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Warm steam emerged from the bathroom. A sated sigh of relaxation, the body and soul cleansed and scented in various fragrant shampoos. Lucy covered herself in a towel and rested on her bed. She desired to maintain the warmth post-shower and crashed into bed, covering herself with soft, mom-made blankets. Lucy had reached the pinnacle of rest and dozed soon after.
The odor of lavender summoned her close companions, her childhood friends, her pets into the room. They surrounded and encompassed her body like bees to pollen. A bird took to her shoulder and cradled the white cat’s neck. The hedgehog, ever careful of provoking a peaceful nap, spooned her arm opposite of the bird with its flat tummy. Finally, the young saddleless dinosaur climbed onto bed and pressed her body against Lucy’s chest. Movement without any subtlety, with dazed eyes, she briefly came out of slumber and observed the pressure on her body. Seeing the puny green Yoshi-like was enough evidence to let her return to a dreamy world.
The winter night had melted into spring sunrise, rays beated through the window, and lavished light throughout her room. It was a Sunday morning, no school, no care on how to spend her time, so she rebelled nature’s clock by keeping her eyes closed and further engulfing herself in warmth. The minutes passed and soon the hedgehog and bird went their ways, but their host remained.
Time marches only forward and the ways of the world would make it so that no one would be left behind. The lying woman felt a panging right under where her remaining pet slept. Reluctantly she would get up, but this snoring stone prevented any movement. Her cute little reptile was in fact a colossal iron weight pressing against her bladder which tried to fight back with it’s bulging size. A competition that led its only spectator to watch in horror and in anticipation for the home field to remain victorious.
Sweat dripped past the brow, wondering how to leave this predicament without waking her precious baby. The way the small green bean breathed in and out with a small fluctuation of size, the bubble of cartoonishly appropriate stature hanging from her nose, the tiny mewl that escaped into the cat’s ears. To her, it was positively cute and couldn’t be stopped.
Still, staring down at her, Lucy’s mind was blank on how to free herself. She could freely move her arms and legs, but doing so without waking her companion nor leaking felt out of her control. In fact, using her legs to clamp her lower self shut was the only thing she could do at the moment, thankful of her sleeping posture to allow this fortunate reprieve.
“Lucy! It’s time to get up! Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!” Her mother started her annoying morning chant whenever she didn’t come downstairs for breakfast. Despite the volume of her voice, the soft baby laid still. Lucy cursed under her breath in dismay and gingerly grinded her thighs to ease herself.
Her vessel of urine stood tall and valiantly without collapsing from neither it’s sheer size and the mountain that rested above it. All Lucy could muster was admire the strength of her body and admonish her weak mind for falling victim to the charms of a sleeping baby. It was beyond ridiculous to be stopped by an infant, but it was too late to simply move the child and get up, holding herself was top priority. The thought of shuffling back and forth to gently wake Yashy felt too much, the two have been together long enough where separating them would ruin the balance her bladder maintained.
“Oh Yashy, it’s time to get up.” Her voice was the only part of Lucy that could reach her pet without spilling disaster. But she spoke too softly for the green critter to take notice.
“Please Yashy, please get up!” Urgency crept to her words. Her eyes started to water like her soon overfilled nether region. It truly started to hurt, the next word to utter out was a whine
The bedroom door opened wide and a white figure emerged into the room. “Lucy dear, it’s time to get up!” Her mother stood next to the bed, witnessing her pale daughter with wet eyes and a blob laying atop the cover. She scooped Yashy up and cradled her in her arms, imitating a cooing sound. The small dino yawned at the top of her lungs and uttered, “I’m hungry.”
“Don’t worry baby, I have some tasty eggs for you.”
Before turning away, “Lucy, you can come down when you’re ready, you clearly don’t look good.”
With the two of them gone and more importantly, the obstruction from her, Lucy could try to move again. Key word being try, the pain still lingered, but felt it gradually go away with no pressure on it. She laid with her hands clutching down as far as possible, hoping that there wasn’t a leak noticeable by her mom. The high tide eventually died down and she turned to her side. It felt weird moving after being still for so long, not that she was tired, but her legs felt weak. Her next step was to sit herself up after shuffling herself to the edge of the bed. Lucy had to mentally prepare herself, she did just have a living paper weight sit on her pile of pee, but knew she couldn’t last, at least completely dry.
“3…2…..1…….” She pushed her body up “Augh!” Her hands felt warmth for the first time today, but hopefully the last. The white cat used that momentum to rise up from bed and stand. Her posture was hunched forward as she waddled out of her room. At the end of the hall is the restroom. It was a lot of effort to get that small distance, but it wasn’t much further. Go Lucy go! She shimmied her legs back and forth and slowly inched her way closer to the porcelain goal. Past the staircase, another spasm occurred! Her hands were getting damp, but there wasn’t any time to fret over such a disgusting detail, she’s right there. The door just needs to be opened. Releasing one of her hands to reach the knob, she squatted down to keep her gate closed. The toilet available, she slammed the door and let loose of her previously cautious behavior, rushing the last meter to sit down. Lucy definitely leaked onto the floor, but no one would know, that was kept inside the privacy of this room.
Dribble became spray as her butt reached the bowl. At last, her olympian hurdle was overcome and she gasped in relief. The tears from before came back in a mix of pain and pleasure. As the piss hissed into the water, her swollen bladder deflated. The heavy feeling in her lower abdomen slowly dulled as she went. Trying to take deep breaths, Lucy regained her nerves and examined the damages. Some of the urine caught on the seat between her spread. She hoped the back seat wasn’t soaked and she wasn’t going to let her back check for her. Thankfully they didn’t have a carpet to absorb any of the trickle, but a trail remained that needed cleaning. After a moment, her tinkle died down to droplets and she began cleaning the floor, toilet (the back seat took a blasting), and finally herself with a nice hot shower.
Spending a lengthy amount of time in the bathroom, she left from her own insecurity and went downstairs to her family.
“Good morning Lucy!” Her mom ecstatic as ever, cleaning the mess of breakfast. Jordan passed with a smirk, “Mornin baby sis.” On command, he got his morning punch, but Lucy questioned why he would say that. As she passed the living room again, she overheard the three pets huddled together in the corner with Yashy taking over the conversation. “And then she was flailing her legs around about to cry, I could barely keep myself from laughing!”
“You sound like a real comedian Yashy, care to tell another joke to my companions,” Lucy threatened as she pointed at her with claws. The green brat bolted with a furious cat on her heels. |
Carol's Wetting Chronicles
Part 1- The Disaster at School
Carol woke up, pushing away her blanket, and looking at her alarm clock. MONDAY 8:30 AM, it said.
"Oh shit" She said as she jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. The school bus for her high school left at 9, so she had just 15 minutes to have a bath, eat her breakfast, dress up, and run to the bus stop
"Well I was wondering when you'd get down here" Her mom said as Carol quickly took a seat at the dining table. Her dad shrugged as he continued reading his newspaper as usual.
"Mom you shoulda woken me up! I don't have time for this" She wailed as she gulped down her cereal in seconds.
As she finished her bowl and ran back up the stairs she glanced at the clock again- "Shit it's already 8:40!". She knew if she wanted to get to the bus on time she couldn't afford to use the restroom. This was concerning however, since she did feel a considerable urge to pee. "Agh I'll use the restroom at school" she consoled herself and she slipped on her light blue jeans and her white t-shirt onto her slim but fit body. She grabbed her backpack and ran down the stairs.
"Bye mom! Bye dad!" she called out as she ran out the door, as she faintly heard her mom cry back to her with a "Have a great day, sweetheart!"
The school bus being delayed by traffic certainly didn't help. Not using the restroom in the morning was just a mild inconvenience, but her breakfast seemed to have increased the pressure in her bladder. She still wasn't nearing desperation, but it was becoming more and more urgent as time went by.
By the time she reached school, she was already a couple minutes late for her first class of the day. "Well I guess I'll have to wait a bit longer to use the restroom" she consoled herself again as she entered her history classroom. It was an interesting class, but Carol found it hard to concentrate with her need to pee constantly nagging at her.
Fortunately, the class ended before she knew it and she rushed to the restroom to use it. But to her horror, she found that all the stalls were already occupied. "Shit" she cursed, now she was really starting to get desperate. She waited for a couple more minutes but it was no use- just as a stall cleared, the bell rang again and she had to go for her next class. T
This time though, the class was algebra- which Carol found repulsively boring. Unfortunately this meant there was nothing distracting her from her desperate feeling to pee. "It's fine, just 40 more minutes" She consoled herself yet again, getting less confident each time she said it.
20 minutes in, she felt like bursting.
"Hey Carol," She heard her friend Sarah calling from behind.
"Yeah?
"What's the answer you got for the 4th question?"
"41" She said looking at her notebook
"Thanks!" Sarah responded
But just as she took her mind off her bladder for a second, she felt a small spurt of pee gush into her panties. "Ahh" she moaning as she grabbed her crotch and pulled her thighs together.
"Uhh Carol you have to pee?" Sarah whispered again from the back
"Agh dammit is it that obvious?" Carol replied
"Eh, kinda."
"Well I haven't been able to pee since last night."
"You didn't use the restrooms at school?'
"Nah, they were full" she winced
"Damn that's hard luck" Sarah replied with a giggle
10 minutes later, she could barely keep the pee in. She clenched her crotch harder and brought her thighs closer together. She wanted to unbutton her jeans to relieve a bit of the pressure, but she was afraid of Mr. Klein passing by her desk and noticing.
Her bladder was throbbing and begged to be released. At times she even thought of just letting it go and feeling the relief, but the shame of a high schooler wetting herself in class kept her from doing that.
"Oh my god oh my god" She said as she felt the pee in her bladder surge forward. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it..."
"C'mon Carol it's just 5 more minutes" Sarah encouraged her
Just then she felt another spurt of pee dampen her panties, trickling for a whole second before she could stop it
"Oh shit I'm leaking" she said as her face turned red. She couldn't see any wet spot on her jeans, but her panties were soaking. She now regretted picking light blue jeans in the morning- if she leaked more, it'd be completely visible. She pushed down on her crotch has hard as she could, barely listening to what Mr. Klein was teaching. The only thoughts in her mind right now were making it to the restroom before she had an accident.
She risked a glance at her watch. "Just a couple more minutes..."
Another spurt of warm liquid escaped her, and this time, created an obvious wet spot around her crotch.
Just then the bell rang. Even before Mr. Klein left, she ran out of the classroom, and Sarah was right behind her. Thankfully, this time there was a stall available. But as she rushed into the restroom, she made the mistake of relaxing, and another spurt of pee flowed into her panties.
"Ah shit" she said as she reached down to unbutton her jeans, but her button was jammed.
"Shit shit shit"
"What happened?" She heard Sarah ask from behind the door
"My freaking button's stuck!" she cried as she felt another spurt of pee leave her bladder and enter her panties, running down to her thighs and creating another obvious wet spot.
"Oh god no no no" Carol said as she tried holding in her pee a bit longer, struggling to unbutton her jeans. But it was all in vain
"Ahhh" she moaned as pee gushed out and into her light-blue coloured jeans. First she felt the pee rising up the butt of her jeans, then down her legs and into her socks and shoes. "Shit" she cried as another torrent of pee came out and completely drenched her jeans.
She couldn't stop the stream as it continued to run down her pants for at least another minute. First she was hit by a wave of relief as her bladder finally emptied itself. But then the embarrassment came back to her.
By the time she finished, her jeans were completely wet- now more navy than light blue. "Oh my god Sarah I just pissed myself"
"Oh my-"
"I'm 18 years old and I just PISSED myself"
"Carol...it wasn't your fault"
Carol grunted angrily. She couldn't come out like this- it'd be obvious she wet her jeans.
"Sarah can you get me my gym shorts?"
"Uhh sure- good idea" Sarah replied.
Carol looked down at the mess she made. The whole stall was filled with pee. She pulled down her soaked jeans and placed them on the toilet. Her panties were drenched with pee too, but she didn't have spare underwear. They'd have to do. She rinsed her jeans in an effort to remove the smell, and wore her gyms shorts which Sarah promptly got her.
"Does it smell?" Carol asked her, concerned"
"Nah it's all good- wouldn't be able to notice a thing!" Sarah smiled comfortingly
The rest of the day was uneventful- as Sarah said, no one really noticed anything off with Carol's appearance or smell. When reached home, she told her parents she'd spiled some orange juice on her jeans and that's why she'd changed to her gym shorts, and to Carol's delight, they believed her. Before she walked up to her room, she took out her jeans from her backpack and threw them into the washing machine.
Once she did reach her room, she took out her phone and called Sarah.
"Did your parents buy the story?" was the first thing Carol said.
"They ate it up!" She responded
"Ah, good. I was getting worried" Sarah replied
"Nope, it's all fine now," Carol sighed as she sat on her bed "On an unrelated note- you feel like hitting the movies tomorrow?"
"Well I have a geography test on Wednesday, so I gotta study for that first- but I guess I'd be free at like 6 or 7"
"Great! I'll book the tickets!" Carol replied. Finally something to look forward to after the disaster at school today.
But unbeknownst to her, her wetting chronicles were just beginning...
Edited January 10, 2022 by Watch This
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Part 2- Embarrassment At The Theatre
Carol glanced at her watch as she slipped on her beige shorts and pink top, and tied her long black hair into a pony tail.
"Carol!" Her mother called from below, "Sarah's here"
"Coming Mom" She replied as she walked down the stairs
This time, she'd made sure to use the restroom before leaving. She certainly didn't want a repeat of what happened on Monday-especially not in a crowded movie theatre. She'd booked tickets to watch a new Marvel movie that just came out- and with Sarah coming along with her- she knew it'd be a fun night.
When they reached the theatre, the first thing Carol and Sarah did was buy a large box of popcorn and two cups of Coke.
"Hey Carol, I'd suggest you don't drink too much Coke...unless you want it to happen again" Sarah smirked
"Oh shut up," Carol laughed it off, "That was just a super unlucky series of events. Besides, if I want to use the restroom, I can just use the restroom here"
"Yeah well- that's exactly what you said last time" Sarah said with a giggle as she looked at her ticket. "Seats 43 and 44, row H"
"Ah those are some pretty good seats- hopefully no one tall sits in front of us!" She joked as she took a large gulp of Coke.
This rapid consumption of Coke is what led to Carol's bladder filling way faster than she expected. "Hey, you gotta pee?" She asked Sarah about 30 minutes into the movie.
"Nope. I'm assuming you do though?" Sarah observed
"Eh, slightly. I should be able to hold it"
Just then she heard a commotion coming from her right.
"Whoops, sorry, sorry" She heard a familiar voice calling from behind, as someone moved to a seat right beside hers.
"So sorry about that" The new person said to her as he sat next to Carol.
"Oh hey...Carol?" He asked
Intrigued, Carol turned around, squinting in the darkness of the theatre to recognize this new person.
"Fred?"
Fred was one of Carol's classmates, but they hadn't really interacted much.
"Yep. Didn't think you'd recognize me to be honest" He laughed
"Eh well, I have a pretty good memory" Carol laughed back
"Oi, shush! I'm tryna watch a movie here" Sarah snapped
"Alright, sorry" Carol said with a giggle as she took another sip of Coke
Another 30 minutes into the movie, the pressure was building up in Carol's bladder. But again, she brushed it off as nothing serious. The truth was, she just didn't want to miss parts of the movie. "I'll just wait till the intervention", she'd think to herself whenever the thought of using the restroom came to her mind
"Goddamit Carol, haven't you learned from what happened yesterday?" Sarah asked, legitimately concerned.
"It's all fine, trust me" Carol retorted.
"Hey uhh you mind if I keep my Sprite in your cup holder? The guy next to me's using mine already" Fred asked
"Oh sure," Carol replied. "I'm pretty much done with mine anyway" She said as she quickly sipped up the remaining Coke in her cup.
That was something Carol came to regret by the time the intervention came through.
"Aaah I gotta pee" She told Sarah
"C'mon, let's go to the restroom now"
"ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!?" Carol cried in frustration as, to her dismay, all the restroom stalls were taken up...again.
"Can I say I told you so?" Sarah teased
"Oh don't you dare" Carol said as she walked back and forth
"Ok, can you hold it for another hour?"
"I mean, I think I should"
"Ah, good. In that case, I guess you should be fine. Just lay off the Coke"
"Mmmhmm" Carol nodded
Thankfully, the movie helped Carol keep her mind distracted from her rapidly filling bladder. However, by the end, her bladder was throbbing.
"Agh" Carol grunted as she brought her hand down to her crotch, clenching it. "Please not again, not again, not again" She prayed
"It's getting worse?" Sarah asked
"Ugh yeah. Shouldn't have had that much Coke" she replied as she brought her thighs together.
She pushed down on her crotch with both her hands now, feeling the pressure in her bladder rise even further. She tried diverting her mind to the movie to distract her, but she couldn't- her bladder was pounding.
"Oh my god...I don't know if I can hold it" She whispered, directed particularly at no one
Beside her, Sarah glanced at her watch. "Just a few more minutes Carol, you can hold it" She said encouragingly
"Shit, shit" Carol cried as she felt a spurt of warm liquid exit her bladder. Luckily, she stopped it before it escaped into her panties. She was barely handing on.
"Carol, you should just go now," Sarah suggested, "You don't need to wait till the end of the movie to use the restroom"
"And disturb everyone here?" Carol said, worried
"It doesn't matter- even in the dark it's obvious you're gonna burst"
"Oh frick it, ok" Carol said as she shot up from her seat.
But the sudden movement allowed a gush of pee to flow into her shorts.
"Oh shit" She cried as she looked down at her shorts. The beige colour clearly showed a wet stain around her crotch. It wasn't big, but it was noticeable.
Carol ran as fast as she could to the restroom, holding her hands down on her crotch as she turned around to see Sarah following her.
Just as she was about to exited the room, more pee gushed into her panties and shorts, completely wetting the crotch area. She stopped dead in her tracks, trying to regain control of her bladder. She succeeded in controlling it, but she was absolutely bursting at this point.
She moved a few more steps forward, holding down on her crotch as forcefully as she could, while Sarah caught up with her.
"You're almost there" Sarah cried, trying to help Carol by pushing other people out of the way
"Oh my god...I can't hold it. I can't hold it" Carol moaned as her bladder reached its breaking point and she let go.
Pee gushed down her legs in a forceful torrent, creating an audible hissing noise, and soaking Carol's panties and shorts in the process. Just as Carol had feared, the light coloured shorts made it obvious what had happened to her, as more and more pee ran down into her shoes.
Try as she might, she just couldn't stop it. She grabbed her crotch and pulled her legs together in a last-ditch effort to stop the pee, but it was of no use.
She sighed as the pee continued to flow through her panties, through her shorts, and through her hands.
Just then, she heard the voice of a toddler pointing out to her and screaming "Look momma, she peed her pants!"
All hell broke loose.
People all around her, a good chunk of them her age or even younger, starting laughing at her.
She covered her face with her hands and ran into the restroom stalls. She sat on the toilet seat and continued to pee, without bothering to pull down her shorts and panties.
As Sarah came in after her, she began to cry.
At least no one had seen her accident at the school- but now dozens of people had just witnessed her- an 18 year old girl- wetting her shorts in public. She just couldn't handle it.
To make matters even worse, she was sure Fred had seen her pissing herself- meaning he could tell everyone at school. Oh, the relentless teasing and bullying she would be subjected to if they found out.
Carol just wished she'd listened to Sarah and gone easier on the Coke.
"What am I supposed to do now, Sarah?" Carol lamented. "I don't have any spare clothes- and my shorts are completely soaked"
Sarah took off her jacket and tossed it at Carol as she stood up.
"Tie it around your waist. Thankfully you just wore your short shorts, so the jacket should cover it all"
With no other choice, Carol reluctantly tied Sarah's jacket around her waist. She knew it'd be obvious to anyone who saw her, but it was the best she could do.
Fortunately, the journey back was far less eventful, but Carol was still tearing most of the way home. As she reached her house, Sarah did her best to comfort her, and left for her own.
Just before she entered her front yard, she heard a voice call out to her from behind.
"Hey Carol"
She turned around to see Fred, standing under a light pole.
"You saw what happened to me didn't you? I assume you're here to tease me about it"
"No, not really-" Fred responded as Carol broke down into tears again.
"Hey, hey...calm down. I'm not gonna tease you. I just dropped by to tell you that you don't need to worry about me telling anyone what happened- I won't"
"...Really?" Carol asked, surprised
"Yeah, so don't get worked up about it." He said as he moved closer. "You know, I have a sister in 9th grade, and she has a lot of accidents, too" Fred said in an effort to console her.
"Thanks, Fred" Carol replied, as she wiped off her tears. Now that they were right under a light pole, she could see Fred better. He was tall- at least 6'3- almost a foot taller than her. He was also quite lean, and had thick black hair.
She was surprised, that even in the dark theatre, she hadn't noticed his sharp brown eyes and his fair, un-freckled face. As she looked at him a little, she felt her heart beat a little faster and her face starting blush.
"I'll see you in school then!" Fred said cheerfully with a smile, as he turned around and ran towards his own house, apparently just down the street.
For the second time in two days, Carol lied to her parents and rinsed her clothes before throwing her panties and shorts into the washing machine, hoping that their maid wouldn't notice the slight odour of urine resonating from the drenched cotton.
She thought a bit more about Fred while washing up and changing into her skinny jeans. She wasn't really sure how she felt about him. But she was thankful that he wouldn't tell anyone at school about her accident.
As she walked downstairs for dinner, she was only sure about one thought: "I'm never going to wet myself again."
Unfortunately for Carol, this was far from the truth...
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Part 3- The Excruciating Exam
"You ready for the exam?" Sarah asked Carol as she took her seat in the school bus.
"Yeah" Carol replied, showing that she was still carrying her chemistry textbook in her hand, revising one last time before she reached school. "You?"
"Yep, chemistry's pretty easy. Just gotta remember the periodic table. What I'm more worried about is you...err" Sarah hesitated as she lowered her voice to a whisper. "Your accidents"
Carol's face blushed in embarrassment. "I should be fine. I had only two cups of orange juice in the morning, and I remember to use the restroom before leaving, too"
"Just remember Carol," Sarah warned her "You can't use the restroom during the exam. That's a whole three hours. if you have to pee...well...there's not much you can do"
"Trust me, I'll be ok." Carol reassured her as she looked down at her black denim leggings. They were one of her favorite pairs of pants, which she specifically wore to deter herself from even thinking about wetting herself again.
"Alright class," Mrs. McRoy announced as she finished handing out the chemistry exam papers. "These are your mid-year exams, so they count for 40% of your total chemistry grade. There will be no using the restroom, leaving your seat, talking, or even drinking water during the exam. So if you want to do one of those things, you've gotta wait until 3pm."
Carol had been prepared for this- she'd made sure to finish her bottle before the exam began. She could feel a little buildup in her bladder, but she was confident in her ability to control the urge for three hours.
"All right class," Mrs. McRoy said as she looked at the wall clock. "You may begin!"
Chemistry as it turns out, was not as easy as Sarah had claimed. Carol was never great with chemistry, but she'd never found it this tough before
An hour into the exam, the problem became even worse. Now, in addition to the exam itself, she could feel the pressure building up in her bladder.
"Dammit" Carol whispered to herself. She knew drinking an entire bottle of water was a risk, but she was willing to take it- and now, she was afraid she'd pay for it as well.
Another 30 minutes in, she could really feel her bladder throbbing. She leaned forward and brought her thighs together in an effort to suppress the desperation and concentrate on her exam, but as the minutes ticked by, it was getting increasingly difficult to keep her mind on the exam.
She'd wet herself twice that week, and she really didn't want to wet herself again- especially not at school, and in one of her favorite pairs of pants.
She looked around to check if anyone was watching her, and pushed her left hand down on her crotch while she continued writing with her right.
Another 30 minutes in, and she absolutely felt like bursting. She pushed down with her hand and pulled her legs together as hard as she could, but the pain was getting unbearable, not to mention, distracting.
At this point, Carol knew there was no way she could hold all of it in for the next hour and was getting increasingly desperate to find a way out.
Then she looked down and realized something- she'd spilled enough juice on herself before to know that they never formed any sort of visible wet patch on her black-coloured clothes. And the denim leggings she was wearing right now were black as well.
Carol eally didn't want to wet her favorite pair of pants, but she realized she had no choice.
Slowly, and carefully, she relaxed her bladder and felt a spurt of pee leak into her panties.
The relief was overwhelming, and she almost moaned out loud when she felt her bladder empty, even just slightly. She let the pee flow through her panties for a whole two seconds before stopping the stream.
As she looked down at her pants, she saw a quick glistening around her crotch area, and then it was gone. There wasn't a single indication that she'd just wet herself.
She looked around, and let another trickle of pee pass out of her bladder and into her panties. She sighed softly in relief and kept the stream going for a couple more seconds before stopping.
Yet again, the only indication of anything off was the momentary glistening, and that was it.
She was tempted to empty her entire bladder right then, but she didn't want to risk the pee flowing down her chair making it obvious she'd wet herself.
Even though it was just a little pee she'd let out, she already felt much better, and got back to writing her chemistry exam.
For the next 20 minutes, her bladder didn't bother her at all. She was able to zip through the rest of her exam and finished it with time to spare.
By then though, she could feel her bladder beginning to throb once again. But with only 10 minutes to go, she decided she'd rather control it till she reached home.
"So how was the exam?" Sarah asked her as they took their seats on the school bus.
"It was...pretty tough, honestly" Carol replied. Then she moved closer to Sarah to make sure no one could overhear her. "But goddamit Sarah, you were right"
"Wait what?" Sarah replied, confused.
"I uhh...sorta wet myself again. I was getting really desperate halfway through the exam so, I decided to just let go a little."
Sarah laughed in response, "Well thank god your pants are black."
"Yep, otherwise that would have been a disaster," Carol laughed as well. But just then she felt her bladder filling up again. "Still gotta use the restroom though," she said as she pulled her thighs together
"We're just a couple minutes away from your home- you should be okay" Sarah replied, calming her concerns, as Carol took a sip of water from her bottle.
"I'm back Mom!" Carol screamed as she entered her house. She didn't wait for her Mom's reply though as she ran up the stairs and to her room. She'd drank at least a quarter of Sarah's bottle on the bus, and for the second time that day, she was regretting her decision.
Once again, her bladder had started throbbing and she was pushing her hand down on her crotch as forcefully as possible to keep herself from wetting her pants again.
She threw her schoolbag onto her bed as she rushed into her bathroom and closed the door. But just then, she tripped on something on the floor. She was able to catch herself, but the sudden shock had jarred her bladder loose, and Carol's eyes went wide as pee gushed out of her bladder, instantly soaking her panties and into her denim leggings.
She moaned loudly in relief as her bladder finally emptied herself. She could feel the trickles of pee stream down her leg and form a puddle on the floor behind her. She could stop the pee, but she didn't want to. The relief was absolutely overwhelming, so she let her bladder empty, completely drenching her pants.
It was only after her bladder emptied, that she realized what she'd done. She angrily stripped off her denim leggings and threw them across the bathroom floor. Hopefully, she'd be able to salvage them. She also pulled off her panties and washed her legs, making sure they didn't smell off urine.
For the third time that week, she quietly rinsed her clothes and sneaked them into the washing machine.
She slipped on an old pair of shorts as she heard her Mom call up to her, "Carol, how'd the exam go?"
As she walked down the stairs to tell her Mom how the chemistry exam went, she consoled herself, telling herself that this time her "accident" had just been necessary- and that she would never do something like that again... |
Warnings for the first chapter: Female point of view, Sexual themes, Omorashi.
1. The first challenge
“So, what now?” I asked, spinning around in my chair to take a look at Fujioka-kun’s eyes, but saw that he was still on his phone. “Hey?”I poked at him. “I’m done with my homework and I’m all yours.”
Fujioka raised a brow at me, but not really looking up from his phone. “Uh-huh? How about a challenge then?”
“A challenge?” I asked, perking up while trying to peek at his phone but he covered it with his hand and then he finally looked at me.
“I want you to get the largest bottle you have and fill it with water,” he said.
“Okay,” I said and went straight to it, skipping and humming along the way, not really knowing what he had in mind. We had the whole night together and I had been waiting for this for a long time.
Mom had left a note on the fridge starting with “To Asumi…” about the leftovers or what I could cook for myself tonight. I felt a little guilty as I read it while filling the bottle, having promised not to bring anyone over. If she knew I had brought a boy over I would be in so much trouble. At least she did know Fujioka-kun from when I was little and I think she knew his mom too, so it wasn’t like I had brought home a random guy off the street.
I stood and looked at him after I had filled the bottle, admiring his light hair, blue eyes and then he looked up at me nodding his pretty, handsome face, “Now drink it all up.”
“The whole thing?” I looked at him skeptically. It was a 2 liter bottle, the largest one I could find. I wasn’t even that thirsty and I had heard drinking too much water could be bad for you. “That’s a lot.”
“Take your time,” he said and turned away from me, looking at his phone again. “And change into something. You’re not in school anymore.”
“Okay.” I figured he wanted me to change into something cute. I opened my wardrobe and started to unbutton my uniform, smiling at him.
At first I was a little apprehensive about changing right next to him, but he had already seen me in my underwear that one time at his place so I took all my clothes off, save from what he had already seen.
It turned out he wasn’t looking anyway, still obsessed with his phone. I sighed, somehow a little disappointed that he wasn’t even trying to peek on me when I was only in my bra and panties.
I thought about what to wear and settled on my new pajama set. Mom never let me buy anything remotely scandalous or even too cute, but nightware was an exception. I guess she figured nobody was going to see me in those anyway.
The pajama set was in itself pretty innocent but the shorts were so small and short, that they almost made it seem I was wearing just a t-shirt and panties. If the shirt had been longer you wouldn’t have been able to tell I was wearing any pants at all, instead it went just right above my belly button. Mom would have never let me keep an outfit like this normally, probably thinking of how all the guys would stare at me.
I didn’t get that kind of reaction from Fujioka-kun though, he seemed more interested in his phone. “Are you going to bed?” he asked when he saw me and not teasingly like he wanted to join me or something, but surprised and with a tone like he thought I was going to sleep and that he should be leaving.
I covered myself up, now somewhat embarrassed. Did he not like me like this? Maybe I didn’t look cute. “No,” I said and looked away.
“Good, because you still haven’t finished your bottle.”
“Right,” I said and unscrewed the bottle cap. I took a few more sips and a big one that nearly had me cough.
I had some ideas why he wanted me to drink. Last time at his place we did something involving pee. We played around for a while first, just cuddling, but then he had me sit on the floor in just my bra and panties and told me to close my eyes. I heard him unzip his pants and I thought I was going to give him a blowjob with my eyes closed, since I’d given him one the first time when we were together, but instead I began feeling wet as he had started to pee on me.
I almost moved away as soon as it hit me, but he told me to sit still. He had told me that before and he was telling me that again and so I did as I was told. His voice was so direct I didn’t dare to move an inch and remained still as I could while I kept getting splashed. He hit my panties too and a puddle formed under me like it was me who had peed..
I was shocked and disgusted by it then, but after opening my eyes and seeing how he looked at me and how turned on he was, made me feel warm. He let me sit there for a while too, then told me I did good and could go and get cleaned up.
Nothing happened afterwards. I showered and when I got back to his room he told me I shouldn’t stay out too late. I thought he might’ve satisfied himself when I was in the shower and I was a little disappointed and I probably should’ve scolded him for not waiting for me, but to be honest I probably wouldn’t dare to.
Thinking back on it again made me realize it was sort of hot of him to use me in that way and I wouldn’t be totally against it if he wanted to do something like that again, but I also wanted more. For some reason, I wanted Fujioka to take my virginity. At least I had that idea. I didn’t know why exactly, except that he was super hot and I had known him for a long time of course, but I felt like there was more to it than that, like fate wanted that to happen. I was anyway trying to hook up with him for that reason.
So far I had only given him a blowjob and got peed on, and those things don't really count, so I hoped this challenge would lead to something more. Maybe there would be a reward in the end? The uncertainty made me a little excited so I kept drinking and decided not to try to bug him for any details. At least I knew I could trust him.
“Can you change into something else?” he asked.
“Like what?” I said, going back to my wardrobe, still a little frustrated that he didn’t find me cute in my pajamas. “Come pick something out for me then.”
He came over to my side and had a look. “Don’t you like, have some jeans?” he asked and we found an old pair that I had technically grown out of but could still squeeze into, though the fit was pretty tight.
I changed out of my pajama top too and into a new shirt that looked pretty unassuming together with my jeans. “Now what?” I asked, thinking my new clothes looked plain rather than sexy, but if that turned him on then that was fine.
After I changed, he took a long look at me and said, “I want you to wet yourself.”
I had already figured it would involve something like that and thought maybe it was my turn to return the favor. “On top of you?”
He shook his head. “No, just keep your pants on.”
“Okay,” I said, trying not to laugh. Honestly, whilte it was a bit weird, it didn’t sound that bad. I didn’t care much for these jeans anyway, and if it would turn him on I was happy to please him.
“Do you have to go now?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. I did have to go since we got home. I avoided the bathrooms at school if I didn’t need them badly and I hadn’t used them today. Normally I would’ve used the bathroom as soon as I got home, but today I was with Fujioka-kun.
“Good, but don’t do it now. I want you to hold it as long as you can. That’s the challenge. And don’t forget to keep drinking.”
“Okay,” I said and took another sip. The bottle was big and I had a lot of drinking to do. I was sort of glad he didn’t want me to wet myself on purpose since I wasn’t sure I could do that. If I just kept drinking it would probably sort itself out.
We stood around a bit awkwardly as I tried to drink. I didn’t know how long this was going to take. I did have to pee, but it wasn’t really an emergency yet. “Maybe we could do something else first?” I suggested.
“But are you going to do it?” he asked. “You never promised me.”
“Sure, I’ll do it,” I said and sat down on my bed. “I’ll hold it as long as I can and I won’t use the bathroom. I guess I’ll pee my pants after a while.”
“Alright, let’s do something in the meantime then,” he said, seeming pleased. “Is that some video games you’ve got there?”
I had hoped we were going to cuddle on my bed or something, but instead, we started up Mario Kart on my Nintendo Switch and sat down in front of the TV. I didn’t even get to sit in his lap. He just pushed me off and said I was distracting him.
He told me he had never played Mario Kart before, but still beat me at the first tournament we ran. His drifting skills were way above a beginner’s and he did them so mechanically like he had done it a hundred times before, knowing every turn. I was reeling on my spot next to him and struggling to sit still as I tried to catch up. Having to pee made me drive worse as well and I fell from second place down to fifth in the next tournament we ran.
I kept sipping the bottle between the tracks and it was soon empty and rolling around on the floor. My bladder was definitely feeling fuller and more uncomfortable now.
“How bad do you have to go?” he asked when we saw the results screen of the second tournament.
“Pretty bad,” I said, wriggling on my spot while pressing my hand between my legs. The tight jeans put more strain on my bladder and I couldn’t really hold myself in a good way. Maybe that was the whole point.
“Good,” he said, eyeing me up and down. “Go get something else to drink.”
He really wanted me to burst, I thought as I left my room and somehow ended up outside of the bathroom. I had automatically gone there and turning away after being so close made me have to cross my legs.
I was bored of water and remember we had some orange juice in the fridge so I poured myself a big glass, bouncing from one leg to the other. I poured Fujioka a glass as well, but he refused it when I came back up, saying both were for me.
“Do you really need to go that bad already?” he asked after I had finished the first one and couldn’t handle the second.
“Yeah,” I said. “My bladder is kind of small so…”
He just smirked at me, it seemed like he enjoyed watching me struggle. It was a little embarrassing in a way but I concentrated on holding it, trying to find the best position with my legs. Then, suddenly, he dived into my side and tickled me and I squealed, spilling the second glass on the floor.
“Asumi!” He scolded. “Look what you did!” There was now a big puddle on the floor, but at least the glass didn’t break.
“You tickled me!” I complained, crossing my legs trying to tell if the floor wasn't the only thing that was wet now after the tickle since I had lost control there for a second.
“You spilled it,” he said. “Now clean it up.”
I crossed my arms, pouting, and thought about calling off the challenge since he acted so mean. In a way, I had already won, having wet myself a little when he tickled me and he never said how much I had to go, so I hadn't broken any promises. But I was sure he was going to get angry if I quit now so I snatched a towel from the bathroom and began to dry up the juice, holding my cheek high.
He was looking at me closely as I cleaned, maybe looking for signs of how bad I needed to go. Somehow my need had gone down now after the tickles even if I hadn’t wet myself more than a few drops at the most.
Feeling his eyes on me made me strangely warm. I crawled around on the floor a little bit longer even when I was pretty much done drying as he seemed to like watching me on all fours in my jeans. I turned my back to him, teasing him a little, but got no reaction, so instead I sat down on my knees with both hands between my legs, and that seemed to egg him on because he joined me and put his arms around my body. “Have you ever wet your pants before?”
“What?” I said, blushing a little bit at the question. “I mean, yeah I guess, but it was, like, ages ago… I think I did it in mom’s car. We were going somewhere and I really had to pee but she wouldn’t stop and I couldn’t hold it… I think I was like six or something.”
Fujioka seemed interested in more and asked, “Have you ever wet yourself when you were older? Like recently?” I couldn’t recall something like that happening after that time, so I shook my head. “Have you ever wet the bed?” he asked instead and this time I nodded. “When was the last time?”
I realized it wasn’t that long ago and something that probably wasn’t too common at that age. “In junior high,” I admitted. It was a big secret of mine, but the truth just spilled out of me now, probably since I was being so close to the edge.
“I knew you were a little pants-wetter back then,” he said, starting to laugh.
I flushed, realizing he probably knew me back then since we were in the same school during my first and his last year. “I didn’t do it that often,” I said, realizing that it only made it sound worse and quickly added, “I mean, it wasn’t a regular thing or so, and it hasn’t happened since...”
He kept laughing. ”I wonder how long until you’re a pants-wetter again…”
I tried to laugh with him, but it hadn’t been that fun for me back then, being terrified that someone would find out at sleepovers and the like. ”I dunno… do I still have to do it?”
“You promised me,” he said, turning serious. “That’s the challenge, remember?”
“But I don’t know if I can do it,” I said, squeezing my thighs together. All the water and juice seemed to have reached my bladder already and having to pee was all I could think of. I wondered what I had gotten myself into, but I was afraid he was going to get angry and leave if I didn’t go through with this.
“Let’s play that game again,” he said and picked up the controller. “You can sit with me this time.” I had wanted to cuddle with him ever since he got here just like we did last time so I was happy he finally let me climb on top.
Being so desperate, I wasn’t a very good Mario Kart player during our third tournament, ending up in almost last place in the first race. In the second one I couldn’t even follow the track at all, instead I tried not to move around too much on Fujioka’s lap while pressing randomly on my controller, only pretending to play.
I wondered if he was turned on having me squirm in his lap. I couldn’t really tell if he was hard under me and he only seemed focused on the game. Would he be mad if I accidentally peed on him or would he like it? Maybe he even wanted me to. I began to worry he wouldn’t have any new pants to change into and then have to stay the night. Maybe he could hide from mom under the covers in my bed without any pants…
“Shoot!” Fujioka reacted to the race after crashing into my cart that was staying pretty much idle near the finish line as I was too desperate to control it. He was still ahead of the AI by far but maybe he wanted to beat some kind of record or maybe he was that kind of guy who always wanted to do things perfectly.
“Sorry,” I said and released my hand from my crotch to steer my cart into one of the walls so I wouldn’t be in the way.
“It’s okay,” he said, massaging my head with his hand. “How is it going?” he whispered. “About to pee your pants?” I couldn’t really answer, but then he reached his hand up my shirt to my belly button, touching and pushing on my bladder.
I gasped and kicked my legs in shock, his hand being cooler than I expected, but he kept holding me so I didn’t completely fall off his lap.
“Oh…” he said. “Your bladder… is it getting full?”
“Y-yeah,” I managed. “I-it’s all full because I drank so much. Please don’t push on it… it hurts.”
“Don’t worry,” he said and moved his hands to my jeans instead. “I’m just checking you.” Since they were tight he couldn’t get inside them but used his finger instead, giving panties a quick check then returned his hand back to my bladder. “Seems like you cheated a little,” he said, kissing my cheek. ”but let’s say that doesn’t count.”
I flushed, my heart had started to beat harder in my chest. He’d never done something like that before. I almost wet myself completely right then but didn’t want to pee on his hand for some reason and managed to keep mostly tight, though my panties did feel pretty damp now.
“If you can give me a heads up before you pee so I can move you off me, that would be great. I don’t want my pants ruined today,” he added.
“Okay,” I whimpered. “I’ll try to…” I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but holding myself after that. I had lost my controller somewhere and just put both hands between my legs while Fujioka kept playing, like the racing game had become more interesting than me again. He still held me as I squirmed and sweated in his lap though.
I soon began feeling like a full, overboiling teapot. The situation was exciting, hot and humiliating at the same time. I was whimpering, closing my eyes as my mind flashed.
I recalled the time when I was six again, this time more clearly. I had been strapped into my car seat with my teddy then, similar to how I was held by Fujioka now and I had struggled against my restraints as I was holding myself until I couldn’t anymore. It felt like I was just at that point now. I thought maybe that’s why I could remember it so well.
“I won,” Fujioka said in his monotone way and then I felt something vibrating between my legs. It was my controller. During the final score screen they always started buzzing to build up excitement or for whatever reason and it was doing so now.
It wasn’t pushing against me or anything but I couldn’t handle much of that before I elbowed Fujioka in the stomach and stood up. “I’m going to pee myself!” I cried with both hands pressed to my jeans.
“Come on, you can do better than that, Asumi!” Fujioka warned and grabbed my arm. “Can't you try holding it longer?”
“I can’t! I can’t do it,” I said, sniffing. “Please let me pee. It hurts…”
“I’ll even let you use the bathroom. Maybe just until the next race...”
I tried to say something but the world was spinning around me. Then I felt it. It was already pouring out of me.
I gasped and felt it soak up my panties, starting to leak out into my jeans. “No!” I cried and pushed at my crotch and was a bit surprised at how wet my pants had gotten already. Long trails were already heading for my socks and were creating a little puddle at my feet. “No, no, no!”
I could feel the warmth spreading, see my jeans darkening and how the puddle expanded. I tried to fight back but I couldn’t even slow it down. At the same time the relief was so great I had to stop and moan as I sniffed and part of me didn’t want it to stop peeing myself either.
Fujioka was watching all of this. “Asumi…” he breathed, giving me an intense look that made me shiver. “That’s perfect…” I thought I heard him mumbling, but it was hard to tell exactly.
I was sniffing and drying my eyes, the whole thing felt so intense. “Sorry…” I said for some reason. “Sorry I couldn’t do any better. I have a small bladder…”
“Now, now,” he said, standing up and he felt so tall next to me. He moved me out of the puddle as I was only dripping now and gave me a sideways hug. “You did good,” he said. “You completed the challenge.”
“Yeah,” I said, feeling silly. “I did it.”
“Now let’s see how well you did.” He got in front of me and leaned down. “Can you open up your jeans?”
I froze as I stood. He wanted to see my panties.
“No?” he said. “Will you let me open them then?”
I gave a nod, trembling. I had imagined this situation before but had never thought it would play out like this. I unwrapped my legs to let him open up the button and since my jeans were so tight and wet he had to tug them to get them down to my ancels.
“I’m surprised you couldn’t even hold it for two hours…” he said. “I thought you’d do a little bit better...”
“I-i’m sorry,” I stammered and could hear his breathing getting quicker and his voice had trembled slightly as he spoke, so I looked down to see what he was finding so interesting.
My light pink panties were completely soaked up all the way. There wasn’t a single dry spot left and there was still some dripping going on, glittering on the inside of my leg. Fujioka was completely engrossed by it.
I thought he was going to touch me, like running a finger up there or something, but instead he stood up behind me, grabbing my wrists.
He pressed himself against me from behind and I started to feel a little frustrated, wanting to feel the thing in his pants directly or at least get to touch myself, but he was holding my wrists so I couldn’t do anything.
I tried grinding against him but that made him tighten his grip so I stopped. I had only felt the stiffness in his pants briefly but that had made me want more. I wanted to take the thing out and hold it, asking if I could maybe press my lips to it, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t let me do that today.
He didn’t let me go until his breathing had calmed down, which took quite awhile, and after that he just backed away while I stood there with my wet pants still pulled down to my knees, not sure what to do, too afraid to do anything he hadn’t approved of.
“May I?” he asked and I saw that he had picked up his phone.
I nodded hesitantly, but flinched when I heard the shutter go off. “Can I see?”
“Sure.” The photo was only from below my neck so you couldn’t really see my face. It was clearly the wet pants and panties that were in focus. I let him take a few more up close and from behind me. He had me hold off my shirt too so he could get a shot from my belly button down my legs.
“I’ll keep them safe,” he said, putting his hand on my head and giving me a patt. “You were a little early, but you did good today,” he said and pocketed his phone, then took one look at me again before turning to the door. “Goodbye, Asumi.”
“Are you leaving?” I asked, pulling my wet pants back up a little as I had begun feeling a little cold. “Wait!”
“The challenge is over,” he said walking out of my room.
I followed him down to the hall, waddling as it wasn’t easy to pull my pants all the way up. “Don’t I get, like, a price?” I asked and he turned around quickly with a sort of angry look that made me think he meant I already got more than what I had earned. “Sorry, I mean I just thought….”
“We’ll see how well you do next time,” he said, ruffling my hair again, then sat down to put on his shoes. Maybe he was disappointed in me.
Since I was still wearing my wet jeans, I didn’t follow him all the way out to the door in case someone would see me. “When is next time?”
“I’ll let you know…” he said and got up and went out the door. “Goodbye, Asumi. Let’s have this fun again.”
The door closed and he left.
I stood there, longer than someone who had just wet their pants probably should do before getting changed, and just stared. Finally, I let out a long sigh and pulled up my pants completely.
I stayed in the hall for a while, looking down at my wet pants and sock, curling my toes. I was feeling hot, shivering and exhausted, almost as if I had a fever. Then, I somehow had to pee some more and without thinking I just started doing it as I stood on purpose, figuring my pants were already ruined so it wouldn’t really hurt. My panties began feeling warm again and I saw a tiny puddle forming on the floor under me. It felt great.
But then I snapped out my funk, wondering what the hell I was doing. At the same time I was now as turned on as when Fujioka had held my wrists before.
I bit onto my lip, badly wanting to touch my warm crotch, but didn’t go further as I was still in the middle of the hall, so I tip-toed away to the bathroom, took off my clothes and dealt with any remaining frustrations in the shower instead.
After that, I felt mostly satisfied and started cleaning up the mess in my room and heated up the leftovers. I felt a little lonely as I ate. I had hoped he’d stay longer. Mom would probably not be back until the middle of the night, but sometimes she did show up early. Maybe it was for the best that I didn’t risk it. What if she came home and found me wearing wet pants? She was used to my old bedwetting issue in junior high, but still.
I changed into my cute pajamas later and laid down in bed, feeling tired and in the end mostly satisfied. I knew I’d have more chances with him again. I cuddled up under my blankets and felt a little excited so I texted him goodnight, but he didn’t answer. I wondered if he was looking at the pictures of me.
I couldn’t sleep until mom came home much later that night. As I heard her in the hall, I felt safe and pretended to sleep when she entered my room to check on me. After she left, I picked up my phone and saw that he had read my message, but not responded. Then it came, as a picture.
It was of me, in my room with my wet pants. I began blushing super hard, wanting to ask him to delete even if you couldn’t really see it was me, but then he wrote “This one’s my favorite.” He seemed happy so I breathed out and put my phone away again, thinking that I could reply tomorrow, wondering what he would make me do next. |
Hi all,
My return to writing after a long time off, hope you enjoy this story. It’s set in the universe of the Witcher games, based on a scene you can unlock when you attempt to have a threesome with the two main romantic leads, however with an interesting twist I’ll hope you’ll enjoy! Feedback is always welcome!
anyway on with the stoy:
Drip, drip, drip…
The water clock in the at the inn steadily dripped water onto the plate, demonstrating, pointedly, the passage of time as the two women waited.
The first was a red headed woman, with an athletic figure, with ample cleavage and behind, clad only in a scanty pair of turquoise lingerie which jiggled as she paced the room, her hair scraped back into a pony tail tied with a similarly coloured ribbon.
The second was a raven haired. She also had an athletic build with a considerable bust and derrière, but with a more angular face, framed by her shoulder length hair with a black bralette and frilled panties to match her complexion. She sat staring out the window cross legged on the chair, goblet of wine in hand.
“Where is he?”
The Scarlet haired girl asked.
“I don’t know Triss.”
The Dark haired girl answered, shifting in her seat slightly to peer out of the window once more.
“We told him to meet us here at the kingfisher two hours ago, how could he have gotten lost Yen?”
Triss asked, adjusting her bra to recapture her breasts as she paced.
“I’m sure he was just waylaid by something, you know how he is.”
Yennefer replied, shifting in her chair again to get a better look at her companion, taking another sip of wine.
Triss Merigold was pacing.
Not overly unusual for her, Yen knew from past experience that she paced when she was anxious about something, like an upcoming examination. But Yen wasn’t sure what she was so anxious about this time, after all this was her idea to begin with.
When Yennefer had found out that her long time lover Geralt of Rivia, had been cheating on her with his on and off partner, and her friend, Triss Merigold without either of them knowing she contacted Triss to inform her they plotted their revenge. At Triss’ suggestion they approached Geralt and fooled him into believing that they wanted to spend a night of passion together, the three of them. They told him to meet them here at the kingfisher inn at 9PM where they would chain him up in bed and leave him there to be found, which involved waiting for him to arrive, something they had done by drinking wine, chatting and then waiting. Both had stripped to their undergarments, a long winded process which resulted in them not leaving the room since it was completed almost 3 hours ago, which could explain Triss’ pacing Yen suddenly realised.
Yennefer was feeling pretty uncomfortable herself. She hadn’t released her waters since that morning, not wanting to use the street due to her panties, she had been forced to hold her waters, normally not an issue, after all she was a court mate by training and expected to be able to be patient for hours through ceremonies and court meetings. But the two of them had consumed a rather large amount of wine during the afternoon which had made its way through her and was now starting to make urgent signals in her bladder, begging to be released. Yen glanced down and saw her abdomen jutting out slightly, her bladder having started to bulge due to the amount of liquid it was having to contain. A quick search of her friend’s form elicited a similar sign. A suspiciously large bulge just above the line of Triss’ panties. She also had to pee. And bad.
Triss was seriously regretting some of the decisions she made today. She had spent the previous night drinking, woken up late and barely had time to throw back on her clothes and rush to meet Yennefer at their rendezvous before they went to Geralt. From their they went straight to the tavern to reminisce and drink, a tavern which had no indoor privy.
After a long time of chatting and drinking, during which Triss forgot about her lack of bathrooms, she was suddenly assailed by a desperate urge from her bladder. Not wanting to end her conversation with her friend abruptly, Triss undid the top button of her tight leather pants, giving her bladder somewhere to expand. Unfortunately for her this caused Yen to notice and glance at the time, cursing as she realised they were both still dressed and Geralt was about to arrive. They hurriedly started to undress, Triss finishing quickly and about to search for the chamber pot when Yen called to her and begged her to help her with her dress. Not wanting to upset her friend she agreed, crossing her legs as she helped her unhook her friend from her clothes.
However that was nearly three hours ago, with Geralt being over two hours late. And Triss couldn’t find the chamber pot without letting onto Yen what she was doing. Something she would like to avoid until the last minute.
“He’s a Witcher how does he get lost!?”
Triss cried, stopping pacing to stare at a book, though Yen noticed she also crossed her legs tightly as she did so.
“As I said he probably got held up by something.”
Yen answered patiently, shifting around in her chair again. However she secretly wished Geralt would hurry up, her own need was becoming rather pressing.
“I do so wish he would hurry up.”
Triss huffed, turning on her heel and beginning to pace again, mincing her steps slightly as she walked in an effort to keep her legs pressed together.
“Any particular reason? I can’t wait to teach him a lesson either but surely there’s no rush?”
Said Yen, knowing that not to be true for either of them but wanting Triss to come out with her problem.
“Yes there damn well is a rush! I need to piss!”
Yelled Triss, before almost going as scarlet as her hair.
‘And finally she comes out with it!’
Thought Yen triumphantly.
“I see, I thought that might be the issue.”
Yen uttered, wincing in discomfort and shifting in her chair once more.
“I haven’t peed since last night and all that wine didn’t help and I’m about to burst and I can’t find the damn camber pot!”
Triss stammered, her words tumbling out of her like a waterfall, however any thought of a body of water made Yen shuffle in her chair.
“If it’s any consolation I am dying to do the same, but we can’t leave our room dressed like this, and if we did and Geralt showed up it would ruin the plan.”
Yen replied cooly, in a voice that betrayed no hint of her desperation.
“That’s why I’ve tried looking for a pot but there isn’t any in this damn room. Perverted innkeeper! He probably likes to watch women run out to the privy!”
Triss cursed, living up to her fiery hair in her temper.
“Sexual preferences of the innkeeper aside, we have no choice but to sit here and endure natures call until Geralt gets here and then scamper off to the privy afterwards.”
Yen said, wishing she could be in the privy right then, tugging her panties down and releasing her waters… no, she shouldn’t be thinking about such things, else there be a waterfall of her own in her underwear.
“I guess you’re right.”
Triss said, crossing her legs and placing her hands on her thighs for a second, desperately wanting to shove her hands into her crotch, but too shy to do so in front of her friend at the minute.
Fifteen minutes later and there was still no sign of Geralt and both girls were reaching their breaking points.
“God Yen, I can’t wait much longer, I’m about to wet my knickers!”
Triss said, finally placing her hands into her crotch.
“Me too Triss, me too, but I’m sure he will turn up in a minute, then we tie him down and can squat in the hall for all I care.”
Yen replied, standing up but as gravity hit her bladder, thrusting a hand into her crotch and bending at the waist.
It was at this point Triss felt the first drops of urine leak out of her tired lips and darken the crotch of her skimpy underwear. Triss tensed to prevent any more leaking out, but glanced at Yen with panic in her eyes.
“Yen it’s about to come out I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna wet myself!”
Triss cried, her boobs threatening to spill out of her bra as she bounced up and down on the spot.
At the mention of water Yen lost a quick spurt into her underwear too, closing her eyes briefly to compose herself she looked up at Triss’ pleading eyes.
“So am I, so we have 2 choices. We either give up and try to make it to the privy and one of us wets ourselves as neither of us can wait , or I cast a temporary sealing spell on our womanhood’s which should allow us to last until we can deal with Geralt, but the urgency to go won’t go away, we just won’t be able to let it flow so to speak.”
Yen explained, feeling herself slowly leak into her panties a second time as she explained the mechanics of flow.
Triss wanted nothing more than to run to the privy and empty the ocean inside of her but she couldn’t think of making her friend wet herself, even in the state she was in. So with much trepidation she looked down and answered.
“Seal us up…”
She muttered in a small voice. Tensing as another leak dampened her panties.
Yen, needing no further encouragement quickly started chanting in the elder tongue. After about 10 seconds a stylised yellow padlock appeared on the front of both women’s underwear.
Both women shakily removed their hands from their crotches, still squirming from desperation but for the moment they didn’t need to physically hold the flood back.
“How king do we have?”
Triss asked shakily, one of her nipples showing as her boobs slowly escaped her bra as she bounced.
“About five minutes”
Yen announced.
“Just long enough to… Ah finally, the bastard!”
Yen yelled with glee as she spotted Geralt walking up the road with a bottle of wine.
The two woman anxiously waited as he climbed the stairs, frantically squirming around. However as Geralt entered the room they stopped being obvious in their need, shimmying their hips to subtly squirm but also give the unfortunate man a show of their amazing curves.
Geralt handed over a bottle of wine to Triss playfully shoving it into her, but unknowingly pressing on her bladder, she winced as she smiled turning away to bend over slightly, before pretzeling her legs as she poured two glasses full. She knew full well the only reason she hadn’t made a puddle was due to the spell holding her floodgates closed.
The two women worked quickly to strip Geralt, feeling the pressure in their crotches increase every second. As the finally got him naked they could feel the spell starting to waver. Yen and Triss clambered onto bed to tie Geralt down feeling their crotches starting to dampen as their control began to slip once more, but did their best to hide their urgency from Geralt, passing it off as lust, with the Witcher being too horny to care fell for in more ways than one .
Once they had tied him to the bed they picked up glasses of wine and clinked them together, inwardly screaming at the sloshing of liquid but outwardly acting as calm as ever. Triss even sipping as more pee escaped the opposite end, leaving a noticeable wet patch on her panties.
Once they’d sauntered out of the room the spell fluttered and died. Both women immediately grabbed themselves hard as they spurted into their underwear.
“I can’t make it Triss!”
Cried Yen with streams of urine starting to run down her shapely thighs.
“Me either Yen”
Said Triss sadly feeling pee hit the palm of her hand.
Both girls reluctantly moved their hands out of their sodden crotches and squatted, finally giving into their desperation and wetting themselves like little girls.
The two witches moaned in the pure pleasure of finally letting go something they had been urgently needing to do for so very long.
“Gods that feels like bliss!”
Yen moaned through clenched teeth.
“Yes- it does!”
Triss panted, glancing down at the massive puddle they were both making on the floorboards.
After a minute or two the girls streams died down and they were left there squatting in a puddle of their own making.
After a moment Yen stood up and pulled down her sodden panties, looking over to Triss with a smile.
“I don’t know about you but I need somewhere private to let off some steam after the relief of letting all that go, then I need a long bath!”
“I happen to agree.”
Said Triss as she copied Yen, before reaching out for her hand. As the two women, wearing only their bras, walked down the corridor hand in hand, dripping with pee.
As a Witcher complained from the room outside. |
BZZ BZZ
I glance down at my phone, and a text from him pops up.
Here 🙂
I type quickly as I spritz perfume onto my neck one last time and step into my shoes.
Coming!!!
His black car is parked in front of my apartment building, and I can hear music already being played from it. I remember telling him I liked listening to lo-fi hip-hop to relax, and I already know he took quick note of it.
He jumps out of the car when he sees me exiting the building, rushing to the passenger’s side door. He opens the door, and holds a hand out to help me step into his car. I blush and smile at this chivalrous gesture as I buckle my seat belt and he gets back into the car.
After our experience with one another when we first met, we agreed that our first date should be more laid back and no pressure. But I secretly hope that he has small intentions for something with excitement.
He drives us to a bar near my house where we can get drinks and food while we get to know one another. We get a nice booth in the corner of the bar, very secluded from the rest of the business going on. He sits across from me and smiles in a way that is shown all across his face. Our waitress quickly comes over to us to take our order.
“I’ll have an amaretto sour?” I say, smiling up at her from my seat.
“A double Jack? … please” he says. The waitress quickly rushes away to get our drinks. I glance through the menu, and then back up at him. He is staring at me, still with that smile.
“Do you know what you are going to get?” I ask while hiding my awkwardness. He takes a minute to answer as he still stares at me. It’s not an inappropriate stare, he is looking right at my face, but I wish I knew what he was thinking.
“What?... oh yeah! I’m getting the steak tacos. What about you?” his eyes snap out of the trance, and I can see his eyes glance around, and then back at me. I can’t tell if he knows he was staring or if he was doing it on purpose, but I can’t say that it bothers me. His eyes are beautiful, and I love the presence it gives when he looks at me. He already makes me feel so wanted and desired.
“I think I’m getting the same thing,” I giggle, “I get tacos wherever I go, I feel like,” the bus boy brings us some glasses of ice water and a basket of popcorn. I immediately pick up the glass and begin sipping.
“Have you had them here?” he asks.
“Yeah, I think I doordashed them a while back, and I think I really liked them. Did you want to get an appetizer?” I glance back down at the menu to see if anything else interests me.
“If we’re both getting tacos, how about chips and salsa? Or queso?” he leans over and points at my own menu. His hands shock me at how attractive they are. His fingers are long with the knuckles well pronounced. The nails are trimmed neatly, but he has working hands with dark lines.
“Yeah, that sounds really good! I love chips and queso.” I nod, and feel a bit let down when he pulls his hand away.
Our waitress comes by with our drinks, mine is served in a tall glass with two maraschino cherries on top, and his in a short glass.
“Are you guys ready to order?” she asks while she grabs a notepad from her apron.
“Yeah, we are going to start with the chips and queso, and we will both be having the steak tacos,” he explains and grabs my menu to give to her.
“Okay! Thank you, coming right up!” she tucks the notepad back into her apron, and takes the menus from him. We sip on our drinks and talk while we wait for our food. The bus boy comes by with more water for my glass. I know I drink more when I’m nervous, and I thought I would have it more under control since the last time we saw each other, I embarrassed myself, and it could not get any more awkward than it already was. But I am still drinking while he talks, and I pause when it is my turn to talk. I think it is something of a distraction for my mouth and it stops me from making any stupid faces, but I find myself on my third glass of water and my second amaretto sour when our food comes.
I break apart the chips to dip them in the queso dip, and that becomes my mouth distraction. He talks a lot more than I do, and he is really funny, so I do not mind being the one to sit and laugh when it is appropriate. I lick my teeth and drink a big gulp of water when it is my turn to talk again, afraid of food being in my teeth or across my mouth. Again, I soon realize that I’m going through drinks way too fast. I know he notices it too because when I get my fifth glass of water filled, his eyes go to my stomach. I can only assume he is imagining my bladder expanding and hoping that it bursts in the way it did when he saw me at work.
He will be surprised to know that I am pretty talented at holding it. While I have had a lot to drink, it is pretty easy to hide and take care of in a short period of time. At work, I have to hold it all day long, and while some days do get out of hand, I have it managed pretty well.
When the waitress brings the tacos to our table, I ask for another amaretto sour. Other than wetting myself, I am not worried about the amount of alcohol I’m consuming on account of the food and near gallon of water I have consumed. She brings it back quickly, and while we eat our matching dinner, we continuously glance up at one another. I don’t know why he does it, but I do it to see if I can catch him staring at me. His eyes are so round, bright, bold, and I feel them on me when I take bites. I begin to over think what I’m doing, not knowing if he is admiring me or judging the size of bites I take, the amount I’m eating, the way I eat.
“What do you think? Is it good?” I giggle, trying to break the silence.
“Yeah, definitely! They’re great. What about you?” He wipes his mouth with his napkin after answering me.
“Yeah, but I feel as though you can wrap anything in a corn tortilla, and I’ll love it,” I laugh, then take another sip from my drink. He watches me as I do so. I know he wants to ask why I drank so much or how I felt, but he doesn’t. Maybe he’s not that interested in my piss kink the way that I thought. I was hoping this would get his attention or make him more excited, but I can’t tell.
“Would you want to get dessert too?” he asks.
“Oh yeah definitely! Let’s just split one though, we have already eaten so much.” I say while I push my plate away.
The waitress comes back, offering the dessert menu, and while he takes it, he slides it between us. I lean forward and glance down at it with him. I can smell his light cologne, a soft musk that flows from him.
“What about this one?” I say, pointing at the warm brownie that comes with icecream on top.
“That’s fine with me!” He slides the menu to the edge of the table. The waitress comes back, and same as before, he orders for us. I ask for another amaretto sour, and he returns to staring at me, analyzing my decisions of drink.
When she comes back with our plate, she only has one spoon. I notice it and I’m sure he does too. I assume we are going to ask for another, but he doesn’t so I don’t. He picks up the spoon, slides it over the ice cream and into the thick brownie chunk, and turns it towards me. I blush when I realize he wants to feed me. I lean forward and wrap my lips around the spoon, then slowly pull away. I chew really slowly, still blushing at this act of intimacy. He takes his own bite and chews, smiling at me. I wash my bite down with the rest of my water, then take the spoon after he finishes chewing. I repeat the process, scooping the ice cream and brownie, then leaning forward to feed the bite to him, then taking a bite for myself. We go back forth, feeding one another silently, yet erotically.
On the last bite, I lean forward again, but this time I feel a little trickle going down the side of my thigh. I immediately pull back and sit against the back of the booth, suddenly embarrassed. I begin to panic, not knowing what to do or what the situation is going to be like. I realize the alcohol loosened me up, and I had little control over that moment, but I’m fine if I remained the way I was. I relax my shoulders and smile back at him, taking another sip of my amaretto sour.
“Thank you for taking me out… I really appreciate it,” I say, sliding my hand across the table, on top of his.
“My pleasure, I’m happy that you agreed to come out with me,” he responds, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand “Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, I think so! I certainly cannot eat anymore,” I giggle at him.
The waitress brings our check to us, and he pulls his card out first, laying it in her booklet.
“I’ll get the next one,” I say, nodding my head at his card.
“I get another date?” he smirks at me.
“I don’t see why not?” I giggle again, taking another sip from my drink. While we sit and talk while waiting for the check to come back, I begin to feel an ache in my bladder. I guess I hadn’t really paid attention to how much I had been drinking. The panic sets in when I try to scoot out in order to reach my purse and my jeans squeeze my bladder tightly, again, I feel a drip leak out of me. I squish my thighs together and shift my weight. I’m not as good at holding it as I thought…
When the waitress gets back with our check, I grab my purse quickly and stand up, covering my legs with it.
“I’m going to go use the restroom, and then we’ll go?” I smile at him as he is just putting his wallet away.
“Huh? Oh yeah, for sure!” he looks disappointed as I waddle off to the lady’s room, already feeling like I’m going to burst. I turn the corner when I see my worst nightmare. A line of women all standing outside the door of the bathroom. My eyes widen when I see that there are only 2 toilet stalls and a line of 10 girls in front of me. I would never be able to make it in time.
I rush back to the table, and grab my coat.
“Nevermind, the line was too long. Let’s just go, yeah?” I say quickly, near out of breath.
“Yeah… is there a problem?” he questions. He glances down at where I’m holding my purse and jacket. My leg begins to bounce as a way to settle my urgency. I glance around the bar to make sure no one is staring.
“No… well yeah… but we have to go now… I would like to go now,” I say nodding my head towards the door. He nods and grabs his jacket from his side of the booth and immediately gets behind me, almost as if he already knows the leaks I have on my jeans.
“I was really impressed with the amount of drinks you had tonight. Did they catch up to you?” he whispers into my ear as he guides me towards the door.
“Yes… quicker than I thought” I whisper back, wincing as the ache in my bladder begins to pulse. He holds me close as he rushes me to his car. Already, I feel his cock harden against the back of my leg, but I choose not to mention it and focus on the problem we are currently trying to solve. I am trying to take long deliberate steps so as not to leak anymore.
“Can you hold it if I drive you back?” he asks, opening the door for me.
“Yeah, I should be okay, I think,” I respond. I actually don’t know. I was not expecting this to come so quickly and so urgently. It feels like when we met all over again. I think about the time it takes to get to my house, and I feel like if he puts the pedal to the metal, I should make it back safe. I get in and quickly buckle my seat belt, then he starts the car. As he backs up and turns the car around, I feel the bulge of my bladder press against the bottom of the seat belt. He is driving towards my apartment, and I feel as though we are making good time. If I don’t embarrass myself, maybe I can even invite him inside.
And then my bad luck shows up again. The railroad traffic arms come down with bright flashing lights and a loud bell. I groan in despair, squirming in the seat, cupping my crotch with urgency. He looks over and bites his lip out of sympathy. I can tell he’s trying to think of a solution to my problem, but nothing is looking good for me and my bladder is about to burst. The freight train zooms through and passes us quickly, but I know I’m losing valuable time. At any moment the floodgates are going to open, and I am going to ruin his car with my waterfall of piss.
“Okay, I have an idea if we don’t make it, but this is a last resort,” he puts the car in park and unbuckles in order to get into the back seat. I hear some rattling and then rustling as if something small is being poured out onto the back seat. He comes back with a giant jar.
“I keep this in my car for emergency pretzels, but I can donate the jar to your unfortunate cause,” he laughs and hands it over to me. I hold onto the giant jar and feel comforted that I have a way out if I need it. “However, I might still want to watch you release all that you have inside of you,” he winks.
I’m shifting my weight back and forth on my hips as the train finally finishes. The arms go back up, and he begins driving again. It seems as though I can’t catch a break because as the car bumps over the railroad tracks, my bladder loosens and I leak another drop.
“I hope you won’t be mad if I have a little accident…” I whimper.
“Leather seats are easy to clean, don’t worry about it,” he says. I look back down at his crotch and see that his cock is still rock hard, pressing against the inside of his pants. I know I have to go, but I really wanted that bit of excitement to go along with our night. I reach over and begin to rub the outline of his dick. His eyes widen and he turns to me with a gasp.
“You… You don’t need to do that right now,” he lets out a moan as I massage his cock more sensually.
“I know you said you liked seeing me hold my bladder, I can only imagine how much this is turning you on,” I whisper, unbuckling my seat belt and getting onto my knees in the seat. With one hand, I unzip his pants, and with the other, I’m holding onto my crotch, making sure I wouldn’t leak as he drove. I kiss up and down his neck while tugging his pants down his thighs. His cock pops right up as I pull his boxers around it.
“I knew it was driving you crazy,” I whisper into his ear and bite his ear lobe while I stroke his dick. He moans softly and takes deep breaths as he is still trying to focus on the road. I lean down and squeeze my thighs together, still trying to overcome and not think about the Niagara Falls that would soon happen if he didn’t get me back soon. I wrap my lips around his dick and begin to suck slowly. He lets out a heavy groan of pleasure as I take more and more into my mouth. I bob my head up and down while pressing the tip of my tongue along the sides of his cock.
I know he has pulled into my apartment complex’s parking lot when he slows down and creeps into a parking spot. At this point, I know I can’t just leave him like this, so I keep pleasuring him. I force my face further down and continue to suck his cock, rubbing the base of it with my free hand. He puts his hand on the back of my hand and holds my hair up for me. He leans his seat back and begins to thrust his cock into my throat. I gag and my mouth overflows with saliva over his dick. He moans louder and louder, and then squeezes my hair tightly. I then feel his hot cum shoot down the back of my throat. He holds my head there for a moment, still thrusting softly.
After he finishes, he lets go of my head, and when I sit up, it feels as though all the fluid in my body has returned. I begin to leak onto his seat, and not just the little sprinkle from before, but actively bursting, right in his car.
“Oh shit!” I yell, grabbing his pretzel container. I jump out of the car, tear down my already soaked pants, and finish my bladder’s explosion into the empty container. I fill it up nearly half way before I’m completely done. I look up to him and smile. I had not even thought to look around and see if anyone else was in the parking lot with us, I was just so happy to have sucked him off and finally been able to release my aching bladder.
I pull up my pants, soaked in urine, then grab my jacket and purse from his car.
“After I get some paper towels, maybe come in for a night cap?” I giggle and blush at him.
“I think you are good on drinks for tonight, girly,” |
Jodie Holmes and Elisa: Melting the Ice
Jodie Holmes was quite bewildered to say the least. Some time had passed since her escapades with Jay. Now she was back with her ex, Ryan. Not romantically, that ship had sailed long ago. Back as in she had returned for one final mission. Nathan and Ryan managed to convince her that she was necessary, without her and Aiden the spirits would be released. Unfortunately the mission took place in a frigid wasteland which reduced everyone to shivering in their parkas as they gulped down coffee to keep themselves somewhat stable. Jodie was no stranger to extreme climates due to her service as an agent and when she was homeless, but that didn’t stop her from being uncomfortable in the slightest. There was one silver lining so to speak. The caffeinated liquid not only warmed her up, but also shot straight to her bladder.
‘Damn, I wonder how long I can hold it in before having to piss.” She was beginning to squirm around, and not wanting to appear suspicious, began pacing back and forth. It had been a while ago back when she was with Jay that the petite woman knew urination could be rather sexual, although the truth was she had unconsciously had the urge even before that. It had happened way back during when she was with the homeless group who rescued her. They consisted of the selfless Stan, the drunk but well meaning Walter, tragically addicted Jimmy, and unfortunate Elisa who went by Tuesday. She was very pretty, with a warm smile, copper hair, and beautiful curves. She was also heavily pregnant, days away from giving birth. This meant many things, the main takeaway of course meaning Tuesday would be a mother, but one thing that stood out to Jodie was how often the pregnant woman had to urinate. Since the two were women, they shared their own bathroom schedule to make sure they had privacy from the men, not that they would ever peek but Stan still felt it was the right thing to do.
“Oh Jodie, I hope you never have to go through this, or at least not in these conditions.” Tuesday moaned as she unzipped her jeans, and dropped them, along with her panties while Jodie followed suit. The younger woman took the time to compare their bushes, noticing while both were thick and full, her brunette bush was of course much darker but also uniform and downy. Meanwhile the older woman’s was much more unruly, made up of tough and curly auburn hairs resembling copper wires. “It’s because when you’re pregnant the kidneys are much more active? I read that in a book.” “Smart girl. Also this baby’s really pressing on my bladder.” Jodie watched as a torrent exited Tuesday’s genitals, spraying and dissolving the snow on the street followed by moans of relief. The older woman had been practicing how to urinate standing up after seeing Jodie do so, finding it very impressive and much more convenient. Eventually she finished, shaking her hip, and Jodie gently wiped her lower lips. The petite woman did the same, sighing as she released her own stream. She finished as well, spreading her lips so Tuesday could return the favor and wipe her as well. The memory of them urinating in the snow brought Jodie back to her current condition. Now she had two needs, the desperate urge to void her bladder and to masturbate but of course she could only do the former since it was much too frigid to risk such foolishness. Having no choice she had to ask Ryan for permission to relieve herself outside. She’d rather not, considering the guy was her ex who had no business knowing she had to do hers but what can a girl do? On the bright side maybe she could at least make sure to embarrass him as well so they’d both be even. The waif walked up to him and whispered in his ear.
“Hey Ryan, is it cool if I go outside?” “Depends, what for?” the man responded in his professional voice. Jodie rolled her eyes in exasperation. ‘We could have done this the easy way, Jack Ryan, but you really wanna do this.’ she inwardly groaned. “You’re really going to make me say it? Fine, I have to pee. And not a little one, all that coffee’s really been making my bladder and genitals ache with the desire to unleash a boiling river of hot piss, it might even melt the snow. That’s how badly I need to go, or I might wet myself and you’d have to clean up the puddle and do my laundry since you wouldn’t let me go since you’re such a jerk.” “Jesus Christ Jodie, fine! No need to tell me all the details.” Ryan responded with burning cheeks as he pretended to focus really hard on his computer work. “Thanks!” she beamed sarcastically and practically skipped knowing her plan was successful. Kicking off her pants and jockey shorts she stood up straight and thrust forward. The cold viciously nipped at her bare genitals and backside but the discomfort was worth it as she voided her bladder, moaning in satisfaction as the urine soaked the snow. When she was done, she shook her hips dry and hoped it would be enough as she redressed and headed back. Thankfully her fun had just begun.
Jodie Holmes and Jay: First times and Sex on the Beach
Some months later Jodie and Aiden were finally ready to start their lives happily, not needing to worry about souls, enemy soldiers, or other threats, Ryan had warned her that things were never over completely and she believed him, assuring him that she and her guardian angel would step in if necessary. However it would definitely take a lot to be necessary and in the meantime the waif was dead set on spending every last bit of it she could with her true family, especially her lover Jay. Clad in skinny jeans, red t shirt, and black leather jacket Jodie hopped on the motorcycle and headed straight to the Navajo family, parking right near the house. The revving engine was enough that Jay, Cory, and Paul immediately headed out to see her leaning against the vehicle, grinning with true happiness. Jay immediately made a beeline for her and they shared a deep kiss and embrace, glad to finally be reunited.
“I missed you so much. It sounds so fucking stupid but I do. I’m still questioning if it’s really you.” Jay replied hoarsely. “I missed you too Jay. Trust me, I’m here to stay. Unless the end of the world comes but until then we’re here together.” They reluctantly broke off their hug so Jodie could greet Paul and Cory. “Long time no see. It’s very fortunate you are back, having Shimasani pass on and then your departure was a little rough but now we’re back together.” the father explained. “Yeah, without you things were pretty boring, Jay especially thought so.” Cory joined in with a good natured grin. “Well, me and Cory will be heading out. I’m sure you two have a lot to catch up on, make sure to call on the radio when you’re done with whatever. Just know we’re happy to have you back.” Jodie and Jay looked away in embarrassment, knowing exactly why Paul and Cory were leaving them alone with each other. They turned and faced directly. “So, what do you want to do?” Jay hesitantly questioned. Jodie wrapped her arms around the tall man’s neck and smirked deviously. “I think I have a few ideas.” the petite woman replied as they kissed again, this time with less romance and more desire. The two headed to Jay’s room, and they carefully undressed each other. Jodie giggled when her lover’s length sprang out of his boxers, a 10 inch monster. “This might tear little old me apart. I hope popping my cherry won’t be too bad.” Suddenly Jay stopped. “You’re a virgin too?” “Um, yeah? You thought I wasn’t?”
“You were just so confident and sexy, I thought you had done this before. Shit Jodie, I don’t want to hurt you!” “Relax Jay, everything will be fine.” she cooed. “Yes it will hurt, but it’ll pass. Trust me, I’ve suffered a lot worse.” Jay knew she was telling the truth as he had kissed some of her scratches and bullet scars just some minutes ago. “Now, let’s make love.” First she enveloped him in her mouth, taking his enormous length and swirling her tongue, causing Jay to gasp and groan. She didn’t want to tease him too much since it was his first time, instead she was just going to get him excited enough so he could stick it in. After a couple of seconds she lay down on the bed with spread legs, giving him an excellent view of her tight innie pussy and thick bush.
“Are you ready Jay?” “Not particularly.” “I understand Jay, just know there’s no judgement. We’re making love, and that’s enough for me. I love you Jay.” “I love you too Jodie.” He replied and kissed her lips gently before heading down her neck and to her breasts. They were as petite as she was but Jay loved them anyways, lovingly sucking and biting the pink nipples until they stood erect. Jodie was feeling like she could reach the stratosphere. Sure she had kissed Ryan but they never went this far, and masturbation just didn’t compare to making love with a partner. He continued to do the same to her hard abs and eventually reached the prize down south. He kissed her inner thighs, then finally performed oral and tongue thrust her cunt. Jodie screamed with joy and bucked her hips up and down, grinding her pussy into his face as he continued to eat her out. “Jay careful, I’m at my limit, I’m gonna squirt!” “What is that?” he questioned innocently. ‘Shit, he doesn’t know? Think Jodie!’ “Um, it’s like a woman peeing because she orgasms. That’s not exactly correct but it’s the best I can explain.” Jay nodded in understanding.
“Does that mean I can put it in?” “Yes Jay, make love to me.” He carefully adjusted his length, and with a well timed thrust shot his dick straight into her pussy, cringing as his cock tore right through her hymen and buried itself within her walls. Jodie screeched in pain, hugging and clawing at his back while he gently kissed and hugged her. “I’m so sorry, Jodie.” he whispered. “I’m okay now, it’s passed like I said it would. Keep going.” Jay did as commanded, slowly thrusting in and out of Jodie. It started out awkward but soon the boy got the hang of it, driving Jodie wild as he continued to pound his enormous cock in and out of her, the head brushing her cervix. Eventually Jodie leaned to her side and lifted her leg upwards, finding the sideways fuck to be her favorite position. “I’m so close Jay, JAY!!” she shrieked as she reached her climax. He finished first, his dick twitching as he emptied his jizz into her womb. The warm feeling caused her to accidentally squirt all over Jay’s lap and bed, effectively soaking his dick and bed sheets.
“Oh Jay I’m so sorry!” Jodie immediately apologized. She wanted to hug him but was afraid he’d be even more disgusted. However he just laughed good naturedly as he carried her outdoors to the shower. “You have nothing to be sorry for, on the contrary everything went as I hoped, even better.” he explained as he cleaned both of them free of any bodily fluids. Really?” “Yes, we were both able to climax around the same time despite it being our first, that’s all I really wanted. I just wish I could have tasted your ecstasy. Also miss your haircut.” “I’ll get another one soon. Jodie smiled and they shared one last kiss. Suddenly she remembered their excursion from last time when he caught her with her pants down. “Jay, remember you still owe me something from our last visit? I bet nature’s calling for you too.” “Oh, right.” he responded with a blush. Grabbing his cock, he aimed for the drain and with a sigh let loose a long and impressive stream. Jodie gasped, feeling arousal as she joined in, voiding her bladder so both of their urine could splash and join the drain. The two shook their genitals dry, and having been aroused by the experience, took each other in another sexual embrace.
Two Months Later
“Yes, keep going baby! THANK YOU JAY!” Jodie screamed in delight and Jay was pounding her. To provide context, because of his guilt for everything he had done to Jodie and Aiden, he had provided a free vacation to Hawaii for Jodie and Jay to enjoy themselves. Jay was wary, having heard all about her ex, but Jodie assured him things would be alright. Everyone remained civil and the couple thanked the man for his graciousness. Jodie had her pixie cut back and was wearing a blue bikini, it wasn’t particularly showy but still showed her off in all the right places. Jay was clad in black board short, showing off his handsome tan muscular body. They had finally arrived on the beach and she had asked Jay to help her apply lotion so her pale skin wouldn’t be roasted by the sun. He obliged, carefully massaging it onto his lover’s back.
“Why don’t you take it off. Ryan got us a secluded spot for a reason.” Jodie whispered playfully. Jay gulped nervously. “Uh, right.” Of course they had spent the last two months making love but doing so on a beach was an entirely new experience. He carefully united the top to do what was needed. Once done, the petite woman grabbed her lover’s hand and guided him to some large rocks. “What are we doing here?” “What do you think?” she questioned mischievously as she leaned forward to balance herself on the rocks, while popping her ass back. “Can’t lie on my back like we’re used to or I’ll get sand all over my ass.” Jay took the hint and wasted no time pulling them down, while teasing her special spot with the tip of his dick.
With a well timed thrust he buried himself within her walls, causing them both to moan. After some standing doggy style, Jodie lifted her leg up so Jay could fuck her sideways. Doing so while standing was tricky work that stretched her legs, genitals, and bladder to the limit causing the girl to screech in both pain and ecstasy. With one final thrust, Jay emptied his jizz in her womb and withdrew while Jodie’s cunt clenched his dick in orgasmic throes. He withdrew and both were panting. Once the orgasmic high wore off they both proceeded to urinate standing up, dampening the sand beneath them and carefully avoiding stepping into their own urine.
“Well that’s one way to start a vacation.” Jay began while shaking his dick dry. “I’ll say.” Jodie replied while her stream was still going strong. “Congratulations, it’s about to get better.” a new voice interrupted. Jodie briefly clenched her genitals to stop and turn around ready to fight the unwelcome intruder despite being naked, feeling extremely irate at the idea of someone stopping her urination and peeping on her. Jay was also ready to fight, but unfortunately could not since both were armed. The one who spoke was a black man with a suppressed AK-9, and the other was a pale and petite woman holding a Beretta. Both were dressed with swimwear which looked odd when they were armed but Jodie and Jay were far from laughing.
“Wow, she's strong. I would’ve pissed myself even harder, you go girl.” the pale woman complimented. “Excuse me?! What the fuck are you two even doing?!” Jodie exclaimed in outrage. “Relax girl we ain’t here to hurt you! The guns are for somebody else, we just need to recruit you two. We need strong warriors who love sex and urinating and you two definitely fit the bill from what we’ve seen. Plus you have that spirit don’t you? We need his help.” the man explained. Aiden growled, shaking the ground. “Please Jodie, we need your help.” “Tell us your names before we do anything.” Jodie demanded while hopping from place to place, her desire to continue her urination increasing. “I’m Tyler and that’s Sam. Just hurry or Earth is in danger.” “Can I at least finish what I was doing?” Jodie dryly questioned. “Sure.” With an agitated groan she relaxed and continued to void her bladder, her stream bursting as a torrent. After some hip shakes she grabbed her bikini top and bottom, hurriedly slipping them back on.
“So much for our vacation.” Jay grumbled, already regretting following the strange couple. “Trust us, we’ll make it worth your while. You two are gonna love what we have in store.” Sam explained. Suddenly the four were enveloped by a shining light and transported. Now they were in a steaming jungle, where men and women were roaming in scantily clad clothes or completely bare, although some dressed normally as well. Even more shocking was how some of them were openly urinating on the ground or in the nearby river. Jodie and Jay looked at each other in shock, but Tyler and Sam were unfazed, having already seen and participated. They eventually reached some temple, where loud moaning could be heard. “Back at it again huh. I swear those two never let up.” Tyler groaned. “Just the sign of a healthy king and queen.” Sam grinned. They were greeted at the sight of a tan woman writhing on top of a pale man, both in obvious pleasure. “Carla, Lucas, we found Jodie. She’s got a boyfriend too, both are in peak condition, although they’re not too happy.” Carla and Lucas whipped their heads toward the two.
“Fuck, we’re so sorry, let us finish up real quick.” Carla apologized. A couple of gyrations along with sounds of climax and eventually the two sat up on their bed, finished from their session of lovemaking. “Hey there, sorry about that. I know that wasn’t exactly the most professional of first impressions but at least you have an idea on how we do things.” “Right, why the hell are we even here?” “We’re about to go to war, and we’ve been searching for special folks like you.” Lucas exclaimed. “You’re both in peak physical condition and one of you is linked to a spirit, just what we need to win this war.” “And why are we even involved?” Jay questioned irritably. “Because if you don’t, Earth will definitely be invaded and either conquered or just completely destroyed. I know you don’t want either of those and we can certainly prevent it. Please help us.” Jodie sighed. “We’ll help out but don’t expect us to do any of the kinky sex and piss activities.” “I’m pretty sure you’re at the very least considering it, but we understand if you refrain.” Carla explained. “In the meantime, go find a place to settle down and relax, it’s the least you deserve. Jodie and Jay looked at each other in exasperation, wondering what they have gotten themselves into.
Ending Note: So I’m back, from an unnecessarily long break. Obviously I don’t have a schedule but I was planning on releasing this a lot earlier and it definitely shouldn’t have taken so long, especially considering I didn’t even put that much effort into it. On the bright side, in case the ending wasn’t enough of a hint, yes I’m planning on a Quantum Dreams multiverse omo story to wrap it all up. Even better, I got a project that’s even more ambitious than anything I’ve ever done, even my Fahrenheit story. I originally wanted to save my best work for last considering I’m already around ⅓ through with the content I plan on releasing but realized that kind of logic might prevent me from ever releasing it which would be a shame. Hopefully I release more often, peace! |
I haven't written fanfiction in like half a decade, but hey, when inspiration strikes. Back then I know some people here enjoyed a previous one of my stories, so I thought I'd share this one too. Warnings for explicit sexual content at the end, dubcon, d/s dynamics, and of course pee stuff. Starts off more lighthearted then gets horny. I can't promise quality, but I can guarantee earnestness. Characters are depicted as 18+.
If you want to read on AO3 (with slightly better formatting), the link is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36424873/chapters/90821737
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“This is the HOTTEST tea shop! HOT HOT HOT!! 50% off!”
Noelle peeked shyly around the corner. These alleyways were truly a labyrinth, and, like seemingly all of Cyber City, populated entirely with vast numbers of strange little guys. This was in many ways a good thing – she had only just barely managed to shake Queen off her tail this last time, and thankfully the maze of neon-spattered city streets and side-roads provided an enumerable number of handy hiding spots and various cubby holes. If she couldn’t quite escape being advertised to, she could at least escape being captured again, and – God forbid – having her face turned into a robot one. Whatever that meant.
“For $100, choose your OWN flavor!!”
Having checked the store-fronts for a second time and seeing no sight nor sound of Queen, Noelle hurried out and across the street, aiming to backtrack to where she had last seen Susie, and Kris. She kept her head down and sped across the road at a brisk pace, but unfortunately – and typically – didn’t quite manage to escape the searching gaze of the smiling lil’ guy hawking tea in front of the store.
“You there! Girl in the strange shoes! You can choose your OWN flavor!” The Addison continued in their exuberant monotone. “And for a limited time only, free samples of SOMEBODY ELSE’s own flavor!”
Noelle paused in front of the store. “Th- these aren’t shoes!” She blushed slightly. “They’re my hooves…”
“Ah, hooves! All the better for handling the heated floors of the HOTTEST tea shop!” They brandished a tray of oddly colored beverages, only slightly threateningly. “Do you want to chose your OWN flavor?”
“Um, maybe I could take a free sample?” Noelle glanced about, hoping that she wouldn’t be drawing too much attention.
“For a limited time only!!!” the Addison shouted excitedly, “a Lightner came through here earlier, ordered a gallon of her OWN flavor, and then refused to pay. [[Reminder that all purchases made at the HOTTEST tea shop® are non-refundable non-fungible transactions recorded to the Cyber Blockchain.]] So for a limited time only, you can try HER OWN FLAVOR, as a free sample!!”
“Well, I suppose I-” Noelle stopped, already finding a surprisingly dainty teacup filled with a murky pink liquid shoved into her hands, “oh, okay, sure!!”
Warily, she raised the cup to her lips, and-
“Oh my God!!! What’s in this!”
Maybe she’d made a mistake ignoring all the other vendors on her way here. These Dark World goods were better than she’d thought!
“It’s her OWN flavor!” repeated the excited Addison.
“Such a… deep flavor, and a pungent aroma as well…” Noelle closed her eyes, taking it in. “How much of this do you have??”
“For a limited time price of only $200, our entire stock is yours!” The Addison bounced up and down at the prospect of possible sale, only just barely managing to keep the precariously balanced tray of ‘OWN flavor’ teas from spilling onto the ground.
“Well gee... I guess Queen did lend me that temporary royal credit card so that I could commission bitcrushed techno beats and AI-generated portraits of her face as part of her plan to take over the world…”
“At the HOTTEST tea shop, we accept all forms of currency!” the Addison babbled, “simply insert card here.” They opened their mouth in a wide grin, revealing mechanical slot for a card reader where one would expect a throat to be.
Well, anything for commerce, thought Noelle. “O-okay…”
Noelle didn’t have nearly enough inventory space to carry the massive multi-gallon jar of pungent pink liquid that the Addison subsequently produced, but then she hadn’t been planning on saving any of it anyway. It was just too good, and she savoured every minute of it.
Some time later…
“K… Kris…? Isn’t that the wrong way…?”
Somehow she was already regretting this. She’d known Kris almost as long as she could remember, but it was no secret that the human had always been a little strange, especially recently. There was something different in the way they carried themselves, a sort of vacancy in the eyes through which Noelle could sense a distant… coolness. It was the sort of look she wasn’t quite sure she liked, although with it she could also sense a faint aura of confidence that the Kris of her childhood – never quite fitting in, never quite belonging – had often lacked. In a way, that was comforting. Kris seemed far more in their element here than Noelle felt, and given how close that last encounter with Queen had been, she needed somebody near her that she could stick to. Someone she could rely on in this strange world they had both ended up in.
...At least, until she found Susie again, that was…
Kris glanced at her wordlessly, beckoning her on in the direction they had chosen. “Well, at least it’s further away from where Queen wanted to go,” she thought to herself. Kris had been walking around here longer than she had, and probably knew some good hiding spots. Or maybe that was where Susie had gone? Susie and… her mind skated lightly over the strange, yet familiar figure she had seen with Susie before, and focused back on Kris. She followed.
She had barely taken two steps before something burst around the corner, a strange creature made of angles and lines throwing itself into the pair of Lightners and forcing them to jump back. Noelle shrieked as she landed, something in her stomach shifting somewhat uncomfortably. The world around them looked… different somehow, the background seeming to oddly fade away. Kris had drawn their sword and stood facing the creature, ready for action. All three of them stood still.
Taking a few moments to wonder why nobody was saying anything at these strange events, she turned to Kris. “H-huh!? What’s going on!? What are we doing!?”
Kris raised their shield. “Cast Iceshock,” they said.
“W- Huh?”
Kris stared at the creature, and didn’t repeat themselves. Oh well, they never really had been one for words. Iceshock? Like in ‘Dragon Blazers 2’? Did they mean… Noelle raised her hand, uncertainly.
Suddenly, a chill seemed to fill the air around her. A strange sense of power overtook her, and, before she knew it, cold was seeping into her clothes, running up her arm, and- bam! The feeling shot out of her, flying towards the creature. Was she doing this? Somehow she wasn’t so sure. Her family had always had a little ice magic in them, but nothing quite like this. Kris’ words, and this strange world, seemed to have filled her with new potential. Before she had a chance to think, ice crystals were forming on the body of the strange creature that had assaulted them, and a pale blue sheen was racing over its jagged outer skin. In no more than a few seconds, it hung before them in the air, frozen solid, an oddly pleasing, glittering popsicle sheen covering its slightly ominous pointy form. It looked something like a piece of bad modern art.
Kris put their shield away, and the world around them seemed to solidify back to how it had been before. Noelle had to catch her breath. It was a good thing she had Kris with her – this place seemed to be a lot more dangerous than she had thought! Creatures attacking them without a moment’s notice, jumping in their path, having to be dispatched by spells! No wonder Kris had been carrying weapons on their strange outfit. That must be how things worked around here – it really was like in ‘Dragon Blazers’.
She shivered, the remainder of the cold sensation of the spell still hanging in the air around her. She looked at Kris gratefully for telling her what to do – she really did feel more prepared now – but then hunched over slightly. The feeling she had first noticed in the combat was back, and she blushed to herself privately in embarrassment. She really had drunk to much of that wonderful tea earlier, and the cold chill of spellcasting plus the shock of their recent encounter apparently hadn’t helped matters. She wondered if the Cyber City had bathrooms. (Did computer people need bathrooms? Maybe to change their… electricity?).
Regardless of the answer to her question, Kris was already walking further in the direction they had been going before. Not wanting to lose them in the complicated twists and turns of the alleyways, Noelle followed. She’d have to keep an eye out for an appropriate place to powder her nose (both figuratively and literally – how else would she retain that perfect holly red sheen?).
The next few battles passed much the same as the first one had. Now that she was with Kris, assailants seemed to come across them at an ever increasing pace. The city apparently had a diverse fauna of dangerous creatures that Kris instructed her to deal with in the now familiar manner – “cast Iceshock”. Noelle felt the spell coming more easily each time, the rush of power building within her coming more easily from her fingers. Each combat session also seemed to increase the magnitude of the spell, the effect – the freezing of her opponent – becoming gradually stronger. Before long, very few foes took more than one or two castings to freeze entirely. Kris looked on approvingly at this. “Cast Iceshock,” they said, somehow layering greater meaning onto these words each time.
If Noelle had been paying more attention, she might have noticed some strange changes that were occurring in the city that the pair walked through. With each new corner they turned, the streets seemed to empty out, the population of weird lil’ guys selling various digital goods becoming increasingly sparse. The traffic on the roads – once jam packed to the point of stalling Noelle’s progress – was now almost uniformly barren, the odd car running in the opposite direction at the sight of the pair, the crosswalks occupied only by the odd frozen statue of a vanquished foe as Kris doubled back on their route in their oddly… thorough exploration of the ends of the Cyber City’s streets and alleyways.
Noelle however did not notice this, because she was increasingly starting to have a major problem that occupied that larger part of her awareness that wasn’t focussed on follow Kris and freezing various enemies. In retrospect, drinking more than a gallon of strange pink liquid while exploring a bizarre computer city in another world might not have been the best of ideas, but Noelle had never been one for extensive forethought about this kind of thing. When she was younger, she had misjudged her capacity for drinking large amounts of kid-friendly eggnog on night-time forest treks without adequate bathroom breaks more than once, resulting in frantic runs back to the house, and – on one memorable occasion – an embarrassing incident where she hadn’t quite made it in time. Kris had had a hysterical time teasing the poor girl, and Azzy had had to lead her back to her house on his own, the tearful Noelle trying to hide her wet clothes as they crossed the street. She had made sure to always be a more mindful after that, and nothing similar had repeated itself since, especially now that she was no longer a child.
...Noelle tried to push the uncomfortable prospect out of her mind.
The issue was that her excess with the tea earlier was starting to recall some of those previous incidents uncomfortably vividly. She crossed her legs together and shifted, hoping Kris wouldn’t notice her awkward pose. She certainly wouldn’t let them know – the last thing she wanted was for Kris to bring up the old story once again, especially when they were both in such a precarious situation. Steeling herself internally and ignoring the nagging urge, she continued on.
Rounding a corner into a slightly larger city plaza, the pair came across a billboard with a large poster of a ferris wheel displayed prominently across the front, slogans lining the board next to it. Noelle was impressed; the depicted ride was huge! Kris stopped in front of the billboard, and Noelle followed.
“Gosh, that’s amazing! Makes the one at the festival look like a toy, haha!” Noelle paused for a moment, remembering the funfair ferris wheel at the Hometown festival, where young couples would queue up for a brief moment’s alone time situated above the bustle and festival lights. “I… I wonder if Susie would want to…” She stopped, and laughed at herself. Was she being too obvious in front of Kris? “...Gosh, who am I kidding.”
Kris turned to her, and, unusually, spoke. “I will ride with you.”
Noelle once again cast her mind back to those trips as a kid. She knew what that entailed. “Oh, so you can shake it when we reach the top?” She laughed, and, internally, cringed at the thought of being on a rocking ferris wheel car in her present… predicament. “Just like at the festival when we were kids? I KNOW there’s a catch with you, Kris! NO thanks!”
Kris tilted their head, and looked at her. Their expression was almost blank… almost, but not quite.
“Noelle will ride with me.”
“H- Huh?” Noelle suddenly felt put on the spot. Something about her childhood… friend(?)’s tone seemed different, this time. “I mean… S-sure, if you, um… really want to! You can, um, make up for when we were kids!”
Kris stared at her. Somehow she felt that that wasn’t exactly what they had in mind. Since when did Kris get so… no, no way, it had to be some kind of prank.
Kris, whose gaze had been fixed on Noelle, abruptly turned away, and started to walk away from the billboard. Noelle started to take a step to follow them, then abruptly stopped short. A pang shot through her bladder, and – gosh, this was worse than she had thought – she had to catch herself to avoid what might have been a slight dampness in her panties. Wow, this was a bad time for Kris to be acting so weird. She’d have to excuse herself for a moment.
“Kris? H-hold on a moment.”
Kris stopped and turned back around.
“I… do you know if there’s any sort of bathroom around here? I need a moment before we keep going!”
Kris stared at her blankly.
“K-Kris?” She paused a moment. “I said-”
“Proceed.”
Kris was staring at her, their eyes meeting hers. It was a steady gaze, and, somehow, the most intense look that anyone had given in her entire life. The faint air of blank coldness was now enhanced, but matched by a kind of compelling intensity that at once both horrified her and pulled her deeper in. A sense emanated from Kris that whoever was on the receiving end of that look, *would* do what they said.
Noelle didn’t even argue.
Squeezing her legs together ever so slightly, Noelle turned to keep following Kris. Something in her head felt fuzzy, and she had started walking again almost before she even had a chance to realise it. Each footstep sent a dull pang to her bladder, but the odd feelings she was getting from Kris forced her to ignore the discomfort. In a day that had already been filled with more than enough weird magic shit, Noelle wasn’t sure if this new kind of enchantment scared or excited her – and not knowing the difference made her nervous enough in itself. She wondered if Kris knew what she was feeling, or if they were oblivious to her entirely. Just what had happened to her childhood playmate?
Rounding the next corner, Noelle failed to notice the next smiling Addison until they were already trying to sell them something.
“Ohhon!! Two young beings together on a school night… Could I interest you in some brand new Dating Shoes…?”
“H-huh…? Noelle stammered, taken aback. “No, no, you’ve got it totally wrong! Kris and I are just… umm…”
She glanced at Kris. They stared back coldly. Noelle shivered, then jumped, squeezing her legs together a little more tightly. This was no time to be losing focus!
“Fr… friends?”
Kris had been her neighbour forever. They’d been through so much, sometimes it felt like they knew each other better than anyone. Yet, somehow, it was hard to say they were exactly friends. Especially now. Especially now that Kris had started leading her through this bizarre place, and talking to her so strangely. Now that Kris had a strange sort of ulterior intent in their tone. No, it felt a lot more like-
“We’re something else,” Kris announced.
Well, yes, that was becoming more true by the minute. But, what did it mean? There was no good interpretation, that was for sure.
Kris turned and began marching in the other direction, but it seemed that the would-be shoes salesperson hadn’t quite given up hope on getting something out of them. Noelle guessed they must not yet have noticed the disruption that she and Kris had been spreading through the city in their wake. Even Noelle was starting to be unnerved by the icy sculptures glittering under the Cyber City neon. Just… what was she doing? But she didn’t dwell on it for too long. Her attention was fully occupied by Kris, and the distracting, swollen feeling in her abdomen. That and the Addison, who was waving and calling out again.
“If you’re something else, maybe a Dating Shoes isn’t right…?” they pleaded, trying to call Kris back. “Maybe I could interest you in a FreezeRing?”
“Huh…? A ring…?” Noelle thought that that sounded even more inappropriate to her and Kris’… situation… than a Dating Shoes. “Faha, sorry, I don’t think WE need something like that!”
“C’mon, angel!” the chatty Addison needled, “you can’t get stronger without good equipment!”
“Stronger…? R-right, I guess that’s how it works here…”
They did have a point, after all. Noelle had played more than her fair share of Dragon Blazers, fought more than her fair share of random encounters in that game, and, if the same rules applied, then, well, getting stronger was the point, wasn’t it? Isn’t that what they had been doing? Why Kris had been collecting Dark Dollars from the creatures she had ki- that she had defeated? Why she was the one casting the spells. To get stronger… Kris wanted her to be stronger.
Still, it didn’t seem like Kris was the type to treat her to new equipment before themself. Not with their new assertive edge to their personality. Kris buying her a ring? Yeah, righ-
“Get it.”
There it was. That voice again. Noelle froze. A chill seemed to run down the back of her neck, travelling down her spine, dancing around inside of her until- ah!
Noelle squeezed her legs shut tightly. She had almost lost control again. God, she needed to pee bad. She… she had to……
Kris was still staring at her. She straightened up and tuned back into the situation at hand.
“H… huh?” The voice still had her disorientated. “Kris, you’d… buy it for me…? Sure, I guess… we could ask about it. How much does it cost?”
“Just a small fee of $(n+1)!” announced the Addison, proudly.
“Huh? S-sorry, we don’t have that much money!” Damn, just slightly off as well! Still, it was nice of Kris to offer...
“Get it.”
Noelle’s head snapped up once again at the sound of their voice. “Huh? Me…? You… were asking ME to get it?”
What was happening, she thought to herself, the sounds of her own internal monologue bouncing around her head as though the situation would start to make more sense with repetition. What was Kris…?
“Kris, c’mon, you know we can’t afford that…”
“Get it.”
“Wh… what?”
Did they mean? No, they couldn’t mean…
“Kris, I just told you, we… we don’t have the money.” Noelle shivered again. She almost didn’t notice the warm drop of dampness that slightly moistened her underwear, taking advantage of her distraction. She clamped down tightly. She had to focus on Kris now.
“What… what are you asking me to do…? You… you aren’t asking me to just…?”
“Get it.”
They absolutely were asking her to.
“K-Kris, no, I… not me, I could never…”
Couldn’t she? Could she? She had been getting stronger after all. In this world… you had to keep… getting…
“Get it.”
“I……”
She got the FreezeRing.
As she slipped it on, a shock flooded through her body, and multiple things happened at once. Firstly, she felt a surge of potential. The magical power that Kris had unlocked in her in that first battle had been building inside of her, almost as rapidly as the growing ache inside her bladder, but now she could feel, instantly, that it had been magnified sevenfold. She felt deadly. She felt lethal. She also felt…
Cold. The power that shot through her body, radiating out from the ring, took the form of an icy chillness that settled into her veins. She was no stranger to snow, and this cold felt like part of her, but that made no difference to the biting pain it inflicted. Noelle gasped, and then her muscles spasmed, both from the intensity of the moment and shock of cold. A short but powerful burst of confusingly hot piss shot out from her trembling crotch and soaked into the fabric of her panties, the one warm patch in her newly frozen world. “Eeep!” she shrieked, shoving her hand up against her now slightly wet pussy as she bent forward, struggling to stop the flow. Thankfully, she had caught it before it had gotten out of hand. She looked up. Kris was staring at her, expression blank.
If they had a slight grin on their face, Noelle didn’t even notice it.
Suddenly very conscious of her awkward, hunched over pose, Noelle blushed and straightened up- paused, calmed herself again (God, she *really* had to go), and then straightened up more slowly. It was only then that she realized that the Addison was gone. She looked around, then down at herself. The wet fabric of her panties were still stuck to her most sensitive areas, warm and damp. Almost... enticing. What... what had just happened? Did she actually just...? Noelle paused, unsure whether she was asking herself about the missing Addison, or the fact that she had almost pissed herself in front of Kris. But, no. They... they must have given it to them. The ring.
She looked over at Kris. They were definitely smiling now. It was not a warm smile, but it was, strangely, approving. Noelle looked down at her new ring. She felt both weak and strong at the same time. She met Kris' gaze, then looked away. It was good to get stronger, wasn't it?
"Th... thanks, Kris!"
She had to stay strong. Kris was teaching her - helping her - to get stronger.
...Maybe in more ways then one?
Apparently approving of her new attire, Kris stepped forward into the alleyway adjoining the former Addison's store front. Noelle followed, although her once carefree walk, turned into a solemn, wary trot, was now something closer to a cautious waddle. Every new step seemed to put new pressure on her crotch, her bladder straining for release from the deluge of delicious pink tea that she had gulped down what now seemed like several lifetimes ago.
Around the next corner Kris arrived at another one of the puzzles of a type that she had seen on her previous journey trying to escape from Queen. A bolt of electricity arced across the alleyway, almost entirely blocking the path. Kris paused in front of it, considering one of the two identical switches on either side of the obstacle. Noelle jumped at the opportunity to prove herself.
"When you step off the switch, the lightning comes back... How about... I hold it down, and you go across?"
Kris nodded at her approvingly, and strode through the gap. Noelle thought about- What? No! She hadn't thought anything!
Kris silently placed themself onto the opposing button, and Noelle stepped off of hers to follow them through. When she reached the place where the lightning had been arcing just moments before, she suddenly was struck by a horrible thought. She imagined Kris stepping off of the button, the jolt of electricity intercepting her body and flowing through her... the sharp light and pain, and, most of all... the loss of control... the image of her loose fitting dress becoming soaked in the warmth flowing out of her, her loose muscles leaving her lying in a warm puddle on the ground in front of Kris, the relief- no!
Noelle stopped short, and clamped her legs together. Even that unpleasant thought had been sufficient to send a fresh jolt through her swollen bladder. God, she was shaking now, even when she wasn't thinking about it. So much of her brain, sometimes unconsciously, often a lot less so, was now dedicated to commanding her muscles to "shut!", to preventing the flood gates inside of her from letting loose. Trying her best to straighten up again, she walked towards Kris, dismissing her prior thought. She was fine. "See, Noelle?", she thought to herself. "Nothing bad is going to happen. Getting that ring... was good, wasn't it? So... stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about just letting go, right here and now. About letting Kris see how you were struggling to control yourself and hold it in by just releasing yourself, right in front of them. In not postponing the shame -" hadn't she already got stronger? Hadn't she proven her control? Hadn't she waited enough? "Noelle, no, don't think that! It's horrible..." She didn't want to piss herself in front of Kris!!!
"It's natural."
"K-Kris...?" she exclaimed, out loud this time in shock. "What are you talking about!?" She... must have said that out loud? What was she thinking!?
Kris was staring at her again, now. Why did she feel like she was completely naked in front of them, as if this new, strange Kris could see right through her body, right through to her very soul, right into the swollen ball of liquid that she was currently clutching just above her equally swollen, pulsing, damp-
God, what was wrong with her? Was she really going to succumb now? Let it all go?
No. She knew what she had to do. She had to get stronger - to *be* stronger. She had to keep holding it. Kris was helping her be stronger. They had already trained her magic - now it was time for her body, and her mind.
One shaking step after another, Noelle started walking once more.
They had been trotting through the backstreets for another five minutes or so, Noelle flagging further and further behind the silent, striding Kris as she pushed forward, willing her body to keep going even as she found herself pushing almost beyond her limit. Her face was flush, and a tingling seemed to creep down across her hands and her feet as her whole body became warm and fuzzy, an intense arousal the only thing starting to match the terrible, terrible urge to wet herself as she took step after shaking step. Instinctively, Noelle cast around for a bathroom, just as she had on that night all those years ago, taking shaking steps through the forest with Kris, Azzy and Dess. Just like then, there was nowhere to take her relief, although she knew what words Kris would have for her, if she tried.
Just one word, to be precise. "Proceed".
As they passed another opening into a side-street, something large came barrelling out of it into their path. It's lanky, kaleidoscopic form, alongside its slightly low-bitrate wailing, like a muffled dial-up tone, identified it as a Werewire, one of the creatures that Noelle was more than familiar with at this point. Despite this, its sudden appearance startled the girl. With a slight gasp, she jumped back. Even though close to the entirety of her will was focussed on controlling her sphincter muscles, this was enough to cause a brief crack in the armour. Another short jet of hot pee soaked her already wet panties, and Noelle was forced to hunch over once again, her hand pressed against her pussy like a TV infomercial host patching a hole in a submarine with FlexTape. Her eyes scrunched closed, she didn't even look as she raised her remaining had in front of her to wordlessly cast the spell that even now she knew that Kris was commanding. "Cast iceshock." As the blast of magic left her body, the icy shock of its wake passed through her once again, emanating from the biting FreezeRing on her hand. The clenching chill was enough to cause another few drops to leak past her grasping hand and dampen her panties - maybe even, a little bit, her dress? - even more so.
As the creature turned into a familiar icy statue in front of her, and the combat ended, Noelle still found herself hunched over, her knees and hips shaking, now both of her hands plunged into the folds of her dress between her legs as the taught fabric she was holding outlined the now noticeable bladder bulge sitting just above them. Quivering, she opened her eyes again.
Kris was standing directly in front of her, just a few inches separating her from her strange neighbour and one time friend, who was now her... her... she didn't even know any more. Her eyes opened wide, hints of tears glistening around their rims from the straight of effort.
Kris reached out and touched her breast.
Noelle gasped. She was so surprised she didn't even lose control, her slow-moving brain losing even the shock instinct that had caused her previous lapses. Instead, she just stood still, still hunched over, hands pressed through her clothes against her throbbing pussy, her wide eyes staring at Kris incredulously as they groped at her through the thin fabric of her Dark World outfit. One of their fingers ran over her nipple, which was also somewhat swollen, from both the tension of the moment and the bitter cold in her newly empowered body. Kris' expression remained impassive, with just the slightest hint of a smile playing across their face. They continued their exploration, seemingly approving of what they found. They loosened their touch slightly, as if intending to withdraw, before suddenly, shockingly, squeezing down on her soft flesh hard, almost as if with intent to hurt. Noelle gasped, and felt a fresh shock of warm against her fingers as another few drops of warmth seeped through the fabric of her underclothes.
Now smiling more noticeably, Kris took their hand away.
"Lie down."
She did, of course. What choice did she have? She realized that she had already given herself to Kris, maybe before even she had put on the FreezeRing. Had she ever thought it would end up like this? Maybe some part of her had known, deep down. The part of her who had been enraptured by Kris' new air of confidence, by their compelling voice, by the release of will that came with the urge to follow their every command, to fight for them, to even deny her very body for their whims. Noelle had never thought anyone would be able to capture her so completely in such a short time, but, that voice... there was something about that voice...
As she knelt down on the hard ground of the city alley, she was forced to remove her hands from her crotch. As she did so, the full force of her bladder came down on her once again, and she let forth a soft moan. The action of folding her body onto the ground was squeezing her abdomen and the pressure was unbearable.
She spoke in a soft whisper. "Can I..."
"Hold it." Kris' voice was firm, just as firm as any of their prior commands.
Noelle shuddered, but obeyed. Her body screaming for release, she nonetheless proceeded to follow the voice, and, slowly, shakily, splayed herself out, backwards on the ground. A slight breeze blew through the alleyway, and up her now somewhat exposed dress, causing the wet patch on her panties to feel slightly cool. As she looked up at Kris smiling above her, she blushed as she realized that they could now see the damp stain.
"Take off your dress."
This was easier said than done, but once again, she obeyed. Struggling to retain control of herself while also shimmying in the right manner to free herself from the slim fitting garment, she reached up and pulled it out from under her and up over her head, casting it to one side. She was now lying on the ground in front of Kris, naked except for her wet panties and her bra clasped behind her back, the rounded bulge of her overfull bladder visible for anyone to see. The cold air pressed against her skin, her soft down of fur only slightly dulling the chill. She quivered.
Her bladder felt like it could explode at any moment.
Kris knelt down on the ground in front of her. At this angle, their hair fell away from their face, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Noelle could see their eyes clearly. They transfixed her in the same way as the voice had - wide, dark pupils, surrounded by irises that were - shockingly - tinted red! Since when had Kris had red eyes?! Since when had Kris... Kris...
Kris was reaching out to her again. Their touch was gentle, but almost impassive... controlled and planned, but irreverent, as if Kris were merely examining an interesting object in front of them rather than their neighbour of 19 years. Their fingers started at her waistline, fingering the damp edge of her panties. Noelle blushed, but even she had to admit that by this point the situation had gone beyond the point where embarrassment was an emotion that would have made sense to either of them. The fingers traced a path upwards along her waist, lingering over the rounded bladder bulge. Kris smiled. Had they known all along? Had this always been the plan? Noelle couldn't be sure.
Kris' fingers didn't press down hard on her bladder, but the slight pressure was increased to a gentle prodding, as Kris satisfied themself tracing out her internal topology. Even this was too much for Noelle to keep herself silent.
"Aaah!" she gasped, body shaking with straight as she struggled to prevent herself from losing control on the ground between them both. She won the battle - just - and glanced up at Kris, whose face was still wearing the same slight smile as before. In that moment, cold, on the ground, and just moments away from losing it, she had never wanted anything more than she wanted Kris to take hold of her and pleasure her into oblivion. What had happened in the scarce few hours since she had been thinking of Susie? Susie... it seemed like another world. Now her whole world was just her own body, the bulging water she was holding back inside her, and Kris.
Kris traced their hands up the front of her body, and reached the bottom of her bra. Passing their hands around her chest to her back - an action that brought the pair of them closer than ever before - Kris unlatched the clasp with ease, tossing it to one side to reveal the poor girl's naked breasts to the cold, her hard nipples quivering. Kris fondled them with both hands now, fingers probing gently about her soft flesh, along the line where her fur gave way to skin on the border just beyond her aureolas. It felt so good that Noelle almost forgot herself, and another small spurt shot into her panties, smaller this time, but, due to the near silence, making a slight audible sound. Kris glanced down at her crotch, seemingly remembering their purpose in bringing her to this point, on the edge of a truly uncontrolled release.
Sliding slightly backwards, Kris brought their head down to her crotch, resting it just between her legs, her wet panties at their eye level. Their face hovered mere inches from the fabric, seemingly taking it in. Was Kris... sniffing her panties? This seemed so out of place to Noelle that she almost wanted to laugh, but stopped herself, because she felt that Kris wouldn't like that - and also because it would be a near certain end to her control. Before she could consider the matter any more, however, Kris reached their hands down again, and grasped her waistband, sliding the damp panties down over her legs and hooves, and dropping them to one side.
Noelle was now completely naked, only a soft, chill blanket of air between her swollen pussy and bladder and Kris' face, looking up on her.
They made eye contact as they began to eat her out.
Noelle stared at them in shock, their intense red eyes meeting her own wide brown, before she cast her head back and moaned. Kris' tongue probed around her pussy, running around the soft nodule that was her clit, before probing her entrance in an exploratory manner. Warmth flooded her lower body. The sensation of desperate pressure, of urge to relieve herself then and there, combined with her symbiotically heightened arousal and mind-destroying pleasure as Kris' warm tongue touched places within her that even she had barely accessed before. It was too much. How was she going to- how could she... aaah!
She squirmed across the ground, her arcing back pressing her clit even more tightly against Kris' face, whose eyes had faltered in their impassive gaze staring up at the now writhing Noelle as they pleasured her. Her thighs squeezed Kris' head and their tongue was forced even deeper into her body, probing gently but forcefully, tasting the salty texture of her labial juices, and the saltier, pungent taste of the piss that had already leaked out of her clinging to her clit and lips and in a fresh droplet around her peehole, where Kris' tongue was already tracing new circles.
Of course, Noelle knew what was going to happen next. She knew that Kris knew it, that this had been their purpose possibly from the moment that they had run into Noelle on the street as she struggled to escape Queen. Had Kris known even then that she would be under such strain, and that she would be powerless to relieve herself until Kris had her when and where she wanted? Had they been waiting, all this time, for the one perfect moment, when they would plunge their tongue in deeper into her warm dampness, bringing her to- bringing her to-
Noelle moaned as the climax hit, and, of course, the dam broke. Her bladder spasmed through her pleasure as a hot stream shot out of her, blasting Kris in the face and mouth as they eagerly licked around the stream, making a slight effort to contain the flow that was doomed to fail as Noelle began to empty herself more fully than she had ever had cause to in her life. Her now adult bladder had a capacity that dwarfed that of the Noelle of years past, treading with damp footsteps back through the forest as Kris teased her, but her urgency - groomed by her desperate reach for the strength to hold it in - had surpassed even then, and was now being released all at once in a messy stream that soaked Kris' hair and Noelle's thighs as it ran down both of their bodies and collected in a warm puddle beneath the pair.
Through all this, Noelle was still moaning, louder now as the intense orgasmic attention of Kris' tongue - which had not stopped in its motions throughout her loss of control - blended with the blissful feeling of relief that swept through her body and left her lying limp and dizzy on the floor. Noelle rocked and clenched, and a part of her she couldn't quite control stretched her hand down and grasped the back of Kris' head, pressing them even tighter against her pulsing pussy and the source of the stream of pee. Only after she was already pressing down hard did she pause to panic about what she had just done - was this an overstep? Kris had not told her to touch them, would they be mad? But if Kris had any reservations they did not show it, and they continued to thoroughly eat her out, their tongue curling in a frantic licking motion as if they were trying to rescue escaping droplets from a rapidly melting nice-cream cone.
Noelle did not mind at all. She was filled with nothing but bliss, and an Earth-shattering loyalty to do whatever Kris asked of her, and whatever pleased them. If this was what she could expect, she could not ask for any more.
As her desperate flow finally slowed, Kris removed their mouth from her pussy and looked up at her. Their face and hair was now wet, with pale droplets of her piss running down their pale human skin. Their eyes looked into hers. Their face was still impassive. Only that slight smile was there, the gentlest hint of chilly emotion.
Noelle shivered, and not just from cold.
Kris stood up now. Their clothes were not nearly as soaked as hers, which lay on the ground, half soaked and soiled by the wide puddle that surrounded her and clung to her skin. Kris' armoured breastplate had a few drops clinging to its surface still, and there was a damp ring of wetness around their shirt collar where her pee had run down their face and dripped from their hair. Kris didn't seem to mind too much as they looked down at the naked girl, wetness soaking into her fur, breasts and pussy fully exposed.
"Get up."
Noelle did just that. She didn't even glance at her clothes, discarded in their messy pile. If Kris had decided that she didn't need them any more, so be it. It was their decision to make for her now. Noelle felt stronger than she had ever been in her life.
Kris turned away from her, facing further into the city. They took a step forward, then, uncharacteristically, glanced back and spoke. Just one word. All the encouragement Noelle needed.
"Proceed."
Gladly, the naked girl followed them deeper into the Cyber City, the bright neon lights illuminating her glistening, damp fur. Now she knew where she belonged.
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At the far end of the alleyway, Berdly poked his head out from behind the dumpster where he had been hiding, feathers damp in a cold sweat as he watched them leave.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"
Edited January 15, 2022 by Vorund Sorent
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@HoldingPrinces
"Exactly. In my country, a guy will never have to hold pee more than 1 or 2 hours at most, because they have enough and more opportunities to pee, like corner of a wall, under a tree or any dirty public bathroom. It's not an uncommon scene to see a male urinating in public. But for females it's completely opposite, and you'll never see a girl peeing in Public, and most girls avoid public toilets because they are too filthy. (I live in a somewhat male dominant society. So girls are not expected to pee in public, or to talk openly about toilet needs) So boys relate their maximum pee holding time which is 1 or 2 hours at most, with our pee holding time which is around 10 - 12 hours. They might be thinking that their pain at the end of 2nd hour of holding is similar to our pain at 12th hour of holding. Boys can't imagine any pain beyond what they have endured. I also agree to what you said that, although some boys (but that also very rarely) may give some empathetic comments after seeing us holding extreme long, they actually don't understand what kind of pain and endurance we are going through."
I think it only varies in degree but every single woman on the planet lives in a male dominant society, that's just the way it is everywhere in the world. But yes I think that the average guy doesn't really understand what it's like to really have to hold pee because it's very rare that guys really have to hold it for an extended amount of time, as it's very rare that men have to wait to pee at all.
I mean I've occasionally gotten comments from guys that occasionally they have to hold their pee or that they are shy about peeing in public, and I can sympathize and understand that, but when they say that they don't go for maybe a few hours I don't think that's the same as holding it all day long for like six or seven hours, with many giving the comment that that's pretty great and everything like that, like yeah it's a lot of fun when your bladder is ready to explode all day. They may have held voluntarily in the past but I think that very few guys have held to the point where they were ready to explode on a regular basis totally out of necessity outside of controlled circumstances. It just rarely happens in general. It's very rare that you will see a man get desperate unless he is doing it for his own purposes under controlled circumstances. It's very rare though that men will be desperate in public unless they are incredibly pee shy about avoiding public bathrooms altogether.
I live in the United States but I haven't really seen men urinating in public very much or outside outside of my job until then it was relatively rare. But I can ever recall seeing a woman peeing in public and it seems uncommon for women to talk about their toilet needs. Growing up my family always thought that it was weird for a girl to talk about bathroom related matters, and guys always seem to dismiss the fact that I needed the bathroom frequently as though it were always a trivial matter, which again is because I think in a guys mind that they just aren't used to situations where they have had to hold it so they don't really know what exactly it is like.
Like someone I hold correspondence with asked me about a phenomenon that he felt was interesting in that he felt that women often were acting crazy when a bathroom was finally available. What it later became obvious was that he was on several bus rides where they stopped for the men to pee numerous times but they didn't stop for the women to pee at all. The men would just go in a field whereas the women would keep holding it for hours and hours at a time. When they finally stopped the men weren't in a rush but the women were pretty much ready to knock the men down to get to the bathroom, and from his perspective it was sort of a crazy woman thing, but I pointed out to him that it would make you crazy too if you had been holding it all day while all of the women were peeing every couple of hours!
"Although I needed to pee really bad, because I was holding since morning, I was confident that I could somehow perform on the stage and hold till I'm back home. But one girl in our group was really desperate and wanted to empty her bladder before the performance. When she asked about the toilets from the boy who was ushering us, his reply was "You know this is a boys' school and we don't have girls' toilets. Anyway you girls are always good at holding, isn't it so. Just wait a bit more until you dance and then you can leave." We were really angry after hearing that. He has no idea how desperate should be a girl to ask about toilets from a boy. And he doesn't understand how difficult it is to dance on stage with such a full bladder. That's the attitude and level of understanding of boys about our pains of extreme pee holding. I don't know whether he did that because he was into omorashi and actually enjoying our desperation, or else due to the utter ignorance. But whatever the reason, he did not seem to understand how difficult is a girl's fight with her bladder"
I have found that this is fairly typical, and I don't think it's necessarily that guys are necessarily cruel or actively enjoying our desperation, as I think those with an actual fetish are probably a minority of the population, but I do think that most guys tend to blow it off as though it's no big deal. Sort of like in high school when I was complaining to my guy friends about the girls bathrooms being closed and I wasn't able to go to the bathroom most of the day and they just sort of found it humorous, because of course the boys bathrooms were open and they never had a line so they never had that difficulty of going several periods checking the bathroom every time and not getting to go and getting increasingly frustrated.
I think that one of the things is that it's just that men and women live in different worlds and that most people don't talk about bathroom related matters, particularly with the opposite sex. Since nobody's comparing notes it's easy for guys to assume that things are the same for the women and wonder why they are complaining so much when they are not facing the same challenges themselves and realizing that women often have to hold it in ways that they never have to. It's just not part of their experience so it doesn't really register with them.
And you think that guys who have a fetish for female desperation would probably be more aware of the challenges of women holding all day and how it can be a serious practical difficulty, but I think that a lot of them can be even more oblivious because they are blinded by the fetish. Like a guy have mentioned numerous times before that I used to chat with all the time used to think of the idea of locking girls bathrooms would be funny and thought the idea of women not having enough bathrooms was extremely entertaining and was thinking of all these great ways to prank women by keeping them from a bathroom and he was wondering why I wouldn't want to get on board with that all the time.
And I had to point out to him because he was totally oblivious that if he locked all the girls bathrooms what was I supposed to do? But his fetish was so all-consuming that he couldn't really comprehend the idea that women don't always want to be desperate, that even people with a fetish for desperation don't want to be constantly desperate in public everywhere they go on a regular basis while they are trying to attend to other needs not related to a bursting full bladder. |
Hi hi! This is a story someone commissioned from me about Holo from Spice and Wolf. Hope you enjoy! If you like it, do consider commissioning me - My rates are $0.025 per word, and I can do almost any kink! Email me at [email protected] if you’re interested. The more extreme, the better - I’ve even written about (and enjoyed) toilet slavery and castration~ If you want to know the details of what was requested of me, check out the last paragraph - I can write things that are very different from this! Hope you enjoy~ -KitoKitoKito
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It had been a long day of travel for the both of them, heading straight through two different cities to get here. The exhaustion of the movement was further elevated by the lack of sleep both had gotten the night prior - the inn they stayed at had a party going the entire night. Apparently, that was why they got such a great deal.
The trading would have to wait until tomorrow - Kraft needed to be at his best to get a good deal out of the spices. “This inn looks good. We’ll get to sleep early and take care of the spices in the morning.” Holo just nodded her head, too drowsy to give much of another response. As soon as the innkeeper handed Kraft the key, he began walking up, Holo following close behind. As she did so, she smelled the cloak she was wearing over top of her and wrinkled her nose in disgust. She then sniffed at Kraft’s back and had the same reaction - both of them smelled horrible. They hadn’t changed clothes from the night before and it showed.
“You really need to clean out outfits,” Holo said as Kraft turned the key in the door. “We both smell terrible.”
Kraft lifted a small bit of his own shirt up to his nose and sniffed it. “It isn’t that bad. I’m tired, let’s just clean them in the morning.” He dumped his bags at the foot of one of the beds.
Holo immediately responded by sitting on said bed. “I refuse to let you sleep until you clean them. Have you forgotten my heightened sense of smell? This is unbearable.”
Kraft sighed. “Fine. Give me your clothes. If I’m going to clean, I’m taking the spare outfits with me as well - those need to be washed too.” He dug into his bags and pulled out a few sets of clothes, then emptied the other contents out onto his bed - just basic hygiene supplies. Holo smiled. “Good. Also, try to find an apple or something to eat while you are out there.” Kraft rolled his eyes and faced the wall as Holo removed her clothing, handing it all to him in a messy pile. He took it with his eyes closed and exited the room, carrying it all in the bag he emptied out. “Be quick.”
As soon as Kraft closed the door, Holo took a second to stare at it, realizing her mistake. They had only made one stop near the beginning of the journey, and Holo hadn’t even used the bathroom during it. She considered shouting at him from the door, but decided against it - no need to have the whole inn know about her issue. She opened the door a tad and looked to see if the bathroom was nearby. There was one, but it was all the way down the hall, past a multitude of other rooms, and multiple other guests were moving around. She wouldn’t be able to sneak over naked.
She closed the door and thought about what she should do. She looked through the rest of the bags - no clothes at all, Kraft had taken everything. She considered using the bags as covering, but quickly dismissed the idea - no way that would work. Her only option was to wait. She laid in her bed, holding her tail against her pussy to keep it in - she didn’t need to go that badly, it wouldn’t be super difficult to wait.
And soon, an hour had passed, and Kraft still hadn’t returned. There was no way it would take him this long, she thought to herself. In truth, Kraft had fallen asleep by the fire where he was warming the clothes, and he wouldn’t be waking up for a long time. Holo didn’t know this of course, but she could guess that something like that had happened. She stood up, holding her legs together and squirming. This was humiliating - she wouldn’t be forced to push her body in this way. She was going to let it out, even if she had to do it in their room. And since it was Kraft’s fault, he could deal with the consequences.
She got onto the bed he had claimed, kneeling on top of it, and released her bladder. She let out a sigh of relief as the golden piss began to fall in a stream between her legs. Better to piss on the bed so it would just soak it up instead of having to clean up the floor, right? It dampened the sheets, turning them from white to yellow, slowly spreading out the soaked spot more and more until a puddle of urine began to form on it. It was a slow, steady stream - she didn’t see any need to force it out. Some of it trickled down her legs, making her shiver - it was an unpleasant sensation, but whatever. At some point, a stream running down her legs diverted to her tail, and she quickly lifted it up to keep it from getting soaked.
The stream kept coming and coming - she had been holding for a long time. She eventually climbed off the bed and just started to piss straight on the ground - she wasn’t so cruel as to leave such a huge puddle of piss on Kraft’s bed. As she did so, another puddle of it began to form on the ground, the steady stream hissing as the puddle soaked the underside of some of Kraft’s bags. Some of it fell between the cracks in the floorboards, dripping into another room below her, causing the guests staying there to be confused and bewildered at the yellow liquid dripping on their beds.
Eventually, the stream turned into just a few drops, and the well ran dry. Holo sighed in relief once again, grabbing a blanket off the bed to first wipe her privates and her legs off, then clean up the floor. She had no idea how full her bladder really was, but she didn’t care that much - Kraft wouldn’t even need his bed at this rate, he’s getting enough sleep down there. She threw the blanket back onto his bed and fell onto her own, falling asleep before even bothering to cover herself with her own blankets.
Needless to say, Kraft was very confused the next morning.
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Thanks for reading the story, I really hope you enjoyed it! The request was Holo not being super embarrassed about peeing, more seeing it as just something she had to do. The one who commissioned me was pretty specific about what they did and didn’t want, which is completely fine - I knew exactly what to write for them 😄 Although I’m also happy to work without restrictions; I have a few times and my customers were definitely happy. Again, if you’re interested, email me at [email protected] for more info! |
4.5. Lillie and her mistake in the cup of tea part 2
Once Lillie wet her panties and put them in her backpack
She walked quickly to the Pokemon school as she held her skirt
Another 15 minutes passed
- aaaa it can't be again I want to pee
- vuuuulll
- I know snowy but it's not normal for me to feel like it so soon, you have to keep going, it's just another 10 minutes to go
So he gets ready to continue while she grabs her skirt from both ends to prevent his little ass from being seen by someone who is passing by, 5 more minutes passed
- mmmmmm aaaaah I can't resist anymore, snowy is back on guard while I pee again
Lillie once again enters the forest and this time hiding in a bush to avoid another unexpected encounter with a Pokémon, once she is assured she climbs her dress and begins to urinate
-afff Today I urinated 2 times outdoors, what will my mother think of her daughter who urinates outdoors
Once she was done with no fuss she got up and wiped herself with toilet paper and walked away from her spot leaving another huge puddle of urine behind her.
- come on snowy we are close
Lillie once again set out to walk to the Pokemon school and once inside the Pokemon school she quickly made her way to the girls bathroom and returned to her pokeball wing vulpix and washed her panties and dried them with the hand dryer when suddenly i feel like urinating again
- must be a joke but at least I'm in the bathrooms
She quickly goes to a cubicle climbs her dress and sitting on the toilet she releases her stream of urine with force hitting the water loudly being heard in the bathroom everywhere and Lillie realizes that she left her panties on the dryer
When she cleans herself up she goes out to pick up her dry panties but when she barely picked them up she hears mallow coming into the bathroom and quickly puts her panties back in her backpack
- o lillie what are you doing here
- I just went to the bathroom is all
- could you wait for me because tsareena wants to use the bathroom, tsareena you can come in only lillie is here
Tsareena enters the bathroom half embarrassed and goes to the cubicle and prepares to urinate, lillie couldn't say that she was going to enter the bathroom because she just said that she entered and if she told the truth mallow could tell lana and she would tell everyone until reaching the ears of his mother so it is better to keep silent
-sorry for that, although she doesn't seem like it, tsareena is kind of embarrassed about having to go to the bathroom
Once tsareena finished, she came out of the bathroom and the bell just rang.
- to the Bell, lillie let's go that professor kukui will be upset
- Wait, I'm going right away, I just have to...
- nothing let's go
Mallow took lillie by the hand and took her running to the living room, once inside her both girls take place and lillie takes her vulpix out of her pokeball to meet with the other Pokémons
- afff I didn't have a chance to put my panties on
Lillie said despondently in her mind
Once the class began, approximately 20 minutes passed and again Lillie felt like
- oh not again but what the hell is going on, or perfect I can go put on my panties
She said lillie in her mind so she stood up and asked to go to the bathroom and when she grabbed her backpack
- lillie you can't take your backpack to the bathroom it's rude
Lillie couldn't tell Professor Kukui what she had, much less in front of the class.
- sorry
Lillie went to the bathroom and started to urinate again and came back, once inside the room another 20 minutes passed and Lillie felt like it again but she had to hold on because she knew perfectly well that they would not let her go, so she endured more than an hour and Lillie She was doing her best not to arouse suspicion when suddenly she let out a stream, wetting her dress a little and making Lillie moan.
- Is everything okay Lillie?
asked kukui and lillie was going to confess but
At last she repented and only answered
- Yeah all right
- it's fine
Lillie was sweating from all the endurance she was doing when she couldn't stand up anymore and when she was going to ask permission it was inevitable that she got wet in front of the whole class surprising everyone to see how Lillie wet her dress and all her boots while she was made a huge puddle of piss from Lillie's bass
- It can't be, Eeee? lana mallow can you walk lillie to the bathroom and i'll call her mom and ash and kiawe get something to clean up with
Lillie took her backpack and headed to the bathroom with mallow lana and snowy and once in the bathroom
- lillie pull up your dress and take off your panties i'll help you clean up
- mallow sorry but sorry I'm not wearing panties
Once lillie explained this to lana and mallow they understood and lillie's mother just walked into the bathroom
- sorry love apparently you grabbed my cup with strong effect diuretic and it affected you too much
- that? Mom how did you put...
But before she finished her sentence, she let out another stream of urine and without caring that her friends and her mother were there, she got on her crouch and began to urinate like crazy
- my love let's go home to give you a remedy and so stop urinating like crazy
Lillie embarrassed just nods her head and they leave
Edited January 18, 2022 by Tionpee
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5 Bonnie and serena dead end
Serena has had a good stamina to go to the bathroom but Bonnie, being a little girl, does not have much resistance and to top it off they are in the middle of the mountains at a great height and there are no trees or grass that inhabit
- serena could you accompany me I have to go
- Okay Bonnie let's go, Ash and Clemont go ahead in a moment we'll catch up
- might not go that far
Says the young man with blond hair
- are you crazy brother a lady needs privacy
- and serene that, she counts as company
-A lady should not go alone and she always takes her friend aside
- let them go clemont let's go ahead and if they are going to take their time then there are no trees or bushes
Says the young man accompanied by a Pikachu
While Ash and Clemont walk away, Bonnie and Serena go to the bottom of the mountain. They spent around 5 minutes until near a cliff they could see some rocks that were big enough to cover a crouched person, Bonnie was very happy and ran. rock wings and raising her skirt and lowering her leggings, she rested one leg on a rock and the other on the ground, she was about to crouch and was about to urinate
- hurry up Bonnie that possibly Ash and clemont are very far from here
When suddenly the rock began to move and Bonnie quickly jumped back raising her leggings to her place and the rock turned out to be the tail of an Onix and without hesitation began to attack the pair of girls and quickly Serena grabbed Bonnie and ran out of there, however Onix used sharp rock and out of sheer luck serene dodged and almost fell from the mountain
- stop attacking us Onix was not our intention
Says the young woman in the black blouse and red skirt
The Onix stared at the pair of girls and just left and when Serena puts Bonnie down and goes to see where Bonnie can pee
- it was close, thanks serena
When Bonnie took a step back she was about to fall off the Mountain down a slope where there was clearly no way out and Bonnie grabbed Serena by the legs dragging her down too and they fell rolling getting trapped
- Also luckily there was a slope and it was not free fall but now we are trapped
Serena says very distressed
- serena i still want to pee
- Well, there is no one here apart from me and dedene
The little girl lowers her leggings again and raises her skirt and prepares to urinate freely
- affff I couldn't take it anymore
Serena could hear the small sound of Bonnie's pee hitting the ground.
- I couldn't be hearing Bonnie pee makes me want to pee (thought)
Bonnie finishes urinating and serena helps her clean herself off by wiping her hand with toilet paper
- Serena, do you also want to pee? I'm curious how your little thing is
serena blushes and says very embarrassed
- Bonnie, I'm already an adult woman and we older ladies can't go to the bathroom anywhere.
- but could you show me what your little thing looks like
- Bonnie don't talk nonsense better focus on see how to get out of here
- okay
They spent around 10 minutes looking for a way out and tried to climb and it was totally useless and the place was not very big because there was no way out
- this is useless
- Calm down Bonnie, there's nothing to worry about.
- if we had a flying type Pokémon we could ask for help
- Flying pokemon? aaah i have an idea
Serena quickly grabs dedene and tells him
- dedene I need a favor I'm going to throw you very high and I want you to hold on very tight to the mountain and seek help from Ash and Clemont
Dedene shakes his head saying yes
And serena throws the little mouse Pokémon as high as possible
And dedene barely holds on to the edge and goes up and runs to get help
While serene, she inadvertently had a small leak but it was not serious at all because it was just a few small drops wetting her black panties a little.
- Bonnie could you see if dedene is coming
-serena just left and I don't think she's that fast
Still the little girl stares up as Serena puts her hand between her legs to feel the wetness of her panties.
- ufff it's not that bad but I still want to pee urgently
Bonnie inadvertently heard what she said but she played dumb.
- Serena, do you think it will be too late?
- I do not know
As Serena sits on the floor, she can't help but see the mud stain on the floor where Bonnie urinated a few minutes ago.
- I wish I could pee but Bonnie is watching and wants to see my vagina (thinking)
-serena looks urgent and I keep noticing that she is looking at my puddle very carefully, I have an idea (thinking)
Bonnie lies down on the floor and closes her eyes.
- Bonnie what's wrong with you
- wake me up when Ash and my brother come for us
-Okay, perfect, I can take advantage of her going to sleep so I can urinate (thinking)
About 5 minutes passed and Serena felt more of an urge to urinate so she got up and went to where Bonnie was and put her hand near her nose to check that she was asleep and it seemed that if she was asleep she was breathing very slowly
-Well she is totally asleep
-she believed it and now to enjoy (thinking)
Bonnie could see just fine with one eye slightly open.
While Serena moved to the other end of the hole facing Bonnie and lowered her black panties and prepared to urinate but Bonnie could not see well because her panties covered Serena's vagina and Bonnie annoyed gets up and says Screaming
- THAT'S A CHEAT, YOUR BLACK PANTIES DON'T LET ME SEE
Serena jumps and falls on her buttocks and continues to pee, wetting her panties.
- BONNIE THAT'S NOT RIGHT
Bonnie can't believe what she's seeing and she better cover her eyes and turn to the wall
As Serena stands up and takes off her panties and starts to clean herself up as she scolds Bonnie
- I don't understand your strange curiosity of wanting to see my vagina
- so that's the name of the hole we have, then why can you see mine but I can't see yours
- because that is not appropriate for a lady
- you said the same thing when you said that no older women couldn't urinate anywhere and you did it here
- this was an emergency that is very different
- Well, seeing your vagina is an emergency
- anyway you can turn
Serena had already finished cleaning and put her panties in her backpack.
- but serena let me see how it is
- okay but just a look
Serena quickly grabs her skirt and when she is about to pull it up she is interrupted by Dedene who arrived with Ash and Clemont.
- It's not fair they had to appear just when serena ......
Quickly calmly covers Bonnie's mouth and whispers in her ear
- I'll show you at the pokemon center
- I see you were busy
Says the young man in the red cap as he points to the puddle of serena
- it's not what it seems Ash just that I dropped the bottle of water from my hand and it spilled
Luckily serena had an empty bottle
And clemont took out of her backpack a machine that had a rope and a type of motor to climb serena and bonnie
- I present my invention the automated pulley and we only need an electric Pokémon to make it work
Clemont dropped the rope and Serena was about to tie the rope around Bonnie's waist but she quickly says
- no serena better you first that I already made you suffer a lot
Serena does not notice Bonnie's interventions and without saying anything, Serena ties the rope around her waist and begins to climb the steep mountain.
As Bonnie stares up and clearly sees up Serena's skirt and she can see her vagina
- WOOOW IT'S VERY BIG AND PINK DOWN THERE I CAN EVEN SEE THE BACKGROUND
Serena jumps on trying to cover her skirt but it goes wrong and falls down showing her ass in the open air while Ash and Clemont from above watch with a face of blush and emotion, in the end they came out of the hole and Serena did not say anything until they reached the pokemon center, while clemont scolds bonnie for doing that to serena
End
6 dawn and his urgency for the city
Dawn was in Jubilee City in the Sinnoh region and was on her way to Green Leaf Town to visit her mother after several months without seeing her, but first she had to make an urgent stop at the public baths because she hadn't been there since morning to the bathroom
- aff I urgently need to find a bathroom because I'm peeing and I don't want to wet my panties or worse, I don't want to go to an alley with the danger that a stranger will see me and do something bad to me
As she walked she couldn't help but notice that all the shops were closed and she vaguely remembered that there was a festival in honor of the upcoming fashion show that would take place in a few days.
-It can't be she had forgotten
Piplup stares at dawn with a disappointed face
- what? Not everything can be recorded in my mind, now what I need is a bathroom
Concerned Piplup points to the alley behind dawn
- no piplup I will not go to relieve myself there
So she takes Piplup in her arms and they are on their way.
- don't worry, I can still hold out until I reach the forest there is less danger and I have you my faithful companion who is very strong
Piplup stands proud and looks at the sky with determination
- hahahaha piplup you make me laugh
But his joyous laugh was interrupted by a strong pressure on his bladder shaking his body and quickly bringing his hands to his legs releasing piplup
Very worried Piplup looks around again and looks at an alley and points in that direction
- i can still hold on
When dawn was just going to remove her hands from her legs, a loud sound is heard scaring dawn and causing her to urinate a little from the fright, wetting her panties a little and what was heard was music because some floats were passing by and a multitude of people began to come out from various sides flooding the street
Dawn took piplup and tried to continue but being pushed by so many people made it almost impossible to move forward until I couldn't anymore and with the last of her strength she went into an alley and pulled her skirt up and down her panties and started to urinate while piplup stood guard in the alley entrance
Dawn kept peeing hard while she blushed because of the awkwardness of the situation and looked in her backpack for toilet paper but unfortunately she didn't bring it and now what was she doing so she had no choice and called her piplup
- piplup sorry for what I'm going to ask you
Dawn spread her legs showing her Pokémon her vagina as she spread it with her fingers
- use water gun in my vagina to clean the urine
Piplup refused at first but had no choice but to obey and threw water on Dawn's fully open vagina as the young woman moaned at how good she felt.
- follow piplup that even that pee to clean
As piplup continued, dawn covered her mouth to avoid moaning until she couldn't take it anymore, she let out a loud moan that made piplup stop and dawn, because of her orgasm, urinated again, this time piplup used a water gun in a softer way and dawn She stood up and used her already wet panties to dry off.
-but what a fool I could have used the dirty panties to clean my vagina but otherwise I would not have known how good it feels to use a water gun in my vagina
Dawn put the dirty panties in her backpack and took out her spare panties and put them on and continued on her way.
- piplup sorry about that, but if it's not too much trouble we could repeat it someday while camping
The penguin Pokémon returned to its proud pose and nodded.
End
7 Roxy originally from the galar region trained with morpeko in the wild area
- come on morpeko we have to keep training to beat Ash in the master league
While morpeko ran very happy to one side of the young woman without expressions
When she felt the need to urinate
- perfect I have to pee and it is an excellent opportunity to test my resistance
Roxy kept jogging for several minutes when she couldn't take it anymore and she saw a bush big enough to hide a person and she said to herself
- excellent opportunity
Roxy went to the huge bush and instructed Morpeko to take care outside and Morpeko, very happy, stayed outside the bush while she waited for her partner to finish peeing.
When Roxy pulls up her skirt and pulls down her panties she gets back on her feet and instead she takes off her panties
-it's too uncomfortable and she couldn't open my legs well
So she keeps her panties in her black jacket while she gets on her crouch again morpeko jumps into the bush climbs on her shoulder Roxy is very scared
- morpeko what's up?
When out of nowhere a corviknight with her claws grabs Roxy's jacket and dresses her up and flies away leaving the young girl totally naked
- Afff what was missing, but that won't stop me because I'm not ashamed
And Roxy comes out of the bush running totally naked chasing the huge metal pokémon and Roxy manages to notice that morpeko is in her black jacket and yells at him
- morpeko uses spark
Morpeko obeys and corviknight is affected and begins to drop Roxy's jacket and dress from the claws together with morpeko and Roxy with some joy he says
- that will teach you
As she feels an extra sense of pleasure from being totally exposed without clothes in the middle of nowhere
- I must resist and go back to the bush to urinate and put on my clothes
When she was about to take her clothes, she realizes that her fan club is coming from far away and if she had another option, she runs to the bush, forgetting her clothes.
- shit I forgot my clothes, morpeko take my clothes and try to take them away so they don't see them
Morpeko quickly came out of the bush and grabbed Roxy's clothes and barely managed to move her and take her away to a safe place.
While Roxy couldn't help but think what would happen if she was seen in such a dire situation
- hey seriously I thought I heard Roxy around here
says one of his fans
- you must be hallucinating, better rest a minute
While her fans rested, Roxy was in the bush holding back her urine and her desire to touch herself.
She finally got ready to touch her vagina rubbing her fingers while she covered her mouth with one hand while in Roxy's mind she wondered
- heavens why am I doing this? Why does she feel so good? Why can't I stop? I want to pee and I want to touch myself too much
As the Roxy fans got up from the grass and continued on their way
- they finally left
Roxy came out of the bush and got on all fours rubbing her vagina while spreading her ass in the air rubbing her vagina with both hands and putting whatever fingers she could inside her until she couldn't stand it anymore and let out a very loud moan and released all her urinates against the ground hitting the grass while moaning with pleasure
A few minutes later Roxy was still touching herself a few meters from the bush with her legs wide open without caring about anything as long as she continued she felt pleasure
A few minutes later Morpeko approached Roxy with his clothes
- affff affff aafffff thank you morpeko afffff affff
Roxy with little strength put on her clothes and tried to follow her path while she left behind a huge puddle of urine and vaginal fluids.
-I will have to train more that she felt very good
End |
Do you mean this one? It's an old favorite of mine too!
http://www.peesearch.net/community/forums/showthread.php?t=10909&page=1&pp=10
http://www.peesearch.net/community/forums/images/icons/icon1.gif Humiliating wetting at a bar (Male desperation & wetting)
Hi, Im Sean. Im a shy 32 year old guy with a bladder problem who is in diapers 24/7. However, I still have accidents and I have grown to enjoy wetting. This is a story from the past. I have lots of them.
It was a warm September Saturday night in 1997. I made plans with my friends to go to a bar in New York City. It was blues bar on the Upper East Side that has since closed...it was almost ten years ago...I was 22. Im 6 feet tall, 180 pounds, with sandy blond hair. I was a diapered bedwetter at this time, but I could make it through the day without diapers...unlike today. I had really gotten drunk at another bar and had barely made it to the one I was at. My friends were all up towards the front of the stage near the band while I was in the back. I barely made it to the bathroom when we got there, but I could only pee a little because it was a mad house and there was a guy peeing in the sink next to me...and a long line behind me. I have a shy bladder anyway so I could only get a little going before the guy behind me started to complain. There was no privacy. So I zipped up and hoped the line would die down..but over the night it just got worse...and I just kept drinking...it was a problem I just hoped would go away it..it didn't.
To keep my mind off of everything, I was flirting with these two girls..they were part of a flock of girls that were there that night. One of them was a brunette that was an aspiring actress and the other was a masters degree student at Queens college. She was studying nursing, and kept telling me she had "no life" because of it. This was the first time she had been out in a long time. The brunette was named Allisa. She was in jeans and a sweater. She was petite and was wearing these black Converse Chuck Taylor sneakers. She was pulling on an Amstel light beer. Amy, the auburn redhead, was wearing these khaki dress slacks and a white silk sheer blouse with three inch heels. She was taller..around 5' 7"...and with her heels on she could look me right in the eye. She had these piercing green eyes and her beauty was as intimidating as she was. I was going to need to continue to drink just to keep from claming up. She was wearing this light pink bra underneath and ever so often, you got a peak at the lace accents and the shiny lycra of the bra supporting her full B-cup breasts. In her hand was a glass of red wine. It was sort of an odd thing to see...wine in a backstreet blues bar...and she stood out in the dark din of this dank watering hole. She looked like the kind of a girl you would meet at the opera.
Depite the noise of the music, we got into a fairly high minded discussion about music, politics etc. We were in the back of the bar...away from the stage. I kept checking the endless line at the bathroom and at one point, Amy said with a hint of agitation in her voice "What's the matter? Are we boring you?" Allisa said, "Amy...I think he's gotta pee. And there's a loong line for the men's room for once! HA!" I countered by saying I was fine. "Well, you don't look fine. You look a little uncomfortable...a little desperate," Allisa said in a teasing manner. I WAS terribly desperate. My foot was already shaking and I was in pain. I had an already full bladder and I had no place to go. However, I decided to lie about it. "Im not like you, I'm a guy I don't have to worry about that," I said with some machismo. "Ohhkaay..we'll see about that..your beer is almost finished.," Allisa replied, "I'll buy you another..and as long as we're talkin' you don't set foot near that bathroom...or look at it!"
I was really needing to pee but I decided to give up hope and just hold it...hoping to at least score a phone number from Amy whom I was making the most progress. Howeer, I was getting pretty nervous as it became more an more clear that I was desperate. I felt the sweat break out all over my body and I could feel small amounts of wetness escaping into my white breifs. However, I was so drunk that I ignored it. Every time my beer was empty, Alissa would buy me a new one with a smirk on her face. I wasn't paying much attention to Alissa though. I was too mesmerized by Amy's pert breasts and her sexy bra. At one point, she told me to hold her glass of wine. She then proceeded to tuck her blouse into her pants and the silk blouse had become fully see through. I could see every detail now of pink bra with the lace accents and her ample cleavage. Her slacks were also tight and she had a rather noticable visble panty line. They looked like high cut panties that a "good girl" would wear. When she tucked her blouse into her pants, she pulled the waist out for a brief second and I caught a very brief glimpse of the shiny pink cross stitching that made up the waistband of her panties. She was teasing me, and she seemed to like the attention. At times, I became completely aroused and she seemed to notice.
With all the alcohol I was drinking, it became difficult to stay fully arroused. When I wasn't aroused, I was unknowingly leaking pee. The problem was, I was wearing light blue jeans and a white sweater. If I had the slightest accident, it was going to show. And I was STILL drinking...like a fool. Allisa kept buying me beer and I think she was hoping for something horribly embarrasing to happen. However, the beer allowed me to relax around a beautiful woman. I was only saved by the fact that that the lights were low and the place was dark. Amy was still on her first glass of wine. She was in control and barely buzzed.
So I continued to talk with Amy and Allisa for about a half hour. Allisa was the actress, and she could see that Amy was getting the attention. She didn't like it, and kept trying to interject...but she was really drunk at this point and was having trouble making relevant points. All of a sudden the band stops playing music. The black guitar player at the microphone said "Thank y'all. Have a good night now..CDs ten bucks up front..good deal...we'll sign em for ya. Thank ya New Yark. Thank ya. Y'all been great." I had virtually ignored Allisa for the last ten minutes, and I don't think she was happy. She was pretty buzzed at this point due to all the drinking she was doing. Amy had pretty much stayed sober, but she may have been the designated driver. I was getting ready to put the moves on Amy and it looked like it was going to work. Then, I got a poke in the ribs. When I turned away from Amy, Allisa was standing there trying to stop laughing. "Sean, honey.." she said between warding off giggles "are we having a LITTLE ACCIDENT?!!" She then proceeded to tickle me on my stomach. I had forgotten how desperate I was an in and in an instant it all came rushing back in an overwhelming rush of desperation. Allisa then started laughing, turned bright red, and darted off into a group of girls that were about ten feet away. I looked down and was horrified to see that I had a very sizable wet patch on the front of my crotch. I looked at the now endless line of the bathroom line and a wave of anxiety built as I had knew now I had no way out. My brain had just made my bladder aware of my crushing need to use the toilet. Tears welled up in my eyes and I began to whimper "Oh no..no..no..I can't hold it.." My heart began to race as I began to have an anxiety attack...cold sweats and shortness of breath...and then it happened...I lost total control of my bladder.
I had no way of holding it. Hot pee shot through my member like a canon. There was an audible hissing sound that anyone with in a few feet could hear. It was a sizzling sort of hiss that almost always is associated with someone violently wetting themselves. I looked down and I saw the growing wetspot on my crotch...and I felt the hot pee streaming down my legs.
I felt the clinging wet fabric of my white hanes briefs as the pee completely overan every inch of them. I could feel the wetness flowing down my ankles, soaking my socks and my shoes. It was warm and the relief was sublime, but soon gave way to dreaful embarrassment. Alissa was now taunting me in the background surrounded by her flock of girlfriends who were now laughing.
I turned to Amy and she was still there. Her eyes had grown was wide as saucers as she witnessed my total humiliation...and complete emasculation. One hand was over her mouth, but of course, I still could not keep my eyes off her breasts. And to my suprise-and I still remember this vividly-her nipples grew erect and popped out of the lacey trim of her bra. They poked right out of her blouse and her breasts seemed to swell.
"Sean, sweetie," Amy mumbled, "Im so sorry I kept you talking..you were looking at bathroom line...I didn't know you had to go so bad..you said you could hold it...it was dark..I didn't see you start to wet on yourself..oh no..honey..oh no...oh sweetie...you're soaking yourself..you just can't stop...you poor thing.."
I stood there frozen with tears welling up in my eyes trying to say something. However, all I could do was whimper as I was trying to do anything not to cry. She had a maternal aire about her that was comforting...but it could do nothing to stop the raging flood of urine that was running down my legs.
Allisa came back and grabbed Amy's hand. "Get away from him! He's like totally wetting his pants like A TOTAL BABY. Your shoes are wet!!"
I looked down and there was a river of pee on the floor and Amy was standing in the middle of it. Her designer heels were splashed with pee. It snapped Amy out her trance. She looked at her breasts, pulled her blouse out of her slacks and went back to join her friends who were only several feet away...however she still continued to stare.
I sat there frozen, soaking myself for over a minute..and then after I stopped, it started again in spastic intervals. I could not stop going. Her friends were trashed and were now cackling in laughter while staring at pee still streaming down my soaked legs. I could hear everything they were saying. And I just leaned up against the wall and stared at them hoping they would shut up..however they didn't care....they were too drunk to care. Besides, how often do you get to see a guy wet himself?
"Sean wet his pants...Sean wet his pants.." Alissa and another girl began to chant over and over again in a slurred matter. "Waitress! We Need A Diaper Over Here!" sneered a cute blond that was with them. Amy only continued to stare in the background. Her face was bright red..almost as red as her auburn hair and her nipples were still poking through her blouse...even though it was now tucked out.
It was at that point that I noticed the waitress walking toward me. She looked to be in her late thirties. She was attractive in that "Long Island Girl" sort of way. "Honey, its time to leave." Embarrassed, I tried to make believe nothing happened. "Why?," I said. "Well, its pretty obvious. You pissed your pants. You're still doing it. We need you to leave. Now come with me now, or its going to get a lot worse."
By this time, a crowd had formed and it seemed like EVERYONE In the bar now knew what I did. There were gasps, laughs, and stares. A guy with a mop was cleaning up the floor around me.
The waitress look me by the hand and led me out.
"Don't come back unless you're in a diaper okay? If I see you again in here, I'm going to check for it...I ain't shittin you. I could have made this worse."
She lead me out of the bar by the hand and before I knew it I was out in the street. It was a long ride back to Queens. It was just past midnight, and I ended up wetting my pants again on the subway platform going home. There was a lot smirks, laughter, and stares.
My friends never got the full story. I know a few of them saw it, but they never brought it up to me. I told them I feel asleep and they threw me out.
I wear diapers full time now for need. It hasn't helped my love live much, but for the sake of being a socially acceptable citizen I have to wear them to stay dry! |
It’s been a long time since I posted my last story about Kate’s desperate interview. Been pretty inactive since then because I’ve been so busy, but I finally got around to writing another story.
It’s a rather long one, so I’m gonna post it in parts, just so it’s easier for me. Here is the first part for now, I’ll be adding the rest below in the coming days/weeks.
Ok enough talk, enjoy!
Abby: Business Trip Agony
Part 1
Early morning company meetings were almost always a dull affair. For 24-year-old Abigail Moore, today was no different as she sat at the large desk with her many colleagues and higher-ups, wondering how much longer she’d have to endure this boredom until she could get out of the stuffy meeting room. It was always the same: the same bosses and executives sprouting the same old information with the same old charts and graphs showing the same old data. Abby practically had the whole thing memorized by now. And yet for some reason, no one thought to put a stop to them, so here they were, sitting through it yet again.
Abby was at least glad that she had her cup of coffee on hand. With nothing else to do, she found herself taking sip after sip as she listened to the endless droning of presenters up front. It wasn’t even her first cup of the day; she’d had a cup of hot coffee back at home, then bought a large Starbucks iced coffee on her drive to work, which she had promptly finished by the time she had pulled into the parking lot. Not long after, as soon as the morning meeting was called, the first thing she had done was go to the break room so she could pour herself some more into the largest cup that she could find. To say Abby liked coffee would be quite an understatement; by this point, it was practically her life-blood.
Even with all this caffeine pumping through her veins, the endless monologues threatened to put her to sleep. She thought back to when she had first started working at this company two months ago, how she had sat eagerly on the edge of her chair, not wanting to miss a single word of the discussions out of a desire to be the best at her job. Her colleagues had joked around at her attentiveness, betting how long she would go before she lost all interest like the rest of them, even though she had insisted she wouldn’t. So much for that, Abby thought amusedly, her attention all but non-existent as she absentmindedly watched a fly crawling up the wall in front of her.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like her job; she’d worked very hard in college and gone through many interviews and internships to land her position as a financial advisor at this firm, and outside the dreadful meetings, it was a job she very much liked. Since she had started two months ago, she’d been assigned to shadow one of the older female employees, Renee Wilkins. At 40 years of age, Renee was a kind but firm woman who has had much success at the job, and was a figure often looked up to at the workplace. In just the two months she had worked with her, Abby had already learned a great deal, eager as she ever was to learn from the best. Meanwhile, Mrs. Wilkins had developed a growing liking for Abby and her enthusiasm, something which Abby was very happy about. This growing relation had led to the two women working very well together, with Mrs. Wilkins leading at the helm and Abby as her protégé following in her footsteps. As eager as she had been to work independently, Abby had found herself enjoying Mrs. Wilkins’ company as they traveled from client to client in their daily endeavors.
Lost in her thoughts, she took another sip from her coffee as she wondered what would be in store for the day. Mrs. Wilkins often had her start by making calls to the day’s list of clients, a task which she was now trusted to do unguided. Whenever there were bigger and more important clients, though, they would leave the office together for a face-to-face meeting. Mrs. Wilkins had often taken the lead in these, especially in the beginning when she would do most of the talking, but slowly but surely Abby had been given a bigger role in them as her confidence grew. It wasn’t long before she had been put in the driver’s seat, given the chance to do most of the talking while her mentor simply provided support on the side.
Before she could do any of that, though, first she had to get out of this meeting room. Glancing down at her phone, she checked the time to see how much longer this would take, sighing in annoyance when she realized they were only halfway through, with at least another thirty minutes left. This time, though, it wasn’t just the boredom that was bothering her; all her morning coffee was starting to make their way down to her bladder, which was now sending up signals of need. It wasn’t terribly urgent, but still an annoyance, nonetheless. Maybe it’ll help me stay awake, Abby figured; she could use all the help she could get. She glanced towards the front of the table where Mrs. Wilkins was sitting. Even she looked bored, resting her chin on her hand with her elbow propped up on the table. Abby picked up her coffee cup, realized it was empty, and set it back down, wishing she had more. With nothing else to do, she began picking at her clothes, running her fingers down her black blouse and rubbing her palms along her tight white jeans. Looking below the table, she admired her knee-length black velvet boots, a pair she was quite fond of. The attire was more casual than what she usually wore, but she was still able to pull off an elegant and professional look. She crossed her legs as she settled down to wait out the rest of the dull affair.
It certainly felt like forever, but at long last, the discussions were wrapped up and the meeting was called to an end, much to everyone’s happiness. Abby uncrossed her legs and stood up eagerly, glad to finally be able to get out of this room and get back to doing some real work. But first, she needed to visit the Ladies room where she could finally go answer the calls from her bladder, which had grown quite insistent in the past half hour. Considering the copious amounts of coffee she had consumed, this wasn’t unexpected, and she hadn’t had a chance to use the toilet since she’d come into the office.
Throwing her empty coffee cup into the trash, Abby joined the swarm of people heading out of the room, then turned left into the hallway and headed in the direction of the restrooms. She had hardly gone ten steps, however, when she heard her name ringing out from behind her.
“Abby!”
Turning around, Abby saw Mrs. Wilkins walking briskly towards her, phone in one hand and purse in the other. Clearly in a hurry, she wasted no time in launching into speech as soon as she got close: “Listen, Abby, I just got a call from Michael Lee. He said they need to have a meeting with us in one hour to discuss something urgent. We have to leave now to make it on time.” She gestured at her watch, then turned and began walking back down the corridor. “Go grab your stuff from the office and meet me outside. Quickly!” With that, before Abby could even get a word out, Mrs. Wilkins raced off towards the exit.
For a second Abby stood there, still processing Mrs. Wilkin’s words. Mr. Lee was the manager of a very important client of the firm that was being managed by Mrs. Wilkins. Clearly something had come up that needed to be sorted out immediately, lest they wouldn’t have called a meetup at such short notice. Given what a valuable client they were to the firm, Mrs. Wilkins’ hurry was understandable; showing up late and not resolving the issue quickly would set a terrible impression, and could even prove disastrous if the company decided to switch to another firm instead.
Abby was certainly not about to let that happen. Thoughts of using the bathroom all but forgotten, Abby quickly turned on her heels and hurried to her office. She wasted no time picking up her purse and some files containing important documents, before dashing back out and heading towards the front of the building. |
Part 2
Outside, Abby found Mrs. Wilkins waiting by the curb, a taxi sitting right behind her. Upon seeing Abby coming out of the building, she gestured her over before climbing into the back seat. Abby clambered in after her, shutting the door as Mrs. Wilkins barked orders at the driver.
“We’re heading to the train station,” her boss explained as they drove off from the office. “Can’t risk the city traffic, we definitely won’t make it on time.” She had a point; the client’s office was outside the city on the opposite side, and snaking their way through the congested city streets would take half a day.
“Here, take a look through these,” Mrs. Wilkins said, shoving a folder of documents onto Abby’s lap. “These are the things he mentioned, so make sure you remember them…” Abby shuffled through the papers as Mrs. Wilkins explained what was going on and what they needed to do to resolve the issue at hand. They often had these briefing sessions in the office prior to leaving, but the sudden and urgent nature of the matter had left them no choice but to do their planning in the tight space at the back of their cab. It proved as good a place as any, even if they had to juggle their files on their laps as the car bumped and lurched its way to their destination.
By the time they finished their discussions, the cab was already pulling into the train station. “Right, here we are.” Mrs. Wilkins quickly shoved the papers back to their folders before scrambling out onto the pavement, with Abby following suit right behind her, her purse swinging from her right shoulder.
As she stepped out into the warm summer sunlight, near the station entrance which was bustling with people hurrying to catch their train, Abby was finally able to clear her mind from their slog in the cab. It was then, as she stood waiting for Mrs. Wilkins to pay the cab driver, that she suddenly realized how much her bladder had filled during the drive. She hadn’t been paying attention to it before, but there was definitely no ignoring it now. It had only been about twenty minutes since she’d walked out of the meeting room back at the office, but in that time her urinary urge had increased alarmingly fast, certainly faster than she had expected. She shifted uncomfortably in place as she felt the weight of her bladder pressing down, suddenly wondering if she’d have time to nip to the train station bathroom before getting on the train.
“Abby, let’s go!” Mrs. Wilkins had finished up with the cab driver, and hurriedly beckoned Abby towards the station entrance. Abby followed her into the building, walking quickly to keep up with Mrs. Wilkins’ pace. It was cooler inside, the echoes of hundreds of people talking and the sound of shuffling feet bouncing all around in a wave of noise. Without pause, Mrs. Wilkins made her way to the stairs leading down to the underground subway, Abby scurrying after her.
Her hopes of using the station bathrooms were already disappearing; given the rush that her boss was in, there was no way that she would wait around for Abby to take a comfort break, not when one of her most important clients’ business was at stake. Nevertheless, as they made their way to the bottom of the staircase, Abby couldn’t help but look longingly towards the doors that stood to her left: the restrooms. Her eyes glanced over the Ladies room symbol on the door, a sight which only elicited a pang from her bladder, urging her to go in. But she knew she couldn’t; it would be very unprofessional, and they simply did not have the time. Besides, it’s not like she couldn’t wait a bit longer. The train ride would take about thirty minutes, but that was more than manageable, even if her need had become a little urgent. She’d been through worse before, so she was confident this wouldn’t be a problem. I’ll just wait until we get to the office, she thought. I can use the restroom there. With that, she pushed the issue out of her mind and dashed after Mrs. Wilkins, who was already making her way towards the parked train.
“This should be the one – line C,” Mrs. Wilkins said when Abby caught up to her, gesturing to the train in front of them. The electronic lettering display on the train did indeed read “Line C” on it. The two of them made their way over to the train doors and stepped into the compartment within. The car was mostly empty, allowing them to find seats with relative ease. They picked a spot on the side opposite the doors, Mrs. Wilkins opting to take the window seat while Abby sat next to her by the aisle.
“Hopefully this won’t take too long,” Mrs. Wilkins muttered, glancing at her watch. Abby could tell she was worried, and understandably so. Train schedules tended to be very unpredictable, often being delayed at the worst possible times. As they sat and waited, they could only hope this wouldn’t be one of them.
One by one, the minutes passed, people from the station continued boarding the train, and the doors remained open. With every passing moment, Abby could feel Mrs. Wilkins getting more and more agitated, tapping her feet as she looked about. Abby was mirroring her boss in her agitation and foot tapping, but for an altogether different reason: her increasing need to urinate was now at the forefront of her mind, and there was nothing she could do to distract herself as they sat waiting. To make matters worse, the station restroom doors were directly in her view from her seat, and she could do nothing but watch wishfully as other women walked in for relief.
Five minutes went by, and still the train doors remained open. “Damn it, what’s taking so long?” asked a visibly annoyed Mrs. Wilkins, glaring out the window trying to see what was going on up ahead. Abby was starting to wonder the same thing. Feet still tapping against the gray metal floor, she glanced up and down the aisle, trying to see what was happening, but saw nothing of interest. “I’m sure it won’t be long,” she suggested, trying to sound reassuring. It was mostly just a hopeful statement, though, because she truly had no idea how much longer it would be, and she was really just trying to reassure herself. With the pressure from her bladder becoming an increasingly pressing matter, she needed to get to a bathroom quickly, and that depended entirely on the speed of this train.
As five minutes slowly turned into ten, Abby was starting to rue her decision not to visit the station bathroom. She could’ve easily used it and come back in the time that they had been sitting there doing nothing; hell, she could’ve gone three times and come back with time to spare. Maybe I can still go, Abby thought, looking meaningfully at the bathroom doors. If I make a run for it, I might just make it. It would be a risky move, though, and should the train leave while she was outside, she would never make it to the meeting on time. Still, she couldn’t shake the thought as she sat there, contemplating whether the risk would be worth it. Her foot tapping had already evolved to a rhythmic bouncing of her right leg as her bladder continued to fill at a very rapid rate. Even if she were to go, she’d have to ask Mrs. Wilkins first, and given her irritated state, Abby wasn’t sure if she was willing to do that.
However, the longer they sat there, the more worried Abby was becoming. She could hardly take her eyes off the bathroom door, which seemed to be almost calling out to her. She was alarmed to find herself already reaching a state of desperation, and she certainly wasn’t fond of the idea of being locked in an increasingly delayed train with a bladder that was clearly very much against her. One look at her phone confirmed that they’d now been waiting for fifteen minutes; clearly, this train wasn’t moving anywhere anytime soon, so surely it would be okay for her to step off for just two minutes, right? After one last glance around, she made up her mind: it was time for some quick action.
She turned towards Mrs. Wilkins, who was sitting with her brow furrowed in frustration and impatience, taking a deep breath as she prepared to ask her if it would be alright if she stepped off the train for a quick minute. She had hardly opened her mouth to speak, however, when suddenly there was a loud hiss from the train and a rumble as it came to life. Abby turned her head just in time to see the sliding car door come to a close, firmly shutting off her access to the station floor and the bathroom beyond.
Of course, just my damn luck, Abby thought, heart sinking as she realized her final opportunity for relief had slipped away for good. As the train prepared to finally get moving, she realized she’d have no choice but to grit her teeth and hold it in until the train arrived at their destination. She could only hope that it would be a quick journey. |
Glad to see you guys like it so far!
I finally got the next part done, so here it is.
Part 3
Despite Abby’s disappointment at missing her chance at relief, Mrs. Wilkins was quite glad that the train had finally decided to get moving. “About time,” she said under her breath, glancing at her watch again. It was now 8:30AM, half an hour since they’d left the office. Mr. Lee hadn’t explicitly given them a time for the meeting, merely urging them to arrive as soon as possible, but every minute counts when trying to maintain the reputation of the firm.
While Abby was also worried about making the meeting on time, her worsening biological urge had now become her primary concern as she felt the need building up quickly inside her. Now that her bladder’s fate was at the hands of this train, she was getting quite anxious, and it was difficult to not think about how badly she had to pee. For some damn reason, there were no toilets on these trains, so until they got to the next station, she had no way to relieve herself at all. She thought back to how she had neglected to use the bathroom at home before she left for work, realizing too late what a stupid decision that had been. She was now going on three and a half hours since she’d used a toilet, and in that time she had consumed three huge cups of coffee and a bottle of water. That was over a liter of liquid sloshing around in her body. A lot of it had already reached her bladder, making its presence felt quite strongly, but most of the fluids were yet to make its way through. Abby’s desperation was only going to get much worse.
The two women may have been in a hurry, but the train clearly was not. Even after the doors had closed, it was another five minutes before it finally lurched forward with a screech.
“Good lord, at this rate we’ll be there at midnight,” Mrs. Wilkins muttered, looking out the window as the train slowly pulled out of the station. “Maybe we should’ve just taken the taxi there.”
“At least we’re moving now,” Abby said. This was true enough, but as the train left the station and entered into the dark tunnel, it became painfully obvious that it was not going anywhere nearly as fast as a train should. They couldn’t have been going any more than 15mph, which was only about half the normal speed. Abby kept waiting for a boost of acceleration to propel them faster towards their destination, but it never came.
“Why are we going so slow?” Mrs. Wilkins muttered exasperatedly after a couple minutes of this. Abby was wondering the same thing, but had no answer. “I’m sure we’ll pick up speed soon.” Another self-reassuring hopeful thought, without any idea whether or not it would be true.
Whatever the case, they had no control over what happened at this point, so they had no choice but to trudge along in silence. Usually Mrs. Wilkins was quite chatty during their travels, and Abby was accustomed to their regular bouts of small talk on their way to visit clients. She seemed to be in no mood for that today, though, clearly preoccupied with their dilemma. With nothing to do or say, Abby listened to the rhythmic sound of the train on the tracks, trying to draw her focus from the ever-increasing pressure in her abdomen.
She looked out the window of the train, but there was nothing much to see other than the dark wall of the underground tunnel passing by. The occasional LED light outside would reveal the boring gray color of the cement before it faded off into the darkness again.
No matter how she tried to distract herself, her mind was always pulled back to the increasingly persistent calls by her bladder. Her need to pee was worsening rapidly, and she was well past the point of being able to ignore it. The burning between her legs was now at the forefront of her mind, intruding over everything else. She crossed her legs and swung her right leg back and forth, although she was doing her best to pass it off as nonchalant behavior. No matter how badly she had to go, the last thing she wanted was to act like a child in front of her boss.
However, things were really starting to get pretty bad for poor Abby. It was about ten minutes after they left the station that she felt the first wave of desperation hit her. It came suddenly, almost catching her off guard. She pressed her thighs together tightly as it happened, leaning forward slightly in her seat and biting her lips as she clenched her muscles, waiting for it to pass. It subsided slowly, but even as it ebbed away, Abby became aware of just how much her desperation had worsened. She ran her hands up and down her jiggling thighs, glancing out the window and getting increasingly frustrated at their lack of speed. Why was it that the one time she needed to get somewhere quickly, everything was slow?
Come on, dammit, hurry up and move faster already! Abby fumed inwardly at the train. The vehicle was largely unfazed by her exclamations and merely trudged along at the same slow speed. She pursed her lips in agitation, stifling a groan as she endured the increasingly frequent pangs from her bladder. This was going to be a long ride.
She’d now been holding for four hours now, and she was well and truly desperate by this point. Even when she was busy at work, she would always take a moment to go use the bathroom when she reached this level of urgency. If only she had that option now. Why couldn’t they have put some damn toilets on this train? Abby thought, suddenly feeling very irritated at the subway service for not putting basic facilities on a train with such long trip durations.
Her hopes of any improvement to the train speed were in vain. For the next fifteen minutes, the train rumbled along at the same modest pace, a pace that only added more and more time to their commute. At this rate, what was supposed to be a thirty minute trip was quickly turning into an hour, maybe longer, a realization which added to Abby’s anxiety. God, I hope I can wait that long. It was going to be seriously difficult though. Even a thirty minute trip would’ve felt like an eternity in her current state; an hour or longer seemed impossibly long. She crossed her right leg over her left as her bladder made another strong push against her urethra, furiously demanding to be emptied. She defiantly tightened the muscles in her thighs, bobbing her crossed legs up and down as she mentally willed her desperation to subside. Once again the force of her bladder slowly waned, but the dull pressure at her crotch only grew stronger. Mhhmphh…
Her light brown eyes were ripe with worry, darting this way and that as she looked around helplessly, trying to find anything else to focus on. At least the carriage was relatively empty, so there were less people to witness her desperate squirming. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention while struggling with such a private dilemma. Her thighs swung side-to-side, producing a rustling sound as the fabric of her jeans rubbed against the leather seat. In, out, in, out, steady like a metronome. As long as she kept up the movement, she could just about hold back the desperation, at least for now. With nothing else to do, she fished her phone of her bag, figuring she’d scroll through social media to distract herself, only to find that she had no signal down here in the tunnel. Annoyed, she dropped the device back inside and let out a tension-filled sigh. She was just going to have to endure her bladder’s urgent protests for the duration of the trip, however long that may be. On and on they went, the train trudging along at the same frustrating pace, while Abby tried to stay positive as she waited. It won’t be long, she told herself. We’ll be there soon, I’ll be okay…
As her knees bobbed up and down rapidly, she checked her phone for what must’ve been the twentieth time, looking at the time on her lock screen, watching the minutes tick by. It was 9:10AM now, thirty minutes since the train had left the station, and yet they weren’t even halfway to their destination. To make things worse, her desperation had kicked up to a new level, plunging her even deeper into her misery. Abby kept regretfully thinking back to when they were at the station, how she had walked right past the bathroom. God, why didn’t I just go in? she thought ruefully, angry at herself for her oversight. It had been right there, it would’ve been so quick, and she could’ve avoided this whole ordeal. Yet here she was, unrelieved and more desperate than ever, squirming in her seat next to her boss, who thankfully was preoccupied with her own thoughts to notice Abby’s plight.
“This is unbelievable,” Mrs. Wilkins said, shaking her head as she looked at her watch, realizing how late they were running for their meeting. “I really hope Mr. Lee won’t be too upset with us.” Abby nodded absentmindedly, but the truth was she hardly cared what happened to the meeting at this point. With the rapidly expanding balloon of pee inside her pushing harder and harder to escape, she simply couldn’t focus on anything other than holding back the growing flood inside her. Her legs were shaking nonstop, the movement now the only thing keeping her underwear dry.
Oh my god… A pained expression came across Abby’s face as a surge of desperation worse than all the previous ones overcame her; shoving her thighs together yet again, she leaned forward in her seat, her hands pressing her legs as she bounced her knees even harder, fighting her bladder with every bit of energy she could muster. It lasted for almost 30 seconds, although it felt so much longer, and somehow Abby held on without a leak.
Oh, this is getting so bad, Abby thought apprehensively, swinging her legs with more vigor as she felt the force from her bladder growing even stronger. Her face was flushed from her efforts, and there was serious concern in her eyes now. And yet, trapped inside this toilet-less train, there was nothing she could do, her only option being to hang on and hope she could wait long enough.
The two businesswomen sat in their seats with worry lining their faces, an aura of tension swirling about them. They had taken a lot of trips in their time together, but this was certainly not one of the better ones. They sat in silence as the train crawled along, listening to the hum of the engine reverberating through the compartment. Abby closed her eyes, trying not to let her impatience get the better of her; their going was slow, but at least they were moving. All she had to do was just hang on, because eventually they would get there. They had to. Mmphh… c’mon, hurry up, hurry up…
For fifteen minutes, the train chugged along as Abby sat waiting impatiently for this miserable ride to come to an end.
And then, suddenly and without warning, the air filled with a loud hiss and screech, and the train began slowing down. Abby, who had been staring at the ground in front of her intently, focused entirely on holding back the contents of her bladder, looked up immediately to see the reason for the deceleration. Just for a second, she was filled with elation that they had finally reached the station at long last, and her long desperate wait was finally over. But the emotion fluttered out almost at once when she looked out the window, and saw not a train station, but the same gray concrete walls surrounding them. They still hadn’t arrived; in fact, they were nowhere near it.
But now the confusion was setting in, as people around the cabin began glancing around perplexedly, wondering why the train had come to a grinding halt in the middle of nowhere. “Oh, what is it now?” snapped Mrs. Wilkins, who just seemed more frustrated than confused.
Her question was answered almost immediately. The loudspeaker crackled to life, and a female voice boomed out through the compartment. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. We apologize for the delays and the slow speed of the train. Unfortunately, some damage has been found on the tracks and must be repaired before we can continue. Once the construction is complete, we will resume shortly. Thank you for your patience, and we hope you have a great day.”
Murmurs of discontent echoed throughout the carriage as people heard the news of this additional delay. No one, however, was more upset about it than Abby. You’ve got to be kidding me! She had to bite her lips to stop herself from audibly cursing. Why did this have to happen now?! It seemed as if someone was purposely putting her through this misery, trying to get her to wet her pants. Every other time she’d gone on the train, it had been quick and painless, but of course the one time she desperately needed to use the toilet, the tracks end up breaking! It was just her own rotten luck. Next to her, Mrs. Wilkins shook her head and slumped back in her seat, seemingly giving up on any hope that they would get to the office anytime soon. “Unbelievable…” she muttered under her breath.
Abby took a deep, shaky breath, trying not to panic and doing her best to console herself. It’s okay, she thought to herself. I’m sure they’ll fix it quickly and we’ll get moving again soon. It’s probably just some minor damage. No matter what she told herself, though, it was impossible to shake the feeling of apprehension that had settled in her chest. The train may have stopped, but her bladder was certainly not going to take a break. Just knowing that she was now stuck on a stationary train in an underground tunnel with no possible escape made her desperation so much worse. She could only pray it wouldn’t take too long; unfortunately for her, the city subway service wasn’t exactly known for getting things done quickly… |
Part 4
The wait was excruciating. Every minute seemed to last a month, and there was nothing to distract Abby from the relentless barrage of her bladder against her sphincter. Her boots flapped around below her knees as she swung her legs all over the place, and her hands clutched her thighs tightly. She longed to give her crotch a squeeze with her hand to ease some of the urgency, but there was no way she could do it with Mrs. Wilkins sitting right next to her. She stared at the seat ahead of her, keeping her head down and counting the seconds in her head, willing the time to go faster.
It was about five minutes later when a sudden noise drew Abby’s attention. It was her boss’s phone, ringing from within her purse. Mrs. Wilkins quickly fished it out and looked at the screen. “It’s Mr. Lee,” she said worriedly, glancing at Abby. “No doubt wondering why we’re so late.” Clearing her throat, she answered the call and put the phone to her ear. “Hello, Mr. Lee… yes, I must apologize, we’re running very late, we’re on our way but our train had to stop due to some constructions issues, and I don’t know how long it’s going to take. I’m so sorry about this…” She listened for a bit, nodding her head along as Mr. Lee spoke on the other line. “Oh, is that so?” Mrs. Wilkins said, “well that’s great then, I’m very glad there wasn’t a big issue.” She listened for a bit more. “I see… yes, absolutely, we’ll be there as soon as we can. Thank you, Mr. Lee.” With that she hung up and looked at Abby, who immediately sensed a look of relief on her boss’s face. “Well, some good news, finally! Looks like they managed to resolve the problem.” She reached into her handbag to drop her phone back inside. “We still have to go there since he still wants to discuss some other matters, but they aren’t as important, so we don’t have to rush anymore, thank goodness.”
Abby nodded absentmindedly at this new development. The truth was, given her current state, all notions of the meeting had vacated her mind completely, and while the news from the phone call was certainly good, it did nothing to reduce the mounting weight of her heavy bladder. If anything, she felt even more annoyed that they had gone through all this effort for nothing. I’m sitting here about to pee myself on this train, all because of Mr. Lee, and now it doesn’t even matter, she thought bitterly. It was silly to blame him, obviously, but Abby was in no state to think rationally at this moment.
She sat in her seat in total misery, trying not to give away just how desperate she was. Anyone passing by would’ve thought she was just cold from the way she was sitting, hunched over with her legs pushed together and her hands pressing down against her thighs. But in reality, she was fighting a ferocious battle against her bladder, doing anything she could to stay on the winning side. But as time dragged on, it was becoming harder and harder. As her bladder grew stronger with more reinforcements being flooded in by her kidneys with each second, her defenses were being pushed to its limit.
Come on, Abby, you can do this, she thought valiantly, urging herself on. She knew that no matter how bad this got, she could not give up. No matter how much pain she would have to endure, there was absolutely no way she was going to wet herself in public right next to her boss. Just the thought was making her cringe with embarrassment.
In contrast to Abby’s tension, Mrs. Wilkins was looking far more relaxed now that Mr. Lee’s problem had been fixed, sitting back in her chair as she scrolled through her phone. Seeing her sitting so casually, Abby suddenly found herself feeling irrationally jealous of her, of everyone else on the train sitting comfortably with their empty bladders while she had to suffer through her own which seemed to be filling with an unlimited supply of urine. Oh, how she wished she could just swap bladders with someone, or snap her fingers and just make all the pee inside her disappear. If only.
Five minutes passed.
Then ten.
Then twenty. Still there was no sign of any movement.
Dammit, what’s taking so long? Abby was getting seriously frantic now. It felt like there was a grapefruit in her abdomen trying to force its way out. She could no longer keep her movements hidden, and her discreet jiggling had evolved into a full-on gyrating of her legs, her knees jerking up and down furiously. She looked like a little kid who’d consumed far too much sugar, unable to sit still for even a split second. It didn’t take long for her boss to take note of her protégé’s strange behavior.
“Is everything alright, Abby?” Mrs. Wilkins asked, glancing questioningly at Abby’s legs which were now waving side to side animatedly. Abby’s face, which was already flushed from desperation, turned even redder at the question. “Y-yes, I’m fine!” Abby said quickly, giving Mrs. Wilkins a faint smile. “I’m just… uncomfortable from sitting for so long.” Her voice was strained, but she did her best to sound nonchalant, hoping her boss would buy this excuse.
“You know what, me too,” replied Mrs. Wilkins with a frown, nodding. “These seats aren’t the most comfortable, are they? My legs are starting to cramp up.” Abby muttered in agreement, relieved that her boss hadn’t figured out the true reason for her distress.
“I really hope we get moving soon,” Abby muttered tensely, more to herself than Mrs. Wilkins. It can’t take much longer, can it? she thought desperately. Oh, please hurry up and finish, please…
With every minute, the burning between her thighs grew more and more intense, and she was starting to lose hope. She looked imploringly towards the front of the train, praying to every god she knew to get them moving soon. But her internal pleas were met with silence, and Abby’s misery continued.
She stifled a moan as she felt another vicious pang from her bladder, forcing her to clench her whole body in response. The sac full of pee in her abdomen was throbbing, growing bigger and bigger in size as her kidneys mercilessly pumped out even more liquid at an incredible rate. Oh, she was so incredibly desperate. She would’ve given anything to be able to pee. But she couldn’t, she was trapped and had no way out of this horrible situation. Why did this have to happen to me? she thought in anguish. What did I do to deserve this? This isn’t fair! Oh, god, please end this…
Abby waited and waited, wanting more than anything to hear the sound of the train engine firing back up, for them to start moving again so one desperate girl could get to a toilet and pee. And yet she was met by nothing but pure, deafening silence. It had been almost thirty minutes since they’d stopped, and Abby was absolutely frantic by now. Sweat beaded her forehead as her efforts to hold back her bursting bladder exhausted her entire body. The increasingly frequent surges of desperation made her life an absolute hell, each push battering her sphincter and driving her closer and closer to her breaking point. Her composure, which she had been fighting so hard to maintain for so long, was starting to break down at last. She simply couldn’t contain herself much longer.
With every minute that passed, Abby’s resolve was fading away, being replaced by hopelessness. Even after 45 minutes, there were no signs of any end to this agonizing wait. A feeling of total despair settled in her chest as she realized she had no way out from this horrible nightmare. I’m never going to make it, she thought in resignation. Oh my god, I’m actually gonna wet myself here, in front of all these people. Was this how it was going to end? It seemed like the inevitable outcome. A look of total desperation and helplessness lined her face as she looked around at the cabin, wondering how many of the people around her would notice her humiliating accident. Probably all of them. She was on the verge of tears, both from pure desperation and the total embarrassment she was about to face. God, I can’t believe this is happening…
And then, out of nowhere, the loudspeakers crackled to life yet again. “Thank you for your patience,” announced the same female voice from before. “The construction has been completed, and we will begin moving shortly. We once again apologize for the delay, and hope you have a wonderful day.” The speaker shut off with another crackle, and it was followed almost immediately by a loud rumble as the train fired back on.
Oh my god, Abby thought, hardly daring to believe what she had heard. Oh, thank god, finally…
She felt her heart beating faster. Could she actually make it after all? Just when all had seemed lost, she had been thrown a lifeline. That announcement was the most welcome news she’d heard all morning. She felt her hopes resurging once again. I can still make it. She wasn’t going to give up just yet, not when she had a chance. Mmphh… come on, Abby, keep holding…
The train finally lurched forward once more, and to Abby’s absolute delight, they picked up to full speed, hurtling through the tunnel to their destination. At that moment, the only destination Abby cared about was the bathroom that sat waiting for her at the station. She closed her eyes, already imagining the cold embrace of the toilet on her thighs, the relief of finally letting go. Just the thought of it was making her sphincter loosen up, almost causing her to leak. She quickly shoved the thought out of her mind. Even at full speed, they were still twenty minutes away, and she had to hang on until then.
Abby was beyond desperate now, her bladder brimming full of urine, pressing down like an anvil on her pee hole, threatening to flood her clean white pants and fill her black boots full of its contents. She doubled crossed her legs tightly, determined to keep the hole between her legs firmly shut, refusing to let anything come out. Oh my god, she thought for the millionth time as she grimaced in pain, fighting another burst of desperation that tore through her abdomen like a knife. Her hands gripped the edge of her seat so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. Just a little bit further, you can do this…
For the next twenty minutes, she sat there in a state of pure concentration, enduring wave after wave of desperation from her bladder. Her breathing was heavy and labored, drowned out only by the rumble of the train, and when her legs weren’t crossed double, they were shaking madly. The only thing keeping her going was the fact that they were getting closer and closer to the station, where the blessed relief she needed so badly was awaiting.
Even going at full speed, it didn’t feel fast enough for Abby, who was now beside herself with desperation. C’mon train, PLEASE hurry… She needed to get to a bathroom, and soon. The urge was overwhelming, and she had no idea how much longer she could hold out. Her legs muscles were exhausted from her non-stop gyrating, yet she dare not stop for even a second for fear of what might happen. She was not going to humiliate herself now, not after making it this far. Ohhh… how much longer until we get there? In her state of utter desperation, she had no semblance of where they were.
Mrs. Wilkins seemed to have read her mind. “I think we’re almost there,” she remarked, looking at the map she had opened on her phone.
“How much longer, do you think?” Abby asked breathlessly, straining to get a look at her boss’s phone without jolting her body too much.
“Five minutes, I’d say. We can finally get off this thing soon.” Oh, thank god, we’re almost there. Just a little bit longer, I’m so close… Her bladder was about to burst, and she felt absolutely miserable, but knowing that her ordeal was about to come to an end gave her an extra boost of strength. All she had to do was hold on just a few more measly minutes. Gritting her teeth, she squished her legs together once more to ride out the final leg of this arduous journey.
It was by all means the longest five minutes of her life. Her eyes were glued to the windows, staring intently outside, waiting for the station to appear before her, but it felt like they were stuck inside an endless tunnel, the gray concrete walls stretching to infinity.
But there was light at the end of the tunnel after all; quite literally, in this case. After what felt like ten years to Abby, the tunnel’s dark walls fell away to reveal the light of the sprawling flat floor of the station outside, filled with people standing in line and walking about, waiting impatiently for their train. Abby almost cried with happiness at the sight. Her wait was finally over, and in just a couple minutes, her bloated, full bladder would be emptying itself at last. The train tires screeched as they began to slow down. Hardly able to wait anymore, she grabbed her handbag in anticipation, holding it down against her legs, which were still swinging violently beneath her, her feet sliding back and forth on the floor.
“Can you believe it, we actually made it. I thought we’d never see the light of day again,” Mrs. Wilkins remarked at Abby, chuckling.
Abby merely offered a nod and a strained smile in response, hardly able to concentrate anymore. Still chuckling, Mrs. Wilkins gathered her belongings, as did everyone else in the cabin as they prepared to step off at long last.
Abby sat upright in her chair, her frenzied legs still shaking haphazardly, clutching her handbag tightly as the train crawled ever so slowly to a stop. The moment it came to a halt, Abby shot out of her seat, scurrying to the door immediately, almost dancing in place as she waited impatiently for the door to open. Now that she was standing, gravity was really pushing her hardened bladder down onto her sphincter, almost pushing her beyond her limit. The inside of her thighs rubbed together furiously as her legs vibrated, her valiant efforts doing just enough to counteract the heavy weight of the giant ball of liquid within her.
Come on, dammit, open the doors already! Even at the last moment, the train seemed intent on prolonging her misery even more, delaying her for a couple more minutes. She had to resist the urge to reach out and yank the door handle in frustration.
Finally, the doors swung open, and she was free at last. She zoomed out onto the station floor, looking around frantically for any sign of the ladies room. Nothing. Must be upstairs, she thought to herself, and immediately began charging towards the stairs. She climbed up as gracefully as she could, but every step felt like a stab in her abdomen. She winced, swallowed up the discomfort and fought her way up; she couldn’t slow down now, relief was so close, and she had to get there now.
Reaching the top, she finally saw the sign that she was looking for, hanging from the ceiling: a restroom symbol with an arrow underneath pointing to the right. Oh my god, it’s here. Just seeing it almost made her lose it completely, but she clenched her muscles to hold it off. She spun around to face Mrs. Wilkins, who emerged from the staircase just behind her.
“Mrs. Wilkins,” Abby said breathlessly, “c-could you please excuse me for just a moment, I just need to use the restroom really quick.” She pointed back with her thumb in the direction of the bathrooms, her feet dancing in place.
“Oh, of course, go ahead,” Mrs. Wilkins answered back. “I’m going to call a cab for us, I’ll be waiting outside. Come meet me when you’re done.” She brandished her arm towards the exit. Abby nodded in acknowledgement, then whipped around and began power walking in the opposite direction. She was almost there, just a few more steps, and her misery would finally be over.
Following the signs, she rounded a corner into a little hallway at the far side of the building, and all the way down at the end were two wooden doors. She didn’t need to see the sign on them to know exactly what they were. Swinging her handbag over her shoulder, she raced down the hallway as fast as her tired legs allowed, her eyes fixated on the door handle.
Finally getting to the door, she reached out her hand eagerly, grasped the gray handle, and yanked.
It didn’t budge. The door was locked.
Shit! Her thoughts were so clouded from desperation that she hadn’t even considered that the bathroom could be occupied. Ohh, come on, hurry up! She immediately balled her fist and raised her hand to knock on the door and urge the person inside to come out…
… and that’s when she saw the sign on the door.
It was a simple sign, just three words printed onto a white sheet of paper, taped onto the wooden door. In her frantic rush, her eyes had glanced right over it, but now she saw it, bright as daylight. Just three simple words, but they plunged into her heart like a knife.
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And now for the final part of this story.
Just an FYI, I do plan on writing an alternate ending, so that'll probably be out sometime next week.
Part 5
Abby stood rooted to the spot, refusing to believe what her eyes were showing her.
”No,” she uttered, “no, please, no!” In complete denial, she grasped the handle and yanked as hard as she could, almost trying to break the door down. But the door stood firm against her helpless efforts, refusing her entry to the restroom beyond.
She couldn’t believe it. Here she was, just two feet from the bathroom, having suffered for hours, and now her one chance at relief had been mercilessly snatched away. This is so unfair! Why did this have to happen now of all times?!
As she stood clutching the door handle in despair, she felt a sudden surge of force from her bladder, almost threatening to break down the dam held closed by her bladder muscles, which had already begun loosening in anticipation of relief. With a gasp, she shoved both hands deep into her crotch, squeezing at her privates to push back the sea of urine inside. The extra support of her hands was barely enough to counteract her bladder’s push, and she hung on by the skin of her teeth. She was seriously close to her limit.
Abby was absolutely panicking now; her desperation was unbearable, but she had no idea what to do or where to go. She looked around frantically, a look of pure concern on her flushed face. Maybe there are other bathrooms in the station, she thought to herself. It was unlikely, but it was a small hope and she had to check. What other choice did she have? Mustering up what strength she had left, she scrambled back down to hallway and onto the main station floor. Up and down she looked, craning her neck, hoping beyond hope that she could find what she was looking for.
But alas, it quickly became evident that there were no other bathrooms, and the reality of her situation finally dawned on her: the only bathroom here was unavailable, and the one option she had left was to somehow hold it in until they got to Mr. Lee’s office. She almost cried in despair at the thought. Even without traffic, it would be at least another 20 minute drive, and in her state, she couldn’t imagine how she would last that long.
But she had to try. The alternative was to wet herself and completely humiliate herself in public, something that she would never live down in her lifetime. No, it couldn’t come to that. Breathing heavily, she clutched her handbag tight and made her way to the exit, walking in short, mincing steps. Even this small distance felt like a trek across a vast desert.
When she crossed through the doors into the hot summer air outside, she saw Mrs. Wilkins standing by the curb, the cab already waiting for them. Her boss saw her and beckoned her over, and Abby resumed her awkward walk towards the yellow car which sat waiting. She climbed inside gingerly, doing her best to avoid any sudden movements; even the slightest wrong step could result in a devastating consequence. Inside the car, Abby was at least grateful to be able to sit down and take some of the weight off her tortured urethra.
“You came back rather quick,” Mrs. Wilkins remarked as the cab driver set off down the road. “Did you find the bathroom?”
Abby hadn’t expected her boss to notice. “Yes, I found it,” she explained in a tight voice. “but it was out of order.” Her voice was constricted, her desperation so intense now that even speaking took a strenuous effort. She had reassumed her sitting position from the train: leaning forward, legs grinding together, her knees bobbing up and down madly.
“Oh, I see,” Mrs. Wilkins replied back with a slight nod. Her eyes then darted down to Abby’s furiously shaking legs. Abby’s face reddened at her gaze, but she absolutely could not stop the motions now; it was the only thing keeping the ocean inside her at bay.
“You have to go really bad?” Mrs. Wilkins asked her sympathetically, finally realizing her plight. Abby’s face glowed redder than a ruby, flushed from embarrassment and desperation. But there was clearly no point in hiding it anymore. “Yes,” she admitted in a low voice, nodding sheepishly.
“We’ll be there soon,” her boss said reassuringly, “just hang on for a bit longer.” It was a task that was much easier said than done.
Abby’s desperation was so extreme that she could not even comprehend how she was managing to hold it back anymore. Her bladder was so full that it was bulging out of her abdomen like a melon, very clearly accentuated by her tight clothing. The waist of her tight pants dug painfully into her abdomen, adding even more pressure to the little hole between her legs. She wanted so badly to just reach down and unbutton her pants to ease the burden just a bit, but she couldn’t, not with her boss right next to her. Oh, her stupid boss, why did she have to be here while she was going through this?
With each minute, her legs bounced with more and more vigor, her thighs slapping together with a dull clap clap sound. Wave after wave of excruciating pain ripped through her body, each one feeling like a vicious punch in her stomach. It was unbearable. How was she ever going to make it? She stared out the window at the passing city streets, trying to gauge where they were, but her mind was too clouded with desperation to think properly. Please, let us get there quickly, oh, PLEASE hurry…
One desperate girl’s prayers aren’t enough to stop city traffic, though. The streets were packed full of cars, and they were crawling through the lanes at a snail’s pace. The driver’s foot seemed to spend more time on the brakes than anything else. Every pothole in the ground and every jam on the brake was like a jolt of electricity being shot into her throbbing bladder. As they stopped yet again at what felt like the millionth red light, Abby wanted to scream. “MOVE!” she wanted to yell, “JUST FUCKING GO, STEP ON IT!” But of course, she couldn’t say that. Yet again, her only option was to sit there helplessly and suffer in silence, just like back on the train.
For fifteen agonizing minutes, they creeped forward painstakingly slowly, passing one traffic light after another. They were starting to reach the outskirts of the city, near which lay their destination. Once again they were stopped still amidst a sea of cars, each one honking at one another in impatience as everyone fought to get in front. Up ahead on the left was a bridge crossing the river which bordered the western edge of the city. It was the only way across the river for five miles, a fact which often lead to heavy buildups of traffic. Today was clearly no different.
Abby’s whole body was shaking with utter desperation by now. Her completely full bladder was being stretched to its absolute limit, bulging out even further in her abdomen, pressing up hard against the waistband of her pants. It felt like a bowling ball was trying to rip its way through her urethra, and she was doing everything she could to keep it in. She bowed her head and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt another forceful push from her bladder, which was practically screaming at her to let go. She shuddered, her face grimacing in pain as the massive balloon of boiling hot urine inside her made every attempt to expel its contents. She squeezed every muscle in her body, squishing her legs together yet again, pushing back as hard as she could. It worked, but not completely. As the force of her bladder abated ever so slightly, her exhausted sphincter loosened just enough to let a spurt of pee shoot rapidly out into her panties. Oh shit. Her strength was wavering, her muscles simply could not hold up this kind of effort much longer; they needed help. She buried her right hand in her crotch, pushing deep against her pee hole to provide the last reinforcement she had left. She put her handbag over her lap to cover up the hand grabbing her crotch, but in all honesty, she was past caring whether her boss saw her or not.
They were still inching their way to the bridge, moving so slowly that even the pedestrians outside were getting across faster than they were. Abby looked out at the swarm of cars surrounding them in every direction, realizing with anguish that she was completely trapped. Stuck here in the middle of the street, there was nowhere she could go, nowhere she could hide; there was absolutely nothing she could do. She couldn’t possibly have been in a worse situation. She stared hopelessly out at the bridge, which seemed so far away, and her resolve was starting to break. I can’t do this… ohhh… it hurts so bad…
There were tears in her eyes, born out of pure and absolute desperation. The searing pain between her thighs was so strong it felt like there was a muscle tearing in her abdomen. Every push from her rock hard bladder felt like a contraction, as if she were about to give birth. Her muscles clenched and unclenched, her legs trembled, and sweat beaded up on her forehead from sheer effort. She had never felt so much pain in her life. It was absolute torture. She wanted to cry.
“Are you alright, Abby?” Mrs. Wilkins was looking at her with concern in her eyes. One thing was for sure, Abby was quite a long way from okay. But what was she supposed to say? Looking up, Abby glanced at Mrs. Wilkins and gave a curt nod. It was an obvious lie, and her boss clearly didn’t believe her. Anyone looking at her could easily tell that she was in great discomfort.
“It won’t be long,” her boss said, still looking concerned. “We’re almost there, just about ten more minutes.”
There’s no way we’ll get there in ten minutes, Abby thought despairingly. But when she looked up, she saw that they had finally made it onto the bridge, and it gave her just a glimmer of hope. Now that they were past the bottleneck, the traffic was slowly picking up speed, and the office wasn’t too far from here. Did she dare get her hopes up? There had been so many obstacles thrown her way today that it seemed like someone up there was intent on getting her pants drenched. If that was the case, they weren’t too far from having their wish granted.
Once they got through the bridge, traffic started flowing much more smoothly. The car rumbled down the narrow streets as poor Abby hung on for dear life in the backseat. Her bladder was about to explode, its walls being stretched beyond its limits with all the pints of coffee that Abby had gulped down that morning. Abby rocked in her seat, her teeth grinding in her mouth, breathing heavily through her nose. Even with her hand jammed in her crotch, hot bursts of pee leaked out every few moments. Her underwear was slowly getting soaked with droplets of urine, and she could feel the wetness clinging to her vulva.
Soon the traffic had finally cleared, and they were just five minutes away now. Abby’s bladder was flashing on fire, and she could feel it practically pounding within her. She squeezed her crotch so hard she was in danger of harming herself, but she didn’t care. They were almost there. Just a few more minutes, that’s all. Her legs shuddered violently, and she felt another spurt of pee escape. She was losing control, she just couldn’t bear it much longer, it was too painful. Oh, god, PLEASE, just get there already. She was in absolute agony.
“There’s the office,” Mrs. Wilkins announced. Abby’s head snapped up, hardly daring to believe it. But her boss was right; there, on the right, was their destination, the large white office building which housed their client Mr. Lee’s firm. They were finally here, she had actually made it. Had she not been in gruesome pain, she might even have managed a smile of happiness.
As the cab pulled into the parking lot, Abby grabbed her handbag with her left hand, still squeezing her crotch with her right as she waited anxiously for the driver to pull up to the entrance. Every second mattered now, because she had no idea when her burnt out muscles were going to give out for good. When the car finally came to a stop, Abby shoved the door open and clambered out onto the pavement. Not looking back, she hurried towards the glass doors of the building, doing the same awkward tight-legged shuffle she’d done back at the station. She didn’t even care how stupid she looked anymore; the only thing she wanted right now, more than anything else in the world, was a toilet, and she didn’t care if she had to kill someone for it.
Shoving through the doors, Abby burst into the spacious lobby, Mrs. Wilkins following close behind. She spun her head like a wild dog, searching desperately for the bathroom. Dammit, where is it?!
“There’s no bathroom in the lobby,” Mrs. Wilkins said to her. “Come on, let’s ask the receptionist.” She made her way to the reception desk up front, and Abby shadowed her footsteps. Behind the counter sat a lovely young brunette lady, who greeted the two of them with a smile. “Hello, how can I help you two?” Abby stood in front of the counter, hands clutching her handbag at her waist, her knees jiggling wildly back and forth. She was immensely thankful that the lobby was empty.
“We’re actually looking for the restrooms,” Mrs. Wilkins answered. “Could you please point us out?”
“Absolutely! Just head down this hallway, turn left at the corner, then head down to the end. It’ll be on your right.” The receptionist indicated to a hallway off to the side. Mrs. Wilkins thanked her, then glanced at Abby before turning and leading the way. Her hands still clutching her handbag to her crotch, Abby stumbled after her, feeling the immense weight of her bladder starting to break through her strained sphincter. The moment they entered the hallway, she felt a massive spurt of pee squirt out, drenching her panties inside. She shoved her right hand into her crotch again, pausing in her stride just a moment to regain control before she resumed, hobbling forward after Mrs. Wilkins.
With every step, the force of her bladder seemed to intensify exponentially, as if it could sense that the bathroom was just up ahead. She was literally seconds away from losing complete control, and she had to get to the toilet before then. The throbbing, aching pain was so great now she almost burst into tears. Even with her hand lodged between her thighs, she could feel more drops of pee leaking out with each second as her control waned rapidly. She had no idea how she was going to get her pants down in time.
As they approached the end of the hall, the door to the Ladies room finally appeared in her sight. At that moment, it was like setting her eyes on the holy grail. Nothing else in the world mattered more than that door, and what lay within.
Mrs. Wilkins reached it first, but she stepped aside and turned around, looking at Abby and indicating to the door. “Go ahead, Abby, you first.” Abby nodded gratefully and squeaked out a breathless “thank you” as she stumbled towards the door, reaching out for the door handle. For a split second, Abby was apprehensive, fearing that the door would be locked as it had been at the train station.
But mercifully, this time it was open, and the door yielded to Abby’s urgent push, revealing the little room inside. “Oh my god,” Abby gasped as she burst inside, slamming the door shut behind her with a bang. Her left arm trembled as it fumbled with the lock on the door, and the moment the lock was in place, she buried both hands between her legs. Just the sight of the pristine white toilet before her had sent her bladder into hyperdrive, and she could feel the overfilled dam inside about burst wide open. But she had to get her pants down first, she couldn’t let go until then.
Breathing heavily and feeling her heart pounding in her chest, she ripped her hands out from her crotch and began wrestling with the button of her pants, her thighs squished together as tightly as humanly possible. As she tugged and pulled, she felt her tortured muscles starting to give up their fight, unable to hold it in any longer.
And then, the moment she finally got the button undone, her sphincter gave out completely.
With a loud, echoing hiss, the pee that had been trapped inside her urethra came bursting out at last, gushing out into her white panties, which remained snug around her waist.
In a complete panic, Abby ripped down the zipper, then tore her pants down to her knees to get them out of the way. She was pissing full-force into her panties, rivulets of pee loudly splattering all over the floor and toilet below. In one last swift movement, she yanked her underwear down her thighs, freeing her stream at last, before collapsing onto the cold toilet seat at long last.
Pee erupted out of her pee hole with astonishing power, roaring into the porcelain below with unbelievable volume. In one incredible instant, every muscle, every fiber in her body that had been clenched so tightly, relaxed all at the same time, and Abby sagged in absolute and total relief as the excruciating pain that she had endured for the past five hours finally began dissipating. Oh, the relief, it was incredible, pure ecstasy, a feeling so overwhelming that tears flowed down her face. Her eyes drooped closed, and a moan that she could not contain escaped her mouth as she sighed. She leaned forward, hands on her bare thighs, savoring the waves of relief flooding through her body. She could feel the river of pee coursing through her urethra, jetting out through the little hole between her pussy lips. Oh, it felt so good. She felt like she was floating on air, as if a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
“Ohhh… thank you, ohh…” She was completely delirious from the tremendous relief rushing through her body. On and on her stream went, her bladder pouring out a seemingly endless supply of urine. Abby had never peed so much in her entire life. She could’ve put out a house fire with this much fluid. It was well over a minute before it finally slowed down to a trickle, then tapered off with a final few drops.
Abby let out a final deep sigh, dropping her head into her hands with her elbows leaning on her thighs. She felt light-headed as feelings of euphoria flowed through her body. A tingling sensation ran up her spine, sending a little shiver down her back. Her whole body felt weak. For another minute she sat there, eyes closed and breathing deep, feeling exhausted and more relieved than she ever had in her life. She couldn’t believe peeing could feel this good. It had been such a close call, but somehow she had made it just on time.
Well… almost. When she finally opened her eyes and surveyed the situation around her, she was taken aback by what she saw. The floor in front of the toilet was flooded with large puddles of her pee. Even in the few seconds that she had leaked before she sat down, she had unleashed an incredible amount. She felt her underwear which sat stretched between her thighs, and found every bit of it was completely drenched. Her pants, thankfully, had avoided most of the impact, save for a few minor wet patches which would dry quickly anyway.
Slowly she got up, pulling her wet panties back around her waist. She didn’t have any spares, so she had no option but to wear them for the rest of the day. Maybe it was a little gross, but at that moment she was just too happy and relieved to care.
With her pants back up, she stepped gingerly around the puddles. God, that’s a lot of pee. She definitely couldn’t leave this mess behind. Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of toilet paper and set to work.
After a lot of bending over and wiping, Abby stood back and examined the scene, feeling satisfied that she had cleaned up as best she could. There was no evidence to tell that some poor young woman had half pissed themselves in here.
Slinging her handbag back over her shoulder, Abby brushed herself down before opening the door and stepping outside. Mrs. Wilkins, who’d been waiting by the door, looked at her as she emerged. “Feel better?” she asked with a smile. Abby blushed a little again, but nodded and replied, “Yeah, much better.”
“Good. Now wait for me, I have to go too.” With that, Mrs. Wilkins disappeared into the restroom, while Abby stood waiting outside, still feeling immensely relieved after her agonizing, five-hour long wait. How on earth did I not wet myself? She honestly had no idea. It had been a truly monumental effort, and she had been pushed to her absolute limit. Yet somehow, through some incredible feat of strength, she had held on. She couldn’t help but feel a little pride at her tenacity.
It had certainly been an eventful trip to say the least, and she sure as hell was glad it was finally over. At least now she had learned a valuable lesson: never pass up an opportunity to use the bathroom. That was one mistake she would never make again.
The End |
My apologies that this is coming much later than promised, I've had a lot on my plate recently. Finally got the other ending finished, so here it is.
This part is essentially the same as Part 5, except for the ending which of course turns out a little differently this time. It picks up from when they arrive at the office.
Part 5 (Alternate Ending)
As the cab pulled into the parking lot, Abby grabbed her handbag with her left hand, still squeezing her crotch with her right as she waited anxiously for the driver to pull up to the entrance. Every second mattered now, because she had no idea when her burnt out muscles were going to give out for good. When the car finally came to a stop, Abby shoved the door open and clambered out onto the pavement. Not looking back, she hurried towards the glass doors of the building, doing the same awkward tight-legged shuffle she’d done back at the station. She didn’t even care how stupid she looked anymore; the only thing she wanted right now, more than anything else in the world, was a toilet, and she didn’t care if she had to kill someone for it.
Shoving through the doors, Abby burst into the spacious lobby, Mrs. Wilkins following close behind. She spun her head like a wild dog, searching desperately for the bathroom. Dammit, where is it?!
“There’s no bathroom in the lobby,” Mrs. Wilkins said to her. “Come on, let’s ask the receptionist.” She made her way to the reception desk up front, and Abby shadowed her footsteps. Behind the counter sat a lovely young brunette lady, who greeted the two of them with a smile. “Hello, how can I help you two?” Abby stood in front of the counter, hands clutching her handbag at her waist, her knees jiggling wildly back and forth. She was immensely thankful that the lobby was empty.
“We’re actually looking for the restrooms,” Mrs. Wilkins answered. “Could you please point us out?”
“Absolutely! Just head down this hallway, turn left at the corner, then head down to the end. It’ll be on your right.” The receptionist indicated to a hallway off to the side. Mrs. Wilkins thanked her, then glanced at Abby before turning and leading the way. Her hands still clutching her handbag to her crotch, Abby stumbled after her, feeling the immense weight of her bladder starting to break through her strained sphincter. The moment they entered the hallway, she felt a massive spurt of pee squirt out, drenching her panties inside. She shoved her right hand into her crotch again, pausing in her stride just a moment to regain control before she resumed, hobbling forward after Mrs. Wilkins.
With every step, the force of her bladder seemed to intensify exponentially, as if it could sense that the bathroom was just up ahead. She was literally seconds away from losing complete control, and she had to get to the toilet before then. The throbbing, aching pain was so great now she almost burst into tears. Even with her hand lodged between her thighs, she could feel more drops of pee leaking out with each second as her control waned rapidly. She had no idea how she was going to get her pants down in time.
As they approached the end of the hall, the door to the Ladies room finally appeared in her sight. At that moment, it was like setting her eyes on the holy grail. Nothing else in the world mattered more than that door, and what lay within.
Her eyes zoned in on the door handle as she strode forward past Mrs. Wilkins, her swollen bladder pounding with the anticipation of release. It was now or never, she couldn’t wait even a second longer. When she finally got to the door, her shaking fingers lunged forward and grabbed the gray handle, yanking it down with force.
And for the second time that day, she was met with stubborn resistance. Another locked door barring her from sweet relief. She looked up in horror, and saw the dreaded white piece of paper taped to the door. Yet again, it was just three words, only this time, it read: Closed for cleaning.
“No, please…” Abby whimpered, bending over in half as she shoved helplessly against the door. It was utterly ridiculous; how could one person possibly have so much bad luck? She didn’t even have the strength to be angry anymore. Her knees had gone weak, her legs shaking from utter desperation. Her vision blurred as her eyes welled up with tears. It was so cruel. What did she do to deserve this?
“Oh dear,” she heard Mrs. Wilkins saying behind her. “Come on, Abby, there must be another bathroom. Let’s ask the receptionist again.”
But it was too late. She had reached the end of her tether, and her bladder was done waiting. She felt her poor strained muscles starting to give way at last, bursts of hot pee shooting out from her loosening sphincter. She was done, it was just too painful, and she had no strength left to hold it back anymore. A soft gasp escaped her mouth as her wavering muscles gave out completely, and the massive flood inside her came bursting out.
A loud hiss filled the air as pee gushed out of her with incredible force, roaring into the tight white pants that clung to her legs. A massive wet stain began spreading from her crotch with astonishing speed, her pee flooding out so fast that her pants were drenched within seconds. Wave after wave of pee burst through the fabric of her pants and splattered loudly onto the clean white tiles below, forming a massive puddle which expanded out in a circle underneath her. Rivulets of pee cascaded down her legs and flowed into her black boots, where it began collecting down at her soles. Before long, her feet were completely submerged in the hot liquid from her bladder.
Abby stood rooted to the spot as an endless flood of urine gushed down her legs, her face burning with shame and humiliation. She could feel her boss’s shocked gaze next to her, but she couldn’t bear to look up at her. They stood in total silence as Abby stood there peeing herself, her bladder pumping out a ridiculous amount of urine onto the floor below. She was peeing with so much force that it looked like a waterfall was pouring out from between her legs. Her pants were completely saturated, and simply could not contain any more liquid. And yet, on and on her stream went, her urine seeping right through the fabric and splashing onto the already enormous puddle on the floor.
It was a full minute and a half before her bladder finally pushed out the last bit of liquid, bringing the urine cascade to an end. Abby stood still in the middle of what can only be described as a lake of pee on the floor around her, stretching out several feet from her boots. If she hadn’t been filled with embarrassment at that moment, she would’ve been astounded at the sheer volume of pee that had just come out of her bladder. The entire bottom half of her was soaking wet, every square inch of her pants completely drenched with her warm urine.
Dead silence filled the air as the last few drops splashed into the puddle below. Abby hung her head in utter shame and humiliation. Here she was, a grown professional woman on a business trip with her boss, and she had just wet herself at the office of one of their most important clients. What would they think when they saw this? She wanted to crawl into a hole and die. How could she ever show her face here again after this?
“Abby.” Mrs. Wilkins’ voice cut through the air, snapping her out of her thoughts. Bracing herself, Abby took a deep breath as she prepared to face her boss. She wasn’t sure what to expect; would she be angry, disgusted at her? But when she looked up, it was a look of sympathy that she found gazing back at her. “Are you alright, Abby?”
Of course she wasn’t alright. This was the single most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her, and at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to stop existing. But all she whimpered in response was, “I’m so sorry about this.” Her voice broke, tears threatening to flow down her face. How could she have let this happen?
“It’s alright, Abby,” Mrs. Wilkins said, her voice soothing. “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?” She turned around. “Wait here, I’ll go talk to the receptionist and get a janitor here, okay?” Abby nodded meekly, then watched as her boss disappeared around the corner into the lobby. Alone, she finally lifted her feet and began gingerly stepping out of the puddle. Her urine filled boots squelched with each step, piss oozing out through the velvet. Her soaked pants clung to her skin, and she could feel the warmth of her pee vanishing quickly in the cool air.
She wished there was someplace she could hide, anywhere away from the open hallway, far from the scene of her humiliating accident. There was nothing for her to do other than to just stand there awkwardly. She prayed that no one from the office would come and see her, standing there covered in her own pee. Fortunately she was at the dead-end of the hallway, and there didn’t seem to be anyone else around. Even so, it was hard not to feel totally self-conscious. She leaned back against the wall, feeling her head still spinning with the shock of what had just happened. I can’t believe this. This seriously can’t have happened. Oh, what she would’ve given to be able to go back in time and undo this entire morning.
After what felt like an eternity, Mrs. Wilkins finally came back with a janitor, an older scruffy-looking woman who came prepared with a cart stocked full of cleaning supplies and even a pair of sweatpants for Abby to change into. Perhaps sensing Abby’s embarrassment, she merely handed her the pants and a plastic bag without comment and unlocked the restroom so Abby could change in privacy. Abby nodded meekly in thanks before quickly vanishing into the bathroom.
Inside, she was glad to be alone at last, away from all the peering eyes. Part of her just wanted to stay in there forever, but she willed herself to get herself cleaned up and changed. The sweatpants turned out to be a few sizes too small, coming up several inches short above her ankles, but she hardly cared. It was just nice to be in dry clothes again. She shoved her wet pants and boots into the plastic bag. By the time she reemerged, the janitor was hard at work mopping up the floor outside.
“Come on, Abby,” Mrs. Wilkins called from down the hallway. Abby made her way over, and the two began making their way down the hall. “I called a cab for you,” her boss explained as they walked out into the lobby. “It’s waiting outside. Go home and take the rest of the day off, alright? Don’t worry about the meeting, I’ll handle it.” She brushed Abby’s arm reassuringly. Abby suddenly felt a wave of gratitude overcome her. She had been so worried about how her boss was going to react to her accident, to the point where she was half-convinced she would be fired on the spot. She felt immensely thankful that Mrs. Wilkins had been so understanding about this whole situation.
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Wilkins,” Abby said gratefully. Not wanting to hang around in her mis-sized sweatpants in the middle of the lobby, Abby bid farewell to her boss before turning and heading outside to the car that awaited her in the parking lot. Inside, Abby sat back in her seat with her eyes closed as they sped off down the street, still half in disbelief at what happened. She could almost pretend it had been a bad dream. No amount of pretending could make her humiliation go away though, and she cringed at the idea of having to face her boss again tomorrow morning.
This had undoubtedly been the worst day of her professional career, and she couldn’t imagine how she would ever live this down. She hoped that someday she’ll look back on this and laugh, but that sure wouldn’t be anytime soon. But on the bright side, at least she’d gotten herself a half-day. And a free pair of sweatpants. |
Nothing was more arousing for a boy than a girl who had to wee, but could not go.
Whenever he dated a girl he did try to make her wait and hold.
His goal was to fill her bladder and make her desperate.
Once he invited a girl to a bus day trip. He did know her since a short time and did not really know her pee habits.
The few times they met she did not use a loo, but the dates were short .
One evening, he remembered they were at a dinner and after the dinner they went to a cinema.
First she wanted to the loo before the film started, but for any reason, she did not go after all.
Now at the bus trip, he would have time all day long, to care about her bladder and to fill it up.
They wanted to meet at 7.20 am at the bus terminal. She was late, 7.25 she was coming running and told him that she overslept, because the alarm clock did not work.
She said that she is hoping that it would not last to long for the first stop, because she had not even time to wee before she did leave.
That was music in the boys ears, that was more than he could dream about.
A little bit later than two hours, they stopped for a late breakfast.
The boy wished they would not stop, but they did. He wondered that her first way was not the toilet. They went to a table and took bread and butter and some coffee.
After breakfast they went back to the bus. The girl did not go to the toilet before.
The boy was more than happy about it and asked not until the bus started moving „you did not wee in the morning, don’t you not need to go „
“Oh sure i would need to, but i can hold it! I don’t like this motorway loos.“ she answered.
The boy was happy and hard. „Oh what a girl, she is holding her wee since yesterday evening, is needing to go, but don’t , she is absolutely a dream“ he thought to himself.
After they arrived in the city witch they wanted to visit, they had 3 hours time for their own, before they journey continued.
They went for a lunch and again the girl did not go to the loo before they did leave the restaurant.
The boy had a strong urge to piss, but he did not go to the toilet, because he did not want to inveigle the girl do go too.
Back in the bus the boy said „i can’t believe that you did not go to the loo at the restaurant. Your bladder must already be full to burst. You must need to wee really bad! Don’t you?“
“My bladder is really very full and i am needing to wee pretty bad, but don’t worry, i can hold it, i am good in holding . I told you that i don’t like all that public loos.“
He did not know that girl very well and so he could not know that she loves it to make boys horny with her super strong bladder and her ability to hold her wee for hours on end.
She did know that some boys gets nearly crazy if girls hold their wee endless and she did know that he was one of them.
She did know it since he did try to prevent her to go to the loo before the cinema.
Now she wanted to suffer for to tease him.
They did drive nonstop through a national park. After a while the girl was bending over and was rubbing her knees.
Her urge become painful, but she like this kind of pain and she did act a little bit more for her new friend.
He asked acted worried „is it that bad? Does your bladder hurt so bad?”
In reality her bladder could not be full enough for him and her urge never strong enough.
If she would tell him that she is needing to wee so bad that it hurts, it would just turning him on, he would not have been sorry for her and would have wished that she could wee very soon, he would have loved if she had to hold it longer! Maybe until at home!?
„Oh ja, it’s really bad and painful, but don’t worry to much, i can hold it. I told you that i am good in holding. I am good trained and my bladder became very strong.“she answered.
To hear that was nearly to much for the boy, he could not believe that. First he thought he would have pleasure today, because he could make her hold and now she is holding it for herself. He never had a girl like her.
He was needing to piss really bad too, he did not go since 6.30 in the morning, but how bad must she need to go, she must be full to burst, she have not weed since yesterday, he thought.
“Unbelievable that you can endure that for so long.“ the boy said and asked her when she peed the last time.
She told him that she went before sleeping, but she did go to bed early, because she had to get up early this morning. „It must have been about 9.45 pm.“ she said.
“Oh my god, you did not wee since more than 18 hours, your bladder must be big as a bowling ball!?“ he said.
“Oh yes it is getting big and hard.”she replied and did take his hand and putted on her swollen belly.
To feel the hardness of her stretched and overfilled bladder, mad him nearly cum.
The girl loved to tease him like that and she loved to make him horny this way.
She did suffer a painful urge to wee and he did suffer a painful urge to cum. It was torture for both.
They did drive through the national park and looked out at the window. The girls short skirt was fare up at her naked thighs, she wanted to show him her thighs up to her panties, to increase his horniness a little bit more.
From time to time she squeezed her thighs with both hands from needing to wee so bad and for to show him her need, but they did not talk very much, until they had they stopped.
It would be the last stop before they go back home and everybody should use it for a toilet visit, because they would not stop anymore, said the guide.
The girl did not get out and the boy was very, very happy about it.
Some others did also stay in the bus. The guide said again that they would go nonstop for more than two hours.
The girl looked to the boy, did get up and went out of the bus.
“What a idiot!” thought the boy and was absolutely disappointed, that he missed the chance to sit for 2 more hours beside his girl with her bladder full to explode.
His urge was getting painful too and at that moment he wanted to get out, his girl was coming back.
Now it was totally wrong and different to his wishes and imaginations. He was full to burst and she was empty and relaxed.
Was that the penalty and punishment for the purpose to torture his girl so much?!
As soon as the bus started to move, the girl whispered in her boys ear”you don’t have to be sad, i did not go, i did not wee, i hold it for you. I did just buy some sweets for us.”
The boy kissed her, with all his lust and all his power and said “thank you for the sweets, but nothing can be sweeter than you.”
The next two hours the boy had his hand on the girls bladder, he could feel how much it was bulging out from her flat abdomen, he could feel how hard it was and he did like to press softly on it and to hear that girl moaning from her unbelievable need to wee.
He had his hard between her nude thighs, on her panties, in her panties and sometimes he had one of his fingers deep inside the girl.
His bladder was hurting, his need was painful and he always thought “how bad and how painful must she need to go? How can she endure that, her bladder is up to her navel and big as a soccer ball, that must be unbearable for her, but she can endure it, she have to endure it, because they did not stop anymore.
Although he did suffer the worst pee holding pains he could remember, he would have loved to go hours longer, just to give the girls not a chance to piss, just to make her hold longer and longer!!
The girl was near her limit, she is good in holding, but she doubted if it was a good idea not to pee at the last stop.
More and more she whispered in the boys ear “oh my god, i need to wee so bad, it hurts so much, i can’t hold it any longer, i nearly do it in my panties.”
The boy cheered her up and made her courage and said “you can hold it! You have to hold it, we don’t stop anymore and you can’t wet your panties and the seat.”
The girl did like to hold it, she did like to hold it for her new friend, she did like to turn him on so much that way, but she was on the border of her endurance.
As they did get out of the bus, she could not even stand and walk upright, she had to bend over and to cross her legs.
One of the other passengers, sure a man, said “ 2 hours can get sometimes ready long.”and smiled at the girl.
She and her friend thought “ 2 hours are nothing, but 20 hours can get really painful.
The boy did bring his new “holding queen “ unrelieved at home and it was starting a great holding and bladder torture relationship. |
Part 3
”Oh my god, you drive me absolutely crazy. I always wanted to make girls hold their wee. Since i can remember i wanted prevent girls to take a much needed wee, but i could not even think that there would be one girl in the whole world, who is like you. All that what you told me sounds like a dream for me, i did cum just a few minutes ago, but i am hard again.
No other girl before was able to do that with me, i think you are made just for me, i think you are born to make me horny.” the boy answered.
”I am absolutely happy about that i am able to turn your on so much, but you do the same with me, you turn me on with your horniness for my body and your lust for my bursting bladder, you arouse me like no boy before, but now tell me more about you! Why does it make you horny to torture me so much? Why does it turning you on if girls are desperate to pee?” she wanted to know.
”That is not so easy to explain.” answered the boy.
”I love it like you, to hold my urine for a very long periods of time. I love it like you to torture my own bladder. I know very well how it feels need to piss very bad and i know that this feeling can get very painful if you hold it for extreme long, but why i get so aroused if a girl is desperate and frantic for to pee, is difficult to say.
If a girl say something like “ i need to wee really bad - i need to wee since hours- my bladder is full to burst- i need a loo - i can’t hold it much longer, or something like that, it is like you push a button, i get horny at the moment and i want more of it, i want to make the girl wait and hold.
With this sayings she makes me think “how much longer can she hold it? Can she hold it until she get a chance to go anywhere? Would she leak a little bit before? Would she piss herself, like every girl will do if she can’t go long enough?
She make me wish to spend more time with her, much more time, time where she can’t go, where she had to hold it. I want see her fight against her strong urge. I wish that her urge and her need is getting worse and worse.
Every girl is doing that at a different way.
One girl is suffering in silence, she cross her legs, or press her thighs hard together and another girl makes a peeholdingdance, in front of other’s .
It makes me think at the girls bladder, how much wee she is holding. How big , how stretched, how firm, how hard her bladder must be, is it bulging out from her abdomen? I would ask myself how hard has she to squeeze her slit tight to keep her wee inside her? And are her little panties still dry or already a little bit wet?
I would imagine how she would piss, when she finally can go after holding it for so long, how powerful it would jetting out of her with high pressure , how long and how much she would piss.
I would love to press and push on her full bladder to make her urge and her need stronger, i would love to massage her bladder and to torture it! A girl can never need to pee strong and bad enough for me.
If a girl say that she is needing to wee, it is like a erotic film is starting, the desperate girl is the actor and i don’t know how she will act, what she will do to hold it, how long will she be able to hold it and how it will ending. I just know, that film could last for hours and hours!!
Then the visual effects and the visual erotic. It is absolutely arousing for me to see a girl crossing her legs, rubbing her knees, or to see her belly swollen and her bladder bulging out.
For example, your legs are absolutely great and sexy for me, but they get much more sexy for me if you cross them from needing to wee so bad.
A proof for me, that a girl must need to wee really bad, is when her belly is swollen and her bladder is bulging out and if it is firm and hard.
Absolutely hornymaking for me is to know that a girl did not wee since a very long distance of time, like you today.
Now you know my deepest secrets, what is arousing for me about girls desperate to pee.” said the boy and switched out the lights.
Next morning the boy waked up, they did lay on their side, their naked bodies were pressed hard together and the boys hand was on the belly of the girl.
He was needing to piss and he was sure that the girl must need that too. He could not resist to press hard and deep in her lower abdomen.
”I’ll wet your bed, if you don’t stop that.”said the girl.
”You would not!” said the boy and pressed harder.
The girl told him that she would need to wee really bad, because she was needing to go before they went to sleep last night. It would be always the same, if she is holding it for so long, she need to go a second time after a short time and yesterday, she did not go anymore.
He started to massage her swollen bladder, he could feel the peeball inside her belly and tortured it.
They fucked and did stay in the bed for two more hours without to pee.
This couple was not really in love with each other, but they did love each other’s body and their special lust of pee holding and bladder torture.
After a while the boy said “ we should do that again, what wee did yesterday.”
”I would love that as well, but my bladder needs somedays a rest period from that heavy torture.” the girl answered.
He told her that he would like to make a hill hiking with her and with her and with another couple.
She would not be allowed to take her morning pee, she would have to hold it all day and would have to hide it from the others.
”Sadist!!!” she said and pressed her still overfilled bladder hard against his body. |
Part 5
The fiends were perfect dressed for hill hiking. The man looked at our girl and said “I think you will get cold at the mountains.”
Our girl said that she has a warm sweater and she will take a jacket extra. The man did not mean her body, he meant that her naked legs would get cold and could not take his eyes from the girls great legs.
”He is the first one who would like to fuck you, hot and sexy how you are. I did tell it to you.” said the boy.
They had to go about 2 hours by car to the mountains and then they had to walk 3 hours until the top to the alpine huts.
The higher they did get, the more it grows cold, that was not a really help for the girl who was needing to wee so bad.
The boy did like to see the naked skin of his girls legs in the cold air and he did like to see goose pimples on her thighs. “Are you could?” he asked.
”Yes i am cold and i need to wee!!!” she answered.
Near the huts the other guy said “good that we are here, i am really hungry.”
His girl said “i am hungry too, but first i need a loo, it more than urgent.”
As soon as they were there, she went to the toilet.
The holding girl looked yearning behind her.
As she came out she asked our girl if she would not need to go too and she answered “i would need to, but i hold it, i hate this public toilets.”
“You must have a pretty strong bladder if you can hold it all day long.” said the guy slightly lewd.
After lunch they continued their tour and and after some hours, our holding girl did constant wail to her friend, how bad she would need to wee and how painful it is to walk with her bladder that full.
She was really eased as they were back in the car where she could sit and press her knees together.
After about 1 hour drive the girl said to his friend who was driving “can we please stop anywhere, i need a loo.”
”It’s just one more hour. Can’t you wait that long?” the guy asked.
”No i can’t, i am needing to go since more then 2 hours, i can’t wait any longer.”she answered.
“Okay, then we stop at a rest stop and we take a little dinner.” said the guy.
The holding girl did get in panic and whispered to her friends ear “you can’t do that, I’ll piss my pants if i can’t go soon, i really can’t anymore, i have to piss!!”
”I do nothing and i can’t do anything. You have to hold it, or will you tell him that you can’t pull your hot pants down for a much needed wee? Or will you piss in your pants in front of him? I am sure he would love to see that. The one and only way for you is to hold it.” he said.
”That is so absolutely unfair, she peed at noon and can’t hold it not even for one more hour, i did not wee since more than 20 hours, my bladder is full to explode and i have to suffer for her, my bladder gets tortured for 2 hours more, just that she can piss. That is really not fair. I wish he would not stop and make her hold until at home. I think she don’t know what it means need to pee really bad. He should show it her ” said the girl.
A few minutes later they stopped at a service area. The girl walked with small steps and bending over to the toilet. She could not hide her strong need to pee anymore. “Is it that bad?” asked her friend. “Oh yes, it is really bad, i am needing to go since afternoon, but i thought i can endure it until at home, but that would be absolutely impossible.” answered the girl.
It was a arousing situation for our boy, he wished that she had to hold it longer. Her friend was also visible excited from his girls desperation and our holding girl wished that she would piss her pants as punishment for that, that her own bladder gets tortured so bad for more than one hour just that she can pee. She wished that she had to endure the pain that she has to bear at the moment.
Her bladder was stretched to the size of a soccer ball and she was needing to wee so really, really bad, but to see the weakness of the other girl gave her the power to endure more than any girl can endure usually.
She did not wear panties and from pressing with her hands so hard between her thighs, she had pushed the fabric of her shorts deep in her slit. She had to pull it out now before she did get out of the car, because the guy did always look at her naked thighs, at her hot pants and at that what was underneath her pants.
She did take all her willpower and her bodily power to hide her need and to walk straight and upright to the restaurant and to the table.
The other girl came back from the toilet and said “I am sorry but it was hurting so much, it was really necessary, i could not wait any longer.”
After they ordered to drink and to eat, went the boys to the toilet. They had now all the time of the world.
Our boy was maximum aroused from this situation that his girl was frantic to wee and had no chance to go and the other guy was impressed from the holding ability from this sexy, young girl.
He was obviously turned on, looked at her belly and said “you are amazing, your bladder is already bulging out and you don’t still not go?”
”I am holding it for so long so one hour more doesn’t depending.” she answered.
”I admire you for your performance.”said the guy and said to his girlfriend that she should train that too.
“Oh yes, my girl is good in holding. We never need to stop on long road trips, she can go all day without to go!” said the boy proud.
One hour later in the car the girl whispered to her friend “that coke earlier was to much for me, i can’t hold it anymore, i need to piss now.”
He told her that she has to hold it and that would be no other way. It would be a shame to stop anywhere to let her piss beside the car. “ You had to piss through your pants, because you can’t pull your shorts down. The guy did admire you for your holding power, what would he say?! You can hold it and you have to hold it!! said the boy.
She could not use her finger to press on her peehole, because her shorts were to tight, she could not reach her little cunt, she pressed again the fabric from her shorts deep in her slit.
Finally for her, they were at home. The guy said that it was a wonderful day and that they should do it soon again.
At last he said to the girl “After you was holding it since the morning, it is easy to guess where you are going first.”
It was nearly to intimate, to say something like that, but he was so aroused, to know that this sexy girl was holding a bursting full bladder in her belly and that she was needing to wee to absolutely bad, but he was twice wrong.
She did not hold it since early morning, she did hold it since yesterday evening, he would have cum in his pants if he would have known that and her first way would not be the loo, her friend would not let her go, he would not let her pee, before she gets fucked on her bursting full bladder. |
Part 6
The holding girl did try to hide her inhuman need to pee, she did try to walk upright, she did try to hold urine from more than 22 hours, with all her power back in her hurting bladder, because did not wanted to show the minimal weakness in front of the guy who had admired her so much for her ability to hold it for so long, but as soon as the door was closed behind her, she pressed both hands between her thighs and squatted down.
”Sorry you must give me one minute, i can’t walk anymore without to piss myself.” said the girl.
The boy did like to see that, he did get turned on from her holding show and asked lewd “is it really that bad?”
He wanted to hear more about her needing, more about her torture, he wanted to tease her, he could not get enough from it and she could “never “ need to piss bad enough for him.
”Ih yes, it is!” answered the girl and said “ sorry i can’t anymore, i did my best, that is more than a girl can endure, i must go now!”
”You must or you want to go now?”asked the boy.
”I MUST “ answered the girl irritated.
”You honestly mean that you will piss your self if you don’t go, or you mean that it is hurting so much that you can’t stand the pain anymore?” asked the boy provocative.
”I would not piss myself so soon and i could endure more holding pain, for a little longer. answered the girl.
That was not really a good answer from a girl who was frantic to piss, it was the wrong answer, especially to a boy who had no limit to make a girl hold and so he said “What are you talking such imbecile things? If you can hold it longer, than hold it!!!, Show me your limit, show me what your bladder can endure.”
The girl was needing to wee so bad, that she could not even think clearly and she did not know what she should say, she only wanted to pee.
She did slowly get up, but could not even stand straight anymore, she was bending over and had her legs tight crossed.
”Sorry but i simply have to go now.” she said.
“Who tells you that you have to? You self? But i tell you that you don’t have, i tell you that you have to hold it and i simply don’t let you go.” replied the boy.
” Torture me furthermore if you don’t let up, but please rescue me finally from this trap and she pointed at her super small shorts.” That is putting so much extra pressure on my poor bladder.” she completed.
”I need a scissor for that and it will be not so easy with your belly swollen like that, there is no space between your skin and the waistband of your shorts. You have to suck in your abdomen. in.”said the boy.
”What do you think where i can suck my stomach? My bladder is big as a soccer ball?” asked the girl.
He told her that it would be better if she would lie and told her to go to the sleeping room to lie on the bed.
With much pleasure he pressed in the girls belly and tried to push her big, hard bladder back in her abdomen.
The girl crossed her legs very tight and squeezed her sphincter with so much power, that all her sexy body trembled.
She moaned pitiful from this torture, but the boy pressed harder and harder on her belly, so hard that the pressure in her bladder was to much for her sphincter and she pissed a strong jet in her shorts.
But the boy was successful, he had cut the seam of the waistband. Her bladder was nearly jumping out of this gaol and was bulging out very far from her belly.
It was a little bit a easing for the girl.
The boy looked at the wet spot on the shorts, between her thighs and teased by “Oh my naughty, dirty little girl pissed herself. Little girl in your age should be able to hold their wee.”
She wanted to get out of the bed, but he did not let her and said that it would be to bummer to let all the wee that she is holding in for so long inside her, simply in loo, without to have fun with it before.
”So much hot girl wee, must be used for a good sex!” he said and caressed her swollen belly.
At the same moment was his friend calling.
“We are already at home.” he said. “ Thank you for this great time, we spendet together to day and congratulations to your new girlfriend, she awesome.
She is so absolutely sexy, she has a great body and excuses me if i talk like that about you girlfriend, it was so turning on for me that she did not pee even one time all the day, i did not know that before, that this can be so arousing.” he said.
” You are totally right, she did not wee only one time today, not even in the morning. She did not wee since yesterday evening.
She is lies now beside me in the bed and still has not gone.”answered the boy.
”Oh my god, i don’t know what to say. She must be full to burst! How can she endure that? Why don’t she go for so long? Why does she still hold it, her bladder must be full to explode!!
Sorry that i talk like that, but that imagination that she did not pee since nearly 24 hours, makes me totally horny.” he said
“Yeah, you are right, she is awesome. She is doing that for me, because i love it if a girl is holding her wee for extreme long periods and i love it if a girls bladder is full and up to her navel, like hers now.” said the boy.
”I am sorry, it is a shame, if she is beside you and can hear us.” said the guy.
”Sure she can hear us, but it is not a shame, she like’s to get admired for her ability to hold it and for her bladder control and she is a little bit maso to. to , she likes to suffer a painful urge to wee.”replied the boy.
”Can we make again a day trip together ?” wanted the guy know.
”Sure we can and she should again not wee in the morning and shy hold it for us all day long? Is it that what you want?” the boy asked. |
This is a fan made sequel to the legendary Gillian’s “Ashley’s Orientation Day”. If you haven’t read it, I’m attaching it. If you have access to the easyshag archive, I’d strongly recommend checking out the rest of Gillian’s work. I can also upload the archive to this site if there’s demand for it.
Dividing this in to 2 parts for now. Part 2 hopefully coming soon.
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After a week of struggling to make friends in her dorm following her spectacular pee accident on orientation day, Ashley decided to join a sorority, hoping to get a social fresh start at her new college.
Ashley was delighted to find all of the girls quite welcoming, despite the fact that they had all apparently heard about her orientation day disaster. After a month of continuing to get to know all of her sisters, Ashley was feeling much better about everything, happy to have a found such a great group of friends. She felt confident that the sisters would soon allow her to become a full member of the sorority.
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Waking up on an unusually warm October morning, Ashley felt a flutter in her stomach as she looked at her phone and saw she had a text from the sorority’s president, Michelle. Michelle was a bit of intimidating character who took everything quite seriously and was always very put together. Ashley made sure to dress well that day, and went through her classes a bit distracted by her looming meeting. After class, she made her way to the sorority house, careful to be on time, and entreated Michelle’s study.
“Hello Ashley” Michelle immediately began, “We’ve really enjoyed your company over these past few weeks and we’re just about ready to make you and a few of your other classmates full fledged sisters.”
Ashley’s heart leapt with joy
“I know you had a bit of a rough start here at the university, but we believe that everyone deserves a second chance. That’s why we’re inviting you to our annual Lakeshore beach cleanup on Saturday. The only pledges at this event will be those we’ve selected to become full fledged sisters. It’s traditionally sort of the final right of passage.”
“Thank you thank you thankyou” Ashley stammered, a smile breaking out across her face “This is such an honor, I am so happy to have found such an amazing group of girls, I will not let you down!.”
Michelle smiled back warmly “Of course Ashley. I have to meet another one of the pledges now, but I’ll see you a dinner downstairs?”
“Yes of course” Ashley replied as she got up to leave the room
“Oh and Ashley” Michelle interrupted “I’m not saying this to be condescending or anything but, just as a heads up, there’s often a bit of drinking on this trip, it’s a 90 minute ride and the buses do not have bathrooms. There are bathrooms at the lake, but they’re usually a bit dirty…. all I’m saying is this trip has resulted in some full bladders before so, be sure to take precaution… wouldn’t want you to have another… accident.”
“Of course, thank you again” Ashley replied as she exited the room, blushing wildly.
90 minutes, she thought to herself, that was easily manageable. She wasn’t excited at the prospect of using the dirty bathrooms at the lake, but she would grin and bear it, it would be worth the peace of mind.
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Ashley woke up and silenced her alarm. Today was the day. She had already selected her outfit, a pair of grey leggings and a simple hoodie. She opted for comfort over style, figuring they would be doing community service anyway.
Ashley arrived at the sorority house early and greeted her future sisters, taking a final precautionary pee before the old yellow school bus arrived to take them 90 minutes to the beach. She found herself sitting toward the back of the bus with one of the girls she had gotten close to, Courtney. Courtney was a year older than Ashley and had taken her under her wing, acting as a friend and mentor, something Ashley greatly appreciated. Michelle and some of the other senior girls were sat in the back of the bus just behind them.
As soon as the bus was underway, the older girls immediately began breaking out their drinks and the girl sitting just in front of Ashley, Ellen, handed her a can of beer. Fearing that she would be mocked if she declined, Ashley decided to take the beer but drink it very slowly as she enjoyed the ride and conversed with her new friends.
45 minutes later and Ashley had finally finished her first beer and was being handed another one. She looked at it nervously before opening it, she didn’t need to pee at all, but was a bit scarred from her previous accident. She pulled out her phone and checked their progress, they indeed seemed to be on track to reach the beach in 45 minutes and there didn’t appear to be any traffic. Feeling a little buzzed from the first beer, Ashley felt confident that she would be fine, she was an adult and she could have some fun with the other girls, she cracked open the can and took a long first sip.
20 minutes later, her second can was going in to the trash and she was being handed a 3rd. Ashley hesitated this time, she was starting to need to pee and they were still 30 minutes away. She felt like she would be fine, but just to be safe, she decided to drink this can very very slowly so that she could finish it just before they arrived, then hopefully only have to pee once before they left.
Ashley was relieved as they finally approached the beach, she was feeling a solid need to pee now, and still had half her beer left, she was glad she had been careful. The bus pulled up to a gate, apparently a parking entrance, and Ashley felt a pang of anxiety as she saw a long line of cars ahead, it was unseasonably warm today and apparently the beach only had one entrance open for an unusually number of visitors for this time of year.
“I hope this line moves fast” Courtney commented next to her “I really have to pee”. Ashley looked over and noticed that Courtney was sitting with her legs tightly crossed as she deposited her fourth empty beer can in to the plastic bag between them.
“I kinda have to go too” Ashley replied “I’m sure it won’t take long”
The next few minutes dragged on as the bus inched forward in line and several of the other girls openly declared their need for a bathroom. Ashley was so glad she had been careful, she couldn’t imagine the panic she would be feeling if she were desperate right now.
10 minutes of tightly crossed legs later and the bus finally entered the parking lot and came to a stop. The girls gathered their things and file off, forming a large group just outside the bus.
“Okay first stop bathroom” one of them declared as the last of the girls, including Michelle, stepped down off the bus. Most of the girls formed a group to head off to the bathroom. Ashley, feeling quite a need now, followed them.
Ashley was deep in conversation with one of the other girls as the group approached the brick building, before she heard a gasp from the front.
“Oh God” on the girls was saying “They’re closed for the season, they must have closed everything down early this year. This is bullshit”. Ashley immediately felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, but at least she was not alone.
“Maybe we can squat somewhere” one of the girls suggested
“NO” Michelle boomed immediately before standing up on the back of a nearby car “Girls, there can be no squatting or public urination, multiple other sororities have been getting sighted for this recently. There are way too many people around and no good cover, we can not take the risk. I understand everyone’s been drinking, I have has well, lets unpack the equipment, take some pictures, then we can get back on the bus and head back early, there’s a rest stop only about 20 minutes here we can stop at.
There were some murmurs of anguish among the group, but everyone seemed to accept Michelle’s plan and head back for the bus. Ashley was given what looked like a hiking stick for collecting litter and Courtney grabbed a trash bag and they went off to look for something to clean up and the other girls posed for photos with their equipment and some of the surrounding trash.
As they separated from the group a bit, Courtney curtsied a bit while crossing her legs as she turned to Ashley “I really hope we’re not here long, I need to pee so bad right now”
“Me too, hopefully we’re out of here fast” Ashley replied, as one of the older girls approached them with a camera. Courtney was forced to stand still as the girls took some pictures pretending to pick up trash.
Over the next 15 or so minutes, Ashley couldn’t keep her mind off of the rapidly expanding pressure in her abdomen. Why had she drank those beers? She was hardly even buzzed any more, all she could think was how many more minutes it would be until she could get a toilet. She tried to focus on the task at hand and not on the idea of having another humiliating accident, but Courtney’s anxious pacing wasn’t helping much. She would be fine, she tried to assure herself, this wasn’t nearly as bad as Orientation day, she could hold it.
Finally Michelle announced they were leaving and all the girls quickly piled back in to the bus. The party mood had dissipated and everyone was mostly just anxious to get back on the road, with several of the girls emphasizing that they really needed to find a bathroom soon.
Ashley was happy to sit down, immediately slouching back in her seat to give her bladder as much room as possible. Sitting next to her she noticed Courtney unbutton her shorts and tightly cross her legs, leaning forward a bit and rubbing her hands over her thighs.
The bus’ engine roared to life and then idled for a few tense minutes as the girls finished packing up and boarding the bus. Courtney was bent over with her arms folded across her chest and her head down as Ashley tried to look out the window and see what was taking so long. Finally Michelle boarded the bus and Ashley saw her talk to the driver for a moment before the bus lurched forward and they were on their way. As Michelle passed Ashley’s seat to retake hers at the back of the bus, Ashley noticed her normally happy face looked very stressed and she was walking slightly hunched over. Ashley was feeling much better now that they were on their way to a bathroom. She had to pee bad but it wasn’t critical, not nearly as bad as it was when she woke up in the car on her orientation day, but under normal circumstances she would certainly be looking to get to a bathroom as soon as possible. Ashley had overheard some of the older girls saying that the rest area was 30 minutes away once they got out of the beach area, that was certainly doable, she was more worried about Courtney who at this point seemed to be extremely desperate, her legs frantically jiggling up and down as she remained hunched over.
Ashley felt her anxiety creep back in as the bus joined a long line of cars to exit the beach area. She was at least comforted by the fact that she wasn’t alone as she heard several load groans as the bus came to a stop. After a few minutes of inching along, Courtney finally picked her head up and asked Ashley what was going on.
“There’s a line to leave the park, just like there was to get in.” Ashley said
“Oh gooddddddddd” Courtney replied, her head briefly dipping back down as she plunged a hand in to her unbuttoned shorts “How long is this going to take? I don’t know if I can do this, I have to pee soooooo bad”
“Er…” Ashley stammered “At this rate… probably only like 10 minutes
Courtney didn’t reply, just letting out a huff before putting her head back down. Ashley recrossed her legs and took her phone out, scrolling through social media to try and take her mind off of the pressure in her abdomen. The distraction seemed to help, passing about 5 minutes before Courtney let out a moan and looked back up, only to still see a line of cars in front of them. She gasped, stood up, hand still in crotch, face beet red, and turned to the older girls behind her.
“Guys, I need to get out and squat somewhere, I have to pee so bad I literally can’t hold it”
“You can hold it Courtney” Michelle responded coldly “We’re all in pain, just grin and bear it and we’ll be at the rest stop soon.”
“You don’t understaaaand” Courtney wailed, actively massaging her crotch now “It HURTS, it hurts so bad, I’ve never had to go like this, never in my life. I HAVE to pee NOW or I’m going to go in my shorts, there’s nothing else, I can do, I have to get out.”
“Courtney!” Michelle snapped “Sit down and shut up! We’re all in pain, there is no cover here, you’ll end up on the internet and get us all in trouble. I know this sucks, trust me, just hang on and I promise it won’t be much longer”
“Oh god” Courtney gasped to herself as she plopped back down next to Ashley, tears starting to well up in her eyes. She resumed her hunched over position but this time with her hand still in crotch and one leg repeatedly slapping against the other one.
As the bus finally approached the toll booth to exit, Ashley was getting increasingly concerned about the state of her own bladder. She could no longer focus on her phone and was now feeling a persistent, urgent pain which seemed to be growing fast. After a few minutes of squirming, the bus finally cleared the booth and was out on to the open road and more importantly to Ashley and many of the other girls, on its way to a toilet.
Just 5 minutes later though and Ashley’s need had risen to new heights, it was now to the point that she was occasionally dropping a hand to her crotch to help herself as her legs were constantly squirming. Despite her own developing ordeal, she continued to worry about Courtney as well. She was still locked in her hunched over posture so that Ashley couldn’t even see her face, but she could hear her frantic, labored breathing as she was clearly in immense pain and making a huge effort not to pee through her shorts on to the floor of the bus.
Ashley was trying to look out the window and focus on the passing scenery when she noticed a figure dart down the aisle. It was Michelle, walking quickly to the front of the moving bus. Ashley monitored the situation closely as Michelle spent a few moments talking to the driver before heading back to her seat, as she passed, Ashley noticed that she also had her black skinny jeans unbuttoned and her face was getting very red as well.
“There’s a gas station 5 minutes ahead, we’re going to stop there” Michelle gasped, clearly frantic as well.
Abby checked her watch, relieved that they would be stopping earlier than expected, but eally getting to the point that she would be counting down those minutes.
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Time continued to inch by for Ashley as she tried to focus on anything other than her bulging bladder. Even in normal circumstances this would have been difficult, but given what was going on around her, it was completely impossible. Courtney was still panting heavily, hunched over with her hand down her unbuttoned pants, and several of the other girls were now loudly complaining as well, some of even coming to the back of the bus to plead with the senior girls, who continued to reassure them they would be stopping soon.
Sure enough, Ashley soon saw the gas station coming in to sight. As the bus slowed down and begin to turn off into the parking lot, several of the girls on the bus began to stand up pre emptively and express that they would absolutely have to go first, starting a bit of an argument about who would get to pee first. This was the first time it occurred to Ashley that this small gas station would likely not have enough bathrooms for this bus full of girls, and that she would probably have to wait a little longer. Thankfully she was clearly not as bad off as some other others, but she still had to go very, very badly.
“Oh godddd” Courtney moaned, finally looking up “I absolutely can not wait in a line. I need to go first or I’ll just have to pee on the ground, I literally can not hold this in”
This caused Michelle to stand up “NO ONE IS PEEING ON THE GROUND” she boomed. “ANYONE WHO DOES WILL BE PUT ON PROBATION IMMEDIATELY”. There were several groans in response to this as the bus finally pulled up outside the gas station.
Before the bus had even come to a complete stop, Courtney jumped up and took off down the aisle. Ashley looked up and noticed that several other girls had done the same and as the doors opened, all the girls began attempting to get out of their seats, awkwardly jockeying for position.
Standing up, Ashleys need to seem to increase and she quickly hunched over, and realizing absolutely no one was going to care right now, gave herself a quick squeeze as she looked at the group of frantic women trying to get out of the bus ahead of her.
As she painstakingly watched the girls file off the bus, there was a suddenly a loud buzz. It scared Ashley a bit and she was immediately thankful she didn’t have to go any worse or it might have caused her to leak.
Turning around, she saw that Michelle herself was opening the emergency exit door and climbing out of the back of the bus, Ashley and all the other senior girls quickly followed, beelining immediately for the gas station.
The girls quickly realized that this was an older gas station with bathrooms that had to be accessed from outside the small shop, and that a key had to be obtained from the attendant. As a couple of the more desperate girls at the front ran inside to get the key, a massive queue quickly formed outside of the station’s two single bathrooms, one of which was designated for women and the other for men. Ashley was dismayed to round the corner and see that she was already at the back of the line.
Courtney wasted no time immediately going right to the front and joining an apparent argument over who was getting first dibs. As Ashley, Michelle, and some of the other senior girls joined the back of the line, one of the girls from the front of the bus finally emerged from the gas station, going straight to the front of the line and unlocking then entering the women’s bathroom.
“We need to get the key to the mens room!” one of the girls near the front shouted, before dashing back in to the gas station with a hand in her crotch.
Ashley took a deep breath and took inventory of the chaotic situation. It seemed every girl on the bus badly needed to pee, which made sense, it had been hours and they had all been drinking, thinking they could go at the beach. There was no order at the front of the line, with all the girls standing in an unorganized, group, many of them frantically pacing in circles and moaning about the severity of their need. Ashley caught a glimpse of Courtney, who looked like she was really crying now and still had a hand down her pants doing one of the most frantic pee dances Ashley had ever seen. As the bathroom door opened and the first girl finally came out, there was a rush toward the next opportunity to use the toilet, and Courtney wasn’t able to push her way in before another girl did. She retreated back a bit in anguish, gasping and moaning.
Ashley herself was not doing much better, now that she was standing and anticipating relief, her need had increased dramatically, to the point that she couldn’t keep her feet still and was constantly stepping back and fourth, her mind racing with ideas of how she could escape this situation as soon as possible. She was now well beyond her “I really have to pee” stage and crossing quickly into panic mode. She considered joining the group at the front of the line and begging for mercy, but as a girl who was trying to shake a reputation for peeing her pants, she really didn’t want to call attention to the fact that she again had to pee so badly that she needed to cut in line.
Ashleys thoughts were interrupted by the return of the girl who had gone to get the men’s key. She was empty handed and complaining that the attendant refused to give it to her, sparking even more outrage and frustration amongst the other girls.
“ughhhhhh” Ashley heard behind her, turning to see one of senior girls, Kelly, stamping her feet in a little cirlce ”this is absolute bullshit” she moaned. “I’m going to go for a walk, it will help me hold it, no sense standing here dancing”
“Kelly” Michelle said softly “You absolutely can not think about going outside… if you do it, all the girls will want to do it, and we’re already in bad shape with the dean’s office, we can not take the risk right now.”
“I know I know” Kelly replied with a gasp “I just need to walk, it helps, there’s nowhere out here for me to go anyway.”
Ashley recrossed her legs, running her hand over her burning bladder and oh so briefly giving her throbbing vagina a squeeze through her pants. She looked around and saw that Kelly was right, there was nowhere to go. The gas station was in the middle of nowhere, not a tree or a bush in sight. The station itself had windows on 3 sides, with only side where the bathrooms are not having any, and that was directly facing the parking lot and gas pumps, where cars were coming and going every few minutes. Not to mention that the building had security cameras seemingly on all sides and near the pumps. There was absolutely no chance of taking an emergency pee here without everyone knowing about it.
Ashley heard the bathroom door slam as another girl apparently made it to her turn. Still wasn’t Courtney, and not even a dent had been made in the crowd, a realization that sent a pang of panic through Ashley. At this rate this was going to take another hour, there was absolutely no chance she could hold it that long.
Her mind drifting back to contingency plans, she figured that if she absolutely could not hold it, her best bet may be to just get back on the bus and pee herself. All the girls would find out, but at least she wouldn’t get anyone else in trouble or be caught on film. If it came to that, she thought, she might just have to transfer to another school and start over.
Looking longingly back at the bus, she noticed the driver still sitting in his seat, reading a magazine.
“I wonder if the driver will be pissed we’re holding him up” Ashley said to Michelle, who, since Kelly left, was now standing quietly with both her arms and legs crossed, and an intense look of concentration on her face.
“The driver….” Michelle responded, coming out of her daze “Oh God, the driver, Ashley, come with me” she quipped, quickly walking toward the bus without waiting for any further comment.
Ashley followed Michelle as she walked awkwardly back over to the bus and approached the driver who was still sitting in his seat.
“Ummm… I’m sorry to both-bother do you but um do you think you could um maybe request the men’s bathroom key for us? It would sure get us out of here faster…”
The driver looked up from his magazine at the two squirming sorority girls, then lifted his eyes up to the long queue of pee dancers behind them, the look on his face indicating that he was realizing the severity of the situation for the first time. “Um, yeah sure” he said, getting up from his seat and heading in to the station.
Ashley followed Michelle back to the line, where she went immediately to the door of the mens room to wait. Now standing outside the bathroom, it seemed Michelle could no longer maintain any kind of decorum. Her pants were obviously unbuttoned and she was rapidly stepping back and fourth. Breathing heavily and groaning loudly every few seconds, frequently rubbing a hand over her red face.
Finally, the driver rounded the corner with a key and opened the second bathroom, Michelle made to go in but was quickly interrupted by Courtney. “Michelle” she gasped “Please, please let me go, I can’t hold this any longer, I’m already losing it” There was a moment of hesitation as Michelle contemplated it, she was just feet from the toilet, she could see it, so could Ashley, but trying to be a strong leader Michelle stepped aside and let Courtney pass. “Just hurry” she muttered quietly.
Ashley thought for sure she was going to leak as the door slammed, the sight of the toilet had been to much, but she was pretty sure she managed to stop it. She discreetly dropped a hand down to check and although her panties were getting quite damp, she was pretty sure it was just from holding it beyond the point of an emergency, she was pretty sure she hadn’t leaked. She was however starting to have a full blown panic attack at the realization that, if she couldn’t pee soon, she would surely pee her pants again. Her heart was beating hard and felt like it crawled up in to her throat. She wanted so badly to ask Michelle to go next but could hardly bare the embarrassment, just two more minutes and she could go without incident. And maybe after this, some of the other girls would have some empathy for her previous accident.
It seemed like only a few seconds had passed before Ashley heard a gasp from the other line, and a girl she didn’t know very well, Lyne, surged forward. Lyne was possibly one of the prettiest girls in the whole sorority, a tall blonde sophomore who today had made the mistake of wearing a form fitting white denim romper. “Please I HAVE to go next. Oh my god oh my god oh my godddddd” The rest of the girls seemingly tried to ignore this outburst as Lyne stepped up to the door of the ladies room and began banging on it “come on come on PLEASSEEEEE GO- oh no…”
Lyne let out a yelp as she turned her back to the building and took about 2 steps away before bending over 90 degrees and burying both hands in her crotch, she stayed like that for a very brief moment before suddenly an absolute JET of piss shot out behind her and splattered across the ground. She let out a whaling exhale along with the rest of her obviously overfilled bladder. Her clear pee cascaded down between her legs, it sounded like a rainstorm hitting the pavement. Many of the other waiting girls turned away, unable to bare the sight, but Ashley was entranced watching someone else experience the humiliation that she had so many times in her life. The pee went on and on and on, soaking through the thin white fabric of Lyne’s romper and turning the fabric translucent, exposing Lyne’s tiny lime green thong. Lyne sank to her haunches and buried her face in her hands, letting out a few sporadic sobs as she flooded the ground, forcing some of the other waiting girls to take a few steps back.
As Lyne’s stream began to taper off, Courtney emerged from the mens room, looking relaxed for the first time in hours. “Oh my God” she said, seeing Lyne as Michelle bolted past her and slammed the door shut.
Absolutely needing to go next, Ashley carefully stepped around Lyne’s puddle and positioned herself just outside the bathroom door, and taking advantage of the distraction and the slight privacy the wall provided, she gave her womanhood a long hard squeeze, and closed her eyes tightly, focusing on breathing until she finally felt the door open and Michelle exit.
Wasting no time, Ashley slammed the door shut behind her and used both hands to rip down her legs and collapse on to the toilet, peeing furiously before she had completely sat down. As she reveled in the relief, Ashley felt proud of herself, despite everything, she had managed to control herself and maintain her dignity. Hopefully this finally marked the end of her accident prone adolescence.
Ashley peed for just over a minute, taking a deep breath at the end and standing up. Pulling up her pants she felt her warm, but proudly dry underwear come in contact with her privates which were throbbing with relief. She quickly washed her hands and yielded her place to the next girl in line.
Exiting the dingy bathroom and feeling the next girl dash past her, Ashley spotted Lyne sitting alone on the curb of the parking lot, still hunched over. She put a comforting hand on her back, which was still wet with sweat and sat down next to her. “It’ll be ok” she said comfortingly “Trust me I would know” Lyne looked up and flashed Ashley a quick smile and a little giggle.
With the weight of the world off her shoulders, Ashley took a look around, it was a beautiful day. Although some were still waiting anxiously outside the bathroom, many of her new sisters were strewn about the parking lot, relaxing and recovering after their ordeals. Ashley felt at home here, maybe this college thing wouldn’t be so bad after all. |
Dylan and three of his friends: Jake, Alex, and Mike were going on a week long vacation to a beach resort. They all have been friends for years and all ended up being gay. This has allowed the four guys to get really close and be super comfortable around each other. But Dylan hasn’t shared one huge secret with them and plans to share it this week and that’s he likes omo.
So while they were going to the beach they were going to a LGBTQ+ friendly beach. They also book a private beach house and area of the beach to themselves.
They get there and change into their swim suits. Dylan wore blue and white striped trunks, Jake wore a red speedo, Alex wore a blue speedo, and Mike wore solid white trunks. spent the day on their private beach. Goofing around and listening to loud music all while drinking. Later that night they cooked out burgers on their private beach.
Dylan has seen his friends desperate before but none of them ever wet. He has wish they did as he always wanted to try omo stuff with them but as they didn’t know he liked it they never did so Dylan hoped to change that soon.
So as dinner was ready and the table was set, they all took their seats and began to eat. Dylan saw his Chance with all of them there and took it.
“So um guys I wanted to tell you all something and if you want we can all do something with no it but I have always been into omo, peeing pants and/or holding of others or myself and wanted to tell you all and maybe have us all do something with it as I always wanted to share this with you”
It was silent at first as Jake, Alex, and Mike tool it in but by their face expressions Dylan knew they were okay with it. Jake was the first to speak up.
“Well, I never liked that or did any thing for it but sounds okay”
Dylan smiled hearing this and Mike soon spoke.
“If you like it I'm done with it”
Dylan smiled and nodded. Alex didn't speak not because he was gross out it anything but because he always lines omo as well but has never experienced anything with it so hearing Dylan say he liked it was a shock.
Alex looked up and saw the others looking at him and realized he should say something.
“Yeah, sounds like it could be fun”
Dylan was glad to hear this and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. They all finished eating and all drank a bottle of beer. Jake looked at Dylan as he finished his burger and took a sip of beer.
“So, what were you thinking about us trying with omo?”
Dylan thought for a moment and leanded on a pee holding contest.
“Lets do a pee holding contest and they only way to win is by not peeing yourself. So we.all will pee are pants but one and he is the winner and he may use the bathroom.”
Hesitant at first the other guys look at Dylan but after thought they all decided to join in. Jake joins as he thinks why not. Alex joins as he's into omo as well and thinks it will be fun to wet and see his friends wet as well. Mike joins as he thinks his bladder is strong and be will win and dosen't care if he pees himself in the process.
They all drink another beer before the contest starts. Once all the beer are empty they head inside to start the contest. They sit on the couch still in there bathing suits and get ready to start.
Jake, Alex, and Mike look at Dylan as they sat and said together.
“So, how do we began!”
Dylan thought “well I dosn't think much about this tbh so lets just sit here a watch tv till we pee. The beers from dinner should help.”
The others nod and sit back as Dylan turns on Netflix and scans though the shows. He finally finds one and starts it.
Not before long Alex begins to need to pee. Alex cross his legs and tries to ignore it and it works at first but after a while he can't ignore it as the need is getting to strong. So since he like omo as well Alex sits back and relaxes. After trying for a minute pee pools out of him and soaks his blue speedo with a soft hiss.
Dylan being a pro noticed the hiss right away and grins. Jake noticed second as he was sitting by Alex and Jake yells!
“Alex is peeing!”
This alerted Mike to what was happening as Alex blushed. Pee ran kit of Alex and made its way to his but and onto the couch below. Since Alex had on his blue speedo he wasn't wearing undies so pee soaked his speedo and quickly made its was though the fabric and onto the couch. Pee soaked onto the leather couch and spread in both directions getting Jake wet as well.
Pee dripped to the floor as Alex kept peeing. Alex was embarrassed but at the same time turned on.
“Alex is the first out!” Dylan yells excited.
Dylan was super excited but was more excited to see Jake and Mike wet as well so he had to win.
Mike started to feel some pressure but he wasn't worried, he had a strong bladder. Mike looked at Jake who was now squirming some which made Mike happy however Dylan wasn't squirming at all and even he was a little bit so this worried Mike.
As the night went on Jake found himself holding himself though his red speedo. Jake was really needing the bathroom. Jake crossed his legs tightly and grabbed himself hard.
All of a sudden Jake started to lose cantrol. He tried with all his might to regan it but had no such luck. Pee flooded out of him soaking his red speedo and mixing with Alex’s pee on the couch and dropped to the floor also mixing with Alex’s.
Alex giggles as he watchs Jake loose it. Alex was turned on just like Dylan was. Mike watched with a smile but unfortunately seeing Jake wet cause Mike to leak. Leaving a wet spot on his white trunks. Mike had to win so he forced a stop but unfortunately Dylan still remained strong and as Mike regained catrole he lost it again shortly after.
Mike tried to stop but with no luck. Pee soaked his white trucks. Mike stood up to try to stop it but pee kept coming running down his legs. Pee pooled on the wood floor before as pee ran down his legs. Alex, Jake, and Dylan smiled as they watched.
“I win!” exclams Dylan.
Dylan goes to get up but stops and says
“Oh fuck it”
Dylan sits back and relaxes. Pee floods out of him and into his blue and white striped trunks.
The other bous watches in confusing as Dylan won but still wet. Alex was confused but also kinda turned on.
“Well what now?”
Alex, Jake, and Mike asked Dylan.
Dylan just smiles. |
A wetting story of 5 girls, a beach, and a house with only one bathroom.
Melissa is an hourglass bodied white girl with long blonde hair. She is meeting up with her friends soon. They're going to the beach! She thinks about using the restroom before she leaves but decides against it. She puts on a black swimsuit skirt that's only 15 cm, that perfectly compliments her mountain wide hips and plump bubble butt.
It barely covers her crotch. She thinks about not wearing underwear but ends up wearing a tight thong. She also wears a matching black micro-kini that's a couple sizes too small and barely covers her nipples, her perky breasts that make D cups look flat seem like they'd pop out of it any minute.
She goes to the local coffee shop before she drives to the beach. She orders an extra large cup of coffee that is about 600 ml. As she waits she scrolls through the web, and doesn't notice that the barista putting in 300 mg of furosemide into her drink! What she does notice, is another customer ogling at her curves. She decides to give him exactly what he wants and pretends to drop something and spreads her legs as she bends over and picks it up, ass completely out and revealing to him her neatly shaved pussy and beautiful plump cheeks. She smirks as she sees his dick erect from the tight skin of his pants.
She goes to check if the bathroom is open to only be greeted with a long line! She sighs and decides to just get her coffee and leave. She sips it as she drives. By the time she arrives at the beach she's finished the entire drink. She feels the need for the bathroom.
"I can hold it." She thinks to herself.
When she arrive she's the last one there and sees all 5 of her friends. Zuri, a petite black girl with a petite body shape who has shoulder length hair with the roundest peach ass out of all 5 of them, is wearing a pink tennis skirt and a white off shoulder top. Mia, a tall latina girl with a triangle body shape who has hair long enough to sit on with wide hips and bouncy melon boobs is wearing a floral printed frilly side tie bikini. Emily, an average heighted white girl with a square body shape with thick toned thighs is wearing an orange one piece. Samantha, a tall (east) asian girl with a hourglass body shape has the smallest waist out of all them is also wearing a blue high cut monokini.
The five of them go to the pier. All 4 of them get multiple cups of soda and iced tea except for Melissa, who feels her bladder filling up. "Let's go swimming!" Samantha suggests. "Nah, I don't have a swimsuit on, the rest of you go." They go swimming and the feel of the cold water and the sight of it makes Melissa's bladder fill even faster. By the time they get back she thinks she might really wet herself!
She crosses her legs and notices how Zuri and Mia are fidgeting, Samantha is doing a potty dance and how Emily has her hand under her crotch trying to stop dams from opening.
"G-Girls... I need to go to a bathroom." Zuri stutters out.
"There's no bathroom here!' Emily squeals.
"My house i-isn't too far from here... you all came by cab so I'll drive you all to my house.
However, Melissa only has one bathroom and the drive there is 30 minutes.
During the drive there all of the girls have to hold their bladder as much as possible; Emily almost fails.
They all go to the front porch as Melissa fumbles with the keys; and Zuri bolts in.
From here on, there's no line, just who gets in the fastest.
"Z-Zuri c-can't you let me go first? I really have to go!" Emily wails as she bangs on the bathroom door.
"I'm sorry! Just wait until I finish!" Zuri responds.
Zuri takes her pink tennis skirt off and lets it fall down to her ankles along with her striped panties; she lets out a moan of relief and through the thin walls everyone hears her. At this, Emily holds onto her crotch for dear life; gasping when she leaks a little. The diuretic has gotten to Melissa and she can not hold for much longer. She practically fingers herself trying not to wet herself. Once Zuri finishes, Samantha pushes past Emily and runs in. "N-no!" Emily gasps.
However, Samantha cannot get her swimsuit off and as she fumbles she feels the wee soak her one piece and drip down her legs. She cries out, and walks out the bathroom in shame.
Mia, who didn't have much to drink but was finally feeling the few she did have rushes in.
"I'm sorry you two!" She says and in desperation closes the door so fast it bounces right back open.
Melissa and Emily's bladders watch in horror as Mia undoes the ties of her bottom and a torrent of piss comes out of her as she gasps in relief.
Once she finishes, Melissa can't even move without wetting herself, her bladder about to burst. Emily bolts into the bathroom. "E-Emily! Please!" Melissa pleads but just then, Emily slips and her legs spread wide open and all of her tensed muscles relax as she wets herself. "N-no! This can't be happening!" Emily wails, and at the mere sight of this and the puncturing pressure of her tight tong against her bladder, Melissa pulls of her skirt but doesn't get time to get the thong off, she squats ontop of the potted plant in front of the bathroom and lets loose. She moans out but it wasn't that big of a potted plant, and she pretty much missed her aim so it is now rurnning down her legs and makes a puddle around her feet.
It's been a long day for all the girls. |
This is a fiction about the anime "Mieruko-chan", English isn't my main language so please be compassionate.
Attention for those who know the original work: probably except for some events the story will deviate particularly from the original one, just think of the fact that in this version Miko does not have a brother (Kyousuke) but a sister (Keiko), obviously I will try to keep the elements of wetting on the train and of the bed (which I will change into a futon for those interested), good reading.
Chapter 1: "True Fear Stories".
Contents: Allusions to bedwetting, pissing in the toilet.
Main characters: Miko (Stoic future medium), Keiko (Miko's little sister).
Note: Low content, you can skip it if you don't care about the storyline.
"Eeeyahhh" A girl screamed with tears in her eyes after seeing a kind of ghost similar to the well-known Samara from the Ring novel series come out of the refrigerator.
"Scary isn't it?" Said a mustachioed man in traditional clothing.
"Oh, a lot!" A girl dressed in pink pajamas next to her answered.
"And these things are 100% real, dear viewers, after all the show is called True Scary Stories!" The man said looking into the camera and then continued: "Tell me, what would you do if you were the one who found yourself in that situation?" addressing the girl beside her.
"Hmm what a difficult question ... I think I would probably ignore it hoping not to wet myself!" The girl replied, looking up at the camera after reflecting on it with her head down.
“Oh ho, a very common answer! well now the next clip, it looks like the next one is going to be so scary that even the cameraman is passed out, so try not to make spots or spoil appear wherever you are sitting!
-sschwump-
“Miko! Have you clogged the shower drain with your hair again? " Said a girl in a T-shirt and shorts in her early teens after she left the washroom door with the towel still on her head while she rubbed her brown hair.
"Huh? I don't think so, however, there is that show you wanted so much to watch on TV, True Scary Stories. ”A yellow-eyed, black-haired teen girl with bizarre purple tips replied, she was wearing teal pajamas thin enough to reveal. the contours of undergarments.
"Ah, I wanted to see it," Said the younger girl slinging on the sofa and then adding: "Who are you chatting with?".
"I'm chatting with Hana," Miko replied.
"Huff! Big sister, you drank both cans of cola ... is it late, are you sure you'll be able to fall asleep? And one of them was mine anyway!" The younger sister said with a tone between angry and playful.
"Oh ... sorry, I was lost in thought, do you want me to go to the vending machines on the corner?" The older girl apologized.
"No, it doesn't matter, I wasn't thirsty anyway, I was saying it for you, anyway ... very hydrated and with the thought of the ghost program ... you don't want to wet the sheets while you sleep?" Said the younger sister in a more playful tone.
“Eeeeh, thanks for the concern Keiko but no need to worry, rather how is YOUR bed-wetting problem? Ah sorry sorry Keiko I was lost in thought ”Miko with an amused tone replied to her teasing with another and then apologized immediately knowing that it was bothering her.
“I haven't wet the bed in years! You should know ... "Keiko said after blushing strongly,
Her problem was unknown to anyone outside her family but she had stopped wetting the bed only two years before except for some occasional event, which bothered her because she liked being considered great especially by her big sister who always seemed to her so mature and stoic, she had certainly never seen her have an accident.
Half an hour after the sisters started watching the broadcast.
-Click-
The front door opened after being unlocked and a woman very similar to Miko, only older, walked in with an envelope in her hand.
"Mom! You scared me!" Keiko said after hugging her older sister.
"Moment of tension ruined," Miko thought and then greeted his mother: "Welcome back mom, How was your day at work?
"All right except my colleague who kept calling me for every nonsense, he's new but if she keeps calling me Touko from here and Touko dillà I'll think she has a crush on me hahaha ... sorry, you girls instead? Did you eat?" Touko asked hoping not to have bored his daughters.
"All right mum, I've finished the essay for sociology!" Keiko replied boasting.
"And you Miko?" Touko asked smiling.
"Everything ok ... Yawn ..." Miko replies to be interrupted by her own yawn and then said: "ah I'm tired I'm going to sleep because tomorrow I'm going to wake up early and see me with Hana a little before school" And then she got up from the sofa.
"Remember to brush your teeth and go to the bathroom, after all, that cola!" The younger sister almost shouted.
"Ahaha, Miko looks like you have a new big sister!" The mother said smiling at Keiko and then added "Goodnight darling see you tomorrow!" This time addressing the older sister.
-Psssssssssssssss-
"Ahhh" Miko sighed after emptying her bladder, as she went she wondered if she ever wets the bed for not going to the bathroom before sleeping, but she stopped thinking about it immediately after drying and pulling up her white panties and pants. pajamas.
"Ah, Keiko must have leaned against the mirror ... strange it's very high up, did she do it on purpose?" Miko thought as she erased fingerprints on the bathroom mirror she had distractedly noticed after getting up from the toilet.
Weekly Wetting / Messing Incident Statistics:
Miko (0/0)
Keiko (? /?)
Touko (? /?)
Supernatural Powers:
Miko (?)
End of Chapter 1
Edited January 23, 2022 by Asuna.bed.wet.
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Chapter 2: "Hana's intestinal crises" Part 1 of 2.
Content: farting.
Main characters: Miko (Stoic future medium), Hana (Miko's Best friend), Yuria Niguredo (schoolmate)
Note: for those not interested in the content, this chapter can easily be skipped, I added it because I like these themes and because it starts to "explain" why Hana eats a lot, good reading!
"Miko, did you get the umbrella? Forecasts say it will rain today! " Touko told his daughter just before she walked out the door to go to school.
"Don't worry mom, according to the weather I should be able to get back before it rains and in case I will borrow one or buy one at the general store" Miko replied to his mother's concern, and then add. "I'm going then, good day "Then put on your shoes and walk out the door.
"I hope not to get my uniform wet..." Miko thought contemplating his clean clothes, she was wearing the classic school uniform with a Havana cardigan over it.
Immediately after her sister came out, Keiko ran down the stairs almost stumbling and still barefoot walked out the door with tangled hair, and then yelled "Good day" to her sister and ran inside immediately after meeting the eyes of the neighbor who was taking out the garbage. and she had the dog on the leash, she was certainly embarrassed to go out in her pajamas.
"Good day my daughter" apparently also Miko's father had woken up and had wished his daughter a good day but she was too far away and was not heard.
Miko smiled at the scene and picked up the phone to ask Hana if she was out but noticed that she still hadn't answered her good morning.
"Huff, a classic of Hana, how will that girl not get fat if she eats and sleeps all day..." Miko thought.
-riiiing-
"Ah, I'm awake!" Said a girl of medium height but with ridiculously proportioned breasts dressed in pink pajamas with rabbit embroidery and above all two big ears the room was full of rabbits, the pillows, the bedspread, the furniture, and even the walls and the bed. the roof had a hint of Rabbit.
"Hana from the voice seems to have woken up now, forget about seeing us earlier to go to the cafeteria, hurry up otherwise you will be late and Mrs. Arai will think you wasted time having the third breakfast!"
“But Miko, I haven't even done the first one !!!, okay, I'll eat and I'll be there! I will definitely arrive in time! "
Hana is Miko's best friend, unlike her, however, she is much more expansive and sunny, she has short orange hair and purple eyes, this girl, however, has a problem, she is always incredibly hungry, let's say she is used to doing more than six meals a day.
"Honey, do you want more cake?" The mother told Hana as she buttoned her school shirt with one hand and ate a huge piece of cake with the other, she was struggling though, obviously, it wasn't the cake that was too big but her breasts, she was making a huge effort to being able to insert buttons with one hand.
"No mom, please more scrambled eggs, actually forget it, I'm late!" Hana said before finishing putting on her blouse and swallowing the last bite of cake.
"Okay honey but remember to eat something before school or they'll send you back to the infirmary for a stomach ache!" She reminded her of her mother and then added: "Remember to close your backpack well and fasten your skirt, you don't want to lose it on the street ..."
"Yes mom, thank you, then I'll go, said Hana, adjusting her bangs and putting on her X-clip while looking at herself in the mirror at the entrance.
-GRRRRRGLE-
A gurgling loud enough to be heard throughout the living room was emitted from Hana's body just before she put her hand on the handle to open the door.
"Honey today are you a little gassy or are you just hungry again?" Hana's mother asked eagerly.
"Oh mom, I probably just have to go to the bathroom, apparently the cream of the cake and the orange juice don't get along ..." Hana said a little embarrassed with a hand on her stomach.
"So go, you don't want to have any nasty surprises during the day, right?" she promptly advised her mom.
"Hmm no, you'll see that I'll be fine, I don't want to be late and interrupt Mrs. Arai's lesson, you know she's close to going to maternity, see you later bye-bye!" Hana said as she walked out the door.
"Oh my poor girl, I just hope it doesn't make laundry more difficult for me," Hana's mother thought.
-boing-
"Boing?" She thought she heard Miko as something soft hit his back.
"Hana, be careful, I could suddenly move!" Miko said in a flat but amused tone.
"Ahh, you're bad, and then how did you know it was me?" Hana asked pretending to pout.
"From the softness ..." Miko said looking at Hana's imposing breasts that almost came out of the neckline of her white blouse and then greeted her: "Good morning Hana"
"Morning Miko, Ohh it's meme-chan!" Miko said pointing to the dangling doll on Miko's backpack, "next time I'll go with you to the shop to get a new Lam-Rab keychain!"
The sound of the bell interrupted them.
"Come on Hana or the teacher will get angry," Miko said closing the cabinet where she had put the history book and walking towards the class.
"Actually I ..." Hana was about to speak but was interrupted by ...
-growllgrrrgle -
...Her own gurgling.
"Don't tell me you skipped breakfast..." Miko said knowing what would happen to her friend in that case.
“Oh no I ate a lot, especially scrambled eggs, and” Her friend interrupted her: “Ok then, you'll see that you'll be able to resist.
"Actually I..."
-whack-
Hana was about to explain her problem to Miko but something hit her waist-high.
-pbbrrth-
Which led to an involuntary release and redness of Hana's cheeks.
The sound, however, was covered by a voice: "Sorry, I'm fleety", the voice came from a short and petite girl with reddish eyes like the ends of her hair which, however, were blond carefully gathered in two pigtails thanks to clips with a mushroom motif.
The girl, without waiting for an answer, resumed walking with her legs slightly bent inwards.
"She probably has to go to the bathroom," Miko thought.
-sniff-
"Or maybe more than probably..." she thought after smelling a peculiar smell.
"Come on we are late," said Hana who had immediately left the place of her little crime and, trying to pull away her friend too, grabbed her by the sleeve and dragged her into the classroom.
Weekly Wetting / Messing Incident Statistics:
Miko (0/0)
Hana (0/0)
Yuria (?/?)
Mrs. Arai (?/?)
Supernatural Powers:
Miko (?)
Yuria (?)
Hana (?)
End of first part of Chapter 2
Edited January 23, 2022 by Asuna.bed.wet.
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Chapter 2: "Hana's intestinal crises" Part 2 of 2.
Contents: farting, pantypoop, mention of diapers and of bedwetting.
Main characters: Miko (Stoic future medium), Hana (Miko's Best friend), Arai Sensei (Miko and Hana's teacher), Yuria Niguredo (Shy and mysterious schoolmate)
Note: for those not interested in the content, this chapter can easily be skipped, I added it because I like these themes and because it starts to "explain" why Hana eats a lot.
Good reading!
Miko and Hana's lessons progressed slowly as the teacher explained the plot of a fiction classic that made most of the students yawn and gaze at the cloudy sky outside the window.
In the bowels of Hana, however, the climate was much more than stormy:
-fssshht-
She tried to let the air out as discreetly as possible but she could not do anything about the smell, every time she released something she felt a slight burning sensation and discomfort, she had to go to the bathroom but there were still 10 minutes to the end of the hour and she could not apologize without interrupting the teacher's explanation, not that she was shy but she felt she could do it, after all, she had resisted for a long time, she just had to hold on a little longer, of course, she was sure, especially with the last flatulence of having stained her pink panties, "Luckily we don't have physical education today" she thought, as well as "I hope Mom will be understanding" and "I just hope it doesn't get worse".
“Hey Hana, are you okay? Your face is pale ”Miko asked seeing her friend in pain, she began to suspect that hunger wasn't the only problem.
"Oh, Miko don't worry... it's okay I just have a bit of indigestion" Hana replied with her voice softer than her usual gritty tone.
-grrlrrrglgle-
She felt she had to release a "last one" to resist but could no longer find ways to mask the hypothetical noise, she had tried to move the chair, to drop and leaf through the notebook but above all to unwrap some snacks (which she ate anyway to away of her compulsive hunger even while she was sick) but that were now over, making her sorry for having nothing to munch on until lunch.
"What do you have to go to the infirmary and go to the bathroom?" She advised Miko to her friend now that she had confirmed her suspicions, she would have commented on the smell of stale air despite the windows opening to ease the tension but now she couldn't.
"But Miko, if I say that then Mrs. Arai will think I just want to sneak out to eat lunch on the sly," Hana whispered.
"An emergency is an emergency, I'm sure she will understand, otherwise I'll tell you I'm sick and you will accompany me" Miko whispered back.
"But he'll think you're covering me!" Hana said and then bent over the bench in pain trying to hold everything inside.
-click click click-
Miko who sensed what was about to happen, struck by her friend's stubbornness of not wanting to interrupt the lesson of their pregnant teacher, began to close and open the switch on her pen to draw attention to herself.
The other students who saw a Miko with a more boring expression than usual began to do the same, hoping to make the teacher understand that she was exaggerating in his personal considerations on the novel, consequently a good noise began to form in the classroom.
Hana, however, did not pay much attention to it, she was holding back with all her strength in the throes of gurgling when at the end:
-ssshhchrrtch-
A wet fart spread in Hana's pink panties that between the blush and the shining eyes she was about to start crying but looking around she saw that no one except Miko was looking in her direction, her friend looked at her with a smile as she made noise with her pen, the others did it too but it was already enough to let out a tear of emotion towards her friend, there were still 2 minutes left, however, and Hana was resigned to being discovered for the smell and being pointed at or teased, at least for the week to come, for those who had messed up alone in the hour of literature.
-click click click-
"But in short ... aren't you interested in the author's darkest period?" Mrs. Arai said indignant at the behavior of her students, but then continued: "I understand, maybe I shouldn't have talked about my bloodline with him and that stamp ... okay I'll leave you a few minutes before, the lesson it's over but for tomorrow I want to know what you think of the first 6 chapters! "
Between complaints and leaps of joy, everyone left the classroom except of course Hana who did not want to get up for obvious reasons, Miko who still did not know the "conditions" of her friend, and the teacher who was resting after over an hour with a pregnant belly. standing while rummaging in a duffel bag.
"Come on Hana!" Miko said extending his hand towards her.
"I can't ... if I get up it will splash on the ground ..." Hana said with tears in her eyes.
Miko suppressed an "eww" of disgust.
-grogrrgle-
"Maybe I shouldn't have eaten the sixth bean cream snack ..." Hana said giving her friend an embarrassed smile as she thought she was still hungry inside.
"But think a bit ... now come on you have to get up, soon other students will arrive and you have to go to the bathroom before it's really too late" Miko scolded her.
As Hana was about to get up ready for the dirty liquid that crawls down her thighs, Mrs. Arai stood up with her bag over her shoulder and pulled the door to the side.
"Girls I couldn't help but listen to your little problem, let me help my poor students" having said that Mrs. Arai handed Hana an opaque plasticized package, turned around, and as she went back to the desk she took a breath of fresh air at the window.
The package contained a pair of "absorbent panties" thick enough to be recognised as a diaper.
"Hana quick put it on and let's go" Miko advised seeing her friend think about how to use it while she touched her with a red face, of course, she was very blushed too, she wondered if her teacher had certain problems or if it was due to pregnancy.
Hana remaining in balance with her legs apart to let the least flow as possible, she got help from Miko, while she held the back of the skirt to keep it from getting dirty. she raised one leg at a time to make her wear the absorbent garment.
"Pwuah, now I can breathe" Miko exclaimed after she finished helping her friend, she turned to the teacher who while she pretended to look at the smartphone was looking at them amused, which made her smile too.
"Thank you Arai Sensei," the two girls said in unison as they made a small bow.
“Miko this thing is huge! I have to hold it through my skirt or it will fall to the ground! " Hana whispered as they headed to the bathroom, she certainly didn't want to call her benefactress teacher plump but she didn't want to be discovered by the boys in the hallway either.
"Just try not to trip by keeping your legs so wide," Miko said observing her friend's funny gait.
The two arrived in the bathroom, Hana was about to have a complete accident this time, the walk towards relief had not done her mind or her agitated bowels any good and there was too much silence in the corridor to be able to release crackling farts.
“It seems to be empty commented Miko”, “Yeah, luckily Hana replied with a sigh and leaned her hand on the handle of the stall further down.
-blart-
Hana had tried to restrain herself so as not to further humiliate herself in front of her best friend but despite her tight buttocks a nice juicy fart managed to get out messing up her panties and protective clothing with an explosive sound.
"Ah Miko, get me some clean panties!" Hana said to play down and because she knew that maybe only her mother would be able to remove the stains she was wearing now, let alone her in a school bathroom.
"And where should I find a couple?" Miko asked.
"I'm in my locker, the combination is my date of birth," Hana said only to be assailed by new bowel's cramps.
As Miko came out of the bathroom, two other girls entered, Miko thought for a moment that they had followed them but seeing that they were holding two water bottles, they were probably filling them up for the hour of physical education.
"Date of birth ... trivial Miko thought as she walked with a smile thinking about the luck of her dear friend who had not been seen by anyone, probably any other girl would have made fun of Hana but she would never have done it, she promised herself Miko in her heart, she was always a kind girl who didn't deserve this suffering.
Miko walked at a brisk pace trying not to lose too many notions of the next lesson and in a short time she found herself with Hana's new panties in her shoulder bag, she felt a slight sense of excitement and fun in seeing the panties in question, this is because she had seen the dirty pair helping her in class first and noticed that it was the same type, namely pink underwear with a bunny face on the back. “At least this rabbit hasn't changed color,” she thought amused but with a serious and impassive look as she headed towards the bathroom.
-click-
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Hana had opened the door and with her eyes closed from the pain and had entered, without realizing, however, that someone was already in the bathroom.
-ssssh-
It was the end of a hiss that made her notice it, she turned with his hands holding his belly and saw a girl with wide-open eyes, it was the same girl who had bumped into her in the corridor, she recognized her by the hair tied by the mushroom accessories, only who now had her panties down and was minding her own business in the bathroom.
Normally Hana would have gone out immediately and apologized but at that moment the sound of closing both doors of the other stalls echoed in the bathroom, probably the two girls crossed by Miko had to relieve themselves.
"Hmm listen ... you could make me use the bathroom ... you know I have a little emergency" Hana whispered to the girl who, however, was not listening to her, she was completely paralyzed, she did not understand how it was possible that she hadn't closed the stall.
-braaaft-
Hana's wet and pasty fart combined with her look of despair brought Yuria out of paralysis, slowly she got up without even pulling up her white panties with red mushrooms that did not allow her to move quickly, seeing her slow Hana removed the hands with which she was holding clutching her buttocks and holding the diaper and almost lifting her weight, she pushed her aside.
"Uwaa .... what are you doing!" Yuria, who did not expect it, released the part of the bladder that she had not been able to empty after Hana entered directly into the lowered pantyhose and panties, fortunately, it was only a short flow.
-splat- unfortunately, raising her arms and squeezing her legs had made Hana's dirty "diaper" slide down, but Hana didn't care and with her panties still on she sat on the toilet to get it over with right in front of Yuria.
-shrrlshlt plaarrt-
"Ahhh" Hana exclaimed after the latest semi-solid release in the panties.
"Normally I would never dream of putting panties under the pull-up, you know that right?" Yuria said in a low voice contemplating the absorbent garment at her feet while in order not to smell the smell she had put a hem of her blouse over her nose.
"Ugh ... you're right, the teacher gave it to me after I was already messed up ..." Hana replied, she was very embarrassed and wondered why that girl hadn't come out of the bathroom but was staring at her, but the joy of breaking free was so much greater than her embarrassment that if she didn't care, the same was true for herself.
For Yuria, however, the situation was so surreal that she thought she was dreaming, she would never have expected to see a girl who shit in a pull-up at her age, and above all that she did not chase her away while she emptied in the toilet.
-flufshhhh-
The sound of the toilet flushed by one of the two girls brought her back to reality.
"I mean, as you can see, I'm not wearing a diaper," she said pulling up the underwear still at knee height and then continuing: "I meant at night", to explain better she had sunk herself even more.
"I get it," Hana said, surprised to see this silent girl who had been watching her impassively become so talkative.
While Hana apparently ignoring her involuntary confession tried to reach for the toilet paper Yuria burst out, by now she was totally back to reality, her face became so red that I start to shake, so before fainting on the spot she decided that it was better to run away, probably both girls had gone out, she no longer heard any sound besides her and Hana, it was time to escape.
-click-
"Wait what are you doing !?" Hana said seeing that Yuria was opening the door while she was still in "those conditions".
Yuria did not stop, by now her face had passed the concept of blushing, it had become almost purple, which stood out even more because of her pale complexion.
"Please don't tell anyone about my bedwetting problems!" Yuria said and then came out of Hana's stall.
Speaking of viola, Miko had come to the bathroom after seeing the two girls come out and had come in to help her friend.
"..." Miko and Yuria stared at each other motionless but then the latter with a totally mortified and tearful face ran away, passing to Miko's left and almost crashing into the wall, leaving behind a trail of tears.
"Hana, I brought you the change," Miko said slightly shaken by what had happened.
Later Hana would explain to her and Miko thought: “Poor thing” and then went back to class with her friend with her panties now clean (and very hungry) after going to the bathroom herself.
Weekly Wetting / Messing Incident Statistics:
Miko (0/0)
Hana (0/1)
Yuria (?/?)
Mrs. Arai (?/?)
Supernatural Powers:
Miko (?)
Yuria (?)
Hana (?)
End of Chapter 2
Edited January 23, 2022 by Asuna.bed.wet.
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This is the fourth installment of the Lauren's Game series (see parts one, two, three)
Lauren’s Game 4: Home Edition
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Lauren's apartment building had a bit of an odd feeling to it. Originally built more than sixty years earlier as an office building, it had seen more than its fair share of repurposing over its lifetime - and it had picked up a handful of peculiar architectural features along the way. Most of the units in the building looked passably normal, arranged in an ordinary enough layout that you could have been forgiven for believing that student housing had been the plan from the beginning. But on almost every floor there was one unit where it seemed like the developers had thrown architectural norms to the wind in order to squeeze in one more unit. It was in such a squeezed-in unit that Lauren and her flatmate Emma resided. Lauren's bedroom was larger in total area than that of Emma's, but wasted most of that real estate in an awkward L-shape that could only have been a desperate bid to access a window to the outside world. What you might call the living room was, really, just a corner of the kitchen into which a sofa and television had been oddly wedged. And a narrow hallway off that kitchen squandered still more floor space to snake around to a bathroom that Lauren could only guess had once been a janitorial closet. It still bore the hardware allowing it to be padlocked from the outside, and it had crossed Lauren’s mind more than once that you'd have to climb out the window if someone decided to lock you in there as a joke. Thankfully for Lauren, Emma wasn't the practical joking type. And Lauren didn’t much think that trapping someone in a small space would be very funny either.
Now, trapping them outside that space... They’d never discussed the topic, but Lauren rather suspected that might be where she and her flatmate would differ. Lauren had long had a fascination with a particular activity for which a body might need to use that room—or, perhaps more to the point, in the events that might transpire if a body couldn't get into that room when such a need existed. A padlock could keep a body out just as soon as in, after all. And to Lauren there was nothing quite so intriguing as a body that very much needed to get in there.
The idea had been little more than an idle fantasy until just recently. It would’ve been hard to claim to have flipped shut the hasp, inserted the shackle of a padlock, rotated the lock’s body around, and pushed it together until it engaged, all totally and completely by accident. Fun, perhaps, but damned difficult to explain without outing herself and her unusual interests. She’d imagined it, of course—her flatmate coming home with a full bladder after a long, well-hydrated run to stay in shape. Wearing a tight pair of athletic shorts that showed off her toned runner’s ass. Lauren envied that ass most of the time, truth be told—although not enough to actually adopt such a fitness routine for herself. It would have been satisfying to see Emma’s perfect little butt bob up and down a little as she held in a very large, very urgent pee.
As cute as it was seeing another girl bite her lip and cross her legs, though, in truth the sort of body that Lauren really wanted to see retaining water had a little more equipment between its legs. She was naturally more of an admirer of the male form in general, but when it came to this particular facet of the human experience there was more to it than just that. It felt like it would be difficult to explain to someone who didn’t naturally share her interests—not that she’d ever tried to explain it, of course. But it was a different thing when a man needed to pee, and for reasons that went far beyond an admiration for the equipment with which they did it. Lauren was, in a way, never really surprised when circumstances forced her to hold it in. She was caught off guard sometimes. Everyone was, sooner or later. But it never really felt like a surprise, in the truest sense of the word, to her or to anyone around her. People practically expected girls to need to tinkle constantly and at inconvenient times. And for as much as Lauren bristled at the stereotype and occasionally even tried to prove just how wrong it was, that stereotype almost made it too easy for her to declare she had to go. Sure, people might roll their eyes at her, but she was a girl, so they would more or less let her stop the world – or even stop it for her – to go find a toilet. And maybe she’d built up an exaggerated idea of it in her mind, but she didn’t feel like men received that same courtesy. They were molded from a young age to be assertive and self-sufficient. If if their bladder was overfull with piss, there was no need to be all weak and whiny about it. Their penis was a free pass to the express lane at most restrooms, anyway. And, even failing that, it was practically a god-given license to urinate wherever they damn well pleased. All of this made it rarer to find a gentleman in true distress, of course, but it made for a much more interesting show when it actually did happen – when fortune threw her a dumb jock who had gotten so used to being able to mark his territory everywhere he went that he looked like he was trying to translate ancient Greek when he realized there was nowhere for him to go. Or a shy nerd who was left holding it in quietly while the rest of his cohort watered the second tree to the right. Lauren once went to a house party where it was kind of an unspoken rule that guys were supposed to pee outside and leave the one toilet for the girls. Talk about awkward if you were a guy who wanted to join the line. Life’s little mismatches made for some of the best squirming. And it was beyond adorable to watch those guys try to act like they were still in control of their worlds—so much so that Lauren had made rather a long-standing game of trying to nudge the gentlemen in her life into just such a situation whenever she got the chance. It was rather an exhilarating game, really. And, for as fun as it would have been to see Emma’s too-perfect physique taken down a peg, she would have gladly issued Emma a key to the potty padlock in exchange for her agreement to a strict house rule that cute boys weren’t allowed to pee in their bathroom.
Alas, that would be a tough sell. Emma was single at this exact moment, but she had had the occasional gentleman caller in the time they’d shared the flat. And – not to suggest that Lauren had been surveilling those gentlemen or anything untoward like that – but a girl couldn’t help but notice that those gentlemen did, occasionally, need to go. Lauren had even heard the last boyfriend say as much once. He’d been a fun one to look at—another runner, Lauren was pretty sure. On that particular occasion, Lauren had just slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind her when she’d heard him say it. “Oh, shoot,” his voice carried easily around the corner and through the cheap, hollow door that Lauren had just closed. “I was about to head that way,” he’d explained to his ladyfriend. And, truth be told, Lauren had only popped in there with the intention of having a quick leak. It was a Friday night, and her bladder was tingling with the effects of a couple drinks she’d had to blow off steam from the week, as was not only her custom but also that of most of the building’s residents. But in that moment, something compelled her to instead flicked on the exhaust fan and start the shower going. Something about hearing that guy’s words had suddenly made Lauren feel very dirty. And forgetful. Without even locking the door, she’d stripped completely naked for her shower. As she stepped into the hot spray, she barely tugged the curtain halfway closed behind her, smiling to herself as her mind playing with the question of just how badly a guy might need to go before he tried something really awkward to find relief. Crashing Lauren’s shower time would have been a sure way to find out if Emma was the jealous type. And while she couldn’t hear any more dialog over the roar of the water, she imagined the tickle of her own bladder couldn’t have been too much different than what that gentleman outside must have felt while waiting for his turn.
Eventually, of course, her shower had lasted as long as it could without arousing suspicion, and she’d ended it. She’d turned off the shower and toweled herself thoroughly dry, the cool air of the room tickling at her increasingly eager genitalia – she still hadn’t attended to her original reason for being in that room. She made a point of turning off the exhaust fan before addressing her final matter of business—a long, loud, and very satisfying pee. She wasn’t normally the type to want anyone else listening in. Under ordinary circumstances it would have been embarrassing to think that some guy she barely knew was bearing witness, if only by ear, to exactly how much she’d been holding inside of her, to exactly how badly she’d needed that toilet just then, to just how much trouble she’d have been in if she hadn’t been allowed to go. And after a long shower she’d had to piss pretty badly, if she was being honest. But, this time, she actually hoped the sound carried to the sofa. She wasn’t a helpless little girl who needed to tinkle. She was a powerful woman, with a monopoly on the toilet, who had held her pee in until she’d decided it was time. And she wanted him to know that. She could have peed before her shower. She’d chosen not to. And all that piss that then poured out of her body did so because she allowed it, because she’d run out of anything else productive to do in that room. It had been at the very bottom of her priority list. And she wondered where peeing ranked on his list of priorities right then.
How much of an impression her little stunt had made on him, she’d never really know. But Lauren noticed with some satisfaction that Mr. Runner’s Butt (she never did catch his name…) didn’t waste any time once she finally vacated the lavatory. That was the end of that round, though. She never got to find out just exactly how badly he needed to go, to hear if his stream lasted as long as hers had. In all probability she hadn’t pushed him anywhere near his true limit. He’d have had to have been pretty uncomfortable at the beginning of her shower to have been in great distress at the end of it. But he had been drinking, so anything was possible. And he might not have wanted to lose points by leaving his ladyfriend sitting all by herself any more often than necessary. It’s not very chivalrous to abandon your ladyfriend. In any event, the promptness with which he’d headed to the lavatory upon its availability was the only real sign of eagerness that she’d gotten to observe. That was how Lauren’s game almost always ended, sadly. At the end of the day, she could only take the game so far without people catching on to her. And mounting a “Women” sign on the sole bathroom in a private residence? For as much as she’d have liked to see that guy denied entry for even longer after her little shower stunt, that would have been awfully hard to pass off as natural.
It was too bad, she reflected, that they didn’t live in an all-girls dormitory with a big, shared bathroom. They’d have only needed one, of course. And it would only have made sense to mark it “Ladies.” There was no point in wasting space on a men’s room if there weren’t any men living there. And if their boyfriends snuck in for a visit after hours, well, she supposed they’d just have to hold it in while they kept a low profile. It would certainly make sleepovers more interesting—doubly so if anyone happened to be patrolling the halls for signs of infraction just when Troy was getting eager to take off. But in the real world, to Lauren's frequent disappointment, most bladders seemed to find their way to a toilet long before things even started to get interesting.
And maybe it was a good thing that the game was sporting most of the time. Lauren had to admit, she did rather enjoy the thrill of the hunt. An emergency wouldn’t really be an emergency if it happened every other day. But for as much as Lauren enjoyed a good challenge, on this particular night, she was both eagerly and nervously looking forward to a truly unprecedented shift in the playing field. Emma was out of town. And Troy, who would be arriving shortly, was now in on the game—knowingly and willfully walking right into it, no web of lies needed. That wasn’t to say that Lauren didn’t get to exercise her creativity—she was hoping for quite the opposite, in fact. It seemed to her that, under the circumstances, she was for the first time entitled to a little suspension of disbelief as she suspended his bathroom privileges. And having that kind of artistic licence was exciting – and, honestly, a little terrifying. She was painting on an entirely different canvas now. And she wasn’t sure how exactly the new medium was going to work out. That, too, was part of the thrill.
It was such a crazy idea that Lauren had nearly convinced herself more than once that she must have been imagining it—or at the very least that Troy had thought she was only joking. It did sound a little ridiculous, if you actually stopped to think about it. She’d only suggested it in the heat of the moment, amid a purely hypothetical conversation stoked by a perfect storm of alcohol and adrenaline and the intoxicating tickle of her own bladder. And she’d known some guys to agree to some pretty dumb stunts in her time, but even she’d never thought it could be as simple as just telling a guy that he looked really good when he had to go really bad. To her surprise, though, they’d kept talking about it all week. They’d be having an innocent conversation about, say, the logistics of his Friday work schedule and what time he’d be at her place for dinner, when he’d slip in something like “Of course, I suppose I’ll get out the door a couple minutes faster than usual if I skip the bathroom.” Eventually, the “if” he skipped the bathroom evolved to “when” the men’s room was shockingly and unexpectedly found to be out of order at his quitting time, and poor Troy would have no choice but to make the journey to her place with a little extra ballast onboard. And, while Lauren couldn’t bring herself to be quite as bold without wine as she evidently was with it, all this talk about him skipping his after-work pee had helped her feel a little less self-conscious about at least implying that she’d be interested in seeing how such a turn of events played out.
And so, by the time Friday finally came, while Lauren still wasn’t so emboldened as to barrage Troy with every excited thought that popped into her head on the subject, she was feeling just brave enough to text him a reminder to drink a healthy dose of water. Anyone should try to stay properly hydrated, after all, regardless of whatever evil schemes their girlfriend may or may not be hatching with regard to toilet availability. And Troy, for his part, continued to play along, messaging her back as his break drew to a close.
Troy: Yikes. I took my lunch break just in time. Men’s room is out of order now. If I hadn’t peed when I did, I’d have been holding it all day.
That sounded like he was really going through with it. Unless he was just pretending? Lauren tapped out her response nervously but excitedly.
Lauren: Ooh, that was a close one. You’ve still got half the day left.
That had been the deal, or at least the story of the deal that Lauren was hoping was more than just a story. He was allowed his midday pee as usual, but then after that the firehose that nature gave him was to remain clamped off until further notice. Still, Lauren couldn’t help but smile at the way Troy had just framed the story – as though he were lucky he’d gotten to pee at work at all today. It was easy to appreciate a much-needed pee at the end of a long hold, but she’d never known someone to be at all grateful for a routine pee at the beginning. Then again, Lauren supposed, other people seldom knew in advance that it would be their last pee before getting into a very uncomfortable state. This was more about the anticipation of what was to come than an appreciation for what had happened.
The idea of a harsher deal—of Troy being forced to hold through his entire work day instead of just the second half—was a fun one, of course. She would have enjoyed texting with Troy while he got increasingly distracted from his work. Maybe even teasing him a little with how easily she could pee where she was. Give it maybe an hour after his usual lunchtime pee – time enough that he’d definitely be fuller than he normally let it get – and send a faux-innocent little message. Ooh, I’d really better pay a little visit to the ladies’ room. Oh, you still haven’t peed either? Aw, I thought they would’ve fixed that by now. Hang on a minute, though, I really do need to go super badly. Oh my god, that feels so much better. There’s nothing like a good pee when you really need it, is there? Oh, right, sorry, I don’t mean to rub it in—I just had to go so bad that I’d have seriously stuck my naked butt out the window of a moving car on main street if that was the only way to let it out. You aren’t needing it that badly yet, are you? Oh, jeez, that bad? I’m really sorry. Maybe I should’ve tried to wait until we could both go. Is that what a nice girlfriend is supposed to do? But I just had to go so badly you wouldn’t believe it! Would it have been better if I’d just let a little bit out? I know that’s still more than you’re getting, but I swear I really don’t think I could’ve held it all in for another minute. And then once I started it just felt so good letting it finally pour out that I wasn’t thinking about how to be fair to you. But once the pressure went down I probably could’ve stopped if I’d tried. Lauren imagined herself, naked from the waist down, sitting on the toilet she’d been absolutely dying to get to for hours. She imagined Troy standing in front of her now—to hell with him being at work. It was more fun with him standing there, supervising to make sure she didn’t let out more than she was allowed to And it was so hard to stop the flow once it was going. Her imaginary self squeezed her knees together as she forced it to stop. There was so much still inside of her. Her body wanted to let it all out. But relieving the pressure at all had been a special exception. Holding it was supposed to mean holding all of it. Generally speaking in life, you could either find somewhere to piss or you couldn’t. The world didn’t ratchet down its difficulty setting just because you’d gotten in over your head and it wanted to keep things sporting. Maybe Imaginary Troy should have told her to toughen up.
Lauren’s tangent of imagination notwithstanding, though, if Troy hadn’t been allowed to visit the little boy’s room for an entire work day, he probably would have reached his limit before he arrived at her place. And then she’d have missed the chance to see all the best parts with her own eyes. Even if he did manage to hang on until their meet-up – and, to his credit, he’d probably have tried his best for her – he’d have been bursting by the time he got there. And as sexy as it sounded having him show up at her door begging for relief from the beginning, Lauren had really been looking forward to a longer game than that. She’d been eagerly crafting a plan all week, in fact. She’d even acquired props.
And so by the end of Troy’s work day—unbeknownst as yet to him, of course—a plastic sign, exactly as one might expect to see at a public restroom, labeled the sole bathroom door in Lauren’s apartment for "Women". Several feet away, on a bare wall that had never had a door but on which blue painter’s tape had traced a door-sized rectangle, another plastic sign declared "Men". Below that sign was taped a piece of paper upon which someone had handwritten the words "Out of Order" in large printed letters. "Sorry for the inconvenience!" appeared in the corner in much smaller, more flowery cursive, with a little smiley face added for flair. What unfortunate timing for Troy, Lauren grinned as she admired her work, on the same day as his office restroom. What were the odds? It was as though somehow the men’s rooms of the world were all connected, and one failure could bring the whole system crashing down. Thank goodness I’m a girl, she thought. So much for nice girls not peeing while their boyfriends had to told it in. Maybe she wasn’t such a nice girl after all.
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When finally Troy knocked on her door, Lauren answered wearing a short red dress he had never seen before, one made of an elastic material that clung to her body and showed off her figure. She had a pair of leggings to keep her warm, but they too stretched to match her shape, leaving rather little to Troy’s imagination. It was enough to make a guy forget about that other silly thing he’d been wanting to do with his dick.
For Lauren’s part, though, letting him forget wasn’t exactly the goal. She nudged him to hang up his jacket in the closet, hoping her new bathroom signage might catch his eye. Troy complied but, to her disappointment, if he did see the sign then he at least gave no indication of it. And he certainly didn’t venture close enough to appreciate the little smiley face. And after all the effort Lauren had put into the little details.
She managed to get a beer in his hands with dinner. It was a risky move, not knowing the state of his bladder, but every time he tipped the bottle to his mouth for another sip Lauren’s pulse quickened just a touch. To her, there was something very suggestive about a man confidently pouring the contents of that frosty bottle down his throat as though nothing could possibly go wrong. A girl who hadn’t peed all afternoon might’ve avoided alcohol until she was satisfied that she’d be able to do so soon. But guys seemed not to worry about that as much, seemed to not be as keenly aware of cause and effect. Does beer really turn into pee?, she could almost imagine one of them asking naively before shrugging it off because it didn’t really matter anyway. Finding a place to pee was seldom difficult in their world.
Lauren wanted so badly to know what was happening that it was all she could do to not barrage him with every possible question about the state of his bladder. Did he really skip his end-of-day pee, or had he decided that the whole idea was just a silly joke? She was going to be more than a little embarrassed if she’d misread him. But then perhaps she could claim the bathroom signs had just been a joke too—a silly little stunt to be chuckled at for a moment and then cast aside. He didn’t ever have to know that those bathroom signs had only been the tip of the iceberg—not if she could keep him out of her bedroom, at least. And either way, really, that beer was going to turn into pee sooner or later. She could always fall back on her classic moves. Do you really have to go right now? Can’t you just wait a little while? We’re having such a nice time. The game had always been a dynamic one. Waiting and wondering and trying to not be too obvious about her evil scheme weren’t exactly new experiences for her. But she’d really been looking forward to a new kind of game for that evening.
So the suspense continued as he told her about his day. She tried to tell him about hers, although in truth much of the afternoon had been spent on the final prep work for the game that she couldn’t quite bring herself to bring up for fear that he was not in fact playing it. Lauren asked if he’d been looking forward to getting off work so he could get to her place, hoping he might comment on a certain fullness of the abdomen adding to his eagerness. But he didn’t mention it. Honestly, who didn’t look forward to the end of work or school on a Friday, whether they had to pee or not?
Eventually, though, the topic had to come up. It was Troy who finally broke the urinary ice. "I notice the men's room is out of order," he remarked after a pause in the conversation.
So he had seen the sign! Lauren’s face betrayed her excitement for a moment before she got control of herself. "Yeah, sorry," she scrunched up her face in a slightly delayed display of sympathy. "If I’d known earlier, I might have suggested we go somewhere else for dinner” she said, as though they weren’t sitting in her own home. “One of the waitresses told me the toilet was destroyed in a freak remodeling accident this morning," she quickly supplied a backstory.
Troy, for his part, really hadn’t peed since lunch. After an entire week of talking about it, he would have had to have been pretty dense to miss the fact that Lauren wanted him to hold it in for her. “Wanted” wasn’t even the right word for it. She craved it. Troy needed only to mention the idea that he or another man (real or imagined) might be in need of some relief, and Lauren would dive into a rich fantasy of forcing him to wait patiently. So, while he wasn’t sure of the details of exactly what he’d gotten himself into for that evening, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d gotten himself into something.
"Maybe I should just slip into the women's room," he teased her. It seemed like a little bit of a flaw in her scenario. "I don’t think anyone could get too upset, under the circumstances."
And Troy was probably mostly right about that. At a small business, with a pair of single-occupancy restrooms, it was a little silly to even put Men and Women signs on the doors in the first place. How often did it leave someone standing there awkwardly, holding it in because the other person who needed to go at the same time happened have the same kind of genitals? It was especially awkward when a third person showed up who happened to have the opposite genitals, breezing right past candidate #2 toward relief. But, then, there really were people who weren’t comfortable using the same toilet as those opposite genitals, even if they weren’t in the room at the same time. It was a little harder to defend that position when a toilet was actually out of order and not just momentarily occupied or closed for cleaning. And, at the end of the day, it didn’t really seem very justifiable to complain about someone else having used a public toilet before you. That was kind of the premise of a public toilet, was it not? But ask enough people and someone would probably tell you that Troy should just wait until their next stop – or go find a tree to pee behind if he really couldn’t wait.
“That’d be awkward,” Lauren winced dramatically at the idea of him invading the women’s space, as though the shame of even being associated with such an act would be too much for her to bear. “Can’t you just wait for a little while?,” she asked. “I’m sure we’ll be able to find you somewhere to go after we’re through here—Every men’s room in town can’t be out of order.”
Under normal circumstances, Troy thought, he wouldn’t have doubted that last statement for a moment. The whole thing would’ve been a non-issue. But these weren’t normal circumstances. In Lauren’s fantasy land, it was entirely possible that every men’s room for miles around really was out of service at the same time. Still, he was determined to play along. If Lauren was even half as excited about this scenario as she’d seemed when they first talked about it, then it was worth sticking with. Compared to some of the other idiotic situations he’d gotten into trying to impress women in his lifetime, this one really wasn’t half bad. Some boyfriends were probably at art exhibits at this very moment, trying to feign interest in a banana duct taped to a wall. Or trying not to fall asleep in the middle of a seminar on the role of women in society during World War I. Lauren’s little the-men’s-room-is-closed fantasy was almost fun by comparison. She was interested in what was happening inside his pants. That was never a bad thing. And if he just loosened up and went with it, he had a feeling he could have some fun too, even if he would have preferred to have a wee first.
“Alright,” Troy couldn’t help but smile at that answer. He was dating an evil genius. She hadn’t argued that he couldn’t pee—just that a better opportunity could be expected shortly. If they’d been sitting in a real restaurant right then, even if the evening hadn’t been a pre-ordained scheme to make him wait, he very probably would have gone along with that argument. Sure, no one could really blame him for using the ladies’ room if he really had to. But if it wasn’t urgent then it was a fair point that it would be less awkward just to wait.
“So…,” Lauren tried to smile as she prepared to pivot the subject. To her frustration, her heart started pounding immediately. Just when she’d thought she had her nerves under control. But if it was going to happen, she had to say it. “I actually do have a little game prepared, if you’re up for it...”
“A game?,” Troy raised his eyebrow.
“Yeah, well... like you said…,” Lauren stammered a little, “the men’s room here is out of order.” Her hands shook a little as she pulled a slip of paper from her purse before continuing. “So I thought maybe we might go on a little scavenger hunt for the solution to your predicament – if… if you’re up for it.”
It was an altogether unfamiliar feeling for Lauren, being so flustered by the game. She normally thrived on diverting a gentleman in need away from the toilet. Somehow, though, hearing the words spoken out loud made her uneasy. It was fine to think it, or to sneakily manipulate events to try to make it happen. She could maybe even type it out in a text message if it was just some silly hypothetical. But to actually say it straight to his face that she’d constructed an elaborate game to make him hold it in… She actually might have felt less vulnerable if Troy were the one making her hold it in. Maybe they should have started with that. At least then she wouldn’t be making anyone suffer but herself. But it was too late to rewrite the script now.
Troy accepted the slip and examined it, a folded piece of paper with the number 1 written in the corner to indicate it was the first clue. Wondering just how many more clues might exist between him and relief, he read it quietly: A call-of-nature walk! Find and photograph one of each of the following: a bird, a squirrel, a teeter-totter, a porta-potty.
It was obvious to Troy where Lauren was directing him. There was a walking/biking trail starting in the neighborhood just across the street from Lauren’s building. In one direction, it led toward a park with a lake. He might very well find a squirrel or a bird there, but it had no playground—and its restrooms were of the permanent variety. Lauren was clearly angling to head in the other direction, which held more neighborhoods and a small playground where Troy might just find a teeter totter and a portable toilet system.
“Well...,” he breathed in as he sized up the situation. The dinner, the signs, the clues. He wasn’t sure exactly what he’d expected when he’d agreed to this night, but it certainly hadn’t been for Lauren to put this much work into it. If this was what an opportunity to explore her world looked like, though, then he wanted to take advantage of it. He didn’t have to go very badly, he reasoned. He could hold it for a while longer. “Fancy an evening stroll?,” he asked her, smiling at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.
“That sounds nice,” Lauren agreed, her voice still frustratingly betraying the nervous pounding of her heart. Who would’ve thought she’d be the one struggling with this scenario? But she had a plan, if she could just calm down and follow it. And, conveniently, although it had been intended more to toy with Troy than to give her a breather, that plan did give her a moment at this juncture to collect herself. “Let me just powder my nose before we go,” she blurted the words out in a hurry before slipping quickly around the corner, grateful for the escape from Troy’s scrutiny. Out of sight, she tried to breathe slowly and deliberately.
Troy didn’t think her little excursion to the ladies’ room sounded entirely fair, but Lauren had vanished from sight before he’d even had a chance to think about objecting. And, he reasoned, it was the men’s room that was out of order right now, not the ladies’, so it would have been hard to find grounds to object within the bounds of the night’s premise. Troy busied himself cleaning up the dishes while he waited, trying not to think too much about what Lauren was doing and he couldn’t. He really didn’t have to go that badly, he reminded himself. Just a little tingle between the legs. He’d gotten himself into worse situations than that before without any help from Lauren. And he was only as aware of it as he was this time because it was deliberate, because he already knew this time that he’d be waiting for a while longer when, ordinarily, he’d be telling himself that he’d get to go soon.
When he’d finished cleaning up, though, and Lauren still hadn’t returned, he sat back down. Five minutes later, with his girlfriend still nowhere in sight, he went to investigate. Rounding the corner, he found Lauren standing outside the bathroom door as though waiting for something.
“What’s taking?,” he asked.
“It’s locked,” she gestured toward the door.
Locked was an understatement, Troy quickly realized. It was padlocked from the outside.
“There must be someone in there,” she continued.
Of course there is, Troy thought. He could have pointed out that if someone were inside then they couldn’t have locked it from the outside, but it didn’t much matter. Either way, the ladies’ room was closed. And, either way, she’d just succeeded in stalling him. Leave it to Lauren to find a way to slow him down even more in a game that was already devised to slow him down.
“Maybe we should just go,” he proposed. “We’re losing daylight, and there’s no telling how long this might take.”
“Well, that’s disappointing,” Lauren frowned, still a bit overcome by nerves but managing to play the part she’d prepared. “I haven’t gone since my mid-day pee either.”
“Maybe that’ll be incentive to help me finish the scavenger hunt quickly,” Troy smiled.
“Alright, fair enough,” she agreed, giving her crotch a very brief squeeze as though that could somehow secure it for the long haul. “I’ll hold it in—but if this takes too long you’re going to have to help me find a ladies’ room somewhere.”
“What about a men’s room?,” Troy objected despite knowing full well that keeping him away from one of those was exactly Lauren’s design. He hadn’t expected the night’s game to involve going out in public while he had to piss. But if she was upping the stakes like that, he supposed, then he at least felt a little better with the idea that she had to go too. The more she needed to pee, the surer he could be that they would turn back home before he got into serious trouble. And the idea that she might be allowed to pee out there somewhere he couldn’t made him a little nervous.
For Lauren’s part, though, Troy’s trepidation completely sailed over her head. Her eyes were too busy lighting up at the more obvious implication of his question. “Do you need to go too?,” she asked without entirely thinking about it. Troy probably thought she was feigning naivete to toy with him, but it really was an honest response. It could take a long time to fill up a guy’s bladder sometimes, and—for as much as she wished she could read his thoughts—she really didn’t know how far along he was unless he clued her in. For as much as they’d been circling around the subject, asking what about his bladder had been the closest thing yet to an admission that it was at least starting to fill up.
“Well... yeah…,” Troy looked at her, trying to surmise whether she was being deliberately thick. “You know I didn’t go before I left work,” he replied.
“But you didn’t tell me you needed it,” she emphasized. “Your bladder’s already noticed you skipped your visit to the little boy’s room?”
Already? Troy bristled slightly at the implication that it was early for him to be complaining.
“Well…,” he searched for words. He’d certainly noticed he needed to go. But if this were normal circumstances, whether in her apartment or at the restaurant they were pretending it was, he supposed the truth was that he probably wouldn’t be making a thing out of it. Sure, he would’ve liked to hit the restroom before they left, but he wasn’t in any great distress. If he was being completely honest, he’d played it a little bit safe that day. He had his last pee at the end of his lunch break, exactly as promised, of course. But that lunch had been accompanied by less fluid than was truthfully his custom. More often than not, he drank a full can of pop with lunch, the caffeine giving him a boost of energy for the afternoon. He’d considered continuing that tradition today before ultimately opting for a smaller quantity of water instead. He could always drink more later, he’d figured, but there wasn’t really going to be an opportunity to backpedal if he overshot. And he remembered something that Lauren had said when they first started drawing up the plans for this crazy night, something about appreciating a gentleman who had drunk just a little bit more than he should have, a gentleman who had a fighting chance of keeping it all in.
So Troy settled on “a little bit” as his answer. He had to pee a little bit. And with any luck they’d be back before he had to pee a lot of bit.
* * *
Within about fifteen minutes, Lauren and Troy were in an almost totally different world from the hustle and bustle of campus. It wasn’t a true wilderness escape. You probably couldn’t find any land within fifty miles of their urban campus that was a complete escape from civilization. But these trails came close in most of the ways that mattered. Yes, the path was paved for most of its length, and you’d have been hard pressed to find anywhere along that length that there wasn’t at least one or two human-made buildings within sight. But it was the sort of place that, for stretches at least, surrounded a person with more nature than artificiality.
Lauren had chosen the trails to start the scavenger hunt mostly just to get Troy out of the apartment and away from any proper toilets. There had been something kind of sexy about the idea of taking him out amongst trees that she knew he’d like to water if he were allowed to. Somewhere public enough that he couldn’t be cavalier about whipping out his dick if he grew tired of the game – and yet at the same time with low enough traffic that, in a pinch, he could probably get away with it if she stood guard to warn him of anyone approaching. Or vice versa. After all, she’d just been denied a bio break herself. And it was an enticing idea. Her skirt would mostly save her from completely baring her ass to the world. And making Troy stand guard for her while he had to go himself would have been icing on the cake. Ladies first, right? But if she decided she couldn’t hold it anymore then that would make it too easy for Troy to do the same. And she wasn’t about to end the game so easily. Still, it was a fun thought.
And the fact that she was thinking fun thoughts was perhaps a pleasantly unexpected side effect of their foray into nature. Maybe the fresh air had calmed her nerves. Maybe being out in public made it feel more like an ordinary, impromptu game. Maybe she was just relieved that Troy had demonstrated himself to be such an amazingly good sport by actually joining her on this ridiculous little adventure with a smile on his face. Whatever the cause of her newfound serenity, though, she was really enjoying taking his bladder for a walk. She was excited to see how it would play out, having made a point of her not getting to pee either. Cast it as a challenge and most men will want to prove themselves. Surely Troy would want to show he could hold it longer than a girl?
As for the photography task, they’d encountered a bird before even reaching the trail, pecking at a french fry someone had dropped on the sidewalk near her apartment complex. So that had been one find down before they’d even properly started the hunt. And, sure enough, they crossed paths with not just one squirrel but two before they reached the playground. Troy took pictures of both for good measure, as though Lauren might try to somehow disqualify one of them. She played at being hurt by his distrust. Me, quibble over a technicality while my boyfriend needs to go pee?
When finally they reached the playground, it was vacant, either too late in the evening or too cold a day for anyone to be teeter tottering. Troy snapped a picture of the unused equipment, and then scanned the area. Lauren walked this path more often than he did. He had a vague recollection of seeing a porta-potty somewhere once, but he couldn’t remember where. Was it even this playground? Or was he thinking of a different one?
“Do you know where the porta-potty is?,” Troy asked her, very much aware that she was at least as likely to point him in the wrong direction as the right one.
“Aw, still need to go?,” she asked, as though finding it had been his idea. “Porta potties are so gross, though—maybe we should just wait until our next destination.”
“And where is that?,” Troy asked.
“You’ll get the next clue when you’ve taken the last picture,” she smiled.
Troy, meanwhile, was starting to feel like he would really like to start heading back to the apartment soon. It had been almost eight hours since he’d last peed, and he was starting to regret that beer with dinner. It was thankfully still not what he would call an emergency, but he really was fuller than he cared to be while out in public. And if he could find this fabled porta potty then then he was rather inclined to propose using it. Lauren could accompany him inside if she wanted to watch. He felt like he had enough fluid inside him to put on a pretty respectable show.
It didn’t take Troy long to convince himself, though, that there was no toilet - portable or otherwise - to be found at the playground itself. It was a relatively small place, surrounded by nothing but private residences. He supposed the usual users of the grounds would just pop back home before their bladders reached their limits. Maybe it was even a deliberate move to prevent crowds of visitors from far and wide. He fanned out his search, making a large arc to the edge of the neighborhood, where a busy street bustled with traffic.
It was there that he finally found it. A construction site, not far off from the entrance to the neighborhood. A portable toilet sat just inside a tall fence, locked at the gate to keep the general public from wandering inside. An inaccessible bathroom. And here he’d thought that Lauren was just going to reiterate that porta-potties were gross and they should wait a little longer. He took a picture to complete his assignment.
“Can you believe our luck?,” Lauren pouted. “We finally find a toilet, and we can’t use it.”
“I’m sure you’re very disappointed,” Troy said sardonically.
“Hey, you’re not the only person who only got to pee twice today!,” she shot back, rubbing her lower abdomen gently before pulling out the next clue.
“In the crowd at the ball game, a spectator has the knowledge you seek,” Troy read aloud, confused. He’d have known if there were any games on campus that day. “Where’s the game?,” he asked hesitantly.
“Follow me,” Lauren smiled.
* * *
To Troy’s relief, Lauren led him back to her apartment. It wasn’t quite the kind of relief that he really needed—the bathroom had not magically unlocked itself while they were away. But at least here no one but Lauren – the girl whose idea this whole thing was – would see him making a fool of himself. And for as much as they’d talked about her fervor for a gentleman with a full bladder, he was starting to feel a little ridiculous. He needed to piss. And he was a little unclear as to whether this game was even supposed to be winnable for him. But if it was then he didn’t want to disappoint Lauren on his premiere performance.
They were watching a video recording of one of her old high school softball games, from back before he’d even met her.
“They don’t have a restroom at these games?,” Troy asked her after a few minutes.
“I think there’s one right back there,” Lauren gestured toward the corner behind which lay the bathroom that they both knew full well was still marked out of order.
Troy didn’t bother with the charade of inspecting it. “I think I heard someone say it’s closed.”
“Aw, that sucks,” Lauren played along. “I can’t say I’m entirely surprised, though,” she continued. “I used to play softball here myself, and it was really frustrating. Sometimes the bathrooms were open and sometimes they weren’t. You see that girl, number eleven? I’m pretty sure she’s praying the game doesn’t go into extra innings.”
Troy saw the girl she was referring to, one leg crossed casually in front of the other. It was a little hard to tell from the home video, but he was pretty sure he was looking at Lauren herself. He wondered if she still had the uniform. He’d be curious to see if it still fit.
“But we don’t have to stay for the whole game,” Lauren continued before giving him a chance to comment on her attire, “I know you just wanted to get something from one of the other spectators – as soon as that’s taken care of, we can move on to more pressing matters.”
Troy tried for a time to extract some additional hint out of her as to what he was supposed to be watching for in the video before resigning himself to simply waiting attentively for it to come to him. He still needed to piss, but he was feeling more at ease about it in the privacy of Lauren’s apartment.
“So how long have you been into this kind of thing?,” Troy asked, taking the opportunity to peel back her layers a little further. She’d hung up a damned sign saying he had to hold his pee. If there was ever a time that she couldn’t go getting shy on him, this was it.
“Softball?,” she asked jokingly. “I mostly just participated because my friends were doing it.”
“You know what I mean,” he smiled back.
She did. “As long as I can remember,” she admitted after a pause. “There was this boy I used to hang out with, years ago. One time we’d been drinking pop and playing video games, and he mentioned that he had to pee. I tried to keep him playing the video game for as long as I could. And, when that failed, I remember trying to construct this game where we couldn’t leave the room because the carpet was lava. He didn’t really go for that either, though.”
“I can’t imagine why,” Troy chuckled.
“It’s too bad I didn’t know you back then,” Lauren smiled, running her finger down his chest. “You’re waiting much more patiently than he did.”
“It’s a good thing you dumped that slacker,” Troy joked.
“This other time,” Lauren reflected, taking another swig of beer, “it must have been my first week of college. There was this guy and this girl talking before class. It was, like, five minutes before class started and I heard him ask her if she knew where the men’s room was.”
“And naturally that got your attention,” Troy commented.
“Naturally,” Lauren agreed. “She didn’t know where it was, so he went to look for it,” she continued the story. “He came back a few minutes later, and his lady friend asked him if he’d found it, and he said no. He actually had a grin on his face while he said it. I don’t know if he was embarrassed talking about it or if he just genuinely thought something was funny.”
“What did she say?,” Troy asked.
“She just said ‘aww’. Really sympathetically too, like she wished there was something she could do to help.”
There was a pause in the conversation, giving Lauren a chance to reflect fondly on the memory.
“Maybe he thought it was funny how hard it was to find the men’s room,” Lauren speculated, laughing. “It actually was kind of ridiculous. There was a ladies’ room at one corner, clearly marked. They probably both knew where that one was, but of course he wasn’t allowed to pee in there because he has a dick. The men’s room, though, wasn’t right next to it – you had to go around some classrooms to find it. And the real kicker was that it wasn’t marked – the door was completely plain. The sign must have fallen off at some point.”
“How did you know where it was, then?,” Troy asked.
“I happened to be sitting in the hallway one day before class and I overheard one guy ask another where it was,” Lauren smiled. It wasn’t as interesting a memory, in that that gentleman hadn’t shown any signs of urgency, but the situation had certainly caught her attention. That bathroom had remained unmarked for at least a full semester. She wondered whether that situation would have been allowed to persist for so long if it had been a ladies’ room sign that had gone missing. Not that she was complaining, of course… If she’d been a little bolder, the lack of signage might have been a good excuse for her to “accidentally” wander in there and see what the guys were up to.
“And you didn’t feel obliged to share that information with the guy in your class?,” he asked.
“What was I supposed to do?,” Lauren asked, sounding at least halfway earnest, “Shout across the room to tell him what he should do with his dick?”
Troy had to laugh at that, although it did his bladder no favors.
“He held it through the 90-minute class,” Lauren continued the story. “And, naturally, when the class let out, I happened to be going in the same direction as him and his lady friend.”
“Naturally,” Troy chuckled.
“They went up a level, found yet another ladies’ room directly above the one from earlier. She actually went in there and left him to find the men’s room by himself. It didn’t take him long—the one on that floor had a sign. But, still… She’d acted all sympathetic earlier. You’d think after the poor guy had to wait another hour and a half she’d have at least pretended to be invested in finding him somewhere to go—instead of taunting him by demonstrating how much easier it was to find a girls’ room.”
“And you’d never never use the women’s room while I had to wait?,” Troy looked at her critically. He seemed to recall that happening once or twice in the time he’d known her
“I’ve been well-behaved tonight, haven’t I?,” Lauren pouted. “The ladies’ room wasn’t out of order when we were about to leave for our walk – I skipped it just so I wouldn’t slow you down.” Of course, in reality, Lauren had planned that little stunt exactly for the purpose of slowing Troy down – after teasing him with the idea that she could go and he couldn’t, that is. But it was kind of fun the way it flipped the game around on her, putting Troy in the position of saying this is a waste of time and can’t you just hold it. It was about time someone gave her a taste of her own medicine.
Troy was just about to say something in reply when the television caught his attention.
“Oh, by the way, Jim, I left that thing you wanted in your mailbox,” someone just off camera said to the cameraman.
Troy’s eyes flicked back to the screen, but that seemed to be the end of it. The game was playing as though nothing had happened. “Was that the clue?,” he asked, “in your mailbox?”
Lauren paused the video and shrugged. “Do you want to go find out?”
He did. And, after a minute or two of searching for Lauren’s “misplaced” mailbox key, the two were descending the stairs to the main lobby.
Troy felt vulnerable venturing back into a public space where anything could happen and anyone could see him, and the steps did his bladder no favors. It had been just over nine hours now since he’d last emptied himself. The situation reminded him of something Lauren had said in the car a couple months earlier. She’d gone an entire work day—probably about nine hours too—without peeing. She’d clearly been getting antsy, and it was one of the few times he’d ever known her to admit that she badly needed to go. He was starting to feel rather like Lauren must have felt on that occasion. To someone who really knew him, he was probably walking a little funny. He was getting to the point that he really, really needed to piss. And it was a little disappointing that Lauren was not yet exhibiting any of the antsiness he’d seen in the car that day. He’d known this night was going to culminate in his bladder getting this full, but he hadn’t expected Lauren to be filling up alongside him. It would have been easier, in a way, if she’d just peed when he couldn’t. With both of them holding, it made him look a little lame if he was having a full blown emergency while she was still fine. He was starting to feel like his performance wasn’t going to be very satisfying.
Lauren, for her part, was really starting to enjoy the show. It had been exciting, of course, sitting on the sofa with Troy, knowing he must have needed to piss. But getting him on his feet and walking around made it so much more salient. You could see it in the little ways he carried himself – a little slower, a little gentler, a little more methodical with each step. Sometimes it was hard to tell if a guy really needed to go. Sometimes Lauren would just have to wait and wonder if her game was working. But this was not one of those times. Troy really needed to go to the little boys’ room. And, even knowing that that was the name of the game, he was trying to downplay it. Boys were so silly sometimes. Maybe if they didn’t try so hard to deny it when they were in a predicament then someone would try to help them out of it.
As Lauren took in the sight, Troy slid the key into the mailbox and opened the little door. Sure enough, there was a package inside labeled number three. It was relatively small as packages went, but distinctly bigger than the smaller envelopes that had contained the clues up to this point. Something was up. Troy tore open and the package and found no note of any kind, just a rolled of fabric. He unrolled it, wondering if it contained the clue. But it was the clue.
Athletic shorts.
* * *
A couple minutes later, Lauren and Troy were back in the apartment and Troy had complied with his new dress code. Athletic shorts. Only athletic shorts.
Lauren had rather enjoyed watching him change – there was no men’s room, after all, in which he could find some privacy. So Lauren had been treated to the sight of her boyfriend completely naked as he stripped off his old clothes. The cold air must not have done him any favors, because he interrupted his fumbling with the shorts to curtsy slightly and wrap a hand tightly around his cock, dangling down from below his swollen abdomen.
It was like the pair of shorts she’d imagined him wearing on his ride home last weekend. Just stretchy enough and just tight enough to show the shape of his package clearly, to show exactly which way his penis lay trapped against his body. It rode up as he slid the shorts on. Lauren imagined him losing control in that position, a jet of piss shooting up from his waistband, barely missing his stomach before raining down to his feet. But Troy quickly adjusted it to the straight down position, curving over the front of his scrotum, before giving himself another squeeze. He didn’t think he’d ever had to piss this badly in his life.
“Don’t worry, it’s a walk in the park from here,” Lauren smiled as she handed him the last clue.
“A frog sits atop that which you seek,” Troy read aloud. That almost sounded too easy. Lauren had a frog figurine sitting next to a potted plant in the kitchen, a trinket from a vacation many years ago. Had the key to the toilet padlock been sitting underneath it the whole time? Troy made haste to find out.
Nearly delirious with the idea of finally being able to piss, he picked up the figurine. Nothing underneath. He flipped it over to inspect the bottom, hoping to find the key taped to the bottom, but again found nothing. Was there another frog somewhere in the apartment? He searched his memory, came up with nothing, and looked quizzically at Lauren.
Lauren just shrugged, although she couldn’t resist a smile as she did so. She'd never seen a guy struggle to wait while so scantily clad before. Men's clothes were always so baggy, with as many pockets as possible. Quite the opposite of most women's clothes, which usually seized every opportunity to show off their bodies, pockets be damned. But a girl could get used to this. Maybe she should pick out his clothes more often.
"I bought those shorts just for you, so I'd appreciate it if you could refrain from doing anything that might ruin them," Lauren teased.
Troy’s head whipped desperately around the room for any sign of another frog. “Babe, I have to piss!,” he exclaimed, his hand now permanently planted in place squeezing his dick, a small wet spot forming in the fabric hugging the tip of his penis. Lauren had won, she could hold it longer than him.
“So do I,” she shot back in her best this-isn’t-my-fault voice. “And if you could find the final item so I can go pee, I’d greatly appreciate it.”
Her bedroom, Troy thought desperately. Maybe there was another frog in her bedroom. He raced there as quickly as he could without pissing himself.
It was no surprise to him that the bedroom had a mural of a forest painted on its wall. He’d seen that many times before. But now there was a sign taped to the wall as well. “Cascade Gardens.”
Most surprising of all, though, was a new tree, of sorts, sitting right in the center of the room—with a cardboard trunk and trimmed newspaper for leaves. And near the base of that tree was a two-liter plastic bottle with a funnel secured to the mouth. A skinny shipping box provided a ledge a few feet above the floor to support the weight of that bottle in the event that it somehow grew heavier. And duct tape secured the whole construction together.
“That’ll do,” Troy started to pull out his eager member as he approached the funnel.
Lauren rushed between him and the tree. “This is a public park – you can’t just pull out your dick here!,” she whisper-shouted. “And I can’t exactly water the tree—what about me?”
Troy hesitated for a moment. This wasn’t the clue he was supposed to find. There was no frog here. But, frog or not, this piss was about to come out one way or another.
“I thought you were going to find us a bathroom where we can both go,” Lauren pouted.
“You could use the tree too,” Troy suggested, his hand alternately squeezing and massaging his penis. He was really starting to reach his limit.
“And let everyone see my butt?,” Lauren countered back.
“It’s a nice butt,” Troy shot back. He supposed he would have been less flip about it if they were really contemplating pissing in public, but he only had so much suspension of disbelief in him. And he had an awful lot of something else in him that wasn’t going to stay put much longer.
“I have to hold it until you find us a real bathroom…,” her voice trailed off. “You really can’t wait?,” she asked.
As if in answer, a spurt shot out of his penis, almost hitting Lauren as it arced through the air.
“Jeez!,” Lauren shouted as she backed away from the splash zone.
His target no longer blocked, Troy lurched again toward Lauren’s tree-funnel creation.
It came out in spurts at first. Some of it bounced out of the funnel.
“Easy!,” she shouted, “You’re making a mess.”
It was like that beach day all over again, maybe even more than that. Once Troy had got going, it seemed like he might never stop. And this time Lauren had an even better view of it than before. His member, normally so proud to be on display for her, looked different than ever before—suddenly small and fragile.
She’d seen guys pee before, of course. But it had always involved undoing a zipper, pulling out just enough of his equipment to fire off a stream, his hands blocking most of the view. And if peeing wasn’t the purpose, if a guy disrobed purely for Lauren’s benefit, then his little friend was usually already standing at attention, eager to get to the front line, as it were. But this little guy wasn't ready for duty. He hardly even seemed built for the same function. He actually looked like something you could pee out of. Soft and flexible, just a simple length of tube attached to the bulging abdomen above it, helpless to even do anything if his bladder decided to release its grip on the fluid.
When he finally finished, Lauren admired the full bottle. “Damn, you really did have to go.”
Troy smiled sheepishly. If he couldn’t outlast her in duration, maybe he could at least score some points for volume.
“You cheated, though,” she continued. “You didn’t find the last item – you took the selfish option where you get to pee and I don’t.”
Troy didn’t know what to say. “I couldn’t wait any longer,” he admitted, “I’ve never had to piss so bad in my life.” “Where was the last item?,” he asked.
Lauren led him back to the kitchen and to the frog that he’d examined and abandoned as a dead end. She pulled a butter knife from the kitchen drawer, nudged the frog over, and pried it between the floor boards. It came loose with almost no effort. She handed it to him.
Flipping it over, he found it: Taped to the bottom was a key that clearly went to the potty padlock. That just left one last mystery unsolved.
“How the hell are you still okay?”, he asked, “What time did you last pee?”
“About 5:30, I think,” she grinned.
"Are you telling me I had a five-hour head start on holding? What happened to holding it after midday?"
"I don't usually go during the day," Lauren explained sheepishly. "When I get home is when I let out my midday pee," she smiled a sheepish grin. "... And my afternoon pee. At the same time."
Troy looked as though he we're about to accuse her of cheating.
"I meant what I said, though," Lauren interjected quickly. "I'll try my best to wait until you find me a real bathroom..." She crossed her legs with a slight pout. "However long that might take…," she trailed off.
"You know," Troy looked back at her as though the idea of vengeance was growing on him, "I think that out-of-order sign has somehow migrated to the ladies' room." |
I found this:
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Full Control
By: rebeljaffa
Written on October 11th, 2012
I heard another snivelling noise and again the agitated tapping of her feet.
Turning to look at my **** I saw her pathetic stance, legs pressing tightly together, head bowed, a tear gently rolling down her flushed, sweating face. I checked out her *****. Earlier, she'd managed to hide the compulsory rip in her pantyhose by pulling her micro skirt down over and over. But now, in her agitation, it's ridden up and her puffed lips and the fuzz of her landing ***** are there to be seen. I won't ask her to cover it, her exposure amuses me. And this is why she's not allowed clothing over her *****. Some things are absolutely meant to be seen in public. Other matters are private and I hope she isn't about to cross that line.
"Try to look happy", I hissed at her. "I've taken you to all your favorite shops, I bought you a fine lunch and later on we're going out to dinner and to meet my friends. Why can't you just smile a bit and look up? You may speak".
Silence.
"What is it girl? You will speak".
I could read that look, knew she was summoning the courage to ask me the question. And even though I always recognised this moment arriving I always, always, played dumb.
"I-I...."
I sighed heavily and she paused. Then with a deep breath...
"I really really have to pee".
I glared down at her. She's only supposed to whisper that to me in private, and only then under certain circumstances. I hate anyone else in the world even knowing that she does pee, hearing the words even. Her pee is not hers, her bladder is not hers. They are mine. I own and control my pet's peeing entirely and she knows all too well what the rules are. Inwardly I smiled at the thought of how utterly desperate she must be to be risking my wrath by raising the subject to me in public, let alone without being asked. I wasn't showing my smile though. Rules are rules, after all.
"Come with me!" I hissed, taking her hand and leading her hastily from the mall towards the relative quiet of the parking lot. She tried to take small, mincing steps, but I rushed her along angrily and she gasped. Very unseemly, it seemed to me, to make those noises of discomfort where others might suspect she has a bladder full of pee, and I vowed to punish her for that later.
Somehow we stumbled down to my car.
"What the **** was that?" I asked her stonily. "You can't talk about peeing out in the open like that, and you know you can't!"
She looked at the floor and writhed, her legs waggling. "Keep still!" I barked out. "You are never, ever, ever to show your stupid pee need when we are out! You know the spankings and other punishments this leads to and I thoight we had this all clear. You may speak".
"Y-yes Master", she replied glumly. "But it's probably never been this bad, not ever, and I swear I'm going to explode!"
"I've done everything for you!" I snaped back. "I gave you some relief yesterday, AND I peed for you this morning, which is every bit as good! You're imagining a need and wasting time with this stupidity. You may speak, but think carefully first"..
"I know Master, you have been very fair as always, but there must be something wrong with me, I feel so very desperate....I know it's stupid and I'm wasting time..."
I sigh for effect again. I'm not all that angry really, because I'm getting a great desperation show. And, in fairness, ****'s bladder control has come on in leaps and bounds. She can contain herself now for over a day sometimes, almost two days if I really push her and ignore her tears. But I did push extra liquids on her over the weekend and, in truth, I acknowledge to myself that she must be absolutely frantic. I wonder if she's noticed my hardness? Probably not, as she's forbidden to look.
"We're going to be home in 8 hours or so, unless I drink and we have to sleep over with friends. It won't matter though. Peeing is for home only, whenever we get there, if we get there. I won't have you making a scene when we're out, so I'm going to ask you again, nicely, to sort out your feelings and hold it properly".
Looking up I saw my pet's hand hastily withdrawing from her *****. "Don't clutch yourself in public!" I gasped at her.
Pet looked panicked, sighing, bobbing, moving from foot to foot. I stared again at her ***** lips, and saw they looked shiny. I doubted it was pee. Pleasuring herself in public went into my mental list of today's misdemeanours. Why else would a stupid **** who peed yesterday need to handle the goods? I knew what she'd say, that it was to hold in her boiling liquid, but I'd be having none of that excuse when the spankings were being dished out.
My eyes roamed upward slightly and noted an ominous bulge in pet's abdomen. I was thinking hard. My **** was well trained and very motivated to please me. She'd willingly given me ownership of her body, her rights to (not) cover her ***** and mastery over her bodily functions. "It's definitely your bladder Master", she had smilingly told me when all this started. She had actually seemed relieved to hand over the decision making. Now she didn't have to wonder when to pee, whether to go here or there or at home. I decided when she needed to, and when she could.
I admired her superior strength over most women. Her resolve to contain it all at my whim. She knew inside that I was proud of her, loved her in my own way and would defend her. But she knew that I wouldn't say it to her like that and she had to keep working to please me and control herself to order. It suited her like that and it absolutely suited me to have a sex and bladder slave who would do anything.
Realism bit me this time though. Pet wouldn't make it. She was, after all, human and alive, and a prodigious quantity of drinks had been working through her system for over 20 hours. ****! I always hated giving her relief until I'd been able to get it up inside her or make her serve me in other ways and beg for it in private. But facts are facts - the pet **** wasn't going to make it and this wasn't a day to force her to wet herself in public. I'd have to give relief. But first, some fun.
"Ok pet, I can see you're pathetically unable to even last 24 hours for me", I sighed at her. "So here's the deal. I'll go for you again, even though it's a real nuisance to do this for you each day".
I stepped into the darker shadows behind the car. Seeing we had the floor to ourselves and, frankly, ignoring the CCTV, I unzipped and let loose against the concrete. I was pretty full, actually, and in our ongoing game I'd always argue that it was her fault for having to get me to **** for her. Because I carried it all and did the hard work, why did she always end up moaning?
I tutted at how much pee she'd "made" me carry, and turned to tell her so when I heard her gasp out at the forceful sound of my relief. My slave **** then bent double, legs pretzeled. I shook my last drops and zipped my **** back into my pants. Normally I'd have made her suck it clean, of course, but time was short.
"Stand up!" I ordered my pet. "I've just peed for us both so you must be fine now. I might have missed a little... but that'll get you through till the morning. Speak...".
Pet whimpered and placed a hand gingerly over her bulging belly. "Ohhh!" she whined. "I know you kindly pissed out my water Master, but...but... it still hurts!".
I smiled and walked over to my pet and wrapped her in a hug. "I know what it is", I said softly, "your insides just ache because they still think that YOU ****, where really it's ME!".
My **** nodded meekly.
"Tell you what", I said kindly, "I'll give your belly area a little massage and we'll find a you some water in the car to soothe you".
Now pet was just looking at me blankly. She knew how this was going to play out but this was how we did it.
My hand strayed to the area where pet's bladder, my bladder now of course, was pulsing urgently. Then I began a slow massage which brought instant gasps of shock from my poor desperate bladder slave. I deliberately misinterpreted the sounds of course! "Yes yes, that's helping isn't it? Here, I'll do it some more..."
My hand pressed hard into pet's abdomen and I heard it, instantly, a pattering on the floor. Ah! I pressed again and then again, as pet let three long bursts of **** loose from her quivering, swollen *****.
"Seems like your body still hasn't quite learned that you pee through me now pet", I told her with an air of sympathy and understanding. "Never mind, those are only residual traces of pee and I'm sure that once you've drunk that liter you will feel much, much better".
Pet knew better than to release the ocean of pee still corked in her belly and as far as I was concerned, it didn't exist. And that was our way. If I denied the pee was there then to all intents and purposes, it wasn't.
"We might as well leave here now", I said. "We can get some drinks in before dinner is served if we get to the restaurant early. It's a good drive, so let's go. Oh... and that relief will do you for the night. Don't you DARE show any silliness to our companions tonight. I've peed for you and emptied your silly dribbles out. There is NO MORE PEE in there, so forget it!".
I made my hugging more tender, rubbing her neck and back soothingly. I kissed her hair, her face, her tears. Then my hand eased low again. Without warning I slid a finger between her slick lips then curled it up into her, encountering an almost solid mass behind her front wall which I dug into mercilessly. **** groaned and screwed up her face in agony. I felt her pulling away urgently but I held her with greater strength, my finger tip buried into the mass. Then I withdrew saying, "Yup. Nothing left in there now. You're empty my lucky pet". My bladder **** turned her face up towards me me with a faraway look in her eyes - try as I might I still can't tell you if it was a look of love, fear, urgency, or bliss. I'll go with a mix of all four. Then she walked to the passenger door with all the composure she could muster and a resolute expression came over her face.
She was going to please me that night or die trying. She'd better!
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Maybe another find?
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No Restrooms (Fictional)
By: bes31
Written on June 17th, 2013
In the hotel room, Nicole Park desperately waited for the toilet, her friend, Mary, Mary Taylor was in there brushing her teeth as Nicole silently waited. She hadn't peed in ages, and the alcohol that she consumed at the club wasn't helping. She held herself. She also remembered how tired she was, and she decided that she desperately waited, she would rest her eyes on the bed.
Nicole put on the third dress, a green sun dress that was a little too large for her. She was in a mall dressing room, blank brown walls and a small door. She started to notice that it was a little too large, she liked it though show she took off the dress, revealing she was wearing a black blouse and miniskirt, she went to find a smaller version.
When she noticed the pressure inside her, it took her back. She had to pee like a race horse, and she just noticed this. She looked down and saw an incredible sight, her bladder bulging so much it was visible through her blouse. This wasn't an issue, she knew this store, and it had a restroom in the back.
She started walking to the back, forgetting about the dress. She wasn't desperate, just full. She walked steadily to the back to where the restroom was. She started to wish for relief, though she had only been feeling this for a few seconds, she wondered how much more she could take. Her walk turned to a briskful walk.
After only a few seconds, she got to the back of the store. And walked to the restrooms. She looked at the men's restroom, kept walking and turned onto the woman's restroom.
Blindly, she walked to where the stalls were.
"Excuse me miss." A voice spoke, it must be for someone else.
"Excuse me." She turned, and saw a man with a heavy brim mustache looking at her. "Do you need help." She looked around, it was an office.
"No, I just entered the wrong door. Sorry." She quickly exited the awkward situation. Odd, she knew that that was the door to the woman's room. It didn't matter, she had to pee. She exited and looked through the hallway, there was the men's bathroom, the office and another office. Odd.
Nicole looked another time, there was no ladies room, certainly odd. She gave up and decided to find another restroom. As she left though she caught the eye of Mary.
Mary had long brown hair, unlike Nicole's black hair. She had a rounder, softer face with a worse complexion. She was wearing a long white dress, one she always wore.
"Hey." Mary spoke. Nicole noticed something strange about her as well. She was bending her knees swiftly, biting her lip as well. She also needed the bathroom, but worse. She looked pregnant almost, but she was making no word of it.
"Hey, have you seen a restroom anywhere?" Nicole asked, she figured the answer would be no.
"A what?" Mary responded, this left Nicole confused. How could she not know what a restroom is.
"A toilet."
"Don't be absurd." Mary laughed. She was bent over, her hands in her crotch. Nicole was starting to feel like she was about to too.
"I need to pee!" Nicole yelled.
"We all do, you idiot." Mary responded. Nicole looked around the room, every girl looked the same, hands in their crotch, some lying on the ground.
Mary walked out of the store with Nicole and suddenly they were in a car together.
"What is going on!" Nicole yelled. "I need to pee, you need to pee, what is happening."
"You don't remember. Women are banned from urination, act 32 of the constitution." A look of horror sprung across Nicole's face.
"Why?" There was no answer. She lifted her miniskirt and began to rub herself. "So how many times have you urinated?" Nicole asked.
"Never. 18 years and counting." Mary spoke. A billboard flashed by depicting helper to prevent urination. "You've been going for 18 years as well." She felt her bladder, almost at its extreme.
Suddenly, the car got into the drive way and Mary was out, Nicole followed. They entered the house and got settled. Both still holding themselves.
"I'm going to go take a nap, you can hang out." Mary exited the room. Nicole was by herself.
"This is ridiculous." She spoke to herself. The pressure continued to worsen. None of this made any sense to her. All she knew is that she had to pee.
Nicole waddled over to the corner of the room, she wasn't worried that someone would stop her. She lifter her miniskirt, rolled down her panties. And without a second thought, she began peeing.
When the first drop of urine hit the ground, the door got smashed in. It was a police officer.
"Immediately stop, or you will be killed." the police officer yelled in an oddly aggressive manner. She reacted out of fear and stopped. "Put you hands in the air." Nicole did. Mary ran into the room, freaking out, yelling.
"You have disobeyed act 32 of the constitution. Private, get the juicer in." The juicer was what it sounded like, a massive water tank, connected to a tube. The police officer grabbed the tube and lodged it up Nicole's urethra. Nicole's body started to quiver as she worried about what she was going to experience. And then she was juiced.
Gallons of water entered her bladder. Every drop increased the pain by a little bit, until it was unbearable. Her bladder became completely full, but it kept going, and going, and going, and going. Nicole fell to her knees.
She couldn't understand this feeling. Her stomach became fat with every gallon pumped into her. She felt a mix of three feelings, one the pain of her bladder being stretch to in-normal amounts, in burned in agony, secondly the total pressure and weight, she guessed it was like 15 pounds of water inside of her, she could barely move. Her body begged to push out the water, but every try was just met by more water pumping the urine back in, thirdly a feeling of wicked pleasure. She had never felt so wonderfully full, so incredibly wonderful before. Every gallon felt better, but it didn't stop.
It kept going, and going, and going and going until...
Pop...
Nicole opened her eyes, it was just a dream. There was no restrictions, no juicers, no need to pee. She got confused, but she needed to pee like nothing else in the world. Then she realized that her urine was still in the bed with her, but it had found a new home, with her sheets.
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I found also this one:
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Hold It All!
By: rebeljaffa
Written on April 29th, 2013
* WARNING: Contains fetish themes of bladder control, breath play, male domination and just one twisted up view of a relationship - just how you like it! *
Stupidslut's Torment!
5:18. I paced impatiently, awaiting her return. She'd sent me a text at lunchtime, asking if I
would run down to her office building with the key to her locking chastity belt, so that she
might relieve her already full bladder, but I'd told her that this was to be a "no" day. I
must've forgotten to mention that at breakfast when I had told her she looked a little "dry" and
insisted she drank more coffee and juice.
I'd received a sad face in response to my "no" and a further message to the effect that she was
really straining for a pee today rather earlier than was usual, but to be honest I'd been waiting
for her to have an "off" day with her bladder "schedule" so I could try some more extreme play.
The chastity belt she wore most days I once again offered up yet a prayer of thanks for, as I
considered once again all the possibilities that this device had opened up for our games. Once
we had learned that you actually can buy a discreet belt that locks and covers the *****
completely and tightly enough that to pee without removing it would cause utter disgrace, I was
able to let my deepest perversions run free. And she loves it. She may whimper, she may call
me names under her breath here and there, she may ache and suffer and the chafing can be a *****
- but she loves it!
I wondered if she might someday break the belt out of desperation, but she would know better, I
hoped, than to ruin it. 100 bucks isn't a fortune, I suppose, but enough of my money that I'd be
sadistically mad. I really did admire her bladder control. She usually made it with few or no
leaks through a working day, even if her bladder was bulging obscenely as the afternoon wore on.
Later though she often had to survive my torments and I wasn't into going easy. She doesn't have
the biggest bladder but certainly not the smallest. What she does have is a devotion to me and
to our lifestyle and utter willpower to succeed with meeting my demands. The girl can really hold
it, is what I'm saying. There were days, obviously, when she got to pee more. I didn't need it
my way absolutely all the time, although strictly it was still my way as I decided when to be
less strict. But she knew she had to be ready to not pee when I felt the need to enjoy her
fullness and she never let me down.
Stupidslut, for all her intelligence, talent and ability to make it alone, had nonetheless signed a
contract binding her to please me, satisfy me, become my sexual property. I suspect I am really
here to please her just as much, but she always says the contract and the feeling of being owned
and obligated to total submission are as important to feeding her desires as they are to mine.
5:23. I knew it would be any moment and I peered out of the upstairs window hoping to glimpse
her, wanting to see her demeanour in the street with what had to be a crushingly full bladder and
the leather belt rubbing her *****. She'd be wet, I knew, aching and full and desperate, so
painfully desperate, but wet, wet, sopping wet. Probably dying to get a finger or two in there,
I chuckled, knowing that my pet loves to ****** first even if her bladder is screaming like the
end of the world. I trusted she'd not be disappointed, but not yet. I had plans today.
And there she was! Actually looking quite composed, though I laughingly wondered what her work
rate and quality had been like as the afternoon went on. I noticed she had a very resolute
expression, her "desperate face" as I called it. Lips set tight, and even from a distance I could
see her eyes set determinedly ahead, narrowed. Close up they'd look so sexy, a window deep into
her physical torment, bu with hints of lust and arousal. We please each other so much, though I
have the easier end of the deal physically. I often wondered if I could tolerate being
controlled the way that she welcomes from me and have decided that I could not. But neither
could I accept a partner who did not have her desires and ready compliance. I'm lucky to have
her. We're both lucky.
I wondered how lucky she felt as she bend forwards and paused at our gate, doubtless feeling a
bladder cramp, an urgent, almost irresistable urge to void her boiling pee. I imagined she'd been
feeling this on and off, then constantly, then terribly, for hours. I was hard and ready at the
thought. I'd have been happy in many ways to simply roll her there and then, to grab her as she
enetered the house and have her. And she would have loved that. Perhaps I'd have taken her
violently on any other day, just lifted her skirt, undone the belt and rammed my **** home all in
seconds flat. There are so many things I can do and she accepts them all. But I wanted more
today and I would need self control.
God she's beautiful. Always her face and her eyes are to die for and any red blooded man,
sadistic or not, kinky or not, would be proud to look at her and say to himself or others: "She's
mine!". But to see her now, biting her lip, looking around slightly as she fumbles on the
doorstep for her key, to know that she's not only mine, but mine to control, to torture with the
cruel pressure of urine, to live my deepest fantasies with.... The feeling is powerful,
emotional, and I almost feel a tear or two forming. I love her, I love her so much. I'm going
to hurt her.
Stupidslut? She invented that. Somewhere in the years since giving me her bladder to own she's
become even more kinked and seems to have adopted that name for herself. Stupid? Don't ever let
yourself think that. Warped? Definitely!
So here she is home, as I peer down from upstairs, watching her as she's stepping from foot to
foot outside the door I could have left unlocked but didn't. Again, she's not stupid, and looks
up to where she guessed I'd be at the window. I smile and blow a kiss. She half laughs at me
but then bends her knees, and presses her hands between her thighs, brow furrowed, pleading. I
make a face and shrug, then point down and mouth "Just a minute!".
Walking very slowly, slowly, slower, I approached the door. I could hear her whimpering even
through the insulation. The neighbours never comment but sometimes they must puzzle about us. I
open the door and stand blocking it. She's breathing and fidgeting. God she must be desperate as
hell and I'm so horny now I could explode too. Awww ****, I can see her bladder bulging through
her smart office clothes. Hell yeah! I love you woman!
She hops a little and finally speaks... "Please?!"
I reach out my arms for a hug and pucker my lips to kiss her. She gingerly complies as I hold
her, then asks, "Can I come inside at least?" I can feel her bobbing with need and I do indeed
pull her into the house and shut the door. One lovely thing about Stupidslut, she won't ever,
EVER, make a break for the toilet without my permission. Oh sure, you've read her accounts of
occasionally slipping some **** into a cup during the night, and I suppose she does. But
essentially, she obeys and today is no exception. That she has to **** like two racehorses is
obvious, as her body tenses and bobs and her breathing wobbles. The air around her feels
desperate, even. But she stands there clenched up and waits for me as I close the door, she does
not push towards the bathroom and again I marvel at her willpower and her desire to be perfect
for me. What must it be to have to urinate so badly that every second exceeds one's willpower,
and yet to be so disciplined that one still stands where required, staying in place, knowing that
it is absolutely what must be in this relationship! She amazes me, my goddess. Not that I'll be
gushing that poetry at her for now. No, this will be a lesson in obedience and torture. She
will not take care of her needs ahead of mine.
Seconds pass and how they must tick so slowly for her! Finally I break the silence where only
her tense breathing could be heard (I know she wants to whine and moan and dance and grab
herself, but she knows the rules and simply stands with legs slighly awkward, thighs close, bent
a little, bobbing, lips set tight in an effort to suppress all those longing to be free noises.
She can't breathe levelly, it's as if each breath presses on her bladder and she is only taking
air because she simply must. I'll be looking at that today as well). I find myself smiling at
her, remembering the time she DID make a break for it, almost beside herself with desperation,
perhaps less well trained early in our relationship. I'd dragged her across the house by her
ankles as she clawed at the carpet, like some scenario in a cartoon. As we struggled against
each other, small jets of urine actually flew out from her ***** and earned her the spanking of a
lifetime. She'd learned from this, though it also amused me to consider that she enjoys the
punishments as much as anything else sometimes and that finding really unpleasant punishment for
a girl like this wasn't easy. I still think that all of the sadism I've dished out so far has
only fuelled her lust and I'm unsure what I could do that would turn her off. Doesn't stop me
calling it punishment or from enjoying administering it as such.
Now she stands, looking at me with the look I know so well, beside herself with pee need but
totally obedient. I gently touch her hair, her face, and I kiss her again, more of a lover's kiss
than before and she responds, but is finding it hard to regulate her breathing at the same time
and to my delight struggles a bit needing more air. I'm in THAT mood, her straining to hold it
and wriggling also from breathlessness is the perfect storm I need and I'm going to make it
worse.
I pull away and open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of fresh water and opening it. I thrust it at
her - "Drink". She looks at me with an "Are you nuts?!" expression (maybe I am), but I say
calmly: "It's hot, you're sweating., We agreed you need to hydrate more, take this and be
happy!".
The joy of watching a sexy girl put a bottle to her lips, knowing as she does that she IS
thirsty, that she DID stop drinking at lunchtime, that even though she HAS to pee, ****, **** she
MUST take in water... the torment and conflict written across her being as she sips the liquid.
But she was clearly dying for a drink and she can't help herself. With absolutely nowhere left
to store water later she still takes it in, slowly at first, then in several gulps. I am
grinning and aroused. As she takes the bottle from her lips she pee dances on the spot.
"Why are you doing that dance?" I ask innocently.
"Because I really have to pee!" Then, hanging her head sheepishly she adds: "Master".
Ah! So, no time to play coy and pretend she doesn't have to go, and have me discover it and all
those other playful aspects we like to use. Nope. This time she's gone for the direct approach,
not trying to hide what is so very evident, hoping that I'll just get on and do what I'm going to
do so she can earn some relief, sweet blessed relief.
I look her up and down, blindingly aware that she's frantic inside, ready to burst. It's okay, I
can live with what I'm about to do because I know she'll also be wet with arousal. Does she know
what is coming? Can she see I'm horny, that I'm hard? I know it shows, I'm trying to look calm,
but...
I decide to be as direct as she was. "No. You pee too often, don't hydrate enough - all in all
you need better discipline! I'll bet your bladder isn't even full!"
My Stupidslut gasps and looks at me with wide eyes. I don't know if she saw this game coming, but
she ought to have! ""B-But..." she stammers and then just looks at me with a pained expression
that sort of says "Can't you see I'm ******* bursting?", but she falls silent and simply bobs up
and down, grunting a little.
"Discipline!" I repeat, and reach down to feel her abdomen. She winces as I probe and, **** me,
it feels like there's concrete in there! Solid. Bursting. Really, really bursting.
"Empty!!" I declare, with sadistic glee. "Drink up!". I take the bottle and force it to her
mouth, tipping it. She hesitates with the mouthful so I pinch her nose and she swallows. "Finish
that bottle" I order and later on I'll see if your bladder actually has anything in it! I really
don't know what your game is, it's like you lied to me at lunchtime about wanting to ****. You
come home with a soft, empty bladder and make all this fuss about having to go pee! I'm really
angry that you would try to trick me into thinking you were doing what I like. Somehow you must
have gotten around the chastity belt... I'm really thinking you need some punishment tonight!".
I rant on and Stupidslut looks anguished, worried. I think she's holding a good litre and a half
in that "empty" bladder, but ****, I'm going to do my thing and tough!
I lift her chin and smile down sweetly. "Tell you what", I reason. "If you're empty now, it's a
good bet that in a couple of hours this water will give you 300 ml or so in your bladder! So -
at around 8 I'll let you release some of that, maybe 200 ml, and the rest can stay in for
training."
She opens her mouth to protest and I break in quickly - "Look! Anyone can hold 150 ml of ****!
Don't start whining! I mean it babe - DON'T!!"
She looks agitated but fights to calm down. I can see her thinking, if she pleases me quickly
she can ****. She just wants to ****. I know she'll be horny too but really she just wants to
****. Gotta ****. The body coming down to it's basic nature, animal, **** need.
I continue: "You look very hot sweetie! I'll run you a bath and we'll go from there". I can see
her groan inwardly. A bath! Jeez... I take her hand and lead her upstairs to the bathroom,
probably a lot faster than a nearly exploding with **** girl should walk but that's how it is.
I put the plug in the bath and turn on the taps. I kiss my Stupidslut and start peeling the
clothes from her sexy sexy body. As I reveal her **** I have to gasp, they always get me so.
Gorgeous! But I'm resolute in what I am doing, despite allowing my hands to slide over the flesh
and enjoying her nipples hardening under my palms as I brush them. The chastity belt I leave for
now. She's not getting in the bath yet!
I check the temperature as the bath slowly fills as I need it bearable, not too hot. I smile at
her and say: "You need obedience training. Kneel down next to the bath with your head over the
side". She hesitates, she really does, but then starts to move. I take her hair and pull her
downward, not too rough but enough to assert my control. As she reaches a kneel I can hear her
gasp. Looking down I see her abdomen, the bowling ball of a bladder, compressed into her thighs.
I push her head lower, just above the rising water. "I'm going to get you some wine to drink and
some nice towels. Hold THIS position, do not raise your head whatsoever until I get back!". She
knows what this means. I've not really made her hold her breath before, but I've told her of
this desire I have. As I leave the room, she's inhaling as the rising water hits her face.
I reckon she can go a minute to one thirty. In three minutes the water will be on the floor so I
won't go too far. I really just want to confirm her obedience, that she'll try as hard as
humanly possible even if I aren't watching. I've got the towels and wine in about fifty seconds.
I walk very softly to the bathroom doorway and take a look.
Stupislut's shoulders are shaking and there are little pulses in her ribs. She's dying to breathe
I can see and I'll let her... in ten seconds or so. **** she is obedient! I can hear little moans
in the throat and her hands are gripping and tapping at the bath panel. "Hold on sexy!" I think,
"Just hold out for me..." As she starts to shake more violently I tap her shoulder and tell her
to raise up.
With a whoosh of an exhale and a gasp for new air, she rises. She looks flushed, though the warm
water will do that anyway, and her things are scissoring as she kneels there.
"Okay sweetness! In the bath eh!" I say and she gingerly complies, though with much trepidation
as all this water, this moving is utter bladder torture for her. I stop her as her feet are in
the water. "Oh! The belt! Best remove this! **** - where's that key?" She rolls her eyes but
then catches my warning look. "Right, on your knees with your *** in the air. Keep the leather
dry! Head down, right down into the water, and I'll get the key!".
Stupidslut hesitates and just looks at me like she has no idea how to continue. "Do it!" I cry
and I pull her hair till she drops forward in the bath. I place a hand under her poor abdomen
and push up to keep her *** high. "Hold that position!" I bark. Then I tell her, "Deep breath,
now head down!". She breathes in hard and goes under.
I make rummaging noises in the wrong places for a time before picking up the key and returning.
Whan I do, my **** is frothing desperately, her body a pulsing, spasming mess of pee and air
desperation. For a moment I'm tempted to see what she'll do when she just can't wait any longer
to breathe, but I decide to save that and I pull her head up, allowing her to frantically suck in
fresh air.
"Good good!" I praise her. "Good thing you aren't doing that full of ****!" I mock and she just
looks downcast. I take the key and finally unlock her leather, pulling the chastity belt off her
sweaty flesh. She sinks back into the water and I allow it, happy just to see up between her
legs. She has a sensationally attractive *****. You'd think they're all the same, but some do
just seem to please my eye more. Hers has all I could want from a *****. I told her once that
if I had designed woman's parts I'd have come up with hers. She liked that and I swear
I could look at her hole all day every day.
And when a ***** is fighting a massive **** urge it looks so... There aren't easy words. The
tension shows, it looks even more fuckable. Tight.
I ramble but she captivates me. Watching her fight the needs of her body is endlessly pleasurable. Why breath play? I think it's similar to pee holding. The body must do certain things. Most of these can be delayed to some degree, for a certain amount of time depending on our abaility to override and ignore urges and discomforts. She must eat - she can endure hunger for hours or possibly days. She must pee - she can endure a full bladder for quite some hours. She must breath - she can fight that too, but the effect is much more compressed for a quick fix. I don't have to wait hours to get her struggling, it just takes a minute.
As she lies there I can't resist running my hand up her thigh to her *****, which even in the water I can see is loose and wet with desire, despite her sphincter's desperate clench. As I reach her lips though she grabs herself, like a desperate child in the playground - "Oooh! Oooh!".
I slap her hand away and she complies, but her legs are opening and closing. "Is the water too hot for your *****?" I ask, still pretending ignorance. She shakes her head, then whispers, "I know you don't believe me sir, but I'm really desperate to pee. I'm so bursting..."
"Don't be stupid!" I tell her. "I checked you! Look, I'll check again!" - and with that I thrust two fingers into her ***** and curl them upwards into her inner bladder wall. **** gasps and cries out "Oh I must ****!!". "Bullshit!" I counter and press my other hand to the front of her abdomen, just over her landing *****, at the base of that mightily rounded bulge that I know is bladder and she knows I know! I press hard until I can feel the fingers inside. She cries out, "Please! I really am full, so so full master!". I release the pressure and scratch my head as if contemplating some scientific formula.
"Hmmmm. Maybe there's a little bit of pee in there after all", I concede. "Not very much though. Not enough for you to really need the toilet like you say you do. This could be caused by dehydration, you know. Lack of water making your bladder irritated and feeling full when it isn't. Maybe if you drink another bottle and perform some obedience tests for me, you can pee some, as you seem convinced, wrongly, that you need to".
"Please! Yes!". She grasps onto this lifeline. Anything.
I pass her water. She drinks. "More!". She drinks.
I catch her eyes on my bulge. "Yes", I acknowledge. "I'm turned on. You look good and even though your bladder is almost empty, it is bulging from phantom pee need. If you obey me and help me get off, you can have that silly little pee you seem set on". **** nods, eager to get on.
"Play with yourself" I order. "Put your legs up on the sides and show me your *****, rub it, pull it, open it. Do it!"
With a look of fire in her eyes, my desperate Stupidslut opens her legs wide, against all the urging in her tortured, solid, massive, churning bladder, and starts to give me a sex show, pulling her **** around for my pleasure.
I unzip and start stroking, standing tall over the bath, watching her holding her **** while obscenely wanking her bursting ****.
I have pressure of my own but I'm not ready quite yet.
"Go under!" I hiss. "Put your head under, keep wanking yourself - and DO NOT SURFACE FOR AIR UNTIL I ***!".
With fearful eyes, she inhales like there's no tomorrow and slips low into the bath until her face is under. Scared or not, I swear she rubs herself harder and I do the same to my ****. But it's always the struggle that finishes me. I am caught on the edge of ******* but it won't happen until she is desperate, strained. Time passes, I estimate a minute, and the look on her face suddenly changes. ****! I see it now, the urge in her lungs transfered to her expression, a sudden tension that, now it's started, will mercilessly hold her and strengthen until she... well, breathes or drowns I guess.
I stroke, stroke, stroke myself. Not yet! She's looking desperate now, her lungs surely heaving beneath her amazing ******* and I arouse myself further by imagining the fire building in there, invisible, yet written onto her screwed up face. She wants air, needs air. ******* needs to breathe but she will not let herself breathe BECAUSE OF ME AND MY POWER!
I look at her contorted face as her chest jerks and her hands blur in a frantic motion, half rubbing her *****, half holding it to keep her water in. Then, **** me, she presses on her bladder! All that torment and she presses it HERSELF!
That's it.
MY **** jerks and *** shoots into the water, to the top of her head, then floating over her face. She rises, screaming in ******, ***** on her as she surfaces through my white milk. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" she cries and we ride our own waves....
I have to sit, slump... Then I look at her, as she grabs herself urgently, desperate for a **** after orgasmic release. Finding my strength and my legs, I ease myself up and reach in the cupboard to find a jug.
"You can fill this one, then pinch it off" I offer. My **** isn't soft. I could put it up her right now. I hand her the jug. It holds 200ml, and she looks horrified. She gets into a crouch and holds it under her twitching *****. Pee jets out instantly, thundering into the jug. She looks down, dismayed to see that it is almost full after mere seconds, her pee still at the full force of desperation. Groaning in agony she pinches it off and I climb into the bath. Bending her forward I slam my still ready **** right up her sexy hole, pee still trickling out of her. I thrust forward as she moans, "Can't hold it! Can't hold my ****!". I silence her by shoving her head into the water, as I **** hard against her bulbous, full, sexy, trained bladder.
I love my Stupidslut!
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warning: there is explicit nudity.
this story is actually a route of our first twine story! in the twine game, there are 5 endings, random chances for big and little accidents, and some character creation (swimsuit, name, pronouns). if youre interested in that you can download it here! https://mega.nz/file/AoU2iRiY#9VXfPbsPo05KJgvx1MSLlT0r0JKz5V7Z4uVPI2mObOE (the password is my name, veloxin)
the characters age is whatever you want because it isnt mentioned, and you can make the character different in the twine game, but this version of the character is the "canon" one.
also you can see my english is not so good... so thank my partner for the much better english! without her this story would be so stupid! ❤️
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The warmth of the sun shining down on your glistening tan skin, the comfort of the warm ocean waves gently crashing on your legs, the sand on your feet, the happy smiles of your friends and family surrounding you… would all be a lot nicer if you weren’t so distracted.
“Hey Alea, are you feeling alright?” one of your friends asks.
“U-Uh… n-not really… I’m gonna rest a bit…”
“Okay. Do you need anything?”
“N-No, I’ll be fine…” you say with a shy wave as you turn to walk away.
You don’t want to let your friends find out… but you really need to pee. What kind of public beach has no toilets?! You don’t know what to do… but you’re on your way to where you set up the beach chairs, laying down will probably help.
You feel extra pressure on your bladder as you sit to lie down, making you notice that your bladder is more full than you thought… but the pressure is relieved when you lay down. Your swimsuit has never felt so tight before.
Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to wear your old school swimsuit… it’s going to be a challenge to pee with this… People can probably see the outline of your pussy, the stress made it swell a little… there’s no hiding it, especially if you have an accident…
You look around, hoping to see a bathroom magically appear… but unfortunately, nothing. Maybe there are some… empty bottles? You can’t believe you’re really thinking about peeing in a bottle, but… well, there are none anyway.
The beach is so crowded… so you can’t pee in the sand either…
What are you thinking?! Why would you even think of that?!
Maybe you should just take the long walk back to the car… there was some kind of food store over there, they probably have a toilet you can use…
As if on cue, you feel your groin start tingling as you think about that. On second thought, you don’t think you would make it all that way…
Your bladder is full… you really wish there was a toilet nearby.
Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder, which startled you so much that you yelped and almost leaked.
“You alright?” says a girl’s voice.
Before you respond, she walks around into your view and waves happily. “Hi! What’s your name?”
“Uhh… i-it’s Alea… y-yes, I’m fine…” She’s cute… she looks your age, but a bit smaller than you…
“Then why are you holding your crotch so tightly, Alea?” she asks you with a big smug grin.
You jerk your hands away from there and blush. “U-Um…” You can’t get any words out after that, especially after you notice her staring right at your crotch, still grinning. Suddenly you feel naked under her firey eyes… what if she sees the outline of your slit? You wish you were wearing a less tight swimsuit…
“Looking for the toilet?” she asks.
You nod silently.
"Want to hear a secret?"
You hear a quiet hiss… oh my god, is she…?
“You’re already in the toilet!” she whispers, her eyes lowered, seemingly enjoying herself.
She’s really wetting herself right in front of you, in front of everyone! What is she thinking?! Is this really okay with her?! Does… anyone else care?
You look around frantically, worried that someone might be looking and judging you because of this girl wetting herself next to you, and… several people are looking… and they don’t care? Is this… okay? Is this normal here?
You can’t help but look at the girl… watching her pee streaming down her light brown skin… listening to the trickling… noticing the small spot on her crotch that’s wet and shiny, unlike the rest of her dark blue one piece swimsuit.
Suddenly she pulls the crotch of her swimsuit aside while she’s still peeing, flashing her smooth pussy at you and causing her pee stream to splash loudly against the sand, getting her feet wet… you blush brightly and cover your eyes.
“Ehehe… caught you staring!” she says in a singsong voice. “Don’t be embarrassed, everyone does this here!” She slowly sways her hips a little bit, spreading her stream of pee around the sand, digging a little moat with it… sometimes she ends up peeing directly on her own feet, but… she wiggles her toes in it, seemingly enjoying it.
She lets go of her swimsuit crotch and lets it snap back onto her, still peeing, splashing her legs more. “But me flashing you can be our little secret!” she whispers.
A little bit of her pee splashed onto your thigh at the same time, making you jump and grab your crotch again. You let out a little whimper on accident.
She looks at you with concern. “Shy girl, huh? Maybe you’re new here?”
You just whine and nod.
“Well, I promise it’ll be okay if you just let it out, okay?” she says caringly. “Nobody will mind.”
You shake your head silently.
“In that case…” she steps closer to you and kneels, still peeing herself… then she points to your right. “If you can make it all the way over there, those rocks are a good hiding place. You can pee there without anybody seeing you.”
Finally, after more than a whole minute, she finally finishes peeing with a shudder. You can tell she was really enjoying it, but she cared more about you and held it back. Seeing her big brown eyes looking at you so genuinely… it makes your heart skip a beat.
“T-Thank you…”
She shows you a bright, warm smile. “Do your best! If we see each other again, let’s be friends!”
Before you can find get any words out, she ran away…
Well… it seems like you have two options… pee in public, or pee in public behind a rock… Aaagh!! No!! You hate this so much… why can’t there just be toilets?!
Your bladder is so full that it’s causing you some real discomfort… you really want some relief…
Ah! Noo… you just lost control for a second and let out a big spurt in your swimsuit… You feel your pee spreading through the crotch of your swimsuit, soaking your pussy in wet warmth… people probably noticed… you almost feel like crying…
You take a deep breath and let out a long sigh… maybe you’re going to need to get over it and do it… just this once! Maybe… but you hate the thought so much…
Alright… you’re just gonna have to go… right here… oh god…
You look down beside you at the sand covered in the cute girl’s pee… she looked like she felt so good…
But there’s so many people… You close your eyes and think about what the girl said to you, letting it repeat in your head over and over again… “Everyone does it!” “Nobody will mind.” “It’ll be okay.”
She was so confident that it was okay that she even flashed you… you still can’t believe that happened… showing you her smooth pussy while she peed… hearing the splashing… Gah, why are you thinking about that now?!
You open your eyes and look around again, and… not far from you, you can see a woman and her kids all peeing together, right there in front of everyone… and nobody is reacting. It looks like the girl wasn’t lying to you…
Alright… okay… you can do this! You’re gonna pee on the beach, and it’s going to be okay… probably… but your heart is beating out of your chest… Aagh, you feel like screaming and running away in embarrassment!
You sit up and turn, gently putting your feet onto the warm sand on the dry side of your chair… take a deep breath… and stand up.
Ah! Not again! You feel another big spurt of pee shoot into your swimsuit against your will, soaking your crotch even more and dribbling down your left leg… it’s so warm, and it takes some of the pain away, making you wish you could just let it all out, but… but you stop it. You aren’t ready yet!
Your bladder is so full now that it isn’t just uncomfortable, but it’s visibly bulging too, and the pressure is making your pussy feel hot and tingly… you’re desperate for release…
A-Actually, let's go to the rocks instead!
Every second counts now… it’s really hard to walk like this, but you start walking… it’s even harder since you stopped holding your crotch too, but… you don’t want people to see you like that, so you have to deal with it…
Looking ahead towards the pile of rocks, it feels like it’s forever away… you don’t know if you’re going to make it…
Every step you take sends a shock up your legs and into your bladder… every step comes with a tingling burst of pressure… every step makes you feel like a little pee is squirting out, but somehow, you’re still holding it in…
The warm sand on your feet feels nice so you try to focus on that as you keep slowly walking to the rocks… but some of this sand is wet, and you can’t tell if it’s water or your own pee… this isn’t helping!
A-Ah! Oh no! A really big stream just bursted out… there's no stopping it now!
Hnnnn-!! It’s too soon!!
* Hisssss… *
Before you could make it to the rocks to hide, your bladder has given out and your pee begins explosively shooting out of you, splashing all over, streaming hard down both of your legs…
You only manage to take another few steps forward while peeing before your knees give out too and you fall into the sand.
“A-Ahhhaa- ahhnnnn~!!” You moan loudly a couple of times, unable to stop yourself due to the overwhelming feeling of your desperate bladder finally releasing itself.
Your one-piece swimsuit is thick enough that your pee can’t shoot straight through it, so it’s forced to splash out of the sides of the crotch, soaking your legs and creating two separate wild streams. Not all of it comes straight out though, and you feel some of your pee spreading up through your swimsuit, covering your belly… You instinctively grab your crotch to try and stop the flow, but as your hand touches your wetness, you feel a shockwave of… pleasure? You didn’t know peeing could make you this sensitive down there… Every time something rubs your clit, even a tiny bit, you shudder…
This feeling is like nothing you’ve ever imagined… You find yourself panting and shivering as you uncontrollably pee yourself… Are you… enjoying this…?
It doesn’t take long for any hint of pleasure to disappear as you remember where you are. You look around and immediately get a sinking feeling… You have an audience… and they’re all staring very closely at you, and blushing… and you aren’t even halfway finished…
You feel a huge hot flash of embarrassment wash over you, it feels like you’re on fire… You desperately wish you were anywhere but here right now. Tears start rolling down your cheeks…
One of your friends came to check up on you. “Alea! What’s up wi- ah- u- oh…” he says, starting to blush as he notices that you’re peeing yourself. You wanted to hide before you peed to avoid exactly this situation. You look at him with your teary eyes, sniffling, wishing you were dead.
“H-Hey, don’t cry… please? I’m sorry…” he says, looking away from you.
He notices the crows of people staring at you… then he starts telling them to leave you alone and go away. Trying hard not to sob, you struggle to speak. “T-Th-… Thanks…” Your friend silently scratches the back of his head in response.
You move your hands to your side and look down again as you continue peeing. It’s still so loud and intense… the hissing, the splashing, the sound of your pee hitting the sand… You know your friend can hear all of it, but… he’s trying so hard to ignore it. You appreciate that, and it helps you avoid crying… but it’s still super embarrassing.
After the longest 20 seconds of your life, your hard stream of pee finally slows down to a trickle, the last warm dribbles of it making their way down your legs as you shudder. Finally, your bladder is relieved… empty. You can’t believe that for a second you thought you were enjoying this… you feel so gross, so ashamed…
“Hey… you wanna come swim with us some more?” your friend says.
After a little hesitation, he look at you once again. You look up at him with your eyes still rolling with tears.
He gets closer to you and extends his hand. “Let’s go, it’ll be fun!”
You look at his hand, then at yours… it’s covered with pee, and he must know that, but… he’s still…
“Come on, you think that would bother me?” he says with a smile. “Once we get in the water it’ll all wash off anyway.”
You hesitate for a while, but he waits patiently… finally, you show him a shy, thankful smile, and take his hand, ready to forget this ever happened. |
(Hey all, this is a story I've been brainstorming for quite some time. I hope to take this one to a good length and that you'll all enjoy this little personal project! That being said, some details should be given about this story to gauge your interest as a reader.
This story contains excessive, unrealistic, and near or plainly impossible bladder holding and body standards often referred to as "hyper". The story is merely an exaggeration of real life, and should be treated as nothing more than a fun story. This story also has rather intense scenes of male and female lust and sex, including full bladder sex. If the idea of sex and sexual themes, beit inside or outside the context of omorashi, make you uncomfortable, this story is probably not for you.
Feedback is always appreciated. Ideas for the story and constructive criticism is always appreciated!
Without further ado, please enjoy the story!
-OrionsBelt)
Chapter I: Local Bar, Saturday, 1:48AM
Avalynn emptied her third and final drink of the night as she sat at the bar. She could start to feel herself feel the effects of it's alcohol content. The cocktails are by no means weak, but she had a rather strong tolerance built from her college days. She sighed in disappointment. It's been another day without a man to take home to fulfill her primitive needs. She even got all dressed up for it. She was by all means an attractive woman: she was on the short side, but her chest, rump, thighs, and hips were plump enough to show off, which she did with a black mini-skirt and a low cut blouse to accentuate her busty cleavage. She even went the extra mile to wear a pretty skimpy thong to please anybody lucky enough to get a peek.
She twirled her brown wavy bangs, and looked around the room one last time. It was late on a Friday night, it seemed everyone in the bar was minding their own business, partying and celebrating the end of the week and the start of the weekend. No one seemed interested in hooking up, despite a few looks of speculation at her eye candy. Closing time was soon, the bar was pretty much empty by now, but something else was not.
A lurch from her bladder forced her attention. She wasn't necessarily thin: she had a bit of chub on her belly, but her bladder created a noticeable bump in her abdomen beyond that, that stretches the waistband of her mini skirt. It was about time, Ava thought to herself. She had been holding for a day and a half, and only now did her bladder start to give a strong response. One and a half days of holding back her urine would seem beyond realistic to exceeding impossible, but it was fairly normal for Avalynn. Despite her rather small frame, she was blessed with a bladder that could stretch and contort better than any contortionist. She could easily hold for days, but just as anyone else, she had a limit, even if that limit was bewilderingly high for anyone of a "normal bladder", as Ava would often put it. Yes, she found a sense of pride in her unique ability, she scoffed at the idea of using a bathroom that wasn't her own, and she would often tease her friends in college about how badly they needed to pee all the time. Ah, she missed those days.
Nevertheless, her bladder desired her attention, although, knowing herself, she knows she could hold on for a fair bit longer, perhaps until the morning and then some, making it well into two days of holding. Her best was roughly three and a half days of torturous holding, after she made it a personal challenge to not relieve herself on a camping trip with her family 5 years ago when she was 18. That was certainly tough, especially with the heat causing her to drink plenty to stay hydrated.
She recollected on her hold of the past day and a half. She woke up on Thursday with a very strong urge to piss having held for another two days beforehand. She decided to relieve herself upon getting out of bed, doing so over the course of several minutes. This was just another natural occurrence for her: her bladders extreme elasticity and strength allowed liters upon liters of liquid to flow through her like a hot knife through butter. Her "metabolism" for liquid is seemingly very strong, as it seems everything that goes in is quickly transformed into a near equal amount of urine in her bladder. Not to worry, she still receives some good hydration and nutrients from anything she drinks, no matter how much of it is filtered through to her capacious tank in her abdomen.
The rest of her Thursday went as to be expected for a work day. Avalynn works at a design firm as a promising designer herself, but is still stuck with mostly busywork given her lack of experience, having just finished her degree the Spring semester last year. The AC in the old building was having some issues, so Ava spent her workday drinking plenty of water and iced tea on the warm Spring day. It wasn't too bad for her, but she felt for the guys wearing long pants today; she was only mildly warm in her professional but short skirt and blouse. Work otherwise went smoothly, she went home, ate dinner, browsed the internet, and went to sleep... Just a normal day for Ava.
Except...
There was another aspect of Avalynn that is more than meets the eye other than her gargantuan bladder capacity. Ava had a fantastic and relentless libido. Yes, it seemed ever since her teen years she was as easy to bring to heat as an egg in a spitting hot pan. She would often bring several pairs of panties to work or out on the town just in case she drenched the ones she was currently wearing. In fact, it was mostly the reason she wore what was basically a thong tonight; it was less likely to chaff her legs as it got wet with her juices. And that night, just as any night, morning, day, or afternoon, her panties were sopping wet with her lust. Oh, how badly she wanted to hook up tonight, and feel a deep hard cock feeling up her insides...
Errr, excuse me...
Any given day, right after she wakes up, right after she gets home from work, and right before she goes to bed, she needs a way to relieve herself of her lust. Sometimes if she has time, she'll even try to squeeze a session to relieve herself before she leaves for work, and during or after dinner. On some desperate occasions she even did it in the company restroom. - Not relieving herself of any burden of her bladder, of course. Unfortunately for poor Ava, she could never feel truly satisfied from her attempts at relief even with toys and the best "self-help" books and materials, she craved something big and warm inside her. - Besides her bladder.
Anyway, Friday. Wake up, go to town on herself, and go to work. This Friday was especially fortunate, as the office had landed a big long-term client, and the office was in celebration. Plenty of drinks, food, and good times were had. Ava in particular succumbed to the seduction of her favorite drinks of lemonade and Cola, drinking what seemed to be liters and liters of the sweet drinks, along with the coffee and water she would normally drink. By this point Ava's bladder, having held on for more than a day, was rather needy in its requests to excuse itself. Ava enjoyed the feeling of a slowly filling bladder, knowing at some point she would be able to spill all of its contents for minutes on end, providing her with the best satisfaction she could feel without the aid of some male organs. Mmm... It sure would feel good though...
After drinking her weight in sugar drinks and water, Ava's other needs called to her at the end of the work day. She decided "What the hell?" and go out looking for someone to hook up with, something she hasn't done since her early college days. She hasn't had the best of luck with them in the past, but her attempts at relieving her libido continued to grow more and more tiresome and less satisfying, so she had to mix it up a bit. And here she was, after spending the good part of 6 hours trying to look cute and sexy to the patrons of the bar, she turned up empty handed.
"Damnit..." She squeezed her legs together as her needy pussy dripped in lust. Her panties were soaked, and it was her last pair after changing out of two previous pairs. Having going into the bathroom to switch out her undergarments, her bladder quietly pleaded at the sight of the toilet, but Ava barely acknowledged it as her desire for her other need outweighed it, but it seems to be shifting by this point.
"Sighhhhhh..." Ava never felt quite so needy and alone in her life. Sure, all she wanted was a hook-up, but she wished she had her college friends back, or even just someone with something in common to chat with, perferably a guy with a good package... And chiseled abs... And could bench press a bear... And had a scruffy beard... and had a 12 inch-
"Excuse me? Miss...?"
Ava snapped back to reality, her sad, horny, lonely reality. "Oh? Huh?"
The bartender looked at her with a polite smile. "You seemed to be dosing off or lost in your thoughts. I hate to interrupt but we're asking patrons of the bar to begin to exit, if you please."
"Oh, uh, sure. Sorry... What do I owe?..." She looks up at the bartender.
Except, it wasn't the one that was serving her drinks before. The one that did was shorter, and didn't speak a word, only nodding at the request of more drinks and small talk, with not interest in her. Perhaps he was a mute, which should've been her first clue this one was different. She had a few drinks, cut her some slack.
She looked up at the new bartender. His face was grizzled with light brown facial hair with flowing brown hair the barely covered his right eye of blue hue. His smile and face oozed charisma and charm, and his frame, its like she had to crick her neck as she looked up at him. Six foot, two inches at the very least, which towered over her modest height of five foot four. His shirt was tight and showed he had some muscle, not a bodybuilder, but he definitely worked out, maybe enough to even lift her off her feet. Her attraction to him was swift and forceful, her lady parts being sent into overdrive as it burned with passion and need. She could be turned on by a variety of people, but... but...
She needed him.
"Hey, you're not the same bartender as before.~" She said with a slightly flirtatious tone.
"Yep. I'm the closing 'tender. I make sure everyone gets their last drinks in before getting out. And those too stubborn or drunk to leave, I make them leave." He said in a joking-but-serious way.
Ava laughed with him. "Well, I promise I won't give you any trouble. What's your name?" She asked as she played with her hair a bit.
"Matthew. And you're Avalynn, right?"
Ava was a bit taken aback he already knew her name. "What, are you a psychic or something? How did you know my name?" she questioned playfully.
"...Your name is on the bill, silly."
Urp. Uh, a little awkward, but Ava persisted.
"Yeah, I suppose I am, hehe. I guess I had a little too much to drink... And stayed out later than I thought."
"That's alright Ms. Avalynn. If you're not comfortable, we can order a cab for you to get home in."
"No! I want to talk to you! Please! Come home with me! Take me! Breed me!!!" her lustful brain thought to herself.
Ava could hardly repress her urges at this point. Even if the conversation was a bit awkward, she needed him more than she needed air to breath.
"I'm... not really comfortable taking a cab. Do you... think I can stay here at the bar for a while, Matthew...?" She looked at him with puppy-dog eyes that always seemed to work on her parents.
Matthew conceded. "I suppose you can stay until after I close, and call me Matt, Ms. Avalynn."
"Oh, thank you Matt! And, you can just call me Ava, ok?~" Ava said with a bit of seduction in her voice as she presented her bosom on the bar, which in turn contorted her expanding bladder.
"Ava, I like that name. I'm gonna get some of these stragglers out of here, then we can chat some more, ok?"
And so time quickly passed to 3:30 AM, one and a half hours after close. Ava and Matt certainly hit it off, as they found more and more in common: music tastes, video games, books and movies, and even shared the same soda preferences. All the while Ava was subtly flirting with him and revealing a little more of herself to him, which he started to reciprocate by being seductive back.
"Ok. Its time to reel him in." Ava thought to herself.
"Hey Matt,~ I know its late and we just met, but... do you think you can take me back to my apartment...? You can come inside if you'd like, I'll make some coffee, my treat~" Ava laid her cards on the table, all that was left was to see Matt's hand.
He took the hint. "Sure thing Ava, I'd love to bring you home safe and sound. Lets get going."
Ava began to sat up from her stool, a bit too fast in her excitement. Her bladder sloshed and ached as she stood, it took a conscious effort to hold her dam shut after being inactive for a while.
"A-ah~" She winced in pain as she struggled to compose herself.
"You okay Ava?" Matt asked sincerely.
"Y-yeah. Just had a bit too much to drink is all, I really gotta pee. I can wait till I'm home though."
"By all means, then lets hurry to your place."
Matt stepped from behind the counter, and it was the first time Ava saw his lower half... And could plainly see a bulge in his pants that snaked down his pant leg a bit. This couldn't have gotten Ava any more excited as she was practically dripping with enthusiasm from her pussy.
All she had to do was play along, and she was sure she could score a winner.
And so she did. It was a short drive to her place but it took an even shorter amount of time for the two to get busy once they were in her apartment. Ava liked her men "big", and Matt was no exception. His penis, amazingly, was ten inches long. That bulge she saw? Only half-mast. As Matt penetrated her over and over again on her bed she felt she would split in half, but her excess pussy juices made his dick of such length and girth slide almost effortlessly in and out of her. Along with that, his cock pushed on her already swollen bladder, stretching it and contorting it to the point that her abdomen bulged a few inches from the rest of her body. And that's not all. When Matt came, his load was excessive. It filled her womb with his hot seed and made her belly bulge almost another half inch. She finally reached what she desired after so long. Being full of a deep, long cock, with a uterus full of hot cum. She felt full, and satisfied.
The intense sex and orgasm after orgasm persisted long into the night, only when the light of dawn broke were the two lovers in heat able to be exhausted to the point of drifting off to sleep in Ava's bed.
Ava could finally say she was satisfied of her burden, and she dozed off.
But her bladder could not say the same, and it would not for quite some time.
To be continued. |
(Thanks everyone for your support! And in case anyone is wondering, any characters used here are pretty much public domain, anyone can use them for their own fiction, art, whatever you'd like! I'd appreciate some credit if you do end up using it though. Anyway, enjoy the read!)
Chapter II: ???, ???, ???
Ava stirred from her sleep and begun to wake. Except, she wasn't in her bed. She was cuffed to chains in a pitch black room, with nothing but a spotlight shining upon her completely nude body. Her chains held her arms high above her head and her legs spread wide. She couldn't see anything or anybody around her, and she couldn't move.
"Hello?... Is anyone out there?..." Ava called out, to no reply.
Then, her bladder immediately and suddenly made it's intentions clear. It pulsed with need, now well into two days of holding. It bulged strongly from her belly with boiling hot liquid. Ava couldn't believe her predicament. How did she get here? What's going on? Is she in danger? Her bladder began its quest for relief, but she couldn't hold her crotch, cross her legs, or do anything to alleviate her desire to piss. It was only a matter of time before her contents of urine would expel themselves into a puddle on the floor.
Suddenly, as if on cue, her bladder began to feel a strange sensation in her bladder. It felt... fuller. And getting fuller. She looked down and could literally see her bulge grow... and grow... and grow more.
"Ohhhhh!...~" Ava shivered and squirmed as she tried to hold back the flood of piss. She looked pregnant with piss, her belly extending out by nearly a foot beyond her normal self! She looked to be carrying gallons and gallons of piss inside her bladder that had well passed her limit. She felt such immense pressure on her urethra, trying to force its way out and onto the floor. Ava decided enough was enough. She had to go, she couldn't wait any longer. She tried to relax her pelvic muscles but... It just wouldn't come out.
Ava was finally on her bladder's side, they were allies in this fight, but something was mysteriously stopping her, plugging her at her urethra. She pushed and pushed, but all she could feel was more and more pressure. It was intense, beyond intense. She felt light headed and sweat fiercely from all the exertion, but it was seemingly no use. All she could feel was the gradual growing of the pressure in her bladder.
But, it then soon seemed to taper off. Ava gave deep breaths as she tried to maintain her composure. Her nude body was drenched in sweat and her body was under the most pressure she had ever experienced in her life. Her belly swollen with so much hot piss that any poor toilet would overflow.
"W-wow..." She marveled at herself with amazement, setting aside her panic to look at herself. She couldn't even see her toes when she looked down, her bloated belly stuck so far out. Ava felt like she should be panicking, asking questions, or doing anything to get out of her position, but it didn't really feel... real. Like there was not any threat or ramifications to what was going on, despite appearing completely helpless in a situation that seemed impossible for her bladder's taste.
But, after the reprieve, she could feel her pelvic muscles relax. Ava could feel the faucet being turned on, she could feel the stream take the short trip through her urine-battered urethra, and through to the outside world.
She rolled her head back with her tongue out. "Oh my god... T-this is going to be the b-best piss ever..." She barely muttered in anticipation of the amazing, universe-starting sense of satisfaction she was about to feel...
But then she woke up.
She jumped up like one of those dreams where you fall, it shocked her so bad that the urine that was flowing through her urethra, which was the real part of her dream, it seemed, immediately retracted back into her bladder, leaking only a few drops that landed on the sheets she slept on. Her urethra burned in desperation, and if her bladder could talk, it would be screaming expletives that would cancel it on any TV network. Ava recoiled and dug her hands into her crotch trying to hold back the flood from ruining her sheets.
It took the better part of a minute for Ava to regain her composure. The added forces of two days of holding, intense sex, just waking up, and the more-than-normal intake of liquids by her standards, plus that odd dream. She certainly never dreamt anything like that before, it was so vivid. She could feel the immense pressure and liquid inside her, but supposedly it was never there. She looked at herself again. Her belly was definitely stout and present with it's bulge as it made itself known and felt. She had to concede. Even knowing that her bladder's restlessness was from factors that would pass and their effects would slowly drift, she was in a position where she no longer felt in control of herself.
She got up out of her bed, hand in crotch, and hurriedly waddled to the bathroom spawning off of her bedroom.
As she reached for the bathroom door, it came flying at her. It was yet another shock that caught her off guard as she stumbled backward and feel on her ass. Luckily her floor was carpet, and her ass was soft.
Matt stood in the doorway of the bathroom, clad in only some underwear, towering over her. "Oh shit, sorry Ava, I didn't see you there!"
In all the commotion regarding her bladder, Ava completely forgot Matt had nearly split her in half the night before and slept in her bed.
"O-oh, hey Matt! I didn't realize you were still here!" She fidgeted on the carpeted floor.
Matt lent out a hand to lift Ava up, which she took. "Yeah, it was pretty wild last night, but I really enjoyed our time last night.~" Matt said alluringly.
"Y-yeah, we should do this again sometime...~" Ava responded with the same essence of sensuality, as she squirmed with her hand in her crotch. "U-um, could you maybe..." She gestured him to move out of the way. "I-I really need to pee..." she hopped on her toes as she danced in place a bit, knowing her relief is so near.
Matt suddenly put on a rather stern face. "There's something I want to talk to you about that."
Ava looked at him puzzingily. "C-can it wait until after I pee? I-I've been holding it for a really long time."
"How long?"
Ava got a bit shy, she never really was asked how long she could hold. She felt on the spot, but it wasn't much use to underplay or exaggerate how long she had been holding. "U-umm, probably more than two days now... Yeah I know it seems like a really long time, but I'm telling the truth!" Ava whined as she jiggled up and down, her naked breasts bobbing along with her.
"I thought so."
"Huh? Y-you think what?"
"We might have more in common than you realize."
Ava looked at him in complete confusion. What the hell is he talking about? Can't she just piss her heart out already?!?
Matt acknowledged her confusion and motioned her over. "Feel my abdomen." He gestured.
"Um... o-okay." Ava hobbled over. She felt his belly where his bladder was, below his moderately toned abs.
It was warm, and very, very hard. Harder than the hardest concrete. This wasn't just flexing muscle, this was a bladder harder than titanium.
"W-what on Earth?..." Ava pondered. "How is your abdomen so hard?!?"
Matt took Ava by the shoulder, closed the door to the bathroom, and sat her down on the bed as he sat along side her.
"I was born with a very rare genetic mutation that allows my bladder capacity to be much larger than any normal human is capable of. I've been holding for nearly 3 days now and hardly feel anything. I feel full, but I am hardly ever desperate."
Ava looked at him in astonishment. It was nearly impossible to believe, but her analysis of his bladder hardness confirmed his story in her eyes. "Then... why doesn't it bulge out that much?..."
"It does after a while, but not by much. My bladder specializes in strength in its walls and my pelvic and urethral muscles, as well as my nervous systems tolerance to any signals my bladder sends out. All in all, this means that the urine in my bladder is densely packed and makes my bladder as hard as stone."
It was a lot for Ava to follow, but she was a bright girl, she followed it well enough. "O-okay..." She shifted and crossed her legs. "So... why tell me any of this and why did you stop me from using the bathroom."
"...Well. I think you might have the same mutation I have."
Ava was a bit taken aback. "Me? What makes you think that?!"
"...That." Matt pointed to her crotch. The bladder balloon in her lap was huge. It would take someone with absolutely no perception to not notice the giant bulge in her gut, symbolizing her bladder's capacity and strength.
"...Ah. I see." Ava looked a bit worried.
"There's nothing to be afraid about." Matt reassured. "There are no adverse health effects to this kind of anomaly, it seems all beneficial... Which is why I pursued researching it to see if it can be replicated and transmitted, so that we can pass on this trait to other people!" Matt looked at her with excitement.
"O-okay..." Ava replied. "But what does this have to do with me?"
"Good question. You see, I've done more than a fair share of analyses on my own bladder strength and my genes, and I got good results, but I need more data, which means I need to find more people with these gene, which is where you come in... Could you please help me with my research?... I'd more than pay for your time."
Ava did a few trials from medical students and the like in college to gather some extra money, but the promise of spending more time with Matt is what really drove her to him. "Yes! I'd be more than happy to! It seems very exciting!" Ava bounced up and down, disrupting her poor bladder, but by now the need had relaxed having been distracted and fully woken up to be in control over herself.
Matt smiled, "I'm so glad, but before absolutely anything, we have to confirm that you have the specific gene in question."
"Oh, that doesn't seem so bad, so like a DNA test, right?" Ava asked as she squirmed on her bed.
Matt looked down in disappointment. "I wish it were that easy... No, it's a bit more complicated."
"Oh, then what do I need to do?..."
Matt looked up and deep into Ava's blue eyes.
"You need to hold to your absolute limit."
To be continued. |
(Hey all, I was brainstorming and decided that it might be a cool idea to add some tidbits of lore to perhaps make the story more compelling. Although, it can understandably be considered a bit too much "fluff", and some of you would rather get to the good stuff. Please let me know what you think!
As a side note, a small piece of backstory contains topics of divorce and manipulation that might be heavy for some, but it's purely anecdotal. If you may be one to upset or discomfort easily to these topics, it will be labeled to be skipped at your discretion. Sorry in advance!
Without further ado:)
Chapter III: Matt's Car, Saturday, 2:27 PM
Ava looked out the passenger side window, trees and homes flying by, as rain pattered the windshield of Matt's car. She gripped a bottle of water tightly in one hand, and her crotch even tighter in the other. She jiggled her legs as her bulge pressed against the restricting seatbelt on her lap, which had been already compounded with some yoga leggings -commando, of course- who's waistband wasn't forgiving her any breathing room.
She turned to Matt in the driver's seat. "When are we going to get there?... I'm getting kinda antsy..." Ava squirmed in her seat.
Matt donned a stern look. "Drink." He said with authority.
Ava submitted to him, and sheepishly nodded upon his request, and drank a large gulp from her 500mL water bottle, which was getting close to empty, being full when the car ride started nearly an hour and a half ago.
"I told you to stop asking me when we're there or I'll make you drink, hun." Matt's said with a lighter tone and facial expression.
"I-I'm sorry..." Ava said submissively. "It's just that sitting for so long makes me antsy, that's all."
"Well, would you rather walk here then?" Matt replied in a joking tone.
"Hmpf... N-no, I guess not." Ava pouted.
"We're almost there soon hun, just a bit longer." Matt finally admitted.
Ava peeked down at Matt's abdomen. Like before, it was not bulging or stretching, but she could imagine how hard it feels now than when she felt it a few hours ago. Thinking back on it, he didn't even flinch or react to her pressing and prodding, and now at the wheel, his legs were spread wide and comfortable on the pedals. She was fascinated, but also quite jealous. Matt had claimed he was holding for more than three days, which seemed impossible to a person who is an impossible holder to a regular bladdered-person. Ava prided herself on her bladder's resilience as well as her capacity, she never met a potential match to her bladder, not anyone came close to her bladder's strength. But now it appeared she finally found a match, and it totally blew her out of the water. She could barely make it two days, and now Matt was strutting his indestructible bladder with an extra day on it. No, Ava was determined. If she had this genetic mutation, or whatever it happened to be, she would out-hold circles around Matt.
In her mind, the contest was on.
"Ah, here it is."
The car pulled up to a gate covered with ivy and weeds. The brick wall supporting it looks aged and worn, with similar ivies and growths creeping up it. Matt rolled down the window, and Ava saw he pulled up to a sort of ID scanner. Matt scanned a card, and the gate opened with a creak. With the window open, she could hear the gentle but prominent sounds of the light rain; it certainly was not a pleasant sound to her bladder. She gripped her crotch through her leggings with added strength. She could also smell saltwater. The place was near the ocean, and quite far from her apartment.
The car pulled through the gates and they closed behind them. Out the windshield, Ava could see the large mansion at the end of a long driveway. The place was much like it's perimeter: aged, worm, and beginning its reclamation by the elements. The house certainly wasn't dilapidated: the windows were not broken and no major damage looked to be apparent.
Matt pulled the car up to the entrance and got out, with Ava in suit. The sudden movement climbing out of the car and the exposure to the drizzle disrupted the tank of hot urine, it sloshed and bulged as Ava doubled down on her grip. She moaned, bent forward and squeezed her legs as she slowly proceeded to get out. With her composure regained, she marveled at the place again. It loomed over Ava with it's three story height and brick structure.
"You coming Ava?" Matt called.
"Y-yes!" Is this where Matt lived? Something about this seemed a bit mysterious, but Matt exuded trust and confidence, and Ava just really wanted to be with him. She followed him up some stairs, which took Ava a lot of labor with her massive payload, but Matt patiently waited at the top for her; the stairs were no trouble at all for him.
Once at the top, Matt opened the front doors to the Atrium. The place was elegant, regal, even. But everything from the furniture to the floor and fixtures, was covered by some degree of dust. It was quite clear no one had lived in here for quite some time, especially not Matt. He flicked a light switch, to which the lights in the building stuttered but quickly illuminated.
"Come on, what we need is upstairs." Matt said as he started climbing up the grand atrium staircase.
Not to be outdone like last time, Ava took a deep breath and invigorated herself with competitiveness. She kept pace with Matt's comfortable gait up the stairs. No holding, no legs pressed, and beyond her limits, her bladder screamed, her urethra begged as her sheer willpower kept it's opening closed and tight. She quietly winced behind Matt's back, as she could feel her face heat up and her back sweat. The pressure was immense, her bladder's contents sloshed as she took every step, but she remained resolute.
The two finally reached the top of the steps, and Ava subtly, barely, exhaled. She had been holding her breath for what seemed like hours, for she felt if she let go of that breath, it would lead to very wet leggings and stairs. How she would reach Matt, let alone 3 days, was beyond her. But Avalynn was never one to give up on something, even if it wasn't out of her reach. Her competitive side was relentless and unwavering. How unwavering, was yet to be seen.
//TW start
She regained her composure, and finally took the time to ask Matt something she had wondered since they left.
"S-so, uh, what are we doing here?..."
"This was my dad's old place."
"Oh, is he here?" Ava was a bit nervous to be so desperate around an older man.
Matt scoffed. "Nah, he's dead. And none too soon. He was not a good father and not a stand up person, either."
"Oh, why's that?"
Matt turned and entered a room, which looked like a large study. A desk sat with papers and files strewn about, covered in dust. Large bookshelves were adorned with equal parts reading material and dust.
"My father was a geneticist. A very good one. His research and studies were well received and revered, and he helped make many advancements, even though he was never recognized much for it." Matt looked through filing cabinets full of various documents. "But, one day, he was disgraced. Apparently he took a large payoff to manipulate the findings of the research, and was terminated and blacklisted from every research institution in the Western world."
"That's terrible..." Ava replied with a squirm and a hand on her protruding bulge. Oh, she needed to pee... bad... but she also wanted to listen.
"Yep. He always played fast and loose with ethics and regulations, but now it cost him his career. He started doing some underground, black market type shit."
"S-so, what does this have to do with what you're doing?..." Ava leaned on the desk to try to get some pressure off her swollen bladder.
"I was getting to that. He got a really profitable offer. A company offered an opportunity for research. They revealed a potential gene for superhuman strength and resistance to strain and stress. Supposedly, they wanted to find away to create humans that are more resilient and stronger, and turn them into soldiers for hire."
Ava looked at him stunned. "W-wow. Did it work?"
"Not really." Matt scoffed as he sifted through more documents. "He wooed a woman with his earnings from his illicit trade, then impregnated her without her knowledge with his sperm cells modified with the gene, and thinking he loved her and planned to marry her, my mother raised and gave birth to me. Upon seeing his experiment failed, in his anger, he tossed me and my mother out, and we lived on our own."
"W-wait, wait, wait." Ava stammered. "YOU were the experiment?!?"
Matt laughed. "I made that pretty clear, I thought." Ava pouted in response as she shifted her weight back and forth.
"Yes. My mother was heartbroken as she was heartbroken, and didn't even notice his true intentions. She never knew she was a test subject and I was a failed test result. My father was eventually arrested after he was raided by the FBI, and he died in prison.
//TW end
"I see... but I still don't get what that has to do with what we're doing here..." Ava said.
"Right. It turns out that gene does have an effect, oddly enough, on the strength and tolerance of a bladder. It wasn't until I was a teenager that I found out about any of this from my mother who was able to connect the dots. My bladder's strength always exceeded that of my peers by a mile, and recently I decided that repurposing this gene could advance medical and genetic science in other ways. That's why I need more subjects that potentially has the gene to confirm this, which is where you come in."
"I get it now. It sounds like a noble cause." Ava said, the story was enough of a distraction that her bladder down by a bit, but only a little. Her legs were still stiffly pressed together and her leggings waistband was stretched.
"Ah, here it is." Matt pulled out a large binder. It was written "Operation Juggernaut", with a big "CLASSIFIED" stamp on it. "I'm surprised they didn't seize this during the raid. We got what we need, let's get out of here, this place gives me the creeps."
"Y-yeah, I agree..." Ava stammered. She got up from leaning on the desk, and her bladder's weight shifted, and she was unable to suppress a moan from the pressure. "Ohhhh~"
"You ok?... Oh, let me guess, you have to pee." Matt questioned.
"...Badly." Ava replied with her hands on her abdomen. Matt turned to her.
"Let me feel."
Ava blushed. The moment felt intimate, but also embarrassing for her. She felt like she was being submissive to a dom with a much stronger bladder than her, despite her own strength. She exposed her belly to Matt.
Matt slowly and sensually rubbed Ava's bladder, as she winced from even the slightest pressure on her overexerted bulge, which expanded several inches from her abdomen at this point.
"S-stooooooop..." Ava said meekishly.
Matt put a sly look on his face. "What if I do... this?~" He pressed his palm with force on her bulge.
"AH!~" Ava squealed. She felt the pressure of liquid try to force it's way down her urethra, but her resolve, thankfully, made her stay dry.
Matt stood up after torturing her.
"I-I thought you wanted me to hold as long as possible!" Ava pouted.
"I do, but it's fun to tease you. You're so cute when you squirm and squeal.~"
Ava blushed harder this time, and pouted.
"Come on. You can stay at my place while we wait for you to finally reach your limit."
As much as she wanted to spend time with Matt, she felt she couldn't accept. "O-oh, that's ok, I'll be fine. Plus, I have work on Monday..." she said looking away, implying she could hold it an extra day until Monday.
"Oh, Ava, trust me. You're going to want to stay at my place."
To be continued. |
A large glass mason jar, a strand of hair, and a name, written in sharpie. It didn’t take much for a skilled witch to connect a bladder to a bottle.
It was Leo’s first day of freshman year and he strolled into his lecture slightly late. Fashionably late, if you will. Unlike high school, his professor didn’t particularly care. He sat down next to a tall, dark haired man who looked to be about 19 or 20- the same age as Leo himself. He had long, dark hair pulled into a low bun and he wore a black tank top with a slight turtleneck and black jeans.
“Hey, I’m Leo,” he whispered.
”Jai. Shut up, I’m trying to listen to the lecture.”
Leo shut up. Listening to the lecture sounded like a pretty good idea. So he stayed quiet and took notes and sketched diagrams as the professor spoke. It was a long lecture though, and his mind started to wander. He noticed that Jai’s leg was shaking a lot, maybe he was feeling restless? It was a long lecture after all, a whole three hours. As time wore on, he realized that wasn’t it. The lecture had begun quite early in the morning, prompting many students to wake themselves up with a nice cup of coffee. That included Jai. His thermos sat on the desk in front of him, untouched in the last 20 minutes. There were 10 minutes left of class, and he seemed to be struggling more now. Leo’s attention was peaked.
He watched as Jai quickly packed his things and speed walked out of the room the second the lecture ended. He then got up to pack his own things. A long strand of hair lay on the desk in front of him, and it was too long to be his own- it must be Jai’s. He picked it up and put it in a small plastic bag in his backpack before heading back to his dorm room. Once there, he put his backpack away and took out the strand of hair. For what he had in mind, a large jar would work best. He got a nice 1 litre mason jar out of his cupboard and put the hair inside, muttering a binding curse as he wrote Jai’s name on the outside of the jar. Jai’s bladder would now be bound to this jar.
Leo filled the jar halfway with water, then shook it around a little. He had no way of knowing if it worked until the next day, when he’d hopefully see Jai at his next lecture; tomorrow’s lecture was for the same subject - biology - and at the same level; it was just human biology instead of plants. But he had a feeling it had worked, and it turned him on a little to know that wherever Jai was now, he must be squirming.
The next day, he was pleased to find out that Jai was in this lecture too and wasted no time in sitting next to him. This class was later in the day so he was early today, and he hoped that meant Jai would be up for some conversation.
“So, we meet again,” Leo said.
”Are you stalking me or something?”
“What?! No! No, I just-“
“Relax, I’m kidding. Everyone in yesterday’s lecture is in today’s too.”
”Right. Yeah. I knew that.”
“Sure you did.”
”So… can I get your number? For like, uh, studying purposes?”
”Sure.” Jai winked at him before taking out a sharpie and writing his phone number on Leo’s hand. Leo blushed.
“Maybe you’d be interested in studying with me after today’s lecture? We can work at my dorm.”
”We don’t have any work yet, are you sure that’s what you want to do with me?” Jai’s tone was more flirtatious that Leo had expected, given how gruff he’d be the day before.
“Is there something else you have in mind?”
”Well, we could get to know each other.” Okay, he was definitely flirting now.
“Sounds like a plan.”
This lecture was only an hour and a half, much to Leo’s delight. He and Jai walked back to his dorm afterwards and sat together on Leo’s small couch.
“So… do you want anything? A drink, or a snack?”
”Some water would be great, thanks.”
Leo went to the bathroom to fill up two glasses; he was glad the tap water was potable, as he didn’t have any kitchen space in the small dorm room. The jar sat on the countertop by the sink, at about the same volume as the day before. He poured more water in, making it 80% full. He shook it again, but not too vigorously- he had kept the lid off so that Jai would still be able to pee when he wanted to, and if he sloshed the water around too much, Jai would leak. It was still too early for that. So he went back to the living room and handed Jai a glass of water before sitting down next to him. Jai put the glass down on the table without taking a sip.
”Not thirsty anymore?” Jai mumbled something under his breath. It sounded like “Not that kind of thirsty”, but Leo couldn’t be sure.
”What did you say?”
“Uh no, not thirsty. Mind if I use the bathroom?”
“Go ahead.” As Jai entered the bathroom, Leo realized his mistake- the jar was still on the counter. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice it?
But no such luck. Leo heard the toilet flush, then the sink ran for a bit, then Jai re-entered. Holding the jar.
”Is this what I think it is?”
”… What do you think it is?”
”You’re a witch.”
”…”
”This jar has my name on it.”
“It does appear to, yes…”
”It’s empty now.”
“Yes.”
”But it wasn’t.”
”Oh?”
”Don’t play dumb, you know what you did.”
”What did I do?”
”You connected this jar to my bladder.”
“…”
”So I’m going to do the same to you.”
”You’re a witch too?”
”Where do you keep your jars.”
”Top shelf on the right…”
Jai took one of the jars, then took a strand of Leo’s hair. He placed it in the jar and wrote Leo’s name on it, muttering the curse. Then he took it to the bathroom and began to fill it up. Leo started to squirm.
”Jai… you don’t have to do this…”
”You didn’t have to do this.”
”I was just curious, I didn’t hurt you or anything…”
”And I haven’t hurt you.”
”You’re filling the jar too much, I can’t hold it anymore.”
Leo’s pee dance became more intense as he crossed his legs and grabbed his crotch. He wiggled around, trying not to pee on his couch. Jai emerged from the bathroom, holding the almost full jar with the lid screwed on.
”Oh thank god, please don’t fill it up anymore.”
”Oh I won’t.” Jai said as he flipped the jar upside down, forcing all the weight of the water to press against the lid of the jar. Leo’s desperation doubled.
“Jai please… I’m gonna pee myself…”
“Not as long as the lid is on, you won’t.”
“You’ll keep the lid on until I get to the toilet, right?”
Jai didn’t respond.
”Right?” As much as Leo knew that his bladder wouldn’t empty with the jar lid on, he couldn’t stop squirming. It felt like it would come out any second.
”Please, Jai.”
Jai began to unscrew the lid slowly.
”No… please… I can’t hold it… I’m gonna pee…”
”Too late.” Jai unscrewed the lid all the way and began to pour it into the sink. Leo squeezed his crotch and crossed his legs as tight as he could, but there was nothing he could do. Hot pee flooded his underwear and started to soak into his pants. Then suddenly, it stopped. Midstream.
”AH! Jai!” He looked up and saw that the lid was back on the jar.
”What? You wanted the lid on, right?”
”No! Just- Jai! You must know how it feels to stop midstream! I have to go so badly!”
“You should’ve thought of that.”
”Please… just keep the lid on until I get to the toilet…” Leo stood carefully and began his waddle to the bathroom. It was only a couple meters from where he’d been sitting but it felt like a marathon with the pee just waiting to rush out. He’d almost made it, though. Almost.
”Jai! I’m not at the toilet yet!”
”I didn’t say I’d wait.” Leo’s piss dripped out, painfully slow. Jai was dripping it ever so slowly. Leo tried to get to the toilet to at least finish there, but Jai had other plans. As soon as Leo was in front of the toilet, Jai put the lid back on.
”Are you serious?”
”Pants only. No Toilet.” Leo pulled his pants back up and sat down on the toilet.
“How about both.”
”Fine.” Jai unscrewed the lid again and continued the slow pour, gradually picking up speed. Leo was so relieved to finally be going, he didn’t care that it was in his pants, or that the hottie from his lecture was watching him. His bladder was almost empty when Jai put the lid back on.
”Really? Again?”
”Can’t make this too easy for you.”
”Oh whatever, just put the jar down. Go back to the couch while I shower, okay?” Jai nodded and left the bathroom. Leo locked the door. Jai’s jar was still on the countertop, begging to be filled. And Leo wanted to get back at him. He got in the shower and cleaned himself up quickly, scrubbing the sticky urine from his legs. Then he held the jar under the shower spray, letting it fill. As it got closer to the top of the jar, he heard Jai bang on the door.
“Leo! LEO! Stop that! Let me in!” Leo didn’t stop. He enjoyed hearing the desperation in Jai’s voice. He could see Jai’s feet moving under the door as he pee danced. He wished he could’ve seen it all; the expression on his face, the moment he started to wet himself. But if he opened that door, it would be over. So he didn’t open it. He left it locked, and left the jar under the shower head. It began to overflow, and he heard Jai cry out before pee pitter-pattered onto the floor. He kept the jar in the water. Jai kept peeing.
“Leo! Stop! Please!”
”No.” Leo got out of the shower and dried off, wrapping himself in a towel before stepping out of the bathroom. Jai rushed in and aimed at the toilet, but Leo hadn’t turned off the shower. No matter how much he peed, he couldn’t get relief.
“Please, just turn it off. Let me finish.”
“Fine.” As much as Leo was enjoying this, he’d seen the look in Jai’s eyes when it had been him flooding his pants. He liked watching this as much as Leo did, and Leo hoped they’d be doing this together again.
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Part 2!
When Jai was finally done, Leo left the bathroom to let him shower. He went though his clothes to find something for Jai to wear but as he was a lot shorter than Jai, it wasn’t going very well. His t-shirts would be like crop tops and his shorts would be… quite short. They would have to do, though- as fun as wetting is, sitting around in cold, pee-soaked jeans gets uncomfortable very quickly. Soon, Jai poked his head out of the bathroom.
”Got anything for me to wear, or should I just sit around in a towel?”
”You don’t have to wear anything,” Leo said with a wink.
”Okay.”
”No! No, I was kidding… here, you can wear this stuff. It might be a little small though…” Leo handed Jai a hoodie and a knee-length skirt. Jai retreated back into the bathroom to get dressed before returning to the couch next to Leo.
”So…”
”So…?”
”How did you feel about that?” Leo asked.
”It was kinda hot.”
”Really? You think so?” Leo blushed.
“Yeah I mean, you’re hot, and you pissing yourself is also pretty hot.”
“Oh.”
”How did you feel about it?”
”I also thought it was hot.”
“So you’d be interested in doing it again sometime?”
”Would you?”
”Definitely.”
“So if i just…” Leo got up and picked up Jai’s jar, swirling around the little amount of water that had collected in it over the past 20 minutes.
”Not today, my bladder is tired now. Won’t be much of a show.”
”Okay, okay. For now, do you want to keep your jar and I keep mine, or vice versa…?”
”Mmm I think having each other’s jars is more fun.” Jai took Leo’s jar and placed it in his backpack. “Anyway, I should head out now. It is getting late.”
”Do you live far from here?”
”No, I’m in this building too.”
”Oh. Nice. I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
”We don’t have a lecture, though.”
”Come back here again, then?”
”Okay,” Jai said with a smile. He tousled Leo’s hair before leaving the dorm.
Oh my god, that was amazing. Leo thought. He couldn’t believe his luck; this guy was hot and kinky. University was going to be great.
The next day, Leo woke up to find his bladder on the verge of releasing all over his bed. He grabbed his crotch and potty danced his way to the toilet. He felt a little leak dribble down his legs- he owned pyjamas, but he never bothered to wear them if he was alone and it was warm. He knew Jai would be coming by today so he hoped that he’d make it to the toilet now; he didn’t feel like cleaning up too many puddles today. But when he got to the toilet, he couldn’t pee. He tried pushing on his bladder, he tried running the taps. Nothing.
Jai did this, he thought. So maybe…
Leo got Jai’s jar and shook it. Lightly at first, then more vigorously. He could see that Jai hadn’t taken his morning piss yet as the jar was rather full. A minute later, his hand was back between his crotch. Jai had opened the jar and it was starting to come out. He got most of it in the toilet, but there was still a little puddle to clean up. He didn’t clean it up just yet though, wanted to mess with Jai a bit first. So he screwed the lid of Jai’s jar on tightly to let Jai feel the fullness for a minute while he got dressed. He was just hanging out in the dorm today so he put on some loose grey shorts and a plain t-shirt. Then he returned to Jai’s jar, which he opened and filled to the brim before closing it again. Then he heard a yelp outside his door.
”Leo! Let me in please! I really need to go!” Leo opened the door. Jai rushed into the bathroom, still wearing Leo’s clothes from the day before. His hand was buried in his crotch and he hadn’t even taken the time to take his backpack off. Leo leaned against the doorframe, watching Jai and holding the jar.
“I almost wet my bed this morning because of you.”
”That sounds really hot, Leo. Now let me pee.”
“I was so full, Jai. You wouldn’t believe how full I felt. It was like I was going to burst all over my sheets, pee soaking everything.”
”Oh I think I would believe it.”
”When I got up, I leaked a bit. Hot piss dripping down my leg. I thought I wasn’t going to make it. But guess what? When I got to the toilet, I couldn’t pee. No matter how much piss, how much wee, how much urine was pent up in my big, overfilled bladder, I just couldn’t tinkle. You can’t imagine how that feels.”
”I think I can.” Jai groaned.
”Is that so?”
”Leo please, let me pee.” Jai was dancing around furiously, even though he knew that with the jar shut, not a drop would spill out.
“If I were you I’d get ready to go, when this jar is open you won’t have any time to spare.”
Jai pushed down the waistband of the skirt quickly, just enough to take his dick out and aim.
”Leo…”
”Okay, okay. You can go now.” Leo unscrewed the jar. Almost immediately, piss jetted out of Jai’s dick. Leo couldn’t look away until it was done and Jai put himself away again.
”So. You just saw my dick. Could’ve bought me dinner first, Yknow.”
”It’s 9 in the morning.”
“Fair enough. Couldn’t wait until evening to see all of this.” Jai gestured at himself. Leo blushed.
”Aw, you’re cute when you blush.” Leo blushed more and flopped onto the couch, covering his face with a pillow. Jai sat beside him and took Leo’s jar back out his backpack.
“Don’t you dare.”
Jai made sure the lid was on tight before flipping the jar upside down. |
Part 2
Next morning came the boy, how agreed with his sister. The girl was pretty and cute like her brother.
She did wear a short summer dress and the boy short shorts.The boy had a schedule for the whole day and ask the guy if he would like it, if it would be okay for him.
The first point was that the young did take their morning pee, in front of the guy.They went to the bathroom, the boy pushed his little shorts down to his knees and started to piss with full pressure. He was standing with his petite ass totally naked and peed for a really long time, his bladder must have been pretty full.
After the boy was ready, lifted the slim girl her dress, pushed her little white panties down and started to wee, similar powerful and similar long as her brother. It was hissing very loud and that “show” was very arousing for the guy.
As the girl had finished her pissing, the boy smiled and said “that was not less, but tomorrow it will be much more. It was now the first pee for us today and the last at the same time.”
This three did like each other from the first moment and they spendet a nice time together.
They made sightseeing, they had lunch and went to a good restaurant for dinner and no one had used the toilet all day.
After they ordered, the guy excused himself and went to the toilet. The girl said something in their language to her brother.
As the man came back he asked the boy what his sister told him and he answered “ she said that she would need to go to really urgently and she wanted to know if i would need to go to. Sure i would need to, it is absolutely common after holding it since morning, but we are strong, we can hold it.”
The young man had now a bad conscience, on one hand he did like it that they had their bladder full and that they were needing to wee, but did not go and on the other hand he did like this two and did not wanted to torture them and so he said to the boy “ if you really need to go, then go to the toilet with your sister.”
”Oh no, absolutely no, we don’t go. No pee for us today, we hold it until tomorrow, we are strong, we can do that!” answered the boy and the guy was glad about it and to hear that.
They had a good dinner and after the dinner, they had a cocktail in a open air bar in the city, then they went back to the hotel.
As soon as they were in their room, the guy started to strip them slowly, piece for piece. First the boy, he did wear just shorts without undies and a T-shirt, than the girl, she did wear only 2 pieces, a short summer dress and little, white panties.
Before he pulled her panties down, he looked at her wonderful slim, petite body. He looked at her flat abdomen and could see her bladder bulging a little bit over her tiny panties. He pulled slowly her panties down until her little pussy was totally naked.
They did take a shower, all three together, the young were not allowed to pee only one drop, they had to hold it with all their power, because the running water made their need stronger and worth.
The guy took a soap and washed every inch of the young, smooth bodies.
They looked nearly similar, they were both slim, petite and very smooth. The only opposites between them were, the girl had a slit between her wonderful thighs and she had little, firm breasts and he had a lovely little penis and a muscular flat chest.
They had both light pregnant hipbones and their bellies were very flat, but their bladders were already so full, so full that you could see it bulging out from their small abdomen, you could see the contours of their overfilled and swollen bladders.
They did not pee since 15 hours and they would have to go really bad, they could no more hide their strong urge anymore, especially when the guy washed their swollen bellies and pressed hard on their poor bladders.
The girl had always to cross her legs, she moaned, was bending over, but kept her little peehole dense.
It was pleasure for the guy to press on the stretched and hard bladders, but it was torture for the young.
The girl did know that men who likes girls desperate to wee, like to do that, because the man some weeks ago did that too, he pressed so hard in her belly that she thought she would get crazy from needing to wee so bad.
But now this man was nice and gentle, he did press and push not so hard, but he did like to torture her bladder to.
The man could not stop to wash the young bodies, especially the boys little, firm ass, he did like to push him one finger deep inside his boyass, his little penis and total especially he did like to wash the girls slit, her little cunt, witch was needing to wee for so long and so bad.
Then he wiped their bodies dry with a large towel, he did not forget to rubbing their bellies and to press on their swollen bladders this way,
It seemed like the boy did like it to get tortured, maybe it was a little bit the money to, but it was nearly obvious that he did like to see his sister holding her urine and to see her suffer from a strong urge.
Then they went to bed, the guy was like in heaven with that young, slim bodies beside him and to feel so much smooth, warm skin on his own body.
It was so great, one of his hands on the boys penis and the other hand in the girls slit.
The girl whispered something to the boy in their language and the man asked what she told him.
The boy said that she told him that she is needing to wee so bad, that she is afraid she will do it in the bed in the night. Then he said that she never would do that and that she will hold it until morning no matter what and if it is necessary longer.
It was so exciting for the guy to feel 4 warm and soft hands everywhere on his body, he was so horny, but he did not want to cum, he wanted to wait until tomorrow morning.
After cuddling and caress each other, he switched out the lights. The girl lay on her side, the young man behind her, with his dick pressed against her ass and one hand on her swollen belly, the boy did lie behind the guy, his hard penis pressed against the guys ass and he had one thigh entwine around the guys body.
They were a real good sandwich of sexy bodies.
At the morning when the guy waked up, the boy was already awake. The boy kissed him soft and wet on his cheek and said “good morning, did you slept well?”
”Oh yea, i slept very well and you, how are you?” the guy asked.
”Thank you for asking, i feel good to, except that i am needing to piss really, really bad. I could not even imagine that it will be possible need to go so urgently.” answered the boy, did take the man’s hand, putted it on his abdomen and said “feel how full i am down there, but i think you love that!”
”Oh yes, i am sorry, but i really, really love it, it makes me crazy to see and to feel your bladder and to imagine how bad you would need to pee.” replied the guy.
”Look at my sister.” She was still sleeping. She did lie on her back and her bladder was visible bulging out from her small lower abdomen. “Look at her belly, i think she will be frantic from needing to wee, when she wake up.” said the boy and asked “do rent us for all the week, if we hold it longer for you? We can endure more, next time you can make us drink during the day, or we can hold our morning pee all day long, for you. Would you like that? We would love to do it for you??”
To that time the girl waked up, pressed both hands between her thighs and said something in her own language.
The guy did not even ask what she said, he could think and imagine what.The boy smiled to the man, as they watched the girl wriggle from needing to wee so unbearable urgently.
She did not wee since more than 24 hours and she was needing to go since yesterday early afternoon, she went to sleep with her bladder full from all the day!! How much more can her poor bladder stand??
Some minutes later, the girl calmed down, she had accustomed at the strong pressure in her bladder and to her inhumane, unbearable urge to piss.
She did still lie with her beautiful legs tight crossed, smiled and said “good morning sires.”
The boy whispers to the guy “I told you that she would be needing to piss like crazy as soon as she wake up, but i think we don’t let her go, we make her hold it longer.”
The boy did show, or just pretend solitarily with the guy, he wanted to make her sister hold it longer, he wanted to torture her and his bladder longer, for to get rent all the week.
”What do you think, can she endure to get fucked, full like she is?”asked the young and horny man.
”Why do you ask? Girls at service don’t have to get asked if they can endure something, they simply has to endure it, no matter what.
Fuck her and if you like it, you can fuck me to, i would love it! My bladder is also full to explode!” |
Believe it or not this desperation story was actually inspired by Martin Luther King Jr. day and I wrote it on that particular day because I wanted to write something with civil rights, and all of the serious stories that I would write under my own name were too long in the time I had left to work on it, so I just sort of went with this story. I meant to post this last week but unfortunately I was in the hospital again for a full six days with one of my most grueling visits ever, so I have a lot to catch up on now. So yeah my health is definitely still declining unfortunately, otherwise I probably would have posted this a lot sooner.
I was positive I had a story like this on my list somewhere as I had been thinking about it for a long time but I couldn't find any looking up the word civil rights or freedom riders or anything like that so I guess I never added it to the list or it was under another name, but I thought of it today earlier in the pool chat and I figured I would go with it so at least I got this story accomplished now.
I know I have had an idea like this for the longest time. I couldn't find one like it on my list so maybe I never added it, but it was always in my head and something I have wondered for a long time. As a person who has read and watched a tremendous amount on the civil rights movement, like with every other struggle for freedom and every other situation in history I wondered about how there must have been situations like this when women had to go to the bathroom, which I thought must have been really common in the South where the bathrooms were segregated, and they frequently didn't have bathrooms for African-Americans at all.
This story is not meant to trivialize the civil rights movement or anything like that by any means, but I think that any type of situation where women are gathering to fight for their rights, especially in a situation like this historical one, that there were probably a lot of instances where women, particularly women of color, while bearing the greater burden of responsibility for civil rights work, but probably also doing so with painfully full bladders, as that is just the historical situation for women in virtually all times and places, but because it involves bathrooms and because that was a different era that had less freedom to talk about those things it is probably something that you never hear about in the history books. This was not a true story but it was inspired by true historical events, and I am sure that something like this most likely had happened to somebody in that time and place in history. So I finally got around to doing this story that explores that idea and I hope in the future maybe I will do a couple of other desperation stories with a historical setting.
Anyway enjoy! Also available in my blog https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/9029.html.
The Desperate Freedom Riders
In the 1960s during the civil rights movement a bunch of brave souls called the freedom riders went down to the segregated South to register people to vote and to promote awareness of civil rights issues. This is one such story, a neglected story that was not told and that you won't read about in the history books, because it involves pee.
"I know they told us that we would face hostility and possibly death and all manner of possible horrors when we agreed to this," Rosa said as she crossed her legs in her seat. "But dear Lord they didn't tell me that we would have to go this entire journey without a bathroom break!"
Rosa wasn't alone, she could see that the other black women in the bus with her were sitting with their legs crossed as well and looking anxiously out the window.
"When are we going to find a bathroom?!" a woman in the back of the bus shouted as the bus hit another speedbump as moans of agony started cascading through the bus.
"Look everybody we will hopefully find a bathroom that is not just whites only soon," Mrs. Mayberry said as she stood up at the front of the bus with her legs also not so subtly crossed. "Believe me you're not the only one who is really dying for a bathroom."
"I would be willing to die for a cause but not of a burst bladder," Rosa said as she shifted in her seat. As they looked out the window and saw that it was beginning to rain several of the other women in the bus started whimpering as well.
"Do you think we can stop so that we can pee in a field again soon," said William as he raised his hand.
All of the women began moaning loudly.
"But you guys have already peed in a field several times, what about us," Rosa said as she started tapping her foot impatiently and rocking back and forth in her seat.
"Hey you can pee in a field as well," William said as the guys began laughing.
"But it's not funny, my bladder is about to explode!" Rosa shouted as several of the other women began to protest along with her.
"Ladies let's maintain our dignity, you know that it's not as easy for us to go to the bathroom without exposing ourselves to danger," Mrs. Mayberry said bending at the knees. "Don't worry, when we get to a bathroom you will all hopefully get to go."
"Hopefully," Rosa said as she put her hands on her knees and leaned forward gritting her teeth.
"I could have tried to sneak you into the white ladies bathroom," said Wendy, Rosa's white friend and ally, with a smile.
"No you know that doing that would be too dangerous under the circumstances," Rosa said as she put her hand on Wendy's hand. "We appreciate everything you are doing by being allies to us and risking your own lives, but we can't put you in any more danger than we already are."
"But I just feel bad about the fact that I got to tinkle," Wendy said looking a lot more relaxed as she leaned back in her seat. "Although truth be told is I could use another bathroom break. But I mean given what you have to go through I suppose that being a privileged white lady I shouldn't be complaining since I already got to pee two times and you haven't even gotten to go once."
"Don't let your liberal guilt destroy you, it's not your fault that they have bathrooms for you and not for us, that's what we are trying to change, and you are an excellent ally who is weathering the storm with us," Rosa said as she looked out once again to the window to see that the rain was dripping down the sides of the bus as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. "Besides I don't think that your guilt is probably anywhere near as painful as an outrageously full bladder."
"Don't worry we are coming up to a rest stop shortly," Mrs. Mayberry said jumping up and down clearly desperate for a bathroom herself but trying her best to maintain her composure.
Shortly after that they arrived at a rest stop and by then it had stopped raining.
"Okay now let us all exit the bus in an orderly manner," Mrs. Mayberry said as women began charging out of the bus, practically knocking her down in the process as they all piled out of the bus and towards the rest stop. However they all froze in their tracks when they saw a sign that said restrooms for whites only.
"This is my worst nightmare!" Rosa said as she grabbed herself and danced in place. "If I don't get to a bathroom soon I think I'm going to go out of my mind."
"Now remember, we are not going to do anything that's going to endanger us or cause trouble, we just have to hope that the next rest stop," Mrs. Mayberry said before pausing a moment and looking like she was in agony. "We just have to hope that the next rest stop has bathrooms for our kind. Remember that this is the kind of prejudice that we are trying to fight against. We just have to persevere and keep marching towards freedom."
All of the African-American women waiting outside of the bus looked on with looks of horror.
"I suppose the guys could go pee in the field right," William said as a bunch of guys began going off into the bushes to relieve themselves for the third time.
Rosa practically wanted to cry as she saw the guys go off to relieve themselves.
"Does anybody else need to use the restroom while we are here, the white restroom I mean," Mrs. Mayberry said as she looked at the restroom door like she was seriously contemplating breaking it down.
"Forgive me Rosa, but I really need to go, nervous bladder," Wendy said as she and a couple of other white girls on the bus started lining up for the bathroom.
As Rosa looked at William coming back from the field with a smile on his face, and Wendy coming back from the white restroom with a look of relief on her face, she knew that she had to be strong and not to show any sign of weakness, but all she could think about right then and there was relieving herself by any means possible.
She knew that it would be against the law for her to use the white girls bathroom, but as she saw the bathroom standing there just a few feet away as her bladder throbbed with an intensity that she didn't think possible, she put her fingers in her mouth and began biting down on them as she and the other African-American women started getting back on the bus and slowly, carefully and gently began sitting down again.
"Everybody settle down, I know that a lot of you really really want the bathroom, believe me I can relate," Mrs. Mayberry said as she made her hand into a fist and pounded against the front seat of the bus. "But sometimes you have to suffer for your freedom, and don't worry I'm sure that eventually we're going to have to come to a place that has a bathroom for us."
As the bus ride continued Rosa could barely concentrate. She couldn't remember how many hours it had been since they had come to a bathroom that she was able to use, but she could barely sit still, and as she looked around the bus she could see that most of the other women who shared her skin tone looked equally uncomfortable.
"If it helps you could just try to take your mind off of it and think about something really pleasant," Wendy said. "My mother always said to use nature imagery like a waterfall or a stream or, sorry I guess that's not helping. There isn't a whole lot of nature imagery that doesn't involve water is there?"
Rosa put her hand on Wendy's hand. "It's okay Wendy, it's not your fault that you were able to pee, it's an unjust system of racist segregation that is keeping us from relief, and that's what we are riding for, I just wish that we were riding in a bus that had bathrooms!"
The bus continued on its way, fortunately not encountering any more roadblocks or obstacles in their way, and soon they were at their destination where they were going to rally for their rights.
"Okay everybody we are here, try to contain your excitement," Mrs. Mayberry said, her legs tightly crossed as every other woman on the bus was practically jumping out of their seat trying to contain a lot more than just their excitement.
As everybody piled out of the bus they finally saw what they thought was their salvation, it was restrooms, and they had a white and colored bathroom.
"Oh thank you Jesus!" Rosa said as she tightly crossed her legs, freezing in place as she saw a large line develop in front of the colored women's bathroom.
Wendy started slowly and guiltily tiptoeing towards the white restrooms as Rosa waved her on.
"I'm sorry, it's just I have a nervous bladder and I have to go a lot," Wendy said as she got in line for the white women's bathroom.
As Rosa found herself towards the end of the line for the bathroom she tried to maintain focus and concentration as she put her hands on her knees and kept her eyes on the prize, the prize of course being the God dammed bathroom in this instance, and she had never wanted it so bad in all of her life.
Meanwhile the others who had arrived at the rally started giving speeches using bullhorns so that everybody who was waiting in line for the bathroom and elsewhere on the grounds could hear.
A tall black man got up on the stage and began speaking and Rosa gradually remembered that his name was Martin Parker, an old friend of hers. "I would just like to give a special word of thanks out to all of the women who have come here today especially, who faced not just racism but sexism as well. They have become the backbone of this desperate struggle that we find ourselves in."
Rosa could think of another desperate struggle that was taking precedence over that at the moment, although she was glad to see that somebody was acknowledging all of the special effort that the women had to put in, to say nothing of the fact that they hadn't had a pee break the entire day and were all trying not to wet themselves.
Finally it was almost Rosa's turn at the bathroom and she was practically in tears of joy just at the prospect.
"I would like to say special thanks to one woman who has done a lot more and who has gone above and beyond the call of duty, Rosa will you please come up here," he said pointing to Rosa in the bathroom line.
Rosa looked ahead at the bathroom and it wasn't her "duty" she wanted to take care of, it was her pee pee. She wanted to turn down the honor but she knew that it would be extremely rude to do so, even as she was hopping up and down.
"Well I can see that you are hopping up and down with excitement, I know that you probably want to come up here and say a few words," he said as Rosa waved her hands like she didn't want to. "She's just being shy folks, I know that she is eager to get up here and to let you all know in her own words what this struggle means to her."
Rosa thought that she was about to cry then and there, but then she straightened her back, stood up straight and slowly hobbled up onto the stage.
"Rosa has carried a great weight on her shoulder," Martin said as she thought that she was carrying a greater weight somewhere else, and it certainly wasn't on her shoulders. "Do you think maybe you could read that speech that you read to me during the last rally, you know the one about the struggle for freedom being like a river."
Rosa felt like she was about to faint but she gradually and slowly stood up at the podium, because at least the podium would be blocking view of her if she ended up pissing herself. She could see a large audience of women, some of whom looked like they had crossed legs as well, who could probably relate to what she was feeling at the moment.
"Freedom is like a river," Rosa said swallowing deeply and fighting back tears. "Freedom is a river that flows through all of us, but in some of us it's a very gentle st-stream." She had to press her legs together behind the podium to avoid having an accident as she took a deep breath before continuing. "But for some of us the river of freedom flows in a much less gentle stream, and we have to fight the current, fight all of the water and all the pressure that is bearing down on us, and it's all we could do to keep fighting to make sure that we never drown and never just go with the flow, however easier it may seem to do so. Sometimes you have to fight the pressure, you have to go upstream and fight the stronger battle, the harder battle, the battle that seems like it's not always winnable until you finally reach the end goal and then you find sweet sweet freedom at long last."
Rosa found that she was now shaking and could not fight back her tears any longer as several people in the audience began clapping and cheering.
"Thank you Rosa, do you have anything else you would like to share?" Martin said smiling at her. "It looks like you are overcome with emotion right now."
"No, I think I'm good," Rosa said as everybody began clapping as she slowly started walking down from the stage before bolting like crazy towards the bathroom, pushing Mrs. Mayberry out of the way, slamming the door, pulling her dress out of the way, slamming her ass down on the toilet and finally letting loose with a thick stream of fast flowing freedom. She had never felt freer and had never felt better as she screamed out with joy before finally coming out of the bathroom and handed Mrs. Mayberry a roll of toilet paper. "Sorry but sometimes struggles for freedom will do that to people," she said as Mrs. Mayberry ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
Rosa strode confidently back up to the stage and took the podium again. "But actually I do have something more to say, and and I'll tell you nobody is free until they have the most basic freedom on earth, being free to pee!"
As Rosa stood up there in front of everybody the women who were still standing with their legs crossed began shouting and cheering louder than ever before.
As she continued smiling and watching the crowd cheering for her, she thought that sometimes revolutions really do begin in the most unlikely of places, she just hoped that in this instance they wouldn't run out of toilet paper before it was over. |
This scene is from a book that I was writing but decided to axe because as I accepted my sexual orientation, and realized that I didn't want to write about male/female relationships. The book had a variety of different kinks and relationships, and I wrote a few omo scenes before I decided to axe the project. I think these scenes are still pretty good though, and deserve to see the light of day. This is the first omo scene I wrote for the book, but not the first chronologically.
The scene is quite long and includes male desperation and wetting, watersports, orgasm control, and references to BDSM, and it is very sexually graphic. It takes place the morning after the first night the couple spends together. Also, one of the main character's names is Brandon. I wrote this before the name became politicized. I hope you enjoy!
The morning after the first night
When Brandon woke up, he was both surprised and extremely happy to realize that last night hadn’t been a dream. His arms were still around Kaia. She was still asleep, her back to him, and her breathing deep and peaceful. Even though his right arm seemed to have been under Kaia all night, it wasn’t asleep, nor did it feel tired or even uncomfortable. Brandon sighed deeply, breathing in Kaia’s scent. Her soft, dark hair was only a couple of inches away from his face, and smelled like oranges.
It wasn’t until Brandon realized the wonder of his current circumstances that he then realized he had a very large and painful erection that pressed up against Kaia’s lower back. He also needed to pee pretty badly. But he didn’t want to wake Kaia up. He could feel the soft skin of her stomach against his hand from where her pajama top rode up slightly. She was so peaceful and beautiful. He found her deep, even breathing relaxing. He slowly moved slightly closer to her, careful not to wake her up, and buried his face in her soft, sweet smelling hair. He felt his erect penis become even more engorged as it pressed harder against her lower back. He felt himself blush, feeling glad that Kaia couldn’t see him. He felt the heat of her skin through her thick hair. He slowly and carefully raised his left hand away from Kaia’s middle, and gently brushed Kaia’s hair away from her neck.
When he saw the back of her neck, he was very surprised, because on the upper part of the back of her neck was a very small, detailed tattoo. He’d never seen it before, even with her hair in ponytail. He couldn’t tell what the tattoo was, especially with his face right next to it. He moved his head back ever so slightly so that he could see it better. It had black detailing and was colored in dark green. It was made up of a rounded tree design in the middle with two rings surrounding it. Inside the outer rings were strange symbols. They seemed to be made of points connected together by straight lines, but the lines that connected the points seemed to be in very strange patterns. He had no idea Kaia had any tattoos besides the mermaid tattoo on her left calf. He stared at the tattoo for a long time, trying to make out what it was. He raised his thumb and very gently moved it over the tattoo, trying to trace it over the strange symbols, but they were so small he quickly realized that it was impossible. Kaia’s skin was so soft and smooth, and he continued moving his thumb over the back of her neck, feeling just how unbelievably soft and silky her skin felt. He let out another sigh. He had to pee quite badly now, but he found himself focused more on Kaia than his growing need. Her skin was so soft, so wonderful. He wanted to, needed to, feel it even more. He slowly brought his arm down over Kaia again, feeling her body against his. He pressed his lips against her soft neck, below the tattoo. With his lips, he could feel the warmth and softness of her skin even more. Kaia stirred a bit, making a soft noise. “Oh no, I woke her up.” Brandon thought. Kaia slowly began to move, stretching her arms above her head. Then she turned around to face him, freeing his arm from underneath her.
“Good morning.” She said, continuing to stretch her arms overhead.
Even now, as she turned and he saw her beautiful face, he felt his muscles go weak. She smiled at him.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s OK. It’s probably time to get up by now anyway.” But instead, Kaia placed her hands under her head, looking at Brandon. He stared into her eyes. He was only halfway aware that he was grinning at her stupidly.
“Have any dreams last night?” She inquired.
“This feels like a dream.” He said, still somewhat unaware of what he was saying, still staring into her eyes.
“Want me to pinch you?” Kaia said, giggling. “Don’t worry, I won’t do that. I hate being pinched. How about this instead?”
Kaia inched her way towards Brandon a bit, and gently grazed her lips against his. She started to pull away, but Brandon kissed her back hard. He kissed her frantically, wanting to feel every bit of her against him. Kaia allowed this for a few seconds, but then pulled back with finality. Brandon let out a groan.
Kaia had a bit of a mischievous smile on her face as she gazed back at Brandon.
“I had a really interesting dream last night.” She said. “I was by this river with a really strong current, and I could see it rushing by.”
At the mention of rushing water, Brandon began to squirm a bit, clenching his blood filled extremity in his hand, even though he was so hard that not even a drop could have escaped him.
Kaia giggled. Brandon wasn’t sure if Kaia had noticed his situation or not. Was she teasing him on purpose? He couldn’t tell.
“And there were all these beavers building dams in the river.” Kaia continued, “They would leave and disappear into the forest for a bit, and then come back with twigs and branches that they used to make the dam to stop the current. But the current was so strong that they had to work really fast so they wouldn’t get swept away.”
Brandon continued to squirm harder as Kaia told him about her dream.
“But they used their tails so well to block the river current as they worked. They were so cute. Hmm... I wonder what that dream meant. It’s always so interesting how nature plays out in dreams, isn’t it?”
“What are the symbols on your tattoo?” Brandon asked, even though both his balls and bladder were desperate for relief, this seemed more important somehow.
“The tattoo on the back of my neck?”
“Yeah, I didn’t know you had any other ones besides the mermaid tail.”
“They’re not symbols, they’re constellations.”
Brandon was taken a little aback, and felt confused and a bit stupid.
“Oh. I should have realized that. But... why are they so small?”
“I wanted a tattoo that was small and easy to hide. So the constellations ended up turning out really small. It was my first tattoo. It’s not a great tattoo exactly, but it has an important meaning.”
“What does it mean?” He asked.
Kaia flipped over, and held her hair up so that Brandon could see it better.
“The tree is the tree of life. It’s been used by all different religions for thousands of years, it represents the connection of all of life. It links heaven to the underworld. The rings of constellations around the outside represent the unearthly parts of the world, that world isn’t just Earth, it encompasses everything- including other galaxies and space itself. It shows what we can see - or what we think we can see that is, and know, and things that we can only see and understand across a great distance, and our own limited understanding of it all.”
“Whoa.” Brandon said, with a sharp intake of breath. He felt like he never knew quite what to expect from Kaia, she was always revealing new things about herself and the deep, almost secretive knowledge of everything that she seemed to have. This was exactly the kind of thing that always made Brandon fall even harder for Kaia. She thought about such a big, vast picture of everything. He’d never met anyone before who could describe things like this - especially this early in the morning.
“I can’t believe I didn’t know that those were constellations.” Brandon said, shaking his head.
“It’s supposed to look a little mysterious.” Kaia said, “that’s part of the point. We don’t fully understand what heaven is, or the underworld, or especially other galaxies. Science, at least through what we know of science right now, can’t fully explain these things. Even religion can’t completely explain it either. So the tattoo not being super legible makes it even better.”
Brandon was squirming around a lot by now. But he couldn’t have peed even if he had wanted to because of the massive erection he had, which created a tent in his pajama pants. He partly hoped Kaia would help him out, that would have felt wonderful. But he also knew how much Kaia enjoyed teasing and torturing him, and despite how much he wanted to deny it, he loved that too.
It was clear that Kaia was noticing his predicament. She gave him a sly smile.
“Got something on your mind, Brandon?” She asked him.
“Yes.” He answered, somewhat sheepishly.
A thoughtful look crossed Kaia’s face.
“And what would be on your mind so early in the morning?” Kaia asked, continuing to look thoughtful as she leaned on her hand.
“I uh - I’m bursting to pee.” Brandon admitted, blushing a bit.
Kaia smiled. “I can tell. And I would also guess that you can’t pee right now.”
Brandon smiled “You know me so well, Kaia. I should have realized you were teasing me.”
“I did really have that dream, but I thought I’d use it to tease you just a little bit.” Kaia held up her thumb and pointer finger with a small distance between them. “But I also know that you love it.”
Kaia scooted herself over, closer to Brandon. She ran her hands over his chest, down his legs, and then up to his legs to his thighs where her hands stopped. Brandon felt his skin tingle through his clothes and wished that there weren’t so many layers of fabric between them. Kaia began to stroke his inner thigh. Brandon felt his cock pulsating with arousal. Her hand was close.
“Oh please, Kaia. Please.” He begged.
Kaia raised her eyebrows.
“Please what?” She said, feigning innocence as she continued to run her hands over his thighs and then up over his chest. “What do you want me to do, Brandon?”
“I’m so horny.” He gasped out.
Kaia pouted her lips. “And what do you want me to do about that exactly?”
“I... I want you touch me.”
“OK” Kaia said with a mischievous glint in her eyes “Where?” She moved her hands down and stroked his inner thighs again. “Like this?” She stretched her arms up again, rubbing her hands gently over his chest “Like this?”
“That feels good, but I want...”
Kaia looked into his eyes “Tell me what you want, Brandon. Where do you want me to touch you?”
“I want... I want... I want you to touch....to touch my cock. And I want you... kiss me.” He felt himself blush deeply.
Kaia smiled and didn’t say anything or move for a second. Then she kissed Brandon hard, and rolled over on top of him, straddling him. She ran her hands through his hair while she kissed him, then moved her hands lower, pressing them against his chest.
Brandon found himself in a state of pure ecstasy. He kissed her back hard. This time, he kissed Kaia so deeply he could really taste her. Kaia’s lips tasted of vanilla, orange, and slightly of mint. He opened his mouth, and their tongues touched gently. Kaia began to slow the kiss down, before speeding it up and kissing him hard again, then she suddenly pulled away. Brandon panted for air.
“When you said you wanted me to kiss you, did you mean like that?”
Brandon felt almost a bit winded, he could barely talk.
“Yes. Just like that. That’s...”
Kaia pulled him against her, kissing him again as she moved her hands down slowly. She gently brushed her hands against his engorged bulge, then began to run her hands up and down quickly over the front of his pajama pants. She pulled her lips away from his briefly.
“Ooohhh” Brandon let out a long, low, loud moan. Then Kaia reached her hand inside his pants over his underwear and began to move her hands quickly and expertly over his penis. She continued to kiss him, alternating between kissing him hard and gently, but always keeping him guessing.
Brandon raised his hips, grinding his dick against Kaia’s hand as she touch, gripped, and squeezed his cock and balls with her hands. She moved her hands up and down his length, fast and slow, squeezing and cupping his balls with her other hand.
Brandon squirmed under her, both from his very full bladder and his tight balls and hugely engorged cock. He needed release in so many ways.
Kaia moved her lips away from his, and onto his ear and along his neck. Then she reached into his underwear, her hands circling around his penis and squeezing while cupping his balls. He was going to bust, he was going to cum. Kaia must have felt it too because she moved her hands out of his boxers and began moving her hands around on top of them again, stroking him through his underwear. At the same time, she continued to kiss his neck.
She put her knees on either side of him, pinning him in place while she kissed him hard and rubbed him through his underwear.
Having another layer of fabric between them didn’t make Brandon feel like he was going to cum any less. He realized that she was actually going to let him cum this time. The pressure of her soft, warm hands rubbing hard on him and her lips on him was just too much, or exactly what he needed, depending on how you looked at it, he supposed.
“FUCK!” He screamed loudly as he came, Kaia’s mouth was still moving over on his lips, his neck, and his ear, which only heightened his orgasm. He screamed again and again and grunted loudly as he ejaculated, his cum spurting into his underwear.
Kaia removed her lips from him, and slowly backed up until she was straddling his stomach. He stared up at her beautiful, glowing face and into her eyes.
“Oh. My. God.” He panted, “Wow.” Then he realized how much he had to pee, and how much harder it was going to be now to hold it in. He squeezed himself. Then an idea came to him. Perhaps it was his post-orgasm haze, or perhaps he really was feeling more comfortable with himself.
“Kaia, I’m so desperate, I’m absolutely bursting. Do you mind if I.... I want to piss in bed. Is that OK?”
Kaia fixed him with a lovely, genuine smile.
“You have waterproof sheets for a reason right?”
“Yeah. But you won’t mind getting wet?”
“Not at all.” She said, grinning at him. “That sounds” she signed and inhaled sharply, “really hot.”
“What about your pajamas? I don’t want to ruin them. You look... so good in them. I mean...” Kaia giggled, leaned over him again and kissed him lightly.
“Well, you have a washer right here, we can always wash them. Hold on, I have an idea.”
“I’m trying to hold on.” Brandon mumbled to himself.
Kaia moved to the side, and pulled Brandon’s pants off of him. He was now only in a white T-shirt and dark blue cum-stained boxers.
“We can keep these dry, especially because I want to see your cock when you piss.” She quickly got back into bed beside him. “OK,” she said, “now get yourself even wetter.”
Brandon grinned to himself. She really accepted him for everything he was, and what he wanted. He decided to play his desperation up for just a bit longer, for both of their sakes. He squirmed and moaned, holding his crotch and squeezing his cock. Kaia smiled hugely at him. She seemed to be enjoying this just about as much as he was. He wasn’t even really playing up his desperation up anymore. He could barely hold it in anymore. He flipped on his side away from Kaia, and let out a small leak.
“Oh yes. Oh yeah.” Kaia whispered, looking over at him as his boxers dampened with piss. She reached her hand over onto his cock, touching him through his cum-stained underwear that was now damp with his pee. He let out another small leak while she touched him, before changing position, lying on his back as he let a few more spurts out. Kaia continued to rub his cock through his underwear as his piss spurted out. It felt amazing to slowly let his warm wetness escape, to feel it on his cock and thighs while the most beautiful, perfect girl he had ever met rubbed his cock while he pissed. Not only that, but she was loving it too. He rolled over onto his side, then part way on his back as he let several more leaks out, trying to get himself and the bed was wet as possible. It was getting hard to stop. He wanted to just wet himself completely, but he had to prolong this feeling as long as he could. He rolled over onto his side again, this time facing Kaia. His shirt was wet now and it had become partly see through. Kaia ran her hands over his wet stomach.
“Your abs look so good like that.” She whispered.
He grinned up at her, feeling unbelievably happy. There was a small wet spot on the bed now. He rolled over onto his stomach, and let more out, gasping. There was now a good sized wet patch on the bed he was happy to see, and his boxers and t-shirt were soaked. He leaned to his left side again, away from Kaia, letting a spurt out as he did. Kaia look over at him.
“Oh, your bulge looks stunning that she said quietly. And your abs and your chest...” he couldn’t stop grinning stupidly with euphoric happiness, both with how wonderful he felt and how much it seemed to turn Kaia on. He was beyond happy that he could arouse her so much just by doing this. She cuddled up against him, her front towards his back. He sighed deeply. She ran her fingers across his side, over his chest, and down his length. He let a couple of spurts out into her hand as she rubbed him, feeling and cupping his cock in her hand.“Oh, that’s so hot. Do that again Brandon. Piss into my hand.” He did. It was heavenly to piss into her hand while she cupped and rubbed his dick. He found himself getting more and more aroused by the situation as well. He continued to let out several long squirts of piss into her hand, then rolled over to face her again.
“You’re really soaking wet now.” She said with a giggle. She adjusted herself and continued to touch his cock as he let more out while facing her. He had made quite a puddle in bed now, and Kaia was wet too. He had let quite a bit out, but he still had to go really badly. “Wait, before you let it all out, I want to sit on your lap.”
“Yes.” He said, still grinning at her stupidly. He loved how into this she was. He sat up and she knelt over him, facing him. He let more out. The bed was soaking, and Kaia was almost as wet with his piss as he was. She lowered herself down onto him, into his lap over his soaked boxers. He kept pissing like that for a while, staring into Kaia’s beautiful eyes. Kaia stared at him lustfully.
“Wait, before you finish, lie back down again facing me.” He did, while grabbing hold of and pinching of his dick to try to stop the flow. Once he was lying down again, she put her arms over his shoulders, he stared into her face, at her beautiful forest green eyes and soft, plump lips as he let out a steady stream. This time, especially with her face in front of him, he realized that couldn’t stop.
“I can’t stop, I’m going to have to finish like this.” He said to her quietly.
Kaia smiled at him. “Oh yes, keep pissing for me just like that.” He kept pissing for a while, unable to stop and fully relieved himself while staring into her face, soaking the front of Kaia’s pajamas. He let out several long dribbles even after he thought that he had finished. Kaia was smiling widely at him, her arms still around his shoulders. She sighed, staring deeply into his eyes as he finished.
“That was...wow.” Kaia looked down at his soaked body, moving her hands over his chest and abs, and down to his cock. “You look so hot all soaked with your piss Brandon. Oh, I loved how you only tried to let a little bit out to start with.” She pulled herself closer to him, kissing him hard, her hands ruffling through his hair. He felt his lips start to tingle, and the feeling spread downwards through his stomach and chest and then even farther down. He felt himself start to get hard again already. Kaia backed off a bit, then kissed him hard again, teasing him. After a few minutes, Kaia pulled her lips away from his.
“ I love being covered in your piss, but we should probably get up and shower off now.” She said. Brandon felt his face flush with a mixture of happiness and arousal. She got up from his bed, and opened his bedroom door, and stood in front of the washer in the small windowless hallway next to his bedroom. She slowly and sexily lifted her pajama top up over her head, and then rung it out on the hard floor, giving him the best strip tease he had ever gotten. “Look at how much you pissed. You got me all soaked.” He was pleased to see how much piss he had gotten all over her, and how much she seemed to enjoy it. “Do you think anybody could see me out in the window if I went to get some paper towels to clean up all of your naughty, dirty piss off the floor?” She asked him.
“I left the curtains closed in there earlier, but even if they could see you, I don’t think they’d mind at all.” He said. Kaia smirked, and disappeared from his field of vision momentarily. When she came back, she was holding a roll of paper towels. She bent down slowly and sexily and wiped up the floor. Then she repeated the same thing with her pajama shorts, and he was pleased to see that she wasn’t wearing anything under them. Once she was standing there naked, she slid a finger into her vagina, and pulled it out, revealing an entirely different kind of wetness, before putting it in her mouth and sucking on it. Brandon felt himself hardening even more at the wonderful show Kaia was putting on, as well as the glorious sight of Kaia’s tall, slender, slightly muscular body.
She made a come hither motion with her hand, and Brandon got up and followed her over to the washing machine.
When he came up to Kaia, she sank to her knees in front of him, and kissed his cock, which was swiftly growing more and more through his boxers, which were a mess from his cum and pee. She began suck at him through his piss soaked and cum stained boxers, tasting his pee and semen. Just as Brandon began to feel weak at his knees, she stood up abruptly, pulled his shirt off over his head, then pulled down his boxers with ease, and threw both of them into the wash. She walked over, with Brandon following behind her, to his bed. She quickly removed the sheets with his help, threw them in the washing machine as well, put the detergent in, and started the machine. This whole time, Brandon hadn’t stopped staring at Kaia’s gorgeous naked body with her long, slender, slightly muscular limbs, and toned stomach and flat chest, and of course her pretty bare feet as she walked across his room towards the bathroom. On the way, she stopped by her bag in the corner of the room, taking out a bar of soap, and then a condom. She gave him a small smirk as she did so.
As Brandon followed Kaia into the shower, he was still in his post-orgasmic state of happiness. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, not the part where Kaia had let him cum (albeit in his pants), and especially not what had happened afterwards, where she cuddled up to him and sat on his lap while he pissed all over himself, his bed, and her. And how she seemed quite aroused by it herself, just about as much as him. He’d never had a girl be even remotely OK with doing anything close to that, but this was Kaia. And Kaia wasn’t just another pretty girl, attracted to him because of his fairly good looks and ability to fix her computer if she needed it. No, Kaia was completely different. She was extremely smart, perhaps the smartest person he had ever met. She was so kind and understanding of everything. Of him. And she was beautiful in the most unusual way.
What with Kaia getting the condom out of her bag, how aroused she knew he was by now, and how aroused she must have been, given how wet her finger had been when she’d pulled it out of her, which was an image Brandon was going to keep burned into his memory, he was sure she’d want to have sex again as soon as they got into the shower. Instead she set the condom down on a shelf in the shower, turned on the water and began to wash herself off. Brandon just stared at her. He stared at her beautiful, slender, athletic body was she lathered herself up with soap. Then, she handed him the bar of soap. He sniffed it, wondering if it smelled the wonderful way Kaia always smelled. But it didn’t. It didn’t smell like anything really, just soap. He felt a bit disappointed. He began to wash himself off too, still staring at Kaia as he did. He was very hard by this point, and he wanted her so much. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to convince her, and staring at her naked and wet was wonderful enough, but he decided to try his luck and make it obvious what he wanted. He managed to look away from her, and slow down as he washed his inner thighs and genitals, looking up at her again with a the best questioning, curious face that he could. After he lathered himself up, he moved over under the shower head to wash himself off, making sure she got a good look at his once again erect penis. He felt almost shameless after what had just happened, so he very slowly started running his hands up and down his length. While he did this he glanced over at Kaia, giving her a mischievous look. She was looking at him, but with the most innocent expression he could imagine for someone seeing him jerk off. He turned around, and ran his other hand along her arm. Then he moved his hand through her wet hair, and placed his hand on her side. He leaned in towards her, kissing her hard on the lips. He dropped his other hand from his penis, running his hand through her wet hair. It stuck to his hands, clinging to him. After about five seconds, Kaia backed out of the kiss, her expression far less innocent.
“You sure think a lot of yourself right now, don’t you?” She asked. He gently cupped her left cheek in his hand.
“Yes”, he said the word punctuated by an audible smirk.
“Oh you.” Kaia playfully slapped at his hand, not enough to hurt. He didn’t move it away from her, feeling the soft skin of her face in his hand, and staring into her eyes.
“Well, forgive me for doing so when you are in my bed.”
Kaia smiled a bit at this. “You mean your bed that you pissed all over with me in it.”
Brandon smiled to himself, still gently cupping her cheek up towards him, so she had to look towards him. She didn’t back away. But then she said something that made Brandon drop his hand away, and made his heart jump right into his throat.
“You know...” She said slowly, “I haven’t peed yet this morning.” With that, she picked up the condom from the shelf and opened the wrapper, which she dropped on the floor of the shower. Then she put the condom on the head of his penis, and slowly and carefully unrolled it. With that Brandon inhaled sharply, forgetting about how he had just felt about himself a moment ago. He was so turned on and she was so perfect that he felt himself practically melting over her, craving her lips around him, and to enter into the warm wetness of her vagina. He wanted those things more than anything else in the world. He felt dizzy with nervousness with arousal. After the condom was in place, she ran her hand up and down his length a few times. He let out a soft moan as he felt warmth of her hand through the thin latex. Then, so slowly that it felt like an agonizing eternity to Brandon, she positioned herself with her back to him, reached back around and took his cock in her hand, guiding it into place inside her vagina.
It was absolute heaven. The warm, tight walls of her vagina hugged him in. He could feel how wet she was inside. He was let out several loud moans. He braced his arms against the opposite wall of the shower, but before he could do anything else, Kaia began to move slowly against him. He lost his grip on the side of the shower that his hands were backed against, falling gently against the wall to his back as Kaia continued to fuck herself on his cock. He gasped and moaned as she kept moving against him, and he managed to slowly thrust himself inside of her as well. They moved against each other together, Kaia seeming to know exactly where Brandon was behind her. Within 30 seconds he felt like he was about to cum. Kaia seemed to know that too, and she moved away from him, slipping him out of her easily.
“What? I- please - I.”
Kaia positioned herself against the opposite wall from him, leaning against it with one leg raised. It took him a few seconds to realize what she was doing, and when he did, he gasped.
“Are you...?” She was about to fulfill the fantasy he had told her about months ago, then one she said she wasn’t sure if she could do. He had wanted this for years, more than almost anything else. Kaia caught his gaze.
“Yes.” She said, “Stay where you are. I need to make sure I’m aiming right.” She made several small movements, adjusting herself.
Brandon felt his muscles go weak again. He had couldn’t believe how long he had wanted his. And it was with Kaia. She was going to do this.
Once Kaia seemed to be in the right position, she used her left hand to spread open her labia. She was making it so he could see everything too! But she had an anxious expression on her face.
“You want...?” She asked him.
“Oh... Oh yes. Please. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
Kaia still seemed nervous. She was balanced easily, but couldn’t seem to get started. He was worrying that maybe she wouldn’t be able to do it. After over two minutes he was about to say something, when her stream finally came shooting out of her urethra. Just as she had planned so carefully, it hit right on Brandon’s dick. It was warm, and it felt wonderful. It was everything he wanted and more. It was even better than he imagined it would be. Brandon moaned loudly and screamed with immense pleasure as her stream hit him. His vision went fuzzy. He felt like he was going to cum.... he was going to cum... he was cumming. He was cumming and he couldn’t stop as Kaia’s pee stream continued to hit him. After a little less than a minute, she stopped but he was still cumming. He saw stars and each one of them had what he could still see of her inside it. He fell down on the floor of the shower, still cumming. This was the best orgasm he’d ever had. It was truly the hardest he’d ever cum in his life. He could hardly move, and couldn’t speak, his screams and moans dying off into silent ecstasy as he sat of the floor of the shower, still cumming. He could only stare up at her wide-eyed. Kaia knelt down on shower floor in front of him looking scared.
“Brandon?” “Brandon, can you hear me?” Are you alright?”
He was only able to nod very slightly.
“What’s happening? Say something to me please.” Kaia was panicking. She put her hands on his shoulders, shaking him.
“Brandon, please say something. Please. Talk to me.” Tears began to fall down her face. “I just wanted to- to - oh my god.” She began sobbing. “Please, Brandon, talk to me? Talk to me, if you can hear me. Do I need to call 911?” She turned the shower on cold, letting the cold water splash down across his face.
Brandon inhaled deeply, then exhaled. His vision became clearer. He looked up at Kaia, looking right in her eyes, deeply staring into them, he tried to see more deeply into her than he ever had before.
“I love you.”
“W-what?” Kaia said, looking confused and scared.
The feeling slowly began to come back into Brandon’s muscles. He reached his arms around Kaia, drawing her as close to him as he could on the wet shower floor, almost pulling her on top of himself.
“I love you.” He said, louder and more clearly this time. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m OK - more than OK really.” He laughed, he brought his fingers to Kaia’s cheeks, gently wiping away her tears. She had stopped crying as quickly as she had began, but she looked dumbfounded.
“I can tell that you completely accept me.” He said. “And wow. That’s the hardest I’ve ever cum from anything, so much so that I scared you didn’t I?”
Kaia nodded.
“You just blew my freaking mind, more than you even do the rest of the time, which is really saying something.” He chuckled. Something close to a smile crossed Kaia’s face. “It’s just - I can tell how much you want to please me, and you never judge me or seem to think I’m weird.” He realized he wasn’t sure why or how he was saying what he was saying, but the words just came tumbling out if his mouth. “I love you as a dominatrix, when you control me and are a tiny bit mean, but even then I can tell how much you care about me, and making me feel good is what really gets you off, isn’t it?”
Kaia almost imperceptibly nodded.
“And that’s why I love you. You care so much even though you pretend that you don’t. And when I’m with you - when I just see you even - you make my muscles and insides turn to jelly in the best way. I feel dizzy and nervous. I want you to be impressed by me. Back when I saw you the very first time I knew that you were different from any person I had even met before. And I knew right then that I loved you, that’s probably why I dropped all of those jam jars, and then I didn’t even care when Toby yelled at me. And even though I was so nervous I still wanted to get to know you. I want to know everything there is to know about you, and even when I feel like I know so much you always still surprise me. I love that. You are such a genius, I swear you are even though I know you don’t think you are. You are beyond beautiful, it’s like something within you shines so brightly that I can’t even look directly at you, but I also can’t tear my eyes away at the same time. I can’t ever fully stop thinking about you. You always make me feel amazing, and it’s probably good you like to edge me, control when I cum, because when you do make me cum, it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world. And you see things in me that nobody else can, and you bring them out of me and I’m surprised at how well you can just understand everything. My heart and every other part of me really does belong to you. I’m yours. The more I learn about you, the more you say, the harder I fall - sometimes literally for you. I want to be with you, inside you. After we first met so often I would have dreams where your lips were all over me, I couldn’t even tell where exactly sometimes, and I’d wake up cumming so hard, but not nearly the way I just did - and in the way I do when I’m actually with you. You seem like out of a dream but you’re real. Maybe you really should pinch me. You can do whatever you want with me. You are beyond beautiful, beyond perfect, I love you. I just want to make you happy.”
This time Kaia was frozen up and looked a bit shocked.
“I...I...I love you Brandon. It’s just...it’s complicated.”
“That’s OK.” Brandon picked up a small damp strand of Kaia’s hair and twirled it around his finger before tucking it behind her ear.
“Maybe we should talk about this after we get dressed.”
“Alright.” He kissed her on the lips softly, barely able to tear himself away. They got up and stepped out of the shower slowly, and Brandon removed the condom and threw it in the bathroom wastebasket.
They both dressed quickly, and headed out into the kitchen. Brandon brewed some coffee, and Kaia sat down at the table. They both sat in silence for a little while, both thinking hard. Finally Kaia spoke.
“There’s something I have to tell you.”
Brandon looked up at her “Oh?”
Kaia took a deep breath. “I’m aromantic.”
Brandon was confused. “Er...sorry. You’re what?”
“I’m aromantic. I don’t have romantic feelings for people - I don’t experience romantic attraction. I still love, but just not in that way. I obviously have sexual feelings. I experience sexual attraction. I love you as a friend and I’m sexually attracted to you, but I don’t have romantic feelings for you.” Kaia took another deep breath “I guess what I’m trying to say is - I love you, Brandon, I really do. But I’m not sure if it’s in the same way you love me. I’m sorry. I’ll er - I have to go.” She quickly darted into the bedroom, grabbed her bag, and ran out of his apartment. |
Hello omo.org, I’ve been a member for a while enjoying the excellent content and community here. I’ve also been hesitant to post any of my own writing, but I’m taking the leap and posting my first story!
For context I am a guy, write most of my stories in first person though and have my girlfriend read them to me as stories, so this is written as a first person story from a woman’s perspective.
The story:
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Embarrassing Accident at the Game Bar
Last Saturday, I went to this new game bar that opened downtown. They are really popular right now with a great cocktail menu and a bunch of fun and unique drinking games. I was wearing a very tight salmon and white striped cotton dress, with white panties underneath.
After some pre-gaming at my friends house, we went to the game bar and had to wait in line to get in because it was so crowded. After hanging out for a while drinking cocktails and watching other people play drinking games, my friend and I decided to put our names down for the variant of beer pong.
After waiting for a while as other teams played, we finally were next and during that time I’d had a couple too many cocktails. I started to have to pee pretty bad, since the game had just started I assumed I’d have time to go before it was our turn, but it looks like this bar didn’t plan for crowds this big and had way too small of a bathroom. There were over 10 girls waiting in line, I stood in the back of the line for a little bit before my friend texted me that our game was about to start so I had to leave the line. I grabbed a water from the bar in the way back hoping to sober up a little.
When I got back to the table I saw that each team had just 1 cup left. Each team also ended up choking under the pressure with the huge crowd around and missing that last cup over and over. The game ended up going for another 10 minutes, with my need to pee growing the whole time. When it was our turn to play I was having trouble holding it and honestly just hoped we would lose quickly so that I could go pee.
The champs on the table had been there for 3 games already and were definitely better than us, but they were also getting really drunk and slowing the game a lot screwing around and trying to flirt with us. The whole time we were playing my bladder just kept getting fuller, about halfway through the game I was stretched to my limit and desperate to pee. I placed my hand wrapped around the side of the table so that I could lean into it and press the backs of my fingers into my crotch without anyone realizing what I was doing. Whenever it was my turn to shoot though I had to take the pressure off my pussy and I felt like was going to leak into my panties.
The game dragged on for far too long, with the guys trying to showboat and impress us but missing a lot of shots in the process and taking a long time to shoot. My partner was playing along with them and was keeping us in the game, I was too desperate to focus and wasn’t helping her at all. I thought about just telling my friend we had to forfeit so I could go pee but I was embarrassed with the crowd there and thought the game would be ending soon.
After an almost 30 minute game, we finally lost, just in time as my aching bladder had pushed my pee right to the edge of my urethra, any sudden move and I was about to leak into my panties. I stood stiff as we shook hands with the opponents then began to shuffle slowly towards the bathrooms, feeling like a bowling ball was weighing down on my tightly clenched vagina.
I turned the corner to the bathroom hallway and my heart sank when I remembered how long the bathroom lines were. There were at least 10 girls ahead of me, waiting for just a few stalls. I crossed my legs, leaned back against the wall, and just focused on holding it as best as I could. I realized that over the course of the game I’d drank 4 small cups of beer and so as desperate as I was at that moment it was only going to get worse pretty soon.
I’d been waiting for about 5 minutes and made some progress in line when the first cup of beer seemed to arrive in my bladder. The pressure on my urethra was already as intense as I could handle, and suddenly it started getting worse. I had no choice but to grab my crotch through my dress, but even when holding myself the pressure just kept building. About 10 seconds into this wave my panties suddenly felt hot and wet. The pressure overcame my desperate effort to hold it and some pee had leaked out into my panties. Luckily the wave passed and I could take my hand out of my crotch, but when I did I saw a quarter sized wet patch on the front of my dress. I could feel that the wet patch on my panties was much bigger.
An additional 5 minutes of waiting desperately and I was at the halfway point of the line. My legs were crossed so tight my muscles were getting sore, beads of sweat had formed on my forehead from the effort of holding it. I felt the pressure start to build again as the second cup of beer forced its way into my overfilled bladder. There was nowhere for it to go so the beer coming in just pushed some pee down my urethra, arriving at my clenched pussy just millimeters from my already damp panties.
I didn’t want to get my dress wet so I tried to hold it without using my hands, I was gripping the outside of my thighs and pressing them together as I leaned back against the wall. I squeezed with all my strength but the pressure was too great. This time I could feel the stream of pee escaping, instantly soaking the crotch of my panties and forming rivulets running down the backs of my thighs. After cutting off the spurt of pee, there was another, then another, each time I could feel the hot wet pee stain on my panties expanding up towards my waistband and up my butt cheeks, with additional drops of pee tracing new paths down the insides and backs of my smooth legs.
The wave of desperation passed but my panties were soaked, my legs had shiny streaks on them, and when I looked down I could see some drops of pee that had fallen straight to the floor beneath me. Even after losing control briefly, my bladder felt as full as ever and I still had a lot of waiting left to do. I just closed my eyes and tried to force the time to pass as fast as possible now that I had my bladder back under control.
I had finally made my way near the front of the line, thinking that I would escape his situation with just a pair of panties to wash, when the third cup of beer trickled into my bladder. I could feel the pee inching towards the base of my urethra as the pressure in my bladder built. No matter how hard I clenched the pee kept crawling towards release. I swallowed my pride and pulled up my dress a little so that I could place my hand directly against the soaked crotch of my white panties, I crossed my legs over my hand and held on for dear life as my bladder kept pushing all the cocktails and beer towards sweet release.
I was in a state of frantic desperation, with just a couple more girls in front of me before I could get into a stall. I didn’t dare remove my hand from my crotch, even knowing that the girls behind me in line could nearly see the bottom of my ass. I couldn’t stand up straight, I was bending my knees and bent at the waist, bobbing up and down. The wave of desperation washed over my clenched pussy and I froze as hot pee trickled out of me. The toilet flushed, the person in front of me dashed in the stall, and I moved up to my place first in line as I slowly pissed myself.
This wave of desperation didn’t pass, it just kept getting stronger. The trickle gave way to a powerful jet which sprayed into my panties for 2 seconds lifting them off my pussy briefly as I created a lake between the fabric and my body, the thin fabric then allowing the urine to seep through and stream through my tightly knotted fingers. I could feel the intense heat against my pussy and in my hands from the hot pee. Streams of pee ran down my legs, creating shiny wet rivers all over my thighs and calves. I regained some control and the jet slowed to a trickle again, but no matter how hard I pressed my thighs together, squeezed my hand with white knuckle grip, and clenched my vagina tight, I could not stop the trickle entirely.
The second jet of pee was longer than the first, the hissing now audibly echoing in the hallway along with the splattering of my pee against the tile floor. Both my hands were grabbing my pussy with a vice grip, but I could only slow the jet of pee down for a few seconds. The pressure quickly returned, and nothing could stop the flood this time. A torrent of pee began to stream out of me, pouring over my hands and forming a waterfall pouring to the ground below. I was leaned back against the wall and slowly sank down as I had a huge pee accident right in the front of the line. As I crouched down, the hot urine twisting down my legs began to just shoot straight through my panties onto the floor, expanding into a huge puddle.
My eyes were closed in a combination of relief and humiliation. I sank lower against the wall hoping to vanish through the floor, but I just landed in my own fresh puddle of pee. The few areas of my panties not covered in pee already were instantly soaked, as was the bottom of my dress. I continued to piss myself, the pee running down my panties from my crotch to my ass then flowing into the expanding puddle. The girls behind me in line backed up and I could hear the faint hissing from the pee flooding my white panties in the the uncomfortably quiet hallway. After what felt like an eternity, I had finished emptying my bladder. With a burning red face and tears in my eyes I finally got back up and ran out of the bar. I looked down and saw the giant wet stain on my dress and could feel that the entire back my dress was soaked, my soaked white panties were see through and tinged yellow. |
Thanks for opening my very first story 😊
Now the only question remaining is whether you will enjoy it or close the tab after the first paragraph 😉
I'm writing this story during the exam phase of my University as a little distraction. But this might also lead to longer waiting time for the next parts. Also be advised that English is not my first language and there might be some grammatical / orthographic errors in the story. I hope you will enjoy it despite that 😀
Warning: Contains forced holding and other "unethical" practices, but as always this is purely fictional and should always remain fictional.
So let's get started:
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It was warm sunny day in June, in fact the day after Mandy's birthday.
The slim brown haired girl had just reluctantly gotten out of bed, after she snoozed her alarm constantly for at least half an hour before she finally found the courage to get up.
Today was the big day for her, she had just turned 18 yesterday, so now it was time to become "a proper adult" like she was told over and over again the last year and even before that. She was going to "Desperation Camp", at least that's what is was commonly called...
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The "Desperation Camps" had first been introduced in 2025, then the idea spread all around the world. The camps had been implemented after the world-wide COVID-19 pandemic in which one of the later mutations caused a significant weakened bladder and an disturbed perception of the patients bladder state. Strangely this only affected the female urinary system, cases of incontinence in men have not yet been reported.
Luckily the symptoms only lasted for around a year after the initial infection. In order to stop the ongoing public wettings the government imposed a diaper-mandate requiring every girl to wear a diaper at all times.
In order to be exempted from this mandate, it is possible to spend a week in one of the government facility's to get a "continence-certificate" proving that you are not affected by any incontinence.
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"Just one more week and the I'll never have to wear a diaper again!" Mandy thought.
In 2 hours a bus would pick her up and bring her to the camp. It was time for breakfast, and her preparation for the journey.
The government had already send her a package a few days in advance, containing instructions on how to prepare herself for the day she was picked up.
*****Preparations for the Continence-Evaluation*****
Follow the instructions on this brochure carefully in order to avoid any complications during the certification process!
Not following any of the following instructions will result in an immediate disqualification.
-- You are not allowed to void your bladder on the pick-up day.
-- You are allowed and required to not wear a diaper on the pick-up day.
-- It is required to wear trousers (jeans recommended), Skirts will not be allowed.
-- You will consume the pre-packed electrolyte-solution you received via mail at least 1 hour prior to your scheduled pick-up time.
-- You need to bring at least 1.5 Liters of Water with you.
-- You will also need something to eat for the duration of the bus-trip.
-- There is no need to bring any extra clothes, these will be supplied during your stay at our facility.
-- You will have to obey every order from our staff in order to become certified.
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Mandy had already prepared a backpack yesterday with some snacks and the required water. After completing her morning routine and skipping her morning-pee she went down to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast.
She usually had a mug of coffee and a glass of freshly made orange juice with a few slices of toast.
As she was preparing everything she was asking herself if it really was a good idea to have the two drinks and the 500ml electrolyte-solution she was required to drink... "The testing will surely start tomorrow, and these big buses always have a toilet on board"
When she was finished with her breakfast she opened the solution and poured the slightly thick liquid in a mug and carefully tasted it. It was a very strange taste, a bit of cardboard in combination with a hint of IceTea.
She had no Idea how much trouble the solution would cause her... It not only was long-lasting but weak diuretic but also slightly weakened her urinary sphincter. All of that, was not known to anyone taking the certification.
She was finally ready to get picked up! It was just her morning-pee sitting comfortable in her bladder that started to slightly worry her...
Part 2:
At 9:50 she grabbed her stuff and went outside so she would be ready to be picked up at 10:00.
At 10:05 the first thoughts of "Am I at the correct place?" and "It's just 5 minutes Mandy... don't worry..." crossed her mind
At 10:15 she became increasingly worried that something must have went wrong, but she could not remember doing anything wrong.
Finally at 10:30 the bus arrived, but it was not what Mandy expected it to be. It was an very old yellow school bus with around 20 girls already inside.
Mandy gulped and thought to herself "I hope we will arrive soon, I will have to go pee soon..."
When she entered the bus, she was welcomed by a guy in his mid twentieth who thoroughly checked her bag and choice of clothes. Then he proceeded to prod and massage Mandy's bladder, much to the horror of it's owner Mandy. Not only did she got groped by a stranger but he also managed to even make her slight need to pee a painful urge. After a while he ordered Mandy to stick out her tongue, in order to check if she had drunken her "electrolyte-solution", apparently it slightly colored her tongue.
At this point Mandy was no longer thinking that this would be a walk in the park for her... She had already heard rumors about inhumane conditions in these camps, but always thought of it as fake-news. Now she started to get worried about these rumors...
After all the check where completed she was assigned a seat in the front row on at the window. She was a bit shocked when she realized that the window seat was made out of plastic and had a very strange shape. The seat was pretty large but had a triangle shape part in the middle, apparently designed to keep the legs of anyone sitting spread to the sides.
Well what I won't do in order to get out of these diapers, Mandy thought and climbed onto her seat. Just as she settled down the employee came and clicked something in place that looked like a weightlifting belt cut in half, on each end was a strap with a seat-belt clip indicating where this would go. After he clicked it in place and pulled it tight she noticed what evil contraption this seat was...
Instead of a normal car seat-belt the clips of the seat-belt was located just above her hips on the backrest instead of the bottom of her seat. It was pushing here waist and belly (including here bladder) into the backrest of the seat. This combined with the triangle shaped seat made it pretty uncomfortable to sit especially with her growing need to pee.
Finally the bus departed from her house, just to stop again after 5 minutes to pick up another girl from the neighborhood. To Mandy's surprise it was Emily, a girl Mandy knew far to well. She never got along with her and often got into fights with her. Some would even say that Emily was a bully. "This is great... Now I also have to deal with Emily..." Mandy thought.
Mandy noticed how Emily got just barely searched and padded down, and then send, much to Mandy's delight on the free (and normal) seat right next to her. "Why the hell does Emily get special treatment here?!" Mandy wondered.
"Hey Mandy! What a surprise to see you here!" Emily greeted Mandy.
"Uhm, Hi Emily... How's it going?" Mandy replied slightly concerned of the the overly friendly approach from her "enemy"
"I'm great! Did you also got into the internship program at the camp?"
"Ughm you are doing an internship here?" Mandy replied.
"Yes! You know my Dad works for the public health department and got one of the camps assigned to him"
"Oh that sounds *gulp* great! I'm just here to get my continence-certificate."
"Oh really? Then you will be one of my patients! I will be taking care of all the inma... patients while they have free time and make sure they are all ready for the exams. I'll make sure to help you as much as I can, so get your certification quickly!"
"Uhm, that's great! Thank you " Mandy did not believe her luck... Not only would she spend the next week with Emily but also completely at the mercy of her... Can it get any worse she thought as she felt the first little contraction of her bladder, indicating that it would soon become a bigger problem...
The bus continued to pick up girls around the city, the process of checking every single girl always took ages...Mandy was now getting increasingly uncomfortable in her seat, and she felt her kidney working through all the coffee, juice and the "electrolyte solution". Her seat, or more of a contraption was not in any way helping her to hold all that urine...
After what felt like an eternity the employee announced that they had finally picked up everyone and would now drive to the camp that was "just outside the city". In the meantime they would all be required to drink a 500ml bottle handed to them.
Of course Mandy thought, my bladder is already at an uncomfortable level and now I have to drink even more... But there was just very calm and muffled protest in the bus, so Mandy accepted her fate and opened her bottle and quickly chugged the contents. Just as she had gulped down the last of sips of her water she noticed Emily just casually spilling her bottle on the floor... "What are you doing?" Mandy asked. Emily seemed to completely ignore her. After she had emptied her bottle she shouted "Mark! Mandy just spilled all of her water on the floor!"
Mandy's mouth opened in shock as she tried to find the words to defend herself.
"Is that true Mandy?!" The employee shouted as he came to their seat looking at the puddle on the floor.
"N n no! It was Emily that spilled her water under my seat!" She stammered.
"And why would an employee do something like that?!" He replied
"I I don't know" Emily replied still dumbfounded.
"I'll let it pass this once, but I'll now watch you as you drink your new bottle" He said handing Mandy another bottle.
"But I have already consumed my bottle!" Mandy protested
"Do you really want to go this route?" Mark asked in a stern voice, silencing Mandy's protest.
Mandy resigned and started to gulp down the now slightly larger 750ml bottle she was handed my Mark.
After Mark carefully watched every sip of her, he returned to his front seat.
"Why did you do that Emily?!" Mandy angrily whispered
"That's what I wanted to ask you. Do you really think you can just spill your water and no one would notice?" She replied with a smirk
"Oh my god Emily... Can you ever stop being an asshole? "
"I would be careful what you call me, you know that you will be at my mercy for the entire week?"
Mandy just gulped and remained quiet. She was now in some serious trouble... How should she survive this week and even this trip she wondered as her bladder send the first really painful signals to her brain.
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Let me know what you think about the first two parts, and if you would like me to continue the story 🙂
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First of all: Sorry for keeping you guys waiting for so long. But my exams are keeping me as busy as expected, I really hope to continue this story much more frequently in March.
Part 3:
For the next 30 minutes Mandy just remained quiet and tried to take her focus of her now increasingly throbbing bladder.
Mandy started to more and more feel exactly how evil the contraption was. It not only put pressure on her bladder and prevented her from closing her legs, but it also conducted the vibrations of the motor and every single little bump on the road straight to her bladder.
"I really have to go to the toilet. I hope we will pass a rest-stop soon" Emily whispered
"Uh yeah. I could also really use a toilet right now" Mandy replied unsure what to say
"I think I can hold it, I mean I already have my certificate you know" Emily replied
"Mhh great" Mandy mumbled
"Hey Mark! Are we going to pass a rest-stop anytime soon?" Emily yelled
"Yes we will pass one in about 15 minutes. Do you want to stop?" he replied.
"That would be great!" Emily replied
A relieved mumbling ensued from the other girls in the bus, apparently not only Mandy was becoming increasingly desperate. Of course they all where in a much better place then Mandy with all of her morning beverages and her extra bottle of water.
But there was relieve in sight, in just 15 Minutes they would all be able to go for their much needed pee.
"See, I told you I'll help you!" She said
"Uh ok... Thank you I guess" Mandy said, remembering how she "helped" her with the bottle
Mandy was getting more and more desperate every minute, she could nearly feel her kidneys pressing drop for drop into her now stretched bladder. She was now desperate but confident that she would be able to hold it until they would stop.
Then it happened, the bus hit a pretty big pothole. Not only did the shock hit her bladder from below, but also from above as she was pushed against her "seatbelt". To her horror Mandy felt a little drop escaping her, frantically she squeezed down on her sphincter to stop any drops to escape.
"That was close!" She thought, wondering why it happened. She had never leaked before, even when she had been much more desperate then she was now. "Maybe it's this horrible position..." She thought.
The next minutes seemed like an eternity for Mandy, as traffic got slower and slower. She was now constantly shifting in her seat (as much as the tight contraption allowed her) and jiggling her feet. This of course did not go unnoticed from Emily.
"Stop jiggling around Mandy! Behave like a proper adult! How on earth do you want to become continence certified when you can't even make it to the facility?" Emily whispered.
"Y yes. But this seat is just so horrible to sit in!" Mandy replied
"Ok let's make a deal: I'll help you get more comfortable in your seat and you hold still for the rest of the ride ok?" Emily replied.
Mandy felt another drop creep out of her now quivering pee-hole as she was thinking for an response. She knew that this deal could be a trap once again, but she also knew that she had a chance of getting out of this awkward position.
"Uhm... so" Mandy replied just as a another drop squeezed past her defenses, she squirmed in order to contain the wave of desperation washing over her. Causing her to loose another 2 drop's in her panties, creating a little wet spot.
"Oh my Mandy! Are you ok?" Emily asked with a badly faked concerned voice, while watching in delight how Mandy was hunched over, clenching every muscle in her body in order to stay dry for the next minutes until the scheduled break.
"Y Yes... I just had a cramp" Mandy replied trying not to give Emily any more ammunition to use against her.
"Looked more like a cramp in your bladder" Emily chuckled
"Like right here!" Emily said, poking Mandy's bladder with her finger
"Please! Emily! Stop!" Mandy gasped, loosing another bit in her pants.
"Awww desperate? Let's hope Mandy won't loose it a few minutes before the rest-stop!" Emily teased
"Please, don't do this to me, Emily!" Mandy now pleading
"Ok ok..." Emily replied.
Mandy was now slowly but constantly loosing drops in her panties, while she counted every second until they arrived at the rest-stop.
She was full, very full. But she was still wondering why she was leaking that much, she had never leaked so much in the past. While she was focusing on her throbbing bladder and fighting with all her power to stop her from leaking, she was awakened by Emily.
"Look Mandy! Just on mile until the toilet." Emily said, pointing at a sign.
Mandy also spotted the sign for the rest-stop on the road.
"Ah fina... UGH!" Mandy's reply got stuck in her throat as Emily used the opportunity while she was distracted to give her a slap right on her bulging bladder. Mandy hunched over and tried to regain control over her now convulsing bladder. After a few moments she succeeded, but now saw a small dark patch on the seam of her jeans. Luckily it was small enough to let it pass as a combination of shade and color of her jeans.
She would just have to stop leaking now, or it would quickly turn in a bigger, not deniable patch...
Now the exit finally came into sight, and the driver entered the off-ramp and proceeded on the car-park. All the way in the back Mandy spotted a big sign:
Government Vehicles Only
Mandy's heart sank, this could not be good...
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Lilith sat on the crest of the hill, stringing her beloved longbow, eyes on the horizon. All around her the hustle and bustle of the King's army raged, even more intense due to the proximity of the coming battle. Around her sat her friends and comrades assembled in their band in preparation for the battle to come. The women around Lilith were ones she respected and looked up to, a difficult feat for her. They had taken her in and helped her when she was just a recruit, and now her heart swelled with pride that she would finally be able to fight alongside them. Even though the women around her were all at least four or five years older than her, her determination and incredible skill with the bow had allowed her to quickly advance in the ranks of archers. She looked around her at the faces of her band. Aliyah's tall frame stood out amongst the others, towering a head over the others at least. Immediately to Lilith's right was one of her closest friends, Robin. The two girls were the closest in age in the band, as Robin was just two classes above Lilith. Robin had been in her first year out of the Academy when she was recruited to the band, just like Lilith. The two shared their dirty blonde locks and fierce willpower as well as skill with the bow.
"Ok everyone. Runners just came back. The enemy is about an hour away. Get into your positions and center yourselves.". The booming voice belonged to Katelyn, Lilith's band leader. At her report, the faces of Lilith's band hardened, mouths that had just been smiling hardened into grim lines. They had all seen battle before and knew of the horrors it could bring. Not Lilith though. This was to be her first major battle in the King's employ. She had been on raids and training exercises before of course, but never had she been forced to face the full onslaught of war. She felt a shiver of fear run down her spine as the band moved out, headed for a low bluff on the side of the field that would serve as the main sight of the battle. The hill had been scouted earlier as a good spot to protect the valuable archers, while also allowing them good sight lines onto the battlefield. Lilith's band set up camp on the hill, setting up water jugs, small covers, and a privy tent. Lilith had been told that battles could rage on for hours or even days, and knew that the privy would be necessary in the upcoming fray. Still, it felt a little silly to her to set up a toilet while prepping for battle.
After camp had been set up, Katelyn's voice sounded once again.
"Line up! The Dark Lord's army will be here momentarily! Take this time to compose yourself, double check equipment, and relieve yourself if necessary! Good luck and may the winds of fortune smile on you!" This last line, a traditional seafarers farewell from the Southern Reaches, Katelyn's homeland, was met with a cheer from the surrounding women. As soon as the cheer ended though, a lou, low war horn bellowed from the other side of the plain. The women quickly scrambled into orderly firing lines, facing the hordes of soldiers in black armor that would soon approach. The bugle sounded again, followed by a muffled roar. The massive, shifting sea of black clad bodies rushed forward led by men on horses. The battle had begun.
Robin and Aliyah lined up next to Lilith behind a small stone wall erected for cover. The girls shared encouraging smiles, reassuring themselves before the battle. The archers were in the safest position possible, far removed from the front lines. They would be completely safe. At least that was what Lilith told herself. She crouched on the grass, feeling a few blades poke through her thin silk leggings, worn for flexibility and movement, not protection. She breathed a deep breath, stilling her racing heart. She was calm. She was ready.
As ready as Lilith thought she was, nothing could have prepared her for the chaos of battle. As the King's troops roared and answered the armies of the Dark Lord, they advanced at full pace. The ground trembled under the feet of thousands of men and horses. Lilith gulped nervously. She felt a small stream of pee run down the leg of her tan leggings. A blush rose in her face. Robin, noticing this, leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"Pee yourself a little?" she said with a smirk. The blush rose farther in Lilith's cheeks. Robin giggled. "Don't worry about it. It happens to everyone the first time. Hell, I heard Aliyah over there completely pissed herself before the armies even crossed swords." Lilith giggled and looked over at Aliyah. The girl was fidgeting nervously, a hand in her crotch.
"See?" said Robin. She might even do it again". That forced a laugh out of Lilith. Aliyah looked over in confusion, but after a few seconds and a couple questioning glances she turned away. The lightened mood helped Lilith overcome her jitters and focus on the battle. She concentrated and did what she knew best. Shot some arrows.
Hours dragged by. Lilith had emptied and refilled her quiver more times than she could count, and still the battle ravaged on. She could feel sweat dripping from her forehead. She wiped it away. Took aim. Fired. A man in black armor on the fields fell to the ground, a green shafted arrow sticking out of his neck. Lilith was functioning on pure instinct. Notch arrow. Pull back. Aim. Shoot. Do it again. She paid heed to the uncomfortable soreness in her legs, the dryness in her throat, the aching in her muscles. She worked like clockwork, dropping the Dark One's troops with every shot. Slowly, thanks to the prowess of the King's archers, the tide of the battle was turning against the Dark Lord. The King's forces dressed in bright green were swarming around the mass of black armor, flanking from either side. Lilith allowed herself a small moment of rest. She sat back on her haunches, looking with pride at the masses of Dark Minions lying with arrows in their corpses. The rest of the women in her band were doing the same. They were sitting up, examining their work, confident the fight was won and their services were no longer needed. As Lilith arose, she felt a heavy weight in her abdomen. She smiled to herself as she moved to the privy tent, thinking it wasn't so silly after all.
That's when it all went wrong. A roar sounded from behind the archers, away from their army, from the forest that ringed the battlefield. The archers turned and stood, puzzled. Lilith stopped in her walk to the privy, knowing this might be much more important than a bathroom break. Suddenly, a wave of black poured from the trees behind the archer's camp. The battle cries of the Dark Minions sounded in Lilith's ears. She stood in shock, confusion and terror running through her. They had been too lenient. They had been clumsy basking in their presumed glory, leaving themselves open for counter attack. These thoughts mixed in Lilith's head as the servants of the Dark Lords came roaring into their camp. Lilith saw from the corner of her eye some of her friends and fellow archers go for bows or knives or anything they could reach to defend themselves. It wouldn't be enough. Not by a long shot. The archers were almost useless in close combat, especially against a large group like the one assailing them now. They never stood a chance.
Lilith stood, frozen as the legions of Dark Minions rushed around her. She felt her fear overcoming the hold she had on her bladder. Piss poured from her body and ran down her legs. She did nothing to stop it. She couldn't. Her water soaked her leggings puddling on the grass beneath her. Lilith fell to her knees, feeling the warmth of her own liquid press against her leg. She smelt the acrid stench of anomia in the air, and could hear the hiss of her urine running into her pants. The accident barely registered in Lilith's mind. Why should she care about her loss of bladder control if she could lose her life? A hand encased in black chainmail interrupted Lilith's stupor, crashing into the side of her head, and sending her into darkness.
When Lilith awoke she was sitting with her back pressed against har wood. She looked around herself. She was in a wagon, surrounded by the other members of her band. Small, barred windows at the top of the walls emitted a small, ambient light. Groggily returning to her senses, Lilith remembered the events of the battle. Her heart started to beat faster in fear as she realized she had been taken by the Dark Lord's minions. She felt another blush rise in her cheeks as she remembered her shameful accident. And, what's worse, the darkened wood under Lilith's legs told of multiple similar embarrassments while she was unconscious. Looking around at her battered comrades, she realized she wasn't the only one. Most, if not all of the women had visible signs of some accident. Robin was crouched in a corner, head lolling on her shoulders. Dark streaks on her leggings told of her accident. Aliyah, next to Robin, also sat in soaked pants, telling that she too had lost control and wet herself.
Lilith sat in silence stunned at the day's events. The King's army may have won today's battle, but they had lost their archers, their greatest asset. The war would never be the same. |
Hey! Been a while since I've posted anything here that wasn't Fill-Me, but me and @Bees wrote a story together! I am orange, he is blue. (I assume the colors show up?)
There is a while until the desperation starts, but it does start eventually, I promise!
(Also I know cave means cellar in French, but I thought the title was too good of a coincidence regardless)
“Come on… how come you made it so easily?” Said Em, a small, 20 year old girl, who was particularly frustrated with herself.
“Probably because I’m closer than you, haha! I just realized! You think that’s cheating?” The taller, bustier girl, named Ala said. She stepped back a bit, and tossed an empty water bottle toward a trash can that was across the room, from the cluttered table the two best friends stood beside. The bottle made it in cleanly, and Ala laughed.
“Looks like I’m just better!” She giggled. Em stuck out her tongue, focused on the trashcan, and tossed another bottle over, for it to miss.
“It doesn’t matter Em. You done packing?” Ala asked, stuffing a few items from the table into a backpack. Em turned around, and zipped up her backpack.
“Oh, wait! No I’m not!” She unzipped it again, and threw a few packaged granola bars in.
“Ah wait, if you’re worried about getting hungry, just bring a protein shake or something. It’ll fit better.” Ala said, handing her friend one.
“Oh, okay! Good thinking. This is gonna be so cool! Camping out in a cave… you sure we’re allowed to do this?” Em asked, zipping her backpack up for the fourth time today.
“Yeah, as long as we don’t ‘ruin’ it, which is vague enough that we should be fine. You didn’t bring spray cans, did you?” Ala asked.
“Oh, please! If either of us were going to vandalize it, it would be you!” Em joked. The two laughed. Ala grabbed a sack with a portable tent, and carried it along with her backpack.
The two loaded their things into Ala’s car, and started talking about the cave as they made sure they had everything.
“So… you think there’ll be colorful gems and crystals?” Em asked.
“I doubt it, those would have been collected. I’m sure there’ll be cool rock formations, though! Plus, camping in a cave is way cooler than in a forest or whatever!” Ala said.
“Yeah! No chance of a bear attack either!” Em said, sighing in relief.
“Like that would even happen!” Ala laughed. ||
Em laughed with her. Short for Emilie, she was a short, skinny French girl with light blonde hair that almost reached her ass. She had breasts that most would consider kind of small, but she didn’t mind so much. She wore black, thick-rimmed square glasses and for this trip, had on a white short-cut t-shirt and light purple shorts, as well as some comfortable running shoes. She didn’t want to go out in anything fancy that would just hurt her feet. She had a cute blue bow in her hair. She typically put something in her hair to spice up her look, as she was fairly into fashion. Her bra straps were peeking out the top of her t-shirt, just as white as the shirt itself. Her purple eyes sparkled in the sunlight as she laughed.
Ala looked down at her and smiled. She had always been the taller one, even when they were kids. Now 21, a year older than Em, that was still true. She was also busty. Bustier than she would like some days, since her breasts could get in the way, but she was overall happy with her G-cups. She was definitely born more naturally gifted than Emilie, although her pale skin, caused by her not going out much, was absolutely another noticeable difference. This was her first time camping in a while, whereas Em had done it multiple times before. Just… never in a cave.
Ala was wearing a yellow t-shirt, a darker colour than Em’s hair, though not by much. It had a dark blue trim that looked black in most lightings,and she had a skirt to match the trim, with white stripes going along it lengthways. On her feet, just some black sandals, nothing special.
Her striking blue hair was put up into 2 short pigtails. She also wasn’t wearing underwear, as was typical for her. She was not only overconfident, she was also flippant. Her philosophy was ‘They won’t see it. And if they do, who cares? It’s just a part of the body’.
“Y’know,” Em said, “You should be nice to me,” her high, accented voice told her tall friend, “Most of this equipment is mine.” She giggled. Ala did too.
“True, true,” she said, “But you needed me to help you reach it.”
“It’s not my fault you put it up so high when you needed to move it!!” Emilie complained. The two girls were roommates, so Em usually entrusted Ala to reach the shelves she couldn’t. The pale girl wasn’t MUCH taller, but there was a noticeable difference.
“Sounds like the excuse a short person would give,” Ala teased, booping the shorter girl on the nose. Em grumbled a bit, which they both laughed about as Em started the car.
They both agreed that Em should drive them to the campsite. Since Ala barely left the house, the car’s driver’s side settings were already tailored to Em’s height, and Ala didn’t really feel like adjusting it. They both drove, though Em’s car was in the garage since it had been raining, so they took Ala’s.
“You sure you don’t want to drive?” Em asked.
“Yeah,” Ala said, “You’re so short, I couldn’t squeeze myself into such a tight space.” She giggled.
“True,” Em said, “You’d be all squished in, it’d be funny to see… your boobs would touch the steering wheel!” She laughed. Ala laughed with her. They were good friends, they teased each other a lot, but they both knew it was in good fun.
They also had decided that they had to take the car to the campsite, since it was a little while from their house. Not TOO far, but they certainly wouldn’t have wanted to walk.
On their way, both girls talked with each other about all sorts of things - sports, camping, TV, even the other cars going along the road.
After about 10 minutes of driving, they finally arrived at the trail that had the cave. It wasn’t a forest, per se, but it had some trees going along the path until the cave, which was lesser known. The trail had a sign, but very few people ever even saw it, since it wasn’t visible from the road. It was a good thing Ala knew where to stop, because if they had kept going they would have missed it.
“Well, here we are!” Ala said, getting out of the car, Em following close behind. “And if it wasn’t for me, you would’ve missed it!” She said. Em stuck her tongue out at her and Ala laughed. “Alright, let’s go!” ||
The two grabbed their stuff from the car, the tent equipment, sleeping bags, a large pack of water bottles, some shakes, their backpacks… this was too much for one trip.
“It’s fine, let’s just bring half the stuff for now, and hope the other half doesn’t get stolen while we’re in there.” Ala said. The two walked, backpacks on their back, Ala holding the pack of water bottles, Em holding a speaker that she would play music from later. They walked toward the cave entrance.
“It’s awfully dark down there…” Em noticed.
“I brought a spotlight for us, we’ll be able to see. Well, it’s still in the car, but we’ll be able to see after the second trip.” Ala said. The two walked through the dark cave, Em shining her phone’s flashlight around. They both looked at the cave formations, stalactites above them, stalagmites around them, the walls were rough, but shiny.
“Do you know where we’re even going?” Em asked.
“Yep! I planned the area out in advance. There’s a large open area… this way!” Ala said, pivoting on the spot. Em nearly tripped to keep up with her.
The two reached the area, and Em giggled.
“What?” Ala asked.
“Well, you need to see to put up the tent, right?” Em asked.
“Ugghh, I see where you’re going with this.” Ala said. Em giggled again.
“So I get to stand here and watch while you put up the whole tent by yourself! Haha, shoulda brought the li~ight!” Em joked. Ala kneeled down, and started hammering the tent into a particularly soil-y area of cave floor. Em bit her lip, guiltily staring at Ala’s ass as she bent over. There wasn’t a draft down here, so Ala probably wasn’t thinking about the fact that she was flashing herself at her friend.
“Well, it’s up now. Let’s go get the rest of our things, alright?” Ala said, standing up, and wiping her forehead, as if she just did a lot of work.
“Hey Ala… you know how you were bent over setting up that tent?” Em said, snickering.
“Yeah?”
“And… how you don’t usually wear underwear?” Em giggled. Ala’s eyes opened wide, and her face flushed red. Em laughed, Ala smiled.
“Oh well, I’m sure you probably enjoyed yourself then, huh? Are your panties wet?” Ala asked, reaching over and pulling Em’s pants down.
“H-hey!! They aren’t, thank you very much! If you want them to be, you’re gonna have to do more than just bend down!” Em said. Ala smirked, as Em pulled her pants up. The two weren’t necessarily dating, as much as they were friends who were open about how cute they thought the other was, how they get turned on by each other, and hang out all the time, and live together… not dating at all!
They both got back to the car, and grabbed the rest of their stuff.
“Are we just gonna leave it here? What if it rains again?” Em asked.
“Ehhh, it’ll be fine. The cave entrance is too small for a car anyway. We don’t really have a choice.” Ala said. She took a sip from a bottle of water she brought with her.
“I could totally dump this whole bottle on the car, and it would be fine.” Ala said.
“Pff! That’s… not even close to getting rained on, stupid!” Em said, giggling. Ala gave her a playful shove, knocking her to the ground. Em leaned forward, looking upwards.
“Hey! I didn’t shove you so you could look up my skirt!” Ala said, covering herself and stepping back. Em laughed, and stood back up. ||
“Well, you certainly make it inviting~!” Em cooed, making Ala blush a little more, giving her a playful punch in the arm. The two chuckled and walked back into the cave, returning to the spot they had set up their tent.
“So, what do you think is in this cave?” Em asked, “I mean, besides what we can see, of course.”
“I don’t know,” Ala admitted, “Maybe we’ll see some bats later tonight?”
“Oh, that would be great!” Em said, a smile coming across her face. She was always fascinated by nature and wild animals. She would often take hikes in the French wilderness before she even met Ala, this was definitely more her kind of thing than Ala’s.
“Hey, Al,” Em said.
“Hm?” Ala looked at her. “What is it?” she asked.
Emilie was giggling, stifling a full-on laugh as she said, “I thought you wanted to get out more to be less pale, if anything living in a cave will make you MORE of a vampire!” She laughed. Ala punched her in the arm again, playfully.
“Hey, at least I can touch the top of the cave!” The taller girl giggled, doing just that.
“Hey, I can too!” Em said, reaching up, and jumping, so she just barely grazed the top of the cave. Ala laughed.
“Nicely done.” The giggles continued.
“Whatever,” Em said, before grabbing some water bottle for both of them. Handing one to Ala, both girls walked further into the cave, lighting the way as they went.
“Oooh, look!” Ala called out, pointing at something.
“What?” Em asked, “What is it?” She brought the flashlight towards it and noticed an interesting rock formation. Taking a large sip of water, she smiled and observed it. “Ooooh…” She took some pictures, then stood up, and the two continued to walk.
After a little while of walking, joking, and noting any pretty rocks they saw, Ala realized something. “Hey Em?” she asked.
“Yeah?” Em asked.
“Uh… did we remember to leave a trail or anything back to our tent?”
“Of course we…” Em’s face went blank. “...Nom de Dieu!” She exclaimed, looking around with the flashlight.
“Hey, it’ll be fine!” Ala said, “How big could this cave be, really?”
“Well, we’ve been walking for 35 minutes, according to my phone,” Em said, looking at the time her phone displayed, “And there’s still more left… so I think TOO big is the answer.”
“I’m sure we can find our way back,” Ala said.
“How?” Em asked, “Every part of this cave looks the same.”
“Well, I’m sure we’ll find a way… somehow…” Ala looked around. Unfortunately, Em was right. It looked pretty much identical to every other part of the cave. “We should look for notable rock formations, we’ve found a couple of those, right?”
“Yeah,” Em said, taking a deep breath. “We’ll be fine… J'espère.” ||
The two walked, Em looking around for notable rock formations, Ala grabbing another water bottle from her backpack. Em left hers by the tent.
“Can I have a bottle of water? Désolé, I left my backpack at the tent.” Em requested. Ala smiled and handed one to her.
“What time is it?” Ala asked. Em swiped downward on the phone she was using as a flashlight.
“7:03. Why?” Em asked.
“Ah, just wondering. Hmmm… if we don’t find our tent, we may have to just lay down on the ground.” Ala said.
“Hmmm… that might not be too bad, I know what I’m using as a pillow!” Em said, poking Ala’s large chest.
“Hey! Cut that out!” Ala said, blushing.
“Be honest… do you really want me to cut that out?” Em asked. Ala turned redder, laughing nervously.
“That’s what I thought…” Em said, using her finger to trace a circle around where one of Ala’s nipples would be. She took another sip from her water, and got back to looking.
“Well… I definitely recognize all of these, but that’s because this is where we just came from… I think we’re going in circles.” Em said. Ala looked around.
“What do we do if we can’t find our way out?” Ala asked.
“Well… let’s not be hasty! We came here to camp out anyway, so it’s not like we’re in a rush to leave! I’d like to get to the tent, but we’re not much worse off, right? If we get lost for a few days… we’ll probably have to call 911… but let’s not do that yet!!” Em said. Ala nodded.
“Yeah, that feels unnecessary. We’ll find the tent soon!” She said, looking to the side, guiltily.
‘I have to do everything I can to keep us on this level, though. Em doesn’t realize we’re deeper down, she’ll never find the tent here. As long as we stay on this level…’
“Hey, this looks familiar! You think it’s down this corridor?” Em asked.
“Hmmm… maybe! Let’s check!” ||
The duo walked in circles. Ala knew exactly where the exit was. She saw it a few times, but didn’t say anything. She hoped that Em wouldn’t panic, but she was known for being fairly calm under pressure. She maybe got mad sometimes, but that was mainly due to her clumsiness.
“Hmm…” Em looked over at Ala. “I can’t seem to find anything this way.” She looked at the time again. “It’s been another 20 minutes!” She was starting to feel the need to pee, but wanted to wait until they were out. She didn’t bring it up yet, instead trying to distract herself by thinking about what was under Ala’s skirt.
Ala was starting to feel the need too, but she didn’t mention it either. She was waiting for a particular moment to do so. She smiled, looking down at her roommate, friend, and DEFINITELY NOT lover, walking over and playing with her hair a bit.
“How do you keep this so nice?” she asked.
“Oh,” Em blushed, “You know how, you’ve seen my shampoo!”
“I can’t use that stuff,” Ala said.
“Why?” Em asked, “Because it freezes if it reaches high altitudes?” She giggled.
“Nah,” Ala smirked, “Because my hair’s not built like yours,” she said, “It tangles.”
“Yeah, I’m really lucky,” Em said. She pressed her legs together a bit, making Ala blush. She really hoped that if she got wet it wouldn’t be too obvious. It might drip down onto the cave floor. They might trip over it. She blushed harder at the thought, but didn’t let Em see. The duo kept walking, Em trying not to let on that she had to piss, and Ala trying to get her as desperate as she could, trying not to drip cum onto the cave floor.
“Ngh… w-we’ve been going in circles for deux heures!” Em complained, her knees buckling a little.
“I know,” Ala said, “Maybe we should stop and rest. Here, you want some water?” she asked.
Em squirmed. “N-no thanks! I’m over-hydrated already.”
“You sure?” Ala asked.
“Yes, I’m sure!” Em told her.
“Well then,” Ala shrugged, “More for me!”
‘It’ll all end up in the same place anyway,’ she thought, as she finished the bottle. ||
Em kept searching, trying to look for different branches to go into, but continued not making progress. There was a point where she almost went upwards, but Ala pointed out that the cave was in a mountain, and that probably led to an even higher level. Em agreed, not wanting to introduce even more confusion, or possibile wrong routes.
Ala sighed.
“What time is it now? Probably around 9, right? I think we should just call it quits for today, and sleep. Maybe we’ll see some light tomorrow morning that can lead us out.” Ala said. She made sure from a previous visit that this wasn’t the case.
“Nnn… I really want to find the tent before going to sleep…” Em asked. Ala could see that she was desperate, she wasn’t doing a good job of hiding it at all. Ala’s panties would have been more than damp if she was wearing any. She even noticed a few drops on the ground as they circled.
“It seems pretty unlikely. We should just take a rest.” Ala said, her own legs getting pretty tired. Not to mention, she probably had to pee even more than Em did, but unlike the short french girl, was actually hiding it well.
Em bounced in place. “N-No, I c-can’t just rest here, we need to get back to the tent!!” Em whined. Ala smirked.
“Why? You seemed so eager to use my breasts as a pillow, why the change of heart?” Ala asked, pushing her chest out a bit, flaunting her gifted breasts. Em stared, but turned around quickly. Her hands twitched occasionally. She bounced up and down when she wasn’t walking.
“Haha… are you too desperate to admit you have to pee?” Ala asked. Em frowned.
“I…I-I just didn’t think I needed to bring it up!!” Em said, finally grabbing herself, now that the secret was out.
“That’s unfortunate, but we need to sleep. We’re too tired to make any progress. We’ll look tomorrow morning.” Ala said. Em bounced in place, not trying to hide her desperation any more.
“You aren’t the kind of person to wet the bed, are you? I’d rather you didn’t pee on me!” Ala said, though… Em losing control all over her would be super hot…
“I won’t! Hah… it’s just… a bit uncomfortable!” Em said, bouncing on one leg.
“A bit, huh?” Ala said, smirking.
“Oh, don’t act all tough just because you don’t have to pee! Trust me, with all the water you drank, you’ll have to go by tomorrow morning for sure! Certitude!” Em said. Ala shrugged.
“I’ll just hold it and not complain. Now…” Ala laid down on the cave floor. “You wanna just lay down, or spoon?” Ala teased, seeing the frustration in Em’s face. ||
“Spoon? W-with a full bladder? I’m not sure that’s a great idea,” she said, thinking about Ala’s arms wrapped around her, accidentally squeezing her bladder. Ala was thinking about the same thing, only hers wasn’t accidental.
“Besides,” Em continued, reaching over and flipping Ala’s skirt up, “Then I won’t get to stare at your pussy!”
“So you HAVE been staring!” Ala said. “Well, makes sense, it’s at about face level for you,” she joked, patting Em’s head condescendingly. Em stuck her tongue out at her.
“H-hey, give me a break! J'ai besoin de pisser!” Em told her.
“It’s so cute when you slip into French,” Ala said, giggling. She got down on the cave floor and patted the floor beside her. “C’mon,” she said, “If you stay up ogling me all night, you won’t get enough sleep.”
“True,” Em said, laying down beside her friend, kicking her shoes off to at least try and make herself more comfortable.
“There we go,” Ala said, wrapping her arms around the smaller girl, “Isn’t that so much nicer?” she asked. Laying down, being horizontal, meant that she could much more easily hide how wet she was getting from Em’s desperation.
Em was squirming, holding herself, breathing deeply and shakily, and overall being cute about how desperate she was. It was like she knew, and was playing it up for Ala. But Ala never told Em about her fetish, so there was no way she could’ve known. The absolute heaven of Emilie holding a huge tank full of pee, spooning with her, and squirming hard.
Ala soon fell asleep, dreaming of the two being on a river, Emilie naked, whimpering, squirming hard, her legs crossed over each other, begging her to let her piss, but she just shook her head, pouring a bottle of water out in front of her, making the smaller girl whimper… the cutest sound of all…
Ala woke up cumming. She put a hand over her mouth to stifle the loud moan she was about to release. She shook as she orgasmed, realizing something.
She had been pressing her hand against Em’s bladder.
She had *actually* produced that whimper.
That made it even hotter!
She finally finished cumming and looked at Em’s face. Still asleep. She sighed in relief, looking at the floor. It was pitch black, it must’ve been 2-3 am, so she couldn’t tell if anything was visible. She’d find out in the morning. She went back to sleep again, Em’s head resting gently on her massive chest. ||
Em awoke, inhaling sharply and suddenly. Her hands shot down between her legs. Her eyes closed, her teeth pressed against each other, her legs pressed against each other, she gripped tightly with her sphincter muscles, as she felt her desperation for the first time since last night. Some of her dreams were desperate, but it wasn’t a huge deal generally. She felt the need for the first time in hours, and had a tough time holding the pee back at first.
Ala was woken up by Em’s struggle. Ala’s eyes opened wide as she felt her own bladder act up. She put a hand between her legs, struggling along with Em for a moment. After about 20 seconds, Em exhaled deeply.
“I need to go so baaad!! And you do too, clearly!!” Em said, seeing Ala holding herself.
Ala nodded. “I do need to pee, yeah…” she tried downplaying it, but it was obvious she was very desperate. She was still holding on desperately, even as Em calmed back down.
“Oh! One of us leaked in our sleep!” Em said, noticing a puddle on the ground by them. Ala blushed, but hid her face. She moved back a bit, and Em noticed a few strings of liquid sticking to her. In fact, there was a darker stain on her skirt.
“Oh, it was definitely you! Haha, I told you you’d be desperate!” Em said. She then realized something was strange regarding the puddle. She looked back down, focusing on the strings.
“Why… what? That’s not… w-wait… Ala? What’s…?” Em turned to her friend, who blushed deeply. Em had a huge smile on her face.
“I must have rubbed against your breasts… or touched your chatte or something, right?” Em asked. Ala sighed.
“I… I guess now is as good a time as ever…” she said. If she was honest with herself, she wasn’t as nervous, or embarrassed… as she was excited.
“I… have a fetish, for… pee holding.” Ala said. Em’s eyes opened wide. A huge smile formed on her face.
“Y-you mean this is turning you on? Waouh!! Incroyable! J-Je suis vraiment enthousiaste!!” Em exclaimed. Ala smiled happily.
“I’m glad you’re okay with it!! I was a little worried you’d be grossed out by it…” she said. At this point, both girls, while squirming, had composed themselves.
“I’m just happy to turn you on! I don’t have anything, like énorme breasts… to do so otherwise…” Em said. Ala ruffled her hair.
“You’re really sweet, and cute… and horny… that’s enough, really!” Ala said. The two smiled at each other for a bit, both squirming, and holding themselves.
“Ooh!! What if we… hold each other?” Em asked. Ala blushed hard, eyes widening.
“You mean…” Ala took her hand away, feeling the pressure on the other side, with nothing holding it back, before she felt Em’s hand reach over, and grab at Ala’s pussy. Em took her hand away from herself, and Ala hesitated, before sticking it between Em’s legs. Ala felt Em’s hand against her bare skin, where Em was still wearing her shorts. They looked into each other’s eyes.
For a moment, Ala thought about her plan. She and Em were having an honest, open moment with each other, and Ala couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that she was still lying to Em. She was the reason they hadn’t left yet, and were both desperate… and still had more planned. For a moment, while staring into her friend's eyes, Ala considered dropping the plan.
Then Em started rubbing Ala’s clit.
“HAH!!! E-Em!! Nnnn… n-now’s n-not the t-time!!! I-I’m gonna e-explode!!” Ala yelled, taking her hand away from Em’s pussy, and shoving both between her legs. Em gasped, and reached both of her hands between her legs as well.
“I… I am t-too!!” Em said. She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, trying to regain her composure.
“N-no, it’s okay, I overreacted…” Ala admitted.
“N-no, I-I really am!! L-letting go there… w-when I w-wasn’t e-expecting it!! I-I c-can’t hold it!!” Em whined. Ala hesitated for a moment, but reached beside her, into her backpack, and decided to enact her plan early. She took a plug out from the backpack. Em’s eyes were closed, her face a bit scrunched, as she focused on trying to keep her pee in. Ala clenched her own muscles tightly, and took her other hand away from herself, and pulled Em’s shorts down.
“Q-Qu- w-what are you d-doing?!” Em yelled, as Ala pulled down on her panties. Ala saw pee about to rush out just as she pressed the plug into place. Em squealed.
“Q-QU’EST-CE QUE C’EST?!”
The two breathed heavily, Ala returned her hands to her crotch, Em started down in confusion.
“W-What did you j-just do?!” Em asked. Ala exhaled.
“Well… when I’m holding, I can put this plug in… it stops the pee.” Ala said.
“B-but… I-I still have to pee!!! It’s just pushing against the plug!!” Em said, bouncing up and down.
“Right, I use it when holding pee… if I didn’t feel it anymore, there wouldn’t be any point…” Ala said. She placed a hand on Em’s shoulder to calm her down. She breathed heavily a few times.
“So… does this mean this has been in your chatte?” Em asked.
“Yes, that’s been in my… chot.” Ala admitted. Em giggled.
“And I bet you get pretty horny while using it…” Em said, rubbing around the edge of the plug. Ala smiled.
“You know, in the future, if you want me to give you a dildo coated in my juices, you can just ask…” Ala offered. Em blushed hard, but smiled and nodded.
“Aren’t you gonna plug yourself?” Em asked. A wave of guilt washed over Ala. Her plan. If she was being honest, she felt bad…
“No, I only have one plug…” Ala said. She crossed her legs. Em smirked.
“So… I can tease you and make you wet yourself, then?” Em asked, scooting over a bit to be right beside Ala. Ala’s guilt started to fade. ||
“Maybe by making water sounds?” she asked, smirking. She got up and walked over to Ala’s backpack, and grabbed an exposed water bottle from the top, swishing it around, making Ala gasp and hold herself tighter. She noticed Em’s legs buckle from her doing it and smirked.
“Y-you know, you might make yourself explode before you do it to me!” Ala giggled.
“Je m'en fiche,” Em replied, “It’ll be worth it!”
“A-are you into this too?” Ala asked.
“The h-holding?” Em asked, “Not so much, t-to be perfectly honest, but… the sight of you squirming, the bigger girl not being able to control herself, ready to lose it at any moment… I don’t know why, b-but… even though I’m not into pee holding, this is really hot.”
“Wow,” Ala smiled. “To prove you’re serious, why don’t you drink that whole thing?” she asked, “Right now?”
Em started chugging the water. She didn’t know why she was doing it, she was about to explode! The last thing she needed was more water! But she figured, if her friend, roommate, whatever they wanted to go by, wanted to see her hold her pee, get this desperate, and do it herself, all for the purpose of sexual gratification, well… what kind of perverted Frenchwoman would she be if she denied her tall, blue-haired friend this opportunity?
She emptied the water bottle, immediately feeling the effect on her bladder, groaning a bit as she looked at Ala. “Y-you’d better be enjoying this, Ala, I feel l-like a fucking water balloon!”
“Good,” Ala said, smiling. “Ohh god, I can barely hold it… a-and it’s harder for me… you’re lucky, even without that plug it’d be easier ‘cause you’ve got those shorts!”
“That’s true,” Em giggled, “Your eternal hatred for underwear has left you unable to have anything to catch the piss… if you leak, it’ll be going all over the floor!” Em smiled.
“Hey, are you able to stand?” Em asked. Ala prepared herself, and slowly, carefully got to her feet. Em smiled. She walked over to her and slapped her bare ass, making Ala gasp and leak. It was a mixture of pee and cum.
“E-Emmmmm!!!” She moaned, her legs buckling as her eyes closed. She didn’t care, as a red mark was forming on her ass from the spank, she had decided. It was time to enact her plan. If she didn’t, she was going to form a puddle all over the cave floor. ||
Ala, on her knees, felt the immense pressure of the pee pounding against her pussy. Every moment she stalled, hesitated, and just didn’t do her plan, was a moment she risked losing control, and flooding the cave. She had more pee in her than Em did, she was bound to burst any moment, and Em was just going to keep teasing her.
Plus, she had been planning to do this for months. Ever since her and Em first admitted they liked each other. That very night, Ala and Em stared at each other, in their beds, from across the room in their apartment. The two had their first kiss earlier that day, in a release of tensions that had been building since they were teens. The two best friends weren’t sure where to take it. Would they be a couple? That felt weird. They’d always been friends, why not just be friends… who like each other?
While sitting on their couch together, they were both enjoying and laughing at the movie they were watching, when they both looked at each other, smiles on their faces, excitement in their emotions, and Em leaned closer in. Ala couldn’t believe her eyes. Em retreated a bit, but Ala could clearly see that she was going in for a kiss. Had she thought about this before? Ala leaned closer herself. She puckered her lips. Em gasped, a huge smile formed on her face, and she practically dove into Ala, kissing her passionately. Em laid on top of Ala, staring into her eyes, for quite some time afterwards. They paused the movie, and focused entirely on each other.
“H…how long have you felt this way?” Ala asked.
“I can’t even remember… but… sometimes it’s all I can think of when I see you… I know we’re friends, but… I love you, and… you’re très hot!!” Em responded. Ala leaned her head forward and gave Em a quick kiss.
“I just… didn’t expect it… I didn’t think you shared my feelings…” Ala said. Em hugged her friend. The two spent the rest of the day talking about future relationship plans, and eventually decided that they wanted to keep everything the same, stay friends like usual, but with kisses, and compliments.
But, just a few hours later, that very night, both girls laid in their bed, horny. Em wanted to sleep with Ala and feel her up all night. Ala immediately thought of her favorite fetish… she imagined Em desperate to pee, maybe even extremely desperate. She saw the cute blonde plugged, with a bulging bladder, and the thought drove her wild.
She had been planning this trip, knowing Em liked camping, and knowing she could keep Em away from a toilet for a while. But her goal had evolved beyond plugging.
She was likely only moments away from peeing herself. Landing on the ground, Em was about to do something. Ala didn’t know what it was, but she knew Em was about to make her lose it. So she didn’t give her the chance.
Ala turned toward her backpack, and reached in. Em stopped for a moment, watching Ala. Ala felt it, and pulled it out of the backpack. She turned toward Em, and smacked her abdomen, where her bladder was. Em cried out, falling to the ground as her legs momentarily failed. Ala pulled her skirt down, and set it aside. She pulled Em’s shorts down again.
“W-Why are y-you b-being so… s-systematic r-right now? W-what’s going on?” Em asked. Ala pulled Em’s panties down again, and removed her plug.
“AAHH!!! N-NO!! I-I can’t k-keep it in!” Em yelled. Ala showed her other hand from behind her back, holding a kitchen funnel. She inserted it into Em, where the plug just was. Em’s eyes widened. Her mouth opened in a gasp.
“n-no…” Em whimpered, realizing exactly what was about to happen.
Ala squatted down, and sighed.
“I only have one plug, Em, but we aren’t allowed to ‘ruin’ the cave, remember?” Ala asked. Em stared in horror. Ala relaxed herself, and the pee she had been accumulating since this time yesterday rushed out. It splattered against the plastic funnel, swirling inwards, and entering Em’s bladder. She gasped as she felt the pee start entering.
“AAAAH!! N-NO!!” Em yelled, feeling her bladder filling rapidly. Ala felt joy, in both the relief of emptying herself, and in her plan finally starting. Ala watched as Em’s bladder grew and stretched, hearing her pee splatter against the funnel, hearing all of the cute sounds Em made, watching a bump form on Em’s abdomen, and seeing it grow. Em’s legs were shaking, Ala held her in place to make sure her pee found its destination. After a while, Ala let the last bit of pee in her bladder trickle out, and sighed. She removed the funnel, and re-inserted Em’s plug. Em was speechless. Ala watched Em shake, twitch, clench her fists, tremble, her lip quivered… she couldn’t even respond yet, her brain hadn’t quite caught up.
“Em… how does it feel to be the cutest toilet in the world?” Ala asked, with the biggest smile on her face. ||
“T-toilet!?” Em asked, loudly. “I-I’m gonna explode!” she yelled.
“Shh! You want this place to collapse?” Ala asked.
“W-what I want is to leave, s-so at least if I do explode, you c-can bring me to a toilet! Or a hospital!”
“Oh, you’ll be fine!” Ala smiled, poking the girl’s bulging organ.
“Eek! What makes you say that!?”
“I’m sure we’ll find a way out,” Ala said. “I’m confident!” She smiled, picking her up and hugging her tightly, Em letting her do it only because she knew she was into it.
“H-heh, Ala?” she asked.
“Yeah?” Ala responded.
“B-be careful… don’t make a mess on the cave floor.” She giggled.
Ala felt herself dripping and blushed. “Oh… r-right…” She chuckled, looking down at the floor. It was getting a little sticky. “Whoops, um…”
“Hey, I can’t blame you,” Em said, tracing a finger up and down the larger girl’s breasts, “Imagine if your cute bursting blonde-haired friend got down on all fours, pressing down against the floor with her bulging bladder…”
She leaned in close and whispered in Ala’s ear.
“...And started licking you silly!”
Ala gasped and tried not to cum just from the talk alone.
“...I’m not gonna do that though,” Em said, “N-not yet, at least… I need t-to get more used to this feeling first, because right now, it feels like I’m going to die!” She chuckled.
“Oh, you’ll be fine!” Ala said, picking her skirt back up. Em started putting her shorts back on too, though she wasn’t sure they’d fit her anymore… though the waistband was pretty stretchy, so she hoped that it would stretch over, and luckily it did.
“Well, shall we k-keep going?” Em asked, trying not to go over-the-top with how horribly desperate she was… she’d save that for later.
“Of course!” Ala smiled, wrapping an arm around the cute French girl as they kept walking.
After a few minutes, she smirked and got an idea. “Boy, am I thirsty!” She started drinking some water, then smiled at Em. “Want some?” she asked.
“V-very funny,” she said. “...Though I am a little thirsty, now that you mention it…” She hated holding in all of her pee… or at least normally she would, but knowing Ala liked it made her like it too, because she loved making Ala happy.
She took the water bottle, chugging it down. “Ahhh… there we go! Now to see how long until I pop!” She giggled. Ala was wide-eyed, she could barely control herself, but she just nodded.
“Um, y-yeah! Hey listen, let’s, uhhh, let’s k-keep going, huh?”
Em nodded and the two walked, Em’s tremendous bulge trembling and sloshing as they did. ||
Ala didn’t take her eyes off of Em’s bladder. The blonde was actually making more of an effort to compose herself than beforehand. She kept a smile on her face, but Ala could see her stiff legs moving forcibly forward as they walked. Em was trembling, clenching her fists, clearly in a great amount of pain…
But she was accepting. Ala never could have imagined this outcome. She knew she was going to force her pee into Em, but for Em to be okay with it… Ala couldn’t believe it. Em loved Ala, genuinely. She wouldn’t put up with this, shouldn’t put up with this! Ala was just planning to get a one-time piss balloon, when Em didn’t have a choice, but now… maybe she’d hold for her more often?
Ala put her arm around Em, who looked up at her with a smile on her face.
“Um… so you’ve used a p-plug before… how long b-before I risk p-popping?” Em asked.
“Oh, you were serious? You won’t pop! Don’t worry. You’ll just keep stretching… bigger… and bigger… until you can’t carry around the weight of your own pee!” Ala said. She took her hand away from Em’s shoulder, slowly lowering it, and starting to caress Em’s bladder bump. She whimpered, even Ala’s gentle touch was tough to handle.
“You’re taking this surprisingly well, Em! I’m surprised you can even walk!” Ala said. Em smirked.
“It’s not like I’m worried about it coming out! I can handle anything, really! The only reason I was so scared earlier was because I could’ve lost control, or thought I would’ve popped!” Em said. She felt her bladder pounding, constantly pleading with her, aching, weakening her legs, making it hard to walk, or focus. She smiled through it. She needed to pee more than she could have ever imagined… but she didn’t have to seem desperate around Ala, maybe she’d tease her for a bit…
“I don’t even really feel it anymore. Maybe you should just take the p-plug out, if you want me to be desperate, I need some kind of risk, right?” Em asked, sweating nervously.
“Ha, you just want to empty yourself! I’m not taking that plug out!” Ala said, giving Em’s bladder a flick. Em hid her face, as her eyes widened, and almost tripped from her legs wanting to give out. She didn’t have to show it.
“Ala, I’m not even desperate anymore. Maybe the pee numbed me?” Em lied. Ala smiled. She knew exactly what Em was doing. She had to break her. They weren’t leaving this cave until Em begged for mercy. ||
“Right, of course,” Ala said, nonchalantly. The two kept walking and Em looked over at her.
“Oh, Em,” Ala smiled, “Did you want something?”
“N-no, I’m good!” She said, “Just… looking at you.”
“Well that’s good, because I’m looking at you too. And you look like you need a hug!” She smiled and picked her up.
“W-wait, hold on…” Em tried to talk, but before she could continue any further than that, Ala squeezed her tightly. Her bladder compressed, she really did feel, even if she wasn’t, like she was about to pop. She gasped, as the pressure and pain skyrocketed to not-before-felt levels. At least, not felt by her. “O-oh mon Dieu…” Em squeaked out.
“Heh…” Ala put her down. “How did that feel?” she asked. Em breathed heavily, even panting at one point, then looked at her.
“F-fine!” She managed, somehow, to compose herself, “J-just fine!” She held herself, her bladder ready to shoot piss everywhere like a fire hose, but of course she knew the plug wouldn’t let that happen.
“So,” Ala said, taking yet another drink, “Feel like giving up?”
“G-giving up?” Em asked, “What do y-you mean?”
“Y’know,” Ala said, “Giving into your urges… dancing around, squirming, begging me to let you piss…”
“Why would I-I do that?” she asked, “I-I don’t have t-to pee…” She said. She knew that, despite doing it unintentionally, the slight quiver in her voice was turning Ala on. She knew Em was unsteady, but Em refused to show it.
“Well, let me know when you do… I might have to soon,” she smirked over at her makeshift toilet, who blushed and tried to cover her face with shaky hands. If she didn’t have the plug in, she was certain she’d be empty by now. And she didn’t even want to know how long she would’ve been going for… although, she did think of something…
“Hey, Ala!” Em said.
“Yeah?” she asked.
“Well… w-when I do eventually need to piss… maybe I won’t b-be able to…”
“Why not?” Ala questioned.
“B-because,” she said, trying not to think about the horrible pain that was building, “I-if I did, the pressure o-of the stream might cause a rockslide!”
Ala nearly came. She was right. If she did start peeing with tremendous pressure, she might cause something to collapse.
“Well,” Ala said, “I guess you’ll just have to hold it then. At any cost.” She smirked and slapped the blonde’s bladder.
“Oww!” Em stopped for a second. “Ce n'est pas juste!” She briefly grabbed onto her bladder, her legs trembling, her knees weak, as she looked at Ala.
“Wow, that really affected you, didn’t it?” Ala asked. Em nodded.
“Y-yeah…” Em smiled, “And m-my desperation’s affecting you, too.”
“Maybe!!” she said, though she knew, with her lack of panties, it would be pretty obvious if she was lying. ||
Em groaned, and quickly attempted to hide her pain.
“I’d like to have been listening to music right now! With my radio!” She complained, focusing hard to not stutter over any words.
“I don’t know, your whimpering is the best thing I’ve ever heard…” Ala teased. Em frowned.
“Am I whimpering? Maybe it’s because I’m frustrated with how long we’ve been down here!” Em yelled.
“I wish we were up there as well, but there may be a silver lining!” Ala said.
“Really?”
“Well, there wouldn’t be much of a reason for you to be this full if we could just pee in the woods!” Ala joked. Em slapped her.
“Ooh, losing your patience, huh? I thought you were so accepting of this! I’m turned on by it, why aren’t you happy all of the sudden?” Ala asked. Em looked back. She was getting herself worked up over this. She could be desperate in front of Ala. Why was she even trying to hide it? Ala was into it!
Ala stopped, and kneed Em right in the bladder. She yelled in pain.
“Ha! I knew that would get you!” Ala said.
“Anyone would yell from getting knee-d, blaireau!” Em yelled. She scoffed. She wasn’t gonna give Ala the satisfaction of knowing how desperate she was. She stood up straight, hands to her sides, and relaxed. Her bladder acted up, but Em tried her absolute best not to show it. She walked forward normally. Ala’s eyes widened.
‘W-wait… is she actually… fine? No, she’s just pretending… she can’t be!’ Ala thought. But Em was convincing.
“If you’re really fine, then you can lay down… on your bladder, and put your arms and legs out. Only someone who didn’t have to pee could do that.” Ala said. Em laughed nervously.
“If you need confirmation that I have to pee, clearly I don’t have to go that bad, right?” Em asked. Ala yelled in frustration.
“Your bladder is the size of your head!! Why do you think you can pretend you’re fine! You’re clearly bursting!” Ala yelled. Em smiled. She got her.
“Ala, maybe your bladder’s just small.” Em said. Ala smacked Em’s bladder. Em squealed.
“Em, stop trying. You have to pee and we both know it.” Ala said.
“I really don’t-“ Em started, before Ala pushed her quickly from behind. Em gasped, and tried to catch herself, but fell directly forward, on her bladder. She screamed, her arms shooting between her legs.
“F-FINE!! I… I have to pee! Y-you happy now?!” Em asked. Ala shook her head, and grabbed a bottle of water from her backpack. She started chugging it, Em staring at her as she got up.
“If you were able to pretend, and be that convincing about it, you clearly aren’t full enough. Not even close.” Ala said, grabbing another bottle from her backpack. ||
“W-wait…” she said, “You’re not gonna…?”
Ala nodded. “I sure am,” She smirked and handed her the bottle. “Drink up! Be sure to drink the whole thing, and do it quickly!”
Em smiled. “H-happy to!” She was honestly not that happy to, but it was worth it to see Ala so happy. She grabbed the water and chugged it down, gulp by gulp, looking at Ala now and then as she did so.
“That’s more like it!” Ala smiled and patted her friend’s head, making Em blush. Once the blonde was finished, she tossed the empty bottle aside and looked up at her.
“There, happy?” she asked.
“Hmmm, not quite,” Ala said. “I need to pee.”
“W-what!?” Em asked, “Tu ne peux pas être sérieux!”
“I’m serious,” she said, “Get on the ground.”
“Ngh… c-can’t you wait a little longer!?” Em asked.
“You seem quite eager to get out of this,” Ala said, “It’s honestly kinda hot.”
“Good!” Em said, “I-I want to please you!” Her knees buckled again, and she collapsed onto her butt.
“Heh…” Ala smiled. “You’re adorable. Now then…” She giggled and lightly pushed her friend to the ground. Em naturally spread her legs. “You ready?” Ala asked. Em nodded and Ala pulled the plug out and quickly put the funnel in. Even still Em had lost a spurt. Not a HUGE one, but there was some on the ground.
“Aah, sorry!” Em said.
“No problem,” Ala smiled, “That’ll be the last spurt though.” She chuckled and stood above the funnel, soon peeing into it. It felt amazing. Not only because she was emptying, but also because Em was filling. Emilie’s bladder was already bulging out away from her body, but this was bringing it to the next level.
Em had never felt pain like this. She needed to empty out, but instead all she was getting was more in. Her bladder had never been stretched this much, the pressure had never been this high. She whimpered loudly, Ala finding that extremely hot. She didn’t move, though, or at least, no more than the constant shaking her body was doing.
Finally Ala was done and took the funnel out, replacing it quickly with the plug, though Em lost another spurt. “S-sorry,” she said.
“No problem,” Ala told her, “Just means you’ll need to replace it.” She shook a bottle of water in front of her, making her nearly scream.
“O-okay, I’ll drink it, j-just stop shaking it!!”
“Oh my… this is a powerful tool now, isn’t it?” Ala beamed.
“I-I-I…” Em looked up at her. “H-how desperate w-would I h-have to get f-for you t-to let me release?” she asked.
“You’re not releasing until we leave,” she said, “But… I might know where the exit is…”
“Y-you do!?” Em smiled. “Great, let’s go!”
“Hold on,” Ala said. “I have one more request.”
“R-request!?” the bursting girl asked, her legs crossing to prove her point, “I’m gonna explode!”
I do recall a certain conversation about a certain bursting cutie getting on her hands and knees and licking me…”
Em sighed, getting on all fours. “Okay, but you’d b-better hurry up and finissais.” She got closer, and Ala got very, very excited. ||
Ala pulled her skirt up, revealing her lower half to Em… who had been peeking at it every chance she got anyway. Ala didn’t always wear a skirt, but she noticed Em was extra clumsy when she did, falling down more often than usual…
Em crawled over to Ala. Really, she absolutely wanted to do this, she would love to lick Ala like this in any other circumstance… but all she could focus on was her bladder! The pain she felt, from the aching, bursting, bulging piss tank was unreal. It fogged her mind, and there was no way she could truly enjoy invading her friend’s privates with her tongue. Her arms shook. She could barely keep herself in the position. Her legs kicked at the ground. She could barely see straight. Ala skirked, looking down at her, and let go of the skirt, letting it flap down over top of Em.
“H-hey! D-don’t you wanna see this cutie in action?” Em asked. Ala giggled.
“I don’t really need to see it, and can’t be bothered to hold the skirt up. I’d rather just stand here… and chill for a bit. The cave really is relaxing, wouldn’t you say?” Ala asked. Em whimpered, feeling anything but relaxed with the pressure of several liters of piss futility attempting to break free. She felt her bladder pounding.
She needed to get this done, quickly. She can ask Ala to let her do it again some other time, and properly enjoy it, and take her time. She just needed to satisfy Ala, and let them leave.
She started licking. Ala moaned immediately.
“Ohhh… this is great… jay ami!” Ala moaned. Em wasn’t even in the right state of mind to correct her. Ala put her hand on the back of Em’s head, pushing her toward herself. Em licked, gave a few kisses, but couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the immense pain from her immense bladder.
‘I just need to get her to orgasm! She’s been a leaky faucet for hours! Surely it won’t take much! Then she can tell me where the exit is!’ Em thought. She licked faster, trying to get her tongue in, moaning to try and get Ala going… not that there was anything else that would cause her to moan… anything she could do to get Ala to finish quickly, so she could…
So she could… tell Em where the exit was?
‘SHE KNOWS WHERE THE EXIT IS?!’ Em realized suddenly. Things started to come together, in the slow, foggy, preoccupied mind of hers. It was a setup! Ala planned this!! Em was a little impressed, but mostly angry.
‘I was meant to suffer?! I mean, Ala finds it hot… but no! She can’t just think she can do this whenever she wants! I mean… maybe she can- N-No! I-I won’t let her!’
While Em was licking, Ala looked down at her, and smirked. With her on all fours, her bladder pointing downwards, she was in a prime position. ||
Ala smirked, lifting a leg up.
‘Huh?’ Em thought, ‘What’s she doing, making it easier for me? I don’t need that, I’ve got perfect access to-’
With that, Ala brought her foot down onto Em’s back, causing her bladder to violently hit the ground and compress. She actually screamed, immediately stopping her licking and proceeding to writhe.
“A-Ala!! C'est quoi bordel!?” She looked up at her friend angrily. She had been willing to put up with this until now, but this was getting to be too much. Her whimpers and reaction, however, sent Ala over the edge. Lifting her skirt up, she sprayed hard all over the cave floor.
‘Great,’ Em thought, ‘I won’t even be able to know what that tastes like…’
“Sorry, Em,” Ala said, “I saw the opportunity and I seized it.”
“Ala!” Em looked up at her friend, breathing heavily, “V-vous savez où la sortie il?”
“...Sorry,” Ala said, “You’ll have to translate that one.” She knew some French, especially from Em speaking it around her and her inferring from context, but some phrases she was unfamiliar with, especially longer ones.
“Y-you… you know where the exit is!?” She yelled out.
“Um… maybe…” Ala said. She realized what she had said and gasped. “Ohh fuck, I did say that, didn’t I?”
Em nodded. “Yeah. I realized it as I was licking you, waiting to be an unknowing victim of the m-most horrible pain I’ve ever felt!” She said. She was getting over the initial pain of the stomp, but her bladder was still pounding.
“Right…” Ala said, sheepishly, hoping Em wouldn’t hold it against her.
“D-do you WANT me to suffer!?” she asked, point blank. She couldn’t think of a better way to phrase it, she was in too much pain to speak eloquently.
“Well…” Ala said, “Um…”
“The fact that there’s hesitation means you do but you don’t want to say it!” Em said. “Ala, I’ll ask again. Do you want me to suffer?”
There was a long pause. Both girls thought about what was being said.
Ala felt bad. She didn’t want to admit to loving seeing her friend in horrible pain, but… since she knew it wouldn’t cause any lasting damage, it was pretty hot… but she wondered what that meant for her as a person.
Em wondered if she was actually hating this as much as she thought she was. She looked at Ala… she looked at the puddle she had formed on the ground, and realized it was because of her. She made her friend do that, and it made her feel all warm and fuzzy… well, she was already warm, her full-to-bursting piss tank made sure of that, but this was different. Despite being in the worst pain of her life, Em was happy. And if that wasn’t proof enough, she didn’t know what was.
Ala nodded slowly. Em looked at her.
“Ala…” Em said, tears streaming down her face… not for any emotional reason, but just due to pain.
“Y…yeah?” Ala asked, nervous about what would happen next.
“If you w-wanted me t-to suffer for you…” Em said, walking over, grabbing a bottle of water and unscrewing the top, “Y-you should’ve just told me.” She started chugging. ||
Em gulped down half a liter of water. She exhaled with a moan, and dropped the empty bottle beside her. Ala stared at her, jaw-dropped. Em smiled, and patted her huge bladder, wincing as she did.
“A-are… are you serious?!” Ala asked, after a while of staring. Em smiled. She was bouncing in place, trembling, experiencing terrible pain, but she was overjoyed. She made her friend happy, and that made her happy. Plus, Ala was very flustered, which was adorable. Em nodded.
“Ala… I love you. Y-You know I do, and I-I know you love me. S-Seeing anyone else with a b-bladder larger than their head wouldn’t d-do as much for you. B-But… even t-though t-this is literal t-torture… I’m h-happy to do it for you!” Em said. She saw tears forming in Ala’s eyes. Ala walked over to her, and gave her a gentle hug. Not a squeeze, like she did earlier, but a light, ‘caring but cautious’ hug. Em felt fuzzy again. She hugged Ala back, squeezing as tight as she felt necessary.
“E-Em… I don’t know what to say…” Ala said, with tears in her eyes. Em looked up at her and smiled.
“H-how about… the exit’s this way?” Em asked. Ala winced.
“I-I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have-“
“Hold on… tell me… h-how long have you been p-planning this?” Em asked.
“U-um… a-about 4 m-months… ever since-“
“Ever since the day we kissed?!” Em asked. Ala nodded.
“Wow!! Y-you… really took a liking that quickly, huh?” Em asked. Ala blushed, smiling nervously.
“I’m really sorry, Em. I don’t know how you’re so forgiving, but I can’t thank you enough, for everything!” Ala said. Em leaned against her friend.
“Don’t apologize. My balloon b-bladder makes you incredibly horny, a-and I want you to be h-horny, not sorry!” Em said. Ala looked down to see Em’s legs crossed, her fingers wiggling, her subtly hopping on her feet. Ala poked Em right in the belly button, causing her to moan, and bend over a bit. Ala smiled.
“Alright. Follow me.” Ala said, as she started walking off. Em noticed that she was moving significantly quicker than Em’s slowed walking pace. She attempted to jog a bit to catch up, but almost tripped. Ala looked back, seeing Em catching herself.
“Maybe I’ll have to untie your shoelaces next time!” Ala teased. ||
“Or I could u-untie yours w-while I’m down on the g-ground l-licking you… then m-maybe I might be able t-to catch up!” Em giggled. Ala smiled. It was nice to see her so jovial, despite the obvious pain. The two went up the incline, which was quite the painful experience for the French girl, and soon they finally arrived back at their tent.
“W-was that the ramp y-you warned me n-not to go up the o-other day?” Em asked. Ala nodded. “Y-you clever, horny girl…” She giggled again. Ala loved hearing her laugh. Almost as much as she loved hearing her groan and whimper in bladder-related pain.
“Here we are!” Ala said.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Em said, “I have eyes, imbécile.” She pushed her playfully, which Ala responded to by pressing on her bulge.
“W-w-wait, don’t-!” She wanted to protest but she was too late. She yelped, holding herself, her legs trembling. Ala gasped.
“O-oh my god, I’m sorry, did I actually go too far!?”
Em smiled at her. “I-I’m playing it up, Ala… go nuts!”
Ala blushed harder than she had on that entire trip. “R-really?”
“Of course,” Em said, “Might as well have some fun, I won’t be peeing until tomorrow morning when we get home anyway~!”
“Uh…” Ala’s mouth was agape.
Em smirked. “But after that…” She walked over to her, whispering in her ear, “You owe me big, amoureuse.” She chuckled and kissed Ala on the cheek, before getting into the tent. Ala followed her in, stunned from what she had just witnessed.
“W-wait, Em, you…” She wanted to ask if she was serious, but she knew she was. “...What do you want? In return for this?”
“Hmmm…” Em thought, her mind fairly distracted by the gigantic water balloon inside her. “W-well… I… b-besides the h-horribly b-bursting bladder, I… e-enjoyed licking you, a-and I w-wouldn’t mind… g-getting licked myself…” She admitted, blushing.
“Heh…” Ala chuckled and smiled. “You got it,” She nodded, “When we get home, after you’ve broken our toilet with a fire hose of pee,” She joked, “We can snuggle, and maybe we’ll find each other in a 69 position… and you will have more than earned it.”
Em smiled and nodded. “Merci,” she said, looking down at her bladder and squeezing it. “Ngh… y-you’d better a-appreciate this!”
“You know I do!” Ala smiled a bit more and hugged her softly.
“Hey, Ala?” Em asked, reaching into the bag after the hug was done.
“Yeah, Em?” Ala asked.
“You’ve been d-drinking a lot…” she said, getting on the ground, funnel in hand, and spreading her legs. “And y-your toilet’s ready when you are.” |
Like the last few stories I've posted, this was originally written using characters from a non-kink book I've written. So, name-changes were made and the setting was kept vague to keep it from being recognizable, I hope the vagueness does not distract from the desperation content.
A little bit of background that you need for this one to help it make a bit more sense is that Alex was raised in a cult. He grew up extremely isolated and has little understanding of how a lot of things work. He and Adam don’t really talk about the cult by name, just with terms like ‘how you grew up’ or ‘that place from before’, so I just want to spell it out clearly up here.
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There were many firsts Alex had with his boyfriend Adam. Adam had been his first kiss, his first sexual experience, his first everything. The first time Alex ever went to see a movie, it had been with Adam. The first time Alex ever picked out his own clothes, it had been with Adam. The first time Alex ever drank soda, it had been with Adam.
Alex’s life up until a couple years ago, when Adam and his family moved in next door to his own, had been very unusual. Alex rarely ever went far beyond his family’s property and the woodland that surrounded it. He’d only been inside a restaurant a small handful of times. When his Mama took him grocery shopping, he was to stay right beside the cart and not look at anyone else. The only time Alex, or any of his five siblings, really interacted with people outside the family was at their church, but their church had been very unusual as well.
Then, Adam moved in next door. Adam and his parents were so different from anyone Alex had ever seen. Adam was so free, and he seemed to always know exactly what he wanted out of life and how to get it. Alex never knew any of those things; Adam had helped him learn, and soon they discovered how much they truly had in common.
Adam eventually came out to Alex; When Adam was born, people had assumed he was actually a girl, a notion that he’d protested from the moment he could speak. At first, Alex had been upset by this news, he’d been taught that people like Adam were horrible, monstrous even. But, Adam wasn’t monstrous at all, Adam was still Alex’s friend.
And… Everything Adam was saying, all the descriptions he’d provided about his feelings and his identity, all of it had made so much sense to Alex. And, that was when Alex realized that he wasn’t a girl, either.
When tensions between their families erupted, Alex’s family split apart. His Mama and a few of his siblings moved to the city with Adam and his family, while Alex’s other siblings stayed with their Papa. Adam began to help Alex transition, Adam bought Alex special garments with which to flatten his chest, as well as a prosthetic device he could use to pee standing up, and taught him how to use it without making a mess. These were things that gave him a more masculine appearance and made him feel at home in his own skin for the first time in his life.
That had all happened some time ago, Alex had been living authentically for quite a while now. He and Adam had their own place, and slept cuddled together each night like they’d always wanted to. When the nightmares came to Alex, reminding him of events whose only redeeming quality was the fact they were over, he could wake up in a comforting set of arms, catch his breath, and realize that he was always going to be safe now.
The biggest ‘first’ Alex had with Adam was this; Adam was the first person that made Alex feel complete and understood.
Today, Alex was going to have another ‘first’ with Adam; His first time going to a rock concert. Rock music had been banned at Alex’s house growing up, just like all music with vocals, except for hymns; And even then, only the hymns that were approved by their church. Alex had never heard rock music until Adam had played some for him.
Alex had been taught that rock was all about devil worship, but nothing in the songs Adam had shown to him had ever sounded evil. Most of it only made Alex feel pumped up and happy.
Before they left for the concert, Alex nervously asked Adam how he looked. To Adam, Alex always looked hot; He liked to keep his hair long and tied back in a ponytail, which made him look a little like a rockstar, and he’d been blessed with every trans-man’s dream of a naturally masculine build, which only looked better now that he’d begun lifting weights. “You look great,” Adam told him.
“My chest?” Alex asked. “Is it on right?”
Adam knew Alex meant the binder. It had taken a while for Alex to learn how to put it on in a way that didn’t pinch or make it hard to breathe. It had been a while since Adam had needed to wear a binder himself, his top-surgery had been his eighteenth birthday present from his parents. He and Alex were still working on getting Alex onto the same path.
Adam assured Alex that his chest looked fine, and that if nothing was pinching or squeezing too hard, that meant he’d put it on right. He added that he’d find Alex a binder with a zipper on the front, one that would be easier to put on and take off. “Are you ready to go?” he asked.
Alex nodded, a little uneasily. The concert was being held at a stadium. Alex had never been inside a stadium before. He’d never been anywhere so big, and so full of people. It made his skin feel fluttery. “What is it like there?” he asked.
“It will be loud and crowded,” Adam said. “And, I won’t lie, it’s pretty easy to get lost. But, just stick right next to me the whole time, and you’ll be okay.”
“Okay…” Alex said, a hint of trepidation in his voice.
The ride there was long. Partway through, Alex was given a very unwanted reminder that he had neglected to use the restroom before they’d left. He honestly just hadn’t felt any urge to go then, but he certainly did now.
Adam probably wasn’t going to want to stop anywhere. It could make them late. And, Alex knew that lots of places didn’t let anybody use their restroom unless they bought something first. Some places didn’t let anybody use them at all. If they stopped at a place like that, they’d have to leave and find somewhere else, and maybe Alex wouldn’t be able to go there, either. It would just be a huge inconvenience, and Alex did not want to inconvenience Adam when he was so excited about the concert.
The stadium would have a restroom somewhere, surely. Alex could hold it until then. And, he wouldn’t even have to worry about waiting for a stall. Now that he had his STP, he could use a urinal and be out in just a couple minutes, no time spent bouncing up and down as he waited anxiously for a free toilet. All he’d need to do was get to a vacant urinal, pull down his zipper and—
Alex shook his head fiercely, trying to erase the fantasy as if his brain were an etch-a-sketch. Thinking about how nice peeing was gonna feel was going to turn what was now just a slight, thrumming annoyance into more of a true emergency. He flexed his thighs a little, adjusted in his seat, and looked out the window.
Looking out the window didn’t really help him gauge how close they were. Even now, he’d seen so little of the city, and so much of it all looked identical to him. A bunch of big, tall, silver buildings, one right after the other. He could barely tell different areas of town apart from one another, he relied on landmarks to determine what things he was close to. And, he had no clue what things were near the stadium. Adam had told him earlier what street it was on, but Alex could barely remember the names of the streets close to their home, much less how they were all connected.
“What places are next to the stadium?” Alex asked Adam suddenly.
“Like restaurants?” Adam asked, assuming Alex was getting hungry. “Well, there’s a couple fast food places, and a pizza restaurant called Palazzo’s. That one’s really good, they make meatless pepperoni there. If you want, we can go there after the concert, but there will be snacks and stuff at the stadium.”
Alex nodded. He’d never been to Palazzo’s, so the information didn’t make him any more certain of where they were going or how close they were. He tapped his foot a little impatiently. He sure hoped they were getting close! His urge to pee was quickly transforming itself into a need that he didn’t think he could go without fulfilling for much longer. He kept picturing his stream flowing through his prosthetic to trickle gently into a urinal, tension easing from his body as his bladder steadily deflated and stopped trying to bother him. He squeezed his eyes shut against the image. He needed to stop thinking about it. But, it was getting really, really hard not to. His knees knocked together as the pulses of urgency started to come closer and closer together.
He noticed a gas station out the window. He’d be allowed to pee there, wouldn’t he? But, no. On TV, gas station toilets were always really gross, and usually the characters had to do something to get the key to open the door, anyway. And, it was always something really time-consuming that just dragged out the whole process way longer than it needed to be. Alex didn’t want to make Adam late. He could hold it.
So, he held it. He said nothing to Adam about his need for a urinal. He didn’t point out any of the gas stations they passed on their journey. He just sat there and held it in, as his bladder throbbed away at near constant intervals.
Finally, they did arrive, and Alex exhaled. His bladder pulsed more strongly than it had at any point during the ride, and he clenched his fists and ground his teeth together as the wave of desperation passed through his body. Once it subsided and he could stand, he opened the car door and gingerly rose to his feet. “Nnnh!” he cried as he suddenly found himself fighting against gravity. All his liquid seemed to move straight downwards against his sphincters, begging and pleading to be permitted to flow just that extra bit further.
Alex looked up at the stadium. It was a massive, circular building covered in super bright lights and huge screens. Tons of people were rushing in and out of it, and Alex felt intimidated. The hairs on his arms stood on end and, remembering what Adam had said earlier about sticking close to him, he dashed around to the other side of the car and pressed himself into Adam’s side.
“Hey,” Adam said easily. “Don’t worry. I know you’re not used to things like this, but it’s okay. It’s perfectly safe.”
Alex took Adam’s hand and squeezed it firmly.
Well. Adam wasn’t going to complain about that… He simply squeezed back and led Alex towards the entrance.
It took a while to get through. First, a man had to check their tickets with a scanner thing that looked sort of like the barcode readers at checkout in the grocery store. Alex wasn’t sure what the point of it was, because Adam had paid for the tickets online already. And the guy didn’t ask for any money. It was weird.
Next, they had to take off their shoes, and Adam had to take off his bag, and then put it all into some bins so they could go through a tunnel thingy that x-rayed them. Alex wasn’t sure what the point of that was, either. But, it was really, really hard for him to bend down and unlace his shoes. As he knelt, it felt like all of his body weight was being placed right on top of his poor bladder. He could feel it being crushed and partially flattened in a way that was just awful! The overfull organ was practically screaming in pain, and Alex bit his lip against a whimper.
After that, and after they’d gotten their shoes back, Alex just slipped his feet into them. He didn’t have it in him to crouch down a second time. He’d tie them after he’d peed. Hopefully, the peeing would come soon.
They were past all the confusing security stuff now, and Alex once more planted himself to Adam’s side. “We’ve got some time before the concert,” Adam said. “There are some gift shops, and some places you can buy food. Or we can go right to our seats.”
Alex’s bladder surged when none of the options Adam had presented had involved a toilet. So… Were there not restrooms here, then? There must have been, right? It was too big a building to not have any toilets, wasn’t it? But, as he glanced around, he didn’t see any signs for a restroom… Maybe that was a thing? Stadiums didn’t have restrooms because they were too full of other stuff? Maybe that should have been obvious, something everyone on Earth already knew except for Alex since he’d never been allowed to go anywhere. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever seen anyone on TV go to a stadium and use a restroom…
Alex didn’t want to feel stupid asking Adam for a urinal if he ought to have already known there weren’t any here. He bounced on his toes as panic set in; How long was the concert gonna be? He really, really needed to go! But, it sounded like he was gonna have to wait until after, when they went to eat. Ohhh, the restaurant better have a toilet!
Or… Or maybe he could tell Adam he had to pee badly, and could they please go somewhere with a restroom? But, no, then they’d have to do all that security stuff again, and he didn’t know how much time was left before the concert was due to start. There wasn’t time for Alex to pee. But, he just needed to. He needed to so much. “Adam, I—“
“Let’s get some pretzels,” Adam said. He’d noticed Alex turning paler, and swaying on his feet. Poor thing must have been starving! “You like those.”
“O—Okay,” Alex said, gripping Adam’s hand tightly again as he was led off to a concession counter. He bobbed in place, lifting first his right foot and then his left. There was a big lemonade dispenser behind the counter, and as the liquid inside of it was mixed and spun around, the liquid inside of Alex did the exact same thing.
While Adam ordered some pretzels, Alex drug his eyes away from the tortuous lemonade dispenser. He looked instead at the huge, wide hall that circled around the stadium. There were more concession counters, and the gift shops Adam had mentioned, and— His bladder suddenly began to push very firmly against his opening, recognizing relief before Alex himself had. There it was, a sign designating a men’s room. Ohhh, thank goodness!
He felt a little silly for thinking there weren’t any restrooms here, but sometimes out in the real world, things were just so confusing that he was never certain what he could expect anywhere. His bladder urged him to dash straight down the hall and give in to his throbbing, pounding need. But, knew he had to stay right next to Adam. If they got separated, Alex knew for a fact he would be totally lost in a matter of seconds. He just had to wait until Adam finished talking with the concession man, then he’d say he had to pee, and Adam would take him to the restroom.
Except, now that Alex knew he’d be peeing soon, his need to do so ramped up considerably. He was close to jumping up and down now. and every so often he’d palm his crotch. It was strange, but whenever he held onto the tip of his prosthetic when he needed to pee, it would actually make the urge subside a little bit. He knew it shouldn’t have had such an effect, but it did anyway.
Adam finally finished with the concession guy and handed Alex one of the pretzels. “Here, eat,” he urged. “You don’t look so good.”
Alex didn’t FEEL so good… It registered to him that it would be pretty gross to bring the pretzels with them into the restroom, so he decided he’d go after they’d eaten them. He immediately began scarfing his own down, just to get to his relief faster.
“Heh,” Adam laughed. “Wow, you really are hungry, huh?”
‘Not really,’ Alex thought. ‘I just need the restroom so bad!’
“Show’s about to start,” Adam said, taking a bit of his own pretzel. “We should go sit down.”
Alex frowned at that. ‘But I have to pee first!’ he wanted to say, but his bladder wasn’t worth making Adam miss the start of the show. He kept his hand around Adam's as he was led into the main area of the stadium, and into a seat in the middle of one of the rows. Adam sat down beside him, and soon someone else had taken the seat on his other side. He was boxed in now, and his bladder felt like it was trying to kick and punch its way out of the prison he now found himself in. He whimpered in the back of his throat, crossing his legs at the ankles.
Adam swallowed the last of his pretzel and gave Alex a concerned look. He’d known all the bright lights and crowds were going to make Alex a little tetchy, but he looked downright miserable in his discomfort. He was visibly shaking all over, vibrating with anxiety. Adam patted his hand, a reminder that he was there and Alex was safe. This was just something new, and Alex had always eased himself into new things eventually.
Alex felt a little comforted by Adam’s soft touch, but the comfort fizzled away when he imagined how disgusted Adam would be if he had an accident all over his seat. Adam wouldn’t want to touch him at all then… Alex scissored his legs, bounced his knees up and down. He thought he could remember the way to that restroom from here, but all the aisles and rows looked identical! He’d get turned around and never find Adam again.
‘Just stick right next to me the whole time, and you’ll be okay.’ Adam had said, and Alex had intended to do exactly that. Just… He didn’t want to make Adam miss the start of the show, and he really, really couldn’t hold it much more! He pulled his hand out from underneath Adam’s, then squeezed Adam’s hand so hard it started to turn red.
Adam winced, not so much from the pain— Though, Alex was pretty strong— but from the knowledge he’d brought him somewhere that was obviously too stressful for him. Maybe he should have brought him to a smaller concert before this one, something outdoors and with fewer people… This was too much all at once. He frowned, he’d really wanted to see this band perform, but… “Alex…?” he whispered lowly. “Is this too much for you? Are you feeling freaked out?”
Alex shook his head, continuing to bounce in his seat. He wasn’t freaked out, he was just bursting!
“Are you sure?” Adam asked. “We can leave if you’re uncomfortable.”
Well. He definitely WAS uncomfortable. But, how could he make Adam skip seeing one of his favorite bands live just because he needed to pee? “It’s okay,” he insisted. “I’m okay…”
“If you’re sure…” Adam said. “Just, keep holding my hand, try to feel better.”
A couple minutes later, the performance began. The loud music was enough to shake the floors a little, the vibration pummeling Alex’s poor bladder like it was the pawn in a game of Whack-A-Mole. He was whimpering, quivering and twitching, and felt little, tiny droplets of urine forcing their ways out of him. He was losing it, he was gonna have an accident!
He couldn’t remember ever needing to go this bad! And, he’d been desperate lots of times before. When he lived in the old place, the line for the toilet each morning would be massive, all of his siblings always managing to beat him there. When he was younger, sometimes this had even led to accidents when his bladder just hadn’t been able to hold it together for long enough.
But, the desperation he’d felt all those mornings completely paled in comparison to now.
Up until now, his worst experience with desperation had been when he’d been severely punished by his Papa for sneaking out to see Adam after they’d been forbidden to have contact with one another. Alex had been locked into his room all night, every night. And, one of those nights, he hadn’t been able to pee before the lock had been put into place. He’d tried desperately to find something—Anything!!— he could empty his bladder into, but could find nothing; His Papa had stripped his room of everything except for his bed, one pillow, one blanket and his Bible. None of which made good emergency toilets, and one of which would probably result in him going to Hell if he even tried.
That night, he’d actually ended up praying for God to send him a miracle. God had answered Alex’s prayers in the past, had shown him the way, had even led him to Adam… And, again, God came through for Alex that night; Because, as soon as he’d finished praying, he saw that Papa had missed something under the bed; a towel. And, by bunching that up underneath himself and adjusting it whenever one patch got too sodden, he was able to fully relieve his aching bladder.
Remembering the relief from that night made Alex wish he had a towel with him here and now. He wouldn’t expose himself in a stadium full of people, obviously. But, at least if he had a towel to sit on, the mess from his inevitable accident wouldn’t be as bad.
He continued to squirm and fidget, kicking his legs out in front of himself and crossing them, tightening his hold on Adam’s hand, and just hoping for everything to be over soon so he could go.
It did end eventually, and Alex scrambled to his feet, losing a short stream in the process. He jumped from foot to foot as he waited for the other people in the row to make it out onto the stairs so he could rush for the toilets.
“Did you like the music, at least?” Adam asked with concern. Alex still didn’t look very good. He was so pale, and hadn’t stopped shaking at all. Throughout the concert, Adam had bit back a moan several times as Alex seemed bound and determined to just snap his hand clean off.
Alex hadn’t even really heard any of the music. All he’d been able to hear were the shrieks coming from his bladder, the screams of ‘PEE NOW!’ He nodded slightly at Adam anyway.
“Th—That’s good,” Adam said. “We’ll be outside soon, I’ll take you to that restaurant, it’s gonna be much quieter there, you’ll feel better.”
“C—Can we do something here first?” Alex asked as they inched forward up the stairs.
Adam was surprised. “You… Want a t-shirt or something? The lines might be long since it just ended, can you handle tha—“
“I need to pee,” Alex interrupted. “Please, Adam? I’ve had to go since before we got here.”
Adam took a moment to readjust to his new perspective. Alex wasn’t trembling because the crowds scared him. He was just trembling because his bladder was really full. “Oh… Why didn’t you say anything?”
“First, I didn’t know if there was even anywhere to go here,” Alex said. “Then, I didn’t want you to miss the start of the show having to take me so I wouldn’t get lost.”
“I… I wouldn’t have been upset,” Adam said as they finally left the main area and were back in the hall. “Oh, Alex… you should have told me! You didn’t need to hold it through that whole thing!”
Alex was dancing all over the place now, his legs were in constant motion, making it appear almost like he was jogging. His hands were between his legs, squeezing the tip of his prosthetic; Again, the action helped ease his agony even as the logical part of his mind told him that it shouldn’t.
Adam was staring; He’d never seen Alex in such obvious distress before. He took Alex’s hand and led him as carefully as he could through the crowd and to the… Massive line sprawling out of the nearest men’s room. Alex moaned at the sight, his legs trembling madly beneath him.
“Yeah, you’re probably not gonna make it through this,” Adam said. “But, that’s okay.”
“I don’t want to have an accide—“
“You won’t,” Adam cut him off. He again began leading Alex away. Alex whimpered as he was now being taken in the opposite direction of the restroom he needed.
“Adam, stop!” Alex pleaded. “I need to go!”
“You’re gonna go,” Adam said. He took Alex outside of the stadium, and walked him down the street a little. Alex whimpered and fidgeted the whole way, and Adam tried not to pay attention to the hissing sound of liquid coming from Alex’s midsection. Adam stopped at the entrance to an alleyway. “Go,” he said.
Alex looked around confused. There was nowhere for him TO go! “Where?”
“I know you’ve peed outside before,” Adam said.
“In the woods,” Alex said, pacing around on twisted up legs. “Aren’t the rules different here?”
‘Not if you don’t get caught,’ Adam thought, but had a feeling Alex wouldn’t exactly agree with that. “No,” Adam said. “You can pee on a wall when you really need to go. That’s allowed.”
Alex still looked unsure.
“Hey, I’ll go with you,” Adam offered. “Would that help you feel more comfortable?”
“I guess..” Alex winced out. Without even fully realizing it, his hand had already connected with his zipper.
“Okay,” Adam said. He went deeper into the alley and unzipped, pulling the head of his STP out. He held back his flow, however. If he let out a stream while Alex was in earshot, his partner would explode for sure. “Ready when you are!”
Alex scurried down the alleyway until he was shoulder to shoulder with Adam— Admittedly a little closer than Adam liked to be to another person while urinating, but if it helped Alex, he’d put up with it.
Alex loudly yanked his zip down and positioned his prosthetic, a clear jet of liquid slamming against the lower part of the wall not but two seconds later. It took a moment for it to register to Alex that he was finally peeing, and for a second he didn’t even feel the relief. He’d been so full that it wasn’t until a bit had drained out that he began to feel the pleasurable sensations of release. “Mmmm…” he hummed softly through his nostrils.
Adam let his own stream go. It wasn’t nearly as powerful as Alex’s was. He’d needed to go a bit after such a long drive and show, but his own urge had been nowhere near the emergency Alex’s had been. His liquid lightly pattered against the wall, darkening the material.
When Adam’s bladder had let out all it had to give and he’d zipped himself back up, Alex was still pouring away. Adam winced at that, realizing just how desperate his poor boyfriend must have been for all that time. Alex gave one final push and the last of his urine trickled against the now thoroughly drenched wall. He shook out his prosthetic and zipped up, trying to catch his breath.
Adam rubbed his boyfriend’s back, feeling the tension still present there. “Better?” he asked.
“Better,” Alex nodded a little shakily. “You’re sure that wasn’t against the rules?”
“Positive,” Adam said, though in the back of his mind he hoped this wouldn’t cause Alex to make a habit out of peeing in alleyways. |
Alex’s knees rubbed against one another as he miserably sat on the bus. He’d been needing the restroom for at least two hours now, and the fact that he was seated in the very back of the bus where he was forced to feel the full brunt of every bump in the road, didn’t help.
He and Adam were on their way to the state fair. It would be Alex’s first time attending, and he’d had no idea it was taking place so far away. If he’d known he was going to be on the bus for this long, then he wouldn’t have agreed with Adam to take it instead of having Adam drive them. If he was in the car with Adam, Alex could have asked him to please, please, PLEASE pull over somewhere ages ago. He didn’t know if he could ask the bus driver to do the same… And he couldn’t even find out; Adam was asleep, so Alex couldn’t check with him. And Adam was asleep against Alex’s shoulder, so Alex couldn’t just get up and go to the front of the bus to find out for himself.
Each time the bus stopped to drop people off or let them on, Alex wished he could bolt through the doors and find the closest restroom. But, the bus would only stay parked there for a minute or two, and Alex knew he wouldn’t be able to find a toilet, unload his bladder, and rush back before the bus left. Then he’d be stranded without Adam in an unfamiliar area. The thought sent shivers up his spine.
He just… He wished he and Adam were in THEIR car, the one that would stop and stay put until Alex was finished peeing! But, Adam had insisted taking the bus would be better for the environment, and Alex knew how much Adam cared about that sort of thing, so he just HAD to agree with him. He’d only been thinking about how Adam was worried about climate change, he should have been thinking more about his bladder!
Had he even remembered to go before they’d left home? He knew he went right after he’d woken up, but couldn’t remember going at any point after that… Not that it mattered, whether he’d emptied his bladder two seconds before he'd walked out the door or not, that didn’t change the fact that it was absolutely filled to the brim now.
He shimmied his hips as much as he could, wary of waking Adam up. He wished he could squirm for real. He wished he could twist around and cross his legs and bounce up and down in his seat and do whatever it took to make his need feel a little less critical. But, he couldn’t He didn’t want to bother Adam. He felt like such a burden on him all the time, Adam always had to explain so many basic things to him, he didn’t want to end up costing him sleep too!
So Alex just sat there, fighting to stay still as he restrained the need that was ferociously panging through his body. He kept staring out the window, every time they passed a building that he was sure contained a restroom he could use, he needed to clench his thighs tighter as his bladder refused to get the memo that he wasn’t going to be entering it.
After a while, Adam’s eyes began to crack open. He sat up straighter and yawned. “How long was I asleep for?”
“I—I don’t know…” Alex whimpered. Time had become little more than an illusion to him. It felt like he’d been stuck on this bus, enduring the awful strain in his midsection, for over five centuries.
Adam peered out the window, “Ah. Well, it looks like we’re nearly th— Are you alright?”
“Can I ask the driver to pull-over?” Alex pleaded, voice filled with hope. “I need the restroom…”
Adam frowned, “No… The driver can’t stop when he’s not supposed to, he has to stick to a schedule…” Adam’s heart twisted at the panic that swept over Alex’s face. It only lasted a brief second, but it said a million words about how he was feeling. “But, we’re really, really close to the fair. I promise. You’ll be able to go very soon!”
Alex gave a shaky nod, doubling over on himself with his hands between his legs. His eyes were big and watery. He inhaled sharply and scrunched up his face, and a moment later Adam saw a small dark spot forming on Alex’s shorts. Adam looked out the window again. “It should be about half an hour, okay? Can you make it that long?”
Alex shuddered and shook, feeling more of his liquid dribbling outwards, unable to restrain it. “I— I don’t think I can!” He felt tears building in the corners of his eyes. “Will I be in trouble if I go on the seat? I’ll— I’ll try and pay them for it somehow, I just— I can’t hold it, and—“
Adam plucked his bag from between his feet, hoping against hope that there was a bottle inside of it, or some kind of receptacle Alex could let flow into. He’d have to give Alex a few pointers on how to relieve himself into a bottle with his prosthetic, and learning how to do that while having a full-blown emergency wasn’t gonna be easy, but even if he messed up it would still be better than a total accident.
There WAS a bottle, but it was tiny. It wouldn’t fit much, and Adam debated whether having Alex let out a bit of his burden before having to cut his flow off midstream would be more helpful or more hurtful. “Alex,” Adam started. “I have an empty bottle, I don’t think it will hold very much, but if you wanted to get SOME of it out—“
“I can’t do that!” Alex squeaked, horrified. “Th—There’s people! I’ll get in lots of trouble!” Even as he protested the idea, his bladder continued to spurt its contents into the fabric of his shorts.
“We’re the only ones back here,” Adam said quietly. “Everyone else is way up front… I’ll let you cover up with my sweater, and if you go slowly enough it shouldn’t make as much noise. Hopefully nobody’ll notice what you’re doing. But, like I said, you’ll only be able to go a little, you’ll have to stop before you’re done. Do you think you can do that?”
Alex really, really wanted to let some out. Technically, he already WAS letting some out since he couldn’t get his leaks and dribbles to cease, but still. If he could actually just let his muscles relax for a few seconds, that would feel so ridiculously good. “O—Okay…”
Adam began taking off his sweater as he thought through how to get this done. Even if STPs were wonderful things, they weren’t capable of defying gravity. Alex couldn’t aim it into the bottle and let flow from a seated position. He was gonna need to get up onto his knees a little, spread them apart, position the prosthetic and bottle, then let it out. Hopefully he could do all that without having an accident. When the bus stopped at a red light, Adam talked Alex through the motions, wincing as Alex bit down hard on his lip while trying to assume the proper position. “Adam, I have to go so bad…” he whimpered.
“I know, I know,” Adam said. “Are your legs far enough apart?”
“Yes.”
Adam handed Alex the bottle, and awkwardly held his jacket up around Alex’s waist as he heard a zipper frantically being yanked downward. Adam sighed. Who was he kidding? Anyone who looked back here would know that they were doing SOMETHING out of the ordinary… He just hoped Alex was too far gone to realize that himself.
For a few seconds after Adam had heard Alex unzipping, he didn’t hear anything else. Alex whimpered slightly in the back of his throat. “Now I can’t go,” he whispered, sounding panicked. “Why can’t I go?”
“You’re… You’re nervous,” Adam said. “Just try and—“
The bus started moving again, jostling Alex pretty badly considering that his current position was not ideal for riding in a moving vehicle. The jolt slammed into his bladder like a fifty pound weight, but even that wasn’t enough to get his flow going. Perhaps that was fortunate, however, since it no doubt would have caused a mess if he’d let go in that instant.
Alex let out a frustrated sigh that quickly transfigured itself into a pained moan. “I can’t do it,” he whimpered out.
“That’s… That’s okay,” Adam said. We’re almost there. We’re really close. I promise.”
Alex tucked his prosthetic back into his boxers and gripped hold of his zip, his bladder spasmed as he yanked his zipper back up tooth by tooth. His shorts dug into the swollen bump in his core, his hips shimmying and his toes tapping as he handed the still-empty bottle back to Adam and sat down properly once more.
“It’s okay,” Adam repeated. “We’ll be there very soo—“
“Can I just not pee anymore?” Alex asked in a panicked, breathless voice. “I don’t understand, why couldn’t I—“
“No, you can still go,” Adam said. “Sometimes when you’re tense, it doesn’t come out even if you really want it to. It happens. That was an unusual position to try and pee in, your body probably didn’t understand what it was supposed to do. That’s all.”
“This would be so much easier if I was just a normal guy!” Alex sighed. “If I was, then I wouldn’t have to get into such a weird, tense position to go in the bottle, I could just do it, and I would have been able to relax, and—“
“Hey,” Adam said. He stroked Alex’s shoulder. “You ARE a normal guy. You just… You ‘froze up’. And you know what? Cisgender men also ‘freeze up’ sometimes. There are lots of cis men that would feel uncomfortable trying to take a leak on a bus when there are strangers a few rows ahead of them, and they wouldn’t be able to get it to come out either. You’re normal, you’re okay.”
“Th—Thanks,” Alex gritted out. “I’m… I’m not okay, though. I can’t hold— Oooh!— I can’t hold it!”
Adam patted Alex’s shoulder, he didn’t want to agree with the poor thing, but it certainly LOOKED like he was correct. Alex was in constant motion, all tied up in knots. “It’s okay…” Adam said soothingly.
But, Alex couldn’t be soothed. Every time he stayed in the same position for longer than one second, he felt urine beginning to push against his throbbing urethra, trying to slam its way right out of the prison of his bladder. He crossed his legs, he fanned them in and out, he bounced them up and down as fast as he could. None of it took the edge off his desperation even the tiniest bit! He just… He just had to PEE so bad! He felt like he wanted to crawl out of his skin. He wanted to stand up so he could bend around more, but if he could stand that would mean they’d finally arrived. And if they’d finally arrived, that would mean he could rush for the nearest restroom, unzip his shorts and just let it all loose. And if he could finally let it all loose, that would mean that he could finally stop holding it, could finally be free from the agony and—
He ordered himself to stop. Thinking about how amazing peeing would feel only made him need to do it worse— He was shocked that he COULD need to do it any worse, but as a horrific throb pulsed through his entire lower half, he realized that he could. ‘Think of something else!’ He told himself. He tried to mentally recite every Bible verse he’d ever memorized, but then he started thinking about The Genesis Flood, and hoped Noah had had plenty of places to pee on the boat otherwise listening to all that rain for so long must have been agonizing…
That… Was probably NOT the sort of thought he should ever HAVE about a Biblical figure, but he couldn’t stop himself. And now that he’d thought about it, he couldn’t stop thinking about the sound of rain, gushing, pouring, splashing… He imagined HIMSELF gushing away, inhaling and exhaling as his urine was finally allowed to work its way out, pouring away and splashing even louder than the most brutal rainstorm ever could!
‘Stop it!’ Alex scrunched up his face and squeezed his eyes shut. ‘You can hold it. You can hold it. Just wait. PLEASE just wai— OHHH, I HAVE TO GO!! IT HURTS!’ He couldn’t take it any more. He had never needed to pee this badly before. He couldn’t take it. He just couldn’t. Too much pressure. Too much liquid. Too much. Just… Too much. He was certain he was gonna lose it. He squirmed and tightened himself up so much that he was totally out of his seat.
A surge of pressure tackled him so hard it almost knocked him off his feet. “Ohhh, please….” he whimpered, not even realizing he was speaking aloud. “I have to goooooo!” His muscles were tiring out, losing the ability to function. He HAD to let them take a break— Just for a second! Just one second would feel glorious!
He couldn’t keep it together. He just couldn’t. First, it had been uncomfortable, then urgent, then painful, then it had felt like he was going to have an accident, and now… He didn’t even know what to call what he was feeling now. His heart was beating like a wild drummer, it was actually enough to make his chest hurt! He had never felt desperation like this before, he was panicking and out of control. He was going to die if he didn’t go.
He was rocking back and forth, his hands pressed his thighs tight together, his feet tapping. ‘I have to go… I have to go… I have to go… I can’t wait. I can’t do it. I have to go right now. I have to find a urinal. Please, I just need a urinal so bad!’ He whimpered out loud, a sharp, panicked noise as he sucked in his cheeks, feeling some of his leakage beginning to go down his legs.
Adam’s eyes were fixed on the window, just as desperate as Alex was for the ride to be over with. He exhaled when they passed a sign pointing toward the fair. “Alex, we’re here!” he said. “You’ll be able to go in a couple minutes— Just a couple more minutes, can you do that?”
Alex’s hands fidgeted between his thighs, “I’m trying…”
The bus soon came to a stop and the people ahead of them started to exit. Sitting in the back of the bus HAD given them ample privacy for Alex to attempt to make use of the empty bottle, but now it only meant they had to wait for everyone else to depart before they could leave. “Just a few more minutes,” Adam repeated, but Alex’s body didn’t believe his words and for a second Alex couldn’t do anything aside from swaying back and forth on his tightly crossed legs, doubled over in agony.
“Hurry…” Alex mumbled under his breath. “Hurry. Hurry. Please hurry up…” His abdomen was totally distended and felt like it was made of concrete. He was going to pee on himself. He knew he was. He couldn’t make it. Any second now, his leaks and dribbles would turn into a stream and he’d flood his shorts and the floor below his feet. He was straining with all his strength, but the pee was relentless in its efforts to shove its way down and out.
Adam took him into the aisle a moment later, and the people ahead of them were too slow! Now that he was more visible to others, Alex was trying so hard not to contort himself too ridiculously, but he couldn’t control it, his body acted of its own accord now as it fought against the odds to keep his urine where it belonged. ‘HURRY!’ he thought desperately. ‘PLEASE. I’m going to have an accident if you don’t! Hurry, hurry, hurry!’
Step by agonized, throbbing step, Alex exited the bus, Adam right after him. Adam opened his mouth, “Oka—“
“Adam, where can I go!?” Alex cried out instantly. The pressure was everywhere now, in every last corner of his bloated, waterlogged body.
“There are portable toilets in the fair, we’d have to get tickets fi—“
Alex noticed the line for the tickets, “N—No, I can’t! I’m— I’m already going, I can’t stop it!”
Adam pretended like he hadn’t noticed his partner’s leakage. “Okay, okay, don’t panic.” He spun around and around. It was daylight, the parking lot they were in was barren… If Alex went somewhere here, he’d have an audience and a lot of explaining to do.
But, across the street was a restaurant. “Let’s eat before we go to the fair,” Adam said, pointing towards it.
“I need—“
“I know what you need, you’ll be able to go there, it’s just a short walk, you can do this,” Adam promised.
Alex followed Adam across the street, every one of his steps was slow and clumsy and hurt so, so bad. He thought of the stories of Hell that had frightened him throughout his life, and felt certain that THIS was something every sinner must have felt for all eternity as they suffered in that awful place. If his theory was true, then he feared Hell more than ever before. His holding muscles felt as if they really were being bathed in Hellfire from restraining so much pee for so long. He tried to hurry, his body begging for relief louder and louder with every second.
As fast as he dared to move, he made it to the other side of the street. He was close. So close. So very, very close. Encouraged, Alex picked up his pace until they were at the door. Adam pushed it open, both of Alex’s hands immobilized between his thighs. A hostess began to greet them, then stared at Alex, “Our restrooms are only for custo—“
“We’re going to eat here,” Adam interrupted, putting an arm across Alex’s back. He felt very protective of his poor, full boyfriend, and hoped that this reminder of how truly blatant his desperation was hadn’t embarrassed him too much.
“Alright,” the hostess said. She led them into the dining room, but before they’d been shown to a table, Alex saw the precious, blessed sign depicting a blue stickman tucked away in one corner of the restaurant, and just took off towards it before he’d even consciously thought about it. He just put one foot in front of the other, unable to think of anything else. It felt like he was walking for miles and miles. He looked up, only a few feet from the door, only a few feet from sweet, sweet, glorious relief… His bladder squeezed downward and a pulse of urine shot into his boxers as he shoved the door open.
There were a few other guys in the room, something that always made Alex nervous. Adam had told him about a time when something really scary had happened to him in a public restroom; Early on in his transition, when people didn’t always read him as male, there had been a few that didn’t approve of him and thought they could teach him a lesson with their fists. Adam hadn’t told Alex that to scare him, just to make him aware that sometimes, places weren’t safe. This was why normally when Alex had to go in public, Adam came with him, so that if the place wasn’t safe, Adam could try and MAKE it safe.
But, this time Alex had just been so desperate he hadn’t waited for Adam, and now, even with as full as his bladder was, even with as intense as his need was, he felt frightened. Surely, if anyone was questioning if he was a guy, they’d stop doing so when he unzipped himself at the urinal, ri—
The door opened, and there was Adam. Alex’s momentary fear flooded from him, and immediately afterward he received a harsh reminder that something ELSE needed to flood from him as well. Adam put a hand to his back, and Alex found himself again enough to dash for the urinals. He was unzipping before he was anywhere near close enough, but that meant that the instant he was stood before it, his STP was out and right where it needed to be.
And then he just… Relaxed.
PSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
The floodgates slammed wide open and urine gushed out of his body, splashing into the urinal as he grit his teeth together to keep from letting out a moan that would have been just way too perverse for his liking. This felt… This… There were no words to adequately describe how this felt. It felt like he was being blessed. It felt like he was being slathered in warm goodness from head to toe. It was just… It was just a such a relief. Even if he was fighting not to moan, he couldn’t stop the heavy exhale of air through his nose, a loud and satisfied sigh.
Adam had never been comfortable using public restrooms that weren’t meant for a single user ever since the incident where he’d been hurt. He only did it if it was an emergency and he had no other option. Since he’d started accompanying Alex, however, sometimes the sound of Alex’s release would just… Really get to his own bladder and he’d have no choice but to join him.
With as much as Alex was spraying that urinal, this was definitely one of those times. Adam took one of the other urinals and unzipped to let out his own stream. After he’d been going for a few seconds, the sensation of relief washing over him, he realized that he’d gotten pretty full on the bus ride as well. He’d just been so focused on Alex’s needs that he’d failed to notice his own.
By the time they’d both finished— Alex doing so with one of the most intense pee-shivers Adam had ever seen a person have, the room was emptied and they both felt a little safer. In addition to safer, Alex now felt thirty pounds lighter. “Phew…” he sighed as he zipped up.
“Better now?” Adam asked, zipping his own shorts.
Alex nodded, blinking a bit dazedly. “Can’t believe I—“ he stopped abruptly as he began to walk towards the sinks, the damp, clammy feelings of the wet patches on his shorts registering to him. He felt himself turning red. “I didn’t— I didn’t make it completely,” he said. “I… A lot came out before I could—“
“It’s okay,” Adam said. “Don’t be emb—“
Alex looked down now, inspecting the damage. It didn’t help that his shorts were grey, all the wet spots showed up really well. “Adam, I can’t go to the fair like this. Everyone will see and know that I— That I didn’t totally make it…”
Adam thought for a moment. Then he turned on one of the sinks. “Uh-oh,” he said. “They should get someone to fix the sinks here! They spray a lot!”
“But, Adam, it’s not—“
Adam reached his hand under the faucet, then flung it back to splash Alex. “Yes, it is! See?” He splashed Alex a few more times, his shorts got wetter, and so did his shirt. Soon, he had wet patches going up all the way to his neck.
“Adam!” Alex whined. “What was—“
“Nobody is going to think you’re wet because you couldn’t hold it now,” Adam said. “Not when you’re wet all over.”
Alex thought that over, “I… I guess people don’t usually have wet shirt collars when they pee themselves…”
“Exactly, no one will be able to tell that it’s not ALL water,” Adam said.
“Th—Thank you,” Alex said. “I’m really sorry that you always have to take care of me and stuff.”
“Alex…” Adam said. “I’m supposed to take care of you, I love you. It’s my job… We take care of each other.”
“But, I’m always messing stuff up, and getting confused, and now I can’t even make it to the toilet in time…”
“You don’t always have to do things perfectly the first time,” Adam said. “And, it makes sense that things confuse you. The… The way you grew up, it just didn’t prepare you for the world, and that’s not your fault. And… Everyone’s had accidents, it’s normal.”
“But, I’m an adult,” Alex said. “I’m too old to—“
Adam held up a hand, “Can you keep a secret for me?”
“You’re the only person I’d tell a secret to,” Alex pointed out.
“I guess that’s true…” Adam said. “I had an accident not too long ago. That day you were out with your Mom and your little siblings? You accidentally took both the keys to the apartment. I got home, just DYING to go, and I couldn’t get in. I tried to hold it, but I couldn’t. So, I was gonna try and go in the bushes out front instead, but I was scared to do that out in the open in case one of our neighbors walked by before I’d finished. And I ended up taking too long trying to decide if I should do it, then my body just… Decided for me. I went right where I was standing, and I couldn’t stop it.”
Alex thought about this. “Wait… Is that why you were soaked from head to toe when my Mom dropped me off?” he asked. “You said you tried to water the bushes and something went wrong with the hose!”
“…Yeah, after I was… Done. I went and soaked myself with the hose to try and cover it up. And, I mean, I only sorta lied. I WAS trying to ‘water’ the bushes, and something DID go wrong…”
“Heh… That’s how you thought of the thing with the sink just now, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Drenching myself worked on you, so drenching you should work on other people.”
“Thank you, Adam… I do feel better now.” |
Alex and Adam enjoyed their lunch. Their waiter seemed to be confused as to why Alex was so wet, but didn’t comment and likely didn’t assume any of it was pee. Alex was much calmer as they ate now that his bladder wasn’t an aching ball of misery. Once they had paid and were about to leave, Adam looked at Alex and said; “You should go one more time before we leave here, okay?”
Alex paused. He… sort of needed to go again. It wasn’t bad, though. And he was frightened to go into a public restroom again if it wasn’t an emergency… “Why?”
“You just… When you hold it too much like you did earlier, you get a little sore,” Adam said. “Have you ever noticed that?”
Alex thought it over. He supposed that after the night where he’d needed to resort to soaking one of his towels, he had been more eager for his morning pee than he usually was once he’d woken up. “Yeah.”
“I’ll go with you,” Adam said. “I don’t want to have to pee at the fair, either…”
As Alex walked after Adam, he felt anxiety creeping up in his chest. “How come? Is that where…” he lowered his voice. “Is that where those people hurt you?”
“No,” Adam said. “Nothing THAT bad. It’s just— Well, if you DO end up needing to go while we’re at the fair, you’re gonna be really grateful that you can pee standing up now.”
Alex felt a little better once Adam had told him the fair had not been the location of his assault, but if that was the case he didn’t understand why Adam would be worried about having to relieve himself there. He’d said Alex would be thankful for having an STP if he needed to pee at the fair, so did that mean there were only urinals there? That would be pretty discriminatory… Alex had been learning a lot about discrimination and about how sometimes things were unfair for no real reason from Adam; Maybe this was just one more of those things.
Alex was relieved the restroom was empty once he’d pushed the door open. Without even a hint of nervousness he got himself in front of a urinal and unzipped, letting it flow a couple seconds later. As his stream struck the porcelain, he felt a little bit of tenderness in his middle. His bladder really WAS tired out after all that desperation earlier…
Adam peed alongside him, and once he was done, Alex noticed he stood there for a few extra seconds, like he was trying to make extra certain there was nothing left in him. When he shook his prosthetic out and zipped up, he asked Alex; “You’re sure you’re empty?”
“Yeah…” Alex said.
“That’s good. Just trust me. You really, really don’t wanna have to go at the fair if you can help it. And I don’t think the restaurant will let us keep coming back here to use their toilet.”
“Okay,” Alex said, still confused.
Once they were at last exploring the fair, Alex finally solved the mystery that had been puzzling him. The toilet facilities at the fair were absolutely filthy. They were like the outhouses Alex had read about in books about the pioneers. Except, these were blue and made of plastic instead of wood. “I thought those didn’t exist anymore,” Alex said.
“Hm?” Adam asked.
“Well, except on like, really old farms and stuff…” Alex added. “Didn’t we get indoor plumbing so we don’t need those anymore?”
“Oh…” Adam said. “Well, yeah. You’re not gonna find a regular old outhouse in many places anymore, but since everything set up here is temporary, they aren’t gonna build flush toilets here.”
“So then, do you like them?” Alex asked. Adam had mentioned a few times that it was a waste of water to flush a toilet if all you’d used it for was to pee, but Alex always forgot and just did it anyway out of habit. One night, Alex hadn’t been thinking and had accidentally peed in the tub when they’d been showering together. Before Alex could even finish apologizing Adam interrupted to tell him that it was actually good to pee in the shower. That was one less flush, so it was better for the environment. “Those use less water, right?”
Adam gave him a strange look; “No human being who has ever lived likes portable toilets,” he stated. “I guess they DO use less water, but they’re just… Not sanitary. And I have bad memories of them. And they’re cleaned with formaldehyde, which isn’t good for the environment at all. When it breaks down it can create formic acid and carbon dioxide, and—“
Alex tuned Adam out after a minute. Adam could go on long rants about subjects like that. But, he sometimes didn’t realize that Alex didn’t really understand half the words that came out of his mouth when he did it. He got the general gist of it; The portable toilets were gross and the stuff you cleaned them out with was bad. Alex agreed wholeheartedly with the first point, and if Adam was right about the second, then Alex would agree there as well.
He also understood now why Adam had said he’d be grateful for his ability to urinate without having to sit down. The less skin contact he had with any part of those toilets, the better. But, in the time he’d been learning to use his STP, he’d learned a great deal about ‘splashback’, and that was something he’d prefer to avoid when the stuff splashing back at him would be so vile…
He took inventory of how much he’d had to drink with lunch; Only one glass of water. That was good. Even with his bladder all sore and worn out, he shouldn’t feel full enough that he absolutely NEEDED to relieve himself for quite a while. But, then he remembered that Adam had downed four glasses of lemonade because the meal he’d gotten had been too spicy for him…
Alex could tell that his boyfriend would probably rather stub every last one of his toes than use a portable toilet, but with how much he’d had to drink, it was likely he’d NEED to do it. Unless… Water could come out of a person’s body in other ways; If Adam just sweated out all that liquid, then he wouldn’t need to go, right?
And, it WAS hot today… Hopefully that was enough to keep Adam from needing to go while they were here.
It wasn’t enough. Especially not when Alex wanted to ride the bumper cars, and after being jostled and knocked around for several minutes, Adam’s bladder was irritated enough that it seemed to be working overtime at filling itself up.
Adam did a pretty good job of hiding how uncomfortable he was after the ride. And, after a few minutes of not being bumped to and fro, his bladder began to settle back down again and it felt much more manageable.
Alex had figured out that if he got Adam to do some kind of physical activity, that could help get him to sweat out all the lemonade he’d drank before it even reached his bladder. When they started to pass by the carnival games, Alex thought fast. There was an enormous teddy bear set aside as a prize for a game where you had to knock down pyramids of milk jugs with baseballs. That was kinda physical, wasn’t it? “Adam, look at that huge bear,” he said.
Adam turned and noticed it, as well as the game he’d need to win in order to get it. “Alex, carnival games are all scams,” he said. “It’s impossible to win that. They glue some of the bottles together so you can’t knock them over.”
Alex didn’t really care about the bear, he just wanted Adam to sweat so much none of the lemonade could reach his bladder. He pouted. “Awww, Adam. Pleaaaase?”
Adam sighed, envisioning the beaming smile on Alex’s face if he was able to carry that bear around. And, it would make a good bed for their pet rabbits. “Okay…” Adam said. As he paid the carny and received the baseballs, he rocked slightly on his feet. His urge was returning, and now took a more concentrated effort to fight down. No way was he gonna use one of the portable toilets with their toxic, environmentally destructive chemicals. He couldn’t encourage that. If he wasn’t part of the solution, then he was part of the problem. If the fair HAD to use temporary facilities, they should have set up compost toilets instead. They’d still be nasty after a day of use, but far better for the planet.
Shifting his feet, Adam raised one of the baseballs and took aim.
He missed.
“You were close!” Alex encouraged. “Try it again!”
Adam’s hands had momentarily clasped themselves in front of his body, his legs nervously turning inwards. “Right…” he said, squinting as he refocused on the targets. Jiggling a little, he threw the second ball. It smashed into the bottles, but only knocked the topmost three out.
“That’s better!” Alex said. Adam did look a little sweaty now… Hopefully that meant this was working.
Adam rocked back and forth even more, then forced himself to go still. His bladder was firing off a lot of really alarming warning bells. His middle was aching with needy fullness. He hoped that his twisting was seen more as him just trying to line up his shot, and not as the pee dance it was starting to become. He launched the final ball and took out the remaining bottles. He was shocked to see them all actually fall over as he’d been positive at least one of them had been glued down.
Knocking down one tower was enough to earn a small prize, Alex picked out a stuffed iguana that he liked and then gave Adam a quick kiss on the cheek.
Adam was surprised, normally Alex was too worried about the possible reactions of others to kiss him in public. Adam really enjoyed when Alex worked up the nerve to do it, though. And, as an added bonus, it proved to be a nice distraction from needing to pee super badly, so he let it happen, took in all the feelings. “Wanna go on more rides?” Alex asked.
Adam nodded and followed after his partner. Each step proved itself a new obstacle, his bladder being knocked and bobbed around every time he moved. He was beginning to realize the full extent of his problem; If he was not going to pee in a portable toilet, where exactly WAS he going to pee? As he’d told Alex earlier, he doubted the restaurant would let him in to use their toilet unless he bought something again, and he couldn’t remember if anything else around here would have an available toilet for him. So… Where could he pee? He didn’t think he could hold it the rest of the day, especially not when he had to add on the whole bus ride back to their neighborhood…
Suddenly, a hand gripped onto his and tugged him backwards harshly. The surprise and shock of it all caused his bladder to pound all the more violently in his core.
Alex was pointing up at something. “Oooh,” he said. “A roller coaster. I’ve never seen one in real life before! And there’s no line!”
Instead of waiting for Adam’s answer, Alex led him off towards the ride. “A—Are you sure?” Adam asked. The rollercoaster here was big, and a little rickety since it was taken down and then re-built at different fairs so many times. The first roller coaster Adam could recall going on was a little kids’ one with a single hill… He didn’t know if this was the best choice for Alex’s first roller coaster ride. It may be too scary for him… And even if it wasn’t, it was DEFINITELY too bumpy for Adam’s bladder.
The operator led them onto the ride, and Adam was shaking as he sat down. This was an awful idea. This was a really, really awful idea. He was gonna pee himself on this thing. But, before he could bolt up and run off (where exactly he’d run off TO he didn’t know), the safety bar was over their laps.
Alex looked at him, “Oh… Do roller coasters scare you?” he asked. “I’m sorry, you should have said…” He took Adam’s hand and pulled him in close. “I’ll keep you safe!”
The pulling made Adam wince and he squeezed his thighs together as his knees knocked. Roller coasters did not scare him. Pissing himself in public, however? Definitely did. Alex wouldn’t want to tug him in so close anymore then.
The ride began and Adam pressed his legs inwards tightly while the car began to trail up the first hill. He screwed up his face and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Are you okay?” Alex asked.
Adam knew how nervous he must have looked. “Yeah…”
“I didn’t know these scared you!” Alex reiterated, pulling him close once more, oblivious to how the squeezing was affecting his bladder.
After the first hill, the ride sped up tremendously. In any other circumstance, Adam would have been enjoying it, but every sharp turn and sudden drop was felt with extreme intensity as the liquid inside him sloshed to and fro and desperately searched for a way out.
Alex at least seemed to be enjoying himself, he didn’t look scared or sick, or like he wanted the ride to stop. So, that was good.
Adam’s ankles were knotted together by the time the ride finally ended. Once the safety bar had popped up, Adam did as well. He stumbled away from the ride and bobbed in place as he tried to think of a way to relieve himself here.
“Wow!” Alex said excitedly. “That was really fun! I see why people like that! Sorry it was scary for you, but I had so much fun, and— And, can we go again?”
Adam swayed from foot to foot, “Maybe later?”
“Okay… Okay— Oh, I’ve never been on a ferris wheel before, either!” Alex announced, and Adam winced as Alex yanked him off towards the ride. Alex was running way too fast for Adam’s liking. He couldn’t keep up with Alex’s pace and keep his legs tight enough together at the same time. He felt his first leak as they arrived at the ferris wheel. His hands twisted around near his waist, he wanted to hold himself (As weird as it was, gripping the prosthetic always helped him out when he was bursting.) But, he didn’t want to hold himself in public. There was just a constant, thrumming urgency in his center. He really, really had to go…
They went up the steps to the ferris wheel and took a seat before a worker shut them in. The pressure in Adam’s bladder seemed to amplify when the door was shut and he realized he was stuck. Alex was right across from him and Adam had no idea how he could hide his urge from him now that they were face to face. He jiggled as subtly as he could. It was only when his feet started to throb that he realized how tightly crossed his legs had gotten. They got even tighter when the ride began to move.
As they were lifted into the air, Adam was a squirmy, fidgety mess. His feet were tapping, he was bouncing, he dug his fingers into the tops of his thighs. The way the ride constantly rocked to and fro was doing him no favors. “Nnnnnhhh!” he exclaimed.
“Adam?” Alex asked. “Are you okay?”
Adam flinched. No use denying it now. He gave in and clutched himself. “I… I have to pee. Like, real bad.”
Alex frowned. So, the hot sun hadn’t been enough to stave off Adam’s need after all. “Too much lemonade,” he commented.
“Yeah,” Adam nodded. “Way too much…”
Alex took his hand and gave it a squeeze, “Is it an emergency?”
“It’s real, real bad,” Adam said, squeezing Alex’s hand back as hard as he could because he just HAD to squeeze onto something.
“We’ll be down soon,” Alex said. “We’re at the top now, so it will be just a couple minutes. You can pee then.”
“I’m not using one of the portables,” Adam said.
“‘Cause they’re gross?” Alex asked.
“Mostly because of the chemicals I told you about,” Adam said, straining not to double over as his bladder wailed for relief.
Alex tried not to laugh, “You’re… You’re making this into one of your protests?”
“If I’m not part of the solution, I’m part of the problem.”
“You really think you’re gonna save any trees by not peeing when you’re about to have an accident?”
Adam lowered his voice, “Um… That and… All the toilets are back at the entrance and, um… I don’t think I can make it…” he admitted.
“…Oh,” Alex said, realizing that Adam did seem to be in a REALLY bad state… “Um… We will think of something,” he said. “And the ride is almost done.”
Adam tried to stop thinking about the possibility of the ride getting stuck while he continued to fidget in his seat. He wasn’t sure WHAT Alex would think of to save him, he didn’t think there was anything that could. “Oh, lemme distract you!”
“I don’t think you can anymo—“
Alex placed his lips over Adam’s, an action that surprised Adam so much that a jet of piss shot into his boxers. His thighs squeezed even more as he tried to cut off the flow. After a moment though, the kiss was a great distraction as Adam felt heat rising up his body. He’d… Actually had to TEACH Alex how to kiss when they’d first started dating, but by now it was like he was a professional. The way he could move his tongue was just… There was nothing in the world better than that.
Except, maybe peeing? Yeah. Maybe peeing would feel even better…
Soon they were back on the ground without a puddle forming beneath Adam. Adam was off the ride the instant he was able to get up. “A—After I’ve gone,” he said to Alex. “I want you to do that again, okay?”
Alex smiled. “Aw… I’d love to! Now… Let’s find you somewhere to go.” He glanced around for a few seconds, trying to think of some way for Adam to pee… Poor Adam was doing such a blatant, nonstop pee dance now that passersby were starting to look at him a bit. He didn’t even seem to care, focused only one keeping his clothes dry.
“Oh!” Alex said suddenly. “I’ve never been on a log-flume before!”
Adam stared at him for a second, wondering how he could have possibly forgotten about the emergency they still needed to resolve. “We can do that once I—“
“Come on!”
Before Adam could say anything more, Alex had yanked him off towards yet another ride. “Alex, I can’t— I— Especially NOT a water ride, come on!”
“It will help,” Alex insisted.
Adam whimpered in the back of his throat, fighting to understand why the Hell Alex would try and bring him onto a freaking log flume when he was about to piss himself. “Alex, stop this. I can’t. I’ll have an accident.”
“Yeah,” Alex said. “But, it’s gonna be like the hose, and the sink. You can go and nobody will be able to tell it’s not just water.”
Adam stopped his protestations, decided that maybe that WAS a good plan after all… He just had to make it there… Which wasn’t easy when each step felt like a knife through his bladder, like a pin being poked into an overfilled water balloon. Despite the agony, however, he tried to move a little faster.
When they reached it and had settled into one of the logs, it took every ounce of Adam’s strength not to let it flow right there before they’d even hit the water. He could hear the trickling water of the ride already, the sprinkler effects and cascading waterfalls… He realized he’d started to spurt already, and no matter how hard he tried it wouldn’t stop. ‘Oh, hurry…’ he silently begged the ride operator in his mind. He twisted in his seat as he tried to blot out the water that was now all around him.
The ride finally started, and the log began to be propelled up a large hill. Once it made it over the top of it and plunged down into the pools below, Adam would be able to go. Just a few more seconds. Just a few more seconds. “Ohhh…. I have to peeeeee…” He whimpered out as he doubled over.
“We’re almost in the water,” Alex said, reaching a hand out to stroke Adam’s back in front of him.
“They’re gonna have to drain the ride after this,” Adam said.
“They won’t have to clean it out,” Alex said. “Don’t feel bad, it’s just a little—“
“They’re gonna have to drain it, because I’m about to overflow it,” Adam corrected.
At last, the log went over the top of the hill and began to drop down. The sudden downward plunge was too much for Adam’s bladder, and he was peeing before they’d hit the water. A few seconds later, though, it didn’t matter, the water went all the way up over their laps as the log continued on its track. Now that it was finally safe to let flow, Adam stopped fighting it and just allowed it to happen. He tried not to moan or sigh, knowing how obvious that would be, but just the look on his face was enough to make it clear how relieved he felt.
The water the ride had submerged them in was cold, but it rapidly grew warmer and warmer as more and more pee flooded from Adam’s overburdened bladder. The pain flooded out along with it. This was better. This was just… So, so much better. He allowed his head to tip back as he continued letting it all loose.
Alex laughed, “All better now?”
“Yeah…” Adam panted.
Alex smiled. Then realized that peeing on a log flume was ALSO something he’d never experienced before. He took a few seconds to relax himself enough, but soon he was helping the water ‘warm up’ a little as well. “Ahhh,” he sighed.
Adam chuckled, “Heh, you going too?”
“May as well…” Alex said. “Still pretty sore after earlier.” As they rounded a bend about half a minute later, Alex let Adam know he’d finished.
Adam was a little alarmed then, he’d started peeing before Alex had, but he still didn’t feel close to done… He realized the ride would be coming to an end soon and he had to make sure his pee was finished before then. Nobody would be able to tell that it wasn’t just water soaking him through, unless of course there was still a trail of liquid gushing down his leg. THAT would be obvious. And, he definitely couldn’t cut off his stream now. His bladder was gonna keep draining until it at last had nothing left to give. He pushed down as hard as he could, trying to make sure his bladder would be empty by the time he had to get up.
Once the log had made its way to the exit point, Adam still wasn’t empty. Even with as hard as he’d been pushing, there was still more that had to come out. Alex got up, but Adam stayed seated. “Alex… Ohhh, you know how my knee gets?” he asked, loud enough for the ride operator to hear.
Alex gave him a puzzled expression.
“How it’s hard for me to stand up right away?”
“Ohhhhh,” Alex’s expression melted into one of understanding. “Do your…” he thought for a moment. “Do your exercise to get it working right again…”
Adam bounced his knee up and down a few times as he gave a final push and, at long last, felt his stream cease. “That’s better!” he said, and not just to convince the operator he’d only remained seated because of his knee. He got up and followed Alex through the exit as the operator hit the button to send the log forward to the starting point.
Once they were out of the operator’s earshot, Adam gave a long overdue moan of relief, “Ahhhhh… Thank you,” he said. “Never would have thought of that.” |
Trigger warnings for this chapter: Transphobia, assault, slurs.
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Alex had never been to a mall. Before, the biggest store he’d ever been in had been Wal-Mart, and then he’d had to stay close to his siblings and parents, with strict orders not to speak or make eye contact with anyone else. Normally, he’d just keep his hand on the side of the cart, looking down at his feet and at the uncomfortable, long skirt. The kind he and his sisters had all been required to wear back then.
In those days, he hadn’t understood why the skirt had made him feel so bad. He hadn’t understood why the idea that all the strangers he was surrounded by could see the skirt bothered him as much as it did. He hadn’t understood why the way the skirt made his hips look rounder made him want to somehow float away from his own body.
He understood those things now. And now when he went shopping, he did so in clothes that felt comfortable, and he was allowed to look wherever he wanted. With this being his first time at the mall, there were lots of things he wanted to look at. All the window displays in the stores were so fascinating to him. He’d never seen so many different kinds of clothes before. He’d had no idea people dressed in such unique ways…
That was kind of why they were here. Alex didn’t have very many clothes. Most of what he did have were things Adam was sharing with him. Alex had needed to get rid of basically all his old clothes. Pants had been forbidden in his old home and he definitely wasn’t comfortable continuing to wear any of those long skirts and dresses. He’d been able to keep a couple of his shirts that fit him okay, but other than that he was basically wearing whatever articles Adam had gotten tired of.
And Alex definitely needed new shoes. He and Adam may have been close enough in height and build to be able to share shirts and pants, but their feet were completely different sizes. Adam’s feet were larger, and when Alex wore his shoes for too long, they caused blisters. Alex was still wearing the shoes he’d had from before, light purple slips that were undoubtedly made for women. They’d begun to look weirder and weirder on Alex as he continued to try to look more like himself.
“You don’t have to, like, find a style or anything today,” Adam said. “When I started getting guy clothes, I thought I had to pick a certain style and make it part of my identity or whatever. But, that’s hard to do when you’ve only been able to shop as a girl for so long. We’re just gonna find some stuff you’re more comfortable in today.”
“I never shopped as a girl, either,” Alex admitted. “Father got all of our clothes for us. We didn’t pick.”
“Oh…” Adam said. He fervently disliked Alex’s father, the man had been controlling to a grotesque degree “You do know what size you are for stuff, right? I mean, I know we’re about the same, but some of my stuff looks big on you…”
Alex shrugged, “I don’t know. Father cut the tags and stuff off before he gave any of the clothes to us. But men’s sizes are different anyway, aren’t they?”
“They are,” Adam said. “I’d just been planning to use this conversion chart thingy I have on my phone to make it easier to figure out. But, like I said, we’re about the same. You’re probably just one size smaller than me.”
They spent some time helping Alex find pants and shirts that fit and that he felt comfortable in. After a while, they were both hungry enough to want to stop at the food court. “What is a food court?” Alex asked. “Is that where food goes to stand trial?”
“No, it’s—“ Adam stopped himself and laughed. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Alex grinned.
Adam felt good. Alex had been doing that lately. Making a joke out of how little he knew about the world. Adam liked that, it meant his boyfriend was starting to feel less ashamed of his naivety and past isolation. It meant he was feeling more comfortable, and that was wonderful.
Alex was still scared to order food for himself. In his old life, restaurants had been an incredibly rare treat, only visited once or twice a year. Alex seldom had it in him to actually speak with any of the waitstaff— None of his siblings did. They’d been told to distrust anyone who wasn’t part of their church, they had no way of knowing if the waitstaff were okay to talk to. So, normally, Alex’s dad had ordered for him— Usually something that Alex didn’t really like to eat.
This still persisted, Alex still struggled with ordering his own food, and Adam did it for him. Except, Adam actually asked Alex what he wanted and then got it for him. So, when Alex said he wanted a corn dog, that’s what Adam ordered for him.
Behind the counter, there was a big machine filled with blue stuff. “What’s that?”
“Oh, that’s a slushy machine,” Adam said.
“Slushy?”
“Yeah, it’s like a frozen soda,” Adam explained. “You want to try one?”
Alex hadn’t had much soda before, but what he had tried he’d liked. He’d probably like it frozen, too. “Okay!”
Adam ordered a couple slushys and the two took a seat at one of the tables. Alex poked a straw into his slushy and curiously took a sip.
Wow! He decided that he REALLY liked slushys! It was so sweet, and he loved how it felt as it melted on his tongue. He took a few more sips eagerly, and then— “Ouch!” Alex exclaimed, rubbing his head as a peculiar pressure built inside it. It felt like the migraine he sometimes got if he was super dehydrated… Then, just as quickly as it had arrived, it vanished.
“Don’t drink it so fast,” Adam said. “Or else that happens.”
“Why?” Alex asked.
“I… Don’t actually know,” Adam admitted. “But, it’s called ‘brain freeze’.”
“Aw, come on, Adam. You’re supposed to know everything!” Alex said.
“Heh… You like the slushy though?”
“I love it!”
“That’s great!”
Alex finished his corn dog and slushy, then asked Adam for a second drink.
Adam handed over his own half-empty cup. He’d finished with the fries he’d gotten and wasn’t that thirsty.
Alex eagerly polished off Adam’s slushy as well, trying to take slower sips so that it wouldn’t make his head hurt again. “Can I have another one?” he asked.
“Alright,” Adam said. “One more, but we need to save the rest of our money to get you your shoes, okay?”
“Okay,” Alex said. He was looking forward to getting new shoes. His old ones had become incredibly uncomfortable for several reasons. They were so clearly meant for women that people were always staring. They reminded him of some of the more unpleasant parts of his previous life. And, they were worn out and just pinched his feet terribly.
So, they returned to shopping. They continued through the mall, visiting a seemingly endless stream of stores. But, as more time passed, those slushys made their way through Alex’s system, and soon enough he really had to find a place to let out a seemingly endless stream of his own. The urge first hit him while he was in a fitting room trying on some jeans. They ended up being slightly too small on him, and when he buttoned them, they pressed with enough vigor against his bladder that he’d needed to squeeze his thighs together.
He tried to ignore it for a while, but after he’d realized he needed a restroom, he couldn’t get the feeling to turn back off. It was constantly there, nagging at him. Sending him little surges and throbs every so often to scold him for drinking so many slushys.
And, as they’d continued on, the urge had only gotten worse and worse to where he was now, where his need had built into a tight, aching thrum in his center that he couldn’t stop thinking about. Each time they stopped and Adam asked if he wanted to check out a particular store, Alex would shift his weight from foot to foot, wishing they could just start walking again.
The problem was that Alex had no clue where he could find a toilet here. He and Adam hadn’t passed any restrooms, or at least none that Alex had seen. He knew he should probably tell Adam that he had to go, but then he started worrying that all the toilets were at the other end of this huge building, and that was why he hadn’t seen any. If that were the case, then he’d be inconveniencing Adam if he said he couldn’t wait and that they had to go over there right now.
And, it wasn’t like he couldn’t still wait. It wasn’t that bad. It was very uncomfortable, and he did really, really wish he could go, but he knew he could hold on a bit longer.
He shuffled after Adam, squeezing his thighs together as he walked. As Adam continued to ask him questions about which stores he wanted to see, Alex did his best to answer normally. But, he knew he was probably acting weird. He shifted from side to side, trying to act like he was just getting restless, but those meager, little squirms did little to quell his need.
They arrived at last at a store selling shoes. Adam gestured to the ones in the window display. “Do you like any of those?” he asked.
Alex started to speak, to answer that he liked the white ones, but his bladder gave off a new throb that was much, much more insistent than any of the little, achy throbs he’d been experiencing up until then. He whimpered and crossed one leg over the other one, jiggling a tiny bit as his thighs pressed against one another. Once the sudden spasm passed and he no longer felt quite as close to exploding, he was able to answer. “Y-Yeah, the white ones are nice,” he said. He hoped Adam hadn’t noticed any of his bouncing…
Adam had his back turned though, he too was looking at the shoes in the window. “Alright, let’s see if they have them in the right size for you,” he said.
Alex limped after Adam into the store, hoping that this didn’t take too long, and that there actually was a restroom really, really close by that he just hadn’t noticed. Adam took Alex over to a bench and had him sit down.
Sitting down compressed Alex’s bladder in a painful, agonizing way. The need to let it release was taking control of his entire body. His knees both bounced with urgency and his fingers curled against the bench. It was starting to become an emergency.
Adam took off Alex’s uncomfortable, purple shoe and placed his foot into the measurer. Alex’s bladder contracted at the feeling of the cold metal object against the sole of his foot. He hissed a little, shutting his eyes tight and gritting his teeth.
“Hm?” Adam asked. “Did I hit one of your blisters?”
It was a good enough excuse. Alex’s feet were coated in blisters thanks to his worn out old shoes, and it was very painful when one of them got bumped. “Yeah.” Once Adam had finished measuring him and had let go of his foot, Alex immediately coiled his legs together, rubbing them against one another. His bladder spasmed once more, ordering him to bring it to a toilet right away before it tore right through his skin.
He’d tell Adam he had to go as soon as they were done here, he decided. Once they had the shoes, they’d have everything they needed. It wouldn’t matter if Alex’s need caused them to backtrack all the way to the entrance anymore. He focused on his breathing, hoping that if he calmed that down, the rest of his body would follow suit.
They did have the shoes in Alex’s size, at least. And when Alex tried them on, they were comfortable. He wasn’t able to lace them up, though. He told Adam he’d just never been taught how, but the reality was that he couldn’t bend over without putting too much pressure onto an area of his body that was already close to a nuclear meltdown.
Shoes chosen, Alex looked at the front of the store. He held back a groan when he saw the short line of people at the checkout. He quickly counted up the number of people ahead of them, both to distract himself from his bladder and to try and gauge how long the wait was going to be.
The line moved way too slowly, but Alex was certain that even if each person was able to get checked out in less than thirty seconds, that would still be too slow for him and his rippling, sloshing bladder. He barely held back a yelp of surprise when he felt himself beginning to drip into his boxers. He froze, ramrod straight, tensing each and every muscle he had to cut off the leak, his thighs straining together as tight as he could get them.
This was not good. This was not good at all. Even if the line was finally starting to move, Alex wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. He was too full, too many slushys, way too much pee… It was making him more desperate just thinking about how much liquid he’d poured into his body! He groaned out loud then, his teeth clenched.
“Hm?” Adam asked. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” Alex said quickly.
Adam still looked concerned, but they were next in line, so he put Alex’s strange behavior out of his mind while he paid for the shoes.
As they left the store, Alex wished he could press his legs together, double over and limp slowly and carefully, but he didn’t want to be so obvious when there were people around him that he didn’t even know. Once they were outside, Alex finally blurted it out in a tight, intense whisper; “Adam, I have to use the restroom!”
Adam didn’t respond.
“Adam,” Alex repeated, bouncing up and down as he tried to relieve the atrocious, throbbing pressure pulsing between his hips. “Can you take me? Please?”
“I…” Adam trailed off. He had a look on his face Alex had never seen before. “Can you hold it a little longer?”
Alex shook his head quickly. He’d already held it as long as it was physically possible to hold it! As if to voice its agreement, Alex’s bladder spasmed and he felt a long, hot jet of pee squirt into his boxers.
“Not that much longer,” Adam said. “Just… Just until we leave here, and I find you a gas station or something?”
Alex shook his head once again. He was already going! After that last leak, two more had managed to force their ways out. The pressure in his body was spiking with an intensity he could hardly stand as his bladder begged him to just give up and let it do what it wanted to do. He managed to cut off his flow again by crossing his legs and squeezing them together, but he was certain that if he spurted again, it would quickly turn into a real stream and he wouldn’t be able to stop it. His body was so tense and exhausted…
Adam shut his eyes. “It will only be five extra minutes, I promise. Maybe even less than that.”
Alex didn’t have five extra minutes. He barely had a minute at all! Alarm bells were ringing everywhere up and down his spine, he doubled over on himself and pressed his hands against his straining thighs. “I’m r—really sorry,” he managed. He was certain he was causing Adam inconvenience somehow now. But, he couldn’t figure out how. They were done with their shopping, so it wasn’t that he didn’t want to waste time. Maybe there just weren’t any toilets in the mall? Was that why Adam wanted him to wait until they got somewhere else? “Are there not restrooms here?”
“…N—No,” Adam said. “There are…”
Alex was then lost in a haze of desperation and confusion, and the two of those things combined made frustration build. There was pressure in his head and throat now as well as the pressure in his bladder. Why was Adam tormenting him!? Adam was usually so nice and caring! Had he made Adam angry, or what? “Then why can’t I pee!?” Alex snapped out. He felt heat flood him then. Not only had that been entirely too loud, he also felt deep shame that he’d lost his temper, even if it had only lasted a second.
He’d been taught all his life that showing anger was one of the worst sins he could commit. And now he’d gone and done it anyway. And even worse, he’d done it to Adam, the person he loved most of all. He would have to pray for forgiveness tonight. Hopefully God accepted his apology, and hopefully Adam would too.
“S—Sorry,” Alex said, softer now. He couldn’t stop squirming now even if someone offered him a million dollars. His body was flashing hot and cold, the wet spots on his boxers kept rubbing against his thighs, teasing him with the relief he couldn’t have. “I just… I drank so many slushys, Adam.”
“It’s okay,” Adam said. “I’m sorry… It’s an emergency, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Alex choked out, letting out a humiliating groan. The spasms were happening faster and faster now, his control fraying as he fought to get each one of them under control. He was in such a state of desperate need that none of the dancing he couldn’t stop doing was helping. His teeth sank into his bottom lip enough to draw blood, but the pain in his mouth was actually a welcome distraction from the pain in his bladder. “Can I please go? Please take me?”
Adam still hesitated.
“Adam, please? I don’t know where the restrooms even are, and- Ahhnnnnn…- I’m scared to go without you,” Alex begged, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling of the mall as he hissed out through his clenched teeth.
Adam wanted to help Alex. Alex’s eyes were filling with tears and looked huge on his face now, he was so doubled over he was practically folded in half. It was obvious Alex needed his help, but Adam was frozen. He was scared to do what needed to be done to help Alex.
Adam only knew where one of the mall’s restrooms was.
But, that restroom was where ‘it’ had happened.
‘It’ happened a few years ago. He’d been at the mall with his parents. He’d had two cups of soda at the food court, and really needed the restroom. He’d put it off for as long as he could, hoping to make it home before he had no choice but to go. But, soon enough it was an emergency, he couldn’t wait until he was home.
So, he’d had no option. He’d had to do it. He’d found a restroom and took a deep breath, the action shaking his full bladder even more, then went inside. He only made it a few steps before a hand was on his shoulder.
“Miss, you’re in the wrong place.” a voice said.
Adam had turned finding himself looking at three men. He’d thought, at first, that the men meant well. They thought he was a girl and that he was confused. But, Adam wasn’t a girl. “No,” he said. “I’m in the right place. I’m a guy.”
But, then the man’s expression had tensed. His two friends laughed. And Adam knew that their intentions weren’t good.
Adam stepped away. “I’m a guy,” he repeated. “Leave me alone.”
“Hell no,” one of the other men said. There was something in his voice that scared Adam deep in his bones. “Are you sure you’re a guy? Because you look more like a dyke.”
It was only a word. ‘Dyke’ was only a word. But, Adam was weak, and it pierced him like a knife. Adam had started to sweat, the stress and fear was having an affect on his bladder. He felt a leak just at the cusp of breaking free. “I have to pee,” he said.
“Then go,” the third man said. “Use the urinal. Standing up.”
Adam knew what the guy was trying to pull. But, he also knew it wasn’t going to work. He was actually a little relieved then. Once the guy saw him take his place at the urinal, he’d stop questioning him. He’d have no reason to think Adam wasn’t the same as any other man.
He’d unzip, aim his prosthetic and, while he didn’t think he’d be successful in getting his flow started with these people breathing down his neck, once they were satisfied that Adam had a cock they should just leave him alone, right?
He was naive to think he’d even get that far.
He shouldn’t have stayed. He shouldn’t have stayed and convinced himself that if he gave the men what they asked for, that he would then be left alone. He shouldn’t have become so focused on proving himself. He should have known better.. But, it was just… He’d wanted to prove himself. He’d wanted the men to see that he had just as much right to be in there as they did.
So, he’d approached the urinal and gripped his zipper.
But, before he could pull it down, the fists were already flying. They called him horrible things. They called him a dyke, a freak, a sick cunt. They spat on him and left him bloodied. At some point during it, Adam released his bladder onto himself, but everything else hurt so much that he didn’t even notice. He’d barely managed to escape from them, run out the door and into the light, where it was safe and there were witnesses. Only then did he let himself cry.
He’d found his parents again, and they were stunned by his bleeding nose, wet pants, and roughed up shoulders. He just told them he had to go home, and that was where they took him. Then they asked him for descriptions of the men whom had beaten him, said that they could have hate crime charges brought against them, but Adam just hadn’t felt like pursuing it. It was bad enough what they did, he didn’t need to drag it out even longer by having to relive it while he spoke to law enforcement. He just had to put it behind him.
But, it was never fully behind him. It was always there. It was always a part of him.
He was protective of Alex, but he had a reason to be.
Adam was scared to go back in that room. And he was scared to take Alex into it.
Alex was naive, even more than Adam had ever been. If anyone ever challenged Alex in a restroom, chances were he wouldn’t even realize there was a hint of danger until it was too late.
He knew it was ridiculous to think those three assholes would be in that restroom again today, but Adam had nightmares about that place. He had nightmares about the tiles on the floors and the shapes of the mirrors. He didn’t want to go back.
But, Alex needed him to.
“I’m sorry,” Adam said. “I’ll take you. Come on.”
That restroom was close to where they were at least. Alex lost several more long, hot spurts of pee as they walked the short distance, cursing the way the waistband of his pants cut into his abdomen. They arrived at the door and Adam stopped cold. He had that look on his face again. The one Alex couldn’t recognize. “What’s—“
“This is… Where it happened,” Adam said softly.
“Where—“ Alex cut himself off, another spurt of pee threatening to dribble forward. “Oh…” He wriggled his hips, now feeling apprehensive of the room that two seconds ago had looked like salvation. A long stream of pee began to cascade down his legs, his bladder squeezing itself. He felt like he was going to cry from how badly he needed to pee, from how scared he felt, and from how much he wanted to hug Adam and make him feel better. He couldn’t hug Adam now though, if he did he’d have an accident and drench them both.
Adam took a deep breath. “Come on, I’ll keep you safe,” he said.
They entered. It was empty, which made Alex feel better. He moaned as he tried to get to the urinal, placing one shaky foot down in front of the other. Once he’d made it, he jammed his legs right up against each other and tugged down his zipper, tearing the head of his prosthetic free and finally letting it all go.
His brain filled itself with static as the haze of relief settled over him. He tipped his head back to stare at the ceiling again, this time in pleasure rather than agony. His legs started to feel extremely wobbly, like he might actually lose his balance. His pee splashed loudly against the urinal and he let out a nice, fluttery sigh, releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding along with his pee.
Adam’s heart was beating hard. His eyes were fixed on Alex. He knew they shouldn’t have been. Alex was freaking PEEING, Adam shouldn’t stare at him while he does that! Adam also knew that he didn’t NEED to watch Alex. Those three men weren’t here to harm him. No one was. But, being in this place again, seeing the tiles, seeing the mirrors, smelling the cheap air freshener… It was making Adam feel everything he’d felt on that day all over again. All the same fear. All the same embarrassment. All the same shame. The shame in who he was; A shame he hadn’t felt in so long.
“Phew…” Alex exhaled as he shook out his STP.
Adam remembered where he was again. Wow, that must have been at least a minute and a half… Alex really had needed to go… No way would he have made it to a gas station like Adam had suggested.
Alex zipped up and headed for the sink. “Thank you, Adam,” he said. “It’s really brave of you to come back in here just so I can feel safe.”
And, like that, the shame went away again. Adam had no reason to be ashamed of himself. He wasn’t a bad person. He could be courageous, and he could look out for the people he loved. Nothing about that was wrong or shameful. “You okay?” Adam asked.
“Yeah, I’m better,” Alex said.
And so was Adam. |
Alex was going to the corner store all by himself today. He was really nervous. He had never gone anywhere alone before in his life. Even now, he was always either with Adam, or with his Mom and younger siblings. He was never, ever alone unless he was at home while Adam went to his job. And, even then, Adam would be calling him to check in and make sure he was okay.
Alex needed to learn how to go places on his own, though. He needed to gain the independence that he’d been so totally denied growing up. Adam liked spending so much time with Alex, of course, but it wasn’t the most healthy thing for Alex to be so reliant on him that he couldn’t set foot outside without him.
“It’s a very short walk,” Adam said. “Just a couple blocks. You know the way, don’t you?”
“I do,” Alex nodded shakily. He felt ridiculous. He was an adult, such a tiny amount of time spent outside the house by himself shouldn’t have seemed so terrifying.
“Good,” Adam said. “And you have the money?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, you just have to pick up one bag of chips,” Adam said. “And, try to talk to the cashier if you can, alright? You can call me if you need anything, but I’m sure you can do this.”
“O—Okay,” Alex said. He was much less confident in his ability than Adam was… He kept imagining himself getting kidnapped, or mugged, or any of the other terrible things he’d been told would happen to him if he ever left home by himself when he was growing up.
“You ready?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be,” Alex admitted.
“That’s okay,” Adam said. “I just want you to try, if it’s too much you can just come back right away. I won’t be disappointed in you.”
Alex nodded, he felt a little better. Still, he wanted to impress Adam. Adam was always so calm and relaxed and cool… He was hardly scared of anything, and he knew so much about everything… Alex wasn’t cool at all, and practically everything confused him or felt threatening. “Alright,” Alex said. “I’ll try.” He headed to the front door of the apartment. He paused at it, trying to grab the knob to open it and step outside.
He looked back over his shoulder at Adam.
“You can do it!” Adam said. “I know you can!”
Feeling a tiny surge of confidence, Alex flung open the door and began to clomp down the steps leading down the building. Once he was on the ground and approaching the sidewalk, the confidence started to fade away. He was alone, and there were people he didn’t know walking around. He didn’t have Adam to lean on. He didn’t have his Mother to hide behind. He didn’t have his siblings to disappear into. He only had himself.
He felt like everyone was looking at him, when in reality he knew they probably weren’t. As he became more and more aware of how being alone outside felt, he also became aware of the pressure in his bladder. Alex quickly recounted his morning to himself, and realized that he’d been so nervous about the mission that he’d neglected to visit the toilet after waking up.
Now that he’d remembered that he hadn’t peed all day, his need to do so started to feel very intense. He wondered if he should go back up to the apartment and relieve himself. He’d tell Adam he wasn’t giving up on the mission, he just really had to go and hadn’t noticed. But…Alex wasn’t sure if he’d be able to make himself leave a second time. If he went back inside, he knew he would end up staying there. He’d never make the trip to the corner store alone.
It would be okay, Alex decided. He knew this was going to be a short trip, and even though he really did need the toilet, if it turned out that he couldn’t wait through the whole thing, the store would have a restroom he could use. It would be okay.
Alex began walking in the direction of the store. He kept whipping his head back and forth, looking over his shoulder and trying to check for suspicious, white vans or people who looked unfriendly. People he never would have been fearful of if Adam was beside him appeared threatening now that he was by himself. The nerves were making the throbbing urge in his bladder grow worse. He felt like his bladder was a balloon twisted around a gushing faucet, tons of liquid being pumped into it with each passing second.
He needed to cross one street before he got to the store. He’d never crossed the street alone before, either. Alex’s bladder convulsed as he suddenly stopped walking and started to bounce up and down on his heels instead. He looked left, then right, then left again. Then right again. Then another left. He just kept looking up and down the street, and even though he neither saw nor heard any approaching cars, he was convinced that the instant he stepped out onto the road, one would just spontaneously appear out of nowhere.
It was the urging of his bladder that finally prompted Alex to start moving again. His need was quickly approaching a more critical level, and the waistband of his shorts was beginning to feel entirely too tight. He made up his mind right then and there that he was going to have to pee at the store, no way around it.
As he walked the rest of the way, his need for the toilet became much more troubling to him than the unpleasant sensations and anxieties that being on his own had prompted. He actually started to forget that he was outside and by himself as he started to focus only on placing one foot in front of the other, shuffling along the path that was going to lead him to what he needed.
The ache inside his body grew heavier and heavier with each beat of his heart. He began to crumple inwards under the weight of the accumulating mass condensing within his bladder. He was doing everything he could to move quickly and discreetly, grimacing all the while. By the time he reached the store, Alex needed to pee so much that he was actually a little scared. He pushed open the door of the shop and shuffled inside. He bypassed the aisle containing the chips that Adam had told him to get, instead moving hurriedly to the door in the back that contained the image of pink and blue stick-people. Relief at last!
Except, when he tugged on the door, it didn’t open. Alex worried at his lip as he crossed his legs, thighs clenching and knees knocking. He hoped whoever was in there didn’t take too long, Alex thought he was bordering on a medical emergency. Pee was swirling and tossing around in his middle, like water being thrown around a washing machine. Alex’s urine was thrashing to and fro, angrily trying to force its way out of his body as it screamed at him, demanding to know why he hadn’t used the toilet that morning after waking up like he always had before.
More time passed with the door remaining firmly closed. Alex started to wonder if maybe he’d just messed up with the door. He hadn’t pushed hard enough, or maybe he was actually supposed to pull it instead. He tried both of these things, but the door separating him and his bladder from the oblivion of release still didn’t budge. He let go of the knob, balling his hands into fists and swinging them back and forth at his side as he jiggled up and down on his tightly crossed legs.
Alex thought about knocking on the door and asking the person to hurry up, but was worried that would be rude. There were strict rules about etiquette and politeness at his old home, and knocking on the bathroom door, even if someone really, REALLY had to go, was not allowed. Alex was thinking now about how, really, the rule hadn’t made much sense. Because if Alex or his Mom or any of his siblings were in the bathroom for too long, Dad would just open the door, walk in, and yell at them to hurry it up… That was much ruder than knocking, but for some reason the rules never seemed to apply to Dad like they did to everyone else.
Maybe the person in there was mad at him for messing with the door so much, Alex thought. They were going to stay in there for as long as they could now to punish him for being rude. Alex managed to stay standing at the door for a few more minutes, until he just couldn’t hold still anymore and had to rush off. He grabbed the first bag of chips he saw and nervously brought them to the cashier. He shifted from foot to foot as the cashier rang them up. He could barely stand up straight as he continued to endure the agony of retaining a boiling boulder of piss in his core.
Adam had told Alex to try to talk to the cashier, and before Alex was nervous because he didn’t know what he could say. Now though, he definitely had something he wanted to say. “I—Is there another restroom?” Alex stammered. “The one in the back is—“
“Sorry, man,” the cashier shrugged. “The lock got jammed, I’ve been waiting for the guy to come fix it all day.”
What was at first dismay quickly worked itself up into panic when Alex noticed the way the cashier was shifting around behind the counter. The idea of release had gotten so prominent in Alex’s mind during his walk here that being met with denial instead left Alex feeling scared. “And there’s not a second one?” he asked.
The cashier shook his head, “Trust me, if there was, I would have found it by now,” he said. And, Alex genuinely felt bad for the poor guy, stuck here for the rest of his shift with nowhere to pee and obviously feeling the urge. It didn’t take much imagination for Alex to put himself in the cashier’s shoes, he practically already was after all.
As Alex handed the money to the other desperate man, he had to fight back against fantasies soaring through his mind. Fantasies of undoing the button on his shorts just to squeeze out a tiny bit more room for his intensely full bladder. He fantasized about dashing behind the building, yanking down his zip and blasting a stream of boiling hot piss against the wall. He fantasized about using the remainder of his money to buy a large bottle of soda, pouring its contents onto the grass outside and refilling it with all the liquid his kidneys had rudely dumped into his bladder. He fantasized about running outside, knocking on someone’s door and begging to use their restroom, being granted access and finally being allowed to gush his ocean of misery out into a toilet.
But, the only option he actually had was to keep holding it.
He took the chips and got his change. The bag of chips was small enough he could fit into one of the pockets in his shorts… He was a little surprised by that, the pockets on all of his old clothes had been TINY— Sometimes the pockets would just be FAKE and he couldn’t put anything in them at all!
He didn’t have time to think about that, however. He had to get home. He stumbled back out of the store. He looked up and down the street, wondering if there was anywhere else he could hope to find a usable toilet, but he had no idea if any of the other stores on the block would let him go in just to pee. He knew he could just go in and ask, but if they said no, that just added on more time he was gonna have to wait.
He had to go home. It was such a short walk! He could make it, for sure! He started the trek, focused once more just on placing one foot in front of the other. Over and over and over again in an endless trudge of ever increasing desperation. He made it to the street he’d have to cross. He spent much less time checking for oncoming cars than he had the first time. He couldn’t stand still long enough to look up and down the road repeatedly, and it seemed safe enough.
He hurried across the street as fast as he could, terrified that he’d been wrong and a car would materialize out of thin air to mow him down, and bursting full of so much urine that he knew he had no time to dawdle if he was going to make it in time.
After what must have been only twenty minutes, but felt more like two hours to Alex, he was back at his apartment building and staring at the steps he now needed to climb. His bladder shuddered as he gritted his teeth. He didn’t have a choice but to drag his water-logged, piss-filled body up those steps. The sooner he did it, the sooner he’d get to pee. He knew he had to bite the bullet and start moving, but as he raised his foot and set it on the first step, a shockwave of urgency fired through the sole of his foot, up the line of his leg and slammed right into his bladder.
Alex leaked.
The first few drops of his dam breaking apart soaked into his boxers. It was such a tiny, meagre loss of control but it still terrified him. He was going to lose it. He was going to pee all over himself when he was SO close to being home and being safe… Alex dared not move for the longest time. His breathing was tense and short and his hands dug deep into the material between his trembling legs.
His situation had already been such an extreme, awful emergency when he’d reached the door to the restroom at the store, and that felt like it had been four hours ago! Alex shakily made his way onto the next step, and leaked again. His focus was set entirely on the very extreme effort it took to restrain all of the liquid torture inside of his body. That second leak left him teetering right on the edge of an accident.
The need to relax his sphincters and let his pee flow freely reduced him to his base, animal instincts. His legs were moving without control as his mind— Alex’s body was now so full of liquid it felt like it was beginning to pour into his brain— ceased to function beyond the basic things. Left foot, right foot, up the steps. Just move. Just hold it. Please, please hold it! He was making progress, but he knew the end was coming quick. His bladder felt like an incredibly heavy bowling ball, and he was doing everything he could not to drop it. Every step he took seemed to add even more liquid into the overly full, bloated organ.
Instinct kept him moving. Instinct kept him climbing. Instinct got him to the door to his apartment. Instinct gave him the strength to tear a hand away from his crotch to open it and step inside.
Before Alex could run to the toilet, Adam was hugging him tight, “You did it!” Adam said happily. “I knew you could!”
The weight of Adam’s body squeezed into Alex’s bladder like it was caught in a vice. “Adam—!” Alex cried out, feeling a choppy, hesitant stream begin to pour from him. “Don’t!”
“What’s the—“
“Lemme go!” Alex said.
Adam stepped back, concern clear on his face.
Alex felt bad, but he just couldn’t hold it, and he couldn’t explain, there just wasn’t any time to! He ran as fast as he could to the restroom, already unbuttoning his shorts. His slow stream picked up speed as he rushed to the room that would grant him his relief, but he didn’t care. He just had to get in there!
“What’s wrong?” Adam called after him. “Did something happe—“ His question died on his lips when he saw Alex dash into the restroom, and two seconds after heard what sounded like an explosion of hissing water slamming into the toilet bowl. “…Oh,” he said. Adam slowly headed towards the open door of the restroom— Alex often forgot to shut it. He got a quick glimpse of Alex standing there and emptying a waterfall into the toilet, shivering and pink in the face. Wow… Poor guy had to go BAD… “Alex? Sweet thing? You okay?”
Alex panted a couple times, trying to catch his breath. His spine was tingling now, his muscles going so loose and slack… “Hff… Hff… I’m… Okay… Now…” he managed to gasp out between heavy puffs of air.
Adam averted his eyes and tried not to listen to Alex’s downpour. It was a little tricky NOT to, however. Alex was gushing like a broken sprinkler, peeing like he hadn’t visited a toilet in days… His release was so noisy.
Alex’s jaw was still clenched a little bit. He was trying not to let himself moan uncontrollably, not to let himself make such improper, vulgar noises. But, at the same time, he wanted to make those primal sounds, to lose himself in the wondrous feeling of relief after so much restraint. He allowed himself to emit a pleased sounding hum as he poured and poured into the bowl. “Mmmm….”
Slowly, his stream tapered off. He leaned forward and shook out his STP before zipping back up. He nearly flushed the toilet out of habit again, but he remembered Adam had told him not to do that if he’d just peed so he could save water. And Adam was right there. Alex blushed when he realized that. He’d forgotten about the door again… He went to the sink and washed his hands off, “Um… Sorry if I was rude when I got home. I had to go to the restroom really, really bad.”
Adam cracked up, “Really? I couldn’t tell!”
“Eheh…” Alex laughed softly. He took the bag of chips out of his pocket. “I did it, though!” he said. “I got the chips— And guy-pockets are so convenient! You can actually FIT things into them!”
“Heh, yeah,” Adam said. “They’re cool. So, everything worked out okay?”
“Yeah, I was scared at first, and I REALLY needed to go the whole time,” Alex said. “But, I did it. I went out by myself.”
“You know, that store does have a restroom,” Adam said. “You didn’t have to—“
“The lock was broken, I couldn’t use it,” Alex said.
"You still did really good today. Now you know you don’t always need me to take you places.”
“But, I like to go places with you,” Alex said.
“I do, too!” Adam said, hugging Alex. “But, it’s okay to do things apart sometimes, too. When you got away from your old home, you wanted to find independence, didn’t you?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, part of being independent is spending time on your own and learning how you like to handle things,” Adam explained. “We’re always going to do new things together, but we both need things of our own too, you know?”
“Yeah, I get it,” Alex said. “Can we spend the rest of today together though?”
“Of course we can,” Adam said. “I’m so proud of how you handled today, we should do something to celebrate.” |
Alex was so tired. He looked to the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was approaching 3 AM. He wished he could just fall asleep, but trying to sleep through the discomfort of a really, really full bladder had proved impossible.
Alex crossed his legs back and forth beneath the sheets, trying not to accidentally kick Adam asleep beside him. Alex had resigned himself to a sleepless night and just hoped he could hold it until morning without soaking the sheets. He was starting to doubt it though. His pajama pants were normally very loose, but now the waistband was cutting like a knife. His bladder was swollen. Visibly swollen. He could see a bump protruding in his abdomen. He was that full of piss.
The bathroom was just down the hall. Relief was just down the hall. But, Alex couldn’t reach it. He couldn’t make himself stand up and leave the safety of the bed and of Adam.
A torrential thunderstorm was taking place outside. The hiss of rain pounding on the roof was doing nothing to help Alex’s bladder, and the claps of thunder and shocks of lightning were the precise reason he couldn’t work up the nerve to hobble down the hallway for a pee. Alex was terrified of thunder. He had a good reason to be, he thought, at his old home thunderstorms were tools for punishments. As God punished the sinners by flooding the Earth, if someone committed a sin at Alex’s old home and a storm was taking place, they would be locked outside to endure it, usually in the middle of the night.
The house Alex grew up in was surrounded by deep woods that were fun to explore during the day in the sun, but absolutely horrifying in the pitch black of the night with wind and rain transforming all the shadows into vicious beasts, and thunder roaring ferociously. He would quickly grow soaked, cold and very scared. Sometimes he’d wet himself out there, either from the fear or from just not being able to hold it until he was let back inside. The warm urine gliding down his legs mixed with the cold rain water and made him feel absolutely worthless. When he was let back in in the morning, Papa would snarl at him that he looked indecent, his shirt clinging to his chest and making the parts he could barely even reconcile as being his all the more visible.
Alex hated thunderstorms.
He didn’t want Adam to know that they scared him, though. Adam was just so cool and relaxed and sure of himself all the time… Alex already felt lame next to him, certain that one day Adam would realize that Alex wasn’t cool enough for him and move onto someone better. Being scared of thunder was childish, un-manly and not cool at all. So, when the storm had begun to pick up outside, Alex had worked very hard not to let his fear show. ‘Adam is not going to lock you out in the storm,’ he reminded himself. ‘You don’t need to be scared. You can stay inside.’
But, as the loud booming claps grew stronger throughout the night, so too did Alex’s fright. When getting ready for bed, he stayed closer to Adam than he usually did, hoping the other didn’t pick up on the fact he was terrified. Adam didn’t thankfully. “Wow,” he had said. “Aren’t you affectionate tonight,” and then he’d given Alex a quick kiss that had made him feel a lot better, but then after Adam had pulled back away, Alex was back to feeling trembly and scared.
When they’d gotten into bed, Adam was still under the impression that Alex’s sudden clinginess was just from a desire to cuddle. In a way, it was, because when Adam held him softly once the lights were turned out, Alex had felt safer. Adam’s arms were around him. Adam was breathing so gently. Alex was safe and warm under the covers, with a roof over his head, and the person he loved wrapped around him. He had no reason to be worried.
But when another crash of thunder exploded outside, Alex’s heart pounded like a scared rabbit’s. And, half an hour later, when he heard Adam start to snore and knew he was asleep, Alex realized he hadn’t peed before bed. He hadn’t peed since before dinner, during which he’d drank three glasses of water. Eventually, he’d squirmed away from Adam, not wanting to wake him up with all the fidgeting he was unable to stop, and now he was staring longingly at the clock, trying to convince himself he could wait until morning.
Or, perhaps the storm would end before then. Alex hoped so. If the thunder stopped, he’d feel brave enough to leave the bed and relieve his poor bladder. But, rain was thrumming against the roof in a constant, splattery hiss— so much like the constant, splattery hiss Alex wanted to let flow into the toilet down the hall— and he knew it wasn’t going to stop any time soon.
Alex tried to will himself out of bed. He sat up slowly, feeling the stretch inside his body cramping, and gently set one foot down on the floor.
THOOOM!
An enormous clap of thunder, loud enough to shake the building and followed immediately by a bright bolt of lightning, caused a slow trickle of urine to leak into Alex’s pants, and Alex to dive back into bed, wondering how Adam hadn’t even woken up. He just laid there, thighs straining as he tried to will his drippy bladder to close itself shut again, body shuddering with icy fear.
He couldn’t do it.
He couldn’t be brave enough to walk down the hall and pee like an adult.
He was glad Adam hadn’t been woken by the sounds of the storm. If Adam had seen that, if he knew, Alex would probably be dumped right on the spot.
***
Adam was sitting on a rickety raft in the middle of a roaring ocean. The raft rocked violently up and down, back and forth, as the waves around him built in intensity. Rainclouds were dumping gallons of trickling liquid into the ocean, water noisily splashing against water.
All of it was Hell on Adam’s bladder, and as he sat there on his torn up, unstable raft, his legs were shaking with the effort of holding back his flood. If the raft would stop bobbing around so much, if it stopped behaving like an out of control roller coaster and went still, he’d be able to unzip and pee over the side of it. If the ocean would settle down and he no longer had to worry about being swept away with nothing to float on, he could just get in the water and let go. But, the sea was too violent for any of that. He couldn’t even use his hands to help hold it, because he needed them to cling onto the raft that felt, with each twirling wave, like it was trying to throw him into the ocean to drown. It was less like a raft, and more like one of those mechanical bull rides at the state fair.
Adam couldn’t actually remember how he’d ended up here, apparently lost at sea with an absolutely painful and all consuming need to urinate. All he knew was that he WAS here, and he didn’t want to make the miserable experience of being stuck in the middle of an ocean during a thunderstorm even worse by having to sit in his own piss too.
It didn’t look like he was going to have much of a choice in that matter for much longer, however. He was soaked through from head to toe because of all the rain and crashing waves that had drenched onto him, but every so often he’d feel a spurt of liquid that was warm rather than icy cold, and he knew that meant he was losing control of his bladder.
He considered just giving it up and letting it all go, so that he could focus on clinging to the raft instead. But peeing his pants proved difficult as well. When he finally decided that enough was enough and he was just going to allow his accident to happen, his bladder no longer seemed as eager to get spraying. He pushed down on himself, trying to force it out, but it still wouldn’t come. He grew frustrated, first he was struggling not to piss his pants, and now he had to struggle TO do it as well? That didn’t even make sense!
A huge roar of thunder sounded in the distance and Adam was annoyed for two reasons; First, the noise was startling and obnoxious. Second, it was not startling and obnoxious enough to scare the piss out of him. He continued to strain against his stubborn bladder, continued trying to coax it into releasing, but for some reason it just wouldn’t let go.
Slowly, he started to feel himself growing warmer, which he thought must have been because he’d finally started pissing, but his bladder still felt as hard and swollen as ever. And he felt the warmth everywhere, not just around his crotch.
His eyes slowly blinked open and he realized he was not lost at sea, he was in bed. That had been a dream. But, when he noticed how much the bed was shaking, he realized all the rocking and bouncing he’d endured during his nightmare hadn’t just been figments of his imagination. A second later, the fact that a certain other aspect of his dream had followed him into the waking world slammed into his abdomen. ‘Oh, wow, I gotta GO!’ he realized, noticing that at some point in his sleep his hands had tucked between his coiled together legs.
He didn’t understand why the bed was being jostled around so much until he sat upright. As the waistband of his pajama pants cruelly squeezed into his full bladder in his new position, Adam realized his boyfriend was squirming and tossing back and forth, his legs scissoring with obvious urgency. Assuming poor Alex was probably enduring the same sort of dream he’d just woken himself up from, Adam debated if he should wake him. The only reason he was second guessing it was because he didn’t want Alex to ask to go first. It was mean, but Adam needed to pee so bad that it felt like he hadn’t visited a toilet in over a month, and he didn’t think he could wait for Alex to pee first.
He’d get Alex up after he’d finished, Adam decided. Sucking in a breath around his teeth, Adam carefully stood from bed. Now, suddenly fighting against gravity, Adam folded almost totally in half as his bladder shrieked in a wild frenzy. ‘Oh my God…’ he thought, stepping in place and fighting to get this under a little bit of control. ‘Can I even MAKE IT down the hall?!’ “Oooh!” he whimpered, totally involuntarily. His heart was beating very fast now and he noted with dismay that it was probably going to take him a while to get back to sleep. ‘Nothing like a desperate need to take a leak to really wake a person up…’ he thought bitterly.
Alex sat up, “Adam?” he asked. “What’s—“
“Ohh, Jesu—“ Adam cut off the word mid-syllable. “Jeez,” he corrected himself. Alex always got upset when he took The Lord’s name in vain, which was a difficult thing for Adam to remember. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Just… Had the most intense pee-dream of my life, I think. Sorry.” He started to hobble towards the door, when he heard Alex whimper.
That sound made him stop. “Hm?”
“Take me with you…” Alex murmured softly.
So, Adam was right. Alex did need to pee too. Despite his earlier wish to go first, he made himself ask; “You want to go first? I can wai—“
Alex was shaking his head. “I— I want to go with you,” he said. “I’ve been— I haven’t slept all night, because I’ve been holding it and—“
Adam went as still as he could go while containing such an aching bladder. Which honestly wasn’t that still at all. He was doing a very peculiar march in the spot where he stood and his hips twisted back and forth. “Why have you been holding it all night?”
“I can’t tell you,” Alex said. “Just forget it. If you don’t want me to go with you, I’ll just keep—“
Adam really wished Alex could pick a time that wasn’t ‘the middle of the night when we’re both desperate to pee’ to suddenly be so cryptic. “Sweet thing,” he said, teeth chattering as his arms wrapped themselves around his upper body. Everything above his waist was in knots, while everything below was in endless, frantic motion. “You can tell me anything.”
“… I’m too scared of the thunder to go,” Alex mumbled. “I’m sorry, please don’t think I’m lame now. Please don’t leave me. Just, Papa used to make me stand outside at night in the storms if I disobeyed, and—“
“Slow down,” Adam said. “You think I’d break up with you because of this?”
Alex nodded.
“I would never,” Adam said. “I—“ he cut himself off as he felt a dismal trickle start to slide lazily down his leg. “We can talk more about this later if you need to. Just, for now, know that I love you, but I really, really need to pee and I can’t do ANYTHING else until after I’ve done THAT.”
Alex made himself get up, and Adam noticed the hunched way he walked, knees rubbing together and toes pointed in towards each other. “Take me with you?” he asked again.
“Of course, but you gotta hurry,” Adam said, not that he thought Alex really needed encouragement for that. Poor thing was clearly in a very similar state of need. Adam was concerned if either one of them could wait on the other to finish at this point…
When they got to the door of the restroom, which was only a few short paces down the hallway, they were both dribbling. To Adam’s surprise, the next words out of Alex’s mouth were “Y—You can go first…”
Adam fought not to jump on the opportunity as his bladder shrieked at him to take it. “Alex, that’s sweet of you,” Adam replied. “But, you’ve been waiting all night.”
“I’m bugging you,” Alex retorted. “You go first.”
“You aren’t bothering me,” Adam said. “You can go.”
“You can go,” Alex said. “I can wait while—“
“Alex, you’re going!” Adam said, noticing the dark patch forming over the crotch of Alex’s pants.
Alex stared at the evidence of his loss of control in horror. He forced his thighs together and managed to stop it, noticing the state of Adam’s clothes as he did. “S—So are you!” Alex exclaimed, nodding down at Adam’s pants.
Adam stared down and saw that, yes, the damp spot on his pants was growing. Clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white and jumping from foot to foot, he plugged his leak back up but his bladder was still so eager to spray out the rest and he couldn’t wait, he couldn’t wait, he couldn’t wait. “L—Let’s go together!” he said.
“Wh—What?”
“You are wearing your—“
“Yeah,” Alex said. He knew it was best to take his STP off before bed to give his skin time to breathe, but it felt so much like it was actually a part of his body that sometimes he just forgot to do that.
“Then we can just stand next to each other and go at the same time,” Adam said. “Hurry before we both lose it.”
Alex danced nervously, but soon the urging of his bladder was enough that he dashed into the restroom and up to the toilet. Adam followed closely behind him and lifted the lid and seat, before pulling his pajama pants down with one harsh tug and aiming his prosthetic. He made himself keep holding it however, and that was the hardest thing he’d endured that night. Having to stand there at the toilet, with his dick out and pointed at his target, while still restraining his bloated bladder… But, he didn’t want to let go before Alex was ready to pee as well.
Alex hooked his fingers over the waistband of his pants and stopped. “Th—This is… Okay to do?”
Adam was confused why Alex would think it wasn’t. He knew Alex was pretty strict with himself in regards to following rules, but it wasn’t like ‘Only one person can pee in a toilet at a time’ was a rule that was set in stone, especially not in their own home, at their own toilet. “Who’s going to get mad at you for it?” Adam said, and against his will a spurt of his piss hissed into the toilet before he was ready. He cringed as he bore down on his muscles and brought his flow to a halt. “Alex, please, I’m at the end of my rope here.”
Alex was beet-red as he pulled down his pants and aimed. He didn’t know how to explain how strange this felt to him. He knew there was no actual rule against this anywhere, but it felt like he was breaking some kind of code and doing something forbidden. Perhaps that was why his bladder didn’t start to release as soon as he’d gotten situated.
“Ready?” Adam asked eagerly.
Alex wordlessly nodded.
“Oh, thank Go— goodness,” Adam managed to correct himself as he dropped the control he had been fighting to keep for what seemed like ages. The sound of a stream splashing into the water rang out. “Ahhhh…” Adam moaned out loud as he felt the liquid he had been holding back leave him. The feeling of relief swept over him, but was soured when he realized that his stream was the only one blasting out.
‘Maybe he’s a little nervous,’ Adam thought. He took one hand off of his dick and gently rubbed Alex’s back. “Shhh, you’re okay, just relax. This is fine.”
And that was all it took. The sound of hissing liquid intensified as a second stream of long held piss began to pound into the bowl. Alex immediately shivered with pleasure the second it had begun pouring out of him. “Phew…” he exhaled quietly.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” Adam said softly.
“Mmm, yes…” Alex agreed with his eyes partway shut.
As they both continued gushing away, Adam remembered something his younger brother had talked about doing with a friend once. It was before Adam had gotten his STP, and hearing about it had made Adam feel a strange, hollow sensation. He’d felt silly for feeling left out and like he was missing out on something, but at the time it had been a piercing reminder to him that he wasn’t like other guys… Now though, he had an STP, and he had an opportunity to know how this felt.
He hoped Alex wouldn’t be offended by it, or think he was weird, or anything.
He adjusted his aim and allowed his stream to cross overtop of Alex’s.
“Oh!” Alex said, thinking that had been an accident. “Watch out, don’t make a—“
“It’s like a game,” Adam said. “When you pee with another guy, sometimes you cross the streams. My brother did it with his friend once, I just… I wanted to know how it fel—“
Alex gave a small laugh, and directed his stream against Adam’s. “L—Like this?”
“Yeah, like that” Adam chuckled.
Alex’s face grew even warmer. “Heh, this is kinda fun!” he said.
Adam gave another, different sigh of relief. Alex wasn’t bothered by this after all! They kept it up for a while, both of them had been so ridiculously full that it took some time for them to get empty. Adam’s stream tapered off first, and Alex’s did as well several seconds later. When Alex finished another massive shiver tore through him.
“All done?” Adam asked.
“Yeah,” Alex said. “Thank you. I don’t think I could have made it until morning.”
Adam’s heart clenched as he remembered everything that had happened before they’d peed… “What’s this about thunder? Your Dad made you stand outside in it?”
“Yeah, me and my brothers and sisters. If we did something wrong and there was a storm that night, that’s what we’d have to do.”
“That’s just…” Adam shook his head. “Well, it’s perfectly reasonable for you to be scared of storms, then… I can’t believe you thought I’d break up with you for being traumatized. I’d never do that.”
“But, it’s… Only little kids should be scared of thunder,” Alex said.
Adam shook his head, “It’s okay you’re scared, Alex. Don’t ever think I’d be upset with you over something like that.” He pulled Alex in for a hug. “You were hurt a lot, you didn’t deserve that.”
Alex snuggled closer to him, “Th—Thank you…”
Thunder crashed outside once more and Alex jumped, trembling in Adam’s arms. “Let’s go back to bed,” Adam said. “You can sleep right up next to me if you want. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.” |
This was supposed to have just been a quick trip to the grocery store. Adam and Alex had gotten all of their stuff easily, check-out had been moving fast, and there was no issue leaving the parking lot. After that, it should have taken them about ten minutes to get back home.
It should have.
But that wasn’t what happened.
Instead, what happened was a massive traffic jam caused by a wreck, and they were trapped on an overpass. And, of course, neither of them had been aware enough of their bladders back at the grocery store to think it may have been a good idea to relieve themselves THERE before heading home.
Adam drummed his fingers against the steering wheel anxiously, muttering to himself. Alex, whom had spent the last several minutes bouncing his knees and trying not to feel too frightened by the debris from the wreck he could see, asked Adam if he was alright.
“I’m fine,” Adam said. “Just gotta pee.”
Alex nodded, “Me too,” he admitted. “I kind of had to at the store, but I thought we’d be going straight home…” He allowed his legs to cross at the ankles. “I should have gone before we left…”
Adam had had a feeling Alex was getting as antsy as he was. It was kind of weird, but it seemed like their bladders both operated on the same ‘schedule’ and they tended to need to go at the same time as one another pretty often. And, sometimes, that meant they couldn’t really wait on each other to finish up. It wasn’t uncommon for them to return home from somewhere, both dying of desperation and deciding to just go together so neither had to suffer an extra couple minutes. Sometimes, they even woke up in the middle of the night at about the exact same time to go. Adam was admittedly a little fascinated by how in sync their bodies seemed to be in this regard. It was funny that they managed to simultaneously reach the bursting point so often.
He couldn’t spend too much time thinking about that now, though. It would probably be for the best that he didn’t think about peeing at all if he could help it. Now that he’d confessed his need to Alex, Adam squirmed freely, his hips twisting back and forth and one foot tapping frantically. A few times, he’d been desperate enough for a piss while driving that he’d had to pull over, jump from the car, and release his flood on the side of the road.
But, every time he’d resorted to that, he’d been on a barren road, with no witnesses, and plenty of foliage to hide behind. This time he was on a very crowded overpass, no way he could relieve himself here without everyone around him seeing what he was doing.
And, it wasn’t like he had to go THAT bad, anyway. He could still hold it. He was just a little uncomfortable was all. And the boredom of being stuck in a car with wall to wall traffic was making it hard to think about anything other than how good peeing was going to feel when he got home.
The cars ahead of them moved at a snail’s pace. After a while, Adam looked to his side and saw that Alex was beginning to really struggle. He was changing his position over and over again and seemed to be wrestling with his seatbelt, trying to find a way to keep it from pressing into his bladder. His face was tinged pink and his breathing was much heavier than it usually was.
Alex noticed Adam watching him squirm and tried to stop as heat swarmed through his veins. “S—Sorry,” he said.
“Why are you apologizing?” Adam asked, his ankles starting to rub up against each other. “I’m doing a pee-dance too.” He tried to laugh to lighten the mood, but cut himself off to hiss through his teeth when his bladder began to feel like it was squeezing in on itself.
Alex stopped trying to restrain his motions. Not that he really could, anyway. He was mentally kicking himself for not peeing at the store. He wished so much that he had. Just the knowledge that he could have gone a little while ago and had passed up the opportunity was making his need worse. He scissored his legs quickly, fingernails digging into the edge of his seat as he puffed out short, choppy breaths.
Adam was growing very concerned by how much discomfort his partner was obviously feeling. His need to protect Alex almost outweighed even his need to release a long, hard stream of piss. He noticed Alex take his belt apart and unbutton his shorts. He heard him sigh as the release of that pressure brought him a little bit of relief, but within a moment he was back to his heavy, panicked breathing.
Adam’s hand worked on its own volition to open the glove compartment. There HAD to be some kind of container in there, surely. He’d have to help Alex get himself into a good position to make use of one, but he knew from past experience that it was possible to use an STP to fill a bottle while stuck in traffic. Adam’s own bladder throbbed with pounding anticipation as the glove compartment popped open, his own need slamming back into him full-force. Maybe there would be TWO bottles in here, that way HE could go too!
That was an empty hope, though. There weren’t two bottles. There wasn’t even one bottle. There was absolutely nothing of use, nothing that could hold any liquid.
Alex hadn’t needed to be told what Adam was looking for, and his heart sank when he saw there were no potential emergency urinals in the car. Because, if there was one thing Alex was having by that point, it was a total emergency. His sphincters felt like an old, worn out wall that was beginning to split and fill with cracks. Against his will, a low, whimpering moan tore through his throat and he doubled over on himself. They’d been stuck in the same place for so long and hadn’t moved at all!
Adam’s legs were now twisted up in the most agonizingly tight bow he could manage. He swore he was cutting off all the blood flow to his feet just in an effort to keep the car from transforming into a swimming pool. When he heard Alex make that noise, however, his instincts took over. Alex was obviously panicking, and he needed to be taken care of. “It’s okay, sweet thing,” Adam said, fighting to keep his voice soft and soothing as the pain in his midsection kept forcing it to crack and squeak.
“Adam, I have to use the restroom really bad…” Alex said softly, miserably.
“I know…” Adam twitchily placed a hand onto Alex’s thigh and began to rub. He hoped the pattern was soothing for Alex, but his hand was so clammy and shaky that he knew it probably wasn’t helping much. “I know… It’s alright.”
Alex suddenly got very still, before bouncing rapidly in his seat for several seconds. “Oooh—!”
Adam assumed he must have just leaked a bit, so continued trying to calm him. “It’s alright,” he repeated. “We’ll be home before you know it. We’ll park, go right up the stairs to our apartment, and then we’ll go together, alright? We’ll both make it just fine,” Adam assured, hoping his mouth wasn’t writing checks that his bladder wouldn’t be able to catch. He was trying so hard to look relaxed and in control in front of Alex to keep him from panicking too much, but he was having a harder and harder time projecting an air of calm confidence when he could feel his bladder stretching further than a bladder should ever be expected to stretch.
Truth be told, Adam had zero clue how he was going to keep containing himself if traffic remained at a complete lockdown like this much longer. He had zero clue how he was going to drive when he couldn’t uncross his legs long enough to work the pedals. He had zero clue how he was going to climb the stairs to their apartment without turning them into a waterslide. He had zero clue how he was going to make it to their bathroom and unzip before the pressure overwhelmed him and he transformed into an incredibly powerful sprinkler.
But, Alex didn’t need to hear Adam whimper and moan that he couldn’t possibly hold it. Alex needed to hear that he could make it, that they could both make it. “It will be oka—“
“Adam, what if I go in the car?!” Alex interrupted, and Adam saw his face beginning to turn almost deathly pale as his eyes widened tremendously. The pink tint of his embarrassment was gone from his cheeks. All the color was.
Adam was worried now that Alex was making himself sick trying to hold so much in. “You’re not going t—“
“But, what if I do?”
“Don’t worr—“
“Adam, please? I have to know!”
“If you have an accident,” Adam said, a hand reaching up to grip and tug on his bangs as waves of desperation surged through him at the thought. “We will clean it up. That’s all. I won’t be mad at you, you won’t break anything, you’ll be okay.”
“O—Okay,” Alex tried to nod, but his body was spasming and vibrating so much that it was hard to tell. He felt like his bladder was being strangled, like someone was trying to twist it like a soaked towel and wring out every last bit of liquid contained within it. Fantasies began to fill his mind’s eye as he started to lose the ability to think of anything other than urinating. He wanted to pee, just for a second. Just one second where he could let it flow and didn’t have to keep straining his muscles. Just one. But, he knew that if he allowed himself to leak a few drops, rather than taking the edge off of his need, it would just make it all the harder to hold.
Beside him, Adam’s hands firmly planted themselves between his still squirming legs. He’d leaked already, and was trying to plug up the opening of his prosthetic to keep it from seeping all the way into his clothes. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying not to conjure up images of toilets or urinals in his mind, trying not to picture how his powerful, clear stream would look when it blasted out of him. He leaked again and let go of himself, urine trickling warmly against the material of his boxers. He pressed himself against the back of his seat, staring up at the ceiling of the car’s interior, knees bouncing and legs twisting as he chewed hard on his lip. He tasted blood on his tongue, but the cut he’d given himself was nowhere near as painful as the horrific pressure in his bladder.
“I can hold it…” Alex softly whimpered to himself. “I can hold it, I can hold it, I can hold it…” He was hoping that if he repeated the phrase enough times, he’d start to actually believe it. It wasn’t working though. It felt like his skin ought to have been splitting apart, it really did feel like something inside him was being torn open, seams loosening and breaking. “I can hold, I can hold it, I can hold it…”
Adam was muttering too, but he was speaking to the horrendous block of traffic separating him and his boyfriend from badly longed-for relief. “Come on…” he begged the wall to wall cars in front of him. “Come on, come on… Please move, please…” He was still dreading how he was going to have to retain control of his contorting legs long enough to work the pedals and get them both home. Sweat was pouring off of him in waves, and he hoped that meant there wouldn’t be any more liquid added to his bladder. Just one more drop and he’d explode, he was certain of it.
Adam tried not to pay attention to Alex’s whispered pleading with his body, his feeble attempts to convince it to keep waiting. It made Adam feel so awful for him. It was horrible to watch Alex suffering so much agony, watch him need something so badly, and have no way to help him out. No way to make him feel better. Again, Adam shakily set a hand on Alex’s thigh and stroked circles around it. “You’re okay,” he said.
Adam wasn’t sure how much longer he could lie to Alex like that. He knew Alex wasn’t okay. HE wasn’t okay himself. “It’s alright,” Adam said, knowing that wasn’t true either. The situation was so horrid, both of them so desperate for the toilet they could barely breathe and with no idea of when they’d be able to use one. “O—Once it clears, I think there’s a gas station between here and the apartment. We can stop there, it will be faster.”
Alex seemed to show a faint glimmer of hope then. “Is it close?”
“Yes, I think it’s just a block away,” Adam said. “We’ll go there.”
“Wh—What if it’s closed?”
Adam didn’t think it would be, but he replied “We’ll go behind the dumpsters then.”
“I—Is that allowed?”
‘Well, no. Not really,” Adam thought. But, what he said was; “Yes, it’s okay to pee behind a dumpster when it’s an emergency. And there’s no reason the gas station would be closed anyway, so don’t worry about that.”
Adam kept rubbing Alex’s leg and, slowly, the hope Alex had been feeling when Adam suggested stopping at the gas station dwindled away. Traffic still wasn’t moving. The gas station couldn’t help them if they couldn’t ever manage to get to it. “I can hold it…” Alex said to himself again, the phrase sounding less and less truthful the more times he repeated it. “I can hold it, I can hold it, I can hold it…”
Inside his head, Adam was trying to convince himself of the same thing, trying to convince himself that BOTH of them could hold it however long this took, but his pelvic muscles were so worn out, exhausted. His sphincters felt like a worn out rubber band that had lost all of its elasticity. He could barely believe he was even still holding on. It hurt so much that he knew he was probably causing some sort of damage to himself by continuing to keep all this fluid at bay. If nothing else, he was sure he’d feel horribly sore in that area come tomorrow.
Adam suddenly felt slick warmth beneath the hand he’d been pressing against Alex’s thigh. Even though his only thoughts for the last hour and a half had been about pee, he was still confused by the sensation for a second. Then it clicked. Alex was going. His legs were beginning to get drenched as urine pulsed angrily from his burst, overtaxed bladder.
It took Alex a second to realize what had happened as well. He was still chanting his mantra to himself “I can hold it, I can hold it, I can hold it,” not noticing that his body had already disagreed with the statement. What he noticed first was the absence of the tight, painful pressure right at his opening. It was suddenly gone, even though his bladder still felt uncomfortably full. Then, he noticed the pressure had been replaced by swishing heat and the sensation of something deflating and shrinking in his center. Then, it all registered to him; He was peeing. He was peeing uncontrollably into his clothes in his cool boyfriend’s car!
Tears welled up in his eyes then and quickly spilled down his cheeks as he began to cry. He could no more stop his sobbing than he could stop his accident.
“Alex,” Adam said. “Hey, no, don’t cry!” he pleaded, so overcome by the need to tend to Alex, to comfort him, that he didn’t notice the sudden drop in pressure taking place in his own body. “It’s okay, it’s okay!”
“It’s not,” Alex insisted throatily, still shamefully peeing away. He could hear it hissing so loudly, he could feel it pooling hot underneath his body and soaking the seat. “I— I—“
“It’s okay,” Adam said once more, scooting closer, and only then did he register the warm liquid gushing between his own legs. He glanced down and saw how wet his shorts were, judging by the amount, he knew he must have been peeing for quite some time already… “L—Look, I couldn’t wait anymore either.” He gestured to his rapidly soaking clothes. It felt very weird to be directing someone’s attention to his crotch while he was releasing his bladder. It felt especially weird to be doing that while he was releasing his bladder into his shorts and not a toilet, urinal or anything else that could reasonably be considered a proper place to relieve oneself.
Alex saw how drenched Adam was getting and his crying began to die down, “A—Are you okay?” he sniffled.
“I’ll live,” Adam said, noticing how Alex was still trembling, a few more tears sliding down is face. Adam took Alex’s hand and squeezed it. This was certainly a first. He’d never held hands with someone while taking a leak before, especially not an accident… “It’s okay.”
Alex squeezed back, his bladder still dumping out what must have been gallons of pee… He was stunned by the amount. No wonder it had hurt so bad… And what a relief it was to— “Ohhh,” Alex moaned. “Why does this have to feel good?!”
Adam snorted out a laugh and realized that Alex was right. This DID feel good. It felt really, REALLY good! Adam had needed to let this flow so much, the pain had been so intense… Giving in and letting his body do what it had to do felt absolutely wonderful. “We… Really needed to do this,” he said. “Of course it feels good.” He almost didn’t want it to end… The relief of urinating after so long, the feeling of Alex’s hand in his own… It was nice.
And he knew that after it was over, it was certainly going to feel a lot less nice.
Alex let his eyes drift shut. He tried to forget that he was in the car, he tried to forget that he was making an awful mess and had lost control over his body. He tried to just focus on how he was peeing, and on how incredible the release felt. All that fullness and all that fluid, the horrible, aching stretch numbing away to be replaced by delightful tingling… He started to shiver and knew that meant he was nearly done. Wow, that had been a lot…
Adam’s stream began to taper off as well and reality crept back in. He was going to have to sit in this now. He was going to have to sit in smelly, wet clothes in a smelly, wet seat for however long it took to get home. Already, his urine was cooling down and making the material in his boxers and shorts cling uncomfortably to his skin.
Alex shifted around, at long last empty. “I’m… I’m so sorry,” he said. “The car…”
“I already told you I wouldn’t be mad,” Adam said. “I know you didn’t want to do that. You didn’t have a choice, you were hurting yourself.”
“I’m sorry…” Alex repeated.
“Don’t be,” Adam said. “I did it too. We couldn’t help it. You know, the only reason your body makes you have an accident is to protect itself from damage. You hold too much for too long and you could get sick, when you have an accident that’s just your body trying to stay safe. It’s okay.”
“But—“
“I care a LOT more about your health than I do about the car,” Adam said. “I don’t even really like this car that much, I’ve been wanting to replace it with an electric one.”
“You’re gonna replace it just because I— Because we—“
“No,” Adam laughed. “I’m not going to be able to replace it any time soon, I’m just saying it’s not THAT important. Better we have to clean off the car a bit than we get sick, right?”
“I—I guess,” Alex said. He squirmed again. “I want to shower…”
“I do too,” Adam agreed. “Want to do that together?”
Alex felt himself growing warm all over again. “Uh—Um… Y—Yes, please…”
“Awww, there’s a smile!” |
(This one gets a bit more explicit at the end.)
Alex was nervous. Adam had said it was time to get flu shots. Alex had never gotten a shot before— He’d never even been to a doctor before! The sort of… ‘community’ he grew up in didn’t believe in going to the doctor. Alex wasn’t so sure what to expect from this.
He did kind of have an idea how ‘shots’ worked; Adam gave himself a shot every week as part of his transition. Alex had always thought it looked super painful to get poked with a sharp thing like that. But, Alex hoped to begin physically transitioning someday soon as well, so figured he needed to get used to the idea of needles and injections. So, maybe a flu shot would be good practice for that?
He just… He wasn’t sure what all happened when a person got the shot. Adam had said they were getting them at the pharmacy where he picked up his testosterone prescriptions, and where Alex would get his as well when that day finally came for him. Alex had gone to the pharmacy with Adam lots of times, but had never seen anyone getting a shot there. Adam promised him the doctors there knew what they were doing, and that he had nothing to worry about.
So, Alex assumed that this was going to be like a doctor-visit. But, having never had one of those before, he still wasn’t quite sure what that would entail. “What all do they do while we’re there?” Alex asked.
“Oh, it’s not that much,” Adam assured. “They do some preparatory stuff, give you the shot, and then it’s all over.”
Alex had nodded, but realized later that the phrase ‘preparatory stuff’ was a little too vague. He didn’t want to come unprepared and cause Adam problems. So, he found some episodes from TV shows where a character visited a doctor. From there, he learned that he would have his height and weight measured, have some blood taken out with a different needle— An idea which was very scary for him— And he’d need to pee into a cup.
When he found out about that last one, he was glad he actually had something he could aim with now. But, even if he was confident he didn’t have to worry about making a mess of himself when trying to fill the cup, he was still anxious about it.
What if Alex didn’t have to go when it came time to use the cup? What if he could only get out a little dribble, and that wasn’t enough? And then, Adam had to wait around for Alex’s bladder to fill adequately? What if the doctors got annoyed with his poor performance? What if Alex messed everything up, and they ended up not being able to get their shots?
He made a decision then. He would make extra sure his bladder had enough liquid inside of it to fill a cup. Tomorrow when they went to get their shots, Alex would skip his morning pee. Then, he would drink as much as he could. By the time they got to the pharmacy, he’d surely be so full of pee that he’d need more than just one cup to fit it all.
That night, he and Adam got ready for bed. Adam brushed his teeth while Alex had what would be his final pee until some time tomorrow afternoon. Adam blushed as Alex stood and relieved himself right in front of him. There had been a lot of people in the house Alex had grown up in, privacy just wasn’t really a thing. Alex had even said once that if he or anyone else was in the restroom for too long, his Dad would just yank the door open and barge in to demand what they were doing.
Adam had thought it was very strange that, considering their doctrine valued ‘modesty’ so much, Alex’s Dad would so flagrantly violate people’s right to basic privacy all the time.
So, Alex was just used to peeing with others around him, it wasn’t a big deal. And, Adam assumed, now that he could go standing and didn’t have to take his pants all the way down, it felt even less like a big deal to let it flow with an audience.
Alex peeing like that beside him as he brushed his teeth was having a bit of an effect on Adam’s bladder now. He normally kept the sink running while he brushed, but he flicked it off now… Not that it did much to remove the taunting sound of running water from the room and he began to shimmy a little in place.
Alex had been made to hold it a lot in his past; He’d been locked up in rooms that lacked toilet facilities for long stretches of time, and the result was that he could hold an awful lot in. Adam brushed his teeth for two minutes, and it took Alex about that long to finish peeing.
“Ahhh,” Alex exhaled as he put himself back away. “I needed that!” He tried not to think about just how bad he was gonna be needing it again tomorrow.
Once Adam had relieved his own bladder, the two adjourned to their bedroom. Alex quickly reached beneath his shirt to unzip his binder, then immediately ducked under the covers. Adam remembered all the times he’d done the same thing; It was unhealthy to leave a binder on overnight, but having to look at what it was meant to conceal was hard. Someday, Alex would get to have surgery just like Adam had had, and he wouldn’t need to worry about it ever again.
Adam slid into bed beside Alex and hugged him close. Alex had nightmares a lot, and Adam wanted to make sure that if it happened again tonight, he’d wake up within a comforting pair of arms.
Morning dawned, and Alex woke to a brimming bladder. Most people usually woke up needing a pee, but for Alex he woke up most mornings just about dying for one. Other people, he knew, did not feel quite this desperate first thing in the morning. Back when he’d lived in that tiny house with tons of people and one restroom, he’d come dangerously close to accidents early in the morning multiple times. Some days, he actually did end up wetting himself as he bobbed up and down in line and begged his body to hold on just a little longer.
Then, when his pee began to gush down his legs, he would have the sinking feeling that told him punishment was coming.
But, today, Alex remembered he wasn’t going to have a morning pee. He had to save it for when they saw the doctor. And on top of that, he had to drink more water just to be extra safe. So, when Alex entered the restroom to get ready for the day, he forced himself to go right past the toilet he already really, really needed to use, and straight for the shower.
Ever since he left the place from before, he’d been able to take warm showers. In the old place, the water was always ice cold by the time Alex got a chance to get in the tub. Warm water was much more relaxing… Except, it wasn’t very relaxing when you were trying to hold in a lot of pee!
Both the sound of the gushing shower head and the sensation of warm liquid dripping down his body made Alex’s bladder begin to lurch and tremble. He had to cross his legs extra tight as he soaped his hair to keep everything inside where it belonged. He felt silly doing a pee dance in the shower— Everyone peed in the shower sometimes, didn’t they? But, he wasn’t trying to hold it to avoid an accident, he was trying to hold it so his appointment would go well!
Once he was dried off and dressed, he opened the door to his squirmy boyfriend. He wondered if Adam was doing the same thing, trying to hold it so he would be sure and have enough pee in him to fill up a cup. But, when Adam re-emerged from the restroom several minutes later, all his fidgeting had ceased, his bladder clearly freshly emptied.
Alex hoped Adam filled up again fast…
Alex jiggled in his chair as he and Adam ate breakfast. His body protested loudly when he downed a couple glasses of water. It insisted that he was already too full, he shouldn’t put even more in! He knew that he had to, though. He would inconvenience everyone at the pharmacy otherwise.
Alex was relieved their appointment was early in the day; Right after breakfast, it was time to go. Adam drove; Alex still didn’t have his license, and the idea of controlling a car frightened him to no end anyway. Even if Alex was legally able to drive, he wouldn’t have been physically capable of it today. His legs would have been too tightly crossed to be able to work the pedals. Every bump in the road sent an electrically charged knife through his bladder. He felt himself leak a couple times when Adam had needed to come to a sudden stop.
Adam noticed Alex twisting around, as well as the panicked, pained look on his face. “Hey,” he said. “It’s no big deal. I know, needles look scary, but I promise it’s just a little pinch. It only lasts a couple seconds, and then it’s all over.”
Adam frowned as Alex continued to tremble. “You’ll see, after it’s over you won’t even know why you were so scared. And, think of it this way; Once you know you can handle a shot, you’ll know you’ll be ready to take T.”
Alex nodded. Adam had gotten him an appointment set up for hormone therapy soon; In a month, he’d be able to get the ball rolling on that. He’d have the deep voice, the muscle growth, the facial hair… Everything he’d wanted!
Would he have to pee in a cup for that appointment, too? He hoped not, because this was really hard! Alex was already leaking so bad, no matter how tightly he clenched his thighs, the dribbles kept on coming.
Adam parked the car and got out. Alex was shocked at how relaxed his partner looked, as surely he was holding back a huge ocean for the sake of the appointment too, wasn’t he? But, it didn’t look like he had to go at all!
Alex gingerly stepped out and took hunched, cross-legged step after hunched, cross-legged step into the pharmacy. Adam directed him to an area in the back where chairs had been set up and told him they just had to wait there. A few minutes later, a lady came out and had them fill out some forms, then took those forms back into a different room. “See?” Adam asked. “They’re nice here.”
Alex knocked his knees together and jiggled them; “A~And how long until I get to pee in the cup?”
Adam stared at him for a few seconds. He blinked once. Twice. Three times. “Um… What?”
“Because, on TV, when someone goes to the doctor, they have to pee in a cup?” Alex said, crossing and uncrossing his legs as his bladder screamed at him to just let it empty. “And, I hope that happens soon?”
Adam shook his head, “Um… That usually happens at a physical, or if they’re checking to see if you’ve got certain diseases. You don’t pee in a cup when you get a flu shot.”
“…Oh,” Alex said. “But—But you said they have to do preparatory stuff!”
“I meant, like, filling out those forms, and swabbing your arm with alcohol, you don’t have to pee in anything!” Adam started to snort a laugh, but Alex interrupted him, rattling off how he’d deliberately skipped his morning pee and then drank a ton of water because he’d been worried he wouldn’t be able to fill the cup otherwise. Except, now there wasn’t gonna be a cup, and Alex’s poor, aching bladder just couldn’t handle that!
Adam was stunned when he heard all that, realizing that maybe Alex’s nervous shimmying hadn’t been due to a phobia of needles at all. “Okay,” he said. “The restrooms are right over there,” he gestured over his shoulder. “They’re single stall here, so you don’t have to worry about anybody being a jackass to you while you’re in there.”
Alex began to scramble to his feet… But then, the door in the back opened, and the lady from before returned with a few syringes and cotton balls. He sat right back down and whimpered as his waistband dug into his bladder, prompting a few more leaky spurts.
“Hey,” the lady said. “Ready?”
“Almost, my friend just REALLY needs to go to the restroom first,” Adam explained.
“This will be over in just a few minutes,” the lady said.
Alex kept squirming up a storm in his chair. His legs actually managed to end up double-crossed. One knee went over the other, and his ankles twisted against one another.
“He’s also super nervous,” Adam said. “He’s never gotten a shot before.”
“Oh,” the lady said. “Well, it’s not a big deal. I won’t lie and say it isn’t gonna hurt, but it’s not bad. Which hand do you write with?”
“R-Right," Alex managed to squeak out. “C—Could I go to the bathroom first?”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “We have a tight schedule, but I promise it will only be a second. I’ll be fast, you aren’t the first person to get an upset stomach from the nerves.”
Alex wanted to say that it was his bladder that was demanding release, not his intestines; But, then he’d have to explain the whole cup mix-up and he definitely didn’t want to do that. The woman rolled up the sleeve on Alex’s left arm and began patting it down in one place with the cotton ball.
Alex kept bouncing in his seat. Would it really upset their schedule that much if he ran off and relieved himself for a couple minutes? “I really, really gotta—“
“Just a second,” she interrupted. “I’m very sorry. I’m not meaning to torture you.” She reached for the needle. “Now, you’re gonna feel a small pinch.”
When the needle punctured his skin, Alex did feel a pinch. He felt two pinches, actually. One in his arm, and one a lot lower. His sphincters were failing him, and pee was beginning to hiss into his clothes. Whimpering, he shoved a hand against himself, pleading for the flow to stop.
“All set,” the woman said after a moment. She stepped over to Adam. “Your turn.”
Alex barely managed to force himself onto his feet, he could feel liquid beginning to run down between his thighs. He forced himself forward one step at a time, forced himself toward the restroom door and barreled through it. He didn’t have time to lock it, nor did he have time to fight with the button and zip of his shorts. Thankfully, they were so loose he could just tug them down. With barely enough time to ensure the cup of his prosthetic was properly positioned, a stream of liquid began to gush into the toilet bowl in front of him.
He couldn’t control his flow at all, and felt the prosthetic getting dangerously full beneath him, and a few rivulets snaking down his legs as a result. He told himself that was okay, his clothes were bunched up around his ankles, so he wasn’t wetting them. Once he was able to restrain himself that extra little bit, allow his bladder to drain but not to drain so ferociously that it overflowed his prosthetic, he relaxed more. “Ahhhhhhhhhh…”
He felt silly, peeing half-naked after getting so catastrophically desperate, all because of a ridiculous misunderstanding. But, he felt about twenty times more relief than he felt silliness. He didn’t have to fight his desperation any longer, he could just give in and let his body drain away for as long as it wanted.
And, it seemed it was gonna want to do that for a very, very, very long time. He actually sort of started to feel the swelling in his midsection go down after about a minute, and it wasn’t until another full minute passed that he began to merely dribble rather than gush. A few more seconds of that, and he was done. He sighed loudly, the sound more or less echoing off the walls. That was better!
He pulled his pants back up, washed his hands, and left to find Adam. “I’m sorry,” Adam said once they were reunited.
Alex looked confused, “What for?”
“I should have made sure you knew EXACTLY what to expect,” Adam said. “If I’d known you thought it was gonna be necessary to hold it like that, I would have said something.”
“It’s okay, I should have asked you more questions when I got confused,” Alex said. “I just… I don’t like seeming like an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot,” Adam promised. “Just… Where you grew up; It didn’t prepare you at all for the world, and that’s not your fault.”
“I know, but… I feel dumb all the time,” Alex said.
“You shouldn’t…” Adam hugged him. “Made it okay?”
“Yeah,” Alex said. “I overflowed my… my thing a little. I tried to go slow like you said to, but I just…”
“Yeah, it’s not so easy to do that when you’re bursting,” Adam said. “But, that’s alright, your clothes still look dry.”
Adam could tell Alex was still beating himself up over what had happened earlier, and thought he had something that may put him in better spirits. That night, he surprised Alex with two new prosthetics. These were different from the STPs they wore each day, and were meant for use in bed.
Both of them loved spending the night together, but sexual activity had been difficult. They could kiss one another all over, and slip their hands down each other’s pants, but when they tried to go further, it started to feel wrong and disjointed and like they were coming away from their own bodies, instead of melding both of their bodies together.
These prosthetics were called Pack and Plays, and were meant to help with that. A vibrator could be inserted inside the sheath, and a soft, textured piece of silicone could be added to the tip of the vibrator for added stimulation. Adam had tried his out already and could attest to how amazing the head attachment felt, especially with the vibrator turned on. And, the prosthetic looked so real that even with the lights on, he felt like he was just like any other guy stroking himself. And it even had a reservoir he could fill up with lube or water, so when he orgasmed he could squeeze down on it and actually feel like he was spurting cum.
Adam had only gotten himself off with the prosthetic once, just to make sure it actually felt as good as the website he’d bought it from claimed. He wanted the next time to be with Alex. “But, if you aren’t ready,” Adam said. “I can wait, I won’t make you do something you’re not comfortable with.”
Alex nodded. He thought he WAS ready. He wanted to know what it felt like to have Adam, and for Adam to have him, with none of the dissociation and discomfort that their birth anatomy caused them. Hearing Adam describe how he’d climaxed made Alex’s heart pound and caused heat to flood down, down through his body. He’d felt that build up of tingling warmth between his legs a few times during other nights he and Adam had touched each other, and sometimes when watching Adam shower, but it had never really… Gone anywhere. It would build and build and grow more intense, like an itch he was just dying to scratch, but then when it came time to lean into those feelings, they would fizzle out. Like an intense fire having an enormous bucket of cold water dumped on it.
Maybe, this was what Alex needed to not lose that feeling, and to finally learn what lay on the other side of it. “I am ready,” he said.
So, they tried it. It was uncomfortable for both of them to need to take off their STPs and switch to the pack and play, some of the mood was killed by the necessity to pause and do this, not to mention the dissociation it took to acknowledge that their genitalia was, in fact, detachable.
“You’re sure you’re ready?” Adam asked.
Alex nodded, heart thrumming in his ears. Adam looked… Wow. There was no other way to describe it. He had shed all of his clothing, and Alex was taking him all in. The hair on his chest and trailing down his stomach. The small scars beneath his nipples that made Alex think of him as a brave warrior that had triumphed so greatly. How firm his legs were… And now, between his legs, he sported a stiff cock that Alex now had the urge to put his lips around— And had he really just thought that?! He’d never had such… lewd thoughts before… But, there they were.
The sight of Adam and the direction of his thoughts had made the heat between Alex’s legs intensify. His body was crying for attention and touches. He shimmied his hips, rocking forward and back on them and— Ohhhh, the head attachment on the vibrator that was poking into his body felt so, so good, even with the vibrator itself still off. Alex’s back arched as he felt the ribbed edges of the attachment stroking gently against his most sensitive parts. “Mmmm—!”
Adam laughed, his own body starting to catch flame. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already moaning?”
“Touch me!” Alex begged. He wanted Adam to take control of him, to rub this magical, wonderful thing against him until… Until… Until whatever happened finally happened.
“I will, I will,” Adam climbed into bed beside Alex. Alex had left his shirt on, understandably, his binder still zipped as well. Adam reminded himself not to touch too high up on Alex’s body, no matter how into this he found himself getting. Alex wouldn’t want Adam’s hand to brush against the wrong thing and bring him out of the moment. He noticed Alex was rocking forward and back and knew he must have been experiencing the pleasure of the ribbed attachment. “Want to feel even better?”
Alex already didn’t think he’d ever felt anything as good as this. And now it could get even better? He nodded, and Adam reached to squeeze lightly on Alex’s prosthetic, turning the vibrator on as it emitted a quiet buzz.
“Ohhhhhhh….” Alex moaned. He didn’t need to rock anymore for the prosthetic to stimulate him, but after a moment he couldn’t help it and did it anyway, wanting more and more.
Adam stroked his hand up and down Alex’s shaft, “Let me know if I do anything wrong,” he said.
“Mmmm, more, Adam…” Alex murmured. Adam’s motions were adding to the stimulation Alex already felt, making it more intense than ever. The thought that Adam was really rubbing his cock right now, that Alex HAD a cock that COULD be rubbed, only made it that much better. “Oooohhh…”
‘Wow, he’s loud,” Adam thought. But, he didn’t mind. He liked loud. He liked knowing that this made Alex feel good. Adam got his own vibrator started and began to pump his own cock with his other hand, the sight and sound of Alex’s pleasure making Adam’s arousal almost painfully intense.
Alex moaned continuously, he’d had no idea it was even possible for something to feel this good, to feel this right. His body was in ecstasy, and his mind was at such complete ease… He didn’t think he’d ever felt this comfortable inside his own skin. He and Adam were doing it, they were touching each other, making one another feel good, and not one part of it felt wrong or off or out of place. It was all right. All completely, totally right. The desperate, needy bucking of his hips never stopped, his moans turned into grunts and low squeals of pleasure.
He was very, very close to something. He could feel it. A peak? Would it somehow get even better? Alex had no idea. He just knew that he liked this, and the feeling wasn’t fizzling out this time, it was doing the exact opposite. How far could it go? He wanted to know, he had to know. “Mnnnn, Adam…” He murmured, panting and gasping.
And then his thoughts suddenly became clouded and disjointed, his hips bucked so hard the bed began to squeak. The burning fire rose up, and—
“Ooooh…. Oh, God! Adam! God!” The cry Alex let out trailed off into the air. A flurry of fluids drenched the sheets beneath him. For a moment, he grinded so roughly he thought he might turn to dust. But, almost as suddenly as it had began, the feeling started to fade.
Adam was momentarily so stunned that Alex had actually just taken The Lord’s name in vain that he didn’t realize that he’d just managed to give his boyfriend what was almost certainly his first orgasm. When that finally did register, he increased the speed at which he was pumping his own cock, until breathlessly, Alex brushed Adam’s hand away and began to stroke him himself. “I… I want… You have to feel that…” he panted out, still trying to catch his breath. “Made me… Feel so good… You need to feel it…” He babbled on and on, barely making sense, but even so his words were having a profound effect on Adam.
The litany of gasping, choked praise mixed with the physical sensation of Alex stimulating him, quickly brought Adam over the edge. He wasn’t as loud as Alex when he climaxed, but he was wracked with intense shakes and shivers that made him feel like he was falling deep into the bed.
Then they both just laid there, breathing heavily.
Finally, Alex got ahold of himself enough to speak. “So… So… That’s… What all the fuss is about?”
Adam, managed a laugh through his gasps. “Yeah, that’s it.”
“I… I liked that,” Alex said. “A lot. I… don’t think I would have with someone else. Is that normal?”
“It’s good,” Adam said. “I wouldn’t have liked that as much with someone else either. That means that we both just did this with a person that we really love. And that’s the most important part.” |
Adam was glad his Dad worked in the medical field. It meant that Adam knew that, no matter how he may have felt, he could not actually explode from needing to pee really badly. Then again, he would have learned that by now even if his Dad wasn’t a doctor; Because, if it was possible for someone to need to pee so bad that they exploded, Adam would have already done that an hour ago.
He was astounded he was still holding on. Doubtless, he should have flooded his pants ages ago. And they’d deserve it, too. It was their fault that he had to go so badly to begin with!
He’d gotten these awesome new Tripp pants with chains, rings and extra zippers all over them. He’d tried a pair on a few weeks ago at the mall just to see what they were like, and he’d never forget the way Alex stared, his mouth partially open as his cheeks reddened. Obviously, Alex liked the way they looked a lot…
So, Adam had ordered a pair online, and had put them on today while Alex was off with his Mom and younger siblings. Adam had been excited to see Alex’s reaction when he came home and saw him wearing them…
But, now Alex was going to come home and find Adam wearing them while drenched in pee. Because, the most important zipper on them just refused to budge.
Even though he was home alone, Adam felt embarrassed by how much dancing he was doing. Every time he shifted his weight, crossed his legs or jumped in place, the chains on the pants would rattle noisily. It was like they were mocking him. It was bad enough that they’d prevented him from having a piss, now they were gonna make fun of him about it too.
“Oh my God…” Adam groaned, doubling over on himself. “I need to peeeeeee!” The phrase felt like an understatement to him. ‘I need to pee’ did not even do the surging, agonizing frenzy in his bladder justice. He didn’t think there existed a phrase in the English language that could adequately describe the sheer scope of his need.
He’d tried a few things to get the zipper down. He’d tried to force it apart with nail clippers. That didn’t work. He’d tried to rub vaseline on it as a lubricant. That didn’t work. He’d tried to yank it down using all his strength and brute force. That didn’t work.
Finally, he’d tried the thing that Alex always did when he was stuck and needed help out of a jam. He prayed and begged God to send to him a miracle.
Apparently, God only listened to Alex.
So, that was why Adam was going to piss his new pants the very first time he’d ever worn them. His surprise for Alex was going to be ruined. And, despite all medical consensus on the matter, he probably really was actually going to explode.
He wasn’t even sure why he was still bothering to hold it. It was a foregone conclusion that he was going to have an accident. All he was doing was prolonging the inevitable and putting himself through unnecessary agony trying to force his pee to stay inside his body. He’d never had to go this bad in his entire life, and he’d been desperate lots of times before. It felt like he had to piss even more than he had a few weeks ago when he’d had an accident in the car!
The worst part was that the door to the restroom was visible. The room he’d emptied his bladder in tons and tons of times was right there, and it just couldn’t understand why he hadn’t brought it there yet. The view of the door was toying with his bladder, making it lurch and scream out of control. His legs were crossed so tightly together he felt his feet going numb from the lack of blood flow. He doubled over like he was suffering the most intense food poisoning of his life. “I can’t hold it…” he winced out. “I can’t hold it… I can’t hold it…”
But, still, he did hold it. Even when he knew that wetting himself was inevitable, consciously telling himself to just get it over with wasn’t easy. As much as his bladder wanted release, it still understood that he wasn’t supposed to do it in his clothes. He’d had countless leaks over the last hour, but the full-blown gush he needed to let out still wouldn’t come.
He heard the front door opening and cringed. He really wished he’d managed to soak himself before Alex had gotten home… He didn’t want to do it in front of him.
He heard the door shutting and Alex walking into the room. He got to see Alex’s reaction alright… But, it wasn’t the blushing, drooling “Oh, gosh, you got those pants… You look so good…” reaction that Adam had wanted.
Instead, Alex had only noticed the pain and suffering on his face and the way he was curled over on himself in clear anguish. He rushed over in concern. “Oh my goodness, Adam! Are you okay?”
“I need to pee!” Adam cried out, which again was a shocking understatement.
Alex stared at him in confusion. “Then pee?”
“The zipper is stuck!” Adam said urgently. “I can’t get it down, and I have to go so bad, and I’m gonna piss my pants if I don’t—“
“Oh,” Alex said. Ordinarily, he would have scolded Adam for the use of the word ‘piss’, but not today. Not right now. Not when his boyfriend was so miserable. “Let me try.”
Adam turned to Alex, removing his hands from between his thighs— He hadn’t even noticed himself putting them there! “Please…” He begged.
“It’s okay,” Alex said. “I’ll help. And… If you… If you can’t wait, that’s okay too.”
Adam whimpered. He really hoped he could wait… He didn’t want to pee himself in front of Alex. He didn’t want to pee himself while Alex’s hands were over his crotch and bound to get wet.
Alex knelt down, then looked over the zipper, frowning. “Hmmm… I don’t… Oh!” He stood abruptly and ran off.
Adam’s hands went back between his legs as he jumped up and down. “I thought you were gonna help!”
“I am, I just gotta get something,” Alex said. He returned quickly, holding a pencil.
Adam was confused, then Alex began rubbing the pencil lead over the zipper. After a few seconds of that…
Adam had a passion for music. He loved rock bands, he loved power ballads, he loved every kind of music.
But, the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard was that of the zipper finally, finally coming down.
The worst sound that he’d ever heard was the hissing that immediately followed it.
The minute he’d registered that his zipper was down, his bladder had decided that enough was enough and proceeded to dump out all of its contents right then and there. Adam jumped in place, grinding his thighs together and mentally screaming at himself to run to the restroom, to at least get SOME of it into the toilet, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t do anything other than just continue to pee.
He’d never felt anything like this before. He was completely out of control. No matter how hard he tried to tighten his muscles back up, his stream just kept gushing with uncontainable fervor. It cascaded down his legs in wide rivulets, soaking the pants completely and making the material cling to his skin.
Finally, he realized how good it felt. It shouldn’t have felt good; He was having a total accident in front of his boyfriend and ruining his brand new pants. But, he’d been in so much pain for so long, having it all flow away little by little, having his straining, bloated bladder gradually ease back down to its proper size… It felt really, really good. It felt good enough that he groaned, even as a furious blush spread across his face. “Ohhh…”
Alex had stepped back as soon as Adam had lost control over his bladder. He didn’t want to leave the room, certain Adam was going to need to be comforted after this, but he didn’t know where to look. He felt it awful rude to stand there and stare as his partner peed his pants, but he couldn’t look away. As the hissing continued and the puddle at Adam’s feet spread further and further, Alex’s chest started to hurt. Poor Adam must have been in agony holding so much.
It took almost two minutes for Adam’s flow to stop, and then he just hunched over and tried to catch his breath. “Oh my God…” he whimpered as buckets of shame fell onto his shoulders, weighing him down.
Alex came to his side. Normally, he would tell Adam not to take the Lord’s name in vain, but this time it was more than understandable. “Adam, it’s okay…” he said, remembering things he’d told his younger siblings after they’d wet themselves. “You just had to go. Accidents happen.”
“I wanted to surprise you with the pants,” Adam said.
‘You kinda did,’ Alex thought, but knew that wasn’t the right thing to say. “I do like them,” he said. “They can be washed, they’re black so they won’t stain very easily. Everything’s okay, we just have to clean up.”
Adam finally looked up, “I’m sorry,” he said.
“It’s okay,” Alex repeated. “This isn’t your fault. You didn’t have any way to go, it had to come out.” He hugged Adam, not caring that he was still wet. “Don’t feel bad…”
“Thank you,” Adam said. |
Adam was surprised that Alex actually knew how to swim. He tried not to let it show, but apparently it was obvious. “There was that lake by my old house,” Alex said. “Sometimes, we’d go there and swim. Papa taught me, and then I had to teach the little ones.”
“So, would you like to go to a waterpark?” Adam asked. “It’s like a theme park, but with swimming pools and waterslides and stuff.”
“That sounds fun,” Alex said. “But, how do I…” He looked down. He knew he couldn’t wear a regular guy’s swimsuit, his chest still needed to be fixed for that. He definitely didn’t want to wear a women’s swimsuit, something that would emphasize the parts of his body he wanted to leave more concealed. At his old home, when he’d swam in the lake, he’d just worn his regular clothes, but he was pretty sure that that wouldn’t fly at a waterpark, and he didn’t think his chest binder would work so well if it was wet anyway. And, he was worried he’d get hurt leaving it on while doing something so active; especially something that caused him to hold his breath.
“There are binders made for swimming,” Adam said. “Put it on under a shirt and wear some trunks.”
“Is it okay to wear a shirt?” Alex asked. “Won’t it look weird?”
“No,” Adam said. “Lots of cis guys swim with shirts on; If anybody asks, you can say that you have a really freaky looking scar that you want to hide, but I doubt anyone will care.”
The mention of scars made Alex ask; “Are you gonna wear a shirt?” Adam had had top surgery, and the scars remained visible; Distinct lines beneath his nipples.
“Would that make you feel less alone?”
“No, I mean, what if somebody asks about your scars?”
“Wanna know how I got these scars?” Adam asked, putting on a weird voice.
“Huh? I… I already know where they’re from,” Alex said.
“Oh, no,” Adam said, once again being reminded of just how little popular culture Alex had ever been exposed to. Apart from being permitted to read the Narnia series, Alex had missed out on most of the franchises Adam had grown up with. “I meant… It’s… It’s from a movie. Never mind.”
“Oh,” Alex said. “But, what if somebody DOES ask about them, won’t that be bad?”
“I can just say that it’s from a surgery,” Adam said. “I don’t HAVE to tell anyone what kind of surgery it was if I don’t want to.”
The next week, Adam drove Alex down to the local waterpark. “It’s going to be crowded here,” he said. “So stick close to me, and if it’s too much you just need to tell me, alright?”
Alex nodded, but he didn’t think it would be too much. He was starting to feel less scared in big crowds, he was getting used to seeing strangers and hearing unfamiliar voices. He was pretty sure he’d have fun here, he’d enjoyed the rides at the state fair a lot, after all.
Once they were in the park, Alex had to admit he was a little on edge. This was one of the most crowded places he’d ever been in, and he took Adam’s hand apprehensively, trying to ground himself.
Adam squeezed his hand back, “You’re okay,” he said. “I’m here.”
Alex tried to take deep breaths. He reminded himself that the things he’d been taught at his old place, that those who didn’t belong to his family’s group were outsiders, and that outsiders were corrupt, evil and looking to hurt him, had all been lies. He felt better when Adam started to caress his hand. Adam had never belonged to Alex’s family’s group, and he wasn’t the least bit evil.
Adam decided to take Alex on his favorite water slide first. There was a line, but it wasn’t super long. It felt long to Alex, though. It was so hot today, the swim binder was thick and the added layer of his shirt on top of it made it worse. He could feel sweat rolling down his back and front, getting caught in between the binder and his skin. It made him itchy. It made him so itchy he wished he had claws like a cat’s so he could give his skin a good, hard scratching. It was very hard to scratch himself through the binder, and as he kept trying, he grew worried that his actions would look strange to anyone watching.
Adam was so lucky he’d had his chest fixed already. He didn’t have to wear a thing that made him sweaty and itchy and made it so, so hard to scratch. His chest and back could be bare, he could be nice and cool and comfortable. Alex normally didn’t mind having to wear a binder, often he forgot it was even there, but now as it trapped buckets of sweat against his irritated skin, he minded it a lot.
Adam noticed Alex fidgeting and wavering his hands about around his chest. He was about to ask what was bothering him, when he remembered his least favorite part of the Summer months before his top surgery. “Once we’re on the ride, you’ll be good and cooled off,” Adam said. “It will feel a lot better then.”
“I want to get ‘it’ fixed soon,” Alex said, still trying to dig his nails against his back enough to scratch the unbearable tingling underneath his skin.
“You will,” Adam said, he lowered his voice to a whisper, mindful of the other people in the line. “You’re taking hormones now, you’re seeing the doctors you need to be seeing, that’s the first step. You’ll get surgery soon now, I promise.”
For the next half hour, Alex stood in line with Adam, and endured the oppressive heat beating down on him making him sweat even more buckets, endured the awful prickly tickle flaring just below the surface of his skin, hoped that Adam was right and that the nice, cool water on the ride would make it feel better.
To his immense relief, the water was like magic. It chilled his overheating body, and soaked him through enough that his skin no longer felt so irritated. Even after the ride had ended and he wasn’t in the water anymore, Alex had gotten damp enough that he still felt significantly cooler.
“Better?” Adam asked.
“Yeah,” Alex said. “What can we go on next?”
Adam smiled, he was glad Alex was excited again now. He must have been feeling worlds better. “First,” he said. “We need to get you something to drink. You’re probably pretty dehydrated now.”
Alex was disappointed that they were taking a break from the fun already, but when his senses jumped at the water in his mouth, the refreshing way it pooled on his tongue and cascaded down his throat, he had to admit Adam was right. He’d been really, really thirsty. He finished one bottle of water and still felt the scratchy, sand-papery feeling in his throat, so he asked for another. After draining the second bottle of every last drop and tossing them both into a recycling bin, Alex again asked what ride they could go on next.
So, Adam took Alex to the line for another slide he’d always enjoyed. This line was less painful for Alex, now that he was damp and hydrated, the Summer heat wasn’t all that intense anymore. They went on several more rides, and between each one Adam would remind Alex to rehydrate. Since Alex was having so much fun, he didn’t even realize the effect all the beverages mixed with the constant sound of running water had taken until it got so intense it was suddenly the only thing he could think about.
It hit him while they were on a lazy river styled ride. Alex had been resting in his tube when suddenly his bladder sent a very harsh, urgent signal. It kind of startled him. He knew he must have been needing to go for a while for the spasms to be so intense, but he honestly hadn’t even noticed. Now though, he couldn’t NOT notice it. He had to get himself to a restroom as soon as possible. All that water had decided that it was time to check out.
But, the ride was slow, and he didn’t know how much further it was to the exit. Adam was beside him though, and he’d been here lots of times, so Alex asked him.
“I think it’s about ten more minutes until we’re at the end,” Adam said. “Why? Is this one boring?”
“No, I just need the restroom,” Alex whispered, unable to hide the desperation in his voice. Come to think of it, he was pretty confused as to why Adam wasn’t getting squirmy yet himself, they’d both had the same amount of drinks…
Adam didn’t reply for a second, then he shrugged. “I’ll find you one as soon as we’re out,” he said. “Don’t worry.”
“Okay,” Alex said, another twinge from between his legs making him tense up his thighs. Now that he was aware that he had to pee, it was quickly building into a serious emergency. He could feel himself growing more desperate with each second that ticked by, the sound of water sloshing all around him wasn’t helping his situation at all, it was only causing the torrent of urine to knock against his dam with even more fury. It wasn’t very easy to squirm while stuck in an inner-tube, and after a few more minutes of rapidly increasing urgency, Alex let out a feeble whine in the back of his throat.
After what seemed like an eternity of sluggish movement, they had reached the exit of the ride. Alex was the first to spring onto dry land, where he immediately began bouncing on his feet and looking around every which way.
Adam calmly joined him, noting his boyfriend’s antsy motions. His hands were balled into fists at his side as he tapped first one foot and then the other, before jumping back and forth between them. Adam was a little perplexed by it, honestly. “If it’s THAT bad, why didn’t you just—“
“Adam, where are the restrooms?” Alex asked. He hoped they were close. He wasn’t sure he even had ten minutes to spare before his bladder gave up and released his flood.
“There’s one close by,” Adam assured. “Come on, I’ll take you.”
Alex followed after Adam and felt immense joy when they passed a sign pointing in the direction of the restrooms. They were close! He’d make it! He picked up his pace. He was going to have to use a stall, his swimming trunks didn’t have a zipper and pulling his prosthetic out over the waistband of them didn’t work; He’d end up having to pull it too far out from underneath him, causing leakage as his urethra was no longer over the funnel. And, no way was he pulling the trunks all the way down to use a urinal.
That wasn’t a big deal, though. Alex was already imagining himself bursting through a stall door, yanking down his trunks and taking aim, allowing his body to finally do what it had to do.
Alex’s joy perished after throwing itself off a thirty story building when he got into the restroom, however. There was only one stall, it was taken, and there were three people in line ahead of him. He scurried to the back of the line, grinding his teeth together, wanting to beg to be allowed to cut to the front of the line when another twinge of his bladder told him he couldn’t handle the wait; No way could he last long enough for FOUR people to finish up in the stall before his sphincter gave up and surrendered to the demands of his bladder.
He could picture it so clearly; Frozen at the back of the line as his body waved the white flag and a stream of pale yellow liquid trickled down his legs and dripped to the floor beneath him against his will. Everyone would see Alex standing there in clothes that were no longer only wet from pool water. Adam would be disgusted, probably. They’d have to leave. He would have ruined the entire day just because he’d been unable to register his body’s needs until it was too late.
‘Oh, please, no!’ Alex mentally begged, knowing he had about two minutes before the ticking time bomb that was his bladder finally exploded. And still the line hadn’t moved! He jumped in place, he shifted his weight, he internally begged for the person in the stall to hurry up, but nothing worked. The line stayed at a stand-still, and Alex’s bladder seemed to only pinch at him with even more fury.
The worst part was that he could hear the urinals being used. He could hear streams hitting porcelain, he could hear the rush of water as they were flushed. He could hear the sinks pouring too. And each of these sounds sent harsher and harsher pangs through his overburdened bladder. It activated some kind of fight or flight response in him, and he began to seriously consider going to the urinal and taking his trunks down all the way, asking Adam to stand directly behind him in order to block the view…
“Alex,” Adam whispered. “I don’t think you can make it through this line, why don’t you just—“
“I have to!” Alex whimpered.
“You can’t. It’s been, like, five minutes, and it hasn’t moved.”
Alex moaned in the back of his throat, using his hands to help push his thighs even tighter together. He didn’t want to admit that Adam was right, because he didn’t want to admit that he was going to have an accident. He didn’t know where the next nearest restroom was, but he was positive he couldn’t make it there in time. And, even if he did, what if there was another line? He couldn’t handle it. He had to go right this second!
“Alex, why don’t you just go in one of the pools?” Adam asked softly. “I don’t get it, if it’s THAT bad, why didn’t you just do it while we were in the lazy river?”
Adam couldn’t be serious. Alex couldn’t do THAT! He knew exactly what would happen if he did! He saw it on TV once; Swimming pools all had a special dye in them that only became visible once the water made contact with urine. If Alex peed in the water, the dye would activate. Everyone would know right away that Alex was peeing. He’d get into loads of trouble. He and Adam may even be banned from the park! He couldn’t do that! Didn’t Adam know about the special dye? Adam was supposed to know everything! Why was he teasing him like this, offering a method for relief that he knew was off-limits?
Alex shook his head back and forth, scrunching his eyes shut as the most intense spasm of his life wormed through his bladder. He had to use every bit of strength he had not to pee right then and there. A few seconds later, and Alex felt a little more in control again, but then the wicked, awful pangs returned.
“Alex, seriously,” Adam said. “Just go in the water.”
“What about the dye?” Alex asked, stepping frantically in place.
“The… Oh!” Adam said in realization. “You’re talking about…That’s a really old urban legend. That doesn’t actually happen anywhere.”
“How can you know?”
“Because, I peed when we were in the lazy river, and nothing bad happened,” Adam said. “You can pee in the water too, it will be fine.”
Alex’s face was still scrunched up. He supposed he had to believe Adam; It was the only thing that could possibly explain why Adam wasn’t also jumping around and out of his mind with desperation after having so much water. He nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
Adam took Alex by the arm, noting the constant tension now present in his muscles, and led him from the restroom. Alex had to ignore the confused throbs from his bladder as he left the room without letting it empty at any point. “Hurry, hurry, hurry…” Alex muttered under his breath as he followed Adam towards the wave pool that now promised him mind-breaking relief.
When the water began lapping at his feet, Alex felt like he was gonna lose it. He had to tighten practically every muscle in his body to make it a few more steps until he was deep enough that the water covered him up to the waist. He looked to his side at Adam, eyes watering and a silent plea on his lips.
Adam nodded, and Alex felt more confident that this was actually an okay thing to do. He at last gave his body permission to ease some of its tension.
What followed was a very weird sensation. He felt his bladder starting to deflate, felt his muscles going slack and relaxed, felt himself peeing very, very forcefully after so much agonizing desperation, but he also felt warmth and heat building up around his body. And, he didn’t hear his urine splashing into a toilet bowl or urinal. It felt strange to be peeing so hard and yet have it be totally silent. It felt strange to be peeing in such a public location, there were loads of other people in the pool, and it made Alex’s heart pound as he realized he was taking an enormous leak in front of all of them.
But, then he realized that since his pee wasn’t making a sound, and when he looked down the water was unchanged, nobody could actually tell that he was going. And, when he felt more secure about that, the relief of his release took over. “Ahhhh…” Alex breathed out as the awful pressure in his middle began to fade away. His eyes drooped shut, his head tipped back, and his mouth dropped open with another blissful sigh.
Adam jumped at Alex’s first exhalation, and began to redden as his boyfriend kept on groaning. ‘Oh, God… Could he be any MORE obvious about it!?’ he thought. Adam looked to his side at Alex and discovered that, yes, he could in fact manage to make the fact he was pissing like a firehose into the pool even more blatant to everyone around them. His face was totally glazed over, the picture of relief. Mixed with the noises pouring from his mouth, it was clear as day that Alex was peeing…
Adam remembered the pee he’d had on the lazy river ride; Yes, he’d had to go pretty bad, and it had felt really good to let it out, but he’d kept his jaw tight to keep from making a sound. He’d concentrated very hard on pretending he was just admiring the flowers that surrounded the ride. He’d done everything he could to NOT look and sound like he was relieving himself.
Alex, however… People were either going to KNOW he was peeing, or think he had a very unusual and specific fetish for wave pools. Adam wasn’t sure which was worse. “Alex, sweet thing,” Adam said with a nervous laugh. “Shhh…”
Alex was too lost in the haze of his relief to realize Adam was talking to him. He was beginning to think his pee would never end. He’d have to live in the wave pool forever, and have Adam bring him food and drinks as he peed out a never ending stream. It did stop eventually, and Alex shivered intensely with yet another deep sigh of relief. “Ahhhh…” His eyes slowly peeled open, and he noticed how red Adam was. He panicked and looked down, certain that Adam had been wrong and there really WAS colored dye in the pool, and now everyone knew Alex had peed, and— “What’s the matter?” he asked. “There’s no dye! Nobody can tell!”
Adam covered his mouth with a hand. He wanted to ask Alex “Do you have ANY idea how loudly you were sighing!?” but didn’t want to make him feel ashamed, not after Adam had been the one to convince him to do that in the first place. If nobody else said anything about Alex’s noises and facial expressions— not to mention his full-blown pee-shiver— then Adam wouldn’t either. “Um… Yeah. Sure. Nobody could tell.” |
Alex had always been abnormally short. Adam was about the same height as Alex, but Alex was nowhere near as bothered by being small as Adam was. For Adam, being short was a major source of anxiety and stress, it made him feel inadequate and lesser than other guys. For Alex, being short was simply just a part of who he was.
Alex had tried to help Adam feel better about his height many, many times before. “You can’t change it,” he’d reminded. “And, there wasn’t anything you did that made you short, it’s just how you are.”
Adam knew that, of course. Being short wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t have controlled it. But, when he got into moods where he couldn’t stop comparing himself to cisgender men, his height was always something that hurt him the most.
“Lots of cis men are short,” Alex would say. “Your Dad is short and it doesn’t make him any less of a man.”
“I know, but—“
“There is a prayer I like,” Alex said. “It goes like this; God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.”
“Isn’t that from Alcoholics Anonymous?” Adam asked. “We don’t dri—“
“Yes, they use it,” Alex said. “But, it doesn’t have to only be about addiction, it can be about other things. You can’t change your height, you can just work to change how it makes you feel. But, there are lots of things you can change, lots of things you have changed, and that’s taken so much strength. You should be proud.”
“Thanks,” Adam said, pulling Alex in for a kiss. “You’ve been really brave, too.”
Alex shrugged. He didn’t think he was as brave as Adam. He still hadn’t gotten surgery like Adam had, or gotten hormones. He’d never been to a doctor for anything before, and it scared him. He’d been told his whole life that doctors were dangerous and not to be trusted. He’d been in a hospital once now when something had happened with his Mom, and the doctors there had all been nice, but still… “I’m not that brave,” he said.
“Of course you are,” Adam said. “You left behind everything you knew so you could live as yourself. That’s the bravest thing I’ve ever seen anyone do.”
A few days later, Adam announced that he’d found a solution to his height problem. He’d bought a pair of shoes with very high raised platforms. When he had them on, he looked three inches taller. He’d bought a pair for Alex as well, but Alex quickly discovered that walking on those things wasn’t as easy as Adam made it look. Alex would lose his balance easily, and he found the shoes pretty uncomfortable as well, they felt weirdly heavy. Since he didn’t care about his height the same way Adam did, he didn’t really bother with the clumsy, stilt-shoes.
One evening that month, Adam was invited by his Dad to a fancy dinner where he was going to deliver a speech. Adam’s Dad was a doctor— The first doctor not to make Alex feel scared— and had been asked to speak on a topic to several of his colleagues. The dinner was going to be held at a very upscale restaurant that was located in the top floor of a ritzy hotel. Adam thought this would be a good night to show off his new shoes and the extra height they granted him. He asked if Alex wanted to wear his, but Alex shook his head.
“I still can’t figure out how to walk in those things!” Alex said. “I don’t mind if I look shorter than you tonight.” Instead, Alex chose to wear the dress shoes he wore to church. These were nice and flat, they didn’t pinch his toes or weigh him down.
Alex had no idea that the hotel was very far away from his and Adam’s home. If he’d known, he wouldn’t have had so much water before they’d left. Because, after the drive all the way across the city, getting stuck in traffic a couple times, waiting as Adam found a vacant space in the parking garage that wasn’t reserved, shuffling through the hotel’s lobby and riding the elevator all the way to the top floor… Alex’s bladder needed some very serious emptying.
As the elevator doors pinged open and Alex took in the scene before him, he realized that blurting out “Adam, I have to use the restroom now!” would be entirely inappropriate. Everyone was dressed in black suits or dresses, speaking very softly to one another and plucking hors d’oeuvres from gilded trays that were being carried around by servants. Sparkling beverages were being poured from expensive looking bottles into very expensive looking glasses.
Alex tried very, very hard not to look at that last thing, rubbing his thighs together. He felt a little under-dressed now. He’d worn his fanciest clothes, the suit he’d picked out for church on Easter Sunday, but it looked totally inadequate alongside what everyone else was wearing. A twinge from his bladder informed him that he may end up looking a lot more inadequate by the night’s end. A wet spot on his nowhere-near-fancy-enough suit pants would be inexcusable.
He craned his neck around, seeking out the toilets, but he had a feeling a place like this would keep the all important restrooms tucked somewhere out of the way where they wouldn’t be easily noticed. As he and Adam were led to their places, Alex kept looking, but still failed to find any sign that directed him to where he needed to go. As soon as he’d sat down, someone started to pour sparkling water into the glass in front of him.
Alex stared as the water drizzled and flowed into the glass, shimmering in the muted light of the restaurant. He tried not to bounce in his seat as his ears registered the gentle tinkling sound the liquid made. He didn’t want to be rude to the employee who’d just filled the glass, so he raised it to his lips and took a hesitant sip.
He’d never had anything carbonated before. It felt funny on his lips and tongue, but not in a bad way. It didn’t taste like normal water, either. It had a really faint hint of a lemony flavor. Like lemonade, but a lot less sugary. He liked it. But, when he swallowed, he felt his middle swell as if it had gone straight from his throat to his bladder in no time at all.
Alex made himself hold on until someone had come to take their dinner orders. Adam ordered for him. Alex had no idea what half the items on the menu even were, and couldn’t even really concentrate enough to read the descriptions when all he could focus on was his poor bladder. He just hoped that ‘Focaccia bread’ ‘Pasta Con Pomodoro E Basilico’ and ‘Calamari’ were things he’d end up liking. He at least knew what ‘pasta’ and ‘bread’ were, of course, but he had no idea what the rest of those words meant.
Noticing Alex’s confused look, Adam said; “That’s just Italian. It means pasta with tomato and basil sauce. You’ll like that. Focaccia bread’s kinda like a pizza crust, and the calamari is fried squid.”
“Squid?” Alex repeated. “People eat squid?”
Adam looked at Alex for a moment. He knew that when Alex lived in his old home, he’d eaten squirrel once. Squid really shouldn’t have seemed so unusual to him… “Yeah, it’s really good, you’ll like it,” Adam said. “I promise. It’s really good if you squeeze a little lemon juice on it and dip it in marinara sauce.”
Alex had liked the lemon flavoring in the sparkly water… And he was just starting to realize he’d finished off his entire glass of it, too. What a stupid thing to do! How could he have willingly put another glass of water into his body when he still hadn’t peed? He crossed his legs and let his toes tap against the floor. He looked around for a few seconds, still not seeing where the restroom was. Then, he turned to Adam; “Um… Adam?”
“Yeah?”
“I…” Alex lowered his voice even more, trying to decide what the most polite, fancy, sophisticated way to say this would be. “Um…” He wriggled in his chair. “I need to relieve my bladder very urgently.”
Yes, Alex decided. That sounded very sophisticated.
But Adam shut his eyes and snorted a laugh through his nose. “WHY would you say it like— Never mind, I’m sorry,” he shook his head. “I guess that was a long drive… Come on,” he said. He stood and Alex followed. Adam being taller than him did feel at least a little strange to Alex, but that was just because he wasn’t used to it. It felt weird.
Alex hoped Adam knew exactly where the toilets were here, because standing up and moving around was making the liquid inside him roll and slosh with ever increasing neediness. But, as Adam looked back and forth and stood in one place uncertainly, Alex knew Adam didn’t have a clue where the restroom was, either.
Alex crossed his legs and swayed his fists near his sides. He was grateful he hadn’t worn big, heavy shoes like Adam had. It would be really hard to pull off a very helpful pee dance if he could barely maintain his balance just trying to walk in a straight line. Not that the pee dance Alex was doing was helping him all that much. He needed to really writhe, and to hold himself, to bounce up and down… But he didn’t dare do such a thing in his current surroundings.
Adam took Alex’s wrist and began to lead him off. “Found it,” he said. “Man, they really want to keep these things hidden!” The restrooms were in the very back of the large dining room, their signs concealed behind tall potted plants. “Would it really wreck the atmosphere so much to have visible toilet signs?” he asked. “I think it would be way worse if people kept wetting their pants because they couldn’t find the—“
“Adam!” Alex whined out, now tugging at his shirt collar with both hands to keep them from going between his legs instead.
“Okay,” Adam said. “I know, I’ll come with you and keep you safe…”
They entered the restroom, and Alex fought not to tease Adam when he saw how quickly he got himself in front of a urinal. Evidently, his partner had been waiting for this through most of the drive as well.
Alex eagerly headed for the urinal next to Adam’s, and…
It was too high up.
Alex’s STP may have been a wonderful thing, but defying gravity was not one of the things it was capable of. Urine could only flow down through it, not up. If he tried to aim his stream upwards so that it would actually go into that urinal, it just wouldn’t work. He’d make a mess of himself and the floor.
Alex released his zipper before he’d even pulled it down. This… Happened sometimes. Sometimes the urinal was just too high up on the wall, and he’d have to pee in a stall instead. It was never a big problem unless there was a line for the stall. But, that wasn’t an issue here. He simply stepped away from the urinal as he heard Adam zipping up. “What’s the matter?” Adam asked.
“Can’t reach,” Alex said, feeling a little embarrassed as he made his way to a stall and pushed the door open.
It took Alex’s desperate, waterlogged brain a few seconds to process what he was actually looking at. At the other end of the stall was what appeared to be a square, black trash can, the kind that people kept in their kitchens and had lids that opened by pressing down on a foot pedal. But, there wasn’t a foot pedal. It was raised up from the floor slightly and the space below it glowed slightly. It was a weird shape and color for a toilet, and Alex had certainly never seen one that lit up, but it still must have been a toilet, and Alex was dying to use it. He rushed towards it and gripped the edge of the lid, trying to pull it up as he would with any other toilet.
But, it didn’t budge.
Alex uncrossed his legs, only to hook them back around each other the other way. Even if his brain was having a difficult time processing that this weird, lighted cube thing was a toilet, his bladder had no qualms with accepting that it was. It did not, however, accept that Alex couldn’t get the lid to come up.
He tried again to raise it, his thighs straining together. He couldn’t understand what the problem was. The thing was just sealed shut! It felt like he was attempting to pry open a locked briefcase. For a second he thought maybe that was the issue, he had to put some kind of passcode into the toilet to get it to open up for him. He didn’t see any combination lock attached to it, though. He frowned, and settled upon a more likely explanation; A prankster had superglued the lid down.
Perhaps the other stall wouldn’t be like that. He exited the first one and, ignoring Adam’s confused look, hurried into the second stall. He was met with the same weird cube toilet, and he groaned when he saw that its lid was down too. Shakily, he tried to lift it up, but this one wouldn’t budge either.
Time for a different plan.
Whenever Alex didn’t understand something, Adam would usually have the answer. Alex didn’t understand why the toilet wouldn’t open, so Adam would explain to him what he had to do. It was probably something really simple and obvious that he’d missed. Like, this was a special, fancy, sci-fi rich person’s toilet. So, maybe he was supposed to just pee right onto the lid and the special, fancy, sci-fi rich person technology would make it evaporate right away. Or. Something.
Alex was pretty sure THAT wasn’t the answer, but he really, really didn’t think too well when he had to pee so badly. He left the stall, now even more hunched over than before. His bladder pinched against him, it squeezed its way down and tried to force its way through his clenched sphincters.
Adam was confused. He didn’t understand why Alex had ducked out of the first stall like that, as he doubted a place like this would let the restrooms become too filthy. Adam hadn’t heard Alex’s stream hitting the toilet water at any point, and clearly he still had to go… Before Alex said anything, he groped for an explanation. This didn’t happen to Alex often, but… “Did you have a little stage fright?” Adam guessed. “I know, fancy places make me a little nervous too, I can turn the sink on for y—“
“I can’t get the toilet open!” Alex blurted, shaking and pressing his thighs together. He couldn’t stop staring at the urinals behind Adam. They were such an immense tease on his bladder. The knowledge that he’d be able to let go right this second if he was just a couple inches taller was like a punch to the gut, directly into his swollen bladder.
Adam stared for a moment, uncomprehending. “Uh… What?”
“I can’t get it open,” Alex repeated. “Please show me how?”
“Um, okay…” Adam said. He followed Alex into a stall. Like Alex, he was a little confused by the odd shape of the toilet, and by the unusual neon lighting beneath it. “I… Guess it looks kinda weird,” Adam said. “But, you’d still just…” He reached to open the lid, and… It didn’t move. “Er… Alright…” he said softly. He tried again. And again. “I’ve been on T for two years,” he said. “I know I’m strong enough to open a toilet lid!”
Alex knew Adam was trying to make him laugh, but he just wasn’t in a laughing mood. His bladder was thrashing even more violently now that it looked as though Adam didn’t have all the answers after all! If even Adam couldn’t help him pee, then how would he pee at all? He whimpered a little, “Adam… It’s… An emergency,” he said. He was seriously starting to consider bolting from the room and to one of the potted plants just outside the door. If he wasn’t so afraid of being caught, he’d have no qualms about ‘watering’ those things in a serious way!
“I know it is…” Adam said sympathetically. He tried to think of something. They could go ask someone how in the world a person was supposed to use a toilet that was apparently housed in the same sort of container that would protect a priceless diamond in a museum… But, who could they ask? He thought going up to one of the workers and asking them a question relating to peeing would really mess up the atmosphere. Dad may think he was being rude, or feel like Adam had embarrassed him during his big moment…
Alex kept rocking back and forth, rubbing his hands together, his entire body shaking with strain. He bounced in place, letting out needy, whimpering “Nnnnh!” and “Ooooh!” noises.
Adam felt just terrible. It must have been torture to be so full of pee and stuck in a restroom with no way to use any of the toilets. He looked down at his feet and tried to—
His feet!
Yes!
Alex may not have wanted to wear the uncomfortable, fancy, lifted shoes, but Adam had worn his. And, Alex wouldn’t have to worry about falling over, because he wouldn’t have very far to walk. “Alex, come on,” Adam said. “I know how you can pee.”
Alex doubled over and moaned, he couldn’t keep his body still anymore. His toes tapped, his hips twitched. The need had moved from his bladder up into his back, consuming his entire body a second later. His heart pounded rapidly in his ears and he took in shallow puffs of air as he asked; “You know how to open it?” His voice was full of hope, but his hope was dying as he felt himself spurt into his boxers. His fingers and toes curled and contorted as much as the rest of him already had.
“No,” Adam admitted. “But, that doesn’t matter. I know how you can use the urinals.”
“I can’t reach,” Alex reminded, his entire body surging and trembling.
“I know,” Adam said. “But, I could. Remember? And we’re pretty much the same height, so that means all you have to do is trade shoes with me, okay?”
Alex nodded quickly. He needed to be taller! Just a tiny bit taller! He twisted his legs back together, the spasms from his bladder near constant.
Adam began removing his shoes. “Take off yours,” he said. “You’ll be able to go in just a minute…”
Alex made to crouch down so he could unlace his shoes, but the instant he began to squat, his bladder began to spray. “Ahhh!” he gasped out, hands flying in between his legs as he shot back up. The amount of liquid contained in his body was far beyond his ability to hold unless he gave his bladder all the room it could possibly get. “I can’t! I’m peeing!” he managed through his panic. He cut the flow off, whimpering all the while.
He felt Adam’s hands on his feet, “Alright, I can do this, it’s gonna be—“
“I’m peeing!” Alex repeated, his eyes squeezed shut. “Hurry! I can’t make it much longer!”
“Hey…” Adam soothed, helping Alex step out of his shoes. “It’s alright, just one more minute.”
Alex was bent completely over as Adam slipped the fancy, lifted shoes onto his feet. Alex’s hands were buried between his legs, his hips shimmying back and forth as he fought not to cross his legs or bounce on his feet as Adam laced the shoes. He and Alex were not the same shoe size, and these were a tight fit on Alex’s feet, but he’d only need to wear them for a few minutes, nowhere near long enough to get a blister or anything.
“There you are,” Adam said. “You shouldn’t have any problem with the tall urinals now.”
Alex opened his squished shut eyes and found that he did feel taller. It was weird how much a couple inches of lift changed his perspective of his surroundings. But, he couldn’t focus on that now. He had to get moving.
But, if he’d thought walking in lifted shoes was hard normally, doing it with a full bladder ought to have been an Olympic sport. Maybe they should have waited to swap until Alex was actually at the urinal, but then again if he’d been able to see it he probably would have pissed himself before he had the chance to use it. His steps were so wobbly, and he couldn’t even be sure if it was because he was struggling to balance or because he was struggling not to pee.
Adam put a steadying hand on his back. “Almost there,” he said. “Sweet thing… You can make it.”
Alex felt more confident in himself at Adam’s soothing words. He managed to make it the last few steps and found to his great relief that he was now positive he could actually direct his stream into the urinal. It was now level with his crotch rather than above it. Eagerly, he tugged down his zip and pulled out his prosthetic. The torrent was immediate, it felt like his holding muscles just dropped out from underneath him. There was no build-up, he went straight into a full-on, noisy, and intensely powerful gush. He tried not to moan, it was such a perverse sound that he should no better than to make in a public place, but as an all-consuming shiver worked its way up from the soles of his feet to the top of his scalp, he cried out in ecstasy involuntarily; “Ahhhhhhhh…!
Adam knew Alex didn’t mind being looked at while he peed, his upbringing hadn’t granted him much privacy after all, but Adam still tried not to look. However, when he heard that noise fall from his boyfriend’s lips, he couldn’t help it. He’d only heard Alex make a sound even close to resembling that one the night Adam had discovered where Alex most liked to feel his tongue.
When Adam looked and noticed the strength of the jet of piss Alex was letting out, he did feel the need to say something; “Hold back a little,” he said. “You could overflow the STP if you go too fast.”
Alex groaned, but his stream began to slow so Adam knew he’d at least managed it.
“I know,” Adam said. “But, you don’t want to have gone through all that only to pee some in your clothes anyway, do you?”
Alex sighed out an affirmative sounding noise. And, when he shivered again, Adam knew that even if he’d needed to control his flow a little, it wasn’t tampering down the relief he felt very much. He shuddered one final time as his stream tapered off and he shook out his prosthetic. He zipped back up with a sigh. “Th—thank you,” he breathed out. “Want to switch back?”
“Yeah,” Adam agreed. “You… really can’t walk in those things, can you?”
“Not really,” Alex laughed. “And, I think I can get them off myself now…” he added, crouching down. He noticed then that he was a little sore in his center, but it wasn’t too bad.
Adam followed suit. “I have never seen anyone get pee-shivers as much as you do,” he informed, before quickly adding; “I hope that’s not weird to say. I just… I read they’re more common in men than in women, and—“
“In that case, I’ve never been so glad to get them as much as I do!”
After they’d swapped their shoes back around and washed up, they returned to the table. Adam had been right; Alex really did like calamari. And, now that he knew there was a way he could use the tall urinals, he didn’t hesitate to drink a few more glasses of the delicious, lemony water…
Adam’s Dad gave his speech, and afterwards he followed the two down to their car to talk with them a bit. At one point, Adam mentioned some aspects of the mishap they’d had in the restroom. “Do those toilets need, like, a password or something?” he asked.
“Oh,” Adam’s Dad said. “I’d forgotten about that… Yeah. There’s a really, really small remote built into the wall behind the toilet. If you press one of the buttons, then it will open. I don’t understand why something like that exists, either. It’s very confusing. Hope it wasn’t too big of an issue.”
“No, we figured something out,” Adam assured. |
Okay… So, I hope I do a good job explaining everything here, some parts might be a little difficult to visualize if you’ve never used an STP yourself, so I hope I’ve described it all well.
***
“Oh, God…” Adam murmured as he pulled his car into the parking lot of a gas station. “Finally…” He glanced over at Alex; His boyfriend really didn’t like it when he “took The Lord’s name in vain” like that. Adam had never understood what the big deal was, and it was hard to remember not to do it.
He needn’t have worried this time, though. Alex was fast asleep in the passenger seat.
Adam released his seatbelt, and groaned as it finally, FINALLY stopped strangling the tar out of his bladder— Which had felt on the verge of rupture for the past hour and a half.
He and Alex were taking a road trip down to Florida for the week to visit a theme park, and Adam had a bone to pick with whoever had decided to place so few rest stops along the last stretch of road they’d been on. He’d never had the displeasure of trying to control a half ton hunk of metal along a highway with some foot buttons and a wheel while absolutely dying for a freaking piss before. He’d never driven drunk before either, but he had a feeling that his need for the toilet had affected his driving ability as much as being intoxicated would have. When he’d finally seen the sign for this rest stop, he’d almost teared up with relief.
He scrambled from the car, cringing as his stiff legs straightened out and his feet hit the ground. He practically doubled over on himself and felt like, even after all that, he was going to soak himself right where he stood before he could get to the restroom. He caught his bearings enough to get moving, and scurried for the building that promised him release. He darted through the automatic doors and immediately began hobbling for the restrooms in the back.
The guy behind the register called out to him that he’d need to buy something first.
Adam cringed, reached a hand into his pocket and waved around a few dollar bills. “I’ll buy something when I get back, I promise!” He said, continuing his half-doubled over rush.
The guy didn’t protest, and Adam shoved open the door to the men’s room, already tugging down his zipper. “Finally…” he muttered again. “Finally, finally…” He situated himself at the urinal and, at long last, allowed his muscles to relax for the first time in hours. Clear liquid trickled from the tip of his STP prosthetic, and he moaned softly. His bladder slowly deflated back to its proper size and he shook out his STP as he fought to catch his breath. Phew… That had been ENTIRELY too close…
After washing up, he returned to the guy at the register. “Sorry…” he said.
“No problem,” the guy said. “I wouldn’t want to have to mop the floors tonight.”
Adam felt himself blush as he went into the snack aisle. He wanted to find something Alex might like. He was stunned by how few chips Alex had actually tried in his life. At his old home, his diet had been about ninety percent pasta and tomato sauce, since that was cheap and fast to prepare, and snacks between meals were a very rare treat.
Adam had a feeling Alex would really like pork rinds… Alex loved meat. Adam was a vegetarian, apart from fish. Adam had never tried to persuade Alex to become one as well, just as Alex had never tried to convince Adam to become more religious. Adam was surprised that two so very different people could also have lots of things in common, and could love each other so much.
Adam bought Alex the pork rinds and headed back to the car. Adam loved his new car. He’d finally saved up the money to replace the worn out old truck he’d gotten from his Dad with a used electric car. Alex seemed to like the new car, too. He especially liked the soft, comfy seats. Clearly, since he’d spent the last few hours fast asleep in one of them.
Adam wondered if he ought to wake Alex up and have him use the restroom. Alex had drank just as much as Adam had the last time they’d stopped for food. He probably needed to go… Adam got into the car and gave Alex a quick nudge. “Alex? Wake up…”
Alex didn’t budge.
“Sweet thing…” Adam said, nudging him a little harder. “Do you have to go pee?”
Alex still didn’t move.
Adam tried a few more times to rouse his partner, but Alex was too deep in sleep. So, Adam eventually gave up on it and got back on the road. Hopefully there would be more stops going forward, in case Alex did have to go when he woke up.
***
Alex and Adam had been in line for this roller coaster for at least five hours! Alex had grown very bored, and sweaty, and he really, REALLY wished that the line was for a restroom instead. He wanted to tell Adam that he had to pee and couldn’t wait much longer, but they’d already been in this line for SO long and he didn’t want for them to lose their place. If Alex could just go off on his own to pee while Adam saved their spot, he would have. But, this place was so big and so crowded, and Alex knew he’d get badly lost if he tried to go somewhere without Adam.
So, Alex held it. He jiggled in place, jumped from foot to foot, begged for the line to move faster, and he held it. His bladder felt fuller than it ever had before. He needed to go so much that it hurt. When he looked down, he was startled by how swollen he looked. His middle was protruding, and almost rippling. He was shocked his body could even hold that much pee!
Suddenly, the roller coaster made a strange noise and the guy running it said it had broken down and needed repairs. Alex wasn’t too disappointed. Now he could use the toilet! He immediately turned to Adam and let him know the current, agonizing state of his bladder.
“That’s okay,” Adam said cooly. “I’ll find you somewhere to go.” He took Alex’s hand and led him off. They found a restroom right away and Alex was so relieved. But, when he opened the door and stepped inside, there were no urinals on the wall, just pipes protruding from where they should have been. Squeezing his thighs together, he opened the stall instead and found that instead of a toilet, there was just a regular chair for some reason. He was very confused and assumed he wasn’t allowed to pee there.
He returned to Adam and said that there hadn’t been any toilets in there. Bouncing up and down, he added “I can’t hold it!”
Adam seemed weirdly accepting of the fact the restroom didn’t have any toilets inside of it, and took Alex to a different one. This time, when Alex entered the restroom, he was met by a series of brightly colored doors like at a funhouse. He pushed one open, hoping it would contain a toilet. But, it didn’t. It just led into a long hallway lit with flashing lights. Alex felt his confusion build and build, but he could barely process anything when he just had to PEE so bad!
He shoved open door after door, walked through a seemingly endless collection of winding hallways, constantly hoping that a toilet would present itself soon. He could hardly believe he had to go so badly. Soon, it became hard to fit through the doors because his bladder had swelled so much! Every time he squeezed himself through one, his need to go would ramp up considerably, to the point it was making him cry from the pain.
Finally, after what must have been hours of stumbling and searching, Alex shoved through a door and found a dark room containing a huge staircase lit by a series of candles on either side. At the top of the staircase was a urinal. Finally! Alex tore up the staircase, every step jostling his poor, bloated bladder. He was amazed he hadn’t leaked yet. But, finally it was almost over. He was gonna get to pee!
He got up the staircase strangely quickly considering its massive height, but Alex didn’t care about that. That didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was here now, and he could relieve himself at last. He unzipped, aimed his prosthetic, and unleashed an enormous spray of liquid. It was like what came out of the huge sprinklers on the water ride he and Adam had been on earlier in the day. It was like a super soaker being fired at full blast. His pee looked like a laser beam shooting out of him, and it felt—
It felt like he STILL really, really had to go!
He didn’t feel any sensation of release, no relief whatsoever. If anything, he felt like he needed to go even worse!
Alex’s eyes began to open.
The urinal was gone.
He wasn’t deep in the catacombs of a strange, labyrinthian restroom at a theme park.
He was in the car with Adam still.
He wasn’t peeing.
He really, really, really, REALLY needed to, though!
“Oh my goodness…” Alex winced out quietly, his thighs straining together as he backed himself against his seat as much as he could, trying to give his bladder a little more room. He looked out the window, hoping he’d see a gas station that he could beg Adam to stop at, but there wasn’t anything like that.
What there was, however, was wall to wall traffic.
And it wasn’t moving at all.
Alex whimpered loudly. “Hnnng…”
Adam heard him. He reached a hand over to rub Alex’s thigh, trying to ease away whatever was bothering him. “Sweet thing,” he said. “What’s wrong?”
“Need the restroom,” Alex mumbled.
“Oh…” Adam said, noticing the knots Alex’s legs had become. “I’m sorry— I really tried to wake you when I stopped earlier, but—“
“I—It’s okay,” Alex said, bouncing fiercely in his seat. “Will there be somewhere soon?”
Adam bit the inside of his cheek. The pink flush coating Alex’s cheeks and the sweat cascading down his face was worrisome. “I don’t know…” he admitted. “Traffic’s been backed up like this for a long time.”
Alex shuddered. He didn’t have a ‘long time’ left to wait… He looked out the window again, there were a few, small bushes in the space in-between the lanes. “Can I go outside?” Alex asked, hopeful.
“…No,” Adam said. “That wouldn’t be good, it’s too light out. There’s people around. Not any cover. You’ll have an audience.”
Alex writhed. He was so desperate that he didn’t think he’d care if everyone on Earth saw him pee, so long as he actually got to pee. But, he knew he’d feel absolutely terrible afterwards, filled with shame that he’d given in to his body’s wants and exposed himself to others in such a primitive, animalistic way. So disgusted with himself for falling to temptation rather than engaging in restraint.
But, he was to the point that ‘restraint’ wasn’t going to remain possible for much longer. His pee had to come out somehow, and it had to come out very soon. He fidgeted, shimmying his hips and twisting every which way. The car still hadn’t moved, and Alex couldn’t go outside, and there was nowhere to go inside, and he couldn’t not go! He was going to pee all over the seat! “Adam,” Alex said. “Um… I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.”
Adam looked at Alex with sympathy in his eyes. He’d been desperate on long drives tons of times, and it was never fun. Having nowhere to pee and no idea of when such a place may present itself was nerve wracking, and only made the need to go feel so much worse. One of the times it had happened to Adam was just before he’d met Alex, and shortly after he’d gotten his STP. He’d been with his Dad, and stuck in wall to wall traffic like they were now.
Adam’s need for the toilet had been so extreme that it felt like the rock hard, round curve of his bladder was stretching and warping his entire body as it tried to find more room to expand. He’d been tapping his feet and crossing his legs, holding himself and just begging for the cars ahead of them to move, just like Alex was doing now.
When Adam had begun to tear up, when he’d started to actually cry from how much his bladder hurt and how badly he wanted to let his muscles relax, his Dad grew concerned, patted Adam’s knee, and told him that he could pee in the car. Adam had begun to protest; He didn’t want to have an accident! But, instead, Dad had given him an empty bottle.
It had taken a few minutes for Adam to figure out how to make use of it. It was incredibly challenging to think through the process when all he wanted to do was pee until he was so empty he’d feel like he could fly away.
Adam’s STP was funnel based. If the funnel was warped or blocked in any area, or if his anatomy wasn’t lined up correctly with it, then it wouldn’t work, it would overflow or spill. He also needed to create a seal around his anatomy with the funnel by making sure the entirety of the top was pressed tightly against his skin. If there was any space between his skin and the silicone surrounding the wide top of the funnel, it was more likely to leak. He’d quickly realized that he could not pee into a bottle while sitting in a car seat because that would block the funnel, and things would not be lined up properly. After some struggle, and a little help from his Dad, Adam had gotten himself into a position that would allow him to flood the bottle without making a huge mess.
Adam looked around the car, he opened the glove box and rifled through it… There was a bottle in there. A nice, big one too. He could save Alex today just like Dad had saved him. Hopefully. There had been another time on a bus where Adam had tried to have Alex pee into a bottle, and it hadn’t worked. Alex hadn’t been able to unclench and allow his bladder to drain out. But, there had been other people around them that day, and the bus had been moving. This time, it was just the two of them, and it looked as though the car was going to be remaining stationary for quite a while. Adam assumed it would work better this time, and he really, really hoped he was right, because Alex’s bladder control was clearly not long for this world.
“Alex, I’m gonna help you pee,” Adam said. “Part your legs.”
Alex looked horrified at the suggestion. His legs felt like the only thing keeping him from turning the car into a mobile swimming pool. “I—I’m gonna go if I—“
“Trust me, alright?” Adam said. “I’ve got you. Part your legs.”
The instant Alex’s thighs stopped straining against one another, he was spurting. He felt dampness collecting in his boxers, and heard tiny hissing sounds every few seconds. He clenched his eyes shut tight. “I d—d-don’t wa—want to ruin your car, Adam…”
“You won’t,” Adam promised. “Just scoot forward a little, so your butt’s not in the seat anymore. Keep one hand behind yourself on the chair so you can balance. And angle your… self down towards the floor.”
Alex whimpered, sweat rolling down his face. He tried to do as Adam said, but he just had to pee so badly and he didn’t know how this was supposed to help. His bladder shrieked tyrannically as he moved forward off his seat, and his legs shook with exertion as his nails dug into the seat behind him. He realized he couldn’t stay balanced with just one hand when his body shuddered and jolted and he lost another spray of pee as he wobbled. So, his second hand clamped onto the seat as well.
Adam was about to tell Alex that he needed his other hand, but decided against it. The look on Alex’s face was pure agony, and he seemed barely able to keep himself positioned as it was. Adam supposed he could give him a little more help than he himself had gotten from his Dad. “I’m going to have to pull your pants down for you, is that okay? I promise, this will help.”
“Y—Yes,” Alex pleaded. A frantic spray of pee spurted from him, re-soaking his drying clothes as he shimmied his hips uselessly.
Adam quickly yanked Alex’s shorts down. His prosthetic was in the correct place, and with how he no longer had a carseat beneath him, no part of it was smooshed, nothing would block a stream of liquid from rushing through its funnel as intended. He was angled properly so fluid should just flow straight down it. Adam received a confirmation that the prosthetic was properly positioned when he saw Alex leak again. A thin, clear jet of pee rushed from the tip and splashed loudly into the footwell. “I—I’m sorry!” Alex said.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Adam tried to soothe.
The harness Alex wore to keep the prosthetic attached to his body was tight, but not enough to form the proper seal necessary to keep anything from spilling out from around the top once Alex really started going. Alex needed to keep his hands on the seat behind him to keep from falling over, he couldn’t press the prosthetic against himself. “I’m also going to have to touch you a little, alright? You’ll be able to go in just a second.”
“Okay,” Alex said. “Hurrryyyy!” It was taking every ounce of strength he had not to start peeing right then. He felt Adam pressing his prosthetic up against his body, creating a seal. Then, he watched as Adam placed the bottle beneath his tip.
“Go,” Adam started to say, but Alex already was.
Alex had released a wavering, hissing stream of urine. He was still so nervous that he was about to make a mess, and his body couldn’t relax all the way due to the strain of his position. But, he was peeing. Thank goodness… He heard his pee trickling into the bottom of the bottle, and didn’t feel the warmth building up around his thighs that told him he wasn’t using his STP correctly. Just to check, however, he asked; “I—Is it okay?”
“It’s just fine,” Adam promised. “Keep peeing.” He kept a careful eye out the front window of the car, nervous that the traffic would suddenly clear before Alex was done and people would start honking at them to move. But, the cars ahead of them remained at a standstill. He noticed Alex still had that pinched, distressed look on his face. His cheeks were bright red and sweat was running in buckets down his forehead. His eyes kept darting out the window of the car. Probably because it was difficult to balance… Or maybe it was because Alex had been brought up to value modesty very heavily, he was punished and shamed even for just showing his shoulders in public, and this—Sitting half-naked in a car in heavy traffic while someone held his dick for him as he peed into a bottle— was definitely NOT modest at all…
“Sweet thing…” Adam said. “You’re okay. No one in the other cars can see what you’re doing. It’s just us.”
Alex released a shaky sigh then and allowed his eyes to drift partway closed. He was trying to stay as still as possible to make Adam’s job easier, but before long an uncontrollable shiver went through his body.
“Careful…” Adam said, a light sprinkle of liquid spurting onto the floor instead of into the bottle.
“S—Sorry…” Alex said.
“It’s okay,” Adam said. “Feeling better?”
“Yes… Th—Thank you…” Alex felt silly for it, but he didn’t know if he’d ever loved Adam more than he did right now. Adam had saved him. Adam had been smart enough to know how to give him what he so badly needed. Adam had made him feel so, so good…
“Wow…” Adam said, feeling the bottle growing warmer and heavier as Alex’s stream continued its slow trickle. It looked like they were going to be here a while. Not only had Alex’s release failed to pick up in speed or force, Adam was also now realizing that his boyfriend’s bladder had been fuller than could have possibly been healthy. “Poor thing. You really had to go… ” Of course, that had been obvious from all his squirming and clear discomfort, but it was still amazing to see so much come out with no end in sight.
“I’m r—really sorry…” Alex said.
“Don’t apologize!” Adam said. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Alex was getting really sore from keeping himself in such an awkward position. He tried to push and go faster, tried to loosen the muscles that he’d been straining to keep taut for so long, and finally his stream picked up a bit, and the relief he felt practically tripled. Before it had felt really, really good, but now that he was letting it out in a nice, steady flow, it felt like a reward from God Himself. “Haaahhhhhh….” he breathed now, blushing even more. That sound certainly hadn’t been very modest…
Adam grew increasingly concerned as to whether Alex’s bladder’s capacity was actually higher than the bottle’s was. It was a huge bottle, but Alex had almost filled it. “Al—Almost done?”
“Just about…” Alex murmured. One last, long spray of urine spattered into the bottle. “Okay. Finished.”
“There you go, all better…” Adam released Alex’s cock and twisted the bottle’s cap back on. “Sit back in your chair now,” he said. But, Alex was already doing that.
He’d pulled his shorts back up and was now resting calmly and limply in his seat. “Thank you…” he sighed out again, still blushing.
Adam rubbed his thigh once more. “You’re welcome,” he said.
“I love you so much…” Alex added blearily.
“Heh… I love you too, sweet thing.” |
Alex had never gotten to see Santa at the mall as a child, and now he was way too old for that kind of thing. But, his younger sister Charity was just the perfect age for it, so he and Adam had decided to bring her to the mall today.
Alex loved Christmas. He always had. It was the only time of year that Papa loosened up. Normally, when Papa spoke of God, he emphasized the importance of obedience, the evils of sin, and what would await a person in Hell if they stepped one toe out of line. He painted horrific pictures with his words of all the ways Alex or his siblings would suffer for eternity if they didn’t follow the rules Papa set for them, and it took many years for Alex to realize that those ‘rules’ did not even come from God, but just from Papa. God had never actually said most of the things Papa liked to say He did.
But, during Christmastime, when Papa talked about God, he talked about the love He had for His creation, and about the birth of Jesus. Instead of feeling terrified and like he needed to carefully think about each and every move he made for fear of condemning himself to Hell, Alex felt warm and safe and like God was watching over him and guiding him. The caring God was the only one Alex spoke to now, not the vengeful, angry one his Papa had raised him to fear.
Now that he was away from Papa and only around people who loved him, Alex felt warm and cared for all the time. But, now that it was Christmastime, he was feeling those things even more. He and Adam had decorated their apartment, and Adam had lots of ornaments Alex had never seen, like snow frosted pickles and rock band logos. Normally, Adam said his family put a rubber chicken on top of the tree dressed as Santa, but Alex said that he wanted an angel. They compromised by giving the chicken a halo, which wasn’t quite what Alex had had in mind, but he couldn’t help but think it was funny.
What Alex didn’t like about Christmastime was the temperature. He’d always been more sensitive to cold than most, and even with his scarf and sweater on, he was shivering inside the mall. Adam noticed him trembling and immediately offered to buy him some hot chocolate. Charity perked up at the word chocolate, so Adam bought cups for all three of them.
Alex had tasted hot chocolate before, but not like this. This was a lot sweeter than any hot chocolate he’d ever had. And that made it better. His body started to heat up more with each gulp. “Mmm, thank you, Adam,” he said. He looked down at Charity. “What do you say?” he prompted.
“Thank you,” Charity repeated.
Adam ruffled her hair, “You’re welcome,” he said.
The three finished their cups quickly and Alex shivered again. Now that he didn’t have anything warm to sip on, the chill was coming back into his body. “Adam, may I have another?”
Adam nodded, “Of course, sweet thing.”
“Can I have more?” Charity asked.
Adam paused. He wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. Alex and Charity’s Mom might be mad if they dropped her off at home hopped up on sugar. Alex was old enough for a sugar rush not to be a big deal, and the poor thing was still shivering and needed some more help warming up! “No, one is enough,” he said.
Charity frowned, “How come Alex gets to have more?”
Adam had always hated it whenever one of his parents had told him “Because I said so,” growing up, so he tried to explain the reason. “Don’t want to make your Mom upset by giving you too many sweets,” he said.
Charity started to pout, so Adam reminded her she’d be seeing Santa soon and she brightened again. Alex smiled after Adam as he walked him walk off. He was impressed by how good Adam was with the little ones…
Once Alex had his second cup, they left the food court and started in the direction of the Santa display. Alex continually took sips from his drink, feeling the heat rise in his body. His shivering slowly eased away and he felt much, much better. When they got to the line for Santa, they found two problems; One, it was extremely long, and two, there was a sign saying that no beverages were allowed within it.
Alex had been hoping to savor his chocolate a little more, but with how long the line already was he didn’t want to waste time. So, he downed the rest of his drink in a few large gulps and tossed out the empty cup.
Half an hour later, Alex was beginning to have regrets.
When he’d been enjoying the hot chocolates and focusing on warming himself up, Alex had neglected to consider where those two big cups were eventually going to end up. They were still pretty far back in the line, and Alex needed the restroom. And he needed it bad.
He swayed from side to side, hoping his antsy motions would be written off as him just being bored of the line, but his body was urging him to move around a whole lot more than just that gentle rocking to and fro. His body wanted him to dance around, to cross his legs, to jump from one foot to the other. Mostly though, his body wanted him to leave this enormous line and go find a restroom so it could rid itself of all the urine that had accumulated inside of it.
But, he couldn’t do that. The crowds today were massive, and Alex knew there was no way he’d be able to find an empty bathroom. And, if he went into one with people in it, what if something bad happened like what had once happened to Adam? He knew he’d feel safe going to use the restroom if Adam was with him, but they couldn’t leave Charity on her own in line. And, he couldn’t force all three of them to leave just because he needed the toilet real bad.
Which left Alex with one option; Holding it.
He didn’t bother telling Adam what he needed to do, knowing that it would just make Adam worry. Alex tried peaking around the people ahead of them to figure out how much longer he was gonna need to wait, but he couldn’t even SEE Santa from where he was. He knew he was going to be stuck here a long, long time.
He tried to think of other things. This was his first Christmas with Adam! What should he get him as a gift? It had to be something big, something that showed how much he loved him and how thankful he was to him for sharing this new world with him. What did Adam want more than anything in the world?
Maybe an autograph from one of his favorite rock stars. Alex knew a lot of the musicians Adam liked best had died years ago though. Maybe he could still find an autograph for sale somewhere? Except, he knew it would be extra expensive if the person it had come from wasn’t alive anymore…
Oh, maybe Adam would like to have his own guitar, and lessons so he could make his own music? Yeah, that could work. He imagined the look on Adam’s face when he unwrapped it. They’d be snuggled together under the tree and Adam would take out the guitar and smile so wide, and then Alex would cuddle up closer to him and tell him he deserved it for being so cool and awesome. And Adam would hug him and snuggle him, and Alex would say “Hold on a second, Adam, I really need to use the bathroom,” and he’d stand up and hurry to the toilet and pee, and it would feel so, so good, and—
Alex shook his head, trying to clear it. His thighs clenched as his bladder throbbed at the fantasy. They’d moved forward a little bit. Just a little bit. A teeny, tiny bit. And Alex felt at least twice as desperate to go as he had before. ‘Oh, this is bad,’ he thought. If they kept moving at this pace, and his bladder kept filling at this rate, there was no way Alex was gonna make it to a urinal in time. The thought scared him. There were so many people here, all around him! He didn’t want to have an accident with such a huge audience!
‘No, no,’ he told himself. ‘Stop thinking like that. Just… Try and distract yourself again.’ It hadn’t worked out so well the first time, but maybe his next attempt at filling his mind with something that didn’t involve really, really wanting to urinate would go a little better. “Adam?” He whispered softly. He was doing more of a dance now, lifting first one foot and then the other, basically doing a very strange march in place.
“Hm?” Adam asked. He’d been looking at his phone, trying to entertain himself as he waited.
“Um…” Alex bit his lip. He hadn’t really known what he was going to say. He knew what he WANTED to say, which was “Adam, I need the bathroom really bad! Can we go?” But, he knew he COULDN’T say that. “Wha—What are you looking at?”
Adam showed Alex the game he’d been playing, and for a little bit this kept Alex’s mind off his bladder as they slowly inched forward in line. Alex barely noticed the way his hips were twisting, the way his feet were bouncing, the way his weight was shifting. He didn’t notice it at all until Charity spoke up.
“Alex has to tinkle,” Charity loudly announced with a giggle.
Alex hadn’t actually NEEDED all that hot chocolate anyway. Now that Charity had said THAT for everyone to hear, Alex felt warmer than he had all day! He covered his face and looked away, trying to stop his dancing but finding that he couldn’t. If he stopped moving for longer than a second, he could feel his pee trying to push itself out of his body. “Charity…” he said. “Don’t say stuff like that…”
“When you have to go potty, you’re supposed to go right away,” Charity recited something Alex had said to HER on many previous occasions. “Or else, you might have an accident.”
Alex grew even WARMER. “Charity, please…”
“Shush…” Adam said to her. He turned to Alex. “Um…” he whispered. “Do you…?” He hadn’t noticed Alex’s little dance before, assuming he was just getting cold again and shaking because of that… But, he HAD downed two HUGE cups of hot chocolate pretty quickly…
“Y—Yes,” Alex whispered back. “Really bad. But, I can wait,” he promised. “I don’t want to ruin this for her. She’s only gonna be this little for so long.”
“Ruin… Oh,” Adam said, realizing the same things Alex had realized earlier. Going into a crowded public men’s room alone was too scary for Alex, and they couldn’t leave Charity by herself, and— “Um… Once we’re done here, what are we gonna do?”
Alex stared at Adam in confusion. “Um… We’re gonna go to the restroom?” he said.
“We can’t leave Charity alone,” Adam said. “And, you don’t feel safe using public bathrooms alone…”
Alex figured out what Adam meant. Either Alex was going to have to work up the nerve to go in there by himself so Adam could stay with Charity, or they were going to have to bring Charity into the men’s room. Was that… Okay to do? It must have been, if a dad was out with his daughter and she was still little enough to need help in the bathroom, then that was probably what happened, right? Charity still needed help sometimes, so that meant she was young enough for it not to be a big deal.
How weird, Alex thought. Nobody cared when a really little girl was in the men’s room because they’d assume there was a good reason for it. But, Alex was a GUY that had to be scared to go into men’s rooms alone just in case someone thought he LOOKED too much like a girl and got angry with him. He didn’t think that was very fair. Why did people even care so much?
“We can take her with us, right?” Alex said, jumping in place before turning himself in a tiny, frantic circle. He really wanted to stop talking about this. Talking about the logistics of his upcoming pee break was making him more and more eager for it to come.
“Take me where?” Charity asked.
Alex cringed. He hoped SHE was okay with this. Just like him, Charity didn’t like to break rules. Even if those rules were things that only really existed in her head.
Adam knelt down next to her, “After we’re done here, Alex has to use the bathroom. But, he doesn’t like going by himself so I need to go with him. We don’t want to leave you alone, so we need to take you in too.”
“How come Alex can’t go by himself?” Charity asked. “I can do that! He’s bigger!”
She only actually managed to use the bathroom alone without making any kind of mess about half the time, but Alex didn’t say so.
“It’s… Scary to him,” Adam said. “It’s scary to me too. And to lots of other people. We feel safer if we are togeth—“
“Is it ‘cause of how he used to be my sister?” Charity asked, way, way too loudly.
Alex stiffened and went still for the first time since his urge had first presented itself. Did someone hear that? Did they know what it meant? Did it make them upset? Panic was building now, and along with it, the first leak spurted into Alex’s pants. He clenched his thighs to cut off the flow, but now he was frightened, and his bladder was so full, and he wanted to go home where it was safe and he could pee, and—
“Charity,” Adam said, voice firm. “Don’t say that.”
“Why—“
“Just don’t,” Adam repeated, lowering his voice. “I know you aren’t meaning to, but you are making Alex feel bad, so don’t say that. You can talk about that in private if Alex says it is okay, but not outside. Alex doesn’t like it. Some people wouldn’t understand, and sometimes they get angry when they don’t understand something.”
“Okay…” Charity said. “I’m sorry, Alex.”
“It’s… Alright,” Alex managed. The panic was beginning to flow out of him, but it was taking more and more effort to keep his pee from doing the same. He was hunched over now, unable to stand fully upright without feeling like he was going to lose it.
Adam rubbed his shoulder soothingly. “It’s okay, sweet thing. She doesn’t understand what she’s saying, she didn’t mean—“
“I need to go SO bad…” Alex interrupted miserably.
Adam kept rubbing him. “I know…” he said. They’d moved forward quite a bit, they were finally close to the front. “It shouldn’t be too much longer… If you want to… Try to do it on your own—“
Alex trembled more at the thought. After what Charity had said, he felt so on edge. He knew she hadn’t meant to shake him up so much and make him worry, she’d had no idea saying that would make him feel this way, but there was no way he was going to try and use a public toilet alone now… “No,” he said. “I can hold it…”
Adam continually stroked his arm, concern growing. He understood Alex’s fear better than anyone, but the poor thing was clearly having an emergency… He was worried Alex would end up not making it.
Eventually, they were next in line, and Alex’s bladder felt like it was splitting apart down the middle, drips and dribbles escaping him every minute or so. His teeth were clenched and he was leaning against Adam for support.
Charity ran forward to meet with Santa. Alex heard him asking her what she’d like for Christmas— Alex knew what HE wanted. He wanted a toilet to spontaneously materialize in front of him right now!
“I want a rabbit, like my big brother and his friend Adam have!” Charity said. Alex would have thought that was cute if he wasn’t so, so close to peeing his pants.
“Is that your brother over there?” Santa asked, pointing at Alex. “
“Uh huh,” Charity nodded happily.
“Does he like Christmas music a lot?” Santa asked. “He’s—“
“Nah, he just has to go potty REALLY bad!” Charity said. “That’s how come he’s dancing!”
Alex wished for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. He hadn’t even known this level of embarrassment was physically possible. He thought a person enduring this level of humiliation really ought to be hospitalized… Oh, and the hospital would give him one of those portable urine bottle things and he’d FLOOD it with so much pee that—
Ohhh, what was wrong with his brain today!?
Santa laughed, “Oh…” he said. “Well, I don’t want to keep him much longer then. Do you want your brother in the photo with you?”
‘Please, no,’ Alex thought. ‘I can NOT stay still for a photo…’
But, Charity nodded. So, Alex reluctantly headed up there with Adam squeezing his arm the whole way. Trying to smile for the camera was close to impossible and Alex could only barely manage a half-hearted grimace. Adam hurriedly paid for the photo and then he was leading Alex in the direction of the closest restrooms.
“Sweet thing,” Adam said. “It’s okay, you’re alright… Just keep walking. Just a little further.”
“Is Alex gonna tinkle in his pants?” Charity asked.
“Not if we all hurry!” Adam said.
Charity giggled and picked up her pace. They turned a corner, and found another huge line. Even bigger than the one for Santa, but this one was for the men’s room.
Alex teared up at the sight of it. “I’m not… I can’t… I can’t do it,” he said.
“Shh… Shhh… Shhh,” Adam said, rubbing more soothing patterns into Alex’s back. There was a zero percent chance of Alex making it through that line dry… “Okay, come on.”
“Adam, I’m gonna—“
“I know,” Adam said. “I’ll find you somewhere, just come with me.” He quickly led Alex and Charity out of the mall.
“I am going to explode…” Alex groaned miserably.
“Shhh…” Adam spun about on his feet… ‘Come on, come on, there’s gotta be something…’ he thought. ‘Anything, please,’ he felt almost as desperate as Alex must have!
A tiny crevice in the mall’s architecture, just wide enough for Alex to fit into… “Okay, found it,” Adam said. He was prepared to have to convince Alex that it was okay to hose down that wall, but as soon as he’d brought Alex to the tiny space and had stood himself at Alex’s back to block the view from anyone passing by, he heard Alex yanking down his zipper, a few seconds of frantic rustling, and then a very satisfying sounding hiss.
Adam let out a sigh of relief at the same second Alex did. “Ohhh…” Alex moaned, instantly growing lightheaded as all his suffering came to an abrupt and very pleasurable stop. A stream of crystal clear pee was spraying out, wetting the wall and darkening the material, and it felt so, so, so good… It was almost enough to make it all worth it… All that agony was kind of okay if it meant he’d get to feel this amazing at the end of it… He was shivering and shuddering, and it wasn’t because of the cold at all. “Thank you…” he murmured softly, barely loud enough to be heard over the torrential downpour of his stream. “Thank you, Adam… Thank you so much…”
“Heh, you’re welcome…” Adam said. “All better?”
“So… Much… Better…” Alex agreed.
Alex’s wits returned to him a bit more after he’d drained away enough of his burden, and he started to worry about where Charity was and if she’d wandered off. He didn’t have to stress about it though. She’d stayed close, and he realized as much when he heard her voice. “Neat! Alex is making a fountain!” she said.
“Ah! N—No. D—Don’t look…” Alex said, alarmed. His body shook with one final, massive shiver, and his stream finally came to a stop. He shook out his STP and zipped back up, wobbling backwards and against Adam.
Adam held him, “Done?” He asked. “You’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine now,” Alex said. “Still really, really embarrassed,” he said. “But, I feel way better.” |
Adam had never actually set foot inside of a church. He’d joked with some of his friends that he couldn’t walk into them without his feet burning. This was a joke which he was certain Alex wouldn’t find particularly funny, so he refrained from making it when Alex requested that he accompany him to church for the Christmas Eve service.
“I know you aren’t religious,” Alex said. “And, I’m not trying to force you to be. It would just mean a lot to me if we could share this together.” Alex said that the church he went to now was nothing like the one he used to go to growing up. There were no strange chants, no long tirades about all the different reasons everyone was going to burn in Hell, nothing like that. “For Christmas, they said it’s mostly just like a big party,” Alex added. “There are cookies and we wrap donations to deliver to poor families. They do read some things from The Bible first, but that doesn’t take too long.”
Right after Alex left his old home, Adam had been confused that he’d even still WANT to go to church after how much his Dad’s interpretations of religion had damaged his view of himself and his relationship with the world around him. But, if anything, discovering who he was meant to be and connecting with others had actually strengthened Alex’s belief in God. “Papa said that Jesus spoke through him, and he was lying,” Alex explained. “It wasn’t Jesus that said I had to stand all night in the rain, or starve myself. Jesus never said I couldn’t wear pants or love you. Only Papa said that.”
So, Adam agreed to go. There was a brief reading from The Bible at the start, and Adam was a little bored by it. He was also a little impressed that Alex apparently could UNDERSTAND all those really old words. After that, everyone went into another room for the celebration. There were cookies and things as Alex had promised, and a warm, friendly atmosphere that made Adam understand a little better why Alex liked it here.
Adam definitely liked the eggnog they served at the party. It was extremely tasty and felt good going down his throat. He kept refilling his mug, partly just so he’d have something to do with his mouth other than talk to people. He was worried he’d say something wrong that he hadn’t known was offensive if he tried to talk about religion. So, he stayed quiet and drank, sticking close to Alex.
It was a strange role-reversal. Alex being the more outgoing, more talkative one that knew exactly how to act and what was expected, while Adam stayed quiet and let Alex lead him around. It felt weird, but at the same time Adam was glad to see that Alex had somewhere that he felt completely confident and at home.
Alex’s Mom and younger siblings were there too, and Adam said hello to all of them. It was while Alex was catching up with his Mom that Adam noticed where all that eggnog had ended up, and that he was going to have to find the restroom pretty soon. He glanced around, trying to find the sign for it, but he didn’t see one. He also didn’t know if it was okay to ask anyone. He had a feeling talking about needing to pee in church probably wasn’t proper.
Once Alex finished talking, he decided he’d ask him.
Except, Alex and his Mom had a really close relationship, and when they talked, they talked for a long, long time. And, with nothing to focus on other than his bladder, Adam was starting to get very, very uncomfortable. He wondered if he ought to walk off and try to find the toilet himself. But, he didn’t want Alex to think he’d ditched him or something. Alex had been so worried that Adam wouldn’t like it here, if he just disappeared on him like that, then he knew Alex would feel awful.
Sure, once Adam got BACK from the bathroom and explained he’d just been busy peeing, Alex would feel fine, but Adam didn’t want him to be stressed out for even one second on what was such a special night for him. Swaying back and forth in indecision, Adam was just about to tap Alex on the shoulder to interrupt and say he really had to take a bathroom break.
But then two of Alex’s younger sisters, Prudence and Charity, started to tug on his sleeve. “Wanna play charades?” Prudence asked. “We need a third person to make it fun, and Ben doesn’t wanna play.” Ben was one of Alex’s brothers.
“O—Oh, yeah,” Adam said. The little kids liked playing with him a lot, and it kind of warmed his heart a little whenever he made them happy. They both looked so hopeful right now that he didn’t want to let them down. “Okay.”
“Mama,” Prudence said. “Adam’s gonna play charades with us over there.” She pointed to one corner of the room.
“Okay,” Alex’s Mom said, before turning back to Alex.
Adam and the kids went into a quiet corner to start their game. Prudence took out a box of cards and let Adam pick one. His first word was ‘firefighter’, so first he pointed to his head and tried to make the shape of a fireman’s hat. Then, he tried to mime that he was holding a hose. He pictured the forceful way water always sprayed from such powerful hoses and tried to make it seem like the invisible item he was holding was very sturdy and heavy.
He was picturing the jet of water a little TOO clearly for his bladder, though. Imagining himself holding and aiming an item that was quickly and noisily shooting out gallons of liquid was making him wish he was aiming something else instead. His knees pinched inwards and began to rub together.
“A firefighter,” Charity guessed.
“Yeah, a firefighter” Prudence agreed, and just as Adam started to nod, she added “A firefighter that has to pee really bad.”
Adam felt embarrassment churn in his stomach. “Um… Yeah,” he said. He tried to straighten himself out a little more, and his bladder thrashed in irritation as his skin strained against it.
Charity went next, and to Adam’s relief Prudence turned her attention immediately to her sister and didn’t notice the way he kept rocking from side to side. Charity danced and twirled in a circle and Adam correctly guessed she was a ballerina. After Prudence’s turn, during which she pretended to lasso a whip around in the air until Charity called out that her word was cowboy, Adam went once more.
This time his word was pirate. Oh, why did all of his words have to have some connection to water? He still hadn’t managed to stop his subtle, foot to foot pee-dance. Each time he let himself go still for longer than a few seconds, the searing pressure in his bladder would press so hard into his opening that he feared he might leak. Still shifting his weight back and forth, he gestured to his hand and attempted to curl his fingers into a hook-like shape. Then he bounced up and down on his toes as he placed a hand over his eye as if it were an eyepatch.
“A pirate,” said Charity.
“Ye—“
“That has to pee REALLY bad,” Prudence chimed in.
Adam let both his hands drop back down to his sides, before balling them into fists, his thighs squeezing tightly together as another spasm soared through his body. He hoped he wasn’t blushing, but considering how warm he suddenly felt in spite of the chilly Winter season, he knew he was. “Yes…”
They kept playing for a while, and each time Adam had a turn, the kids both thought that ‘needing to pee really badly’ was part of the prompt the card had given him
“How come all of yours have to tinkle?” Charity asked him after another round had finished.
Adam shrugged, struggling to uncross his legs without letting loose a spurt into his pants. He managed the first part of the mission, but not the second. Heat bloomed warm and wet between his thighs as a tiny bit of his agony squirted out. He couldn’t understand why he felt too embarrassed to tell a little kid that was barely toilet-trained herself that the reason all his characters needed a toilet so much was because HE needed one so bad he couldn’t stop dancing. He wasn’t usually so shy about relieving himself, but he definitely was now.
It was just that… Well, he still wasn’t one hundred percent sure what behavior was appropriate inside a church or not. It was stupid, but he honestly didn’t know if saying “I have to pee” in church was frowned upon or something. He was probably worrying over nothing, but he so wanted to be on his best behavior for Alex tonight.
Speaking of Alex, he’d finally stopped talking with his Mom and had come over. “Hey guys,” he said. “What’cha doing?”
“Playing charades,” Charity said.
“All of Adam’s characters need the bathroom,” Prudence giggled. “And he keeps doing such a funny dance!”
Adam covered his face, trying to shield his blush as he continued on doing that ‘funny dance’ Prudence found so amusing. He stepped in place, his heels striking the ground in rapid succession. He swung his arms at his sides, his hands still curled into tight fists. He bounced up and down.
Alex laughed too, “Heh, I’m glad he’s kept you entertained. And it IS a funny dance,” he agreed. He looked back to Adam with a smile. “It looks super real, too! I didn’t know you were such a good actor, you must be awesome at this game!”
Adam chewed on his lip. He knew this was the perfect opportunity to tell Alex what he needed. He could easily say “Actually, I’m NOT acting, I really DO have to go, and I don’t know where the toilet is!” And, he was JUST about to say that, but Alex kept talking.
“We have to wrap the donations now,” Alex said. “Come on, I’m sure you’ll be great help.”
Charity and Prudence followed after Alex and Adam reluctantly did the same. The words “But I really have to pee!” were right there in his mouth, pressing against the back of his teeth, begging to spray out just like the liquid contained in his bladder. But, then he had a thought; What if Alex thought he was trying to get out of helping?
‘That’s ridiculous,’ Adam told himself. ‘Alex knows you too well to think you wouldn’t work on a charity project with him. Just tell him you have to go and you’ll be right back.’
His nonsensical worry chased away from his mind, Adam picked up the pace as he shadowed Alex into a new room. There was a pile of toys set up on a large table alongside several reams of wrapping paper. Adam grabbed hold of Alex’s arm and squeezed.
Instead of turning around and asking Adam what the matter was, Alex just reached to grab Adam’s hand and squeeze onto it. “Thank you so much for coming here with me,” he said.
“Alex, I—“
Alex led Adam to one of the chairs surrounding the table, then sat down beside him. He grabbed one of the toys and some of the supplies, then grabbed another box for Adam. As soon as Adam’s legs were hidden beneath the table, he wound them together and started to jiggle them like mad. His hands gripped tightly to the edge of his seat as his teeth ground against each other. He felt another spurt of pee slowly dribble out of his body, and the sweat that had been pouring down his back ever since he’d started getting desperate began to turn icy cold. He was going to burst!
“See?” Alex said. “ I told you, it’s nothing like where I used to go. It’s nice and friendly and—“
“Alex,” Adam said. “I need—“
“Oh, have you never wrapped stuff before?” Alex guessed. “It’s tricky the first time, I’ll help y—“
“Alex, I…” Adam lowered his voice as much as he could, which was a struggle because the intense pressure flooding his body was enough to make him scream. “I need the bathroom. Like, right now.”
Alex froze and stopped reaching for the wrapping paper. So, Adam wasn’t just a great actor, then. His silly dance had been genuine and Alex hadn’t realized. “Oh,” he said. “Um, can you wait until after we—“
“No!” Adam blurted before Alex could finish. “I can’t wait. It’s seriously SO bad, like you have no idea!”
If Adam had been dancing around the whole time he’d been playing with Prudence and Charity, then Alex knew that must have meant he’d been holding it a very long time and that it would be cruel to make him endure it much longer. He just didn’t want anyone to see them leave and think they were ditching. Granted, with how wriggly his poor boyfriend was he doubted anyone would really question where they were headed. “I’ll show you where the restroom is,” he said, pushing back his chair and standing up.
Adam followed suit, doubling over with a low groan as soon as he was back on his feet. He needed to pee so bad that he was getting kind of dizzy! The room was spinning and his cold sweat was becoming more like a cold shower!
Alex’s chest hurt as he watched Adam struggle to start walking again. Once they were out of the room, Alex grabbed onto his arm and squeezed it as he led him in the direction of the restroom. Alex knew they were really close, but as he felt Adam trembling beneath his touch he grew concerned that they weren’t close enough. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.
“I… This is probably dumb, but is it okay to say ‘I need to pee’ in church? Like, is that a sin, or like… Too vulgar, or—“
Alex couldn’t help it; He laughed. “Oh— Gosh, Adam… Why in the world would you think that?”
Adam worried at his lip, “I— I don’t know, I was just really worried I’d do something weird here without realizing it and mess up, and—“ He was interrupted when a long jet of pee hissed into his boxers. “Ahh— Please tell me we’re almost there?”
“We are, we are!” Alex assured. “And you haven’t messed anything up, I know you’ve never been somewhere like this before, but—“ He stopped himself. ‘Adam feels the same way I do all the time now…’ he realized. That meant, now it was Alex’s turn to show Adam that things weren’t as complicated as he thought. “Everybody’s really friendly and understanding here, they certainly wouldn’t condemn you for asking where the bathroom is…” He finally stopped at a pair of doors. “And they’re right h—“
Adam shoved his way through the door to the men’s room and Alex heard him ripping his zipper down before the door even swung shut behind him. ‘Poor thing…’ Alex thought, following him in. Instantly, Alex could hear the forceful splashing of a stream, and felt immense relief when he got further into the room and confirmed that it was hitting a urinal instead of the interior of Adam’s pants.
Adam was stood at the urinal, his head tipped back and his lips parted in utter relief. The slow drop in pressure taking place within his center felt like an early Christmas present to him. The simple fact that he didn’t have to exert any effort anymore, didn’t have to strain his muscles and could just relax and let his body complete this process on its own was such an immense joy. “Ahhhh….”
Alex decided he may as well go too and unzipped at the urinal next to Adam’s, a moment later a second stream began to gush away and Alex was shivering. Now that he was peeing, Alex was surprised by how good it felt and realized he must have been needing this a lot more than he’d thought. He’d been so caught up in the festivities he must not have been paying attention.
Alex’s release tapered off first, which was a bit of a concern to him. Adam had been spraying away before he’d even started going, and now he was still going strong after he’d finished. He hoped Adam hadn’t been holding so much that he’d hurt something…
Adam finally finished a few seconds later, fighting to catch his breath as he zipped he shook his prosthetic out and zipped his pants. “Thank you…” he said.
“Um… You’re welcome,” Alex said. “You’re good now? Ready to go finish the presents and stuff?”
“Yes, I’m very good now,” Adam promised. |
The camping trip was supposed to have been fun, but ever since night had begun to fall, everything started to go wrong. Adam had severely overestimated his ability to set up a tent. He’d gotten it to stand up eventually, but it was very lopsided. He’d also badly underestimated how hungry hiking through the woods was going to make him and Alex get. They’d eaten nearly all the food that was supposed to last them the entire weekend just in one afternoon. Upon realizing that they hadn’t brought enough supplies they decided they should probably leave. But, then it had started to rain. And not just a little rain, either. It began to pour.
Adam had been busy relieving himself against a tree when the sky split open and released an even bigger flood than the one Adam was letting out. It hadn’t been fun being stuck there, held hostage by his bladder as he tried to get it to finish emptying so he could go inside the tent where it was nice and dry.
But, shortly after he and Alex had gone into the tent, Adam was grateful he wasn’t still holding his pee. Thunder had begun to roar in the distance, and Alex had huddled himself against Adam, trembling harshly and clinging on tight. “Shhh…” Adam kept whispering. It felt nice to have Alex so close to him, but knowing the poor thing was pressed against him due to terror dampened the warmth he felt. “It’s okay… It’s okay… I’m here…”
Adam also felt horribly guilty. This trip had been his idea, and he’d completely neglected to check the weather forecast when he’d been planning it. He just hadn’t even thought about it. It was his fault they were out here in such a bad storm, and it was his fault Alex was so scared. All he could hope to do now was to soothe Alex enough that he maybe managed to fall asleep and ride out the storm. “It should be over in the morning, and then we’ll go home… Try to rest.”
Alex sniffled harshly, burying his face in Adam’s shirt as he continued shaking.
Adam stroked a hand down his back. “I’m right here,” he repeated. “You’re safe.” Adam tried to fall asleep as well, but it was hard to do with all the noise outside and the knowledge that Alex was so upset. He wrapped his arms around his partner and nuzzled him close, clinging to him and trying everything to make him feel safe. “I’ve got you…” he whispered.
Adam’s presence did seem to be comforting Alex, and eventually he stopped crying. Adam wished he would say something. Alex’s silence— apart from his sobs— during all this had been off-putting. “Are you feeling better at all?” Adam asked.
“Mmm…” Alex made a vague sound, that seemed neither positive nor negative. But, he did put his own arms around Adam, squeezing very tightly to him, like he was a life-raft in the middle of a vast ocean.
Even if Alex’s tears eventually stopped flowing, his trembling just kept on coming. If anything, it seemed to be getting worse. Alex shook restlessly in Adam’s arms, continuing to make those feeble, whimpering noises. Adam pressed his lips lightly against Alex’s cheek, “You’re alright…” he said, trying to impart some calm into him, but it didn’t work.
A couple hours passed in this way until Adam started to feel something warm against his leg. He was pretty confused until he heard Alex begin to cry again. “Alex, what’s—“
“I have to go!” Alex sobbed. “I can’t hold it!”
“Go…?” Adam repeated, before realizing what the sudden heat against his leg must have been. He started to sit up, even as Alex failed to let go of him and remained clinging to his body. Poor Alex! He must have been desperate to pee for so long already if he was starting to leak. Adam felt bad that he hadn’t realized the true meaning behind at least SOME of his fidgeting and shivering. “It’s okay,” he said for what must have been the thousandth time that night.
“It’s not,” Alex insisted, tears continuing to flow— But thank goodness his bladder wasn’t still doing the same. “I’m gonna pee my pants because I’m scared, like a baby!”
Adam shook his head, “You’re not a baby,” he promised. He wished Alex had said something a little sooner about needing to go, it pained him to see him so upset when he knew he should have been able to help. “I need you to let go of me, okay?”
Sniffling, Alex did so. He first wrapped his arms around his body for comfort, before jamming his hands between his legs to hold back his flood instead. His eyes squeezed shut and he moaned as he felt fresh heat flare against his palms.
Adam crawled over to his bag and started to rummage through it. He really didn’t want to make Alex go outside in the storm. It was the last thing he’d ever want to do to him. But it was obvious that, one way or another, Alex was going to pee before the storm was over. Adam just had to hope there was somewhere he could do it inside the tent. Other than his pants, anyway.
He found something pretty quickly; One of the large water bottles they’d drained throughout the day. Back when the sun was out and Alex had still felt safe and had been having fun and Adam had been certain nothing could go wrong. He twisted off the cap and Alex’s eyes cracked open when he heard the bottle’s top come off. His eyes widened when he saw it. He wanted nothing more than to relieve his poor, aching bladder into it… “Adam… Nnnh…” He strained as his legs coiled together and he bounced where he sat. “I don’t want to ruin your bottle.”
“Alex, that doesn’t matter right now,” Adam said. “You’re bursting.”
Alex thought he’d been ‘bursting’ a few hours ago. Now, he was pretty much in the process of exploding where he was. Pee was still leaking haphazardly from his bladder, his muscles feeling like they were being yanked and torn apart piece by piece. “You won’t be mad?”
Adam stared at him. In his eyes, Alex was the one who ought to have been mad at him. Adam had been the one that failed to pay attention to the weather forecast and caused Alex to spend a night in the dark woods as thunder roared. “Of course I won’t be, I’ll be more mad if you DON’T go and end up making yourself sick.”
Alex worried at his lip. He knew Adam obviously cared more about HIM than he did about a water bottle, but he was still going to feel bad about this. But first, he knew he was going to feel really, REALLY good. His bladder got ahead of him a bit and sent one more squirt of liquid into his boxers. “Ah! The bottle now, please?!” He whimpered.
Adam tried not to laugh as Alex went from hesitant, reluctant acceptance to eager begging in a matter of seconds. “Of course, here you go.” He placed the bottle in front of Alex and began to turn away.
Alex started lowering his pajama pants, muttering desperate, nonsensical gibberish about how much he needed a pee to himself. “Ohh… Can’t hold it! Gotta go so bad!” He got up onto his knees, positioned the bottle beneath the opening of his prosthetic and—
THOOM!
A loud crash of thunder made Alex jump, and his pelvic muscles tensed. “Ah!” he cried, beginning to shake once more. His eyes had gone wide with fright, and his heart had started to pound. Often, if Alex was startled like that when his bladder was full, he’d pee at least a little bit without meaning to. But, this time, the fear had caused his urine to remain locked inside his body instead. He sniffled as his tears returned and he tried to just relax and do what he had to do.
“Alex?” Adam asked, still facing the opposite direction.
“I’m scared, Adam,” Alex said. “I’m so scared that I can’t pee, and it hurts!”
Adam turned around then, “Shh… Don’t be scared,” he said. “It’s just the weather.”
“I know,” Alex said tearfully. “I’m so stupid.”
“You’re not, shhh…” Adam said. “I’m here, just relax.” He was a little alarmed now himself. While Adam had endured a few instances of his bladder getting stage-fright once it was time for it to do its thing, necessitating him taking slow, deep breaths while thinking very hard about waterfalls, he knew Alex very rarely had this happen. And, Adam knew also, that when it DID happen to Alex, it was scary for him. And, since Alex had already been scared more than enough tonight, Adam really didn’t want him to continue on feeling frightened.
Indeed, when Alex realized his body was going to be disobedient and not release his liquid, he did get scared. Being unable to relax his muscles enough to pee was such a rare occurrence for him that whenever it DID happen, it terrified him. It scared him that he could need to do something really badly and yet find himself incapable of it. It made him worry that that could happen with other body parts too. Like, one day he’d wake up and his lungs wouldn’t want to accept oxygen anymore even as he suffocated.
Adam had told him that that was incredibly unlikely. He’d told him that sometimes people just had a little trouble peeing and it was nothing to be afraid of. But, it still stressed Alex out the rare times it happened to him. And then it was like a self-fulfilling prophecy, because now that he was stressed out because he couldn’t pee, the stress was making it even harder to pee, which made him more stressed, which made it harder to pee. On and on and on.
When another crash of thunder startled him badly, but failed to startle the pee out of him, he began to tear up once again. “Adam…” he cried. “It hurts!” He felt so pathetic, sobbing to his boyfriend who was always so cool and calm and capable. Sobbing to him that he just needed to go pee… He couldn’t believe Adam hadn’t realized how unworthy he was of him yet.
“Shhh…” Adam hushed again. “I know…” He had one idea of something that may help Alex settle down and find the comfort he needed, but he wasn’t sure if Alex would want physical contact from him while he tried to do something so private. Still, he asked anyway. “Do you want me to hold you again?”
Alex remembered how soothed he had been at first by having Adam’s arms around him while he’d tried to sleep through the storm, feeling his body heat and hearing his breath. Up until his bladder had announced its intention to explode, Alex had been as comfortable as he could hope to get… “Yes, please,” he said.
“Okay,” Adam said. “No problem.” He crawled behind Alex, sat up onto his knees and gently held onto him, stroking a hand down Alex’s stomach. Adam almost jumped when his palm ran over the strange, hard lump in Alex’s lower belly. That hadn’t been there before. And Alex whimpered loudly at the contact, like it was causing him pain. ‘Holy shit, is that his bladder?’ Adam thought, his heart beginning to pound. THAT could not have been good for Alex’s health. “Sorry…” Adam whispered, moving his hand up higher and rubbing a soothing circle into Alex’s stomach.
If that solid swell in Alex’s center really WAS his bladder—Adam couldn’t think of anything else it could possibly be— Adam was concerned about if the bottle would even be big enough. It was a bottle meant for use at a gym, so it held an entire liter. Adam just had to hope Alex’s bladder couldn’t ALSO hold that much. Making the poor thing stop midstream so Adam could get him a second bottle would be brutal.
But, before he worried about the capacity of Alex’s bladder, Adam had to worry about getting it to empty out at all. Alex still hadn’t started to pee, and his choppy, panicked breaths were very loud to Adam now thanks to their close proximity. “Shhhhh…” Adam said, still stroking Alex’s belly. “Relax…”
“It hurts so bad, Adam,” Alex moaned.
“I know…” Adam said.
“I’m scared, what if it never comes out?” Alex asked.
“It WILL come out, I promise,” Adam said, hoping he wasn’t going to end up having to take Alex to a doctor to make that happen. He didn’t mention that to Alex though, planting the idea in his mind that this could result in hospitalization would do absolutely nothing to help him now.
Adam tried to think of something that WOULD help, and remembered an early Saturday morning a few months ago. He and Alex had woken up and had had nowhere to go, so they stayed in bed and cuddled for a while. Then they started to roughhouse with each other a bit, and at one point Adam had Alex pinned against the bed and was tickling him in every spot he could reach. He’d had no idea Alex was so ticklish, but no matter where Adam tried, Alex would laugh and snort and Adam’s heart would flutter at the sound. But, then Alex suddenly stopped laughing so hard and his face turned very pale. “Ahah— Adam—Adam, STOP. STOP NOW.”
Adam was unused to hearing Alex speak in such a firm, serious tone of voice, so he immediately stopped and backed away. “What’s the matter, did I pinch y—“
Alex immediately bolted to his feet, his hands between his legs, and a wet patch growing over the crotch on his pajama bottoms. Adam realized then that he’d made Alex laugh way harder than a person should before they’d had their morning pee.
When Alex came back from the restroom, red in the face and trying to catch his breath, Adam wasn’t sure if he should apologize or pretend it hadn’t happened. Alex seemed keen on not acknowledging it, so Adam didn’t either.
Remembering it now, Adam thought that maybe if he made Alex laugh again, he’d finally go. “Um… Remember that morning I tickled you too much?” He asked.
Alex somehow managed to go tenser. He definitely remembered it. And, he’d thought that since Adam hadn’t said anything to him about it after he’d relieved himself, that the other hadn’t noticed how he’d nearly had an accident. Apparently not, though. “Y—Yes…”
“Well, you’re having… trouble now. Maybe if I do it again…?” Adam trailed off.
Alex was willing to try anything to get his bladder to drain. “Okay,” he said.
And Adam began to lightly tickle Alex’s belly. He didn’t want to put Alex into hysterics, if he got him rolling around and flailing like he’d been that morning then if he DID start peeing, Adam doubted much of it would end up in the bottle where it belonged.
It was enough to get Alex laughing though, his body shaking even through the pain still swelling his abdomen. After only a few seconds, Alex’s bladder broke open and his stream spilled forth. It really spilled, hitting the material of the sleeping bag at first. “Heheh—Adam stop, I’m—Haha—I’m going!— I gotta aim!”
Adam stilled his hands and just continued to hold Alex as the other corrected his aim so that his stream hissed and poured into the bottle. Once the sound of liquid loudly splashing against plastic became audible, both of them let out sighs of relief. Adam because he was so happy Alex was all better now and had overcome his nervous bladder, and Alex because… Well, he was finally PEEING.
“Ahhhh…” Alex moaned, finally from pleasure instead of agony. He felt his bladder starting to shrink down, pressure fading as all the liquid he’d been made to restrain inside himself was finally being ejected.
Adam felt weird hugging onto Alex like this while he was urinating. It didn’t gross him out or anything, Alex couldn’t help this after all. It just— Well, it was such a personal, private thing to do, and so having him resting in his arms as he did it felt unusual. After a few moments of Alex letting out relieved, steadying breaths, Adam realized that it didn’t feel unusual in a bad way. Alex must have trusted him a whole awful lot to feel comfortable enough to do this in his arms.
Then, Alex started to shiver, and Adam felt the way his body shook all up and down his spine. This wasn’t like the terrified shaking he’d been doing earlier, this was obviously something much more pleased. Alex kept shivering and shuddering with the relief of it all, and Adam felt every jolt of it. It made him feel like he was experiencing Alex’s relief for himself.
After Alex had been spraying away for a bit, Adam knew he had to ask. “Um… Keep an eye on the bottle, okay? Make sure you don’t overflow.”
“Ahhh…” Alex sighed in response. “It’s not full yet…” his voice was soft and light and breathy. “An’ I’m almost done…” After a few final spurts, he was empty and started to pull his pants back up before closing the bottle, one last shiver passing through him as he did so. He scooted back onto his sleeping bag, now starting to blush as he remembered all the crying and whining he’d done earlier. “I’m sorry…” he said. “I’m so weak.”
Adam crawled over to pick up the bottle. “Um… No,” he said as his eyes widened. “Alex, I’d say you’re actually really, really strong.”
“I’m not… I cried because I had to pee, I’m—“
“Well, you were holding almost an entire liter,” Adam said. The bottle was nearly filled to the top, only a tiny bit of space left inside it. “So, I’d be more surprised if you DIDN’T cry… That must have hurt.”
“It really did… Is that a lot?” Alex asked.
“Yeah,” Adam said. “And, I’d say the fact you actually kept that in you for so long means you’re super strong.” |
Alex’s top surgery and his recovery had gone wonderfully! The moment the bandages had come off and Alex finally got a good look at his new, perfect body, he’d very nearly cried with happiness. He looked just like how he did in his best dreams. He no longer had to change his shirts in the dark, or feel scared whenever someone bumped against his chest. Adam could touch him anywhere now, and it would feel good! Front-hugs wouldn’t be uncomfortable anymore, swimming would be so much easier… And, best of all, he knew that from now on when he looked in a mirror, he would like everything that he saw there.
He had a new appreciation for his body now. When he’d gotten the chance, he’d taken off his clothes in the bathroom and just looked at himself. The shape of his hips was still a little wonky, he was still shorter than the average person, he still had that embarrassing birthmark on the left side of his butt, he still had a bit of unwanted roundness around his stomach… But, none of that bothered him like it once did. His body was his. It finally felt like HIS body, these little flaws and all.
Adam opened the door to the restroom and jumped slightly. “O—Oh, sorry. Didn’t know you were in here.”
Alex blushed. Instinctively, he reached to cover his chest. Then felt like an idiot. The whole reason he was so happy was because there wasn’t a problem with his chest anymore. No reason to hide it. “H—Hey, Adam…”
Adam stepped in. “Alex, you look amazing, you know that?”
“I FEEL amazing,” Alex nodded.
“I mean, you were hot before,” Adam said. “But now… Jeez, Alex. I never noticed how buff your shoulders are!”
Alex smiled, “Eheh… You like?”
“I love,” Adam said. “You’re so… You’re a REALLY good-looking guy, Alex. Can’t believe I get to have you all to myself. I’m so lucky.”
Alex knew he was turning even redder. He’d always felt unworthy of Adam. Adam was so cool, and knowledgable and capable. And Alex just… Wasn’t. “I love you,” Alex said. “I wouldn’t even be ME if it wasn’t for you. I’d still be trying to force myself to be what Papa wanted and not even understanding why it all felt so wrong.” He felt awkward having this conversation with his clothes off, but he could tell by Adam’s blushing and staring that he didn’t mind the view. He DID notice Adam was rocking on his feet a little for some reason though. “Why… Why do you like me?”
“Because you’re the sweetest, most kind, most understanding and open-minded person I have ever known,” Adam said, crossing one leg over the other. “And, the fact you turned out this way when you were brought up by people trying to make you the complete opposite means you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known, too. I could never love anyone as much as I love you.”
“Even though I need help with stuff all the time?”
“Part of being together is helping one another,” Adam assured, uncrossing his legs and recrossing them the other way. “Taking care of one another. I love seeing you learn and discover new things, it makes me feel like I’m seeing them in a whole new way.”
Alex smiled, “I have a lot of fun learning stuff with y—“ he stopped, realizing that Adam wasn’t staring at HIM as much anymore. His gaze kept flicking to the toilet he was blocking. “Oh, right. You… Came in here because you need to go, didn’t you?”
“Yeah…” Adam said with a blush. “You… Distracted me. But. Yeah. I really have to—“
Alex stepped out of his way.
Adam felt a little awkward unzipping and pulling himself out in front of Alex. He knew he shouldn’t have since they peed together so often, but it still felt weird doing it when he was the only one peeing. It actually took him a few extra seconds to get started. “Ahhh…” he sighed as his stream released. “We should go out to dinner tonight to celebrate your surgery,” he said.
“Okay!” Alex agreed happily.
So, that was what they did. They went out to a nice restaurant and had a very, very nice dinner. Alex had ordered some chicken wings, but he had no idea what made ‘jerk chicken’ special until he’d taken a bite and his tastebuds caught fire. The flavor was very, very good. But, it was also the spiciest thing Alex had ever tasted. Immediately, his eyes were wide and his brow was sweating. “Oh, hot…” he said, poking his tongue out and reaching for his water glass.
“You okay?” Adam asked, looking up from his own plate of food.
“Not… Not used to spicy stuff,” Alex said. He’d tried hot potato chips before, but they couldn’t compare to whatever spices were on those wings.
“Do you still like them?”
“Yeah,” Alex nodded. “They taste good, just… wasn’t expecting them to be so hot.” He took another bite. Again, the meat was delicious and the flavor was intense… But, the heat made him feel like steam was going to come out of his ears. After every bite, he swallowed a few more mouth fulls of water, and he had to continually get up to refill his glass.
Adam watched his boyfriend’s face turning pink and blotchy, watched as sweat went down his face in rivers, watched as he chugged down more and more fluid… “I think… I think, like, ranch dressing can cool down spicy foods some. Maybe I can ask if they’ve got some of that to dip those in?”
“N—No,” Alex said. “It’s weird, but I… I think I like that it burns? Is that bad?”
Adam cracked up. “Well, no. It’s not bad. Just means we found one more new thing you enjoy.”
Alex nodded, “I really like this,” he agreed. He took another bite, and washed it down with another half a glass of water. “It hurts, but… It hurts in a good way. I don’t know. My mouth’s all tingly.”
Adam smiled, “Heh, well if you like spicy foods I know a few recipes. Just never tried them with you because I didn’t think you’d enjoy that.”
“Make them all,” Alex suggested.
“Of course, sweet thing.”
By the time they’d finished eating and had paid, Adam had lost track of how much water Alex had gulped down. He’d finished every last bit of his food though, and Adam had even noticed him trying to discreetly lick his fingers off without anyone seeing. It had made his chest feel warm. He’d meant what he’d said; he loved seeing Alex discover new things, especially when he ended up really enjoying them. “Ready to go?” Adam asked.
Alex nodded and stood up. Now that he was on his feet and no longer distracted by eating or by having a conversation, he was able to better recognize a VERY pressing need he’d been ignoring. It was only a half hour drive back home, but Alex did NOT think he could make that. “O—Oooh… Adam, I… I gotta go before we leave, is that okay?”
Adam wasn’t surprised. Alex had drank so much water that he ought to have been growing gills. “Of course that’s okay. I kinda need to go too,” he said.
The two headed to the bathroom in the back of the restaurant, and while Adam’s bladder was empty in around twenty seconds, Alex continued to gush into the urinal for almost an entire minute, shivering the whole time. He stepped back and zipped up, exhaling. “Ahhh, wow. I really needed that…”
Adam nodded. It sure was a good thing Alex had done that before they left… No way would he have made it home holding so much…
***
“Adam, I don’t think I’m gonna make it!” Alex moaned, bouncing up and down in his seat. One of his hands was gripping onto his seatbelt, trying to pull it away from his entirely too full bladder, while the other one was wedged firmly between his legs. “I can’t hold it!”
“You can do it!” Adam encouraged. “We’re almost home! Just a few more minutes!”
“Can’t wait…” Alex chanted to himself miserably. “Can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t wait!” His hips wriggled, his thighs clenched themselves together, and his legs scissored back and forth so fast they were little more than a blur. He couldn’t believe he had to go this bad again already! He just couldn’t! It could not have been more than twenty minutes since he’d last relieved his bladder, but apparently that was just enough time for his kidneys to dump another gallon of liquid down into it. “Ooooh!” he whimpered. “Hurry… Hurry, please hurry up?!”
“I’m going as fast as I can,” Adam assured. His eyes scanned the surrounding area, searching for a gas station or a particularly dense patch of foliage in which Alex could empty himself out, but there was nothing. They were already in their neighborhood, the only buildings were homes or apartment complexes belonging to people Adam wasn’t familiar enough with to go knocking on the doors of. The only bushes were growing out in those people’s yards, and even with as desperate to pee as poor Alex clearly was, he’d never be willing to do it on someone else’s property like that. He’d be terrified of the owner seeing and getting angry, maybe even calling the police… “Just a few more streets, alright Alex? Just a few more, I promise.”
Adam was scared that even that little bit of distance would prove to be too much… And then, of course, Alex would have to climb up the stairs to their apartment. Adam had had to reach the apartment while carting a full bladder plenty of times to know it wasn’t a fun experience. He’d had a few instances of quick, embarrassing little dribbles on those steps and knew there was a very slim chance of Alex reaching the toilet completely dry— Hell, he may have leaked a tiny bit already.
“Nnnnhhh,” Alex whined harshly in the back of his throat. “I’m never drinking that much again!” He’d been mostly doubled over for the last ten minutes, but now he threw himself backwards against his seat, leaning his head back to stare up at the ceiling and hiss out a fierce, pained gust of air through his clenched teeth.
Adam felt terrible of course, even though there was nothing he could have done. He’d done everything he could have to prevent this. He’d taken Alex for a pee right before they’d left the restaurant, and he’d thought that would be enough to tide his bladder over until they were home, but clearly it wasn’t. He’d never before seen anyone get THIS desperate for a piss so soon after just taking one, but he’d also never before seen anyone drink THAT much in such a short period of time… “Almost there,” he kept repeating, and he was no longer sure if he was trying to reassure Alex or himself. “Almost there, almost there…”
“Hurrrryyyyyy!” Alex begged. He stopped fiddling with his seatbelt and held himself with both hands. When the car went over a speed bump, a splash of pee wet his boxers and tears joined the sweat that had been cascading down his face.
Adam made one final turn, and they were in the parking lot for their building. He quickly found a vacant spot to leave the car, thankfully one very close to the apartment. He shut the car off and turned to Alex. “You made it!” he said. “We’re here!”
Alex frantically tore off his seatbelt and flung open the door, throwing himself outside… He regretted his harsh, hasty movements when his feet hit the ground and sent a ripple of sheer, needy pain through his bladder, which responded by ejecting yet another spurt into his boxers. “Ahh—! Adam, I can’t wait anymore, it’s coming out!”
Adam got out of the car and frantically looked back and forth. The stairway leading to their apartment was pretty dark this late in the evening… Though, Alex would be mortified with shame once his head cleared and he realized what a big puddle he’d left on the steps. There were bushes outside the building. And, hey, a few of them were turning kind of brown and could maybe actually USE a bit of ‘watering’…
The complex DID have security cameras though. Would they be in trouble if Alex released his flood on the plants? Even if they were just met with a light reprimand, Adam knew Alex would be in tears after being called out for his desperate act…
Alex. had begun to head in the direction of the apartment, but had stopped at the foot of the stairs. He was hopping up and down, more or less skipping in place there, then he went very, very still and crumpled in on himself. Adam hurried over, afraid that he’d started to have a total accident. But, when he reached his partner, he was miraculously still dry.
“I can’t do the stairs, Adam,” Alex moaned tearfully. “I can’t, or else I’ll—“
Adam looked at the staircase, then back at Alex. He and Alex were about the same size. They were EXACTLY the same height, and Adam was only very, very slightly broader than Alex. Adam HAD been trying to work out a little bit more lately, and he could now exercise with twenty pound weights for quite a while before he got too worn out… Alex no doubt weighed a LOT more than that, and Adam’s weights had never been squirming and twisting as he’d lifted them, but it was a short walk up the stairs. And Alex needed him. Adam liked to think he was ALWAYS strong enough to be what Alex needed. “Would it help if I carried you?”
Alex uncrossed his legs for a moment, then urgently crossed them back in the other direction as Adam picked up on a very, very quiet hissing noise that he tried his best not to acknowledge. “I can’t go up the stairs…” he repeated.
“Okay, I’ll get you up them,” Adam said. “You’ll be alright.”
“Mmmf,” Alex made a vague sound as he nodded, but didn’t look certain of this at all. “But, Adam… What if I— What if— And you’re holding me!”
Adam really HOPED Alex didn’t end up losing the fight against his bladder while in his arms. He wouldn’t be angry if Alex DID do that, of course. He’d know he certainly hadn’t done it on purpose. Still, one of their rabbits had had a little accident while in Adam’s lap once and that hadn’t felt particularly good… And, unlike a rabbit, Alex would be incredibly upset and humiliated if he not only wet his pants, but drenched someone else along with him. Adam didn’t want Alex to have to suffer through the embarrassment and mortification of all that, he’d be devastated! “If you… Do that,” Adam said. “Then, that’s just an excuse for us to shower together, right?”
Alex’s teeth sunk into his lip, which he’d already chewed raw and red while they’d been in the car. “You won’t be mad?”
“Of course not,” Adam said. “I’d just feel bad that you were in so much pain your body couldn’t handle it anymore.”
Alex swayed on his feet uncertainly, looking up at the staircase. His bladder convulsed and shook just at the sight of it, pounding and pounding away inside him. He shook his head. “I can’t. I’ll… I’ll go. I need you.”
“Okay,” Adam said. “On the count of three… One… Two…”
On three, Alex’s world tilted, his legs were flung into the air and Adam’s arm wrapped around his back. “Hnnnng!!” he moaned, an urgent, uncontainable jet of urine spraying through his trembling muscles. He tried to hold as still as he could to make Adam’s job easier, but his hips continued to twist back and forth, hands kneading themselves into his crotch. The unwanted spurt of pee quickly grew into a shuddering stream. “Hurry!” he begged.
And, Adam did. Alex was heavy, and it felt awkward carrying someone that was the same size as him, but Adam was surprised at how easy it was after a few steps. “I’ve got you,” he said. “You’re gonna make it. Almost there. Almost there.” He tried to pretend he hadn’t noticed the sound of Alex’s pee soaking into his boxers.
As Adam carried him up the stairs, Alex’s bladder sloshed back and forth with the movement. But, he was still pretty sure this wasn’t as painful as trying to traverse them on his own would be. When they reached their apartment, Adam set Alex down as gently as he could, but even though the impact of his feet touching the ground was very light, it was still enough to send a searing, bright hot bolt of pain into his bladder. “I’m— I’m gonna—“
Adam hurriedly yanked out the key and unlocked the door in record time. He flung it open and held it in place for Alex to limp his way through. “You made it,” Adam told him. “You made it…”
Thank goodness the bathroom was so close to the door… Alex hurried into it, not bothering to shut the door behind himself. There was no time for that, not when he’d already started to have an accident. Bobbing in place and jumping from side to side in front of the toilet, he tore down his zipper and freed his prosthetic. He actually carried on squirming a little as his pee hissed out. He blinked away a few tears as it registered to him that he’d finally made it. He was stood at the toilet, peeing away. He didn’t have to hold anything anymore. He could finally relax. When he at last accepted that he was safe and free and that everything was better, he started to shiver. “Mmmm…” he hummed out a satisfied breath.
His pee stream was incredibly clear. Not even a hint of yellow coloration. It was like he was peeing out pure water… It splashed and hissed into the bowl and Alex felt so, so much better… Once he’d finally stopped pouring, he tucked himself back into his shorts and zipped up. “Phew…” he exhaled. That was close!
Adam entered the restroom. He’d been waiting right outside the door. He knew it was maybe a little silly to wait for Alex out in the hall when Alex relieved himself in front of him so often, and they shared the toilet at least once a week, but he still felt weird about watching Alex at the climax of such a private catastrophe. “You okay?”
Alex nodded. “Sorry… I… Sorry I made you carry me like that.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Adam said. “I offered to do it, didn’t I? And now my sweet thing is all better!” He stepped closer to Alex and reached up to wipe a tear off his cheek. “Isn’t he?”
Alex blushed and laughed under his breath, “Heh… Yeah, I am a lot better,” he agreed. “Um… Even though I didn’t… Um… Do you still want to shower together?”
“I’d love to,” Adam said. “You need something to help you relax after all that!”
The shower did help Alex relax. He loved showering with Adam a LOT. And, now that he’d gotten his chest fixed, he liked it even more because there wasn’t anything that got in the way of their fun. Alex loved it when Adam rubbed soap over his body for him. He loved it when Adam lightly kissed his way down his back. And, after surgery, he’d discovered that one thing he really, REALLY loved was how it felt when Adam rubbed his nipples.
It was so strange. Before, when his chest had been all wrong and had hurt him to look at, if Adam accidentally touched him there— even through his clothes— he would tense up and get that icky, bad twisting feeling… But, now that his body looked how it was supposed to, having Adam stroke around his nipples made him break out into moans so perverse he could barely believe they were coming out of his mouth. It felt so good to have Adam run his hands down Alex’s nice, flat, smooth chest. It felt so right.
Partway through the shower though, Alex had to pee yet again. The fault of all the running water, no doubt. “Adam…” Alex mumbled into his partner’s mouth mid-kiss. “I— I need to… Go. Again.”
Adam pulled back, “Just let it out, we’re in the shower,” he said. “No big deal.”
Alex had peed in the shower lots of times, he just usually tried NOT to if Adam was in here with him. But, if Adam didn’t mind… Alex spread his legs apart slightly and relaxed, another clear stream of pee trickling out of him and making him shiver in spite of the warm water pelting him.
Adam did watch as his boyfriend relieved himself this time. It was a little hard not to given their close proximity. He was a little startled by how long his boyfriend’s release lasted, considering he’d only just gone… That had certainly been too much water at the restaurant. Poor thing was probably gonna be peeing all night…
Well, at least he was at home now. A toilet would be easily available until all that fluid finally finished flushing out of him.
Once they’d finished getting ready for bed, the two each had one last pee before sleep, this time choosing to go together even though neither of them had been in a particularly severe state of need. This habit of theirs of sharing the toilet had started because sometimes they just couldn’t wait on each other to finish, it was just a necessity. But, at some point it had begun to feel… So intimate. Doing such a private thing in each other’s company made them feel closer and closer to one another. Neither one had ever said as much, both thinking that it was too strange to talk about, but even if they never spoke of it, neither thought they’d stop doing this any time soon.
Both now with freshly emptied bladders, the pair climbed into bed. “Goodnight, sweet thing…” Adam said, kissing Alex on the cheek. “I love you.”
Alex’s body warmed. He was surprised at how good Adam’s kisses still made him feel, even after having received so many… “I love you, too.”
***
This was the longest bathroom line Alex had ever seen. And, of course, he and Adam had to be stuck at the very, very end of it. And, of course, he had to be holding what felt like thirty seven lake’s worth of pee. And, of course, there had to be a trickling, decorative fountain not too far away.
Alex’s hands were clinging onto Adam’s arm, his nails leaving little indentations in his skin, but he couldn’t help it. He had to squeeze SOMETHING and he didn’t want to hold himself in public if he could help it. “Adam…” he whispered. “I can’t hold it!”
“I’m sorry…” Adam said. “I wish there was something I could do… But, you heard what they said, only one of the urinals is working right now.”
“They need to fix the other ones!” Alex whined. “I’m gonna explode!”
“Just… Just try to hang on,” Adam said. “There’s nowhere else to go. It will be your turn soon enough, I promise.”
Unless Alex’s turn came in the next ten seconds, then no. It wouldn’t be his turn ‘soon enough’. He hopped from foot to foot before leaning himself into Adam. “I can’t wait…”
“Just… Try your best,” Adam said. “You’ll be okay.”
Alex didn’t think he’d be okay at all! His insides felt all engorged and stretched out. His bladder HURT. His urethra was BURNING. He felt horrible pressure all throughout his body, intense fullness swelling every nook and cranny in him. And the line was barely MOVING.
It hadn’t moved at ALL for a few minutes, and then a man left the bathroom, sighing very loudly, “Ahhh… Did NOT think I was gonna make that…” he said softly, just barely loud enough for Alex to hear. Those words were like a mallet to Alex’s bladder, striking it and making it shoot out a little squirt of its burden. “Adam, I can’t hold it!” he said yet again. “I’m… I’m gonna— Please, find me somewhere else? Please? I’ll go anywhere!” He released Adam’s arm from his grip and tucked his hands between his legs. He didn’t care about looking decent in public anymore. Flooding his pants here would be a whole lot worse than holding himself.
Adam craned his neck to get a better view of the line, then shook his head. “I… I guess you can’t wait through this…” he admitted. “Don’t worry, I’ll find you somewhere.” He led Alex away from the line and past the giant fountain. As liquid spurted in heavy streams from its openings, liquid tried to do the same thing through Alex’s own opening… He doubled over on himself and moaned, imagining himself jumping into the fountain, sitting down and just letting it all flow into his pants without anyone being able to tell.
“Maybe I can go in the fountain!” Alex said to Adam. “Please, Adam?”
Adam seemed to consider it, but then he said “No, look…” he gestured to a sign next to the fountain Alex hadn’t seen before.
‘NO PLAYING IN THE FOUNTAIN. PENALTY; FIVE THOUSAND DOLLAR FINE.’
Well. That was a little… Disproportionate, Alex thought. He wanted to argue that he wasn’t going to play in it, just pee, but THAT would probably result in an even bigger fine if he was caught.
“I’ll find you somewhere better, don’t worry.” Adam stated once more, and they were off walking again— Or, stumbling in Alex’s case. It was not easy to walk and cross his legs at the same time. He wished he could fly… Or teleport. That would be nice. He’d teleport himself inside a restroom, right in front of a urinal, and then he’d go and go and—
Hss!
Alex’s legs snapped together as his all too tantalizing fantasy coaxed out a short spurt of his burden. “Oooh!”
Adam put an arm around him. “Alex? I think we’re the only people here. So, if you can’t wait…”
Alex looked up. He was in a big, grassy field now. Apparently, Adam had led him outside and he’d just been so caught up in his desperation that he hadn’t noticed. But, that didn’t matter. They were outside, alone. And when they were outside, alone, Alex could just… unzip and pee! He squeezed his eyes shut as his hand went to his zipper and began to tug it down—
“Heh, sweet thing… What are you doing?” Adam asked.
“I can’t wait anymore! I gotta do it here!” Alex cried out, his hips twisting and legs shaking.
“Um… You can’d do it here, silly,” Adam said. “I promise, we’ll get off at the next stop and find you somewhere.”
Alex’s eyes popped back open and he realized that they were now on a bus. A very, very crowded bus. He couldn’t believe he’d almost whipped it out and pissed onto the floor in front of all these people! “Wha— Where’d the field go?” he demanded in confusion.
“What field?” Adam asked. “Look, I know we’ve been on here a long time, and I know you REALLY have to go, but you’ve gotta hold it for now, okay?”
Alex nodded miserably. He wanted to be back in the field… The field had been filled with the promise of relief… This bus was filled with the promise of desperation, pain, accidents and humiliation.
The bus came to a stop. “Alright,” Adam said. “Come on, time to get you to a toilet.”
Alex allowed Adam to lead him from the bus, allowed Adam to maneuver him down the sidewalk, allowed Adam to take him into a store, and stood there, dancing quietly as Adam asked; “Hey, is there a bathroom we can use, please?”
The man behind the counter shook his head. “Bathroom’s for customers only,” he said gruffly.
“I understand, but it’s an emergency,” Adam said. “We were just on a bus for seventeen hours.”
‘Seventeen hours!?’ Alex thought. Wow! No wonder he was about to blow! Weird that Adam didn’t seem to need to go as well… “Pl—Please?” Alex squeaked. “I promise I’ll be fast!”
“No,” the man said.
“Fine,” Adam said. “I’ll buy something. What can I get for—“
“I don’t even serve your kind here,” the man interrupted.
And now he’d done it. Now, Adam was mad. Alex could tell from the way his back straightened and his chest puffed out. “The Hell does that mean? Our kind?”
“Queers,” the man said. “Why would I let you use the bathroom here when you don’t even know which bathroom to use?”
Now, Alex was both scared right down to his bones, and so full of pee he could feel it all the way up to his ribcage. He shook from much more than desperation. What had he done wrong? His voice had cracked a lot when he’d begged for the toilet, was that it? Was it his long hair? But, lots of guys had long hair, right? Alex LIKED his long hair! Was it because he was too short? Lots of guys were short, too!
“You know discrimination is illegal, right?” Adam asked. “I could report you.”
“Don’t care,” the man said. “I don’t need a couple of freaks in my store, get the Hell out.”
Alex was trying so hard not to leak. But, his body wanted to leak from everywhere. His body wanted him to cry. His body wanted him to pee… “C—Come on, Adam,” Alex said.
“Yeah,” Adam said. “Screw this guy, he’s a piece of shit…” He took Alex by the arm and led him back out. “You know what?” he said. “Go pee on the wall. He deserves it.”
Alex didn’t have to be told twice, he scrambled around to the back of the building. “Come keep watch for me, okay?” he asked, fighting with his zip.
“Of course,” Adam said, standing himself at Alex’s back.
Alex’s bladder already felt light and loose as he lowered his zip… Finally, relief… Beautiful, beautiful relief at long, long last…
But, then when he started to pull himself out, the wall in front of him was gone. There was nothing for him to release his bladder onto. He was staring straight down at some carpet… Some very, very familiar carpet.
“She was talking to the neighbor again Papa,” Alex heard his sister Patience saying. “I saw her.”
It took him a few seconds of bleary confusion to realize that when Patience said ‘she’, she was referring to him. The neighbor was, of course, Adam. When Alex looked down again, he wasn’t himself anymore. He was the person he’d pretended to be at his old home. His chest was back to the way it had been before, and he wasn’t even wearing anything to help flatten it. He WAS wearing a long skirt, and when he opened his mouth, and spoke, his voice sounded high and airy. “Wh—Where’s Adam?” he asked. “What happened to me?”
Papa was looking at him now, “She corrupted you, that’s what happened to you. And you won’t be seeing her ever again.”
Again, it took Alex several seconds to figure out that ‘she’ referred to Adam. “He didn’t!” Alex said. “Why am I back here again? I left!”
“You didn’t leave,” Papa said. “You’re never leaving. I won’t allow it.”
Alex took several terrified steps back, tripping over his long skirt, and needing to steady himself against a wall. The sudden jolt reminded him of his need for the bathroom and he put a hand between his legs. He was startled when he didn’t feel his prosthetic, but realized he should have expected that. “Y—You’re lying! I did leave! I left, and I’m never coming back!”
“Young lady,” Papa raised his voice. “You have no right talking back to me, and don’t you dare touch yourself like some kind of heathen.”
Alex couldn’t let go of himself though. If he did, he’d pee, and that would make Papa even madder. “And— And Adam didn’t corrupt me! You did! Adam’s only ever told me the truth, and all you’ve ever done is lie!”
Papa reached forward and grabbed him by the arm, “In your room,” he snarled, dragging him off. He took Alex back to his old room and shoved him in. Alex heard the lock click on the other side and knew he would not be seeing a toilet any time soon. Tears fell from his eyes and momentarily blinded him. Once they cleared, he was no longer in his old home. His Papa was gone. He was laying on a blanket in the grass.
Alex hurriedly sat up and looked down at himself. His body was back. HIS body. His real one. He was wearing the clothes he liked, and when he felt around his front, his prosthetic was back. And Adam was beside him. Immediately, Alex turned and hugged him.
“Aww…” Adam said, nuzzling him. “Did you have a nice nap?”
“I had a nightmare,” Alex said. “I was back at the old place, and Papa was telling me I never really left, and—“
“You DID leave,” Adam reassured. “You’re right here with me now, and you never, ever have to go back…” He gave Alex a soft kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry…” He stroked Alex’s arm. “Poor thing, you’re shaking! That must have been a really bad dream!”
Alex nodded, “It was awful!” he said. “My body was all wrong again. And, Papa was shouting. And I…” The pressure from his bladder returned full force. “I also had to go to the bathroom really, really bad. And I still do.”
“Oh,” Adam said. “Well, that’s the only part of the dream that was real. Do you want me to take you now?”
Alex nodded, “I’m gonna burst!” he insisted, pressing his hands back against his crotch and shimmying his hips, jiggling where he sat.
“No problem,” Adam said. “There probably won’t be much of a line since the show’s about to start…” He stood and held out his hand for Alex, whom finally remembered then that they were at an outdoor music festival. Oh, he hoped that didn’t mean he was gonna have to use a gross portable toilet… Even if he didn’t have to sit down on it, the smell was still awful to have to endure.
Alex took Adam’s hand in his own and gently stood. Standing made it even more apparent just how badly he needed to go. “Is it close?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Adam promised. “Come on…” He gently helped Alex traverse the crowd in such a way that he didn’t get knocked around too much, and his bladder didn’t get TOO angry with all the jostling. Once they were out of the crowd, they were standing in front of a small building with two doors, one with a blue stickman and the other with a pink one. Good. Actual, flushing toilets. And not second too soon.
“I’ve kinda gotta go too,” Adam said, opening the door to the men’s room and stepping inside. Alex followed after, very eager to make use of what was in there. “That’s weird…” Adam said.
“What’s weird?” Alex asked, peeking around Adam. He understood then. There wasn’t anything in here Alex could empty out into. There were marks on the floors where the stalls and toilets used to be, but that was all. Where the urinals and sinks once were, there were now just protruding, leaky pipes. And boy were those leaky pipes loud! Every drip, drip, drip that plinked out of them seemed to cause another new drip to be added to the ocean already being contained in Alex’s bladder. “Adam… It’s an emergency!” he said.
Adam had started to rock back and forth, “Oh, yeah. It definitely is. I’m seriously bursting all of the sudden.” He jiggled and crossed his legs, dancing an awful lot for someone that had seemed perfectly fine a few seconds ago.
‘The leaky pipes must be bugging him, too,’ Alex thought, coiling his legs together and leaning against the wall for support.
“Maybe the women’s room is better?” Adam suggested.
“We’ll get in trouble!” Alex said.
Adam shrugged, “Like you said, it’s an emergency,” he reminded. “Besides, the kind of person who’d get mad at us for being in there is the same kind of person that would say we should be FORCED to go in there if they knew we were trans. Isn’t that kinda funny?”
Alex didn’t think anything was funny right now. He needed the bathroom too badly to find humor in anything. “I— I don’t— I just need to GO, Adam…”
“I know, I know,” Adam said. And the two left this room and tried the women’s side instead. They did not have better luck there. Again, the bathroom had been dismantled. No toilets to pee into, not even any sinks to use as a last resort.
“Adam, I’m gonna have an accident,” Alex admitted miserably. It felt like he’d been holding it for DAYS. No doubt the result of his VERY elaborate pee dream from earlier.
“We’ll find somewhere,” Adam said, exiting the room.
But, they didn’t. They looked for a toilet for what felt like hours. They tried just relieving themselves on the grass or behind a bush, but no matter where they went there was always someone watching, someone who would yell at them that they were absolutely NOT allowed to pee outside here. Through it all, Alex’s misery grew and grew and Adam’s pee dances became more and more obvious.
Alex leaked several times, but he always managed to hold back the massive flood that constantly felt like it was JUST about to come pouring out. When he looked down at himself, his bladder was swollen. Seriously. Swollen. EXTREMELY swollen. His lower abdomen was protruding out several inches, his shirt no longer able to cover it. He looked like a watermelon was growing in his belly— Something Alex had believed was actually possible until a few months ago when he’d swallowed a seed, promptly freaked out, and had needed Adam to tell him that that was a myth.
The memory made him laugh, and laughing made more pee squirt into his boxers. He cringed and doubled over before falling to his knees. He couldn’t take much more of this…
***
Adam knew he was dreaming. He knew he was dreaming because he was flying, and of course that could only happen in a dream. It was fun to be able to tell that he was in a dream, because he could make whatever he wanted to have happen actually happen. Like, if he wanted to be a world famous rockstar, he could do that. And, a second later, that’s what he was. He had millions of adoring fans that all loved his music, and he was more skilled with a guitar than anyone else in history had ever been.
Alex was his biggest fan though. And he proved that after every show, showering him in kisses and compliments and “I love you”s. And after that, they’d go into Adam’s dressing room and have some private fun. Since this was a dream, Adam’s body could be whatever he wanted, too. If he wanted to have a fully functional penis that was no different from a cis man’s, then he could have one. And so could Alex. So, that’s what they had. Fully functional, and attached to their bodies without the aid of a harness.
Since this was a dream, he could climb on top of Alex and ride him. He could pump Alex full of his cum. He could make Alex ejaculate thin ropes of semen onto the floor beneath them. He could—
Ouch!
Ouch!
OUCH!
Something was REALLY hurting his back all of the sudden. Something was slamming repeatedly into the very sensitive area just beneath his rib cage. What WAS that?!
His eyes slowly cracked open, and even though he’d known all along that it was a dream, he still missed his fame and his idealized body and— OUCH!
He sat up and rubbed his back, still trying to figure out what was causing the pain, but it didn’t take long to work it out now. Alex was SQUIRMING. He was flopping and floundering and twisting in every direction. He had a pinched, pained look on his face, and when he turned himself over yet again, his hands crammed between his legs.
And, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that more of that gallon of water Alex had chugged at dinner had decided it was WELL past time to check out. ‘How in the world is he sleeping through that?’ Adam wondered. He was even more shocked Alex hadn’t woken up when he tossed back around and his shirt rode up his belly a little bit. There was a bump in his lower abdomen, his bladder clearly WAY beyond full.
Adam knew he needed to wake Alex up right away or else he’d risk the both of them waking up in wet sheets, and Alex being utterly devastated by what he’d done. He needed to nudge Alex and say “Alex, sweet thing? Wake up, okay? I think you need the toilet very badly.”
But, when Alex got woken up suddenly, he tended to jump. He tended to get startled. And, when Alex got startled while carrying a full bladder, he tended to… Go. At least a LITTLE bit. Not a full blown accident, but a big enough leak to be obvious. With how bad Alex obviously had to go NOW, Adam wasn’t sure if startling him was the best idea.
But, what could he do? If Alex didn’t wake up on his own, he was going to wet the bed for sure… He remembered what he’d done earlier in the evening; Carrying Alex up the stairs so he could make it to the restroom in time. Maybe he could do something like that again?
Clearly, Alex was in a deep, DEEP sleep right now if what was clearly a PAINFUL need for the bathroom wasn’t rousing him… It could work. Adam climbed out of bed and walked around to Alex’s side. He lifted him up very carefully, not wanting him to wake up before they were in the bathroom. He was glad their apartment was small, it wasn’t going to be a long walk.
Alex was still thrashing around a little in his arms, still in very obvious distress, and Adam moved as quickly as he dared towards the toilet.
***
Adam was carrying him now, because by this point Alex was so desperate for a pee that he had lost the ability to walk. His bladder was so swollen now that he’d had to unbutton his shorts to keep them from ripping. Adam had wet himself trying to carry Alex, and Alex felt terrible. He wanted to pee himself too to make Adam feel better, but he didn’t want to do it until Adam set him down. “Adam, just let me go!” he begged. “I can’t hold it anymore, and I don’t wanna get you wet!”
***
Adam stepped into the bathroom. He pulled up the lid on the toilet and shook Alex gently. He didn’t wake up. He shook him again. Nothing.
***
For some reason they were on a bus again. And it was going over lots and lots and lots of bumps! Every one jostled Alex up and down and made his bladder hurt more! He and Adam were the only people on the bus, and conveniently there was a rubber mat beneath Alex’s feet, so if he peed his pants like Adam had, the mess wouldn’t be too bad…
***
Adam continued shaking Alex. “Sweet thing, wake up. You need the toilet REALLY bad…” he whispered. “You need to let it out now.”
Alex remained asleep.
***
“Sweet thing,” Adam said. “Just let it go. You need the toilet REALLY bad. You need to let it out now.”
Feeling reassured by Adam’s words, Alex uncrossed his legs over the rubber mat and told his body that it was finally okay to relax…
***
Hssss…
Adam saw a damp spot spreading on Alex’s crotch. Crap, crap… He was going! God, how heavy a sleeper WAS he? He was gonna totally pee his pants now!
Panicked, he leaned Alex against the sink counter and yanked his pants down. He saw Alex’s stream trickling out and hurried to sit him down on the toilet. Pee continued to pour from Alex’s body, hissing away. But, now that he was on the bowl, that was perfectly fine. Adam propped his head up a bit for him and leaned him backwards against the tank of the toilet, then breathed a sigh of relief. Crisis averted.
***
Psssshhhhhh!!
Alex released a massive flood into his shorts, it rolled down his legs and splashed against the rubber below him. He was wetting himself. He was having an accident. But… It felt too good for him to care. He was peeing! His poor, tired, aching, exhausted, swollen, throbbing bladder was at long last being allowed to empty. “Ahhhh…” he sighed, shivers working up and down his spine.
***
Adam kind of had to watch as Alex peed this time. He didn’t want him to slump over in the wrong direction in his sleep and… Fall off his seat or something. ‘Jesus, Alex…’ Adam thought as Alex’s extremely forceful spray continued pounding into the bowl. ‘How in the world could you sleep with all THAT in you?!’ When Alex’s body started to shake, Adam felt a funny smile and blush creep across his face. ‘Aww… He gets the piss shivers even when he’s asleep!’
“Just let it out, Alex…” Adam said softly. “Let it all go.”
***
“Ahhhhhhhh….” Alex continued to moan as wave after wave of boiling piss splattered beneath his feet. The swell in his center was finally starting to shrink. His shirt was beginning to actually fit him again, and he no longer looked like he’d swallowed a bunch of bowling balls.
“Just let it out, Alex…” Adam encouraged, rubbing his back. “Let it all go.”
And that was what Alex did, he let his bladder keep spraying away. He didn’t want it to ever, ever stop. By the time his abdomen was back to being nice and flat, he was still going strong. And it took like what felt like five hours for his pee to finally come to a stop. “Mmm… I NEEDED that,” he said.
***
Adam watched as Alex continued to pressure wash the porcelain beneath him. Alex was smiling in his sleep now, and he hoped that whatever he was dreaming about was nice. Must have been really nice if he couldn’t be bothered to wake up for THIS. Listening to Alex’s pee go on and on and on like that was making Adam need to go VERY badly himself. He hoped Alex finished soon. And he hoped that he’d actually wake up so he could walk HIMSELF back to bed while Adam took care of his bladder…
Alex’s release finally slowed down to a trickle, then it ceased altogether. Adam stepped closer and ran a hand through his boyfriend’s hair. “Wow… That’s better, isn’t it?”
***
Adam was staring at the humongous puddle Alex had made. “Wow…” he breathed out. “That’s better, isn’t it?”
“Muuuuch better!” Alex agreed. “I thought I was gonna explode! I feel so light now, like I can fly!” He jumped up into the air, and then… Then he WAS flying.
And Alex knew he was dreaming. Because, of course, he could only fly in a dream. But, that enormous, massive, oh so relieving piss he’d just had had felt SO, SO real… And so had all the desperation leading up to it, and—
He’d wet the bed.
He knew he’d wet the bed.
Oh no, oh no, oh no! He’d peed his bed! He’d peed his AND Adam’s bed! They were both gonna wake up in a very big puddle all because of him! No!
His eyes shot open, and a hand went between his legs to feel— Huh? Why was he sitting upright? Why were his legs bare, and—
“Oh,” Adam said. “NOW you wake up.”
“Adam?” Alex asked, his sleep addled and very confused brain struggling to process WHERE he was and what was happening. His eyes started to adjust to the darkness and he finally recognized that he was in the restroom. He looked down at himself and he realized he was sitting on the toilet… “Did… Did I make it?” he asked dazedly.
“I REALLY couldn’t get you up,” Adam said. “But, I could tell you were having an emergency, so I brought you here and sat you down, and… You made it.” He laughed. “You seriously slept through the WHOLE thing, though.”
Alex yawned. Now that he knew everything was okay, that Adam had saved him just in time, he wanted to go BACK to sleep. He stood and pulled his pants back up. Then, he hugged Adam, “Th—Thank you…” he said. “And, I’m sorry for all the trouble.”
“It’s not a problem,” Adam said, squeezing him back. “I already told you, taking care of each other is what a relationship is about.”
Alex noticed him eyeing the now vacant toilet, “You have to go too now, don’t you?”
“Yeah…” Adam said.
Alex yawned again, “Well, I’m gonna go back to sleep… Thank you so much…” He began to stumble back to the bedroom.
Adam hurriedly unbuttoned his pajama pants, aimed his prosthetic, and released his stream before going to join him. |
Alex had gotten a call from his Mom, whom wanted him and Adam to look after his little siblings for a few hours while she and his grandmother were both out. Alex, of course, was delighted to help out. He loved his little siblings, and Adam was good with kids as well.
Alex was only concerned about ONE thing; His youngest sister, Mary was in the process of potty training, and right now it wasn’t going too well. She’d gotten a urinary tract infection over the course of the process, it had cleared up quickly, but now she was scared to try using the potty chair again.
Alex understood it perfectly well, the first time she’d felt pain was when she was using the potty instead of a diaper. Alex may have been a pretty experienced childcare provider thanks to his many siblings, but he didn’t even need all that expertise to be able to figure out that Mary now associated sitting on the potty with being hurt.
Mom had asked him and Adam to do what they could to help her get over her phobia. “My brother and I,” Adam said as they started driving. “I’m not that much older than him. I don’t remember much about when he was getting potty trained.”
Alex could remember the process for some of his littlest siblings, but the two born right after him he couldn’t recall very many details for. About the only thing he really COULD remember was a sort of embarrassing story involving Jed, his brother that was barely a year younger than him. “Um… Jed and I, we were so close together in age that I remember they just trained us together. Papa only got one potty chair, and we used to argue over it for so long that… er… neither of us would actually make it in time…” He blushed, then frowned. The next part of the story wasn’t as funny. “Papa always got so mad…He yelled.”
Adam frowned as well. It unnerved him that Alex’s father would choose to buy only one of such an essential item, and then get angry when a couple of toddlers had trouble managing that properly. What had he expected to happen? “Um… Well… The image of Little-Alex shouting at his brother that he NEEDS to go first is sort of cute.” He laughed. “I have only ever seen you fight with Patience, and that was when she was being mean to me. I’ve never seen you argue with your siblings otherwise.”
Alex nodded. Since he was the oldest of the family, he’d always been told it was his responsibility to look after everyone else, and to always be kind. It helped that, for the most part, his siblings were good and easy kids. If it wasn’t for Papa’s alleged ‘lessons’ sinking in too deeply for Jed and Patience, he was sure they’d still be close, too. “Y—Yeah,” Alex agreed. “I hate fighting with them. I love them all too much.”
“Heh,” Adam grinned. “Poor Little-Alex must have really had to go all those times then, huh?”
Alex blushed even more, “I— I WAS just a kid then, you know? I couldn’t wait for long, and sometimes I forgot to—“ Alex stopped, what he was about to say suddenly prompted him to run through everything he’d done this morning.
He’d woken up.
He’d gotten the call from his Mom.
He’d agreed to come over.
He’d told Adam.
He’d gotten into the car.
Alex had missed an important step through all of that… “I forgot to go…” he mumbled. And, now he was starting to notice that he needed to quite a bit. So far, he’d been able to ignore the little bit of tingling taking place at his opening, but now that he’d fully acknowledged it, the sensation was insistent!
“Aw, I know,” Adam said, and at first Alex was embarrassed because he thought Adam had for some reason been monitoring him that morning to make sure he peed. But, then he added; “All kids do that, I’m only teasing you.”
Alex wanted to correct Adam, say “I meant this morning. I forgot to go THIS morning, and I need to now.” It was a long drive out to where Alex’s Mom and Grandmother lived with his siblings, and Alex was sure it wouldn’t be a very comfortable one if there wasn’t a pee stop along the way.
However, asking for a bathroom stop in the midst of THIS conversation would feel humiliating. Alex could easily hold it a while longer, and there were plenty of locations to stop between here and their destination if he got desperate. Just, as soon as Adam had stopped thinking about how Little-Alex had a habit of forgetting to go pee. After that, Big-Alex could say that HE’D forgotten to go pee without having to feel so awkward about it.
Alex bounced a knee and looked out the window as they drove past a gas station, his still filling bladder sending a tiny, little spasm through him at the sight. He’d relieved himself there a couple times, it was impressively clean for a gas station toilet. That was actually one of the first places he’d peed into a urinal in. He remembered how amazing that had felt, and how he’d laughed afterwards at how silly it was that peeing into a stand-up toilet had delighted him so much. He remembered Adam messing with his hair and laughing with him, agreeing that it felt really good to be able to do that.
Mostly, Alex remembered how his bladder had been empty… And that, currently, it wasn’t. Currently, his bladder was uncomfortably full and getting fuller by the minute. His knee started to bounce a little faster.
Adam was nervous from Alex’s sudden silence. He hoped he hadn’t gone too far with the teasing, he really hadn’t meant to hurt the guy’s feelings. He honestly just liked hearing the cute stories about Alex’s childhood. There were just so many that WEREN’T cute that it was nice when one turned up that was… “Um… I’ve got lots of embarrassing stories like that, too,” Adam said finally.
“Hm?”
“You know, times I held it too long,” Adam said. “You already saw what happened that time my zipper got stuck,” he added, pointedly skipping over the accident they’d BOTH had while caught in traffic that one day. “But, there are others you weren’t there for. Like, in sixth grade, back before I was being homeschooled; There were these super sour liquid candy things that got really popular. They came in these pretty small bottles, and kids at school would, like, dare each other to drink a lot all at once without cringing from how sour they were…”
Alex nodded, but he kept looking out the window. There was a corner store; Probably one with a vacant urinal… His knee bounced harder and harder, and when he saw Adam look at it, Alex gripped it harshly with his hand, digging his nails in as he tried to make it go still.
“An—Anyway,” Adam said. “I loved these candies a lot, and I was, like, the best at chugging them. My classmates were actually really impressed. So, one morning before school, I wanted to show off, and I just… Pounded like fifteen of the things, one right after the other. And, the thing was, all the other times we’d played this game, it had been AFTER school and I’d gone straight home, where I could just use the bathroom whenever I felt like it. And the ride home from school was super short, too. So, I’d never actually NOTICED that something in those candies just makes them… Shoot RIGHT through you. But, one thing I HAD noticed was, of course, the sour stuff kinda burns your tongue and throat a bit and makes you thirsty. So, after downing all those things, I went to the water fountain and drank for a pretty long time.”
Alex tried to smile. If Adam had been telling a story about ANYTHING else, it would have made for a good distraction. At the moment, a story about peeing was the last thing Alex’s bladder wanted to be subjected to. The liquid inside him twisted and churned as he imagined where Adam’s tale was no doubt headed.
“Then, I go to my first class,” Adam said. “Halfway through, I seriously needed to go. I was a little surprised, because I just went before school and it hadn’t been that long. But, we were just watching a movie in that class that day, so I was sure I could get permission to go. I ask the teacher and—“ He stopped. “I dunno if you know this, since you were homeschooled your whole life, but sometimes teachers do this whole ‘Is it an EMERGENCY?’ thing. And, they seriously ALWAYS say it really loudly and it’s SO embarrassing, because then you end up having to admit to the whole room that you’ve REALLY gotta go.”
Curiously, Alex felt his own face turning red, even though Adam’s actually wasn’t. Alex had never been in a regular classroom, had never had a teacher condescendingly ask him if he could hold it, had never had to admit to them that no, he really couldn’t. But, somehow just imagining the humiliation Adam must have felt back then made Alex feel it too…
“And,” Adam said. “By that point, I am really squirming, so I have no choice but to be like ‘Yes, it is.’ And, she lets me go, thankfully. This was before I had an STP, and I swear I barely even sat down in time. I actually remember thinking ‘I wish I could go standing up, it takes way too long to have to pull my pants down!’”
Alex did laugh then, a memory suddenly being unlocked. His laughter caused a powerful volt of need to spark through his abdomen, and he let his legs cross at the ankles. “Oh— Oh my gosh, that just reminded me! When I was around four, I asked my Mom where my… Where my penis had gone and what I had to do to get it back!”
Adam cracked up. “And what did she say?”
“She mostly just hushed me, told me not to let Papa hear me say something like that,” Alex shrugged. “I… I honestly think Mom knew before even I did, but she was too scared of him back then to help me like she wanted to.”
Adam took Alex’s hand with the one not attached to the steering wheel. He noted that his boyfriend’s hand was tense and shaky. “Well, she helped you a lot in the end,” he said. “It’s what you do last that counts the most. She loves you, don’t worry.”
Alex squeezed Adam’s hand… It felt pretty good to be squeezing something right now, seemed to help offset the sharp little spasms that kept flaring against his opening.
“And you know what?” Adam asked. “That’s not the end of my story; those candies weren’t finished with me yet.”
“Oh no…” Alex said, smiling genuinely even as his bladder throbbed and shouted that it didn’t WANT to hear the rest of the story until after it had been emptied. He considered asking for a stop now, but a glance out the window told him that they were pretty close anyway. He was fidgeting, he definitely had to pee, but he’d have no problem waiting out the rest of the drive. He simply tensed his thighs and told himself that relief was on its way in just twenty or thirty minutes.
“Yeah, ‘oh no’,” Adam agreed. “I go back to class, sit through the rest of the thing we were watching, and then it’s time for me to go to my NEXT class. I grab up my stuff, and realize that my bladder feels kinda full again. I’m like ‘What? I JUST went!’ And, I actually walk RIGHT past a set of bathrooms on my way to the next class, but I’m thinking ‘There is no way I ACTUALLY need to go again right now, it’s gotta just be in my head. I NEVER need to go this often!’ And, I just… Go to class.”
Alex’s thighs got a little tenser. Adam’s overconfidence in his story sounded a little… Familiar, and Alex wondered if he was making a mistake by not requesting a stop. He kept his gaze fixed straight ahead… There were only a few blocks left! Mostly residential streets too, very low risk of being caught in a traffic jam. He could hold through that! It would be just silly to ask to pee NOW when they were so close!
“This day, the desks were all arranged in a circle, and the teacher’s chair was in the middle— Which means this is a day where we’re going to be doing a lot of discussion. I sit down at my desk and, like, five minutes into class I realize I have made a horrible mistake. Not only was my need REAL, it was INTENSE. I had to go, and I had to go bad. So, what SHOULD I do? I should ask for permission to leave, right? But, here’s the thing; A lot of those kids had been in my FIRST class, and they’d already heard me say I was having an emergency like, half an hour ago, and I’m way too embarrassed to say I’m having ANOTHER one in front of them.”
“Awww, poor Adam,” Alex said. Again, this sounded familiar; At the moment, Alex needed to pee pretty badly, but was too embarrassed to speak up and ask to go. Just like Adam in his story.
“So, I think; ‘No problem, I’ll hold it until the teacher passes out our worksheets for the day and goes back to her desk. Then I can go over there and ask, nice and private. No one has to hear.’ That was what usually happened on discussion days; The class would go over a topic for about fifteen minutes, then we’d be given a worksheet to fill out. I knew I could handle fifteen minutes. But, guess what?”
“What?” Alex asked, bringing one foot up onto the seat with him and leaning against his leg. He hoped the action looked casual, because the pressure of his leg against himself was helping out quite a bit…
“This was, for some unfathomable reason, the ONLY day that year that the discussion part took up the ENTIRE class!” Adam said. “It had never happened before, it never happened after. To ask for the toilet, I would have to raise my hand, interrupt everyone and admit for everybody to hear that I was dying to go after JUST peeing a little bit ago! I heard absolutely NOTHING that was said in that room that day, I just kept noticing moments where there was a lull in the conversation, when the room went quiet, and I’d be all ‘Ohhh, finally! I’m gonna get to ask soon!’ But, then it would pick back up again and I’d just have to keep holding it.”
Alex started to rock against his leg, “Um… Did you make it?”
“Yeah, I made it,” Adam said. “It was really close. There was this moment when class finally ended, and I stood up to leave and I thought for sure it was all over. Like, the sides of my vision actually started to blur, that’s how bad it was. If there wasn’t a restroom directly next to this class, I probably would have embarrassed myself a LOT more than I would have if I’d just asked to go, but luckily I made it, like, by the skin of my teeth. And, for the rest of the day, I peed between every single class, I literally just didn’t trust my bladder anymore at all. It wasn’t until I got home that I made the connection between all those candies and what had happened to me.”
“Do you… Still drink those candies?” Alex asked. If he’d put something in his body that had made him get desperate over and over for a whole day, he’d never touch it again…
“Sometimes,” Adam shrugged, then laughed. “After that, I ONLY had them if I was at home or at least close to home, though… Heh, actually, you remember that day the rabbit got out while I was at the store, and you fell in the mud trying to catch him?”
“Y…Yeah?” Alex said. He remembered that day well, how scared he’d been that their bunny would get hurt or lost if he didn’t catch up in time… He also remembered the hiss of the pouring rain pummeling against him. He remembered how loud all those splashes were. He remembered how, if he was in the rain right now, he could pee and nobody would notice… And, he put his hands around his leg, trying to pull it against his crotch even more firmly.
“Well, the store actually had a few of those candies, and I bought a couple. Drank them on my walk home, because I knew I’d be near a toilet by the time they were kicking in… Which they did right at the bottom of the apartment’s stairs. Like, I went from 0 to 10; Gotta go NOW in the span of about three seconds or something. I basically ran up the stairs, and I was jumping and twisting as I got the door open… And then the bathroom door was locked. You were showering off the mud.”
“Ohhhh,” Alex said. “I forgot about that part!”
“Y—Yeah,” Adam said. “So, now you know why the second I was home I was knocking on that door so much.”
Alex shook his head, remembering with some fondness how strange it had been to hear his usually calm and controlled boyfriend frantically pounding on the door and begging, “Alex! Alex! PLEASE let me in! I’m, like, three seconds away from wetting the carpet out here!”
But, of course, after that he remembered how he’d quickly gotten out of the shower, wrapped a towel around himself, and flung open the door. He remembered how he’d said, “Oh, Adam, are you okay? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean t—“ He remembered how Adam hadn’t waited to hear his apology, had only dropped the shopping bags, scrambled in front of the toilet and unleashed a massive, gushing stream, panting hard. He remembered how noisy that release had been, how every drop had hissed and spattered into the bowl, how Adam had moaned and thanked him repeatedly, muttering about how close a call that had been…
And all of that made Alex squirm. He bit down on his lip, shifting more and more against his leg. He had to go. He had to go. He had to go so very badly. But, they were just a couple streets away now, so close to much needed relief… He was gonna have to head STRAIGHT for the bathroom as soon as possible, but there was no question at all that he WOULD make it.
“I felt kinda bad,” Adam chuckled. “I needed to pee so much that I couldn’t pause for a second to let you know how hot you looked right out of the shower.”
Alex’s trembling calmed down for a second, “Heh… That’s okay. You’ve told me that plenty of times to make up for it.”
“But, yeah, those candies ARE really good,” Adam said. “Just, so long as you know you’ll have somewhere close by to pee after you finish them.”
Alex wasn’t so sure if he ever wanted to try that candy. He’d never felt himself go from totally fine to completely bursting with no build-up like that before, it certainly didn’t sound pleasant… Speaking of having somewhere close by to pee, though, they’d finally finished the drive.
‘Oh, thank goodness!’ Alex thought, gingerly pulling his leg away from himself. He unclasped his seatbelt, and was briefly amazed by the immediate drop in pressure within his middle. He hadn’t realized how much that thing had been strangling away at his poor bladder until it was suddenly gone. Carefully, he opened the car door and stepped out, wincing and bending at the knees as the liquid inside him pulsed feverishly downwards. Any relief that the removal of the belt brought him was immediately vanquished by the power of gravity.
Adam came around to join him. He noticed Alex’s tension and asked “Sit still for too long?”
“S—Something like that…” Alex said, eagerly walking up to the front door, relief in sight at last. He rang the doorbell, and his Mom answered. She thanked him and Adam repeatedly for coming out here today, and reminded them to keep an eye on Mary and try to help her with her potty issues.
“W—We will,” Alex promised. He’d help Mary just as soon as he’d alleviated his own ‘potty issue’.
“Grandma’s already out,” Mom added. “Charity is still napping, but Mary’s already awake. Prudence has ALREADY had three cookies today, so don’t let her tell you otherwise. Ben is at a friend’s house, but should be home for lunch. Make sure he brushes his teeth before bed, he’s been trying to skip that. We’ll be back by nine, so try to have everyone at least IN bed by then, okay?”
“Yes, Mom,” Alex nodded, shifting back and forth on his feet. He didn’t want to rush her, but Alex was in such a major rush himself right now that that was hard to do!
Mom glanced down at Alex’s tense legs, at the way he was swaying. He felt himself blushing under her gaze. If anyone could tell when he needed to urinate, it would be the woman who’d raised him. He wouldn’t be surprised if the pee-dance he was performing now was exactly like the one he’d done when he was little…
“Alex…?” Mom asked. “Do you…” she stopped and shook her head. He knew what she’d been about to ask, but was glad she hadn’t. She’d probably realized it was a little silly to ask her adult child if he needed a toilet break; Of course he’d be heading straight there as soon as he was inside, he was more than responsible enough to do that now without being reminded. She’d just gotten so used to being around the younger ones…
“We can handle everything,” Adam promised, though he was less confident than Alex. Alex had a way with kids that Adam felt like he didn’t— Alex was an amazing older brother, and somehow managed to keep up with ALL those children when he had to. It had taken Adam nearly two months to memorize which name went with each kid; There had just been so many of them!
“Good, thank you,” Mom said. “Call me if there is a problem,” and she began to head for her car.
‘Ohhhh, finally,’ Alex thought, seeing the now vacant doorway. So close, so close, so close… He hurried inside, and was immediately swarmed by Prudence and Mary. “Alex!” Prudence beamed, hugging him tightly… An action that made Alex cringe and suck in a sharp breath. At Prudence’s height, when she hugged him, her arms wrapped right around his midsection. She was unknowingly squeezing the heck out of his poor bladder…
“H—Hello, Prudence…” Alex winced. “I—It’s v—very nice to see you, but not so tight, okay?”
Mary clung to one of his legs, which wasn’t as horrible as having his bladder gripped, but it DID mean he wasn’t able to cross them anymore… His aching sphincter could REALLY use that extra support right now! “Mary…” Alex said. “I’ve got to be able to walk, remember?”
Mary snuggled his leg for one second longer, then let go. Prudence finally released him from her grip as well. “Let’s play, Alex!” Prudence said.
“Play!” Mary cheered in agreement. “Play with Alex!”
“Alex has something he has to do first,” Alex said gently. “After he does that, he can play all the games you want.”
“Awww, play first!” Prudence pouted. “Just for a little bit? Please?”
Alex spotted the door leading to the restroom, and his bladder seized up at the sight. It didn’t WANT Alex to play ‘for a little bit’. It wanted him to take it in there right away! “Um…”
Adam saw Alex hesitate, he wasn’t sure what his boyfriend’s issue was, but still wanted to help out. “You can play with me until he gets back from whatever he has to do,” he offered.
“Play with Alex!” Mary repeated. “You’re not Alex!”
“Yeah, but I’m fun, too,” Adam promised.
“Alex!” Mary insisted.
Alex’s bladder was throbbing, but his heart was melting. It was so cute how badly she wanted his attention, how could he deny it from her? “O—Okay,” he said. “You’re lucky you’re so adorable, though. What do you want to play?”
“Horsey!” Mary begged.
Alex’s bladder shook at the very thought! “Wh—What?”
“Horsey rides!” Mary said.
Alex couldn’t do that. He could NOT get on all fours and have Mary ride on his back right now. He wouldn’t be able to hold it in that position! Practically ALL of his weight would be on his bladder, and Mary would be weighing him down too, and he’d… He’d—
“No!” Prudence said. “I’m too big for Alex to do that with, it’s not fair.”
“Pr—Prudence is right,” Alex said. “W—We need something that everyone can play.” ‘And that won’t make my bladder burst…’ he added to himself.
“You should draw with us instead,” Prudence suggested.
Yes. Drawing. Just… Sitting in one place at a table. Alex could do that. “Okay,” he said. “Adam, do you want to draw with us?”
“Sure,” Adam said, and they followed the girls to the kitchen table where stacks of paper and boxes of crayons were already out.
“Look, Alex!” Prudence said. “Charity and I drew fishies earlier!”
Alex did look, mostly zeroing in on the splash of water created by one of the fish leaping out of it. Prudence was a really good artist for her age, the way the water was moving looked pretty realistic.
Which was unfortunate for Alex, whom tensed his thighs up even more tightly as he sat down. “Th—That’s amazing, Prudence,” he said. “But, um… I think I really should—“
“Look!” Mary said, holding up another drawing. “I drew lemonade!”
Alex nodded shakily. Mary, being only three, was nowhere near as skilled as Prudence. But, still, a lot of yellow marks going into what was clearly a cup was just suggestive enough to make Alex cross his legs. “I— I like that, Mary,” he smiled. “Now, I kind of have to—“
“I’m gonna draw an eel to go with the fish now,” Prudence said. “I like eels, they’re like underwater snakes.”
“I want Alex to draw with me!” Mary said. “Can he?”
“O—Of course I can,” Alex assured. “But, first I need the—“
Mary excitedly grabbed a sheet of paper and a handful of crayons, sitting down next to Alex. She handed him one. “Draw flowers,” she said.
“Okay,” Alex said. He glanced around and spotted Adam standing behind him. He widened his eyes at his boyfriend, trying to communicate his needs to him without words. ‘Please, Adam, I am going to burst!’
Adam did not seem to possess telepathic abilities though, as he just took a seat of his own and grabbed some paper.
Adam wasn’t sure what he wanted to draw. Maybe Alex would like it if he drew him? He turned to look at his boyfriend, trying to guess if he was talented enough to do him justice… Only then did he notice that Alex looked pretty tense. He had a small tremor in his arm as he drew, as if the muscles there were being pulled very taut… He was shaking in other places, too.
Adam reached over and rubbed Alex’s thigh, that usually calmed him down when he was stressed about something, even if Adam didn’t know what it was.
Alex actually did ease up a little at Adam’s touch, at the mere reminder that his partner was beside him. He could tell Adam what he needed to do at any time, and Adam would make it happen, right? The bathroom was so close, Alex didn’t have to worry. He’d finish drawing with Mary, and then he’d tell Adam he had to go and to keep the kids occupied until he was finished. That was all he had to do.
Alex drew a haphazard array of flowers alongside Mary’s. Alex was to the point now that absolutely EVERYTHING was making him think about peeing. Right now, he couldn’t stop thinking about a particular way that he could WATER a bed of flowers… He bounced up and down in his seat, wishing that he could hold himself. But, Adam’s hand was right there…
Once the entire sheet of paper had been colored in flowers, Alex started to stand, “Guys, I—“
“I’m hungry,” Prudence said. “Can we eat something?”
Alex supposed he could give them a snack first… “O—Okay, yeah,” he said, struggling not to pop as his feet touched the ground and he pulled himself fully upright. He went to the cupboards and found some granola bars. “A—Are these okay?”
“Yeah,” Prudence said.
Okay. Good. The granola bars had been on the lower shelf. If they’d wanted the fruit bars on the top shelf, he would have needed to stretch, and he felt like he’d probably be ripped in half if he tried that right now.
Adam watched as Alex handed the girls their snacks. He was a little concerned by the twitchy, antsy way Alex was moving. He looked like he was panicking over something, but Adam couldn’t work out what it was…
“Th—There,” Alex said. “Now, I’ll be right—“
“Mary has to go,” Prudence announced.
“Do not!” Mary insisted.
“Mom doesn’t want you to have accidents anymore,” Prudence said. “You should go.”
Alex glanced down, and noticed his littlest sister was doing a bit of a dance… Fire erupted beneath his cheeks as he recognized its similarity to his own… “Mary, if you need to go, you should go right away,” he said, twisting his hips at a rippling spasm from within. His hand very nearly went to his crotch when he felt his urethra starting to quiver, but he stopped himself at the last second. His hand pressed into his lower stomach instead, which only succeeded in making his need feel a whole lot worse.
Alex’s bladder seemed to be trying to tell him to take his own advice.
“But… Hurts,” Mary said fearfully.
“I know,” Alex nodded. Sucking in a sharp breath, cursing himself for what he was about to do, he forced himself to crouch so that he was eye-level with her. Immediately, it was like a forty pound weight had just been rested atop his bladder, he felt like it was being smooshed, like something was squeezing it and forcing the liquid inside of it to push up right against his opening… And out.
His first leak hissed into his boxers, and then he did press a hand into himself. Just for a second, just to plug himself shut again. “I… I know,” he repeated to Mary. “It hurt you for a bit, but it won’t anymore.”
“Yes it will…”
“You’ve seen Mom and Grandma and everyone else go to the toilet, it doesn’t hurt them, right?” Alex said gently.
“Yeah, only they don’t use the little one,” Mary said.
So, it was specifically the potty chair that was scaring her. That made sense, that was where she’d been when it had suddenly hurt her to go, not on the actual toilet. Alex made a mental note to remember that detail, he’d pass it along to Mom, suggest she buy one of those toddler seat-adapter thingies so Mary could try using the regular toilet. If she really WAS just terrified of that particular potty chair hurting her, and not of using something that wasn’t a diaper in general, then that could solve everything right away.
It would still be good if Mary could get comfortable with the chair as well, though. She’d have an easier time getting on and off that thing by herself, she’d definitely need some assistance with the toilet. When he’d been around to potty train a few of his other siblings, it had been important to all of them that they could handle as much of the process by themselves as possible.
Also… He had to get her to go now. He knew from Mom that Mary cried when she wet herself, and he knew from a couple prior experiences that HE tended to pee when someone near him did…
“I’ll… I’ll, um… I’ll talk to Mom about getting you something so you can use the normal toilet, if that would make you feel better,” Alex said. Suddenly, he couldn’t stay crouched down anymore, another spurt ripped its way past his defenses and he couldn’t handle all this extra pressure for even one more second! He gently drew himself up, but he couldn’t stand up totally straight anymore, either! He had to hunch over, or else it felt like his bladder was being stretched and torn to shreds…
“B—But,” Alex said. “Th—There really is no reason to be scared of the potty. It only hurt you those times because you were sick, but the doctors gave you stuff to make that go away, so it won’t hurt you anymore.”
Adam heard the tremors and shakes in Alex’s voice, and thought maybe THIS was what had been stressing him out. He was just concerned for his little sister and the pain she’d gone through. He was just nervous that he wouldn’t be able to fix it. Of course, that had to be it. Alex was such a pure, sweet guy…
Still, Mary was insistent, “It will hurt!”
“It… It won’t… I’ll prove it somehow, I’ll—”
“Er…” Adam said. “I… Have an idea…” he trailed off. It was probably going to embarrass Alex, but it might help.
“Hm?”
“How about you… Show her it doesn’t hurt?” Adam suggested. “Just… Sit on it for a minute, and when she sees it’s not hurting you, she’ll feel safe, maybe?” He had no idea if that would even work, he wasn’t a child psychologist or anything, but it at least SOUNDED right.
Just like Adam knew he would, Alex was blushing. And, all his anxious, little motions picked up.
“Hey, don’t worry,” Adam said. “I’m not gonna tease you over it, you’re just trying to be a good brother, and that’s awesome.”
“O—Okay,” Alex said, his hands balling into fists and swinging tensely at his sides. “I’ll… Show her it’s safe, yeah.” He hoped that maybe the potty chair was kept somewhere other than in the bathroom. If he had to go in there and then NOT pee….
But, of course, that WAS where it was located. Mary followed Alex and Adam in, and Alex tried his best not to look at the toilet, not to think about how much he wanted to use it… But, he couldn’t. He didn’t just ‘want’ to use it, he NEEDED to use it very, VERY badly! His hips hadn’t stopped twisting for one second since they’d come in here, his urethra was pulsing, tiny drops kept easing their way into his boxers. “Actually, guys, before we do this, I—“ He stopped. Mary was squirming a lot… He needed to get this over with right away or else she’d have an accident.
‘YOU are going to have an accident!’ A little voice in Alex’s mind screamed at him, and he knew that the voice was right. His bladder was full, and no amount of squirming was making it feel any LESS full.
Furthermore, Mary was THREE, if she had an accident… Well, that was just expected, wasn’t it? Alex was an ADULT, if he had had an accident, especially in front of the kid he was trying to help potty-train, it would be devastating!
“I… I know it’s a little embarrassing,” Adam whispered. “I won’t tell ANYBODY you did this, I won’t laugh, I won’t tease, don’t worry.”
But, Alex did worry… He looked at the small potty chair. He was small and thin enough that he could probably sit on it with only a little bit of discomfort. He could do it, and the faster he did it, the faster Mary would relax and go. And, the faster Mary relaxed and went, the faster Alex could finally use the toilet…
He sat himself down on the chair. He didn’t exactly fit, he was sort of balancing on it, worried that his full weight would make it come apart. “S—See? It doesn’t hurt at all.”
“That’s because your pants are still up,” Mary said.
Oh… Alex blushed more now. He didn’t want to sit on a potty chair in front of his boyfriend, especially not with his pants down as if he was about to actually use it… He also didn’t feel super comfortable taking stuff off with his current audience.
But… If it helped. If it got him to the toilet faster… He would just keep his body as concealed as he could.
Alex lowered his shorts only a tiny bit, just barely enough, continually pulling his shirt down to cover himself up even more, then he awkwardly sat back down onto the potty chair, and… Wow, being there must have unlocked some long forgotten memories; The feeling of the plastic seat underneath him, while it wasn't exactly like the cold porcelain of an actual toilet, was making his bladder pulse and pulse and pulse. Somehow, it just seemed to KNOW that he was on something that was designed to be urinated into, and it wanted him to start doing exactly that NOW. He bit his lip and tensed his thighs as best he could in his cramped position. He needed to hold it! “S—See, Mary?” he said. “N—Nothing is hurting me. It’s safe.”
Mary just looked at him, then pouted. “Looks like it hurts you!”
Alex was confused, then Adam knelt down and whispered, “Uh… Yeah, sweet thing. I know it’s a tight squeeze for you, but you’re kinda grimacing… Try and relax more.”
Alex absolutely could NOT relax more! He’d GO! He still tried to even out his facial muscles a bit, tried to make himself appear a slightly less tense. He wanted to get up off this thing so badly! His bladder would calm back down some if he wasn’t sitting in a place where, theoretically, it was okay to release it.
‘Just let go,’ his traitorous brain suggested. ‘What do you know? It might make Mary calmer if she sees you actually USE it without being hurt.’ He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out those thoughts. Adam was here! It was embarrassing enough to be sitting on this thing at all in front of him! To actually… To actually PEE into it would be downright mortifying! Hold it! Hold it, hold it, hold it!
Not to mention, Alex felt like he was bursting apart at his seams! His bladder was very, very full. There was a LOT of pee stored in him right now. The potty had… Well, a limited capacity, and with as bad as he had to go, Alex was almost positive that HIS capacity outmatched it. He KNEW it did; He remembered the camping trip he’d gone on with Adam, he remembered how he’d almost filled an entire one liter bottle with his urine, no way could this thing hold THAT much.
“See?” Mary said to Adam. “It does hurt, Alex is hurt.” Her eyes started to well up. “It’s hurting my brother.”
“I—It’s not,” Adam promised, feeling VERY out of his element. He whispered to his boyfriend again, “Sweet thing? Did your thigh get pinched on it or something? What’s—“
Adam was unable to finish his question.
He’d been interrupted by a sudden noise. A hiss, punctuated by the sound of liquid trickling against plastic. Adam glanced around for several seconds in confusion, then looked back at Alex. His boyfriend’s eyes were blown wide open, and the deepest, reddest blush Adam had ever seen was spreading across his face.
Adam’s face, neck and chest erupted with heat, and he knew that HE was blushing, too. He supposed this explained all of Alex’s tension today; From the sound of that gush, the poor guy must have been holding it for a while… Why hadn’t he said anything?
Alex could not believe that this was happening, his eyes darted to the regular toilet— The thing he SHOULD have been peeing into, and he tried to clench up and make his flow stop. But, he couldn’t. It genuinely felt like his bladder had been broken wide open, he wasn’t even able to slow down his stream, much less get it to cease entirely. Every squeeze he made with his muscles only caused him to void even more powerfully into the receptacle below him.
After several seconds of uncontainable spraying, Alex realized that he needed to STOP all of his attempts to begin holding it again. The damage was done, he was already using the potty in front of Adam. And, cringing, shifting, whining, or doing anything else that showed how much he DIDN’T want to be doing this would probably make Mary think he was in pain.
Alex had to relax, he had to appear calm and happy even if he felt himself dying on the inside. ‘Just… Shut your eyes…’ his brain screamed, and he followed the suggestion. He tried to forget the specifics of his current situation, tried to focus only on how good it felt to finally go. He concentrated on the pleasant sensation of his bladder shrinking down, how nice it was to feel his pee gush and hiss, all of the discomfort in his middle fading away… All of those things were very good, and if he did his best to blot out the humiliation underpinning all of it, he could settle himself down. He tried to relax the rest of his body, as well as his facial muscles, let himself smile and exhale slowly with relief…
Adam had turned away by then, trying to give Alex some privacy. He couldn’t even imagine how embarrassing this all was for him… He must have seriously just not been able to hold it. Indeed, as Alex’s ocean continued spraying out of him, Adam realized his boyfriend must have really been at his limit.
… At… At HIS limit…
Adam knew for a fact that Alex could hold around a liter, and now he was a little concerned that this wasn’t going to end very well.
“Oh, Alex had to go potty a lot…” Mary commented.
‘He sure did…’ Adam thought. He really should have been paying closer attention today. Alex had been FULL, and apparently he’d been full for quite a while, too! Adam couldn’t believe he hadn’t been able to figure that out. Even if Alex had chosen to stay silent about his need for whatever reason, Adam SHOULD have been able to pick up on it himself. Hell, he realized now that Alex had been TRYING to tell everyone that he had to pee pretty much since the moment he’d walked inside the house. Adam had been much too inattentive today!
“S—See?” Alex forced himself to ask. “I—It doesn’t hurt at all…” His face actually ACHED from how much he was blushing… He wished he’d hurry up and finish, but his bladder STILL felt pretty full, and alarm built inside his chest as he grew more certain that he was going to overflow this thing before he’d emptied. To his dismay, his typical shivers of pleasure started to tingle up and down his back…
“Is Alex cold?” Mary asked.
Alex actually felt like he was on fire. He must have been red all the way down to his toes. “Mmmf… I just… Do that when I… go… I dunno why…” And, he just kept going and going and going… He could feel how full the receptacle was getting now, and again he tried to cut off his flow, he knew he was about to—
He couldn’t stop, and pee began to trickle down the front and sides of the potty chair, slowly ebbing down onto the floor.
Adam heard his boyfriend’s urine suddenly splashing onto the ground and tried to think of some way to soothe him now, to make him feel at least a little less ashamed, but he couldn’t come up with anything to say. He just had to hope that Mary stayed—
“Alex is making a mess!” Mary pointed out.
—Quiet…
“I… I know…” Alex mumbled. “I— This is why you shouldn’t hold it for too long, Mary…”
‘Awww,’ Adam thought, his chest going light and warm. Alex was such a sweetheart, he was such a perfect older brother… Trying to turn this moment of utter humiliation into a teaching moment for Mary.
Alex finally finished, and raised himself out of his crouch, yanking his shorts back up. He felt about ten billion times better now that his bladder was nice and flat and empty… But, at what cost? The potty chair was so full he wasn’t sure how to move it so it could be emptied. If he tried, he’d spill it for sure… And, the floor around it had several small puddles, and… Adam had… Had watched him do that…
He cleared his throat a few times, trying to speak normally, but his voice was tense and shuddering; “S—So, yeah. It doesn’t hurt you to… To pee in there. You can do it, it’s fine.” He cringed before bending back down and picking up the chair as slowly and carefully as he could. It was extra heavy now… Weighed down by… By all the pee Alex hadn’t been able to hold…
A few tiny pulses of liquid sloshed onto the ground as Alex did his best to bring it over to the toilet. He tilted it a bit, let all of his urine splash into the place it had been MEANT to go in the first place, then flushed. He sat the potty back down, grabbed some toilet paper, and set about mopping up all his little puddles.
One good thing HAD come out of this whole ordeal, because as soon as the potty was back on the floor, Mary had nervously taken a seat on it and had begun to use it. Alex had gotten her over her fear, at least… He just wished he could have done that in a less mortifying way.
Unlike Alex, when Mary finished, nothing had overflowed and spilled onto the tiles. Of course it hadn’t. The potty was MEANT for someone her size, after all. The company that had designed it had never envisioned that a grown man would lose control over his body while sitting on it…
Again, Alex emptied out the potty, then knelt down and told Mary that she’d done a very good job, told her he was proud of her, told her that she never had to feel scared to go again… It took a great deal of effort to inject cheer and positivity into his voice, but he did it for her.
Mary then hugged onto Alex’s legs again, and then she said something that made Alex blush so hard he looked sunburnt; “You did good, too! Except for how it went on the floor some.”
“Eheh…” Alex forced a laugh. “Y—Yeah… R—Run off and play now?”
Mary nodded and rushed out to find Prudence. Once she was gone, Alex collapsed against Adam and clung onto him. He said nothing, merely shook with embarrassment.
“Aw…” Adam rubbed his arm, then gave him a small kiss on the cheek. “It’s okay, Alex…”
“It’s not… I… In front of you!” Alex was fighting very hard not to begin crying.
Adam struggled to think of the right thing to say. ‘That’s fine, you just should have said you had to go sooner,’ would probably make him feel bad. ‘I really didn’t mind, you actually looked kinda cute sitting there,’ was just…. Weird. Adam didn’t even know where in the world THAT thought had come from, but he had to admit it WAS true. Alex had looked really cute crouching like that, and the way he was obviously trying SO hard to beat down his embarrassment to put his sister at ease was undeniably sweet. Not to mention, for whatever reason, Adam ALWAYS thought those little shivers Alex got whenever he peed were adorable…
But, Alex surely wouldn’t think anything about what he’d just done was cute… To him, it had been nothing but humiliation tinged with a bit of relief.
Adam actually needed to go now, the sound of Alex’s typhoon had sort of gotten to him… “I… I won’t tease you, or anything. I don’t think badly of you now. It was really nice of you to do that for Mary, you’re a good brother… And… Hey, I’ve gotta pee,” he bounced on his toes for emphasis. “How about I… Use that thing, too? And you can watch? Would that make you less embarrassed?”
Alex stepped back a bit, “You don’t have to—“
“I want you to feel better,” Adam said. “This way, we’ll be even, right?” He rocked back and forth on his heels. “And… I WOULD really like to go soon.”
“Um… Y—Yeah, if you want to do that…” Alex said awkwardly.
Adam smiled, lowering his shorts, “Okay, watch me then,” he said. It took him a few tries to sit himself onto the potty in a way that didn’t make his legs cramp up, but finally he was mostly comfortable. The hard part, however, was telling himself to start going… Since he wasn’t basically dying of desperation like Alex had been, the weird feeling of sitting on a potty chair as an adult was enough to keep his bladder’s exit plugged up.
Not to mention… Well, ever since he’d gotten an STP, Adam pretty much NEVER sat down to relieve his bladder. Standing to go was what felt right to him, so that was what he did.
He remembered how, when he’d first gotten the prosthetic it would take a few seconds for his brain to remember ‘Oh, right. We can do it THIS way now!’ and give his bladder the clearance to begin draining. His body was just getting used to peeing in a way that it hadn’t really done it before.
What he felt now, trying to let it flow while seated, was almost the same as what he’d felt back in those days. His body trying to catch up and remember that ‘sitting’ was indeed an acceptable position for urination to take place in.
Alex had been watching his boyfriend balance himself over the potty. He still hadn’t stopped blushing, but now the heat was caused by the strange realization that Adam actually looked a little cute right now… After several seconds passed with no stream pouring against the plastic, Alex spoke up; “Um… If you don’t wanna do this, you don’t have to…”
“I’ll do it, I’ll do it,” Adam promised, trying to concentrate. “It’s just… Taking me a minute, don’t worry.” He smiled and let out an easy laugh. “I think I actually FORGOT that I can sit when I pee, haven’t done it in a really long time.”
“Heh…” Alex grinned. He still did sit to go sometimes, if it was dark and he didn’t feel like turning on a light, or if he wanted to read something while he peed. Just… Anything that could screw up his ability to aim correctly. But, he always left his prosthetic on and peed through it, even if he WAS sitting. He thought it might have been silly, but the way his pee stream sounded when it wasn’t funneled through the prosthetic just really bothered him. Without the prosthetic, his pee would sound like a sprinkler, but with it, it sounded like a hose. He’d told Adam about it once, and Adam had promised that it wasn’t stupid. People got dysphoric over lots of random things, and if Alex felt best using his prosthetic every time he peed, even if he wasn’t going to stand, then that was fine.
“You want me to turn the sink on?” Alex asked. “Will that help?”
“Yeah, maybe,” Adam said. “I actually have to go a little bad, I’m sure it’ll start working soon.”
Alex cranked on the faucet, and water hissed away into the basin.
“Oh…” Adam cringed, doing a little bounce. “Well, now I have to go a LOT bad…” As soon as he’d said that, his bladder voiced its agreement and his stream began to patter against the plastic. “Ahhh…Not anymore, though. That’s better…” He laughed. “Pfft, can’t believe I’m doing this!”
Alex was impressed by how unashamed Adam seemed to be. Like, it wasn’t bothering him at all to be letting it flow into that particular receptacle. It was perfectly simple for him, peeing into a potty chair was just happening, and it was no big deal. He was smiling, he looked nice and relaxed, and his pee continued to trickle away.
“Phew,” Adam said once he’d finished. He stood and pulled up his shorts, noting that he’d almost filled the chair to the top and would have to be careful to avoid spilling it while he emptied it out. “I needed that…”
As Adam drained the potty out, Alex nervously spoke; “Um… You… Er…. You kind of… You looked cute just now… I dunno why. I guess because you were doing something embarrassing, but you looked all confident still? I dunno…”
Adam set the chair back on the floor before giving Alex a hug. “You actually looked cute on that thing too, honestly; Trying so hard to stay calm for your sister even though I know you were freaking out inside your head.”
Alex squeezed him back. “I definitely was… I really just— Couldn’t hold it anymore.”
Adam kissed him. “Poor thing… How long had you been waiting for that?”
Alex turned away, a bit ashamed, “I… Forgot to go this morning after I woke up. I was holding it all day. I should have said I needed to go while we were driving, but we were talking about… That. And it felt weird.”
“Awww,” Adam ruffled Alex’s hair. “Silly boy… Speak up next time, okay? No need to ever feel embarrassed with me, you know that.”
“I know…” |
Mary had, naturally, made an announcement to Prudence the second she’d left the restroom; “Alex had to go potty a whole lot! It spilled on the floor!”
Prudence had laughed, but had also been confused, then Mary explained it as best as her limited vocabulary allowed and Prudence understood what exactly had happened.
When Alex and Adam finally exited the restroom, Prudence began giggling. Alex asked what was so funny, she said; “Did you really have an accident?”
Alex turned scarlet; “N—No! Not exactly!”
Prudence kept snickering.
“Th—The potty chair… It’s not meant for someone my age, that’s all,” Alex said. “I still made it just fine, I didn’t have an accident. See?” he gestured to his shorts. “I’m dry.” He felt, with every word fired from his lips, that he was digging his hole even deeper, but he couldn’t stop talking.
“But, you tinkled on the floor still?” Prudence asked.
“I—“ Alex spluttered, a pit of embarrassment had opened up inside his stomach. He was probably blushing hard enough to be glowing by now. “I—“
Adam reached and squeezed Alex’s hand very tightly. “Like he said, the potty chair is too small for a grown-up. He…” Adam thought for a moment, maybe it would be best to fudge a few of the details a little.“He wanted to show Mary that it was safe, so he decided to use it himself. He just thought the chair could hold more than it actually could.”
There. That was a perfectly fine explanation. And one that didn’t reveal how Alex’s bladder had actually just exploded by complete accident while he’d been sitting on the thing.
“Oh,” Prudence said, laughing once more. “Heheh, he still tinkled on the floor, though.”
Alex sighed. He hoped she dropped this soon and moved onto something else. “Hey, how about we play a game now, or something?”
Before Mary or Prudence could suggest one, the door to one of the bedrooms cracked open and Charity emerged, awake from her nap.
Alex really should have seen it coming, but he still felt the blow when Prudence and Mary both ran over to her to let her know all about how “Alex tinkled on the floor!”
Alex groaned and went to the couch. Adam joined him, “Aw, it’s okay,” he said. “I’m sure they won’t remember this forever.”
Alex started to nod, but then he heard Charity say; “Oh, when he and Adam took me to see Santa, he almost went in his pants ‘cause the line was really long. He went on a wall instead.”
This prompted more giggling.
“Okay… Maybe they DO remember these kinds of things for a while,” Adam said, taking his boyfriend’s hand again. “But, that’s okay. They aren’t trying to be mean.”
“It’s embarrassing…” Alex mumbled.
When Ben got home from his friend’s house, he was of course informed that Alex had peed onto the floor as well, but Ben had a somewhat different reaction. “Oh no, did you have that thing where the stream splits in half?” he guessed. “I hate when that happens.”
“Huh?” Alex asked.
“You know, where instead of just one stream, you have two and it’s real hard to aim?”
“He overflowed Mary’s potty, actually,” Prudence explained.
“What?” Ben snorted. “Why?”
“W—Well, NOW Mary’s not scared to go anymore!” Alex said. “So, it was all okay. We can stop talking about this stuff now.”
His pleas went unheard.
“Remember how, at the old place, we only had the one bathroom?” Prudence asked. “And, in the morning Alex always said ‘You all go first, ‘cause you’re littler,’ and when we all got done he was always dancing a lot?”
Alex remembered those mornings well. Even if he got to the restroom first, even if he’d woken up BURSTING to go, he’d pretty much always step aside and let his siblings use it first. Those waits could get very, VERY long, his bladder would be screaming every time he heard the toilet flush! But, he made himself wait and go LAST because he was the oldest, it was his job to keep the younger ones as comfortable as possible, even if it meant enduring a lot of discomfort of his own.
Some of those mornings hadn’t ended too well for him; Sometimes, he DIDN’T make it completely, and on a couple occasions he didn’t make it in time at all… Papa had been angry at him then, had called him ‘self-centered’ for wetting the floor beneath his feet just because he ‘didn’t feel like waiting.’
Those arguments were one of the many things Alex wondered about when he’d begun questioning Papa’s teachings; Alex had held it to the point of pain and then lost control of his bladder all from a desire to help and care for his siblings. He’d been putting other people first at the expense of his own needs, how in the world could anyone think that meant he was ‘self-centered’?
Adam had heard Alex talk about the long line for the restroom at his old home before, but hadn’t known he would deliberately choose to go last… “Did you do that every morning?” he asked.
“Most of the time,” Alex said. “There were some days where I woke up and knew right away that I wouldn’t be able to make it, so I’d ask them all if it was okay for me to go first. But, other than that I always let them all use it ahead of me.”
Adam was impressed. When he’d lived with his parents and had needed to share a bathroom with his younger brother, if he got to it first then that was just that; He’d be the first to pee. And, sometimes there had been arguments when they’d both reached it at the same time and were both desperate to use it. “Wow, that was so sweet of you,” he said. “You’ve always taken such good care of them…”
Alex nodded. “Th—Thank you… I wish they’d repay me by NOT talking about all this embarrassing stuff…”
The kids still hadn’t stopped recounting the funniest stories they could recall of seeing their older brother dying for the toilet. Hearing all the stories aloud now, Alex was actually a bit surprised by how many there were. Some of them were things HE’D forgotten about himself.
“Remember at church?” Prudence said. “The day the bathroom door there was stuck? I was sitting next to him, and when it was time to pray I could hear him asking God to please open it.”
Adam snorted a tiny laugh, picturing Alex sitting there when it was time to pray, unable to think of anything other than “Please, please, please make the door come open now, please? I can’t hold it…”
Alex covered his face, “Um… You know, the thing is… After the service was over, I went back to the restroom, and the door was actually working again… I could go.”
“Awww,” Adam said. “That’s good.”
Alex couldn’t stop blushing, and the kids kept telling more stories. He finally got them to stop when he said it was time for a snack and started preparing sandwiches for them. While he did this, he discovered the worst thing about having one’s bladder be a topic of conversation for half an hour; It meant it felt really, REALLY awkward to excuse oneself to the restroom afterwards.
Alex had held his bladder until it pretty much just broke not too long ago, the organ was sore and worn out now, and already felt pretty full again. He knew better than to let a little embarrassment stop him from voicing his need again, but he still dreaded having to do it. Once he’d set all of the plates down on the table, he immediately told everyone to wait and that he’d be back in a couple minutes.
“Don’t use the potty this time,” Ben snickered, picking up his sandwich.
“Keep the floor clean,” Prudence added.
Alex was positive Ben was making fun of him, but Prudence’s voice sounded… actually genuine. Like, she legitimately thought she was giving him important instructions.
He wasn’t sure which of those was more embarrassing.
Alex relieved himself easily— Using the proper toilet this time— and came back quickly. He hoped that maybe he could last until the kids’ bedtime before he needed to go again.
The rest of the afternoon went well, Alex and Adam played several games with the kids, sometimes struggling to keep up with their energy levels. There was one problem, however. Adam had looked after his own younger brother a few times growing up, but that was just ONE kid and they were pretty close to the same age, anyway. He’d helped Alex watch his siblings before as well, but never for an entire day.
And, well… There were so many of them to keep an eye on, and when they got into hyperactive moods, they needed to be watched more carefully, and… It wasn’t always easy to find a moment to take a pee break. One of them would always be needing something, or an argument would need to be dealt with, or someone would be playing too rough… And even though this house had two restrooms, any time Adam thought he had a chance to go, he’d find both of those doors shut.
By the time he and Alex had to start getting the kids ready for bed, Adam was beyond bursting. The relief he’d had on the potty chair while trying to cheer Alex up had been hours and hours ago, and he hadn’t released a drop since. He really should have had a quick pee when Alex had gone earlier, everything had been nice and calm then. Had he known how busy the rest of the day was going to get, he would have been more mindful of his bladder.
None of the kids put up a fuss about bedtime, at least. It all went pretty smoothly. Mary still wasn’t old enough to take a bath by herself, and the whole time he and Alex were helping her, Adam kept staring at the toilet as his bladder begged him to use it. ‘Just forget it’s there,’ he ordered himself. But that was not an easy thing to accomplish when the room was so small and the toilet was always in his field of vision.
Not helping his problem was the way Mary kept splashing around in the bathwater. Every slosh of liquid inside the tub made the liquid inside Adam slosh too. Before he knew it, he was sort of walking in place as he rocked back and forth to try to quell the pangs from within.
Alex got Mary all clean and dry and helped her into her pajamas. When he pulled the plug out of the tub and the water began to noisily drain away, Adam had to cross his legs as his own ‘water’ fought to drain out as well. ‘Soon,’ he promised his bladder. ‘Not much longer.’
“Thank you for behaving in the tub, Mary,” Alex said, kneeling down and kissing her on the forehead.
Mary hugged him tightly, and it would have been a sweet thing to watch had Adam not been so desperate for Alex to take Mary OUT of the restroom so he could finally use it…
But, of course, there was ONE more thing Alex wanted Mary to do before bed, and it was the most torturous thing possible for Adam’s throbbing bladder.
“Can you go potty for me before you go to sleep?” Alex asked her.
“Okay,” Mary said.
Adam was glad that her fears really DID seem to be gone now. He really was! But, he didn’t want to be in here while she did the same thing he NEEDED to do. “Um… I’ll wait in the hall,” he said. “Give her some more privacy, and stuff…” He exited the restroom, his bladder convulsing with confusion when he took it further away from relief. He stood outside the door, jiggling in place with discomfort.
He wasn’t having an emergency or anything, there was no doubt in his mind that he could carry on holding this for a while longer. It was just extraordinarily uncomfortable. His urge was impossible to ignore, it was always there, bearing down against his opening and occasionally pulsing with sharper and more painful twinges. Bouncing up and down helped soothe those pangs a little bit. Bouncing, and the knowledge that he’d definitely be able to go very soon.
Even on the other side of the door, Adam could overhear when Mary successfully used the potty. His thighs clenched and his knees turned in to rub against one another.
“Yay!” he heard Alex cheer. “Great job! No more accidents, right Mary?”
“Nope!” Mary replied.
Then, Adam was forced to listen as Alex emptied the potty into the toilet… And the sound of liquid spattering against porcelain was like a hammer against his bladder. He knelt down slightly, hands tugging at the bottoms of his shorts. There WAS a second bathroom, Adam could go there and empty himself out right now, but he knew Alex still needed his help with the rest of the bedtime routine. That wouldn’t even take very long, Adam could definitely still wait.
When the toilet flushed, Adam’s mind and body went haywire for a moment, trying to prove Alex’s assertion that there weren’t going to be any more accidents incorrect. He flashed back to past experiences of waiting in line for a restroom, and how that particular noise always meant that relief was very close. Without his command, his muscles loosened themselves a little and he felt a bit of heat right at the exit of his bladder. “Oooh…” he mumbled, crossing his legs together tightly as the sensation slowly died down.
Next, he heard the sink come on as Alex washed his hands and helped Mary wash hers. This got Adam squirming again, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as hearing the toilet get flushed. Then, finally, the door opened. Against his will, Adam’s eyes flew in the direction of the toilet and remained fixed there.
Alex was holding Mary’s hand to take her to her bedroom, but he paused as he looked at his boyfriend. Before, Alex wouldn’t have been able to tell very easily what was up with Adam. There were, after all, lots of reasons a person would look tense and nervous. But, when potty-training his siblings, Alex had learned to look for certain, subconscious little ’cues’ they gave when they needed to pee. All of them had a particular habit that they’d only do when they needed to go— Things like hair-twirling or knuckle-chewing.
And, after watching several of his siblings grow up, he realized that no matter how old they got they never actually ‘outgrew’ those little habits. Ben, for example, was well past potty-training age but he still dug his nails into his arms whenever he really needed to go.
It had been necessary for Alex to look for those signs in his siblings, and he didn’t notice that he’d developed a bit of a habit of his own of watching for those signs in EVERYONE until he suddenly realized that he’d learned what Adam’s ‘tell’ was; If Adam had to pee badly and was wearing shorts, he’d usually tug at the bottom of their legs.
It was a good thing Alex had picked up on it, though. Otherwise he would have just powered through and asked Adam to help him tuck the kids into bed. But, since Alex could easily figure out what was troubling his boyfriend, instead he said “I’ll get Mary to her bed while you use the restroom, okay?”
Immediately, Adam was blushing. Alex had predicted that.
“Awww,” Mary pouted. “I wanted Adam to read me a bedtime story!”
Alex had not predicted that. “I can do it,” he said.
“Adam does better voices,” Mary said bluntly.
Adam blushed even more. But, now it was because he was flattered rather than embarrassed. “O—Okay,” he said. “I can read to you. Let’s go to your room and pick a book.”
“Yay!” Mary cheered, breaking free of Alex’s grasp and running in the direction of the room she shared with Charity.
Alex turned to Adam. “I can do it,” he said. “It’s already past her bedtime, and you have to—“
“I can wait a few more minutes,” Adam assured, walking after Mary and trying to ignore the way his bladder shook with every step. He really DID need to go, but there were two restrooms readily available to him right now. He had no reason to panic, he could pee after he read Mary her story.
Alex followed him, and when he saw what book Mary had picked, he thought for sure Adam was going to change his mind; It was one of her potty-training books. One about the importance of choosing to go before it became an emergency.
But, Adam didn’t change his mind. He didn’t say “Actually, I think Alex should read to you tonight, my throat is sore,” or any other excuse. He just sat down on one of the beds in-between Mary and Charity and opened the book.
Alex watched as Adam read aloud the story of a boy that was going to his best friend’s house and sort of needed to pee at the start of the visit. But, the boy was too excited to play with his friend and thought that since it wasn’t an ‘emergency’, he could just wait until later.
Throughout the visit, the boy’s need got worse and worse and worse, but something more interesting always came up. Things like squirt gun fights, new flavors of juice, and playing with water balloons— All of these activities were described with a great deal of watery sound effects.
Adam kept clenching his teeth together and hissing through them to produce the sounds written out in the book. “Hsssss… Psssshhhh…” Mary was right, Adam was a talented voice actor. Each noise sounded very, very realistic, almost exactly like a real jet of water.
Just as before, when Adam had been made to listen to all the liquidy noises inside the restroom, the spraying sounds from his very own mouth were making him bounce and jiggle and cross his legs. Even though his squirming was jostling the bed, neither of the girls seemed to be noticing it.
Alex sure was noticing it, though. He noticed all of it. He noticed how Adam wriggled and bobbed. He noticed how Adam’s legs tangled together. He noticed how Adam’s jaw would tense as he read out the sentence that concluded each scene of the book; ‘Todd had to go pee, but it still wasn’t an EMERGENCY.’ The corners of Adam’s eyes would crinkle slightly with tension every time he said the word ‘pee’, like just speaking the word aloud caused another cup of it to be dumped into his bladder.
By the halfway point of the book, Adam was constantly leaning forwards and back, unable to decide which was the least uncomfortable. Too far forward, and his bladder was being squished and compressed. Too far back, and it felt like it was being stretched out.
Now, in the book, the boy had decided that it finally WAS an emergency and that he couldn’t hold it. But, when he ran to the bathroom to go, his friend’s mom was busy showering. She couldn’t even hear him knocking and telling her he had to pee!
Adam had to tense his thighs very, very tightly as he forced himself to make the hissing sounds the book described coming out of the shower. His rocking picked up in speed as he read out the dialogue “‘Please,’ Todd said. ‘I need to pee! I need to pee! I need to pee!’” It felt to him like he was giving a voice to the panicked cries inside his own body, but doing so wasn’t helping to soothe his urge at all.
“You do such good voices,” Charity praised him. “Alex always just reads the words, but you sound like you mean them.”
Adam blushed, unsure if he was grateful Charity thought the pained tone of his voice was just a performance, or wishful that she’d realize the reason it sounded like he really meant what he was saying was because he really, REALLY did…
Alex watched his boyfriend’s fidgeting speed up, becoming more pronounced and frantic. He was starting to worry that Adam was about to wet Mary’s bed… What a nightmare that would be! The both of them would NEVER hear the end of it. Every time they visited, it would be “Remember the time they babysat us, and Alex overflowed Mary’s potty and then Adam peed in her bed?”
Alex spoke up, “Adam, is your throat tired? I can read the end for you, if you want.”
Adam looked up at Alex, knowing right away that a moment to rest his voice wasn’t really what Alex was offering him. “Uh—“
“No, I want Adam to finish!” Mary complained.
Charity nodded with a smile. “Yeah, his voices are so funny with this one!”
“O—Okay,” Adam promised. “I’ll read the end, don’t worry.” There were only a small handful of pages left, he could last through that. He could!
Although, those last few pages were absolute MURDER on his bladder. So many water sound effects because of the shower, and then even MORE when the main character’s friend started re-filling the squirt guns in the kitchen. Adam had to read out the line “I need to pee!” more times than he could count, and each time it got harder and harder not to tack on something like “And I MEAN it, I really DO have to pee! Bad!”
At the conclusion of the story, the mom finishes showering and the boy makes it to the toilet just in time, with the lesson being that he should have gone as soon as he’d first realized he needed to.
Watching Adam palm his crotch for a split second as he closed the book, Alex hoped his boyfriend would decide to LISTEN to that lesson…
“Y—You liked that?” Adam asked the girls.
They both nodded, and Charity gave him a hug. A very, very tight hug that made it feel like a rope was being tightened firmly around his bladder. “Ooooh—“ he winced softly.
“Oh, I think he’s ticklish!” Charity smiled.
“Wait—“
But, it was too late, Charity had begun to dig her fingers all up and down Adam’s side, and then Mary was trying to assail him from the other. Adam was unable to hold in his laughter, which only egged them on even more— “Stop—Stop it!— Stop—“ he begged, very close to being unable to hold in something else.
“Al—Alright,” Alex interrupted. “Time for bed. That’s enough.”
The girls released Adam and Charity scurried back into her own bed. Adam tried to catch his breath while he gingerly stood up, cradling his lower stomach as he tried not to let his hands go between his legs. “Goodnight,” he said with another wince. “Sleep well—“
“Can’t we have another story?” Mary asked.
“Only if Alex reads it,” Adam said, letting his legs cross back together. “I have something I need to do right now.”
“Pleaaase?” Charity begged.
“N—No, I REALLY need to go,” Adam said, inching closer and closer towards the door.
“You guys need to go to sleep now anyway,” Alex emphasized. “Adam will read you another story another time. Don’t worry.”
“Okay…” Mary said.
“Yeah…” Charity agreed.
Once outside the room, Alex gently shut the door. Adam stood there for a few seconds, lifting his legs rapidly one right after the other. He wanted to break into a sprint for the toilet, but his bladder was convulsing like mad and causing him to remain rooted to his place.
Alex smiled, “D—Do you need me to help you walk there?”
“Please?” Adam asked. “Feels like I’m gonna come apart if I move too fast…”
“You should have gone earlier,” Alex scolded, taking Adam’s arm and leading him down the hallway.
“I know…” Adam moaned.
Before they could reach the restroom, they heard the front door opening. Alex’s Mom and Grandmother had both returned home. Mom approached them quickly and started asking all sorts of questions about how the kids had behaved.
Alex fielded all of them as Adam wriggled beside him. He nudged his boyfriend’s shoulder, trying to encourage him to just GO while he talked to his Mom, but Adam remained where he was in spite of his obvious distress.
“Did you have any… Any luck with Mary today?”
“We did, actually,” Alex said. “She used the potty a few times. I figured out a way to make her less afraid of it.”
“Really?” Mom asked. “What did you do?”
“Uh—Um… Well…” Alex stumbled over his words. “I… I kind of—“
“Act-Actually!” Adam interrupted, hoping to spare Alex from a bit of humiliation by shouldering all the embarrassment onto himself. “Uh— Sp—Speaking of… That… I need to go. Bad. They behaved well, but kept us really busy, so—“
“Oh,” Mom said. “I won’t keep you two any longer, then.”
“Thank you,” Adam said, and he finally resumed his urgent hobbling towards the restroom. “C—Come on, Alex. You can go first if you want.”
Alex was confused at first, he supposed he could probably pee now if he gave it a try, but Adam had been bursting for a long time… Then, he realized Adam was just trying to rescue him from the conversation and followed after him. “That’s fine, Adam. You can go first.”
“Thanks,” Adam said, rushing into the restroom and shutting the door behind himself.
Knowing Adam’s plan to save him from the embarrassment of telling Mom exactly HOW he’d potty-trained Mary, Alex stayed glued to the restroom door and made himself shimmy around; Trying to appear as though he definitely had to pee too badly to talk to someone!
It felt REALLY weird to be doing a pee-dance when his bladder felt pretty much entirely empty. Alex hoped it still looked real and natural. He hitched his hips from side to side and crossed his legs, but since nothing inside him was actually TELLING him to fidget and bounce it was hard to keep up a frantic appearance.
Inside the restroom, Adam was having NO trouble at all appearing frantic with need! He was in such a rush to get the toilet open that he accidentally slammed the lid and seat against the tank hard enough to create a loud slamming sound. Now with the bowl available to him, his bladder cramped and sprung a leak. He tensed his thighs to plug it back up, but it didn’t work, so by the time he was freeing himself from his boxers the material encasing his prosthetic was pretty damp and sodden.
Pee glided out and onto the rim of the bowl as Adam started to pee full-force before he could aim. It splattered off the rim and against his knees and he hurried to correct himself, then his urine was pounding into the water so thunderously that he was glad Alex didn’t ACTUALLY need to go right now— If his boyfriend had really been desperate, Adam would have felt just awful making him listen to this…
As it was though, Adam felt amazing. The sensation of his bladder compressing, shrinking and crumpling back down to its proper size was enough to get him moaning. He also felt very silly for letting himself get SO desperate tonight, especially whenever he remembered certain lines from the picture book he’d been asked to read. He was a grown adult, but the lesson in a book for toddlers was one that had been lost on him this evening.
He finished and used a bit of toilet paper to clean up the little puddle from when he’d missed, then dabbed it against his damp knees a few times. When he zipped himself back up, he cringed at the clammy, cold slickness he felt over his crotch… He’d seriously almost had an accident there!
He left the restroom, and tried not to laugh when he saw Alex’s very exaggerated pee-dancing… He didn’t bounce or hold himself THAT much even when he was ACTUALLY desperate!
Alex’s over-acting continued when he then started to push himself past Adam, “Oh, thank you!” he gasped out. “I’m barely holding on!”
Adam bit his lip. He needed to teach Alex how to act in a way that was less… Hammy. ‘Silly guy…’
Adam stayed by the door, listening as Alex DID actually choose to go. A short trickle hit the toilet bowl, certainly nothing that justified Alex’s performance out here, and then Alex was back out a minute later.
Even if Alex wasn’t a great actor, it was at least enough to keep him from needing to tell his Mom he’d used a potty chair today. She didn’t need to know that.
***
The following day, Alex received a phone call from his Mom. She thanked him again for helping with the kids, and for convincing Mary to use the potty chair. “But… Charity tells me… Alex, did you… Did you have an ‘accident’ yesterday?” she asked.
“Wh—What—“
“Because… I don’t mean to embarrass you, but I could tell you were having an emergency when you came to the house yesterday… And when you were waiting for Adam outside the restroom you were doing a dance I haven’t seen you do since you were three… Then, Charity said you… Got the floor wet at some point yesterday too… Are you having problems, sweetie?”
“N—No— I—“ Alex stammered. “I just—“
“I know, it’s very embarrassing— Especially when you’re still so young— But, if there’s something going on, you could try kegel exercises. I had to do that for a while after some of you were born, it’s—“
“That’s… That’s not it,” Alex said. “I… Um… I did have to go really bad when I came over yesterday, but that’s just because I forgot to pee when I got up!”
“You shouldn’t do that, Alex…”
“I— I know… And the thing in the evening… Like Adam said, we were REAL busy all day. That’s all.”
“And what Charity said?”
“I… Look…” Alex worried at his lip. “I— Okay. I wanted Mary to stop being scared of the potty, so I… Used it to show her there was no big deal, and I just went too much.”
“… Oh.”
“Yeah…”
“At least it worked… Mary hasn’t had any accidents at all today.”
“That’s great,” Alex said, genuinely happy to hear it. |
Camille was Adam’s friend. But, Alex got the feeling she didn’t like HIM that much at all. In fact, he KNEW that she didn’t. He’d seen text messages she and Adam had exchanged when Adam had first met him, and through all of them, Camille is trying to convince Adam to stay away from him. Warning him that Alex was surely just like his Papa and the others, and making all sorts of assumptions as to why Alex shouldn’t be trusted. Every time, Adam would tell her that he wanted to get to know Alex, that Alex obviously needed a friend and was lonely, that he didn’t think Alex was all that much like his Papa at all… But, Camille still advised Adam against talking to Alex, that one day he’d turn on him.
Alex was, of course, glad that Adam hadn’t listened to any of that. But, it still hurt that one of his partner’s friends didn’t like him. And for something that he couldn’t control. It wasn’t his choice to be born into a community like the one he’d grown up in. But, it HAD been his choice to leave, so that had to count for something, right?
Alex knew he probably wasn’t supposed to see those messages, but once he had, he couldn’t get them out of his mind. “Does your friend hate me?” he asked Adam one day.
“Huh? What friend?”
“Camille,” Alex said. “I saw all these messages. She said she wants you to stay away from me?”
“Oh,” Adam rubbed the back of his neck. “When I told her about your family and all that super conservative stuff, and the… group they were in, she thought you’d be… Closed minded and bigoted and stuff. She’s trans just like we are, and back then she thought that if you knew who I was, you’d hurt me. But, you aren’t like that at all. She knows that now. I’ve told her so much about you.”
Alex wasn’t so sure.
Alex didn’t go with Adam when he visited Camille. He stayed home in the apartment. Adam wished he wouldn’t, though.
“Come on, you should go with me,” Adam said.
“No,” Alex said. “Camille already hates me.”
“Camille doesn’t hate you,” Adam insisted. “She was scared that you would judge her before you got to know her just because she’s trans, since she’s had bad experiences with religion before. And, because of that, she judged YOU before getting to know you just because of who your family is. She told me she was sorry, and she knows I’m a good judge of character. She wants to say sorry to you too, and to get to know you.”
“…She does?” Alex asked, sounding skeptical.
“She does,” Adam said. “Whenever I go see her, you’re pretty much all I can talk about. Of course she wants to meet you.”
Alex looked away. “I… I don’t know, Adam,” he said. “She said I ‘didn’t deserve’ you…”
“And she’s sorry,” Adam said. “She rushed to judge you, like I said. Just… Give her a chance, okay?”
“…Okay,” Alex said. If Adam could forgive Camille, maybe he could as well.
So, the next weekend, they went to visit her and spend the night. Camille’s place was a lot smaller. But, she lived alone and didn’t have any pets, so that was probably okay. “Adam!” Camille waved energetically as he stepped inside. “And, you must be Alex! How are you liking the real world with all us heathens?”
Alex blinked a few times, his neck bristling. If what Adam had said about her was true, then he knew she wasn’t trying to make him feel uncomfortable… But he still DID feel uncomfortable. “Um… Hello,” he said. She was wearing a long Summer dress, and Alex thought for a moment about how she must have spent her whole life wishing she could wear that kind of thing while Alex had grown up wishing he could wear literally anything else.
“Well, come in, I don’t bite,” Camille said.
Alex hesitantly stepped inside. Camille had some unusual decorations. Lots of them were shaped like weird monsters and creatures. Alex could recognize one of the posters on the wall as being for a particularly gruesome horror movie he’d seen five minutes of on TV and then had nightmares about for a month. He gathered from the blood present on the other posters that they were from horror movies as well.
“Oh, have you seen that one?” Camille asked, noticing him looking at the poster. “It’s great.”
Alex just nodded.
“We can watch one of them today,” Camille said. “Help me find the remote— You know what remotes look like, right?”
Alex felt like his feet were falling out from under him. Was she making fun of him for being sheltered, or seriously asking a question? He looked behind himself at Adam.
Adam let out an awkward laugh, “Of course he knows what TV remotes look like, silly. He’s not a caveman.”
“Oh,” Camille said. “Just have to make sure, I know a lot of families like that ban TV so their kids don’t get exposed to the fact society exists.”
Alex thought it would probably be a bad idea to mention that most TV programs really WERE banned at his old home. He didn’t want Camille to carry on thinking he was totally out of touch. Even if he kind of was…
Alex found the remote on the couch, “H—Here,” he said.
“Okay, good,” Camille said. “Just leave it there for now, I’m gonna make some popcorn. Has Adam shown you how to do that yet?”
Alex worried at his lip. “We… We did make popcorn at my old house…” he said.
“Oh?” Camille said, genuinely surprised. “Did they make you eat it unsalted and unbuttered?”
“Huh? No,” Alex said. “Why would they?”
Camille shrugged. “I just figured, since they didn’t want you to experience any kind of joy, that—“
“Camille,” Adam interrupted quickly and sharply. “I’ll help you with the popcorn.”
Alex slumped onto the couch. This wasn’t going well at all!
***
“Do you have to do that?” Adam demanded in a harsh whisper once he and Camille were in the kitchen.
“Do what?”
“You know what,” Adam said. “You are making him uncomfortable.”
“I’m… I’m not trying to,” Camille said. “I’m just curious. I’ve never met anyone from a different planet before.”
Adam stared at her, his mouth set into a harsh line.
“You KNOW what I mean,” Camille said. “Come on, you can’t tell me you didn’t think he came from a different world at first too.”
“I did,” Adam admitted. “But, I didn’t try to make him FEEL like an alien. I’m sure he feels that way enough on his own.”
“Oh…”
“Look, I know you’re not TRYING to make fun of him,” Adam said. “Or, at least I HOPE not—“
“—I’m not—“
“But, don’t talk to him about that stuff unless HE brings it up,” Adam said. “Growing up that way, and especially LEAVING— None of that was easy on him, sometimes he doesn’t even want to talk to ME about all of it. Just— Forget where he comes from and treat him like every other guy, okay?”
Adam hoped that Camille could understand and relate to what he was saying. Alex had a life ‘before’ and a life ‘after’. Just like she did. She had her life ‘before’ where she’d pretended to be a man, and her life ‘after’ where she could live as a woman. Much like Alex. Just, in Alex’s ‘before’ he hadn’t just been pretending to be a different gender, he’d been living in a very unusual way as well. Alex had needed to go through two enormous transitions simultaneously; From a fake girl to a real man and from a sheltered, isolated life to living among society.
“O—Okay,” Camille said. “I didn’t mean to upset him. It’s just… It’s interesting, you know?”
Adam could understand that to an extent. Alex’s wonder at the world around him was like nothing Adam had seen before, and it was indeed very interesting to watch him discover things that had become so mundane to Adam. “I know. But, remember, he’s a person. Not an exhibit in a museum.”
They made the popcorn, and Camille ordered a couple pizzas as well. One cheese for Adam, and one with lots of meat for herself and Alex. “What’s it like having to eat vegetarian stuff most nights?” she asked him. “Does it get boring?”
Some of Alex’s tension eased. That question wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable. “It’s not bad,” he shrugged. He wanted to add that he hadn’t really tried that many foods before he lived with Adam, so he was nowhere near bored with any of it yet. But, he didn’t want to give Camille another reason to bring up his past. “Tofu is good.”
“It tastes like nothing,” Camille said.
“You just have to season it,” Adam protested. “Of course if you eat it plain it doesn’t taste like much!”
When the pizza arrived, Adam grabbed Alex a few slices piled high with various meats. He then grabbed a packet of red pepper flakes. “You like spicy foods?” he asked.
Alex nodded. He LOVED spicy foods.
“If you put this stuff on the pizza, that will make it hotter. You wanna try that?”
More nodding. Of course he wanted that!
Adam pulled open the packet and seasoned Alex’s pizza slices. “There you go, my little spice head,” he said, giving Alex a kiss on the cheek.
“Awww,” Camille said. “You two are so cute that it’s almost nauseating.”
Alex chewed on his lip. That… Sounded like a compliment? But, it also kind of didn’t… He wasn’t sure what to make of it. Probably best to stay quiet, he decided.
As Camille picked a movie for the three to watch, Alex clasped his hands and shut his eyes, beginning to mumble softly.
“Is… Is he praying to the pizza?” Camille asked.
“No,” Adam said. “He just likes to say grace before he eats, that’s all.”
Alex wished the heavy heat would vacate from his chest. He’d always done this before eating a meal. It wasn’t until he met Adam that he learned it wasn’t something everyone did. He remembered thinking it was weird how Adam and his family would just start eating right away, but he hadn’t said anything because he didn’t want to make Adam feel like he was strange. Maybe this was another one of those times where HE was the strange one and Adam had just never brought it up… Once he’d finished his prayer, he looked up. “Is it weird to do that?”
“No,” Adam promised. “Don’t worry.”
“Yeah,” Camille said. “I’ve just only ever seen people do that in movies, that’s all.”
Alex felt better after Adam’s reassurance— And especially after Camille’s. He so wanted to show her that he was normal and a good person.
Adam should have been paying more attention to the movie Camille selected. In the past, Alex had managed to become terrified and wracked with nightmares after watching an absolutely terrible, utterly cheesy ghost movie from the 1960s. The thing was so bad that the wires holding up the ‘floating’ objects were totally obvious in most scenes, and at one point the microphone was even visible above the characters’ heads. The acting had been atrocious, not one person was able to believably convey that they were scared by any of the supernatural events happening in the paper-thin excuse for a ‘plot’.
But, Alex had been so frightened after watching it that he’d spent the entire night clinging onto Adam— Which became pretty big problem when Adam woke up needing the toilet in the worst way and had had a difficult time waking Alex to let him up. Eventually, he’d had to shove Alex pretty hard and almost shout “Alex, if you don’t let go, I’m gonna pee all over the place!”
There was another occasion where Alex accidentally caught a brief snippet of a much more gruesome horror film, and the very same thing had happened.
So, given what Adam knew about Alex and his ability to handle scary movies, he was pretty sure that a horror film with top-notch special effects focusing on demonic possession of all things was NOT something Alex should be shown. When he saw the title flash on the screen, he looked over at Camille. “Um… Hey, is there anything else we can watch tonight?”
Camille frowned, “But, we’ve been waiting for this thing to come out for months!” she reminded.
“I… I know,” Adam said. He was trying to avoid saying anything along the lines of ‘But my boyfriend gets scared easily by these movies, and I think demons are a topic he’s probably very sensitive about.’ Alex already felt like such an outsider, telling Camille they had to watch something else on his behalf would make him feel worse. “Um… Alex?” he asked. “Is this movie okay with you?”
Alex had been feeling wary ever since he’d seen what the movie was called and learned it involved exorcisms. But, he so badly wanted Camille to like him. That wouldn’t happen if he complained about her taste in movies. “It’s… It’s fine,” he said.
“You’re sure?” Adam asked.
“Yeah,” Alex nodded. He had his pizza to focus on, anyway. He’d just keep his eyes on his plate instead of on the screen. That way he wouldn’t get too scared.
Camille pressed play and the film began.
It was hard not to look at the screen, there was so much screaming taking place on it. Alex took a bite of his pizza. Adam was right, the red pepper flakes did make it taste better. But, when another scream tore through the speakers, he jumped and nearly choked.
Adam put a hand on Alex’s shoulder and leaned in close, “Remember, none of this is real, okay? It’s just pretend.”
Alex knew that, of course. But, he didn’t know if ALL demons were pretend or just the ones in the movie. At his old home, there had been lots of talk about demons, and about how they could possess people and take control of their bodies and brains. This idea had been horrifying to Alex growing up, that something could come inside him and turn him into something he wasn’t. Whenever he got sick as a child, which happened often since doctor’s visits had been forbidden, he thought that his body was trying to ward off a demon and that he needed to pray extra hard to make sure it didn’t manage to force its way into him.
He’d had doubts later about Papa’s demon stories. Papa had said Adam and his family all had demons in them. But, every story he’d ever heard about demons had involved people speaking in raspy, hissing voices and being able to climb walls and rotate their limbs in unnatural ways. Nobody in Adam’s family could do those things. Papa told him that was because the demons were smart and knew how to hide when people were around, but his house and Adam’s house had been so close together. He was able to see into their kitchen from his room, and at no point was there ever anything scary and weird going on in there.
So, he knew Papa had definitely been lying about THOSE demons, but that didn’t mean there just weren’t ANY, did it?
Alex kept his eyes glued to the plate in his lap and kept eating his spicy pizza. Which prompted him to gulp down all of his water very, very quickly. Once he was out of pizza, he no longer had anything else to pay attention to other than the gruesome scenes taking place on screen. When he looked up, a demon was bursting out of a woman’s chest to scream at a priest reciting prayers. Alex shuddered, and he pressed himself against Adam.
Adam took his hand immediately and started to rub it soothingly. “Shhh…” he whispered softly. “It’s not real, it’s not real.”
“I know,” Alex whimpered back.
Adam pulled Alex closer, “Don’t be scared, it’s just a movie,” he said. “I’ve got you.”
Alex trembled in Adam’s arms. Adam felt warm at the feeling of Alex’s body pressed so firmly into his own, and he felt terrible for it. Snuggly Alex may have been the best kind of Alex, but it was a lot less fun when Adam knew he was terrified. He rubbed his side. “Shhh…”
After several more grizzly moments in the film, Alex began to feel a reminder of all the water he’d swallowed. He clenched his already shaking thighs together and told himself to ignore it. Camille had turned out all the lights when she’d put the movie on and by now the sun was setting. It was pitch dark, except for the flickering of the television. The twisting shadows Alex saw creeping into the hallway that he knew led to the toilet looked downright petrifying. He couldn’t get up and maneuver himself through this place. At least not alone!
He needed Adam to walk with him to the bathroom. He needed Adam to hold onto his arm the whole way there. He needed Adam to stand right there next to him, to guard him while he urinated.
But… Camille would see if they went to the toilet together. Camille would think that was very weird! Alex KNEW it was weird that he and Adam peed together so often, he KNEW most couples didn’t share literally EVERY moment like that. Camille would probably ask why Alex couldn’t just go pee by himself. And Camille already thought he was strange, and out of touch. If he admitted a movie had scared him so bad that he couldn’t go to the toilet alone, her opinion of him would definitely not improve.
He’d hold it. Maybe once the movie was over and the lights came back, he’d feel brave enough to make the walk to the restroom on his own.
Except, now that he’d noticed he needed to go, it was getting worse fast. Subconsciously, he’d begun to press himself against Adam, almost grinding on him in an attempt to quell his bladder’s fury.
Adam’s eyes widened at Alex’s movements. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t… Appreciate them an awful lot, but he was a little confused. Alex was definitely not the kind of guy to act frisky like this when they weren’t alone. And, why was THAT on his mind right now, anyway? Wasn’t he currently scared out of his wits?
Not to mention, Alex rocking against him, bouncing him around… It was making Adam wish he’d taken a bathroom break before the movie had started. He wasn’t desperate or anything, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how nice a quick pee would feel right about now. He could ask Camille to pause the film, he supposed. But… Alex was absolutely GLUED to him at the moment, and trembling like a leaf in a harsh breeze. Even IF Alex managed to let go of him long enough for him to go use the toilet, Alex would be left alone for all that time! And, Adam absolutely did NOT want to leave his shaking, terrified boyfriend by himself right now. He knew that his presence was the only thing keeping Alex from falling apart with fear.
He’d hold it. Maybe once the movie was over and the lights came back on, Alex would feel brave enough to be by himself for a couple minutes.
Adam tried not to fidget with his need. Alex was basically on top of him after all, and he had a feeling that making any sudden movements would startle Alex enough that he’d scream— Which would be painfully embarrassing for the poor thing. Adam tried to make do with just slightly rocking his hips back and forth, an action that seemed to do more harm than good as the liquid he was holding sloshed to and fro within him.
Alex felt Adam starting to tremble. ‘He must be scared, too!’ Alex realized. Adam was surely just putting on a brave face right now for Alex’s benefit, trying not to let on how frightened he really was to avoid freaking him out. That was so much like Adam, to try and assure Alex he was his big, strong protector. Alex tightened his arms around Adam, both in gratitude and a desire to help him calm down.
For some reason, Adam let out a little squeak when Alex squeezed him— A noise which made Alex jump and his bladder lurch. A single drop exited its prison. Just one. Just. One. But still, enough to make Alex blush and tense his body up even more.
‘Oh, God, Alex…’ Adam thought. ‘I know you’re scared , but PLEASE…’ The tight, constricting embrace around his body made it feel like an anvil had been dropped on his bladder. Alex’s arms cut into him worse than a belt that was three sizes too small. And Alex was still doing the grinding thing up against him. Every so often, he’d speed up his motions, then go suddenly still and rigid, then continue on.
It was affecting Adam. It was affecting Adam in a couple of ways. One of them very pleasant— One that made him wish he and Alex weren’t staying the night here and were instead going to be nestled together in their own bed soon. But, the other wasn’t pleasant at all— Alex was mashing and jostling the fuck out of his poor bladder, every bounce making him feel less certain about his ability to keep waiting this out. He tried rubbing Alex’s back to make him settle, but it didn’t seem to be working.
Nothing could make Alex settle at that point. He was so scared he was fighting back screams, and his bladder felt like it actually WAS screaming. He was so angry with himself, too! There was a perfectly usable toilet not too far away from his current position. There was no real reason that he couldn’t just walk over to it and relieve himself! He was an adult! Adults shouldn’t ever be so scared that they need an escort to go pee!
But, Alex DID need an escort. He hated himself for it, but he did. His bladder seared and kicked and protested against him, begging him to please, please, please just get up and go. But, he couldn’t. Every time he started trying to talk himself into it, another scream would sound from the TV, another spurt would leave his bladder, and he’d find himself totally unable to move.
Every time Alex got startled, he would press himself more firmly into Adam. Adam’s bladder screamed even louder than the characters in the movie each time this happened. He felt something warm and damp hit his crotch and it completely shocked him, He hadn’t even felt the loss of control at all, he hadn’t felt his bladder loosening, nor the warm rush of pee slipping past his defenses. But, his shorts were indeed growing sodden, so he must have been losing it. He must have simply been so desperate to go that he couldn’t feel any of the relief from his short losses of control.
‘Alex,’ he wanted to say. ‘Let me up, I’m about to wet my pants.’ But, he couldn’t. Alex needed him right here, holding him, keeping him safe and sound. Alex needed him here a whole lot more than Adam needed to be in the restroom.
Alex hoped he hadn’t leaked enough for Adam to start feeling it. With their positions, if Alex burst and peed himself, it would hit Adam’s crotch as well and make it look like they’d both had accidents. If Alex lost it, he’d humiliate himself in front of this new person he wanted to have like him. If Alex lost it, he’d humiliate Adam in front of one of his friends! So, Alex had to hold it! He had to! He clenched his thigh muscles and gnashed his teeth together and he held it!
Finally, after quite a few more jump-scares that caused Alex quite a few more leaks, the movie was over. The credits were rolling.
Camille finally looked away from the screen and stared at Alex and Adam, hanging off of each other and trembling. That was strange, she’d expected Alex to get kinda freaked out, but these movies never bothered Adam that much. Why was HE so shaky?
“Did you like it?” Camille asked.
Adam had barely paid attention through most of it, focused only on Alex and on his bladder. “Y—Yeah,” he said. “Alex? Sweet thing? That wasn’t too much for you, was it?”
It HAD been too much for Alex. All of it had been too much. The movie had been too much, and the water he’d had to drink had been way, WAY too much. Still, he wanted to appear brave and confident in front of Camille, so he said “I’m okay.” His claim was laughable; He’d made no move to let go of Adam, even as his bladder wept and pleaded for him to let go and run to the toilet before it exploded.
THAT was a problem for Adam. Was Alex so scared out of his wits that he STILL couldn’t be left on the couch even now that the movie was over? What if Alex clung to him here all night? He’d burst! “Alex,” he said softly. “I’m sorry, I gotta—“
“Adam, I need the bathroom now!” Alex blurted out.
Adam blinked at him. He began to understand why he hadn’t felt it coming out when he’d spurted into his pants. HE hadn’t been the one leaking. He mentally kicked himself. He could have gotten up to pee AGES ago and just brought Alex WITH him! Alex clearly wouldn’t have objected. “You… You do?”
Alex nodded frantically. His fear hadn’t died down at all since the movie’s conclusion, he still felt like demons were lurking nearby. He still needed Adam to go with him! He struggled to think of an excuse, to think of some reason he needed an escort that DIDN’T involve being frightened. Camille would laugh at him if he admitted how scared he was to go alone! “And— And I don’t know where it is,” he stammered. “I didn’t want to interrupt before! Show me now?”
Adam knew that that was not the reason Alex was so desperate for him to accompany him. This apartment was tiny. There were only three doors that could possibly lead to a restroom, Alex would have found it for himself easily if he’d gotten up to look. But, he understood why Alex needed Camille to believe that that was the only problem. “Of course, Alex,” Adam said. “I’m ready to burst too,” he admitted.
At those words, Alex’s heart sank a little. If he’d just SAID something sooner, he would have been able to pee a lot earlier… Camille wouldn’t have guessed Alex was terrified by the movie if he and Alex went together; Not when they were both just really desperate! Alex nodded to him, “Hurry!” he pleaded.
“You gotta let me up,” Adam reminded.
Alex reluctantly got to his feet, but he kept one hand clamped around Adam’s wrist for comfort. The other hand was nestled up against his crotch, attempting to plug up any further leakage.
Adam stood as well. As much as he would have appreciated the ability to hold himself with BOTH hands instead of just one, he made no attempt to squirm his wrist from Alex’s grasp. He had a feeling Alex was always going to be holding onto him in some way for the next several hours at least.
Camille watched as the two gingerly got to their feet, fidgeting and clutching at themselves. It was a somewhat comical sight; Two adults, joined by their hands, squirming and dancing. “Heh, awww…” she said. “You guys seriously do EVERYTHING together, don’t you?”
“Y—Yeah,” Adam said with a blush. “Pretty much.”
“Hurry!” Alex repeated.
Adam didn’t need to be told twice, he stayed right by Alex’s side as the two of them stumbled towards the restroom and entered it.
Camille was a little surprised when they went in at the same time. Apparently, they weren’t going to wait on one another… Which she supposed was understandable as they were clearly both ready to pop. But, the fact they hadn’t even discussed it with each other suggested they did that often. Often enough that it no longer had to be talked about.
Inside the restroom, Alex and Adam were both wriggling and shaking so much they were struggling to get themselves unzipped. It didn’t help that Alex was still clinging to Adam’s wrist with one hand. “Can’t hold it…” Alex moaned under his breath.
“Gonna burst…” Adam muttered. Finally, he managed to grab hold of his zipper and pull it down. “Oh, finally…” he gasped out as he freed his prosthetic and—
He… Had a very difficult time aiming with a single hand. How he usually did it, he’d use one hand to press the cup of his prosthetic against himself and use the other to aim his stream. One handed just didn’t work for him. He either ‘missed’ the funnel a bit and spilled some of his urine into his pants, or he messed up his aim and got a little on the ground.
Using just one hand didn’t really work so well for Alex either, which he remembered as he got his own dick out.
“Gonna have to stop holding my hand for a minute,” Adam said, bouncing up and down in front of the toilet. “You can lean your head on my shoulder if that helps you feel better, though.”
Alex reluctantly released Adam’s hand and leaned against him instead, pointing his cock at the bowl.
Adam did the same. Now that he was out and aimed at the toilet, a short hiss of a stream jetted out before he’d given it permission to. He clamped it off, painfully. He needed this SO badly, he wanted to just let go! But, after that awful night in the woods where Alex’s fear had locked his bladder up, Adam didn’t want to allow his own body to relax until he knew for sure that Alex’s also could.
Alex was just about to let go of his bladder, JUST about to let his muscles cede the fight to the watery torment pushing against them… But, then he noticed Adam wasn’t peeing, that he’d only been able to release a little spurt. So, Alex made himself go tense and rigid. It was torture to make his bladder continue on holding it with the toilet literally RIGHT there in front of him, but if Adam was having trouble, he didn’t want to taunt him.
When Alex did not release after several seconds, Adam cringed. It had been one thing to help Alex out that night in the tent when he HADN’T also been bursting. It was going to be quite another to do it NOW when he was ready to explode… “Alex?” Adam started to ask, at the same time Alex moaned, “Ohhh, please relax and go now, Adam! I can’t wait anymore!”
They’d… Been waiting on each other, Adam realized. Just like earlier, during the movie, they’d BOTH been putting one another first without noticing what the other ACTUALLY needed. He felt his cheeks warm as a small smile took over his face. And then he gave his bladder permission to unclench. Pee gushed out and trickled into the water, and Adam’s smile grew as all of his taut muscles instantly grew slack.
Immediately, Alex’s stream did the same, and his chest began to heave with relief. “Hahhh… Phew…”
“I… I thought that you couldn’t go…” Adam managed between deep breaths. “Was trying to wait for you…”
“I thought that YOU couldn’t go!” Alex said. He felt such a delightful sensation of shrinking taking place in his center, the heavy weight of his bladder that he’d been carrying around was rapidly growing smaller and smaller as he depleted it of its liquid. Through the haze of dizzying amounts of relief, he now felt a little worried too. He and Adam certainly weren’t communicating too well tonight! He hoped that didn’t mean they were growing apart from each other! Head still resting against his boyfriend’s shoulder, he nervously nuzzled him as his pee continued spraying.
“Aww,” Adam said, chest warming. He knew it was awful to take such delight in Alex’s cuddles at the moment; He was doing this out of fear, after all. (Not to mention, Adam was positive that MOST couples didn’t get so touchy-feely with each other while sharing the toilet— Most couples DIDN’T share the toilet at all to begin with!) It still felt good though. It felt even better than peeing did, and that was saying a lot, because WOW did it feel good to pee right now! That was the one nice thing about getting desperate like that, it always made letting it out feel incredible!
Adam’s stream tapered off first and he let out a long groan as he zipped his shorts back up. Alex finished a few seconds later, exhaling a quiet “That’s better…” while he tucked his prosthetic back away. Immediately, his hand was back around Adam’s wrist, squeezing tight.
Adam winced. Alex sure was STRONG when he wasn’t putting all his energy towards not pissing his pants… “Um, we gotta wash our hands, remember?”
Alex nodded, wishing they could do that without him needing to let go of Adam. He did so, very reluctantly, and Adam hugged him, rubbing his back up and down. “You’re okay, Alex. It was just a movie, don’t be frightened.”
“I’m scared,” Alex said.
“All of that was fake,” Adam reassured. “You’re alri—“
“We’re not good at talking to each other anymore!” Alex blurted out.
Adam let go of his partner. “Huh? We’re very good at talking to each other, silly.”
“We both… We held it because we couldn’t tell each other we had to go, and—“
“Shhh…” Adam hushed him. “That’s no big deal.” He lowered his voice. “You were real embarrassed to ask me to take you to the bathroom in front of Camille, weren’t you?”
Alex nodded. “Y—Yeah… And… You probably just didn’t wanna get up and leave me by myself, right?”
“Yes,” Adam said. “That doesn’t mean we’re bad at talking to each other, it’s perfectly normal that you feel embarrassed saying certain things around certain people.”
“And… And, it’s good that you wanted to protect me,” Alex said. “You could tell I was scared even though I kept saying that I wasn’t…”
Adam kept quiet. He didn’t want to point out to Alex that someone would have been able to see that he was scared all the way from Mars.
Alex hugged Adam again, “Next time, I’ll tell you sooner if I have to go, I promise.”
“That’s good,” Adam praised. “Hey, if you don’t like saying that in front of everybody, maybe we can use a code-word instead?”
“Code…Word?” Alex repeated.
“Yeah,” Adam said. “It’s, like, a phrase that means something different than what you’d think it means. Like, someone could say ‘the canary has landed’ instead of ‘my boyfriend is visiting’, if they didn’t want someone to overhear and know about it.”
“Oh…” Alex said. “So, I could say… Um… ‘I feel stressed’ instead of ‘I have to pee’ and you’ll know what I need?”
“Sure. That works,” Adam told him. “And… You know, even if I HADN’T also needed to go earlier, I would have SAID that I did so Camille wouldn’t have figured you wanted a bodyguard. I wouldn’t WANT you to feel ashamed of anything.”
Alex chewed on his lip. That was another thing he should have known; Adam would have come up with a perfectly reasonable explanation for why Alex wasn’t going to the toilet by himself. One that wouldn’t have been humiliating for him.
When the two left the restroom, Camille was still waiting in the living room. “Wow,” she remarked. “You guys were gone for a LONG time.” She smiled. “Just what were you boys doing in there?”
Adam’s eyes flicked over to Alex, and to his surprise he wasn’t blushing at all, just staring blankly. Apparently he hadn’t actually picked up on what Camille was getting at… “Nothing,” Adam said. “We just REALLY needed to go, so it took a while. That’s all.”
“You know I would have paused the movie, right?” Camille asked. “Because I would totally prefer THAT over having a drenched couch.”
Alex DID blush then, “We didn’t—“
“I know,” Camille interrupted. “But, it sure looked like you were getting close to it. Both of you.”
Alex looked down at his feet. He knew she was right. He’d leaked a LOT before the movie had finally ended, and if he hadn’t been in Adam’s lap at the time, some of it COULD have ended up on the sofa cushions… If he’d done THAT, then Camille would definitely never like him! “I’m… I’m sorry…” he said quietly.
Adam squeezed his hand, “She’s only teasing you,” he assured.
“Yeah,” Camille agreed. “I’m not, like, mad at you or anything. Just… Jesus, were bathroom breaks not allowed where you come from?”
Adam’s gaze flicked over to her and he narrowed his eyes, trying to communicate the words ‘KNOCK IT OFF!’ without having to open his mouth.
“Uh—Um…” Alex clutched Adam’s hand tighter. “I… Most of the time they were,” he said. “But, if one of us was acting up, sometimes we’d be locked in a bedroom, and then… Um… I mean SOMETIMES Papa would remember to leave a bucket, but not always, and…”
Camille’s expression, which had been cheerful and teasing a second ago, fell into a tense line. “O—Oh,” she said. “I’m— That’s— Alex, you know that’s abuse, right?”
Alex nodded, “Yeah. Adam told me about how it wasn’t normal. He’s told me lots of stuff that happened to me wasn’t normal… Sometimes I mention something that I think must have happened to everybody, and then I find out it isn’t SUPPOSED to happen to anybody.”
Camille nodded. She was seeing Alex in a new way now. When she’d first heard about him and about the community he was a part of, she’d assumed he must have been an incredibly closed-minded and bigoted person because that was the environment he was raised in. Then she found out he WASN’T actually like that at all and his life of isolation had become a point of interest for her; She’d meant what she’d said earlier, it was like Alex was an alien visiting Earth for the first time.
But, now she was coming to grasp what all of that isolation had really MEANT for Alex as a person. Not only did it provide a way for his abuse to be hidden from the world, it had kept him from even UNDERSTANDING that what was happening to him WAS abuse in the first place. He’d needed to see a normal family— Adam’s family— interact with one another before the cracks in his own family and community could be visible to him. And that didn’t make her feel curious, it just made her feel sad. What a horrid way to have to grow up.
“Alex, are you okay?” Camille asked.
“Huh?” Alex looked up at her. “Y—Yeah, I’m fine now. All better.”
Camille hadn’t been asking about his bladder. She’d honestly forgotten how this conversation had started. “I meant… I get you don’t wanna talk to me about all that stuff from before, but you DO talk to someone about it, right?”
“Ohhh,” Alex nodded. “Yeah, I do. I talk to Adam, and people at my new church about it all the time, plus I see a therapist. And I talk to God about it a lot, too. He helps me the most, He’s the one that brought Adam to me, and both of them helped me understand who and where I’m supposed to be.”
Camille was glad he was seeing a therapist. And, while she didn’t personally believe in God, she still thought it was unbelievably sweet that Alex apparently viewed his relationship with Adam as a gift from a higher power. Alex must have REALLY loved him. Of course, that had been pretty obvious before just from the way she’d seen the two look at each other tonight. And all the way back when Adam had been texting her about Alex, it had become increasingly more and more obvious how utterly smitten he was becoming.
Every time Camille tried to persuade Adam away from Alex she’d be flooded with messages about how sweet Alex was, how kind and compassionate he was… And, before long, the messages took on a different tone. Adam started to describe how Alex smiled, he started to describe the color of his eyes, the freckles on his face… Then, when Adam gave Alex some things so he could present as a man for the first time…
‘HOLY SHIT.
I gave Alex some of my old stuff to try on to help him out, and I saw him wearing it for the first time today, and GOD DAMN. I. I just. I can’t even. He pulled his hair back into a ponytail, and his EYES are like. FUCK. I thought all those romance books you read were just being corny when they talked about getting lost in somebody’s eyes but I GET it now.
And. Like. He had the cutest blush on his face. And he looked SO nervous cuz all of this is still super new to him and shit. And he was like “How do I look?” and I stg I forgot how to even talk. I just. I couldn’t stop staring at him. And it got him all worried cuz he thought he must have looked bad so I had to be all “Alex no, you look amazing. But, how you FEEL is more important.” and he was like “I feel like ME. For the first time ever. Thank you so much.” And that was the sweetest freaking thing.
God.
I think I love him.
I really do.
And. Like. I know it probably won’t ever happen cuz I don’t know where he’s gonna end up after all this stuff with his family and that group is over. But. God, Camille. I have NEVER felt like this before. I’ve thought plenty of guys were hot but I’ve NEVER wished I could just. I don’t know. Lay in a hammock with one of them for thirty hours and talk about nothing. I love him so much.’
Camille remembered how she’d felt when she’d gotten that message. And the memory made her feel guilty now. Because, when she’d gotten that message, her first emotion had not been delight or happiness for Adam, it had not been hope that he and Alex would be able to be together… She’d instead felt devastated, and she’d hoped that Adam would either stop feeling that way about Alex or Alex would have to go somewhere very far away to escape.
Because, all those things Adam felt for Alex were the things Camille felt for Adam.
She’d never said a word about it— It wouldn’t have mattered anyway; Adam liked men. But, even knowing that her own crush was doomed from the start, she’d still resented Alex for quite a while. She didn’t as much anymore, but she’d be lying if she said that watching those two cuddle all evening hadn’t been a bit of a gut-punch. “You have a wonderful guy, Alex,” Camille told him. “And I hope you thank God for him every day.”
Alex smiled, oblivious to Camille’s somberness. “I do!” he said, turning to hug Adam. “He’s the best gift God has ever given to me.”
Adam hugged him back, “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, sweet thing.”
Camille did her best to ignore the ache in her chest as she went to her room to get them some blankets for the night. They were a cute couple. They really were. They were so sweet, so different from each other and yet so similar at the same time. Like God, or whoever it may have been up there, really HAD made them for each other. She had never seen two people so in love before. And that was great. It was great that they had each other, it was great that they were so happy…
But, it hurt too. |
Alex had been taking testosterone for quite a while now. He liked all of the changes so far. His voice was much deeper and smoother without him needing to make a conscious effort to lower it. He had hair on his chest and stomach, and he liked the way that looked and felt. He no longer got a period, and he was very thankful for that. He had a little bit of stubble on his face now, which he wished would grow faster.
After a while though, Alex started to experience a different kind of change. He HAD been told that it could happen by his doctor and by Adam, but it was still a very new feeling for him. He liked being touched by Adam a lot, and he enjoyed all the times they’d fooled around with each other. But, he’d never been… Distracted by WANTING that at all hours of the day.
Adam had said that a while after HE’D begun testosterone, there was an ‘increase’ in the frequency of certain… urges. “It’s like you’re going through puberty again,” Adam had explained. But, Alex couldn’t recall feeling quite so ‘amorous’ the first time around.
At his old home, one of the reasons Papa insisted on timing everyone in the restroom was to make them avoid ‘temptation’. Back then, Alex hadn’t even really known what he was supposed to be ‘tempted’ to do in there. After he’d met Adam and had gotten to know him, Alex did start to fantasize about Adam holding him and touching him— Sometimes underneath his clothes. Then Alex knew what the ‘temptation’ was, and he told himself it was wrong to think about such things, and it was definitely wrong that when he was in the shower, he started to enjoy touching his body and pretending it was actually Adam doing it.
He’d never actually touched any of his most sensitive areas back then, he’d felt so disconnected from those body parts that there was no desire to. Still, he’d rub his butt or stomach and imagine to himself that his hands were really Adam’s. One night, he overstayed his time limit and Papa busted into the room. He’d barely managed to throw his hands back up into his hair in time. He only gave into the touching ‘temptation’ about once a week back then.
Now though, Alex had ways to explore his body that didn’t require playing with the parts of it that felt wrong to him. And he was ‘tempted’ all of the freaking time. In the shower, if Adam wasn’t with him, he’d tweak the nipples of his now flat chest and pretend Adam WAS there. When they were out doing things together, a glance from Adam or the feeling of his hand in his own made heat ripple through Alex’s body as he wished they were back home in bed.
Alex wanted Adam every night. But, he didn’t say anything. He was worried Adam would grow exhausted of fooling around if he did it every time Alex wanted it right now. Alex would wait until Adam asked HIM if he wanted to have some fun, and then give an enthusiastic “Yes, please!” But, that only happened once a week, and with Alex’s sudden burst of friskiness, that wasn’t often enough.
He wanted it more, but he was nervous about making Adam feel pressured or something. He’d never try to talk Adam into doing it if he wasn’t in the mood, and if Adam was only in the mood once a week, then that was that.
Alex tried to savor each week’s fun time, tried to keep himself from cumming too soon, but Adam was SO ridiculously good that Alex never lasted long.
One night, after they’d finished and Alex was trying to catch his breath, Adam said “You know, it could be fun if you took the initiative sometime, too. I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t like to, of course.”
Alex had mulled that over all the next day. So, Adam DID want him to bring it up on his own sometimes… That night, Alex was again filled with need. He and Adam had showered together again, and watching the water gliding down Adam’s body had gotten Alex so worked up that his body was screaming for attention. “Um… Adam?” he asked. “Uh… I’d… Um… I want… Can… Can we touch each other some tonight, please?”
Adam looked at Alex’s pink face and wide eyes, looked at the way his lip was caught between his teeth as he stammered out his request. He was absolutely, irresistibly cute. And Adam was overjoyed to see Alex be the one to initiate.
“If— If you don’t wanna, that’s fine!” Alex added. “I know we just did it last night…”
“Alex, I would love to do it again tonight,” Adam said. “I’m glad you asked.”
Alex kept chewing on his lip, even more heat building inside him now that he knew what was about to happen. “I’ve been… Wanting you all the time lately.”
Adam felt warmth bead through his own body at that. He would be honored to oblige.
The next night, Alex again timidly turned to him. “Um… Tonight too, maybe? Only if you want to…”
And again, Adam took care of him.
Alex’s body was changing in other ways, he had a little bit of growth downstairs, his clitoris now resembling a small penis. When Alex was turned on enough, Adam could suck on it, an action that always got Alex moaning. He was more sensitive down there than ever before, and everything Adam did got him twitching and shaking and gasping.
Alex really DID want Adam every night, and he began to grow more bold about it. He stuttered less when he asked Adam if he was in the mood, “Did you want to do it again tonight?” and Adam was happy he was now more confident. And he NEVER grew tired of Alex’s moaning, or of the way his eyes would roll back in his head as he finished. The vibrating prosthetics Adam had bought began to devour every battery they owned.
Every time, after they’d both climaxed, Alex would nuzzle into Adam, thanking him over and over again for making him feel so good. One night, after they’d finished, Alex got a little nervous again. “Is it bad I want this so often now?”
“Nah,” Adam promised. “It’s normal. I told you before, you’re pretty much going through puberty again. Lots of guys get really horny during puberty, it’s perfectly normal. Just, for you it’s happening when you’re an adult instead of a teenager.”
“Papa said giving into ‘temptations’ is bad,” Alex said.
“It’s not hurting anyone,” Adam said. “It’s healthy and natural to explore your body, don’t worry about what your dad said. He never knew what he was talking about. He just liked controlling people, even when it came to things that are supposed to be private.”
“I’m not bothering you?” Alex asked.
“No way,” Adam said. “I always have fun. I’ve been looking forward to it every day,” he added with a smile.
Alex blushed, somewhat embarrassed that Adam now knew to just expect him to be feeling frisky each night. “I love you, Adam…” Alex said.
“I love you too, sweet thing,” Adam replied, kissing him tiredly.
Alex cuddled closer and the two drifted off.
***
When they woke the next morning, they did so with PAINFULLY full bladders. That was one thing about their new nightly escapades, they sometimes fell asleep so fast afterwards that they forgot to pee first. They’d always pay for it in the morning, but this particular morning was worse than ever.
Adam sat up, his squirming, overly full boyfriend still in his arms. He would have loved to cuddle a bit before getting up, but judging by how his bladder felt right now, if he did THAT they’d be resting in a lake in a couple minutes. He was so desperate it didn’t even register to him that Alex’s bouncing and fidgeting meant he was feeling the same way. “Alex, I’m sorry, I’m about to—“
“Adam, I need the bathroom SO bad,” Alex interrupted. WHY did he have to forget to go again last night!? Heck, Adam had even told him a few times that it was really, really IMPORTANT to always go pee after sexual activity. Yet, BOTH of them forgot so often! Alex didn’t even know if he could make it to the toilet now. Just the idea of getting to his feet and walking all the way there made him shudder. “Ah… Can’t hold it…” he whimpered, breaking out of Adam’s grasp and flinging his hands between his legs.
Adam set his feet down on the floor as gently as he could, but even that minuscule bit of impact made his urine pound viciously against the walls of its crumbling prison. “Nnnnhhh!!” he crossed his legs together so tight it was painful. The bathroom was right down the hall. Not far at all. But, it felt like he was going to have to traverse an entire mountain to reach it. He was shocked he hadn’t woken up at any point during the night to go, surely his bladder must have been searing away for hours if it was hurting him THIS badly now.
As he hobbled around the bed, he saw Alex still had not managed to get out of it. He was just rocking back and forth, sitting on his hands, eyes squeezed shut.
“C—Come on, Alex,” Adam said. “You need to get to the toilet.”
“I can’t move!” Alex cried. “I’ll pee!”
Was Adam gonna have to carry him again? He could NOT do that in this condition. Exerting himself in any way, using any muscles that weren’t connected to his bladder, placing energy onto anything that wasn’t related to holding it… He’d piss. He COULD just go to the restroom, release what he was restraining, then come back and help Alex… But, the apartment was small. Alex would likely be able to hear his stream. And if he overheard Adam’s hissing spray, then it would be all over for sure. Adam spun around, searching for a container Alex could use in bed, but his desperate, piss-clouded brain couldn’t find anything through the hazy fog of his own desperation.
“It’s a real short walk, you know that,” Adam said. “You can do it!” He tried to sound confident and encouraging, like he was cheering Alex on to win a tough race against fierce competition. In a way, he was. Alex was now trying to win a very, VERY intense race, just one that was against his bladder instead of against other people. “You can make it!”
Alex struggled out of bed, his body crumpling and curling over on itself. Alex was still only in his boxer shorts after last night’s activities, and Adam could see the firm, round curve of his bladder protruding just beneath the waistband. Alex’s eyes remained pinched shut, to him it felt like the gravity in the room had been turned up a few notches. It felt like an enormous weight was pressing down on him, trying to mash him against the floor. He tried to say something to Adam, but all he could manage were a few whimpering groans as he took the tiniest steps of his life in the direction of the restroom.
The restroom was too far from the bedroom, Adam decided as he limped after Alex. Instead of down the hall a few steps, it should have been directly across! Or, better yet, there should have been a toilet beside the bed, one that could easily be used without even having to get up. Whoever designed this apartment building was surely an idiot, they should have known that thirty steps were way too many to take with a full bladder!
Alex made it to the door first, but was unable to take his hands away from his groin to actually open it. He had to wait for Adam, who arrived just a couple seconds later. Jiggling up and down and taking small puffs of air, Adam turned the doorknob and—
It wouldn’t move.
Adam felt a horrific twisting taking place inside his body. His stomach contorted itself into knots, and felt as if it was wrapping itself around his bladder to squeeze the life— not to mention a whole lot of pee— right out of it.
When they’d moved into the apartment, they’d been warned that the doorknobs got jammed a lot. They hadn’t actually ever HAD a problem, so Adam had mostly forgotten about the warning. Now that it had finally happened— and to what was obviously the most important door here— it all came rushing back.
“Adam!” Alex cried, his thighs clenching around the hands still straining between them. “Hurry! I’m gonna—“
“The door is stuck,” Adam mumbled, miserable.
Alex almost felt tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. “Nah—No,” he said. “I— Make it unstuck!” he begged. Adam HAD to fix it! Adam fixed everything! Adam always took care of Alex! Adam always made sure he had what he needed and was safe, happy and comfortable!
Adam pressed himself against the door, turned the knob as hard as he could. But, nothing. It wouldn’t budge. He saw the panic and need in Alex’s eyes, the way his pupils grew large, magnified behind pained tears. He wanted to get Alex in front of a toilet even more than he wanted to be using one himself. “I— I can’t…It won’t.”
Alex chewed on his lip, his panic was building now that it turned out Adam didn’t actually have a solution for him. He was supposed to ALWAYS have the answer! Maybe Alex should… ‘God?’ he thought, shutting his eyes once more. ‘I know this is a really, REALLY weird thing to pray to You about, and I’m super sorry that this is the second time I’ve done it, but… Um… I… I need to ‘go’ really, really bad. Could You fix the door or do something else so that I can? Please?’
Adam watched Alex go suddenly quiet with his head bowed. Was he… Asking God for somewhere to pee? If Adam were in a better mood, he might have been able to muster up a smile for how weirdly cute that was, but Adam was definitely NOT in a smiling mood right now. He tried the door one last time, once more finding it unmovable. “Ugh, I wish we had a backyard,” he groaned.
Alex had begun to pace in place. He could feel pee right at the edge of his opening, could feel the warmth as a drop squirted out of him. “Th—That’s a weird thing to bring up n—“
“If we had a backyard, we’d have trees and bushes and a big fence for privacy,” Adam said.
“Oh,” Alex understood now. And HE really wished they had a backyard too! This wouldn’t even BE a problem if they could just dash outside and spray against a tree… Maybe there was somewhere they could go HERE besides the restroom? There was a sink in the kitchen… But, yuck! They washed vegetables in there! Of course they’d clean the sink out after they’d finished, but still… Probably best to save THAT as the last resort.
They had reusable water bottles, but again…Ewww. And those bottles were all full now, sitting in the fridge. They’d have to pour the water out first. They’d have to listen to it splash down the drain, struggling to hold it as the sound taunted them ferociously… Not to mention, Adam probably wouldn’t want to waste the water like that.
There was a small potted plant in the living room… Yeah, that worked! They could just skip watering it today and do THIS instead, right? “Uh—Ummm…” Alex stuttered. He understood that it was okay to go on plants that were outside if there weren’t any bathrooms and he couldn’t hold it, but he was positive that rule didn’t apply to indoor plants. He reminded himself that it was THEIR plant, and so nobody would get mad and punish them for using it to get relief. He tried again to ask. “I— Uh— The plant?” He hoped Adam would understand what he was asking without him needing to spell it out, he was so filled with shame that he’d even thought of it.
Adam’s eyes snapped over to Alex. The plant, yes! God, it would feel so good to stumble over to it right now, yank his cock out and give it the watering of its life! He felt like he could FLOOD that pot right now, and Alex probably could too, and… Wait. “Th—That’s a good idea, sweet thing,” he said. “B—But, uh… If you give a plant too much water at once, it gets sick. And, since what we’d be giving it wouldn’t even really be WATER exactly…”
Alex nodded. He was disappointed, but he knew Adam loved the plant, and would be devastated if they killed it because they’d been too out of their minds with desperation to think clearly. Alex felt another spurt of his pee slip out, and now he was embarrassed to be standing there in just his underpants losing control. The growing damp spot on his boxers was clearly visible, and when he felt a trickle begin to roll down his leg, he was sure that was easy to spot too. “I… I really, really can’t hold it,” Alex said.
Adam too had been trying to think of somewhere else they could pee. Just like Alex, he’d considered the sink and the water bottles, but had written them off as being too unhygienic. He’d thought about finding the bag of chips they’d finished yesterday and ‘recycling’ it, but was pretty sure that their piss would leak straight through it. He thought about something else, and then he felt like a total idiot; The most obvious answer had been there all along.
“Alex, go put some clothes on,” Adam said.
As embarrassed as Alex was to be peeing on himself while nearly naked, he didn’t understand why Adam would want him to put on more. All that would accomplish would be ensuring they had to do even more laundry.
“Just, anything,” Adam reiterated. “We’re just gonna go ask to use a neighbor’s restroom, and I’m sure you don’t wanna do that in your underwear.”
Alex’s face turned even more red, and he hurried back into the bedroom to get himself dressed. Putting his clothes on proved to be a very, very difficult task. The shirt was easy enough, but when the material kept lightly brushing against his distended bladder, it made him wince and squirm. His shorts were much, much harder. Lifting his legs to step into them sent bolts of pressure right into his midsection. His poor, bloated bladder already felt like it was being pressed on enough in just his boxers, the addition of another waistband constricting around it ached fiercely.
The worst, however, was when he zipped his shorts up. The noise of the zipper being moved— the sound that he so often heard seconds before he began to pee— was like someone blowing a whistle at his bladder at the start of a race, prompting it to start going! And that was what it did, a strong stream jetted out of him and he had to ram his hands back against himself immediately to put a stop to it. Plugging up his leak wasn’t working out too well, and he felt his palms beginning to grow damp. Panicked, he scurried from the bedroom, babbling to Adam that they had to HURRY.
Adam hadn’t needed to be told that, he knew they were both barely holding back and only had a handful of minutes left before they erupted. Cringing, he wrenched one hand away from his crotch and gripped Alex’s wrist in it, helping him outside.
It wasn’t until they were out there, faced with the long row of doors belonging to other people, that Alex began to get nervous. Neither he nor Adam really knew many of their neighbors that well. Alex was going to feel so ashamed going up to someone that was practically a stranger and begging them for a toilet, pee-dancing the entire time!
He knew Adam would have to be the one to say everything. Alex always locked up when he had to talk to strangers. It became very hard to find his voice. It became very hard to even remember what words were! He felt bad whenever Adam had to do the talking for him, and he’d feel worse this time since what they had to say was so embarrassing!
Alex followed Adam to the next apartment over, where Adam released his wrist to knock on the door. Then they both waited.
And waited.
Jiggling out of control, crossing their legs back and forth as their toes tapped in all directions across the floor, they eventually realized no one was home there. Adam tried the next door, and was relieved when someone answered right away. He was a little less relieved when he got a look at the person. It was a bald man with a severely irritated look on his face. He didn’t look very friendly… But, first impressions could be deceiving, Adam knew. He hadn’t thought Alex would be such a loving, caring, wonderful person at first, after all.
“What do you want?” the man grouched. “I’m trying to sleep.”
Adam looked down at himself, and at Alex. He thought it was pretty obvious what they needed right now… They were contorting, bouncing and holding themselves. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were so full of piss that the guy could actually hear it sloshing around their bodies. “I’m really sorry to bother you,” Adam said. “Th—The door to our bathroom is stuck, and we need to—“
“Not my problem,” the man replied, and then he slammed the door shut so fast Adam could hardly believe it had ever been open at all.
Alex moaned loudly when he saw the door he’d hoped would grant him relief close. He’d been taunted WAY too much this morning. First, he’d been positive he was going to make it and pee in his own bathroom, only to have that snatched away at the last second. And now this, too! His bladder was absolutely furious, and sent a long, loud spurt of piss into his boxers as if to scold him for teasing it so much.
Adam’s head snapped over to Alex when he heard the hissing sound, eyes darting down to the crotch of his shorts. A dark patch was clearly visible there, even with Alex’s hands in the way. When he looked up into his boyfriend’s eyes, they were brimming with tears. “H—Hey, well… The Bible says you’re supposed to love thy neighbor, right? So, I bet if you tell God about that guy next time you pray, something bad will happen to him.”
Alex attempted to smile. He knew Adam was trying to make him feel a little better. “I can’t ask God to hurt somebody,” he said.
“I didn’t say you were supposed to ask God to hurt the dude, just tell Him what happened and let Him work it out,” Adam said. “If God just decides to give him a winning lottery ticket that immediately gets stolen away by a pigeon, never to be seen again, who are we to question Him?”
Alex managed to laugh, but it quickly turned into a moan as his swollen bladder leaked once again. “Adam, I can’t hold it…”
Adam couldn’t hold it much longer either. But, now they’d tried both the other apartments on their floor. To keep looking, they were going to have to go down the stairs… “I… I can’t carry you on the stairs this time,” he said apologetically. “I’m real sorry, but if I do that, I’m gonna—“
“I understand,” Alex winced. He didn’t want to cause Adam to have an accident trying to help him. And, he knew, if Adam flooded himself, the sound of his pee hissing and splattering would make Alex explode as well. “I… I can…” Alex stumbled over to the stairs and looked down them. There weren’t that many to get to the floor below, but to Alex it looked like he was staring down an enormous tower. They twisted and turned in his vision, his need for the toilet growing so intense it was making him dizzy. “I can do it…”
He tore a hand away from his groin and gripped it around the handrail in an attempt to steady himself. He looked back and saw Adam was following him now, so he started to move. He’d gone UP these stairs while having an emergency multiple times, and was pleasantly surprised that going DOWN them with a full bladder was a little bit easier. Pee was still spurting from him at irregular intervals, and the hand still stuck between his legs grew wet and clammy, but he tried to focus on just reaching each new step, and on the hope he’d manage to get at least MOST of his urine into an appropriate receptacle soon.
Behind him, Adam was struggling. He’d had his first major leak of the morning after placing his foot down onto the first step, and several more had followed as he’d continued. He hadn’t gotten dizzy like Alex had, so both of his hands remained firmly against his crotch. It no longer felt like they were doing him any good, however. There was just so much piss stuck inside his body right now, much more than he could reasonably be expected to hold back. No amount of squeezing and squirming was going to increase the size of his bladder, allow it to contain a volume that was greater than itself. He was going to… He was going to…
They’d reached the next floor.
Adam had come too far to lose it now. And Alex was still holding on! If Adam gave in to his body’s incessant pleas now, if he allowed his bladder to burst and spray its contents down his legs, he knew that it would be like a chain reaction. Adam would lose it, he’d pee violently against the floor beneath his feet, urine splashing in all directions. It would feel so good that, even through his shame and humiliation, Adam would sigh. Alex would hear Adam’s ocean hissing away, would hear his gasp of relief… And it would be too much for him, his own bladder would break apart, unleash a torrent of liquid. Then, unlike Adam, Alex would NOT feel anything pleasurable from his release. He’d feel nothing but the humiliation, nothing but the failure. And he’d cry.
Adam had to keep holding it. He had to keep holding it because Alex NEEDED him to. Adam would do ANYTHING to keep Alex’s face from crumpling, to keep him from sobbing. He would do ANYTHING to keep Alex feeling happy and safe and loved. Even if it meant forcing his own body to go well beyond its natural limit.
Adam stood there, trying to get a hold of himself enough to walk forward. His feet dragged against the ground as he moved, he no longer had the strength to lift them up. ‘Hold it,’ he kept thinking to himself. ‘Hold it. Hold it.’ He made it to another door and stopped in front of it. He NEEDED for someone to be in there right now. He NEEDED for that person to be nice, or at least humane enough to take pity on him and his suffering boyfriend. He didn’t think even his newfound sense of determination would be enough to drag him to another door after this one.
He just had to knock on the door… But, he couldn’t! He couldn’t move his hands. Every time he tried, he started to go. Not leak or spurt, but GO. He’d been wrong, his hands WERE still helping! They were the ONLY things helping!
Alex shuffled beside him, he saw Adam’s trembling body and he knew right away why he hadn’t knocked on the door yet. Nervously, Alex did it for him.
A woman about their age answered it, and Alex felt more nervous than usual. People his own age made him more anxious than anyone else. Little kids were fine because they didn’t normally know enough to care if Alex didn’t know something or said something weird. Older people were fine because a lot of them seemed to take on a protective, parental role around him. He became so much more aware of how out of touch he was around people who had grown up during the same time he had, and so expected him to just… Know things.
“Hello?” the woman asked.
Adam tried to open his mouth, tried to explain the problem and ask for the restroom, but he couldn’t speak. He could barely even breathe without letting go more streams. And then, as he tried one more time, something new happened. He experienced a sensation that was completely and utterly foreign to him, and that made him nearly scream out loud.
His need to urinate no longer felt like it was contained just within his bladder. All of the sudden, it was like it was creeping upwards, aches and pains assailing his sides before an all-out eruption of painful, terrifying agony exploded within his lower back. He managed to bite down on the shout that threatened to spill from his throat, but he couldn’t hold back the frightened gasp as he wondered if, maybe, it actually was possible to need the toilet so badly that his bladder exploded. “Ah—!”
Alex saw Adam struggling to talk, struggling to force the words out through the weight of his bladder. This was the most desperate Alex had ever seen his boyfriend get. Even that time they’d both wet themselves in the car, even the time Adam’s zipper had gotten stuck and he hadn’t made it… Even then, Adam had at least been able to speak. Even then, his breathing wasn’t so labored. Alex’s heart clenched in his chest. His own need now taking a backseat to Adam’s. “M—Miss,” he began, very softly. “Um… S—Sorry to bother you. We live upstairs and the door to our bathroom is stuck. We… Have to… Go. Could we please, please use your toilet? I’m so sorry about this.”
That was… That was the most Alex had ever said to a stranger all at once before. Pride surged through him, until he felt even more full of accomplishment than he did of urine.
“Oh,” the woman said. “Yeah, sure. No problem. You poor guys look like you’re about to wet yourselves.”
“Thank you,” Alex said, without stuttering! He felt so confident all of the sudden. That confidence, he thought, that was what had caused his leaks to stop for the time being. “Adam, come on, hurry.”
Adam WAS dizzy now. The entire world had started to blur and fog over, he felt Alex grasp his wrist and begin to lead him, and he was grateful. He couldn’t see straight enough to walk to the toilet by himself anymore.
The apartments all had the same layout, so Alex found the restroom right away. He took Adam inside it with him, not even thinking about whether or not the woman would think it was weird that they were going in there together. “Almost there,” Alex encouraged. “Just a little more…” He wasn’t looking at the toilet, certain he’d burst upon seeing it. He was looking at Adam. He had to take care of Adam right now, had to make sure he was okay. “You can make it,” Alex said. He removed his other hand from between his legs, and with it gone his leaking resumed, but that didn’t matter anymore.
“Move your hands, just for a second,” Alex said.
Trembling, Adam did so. ‘Just go,’ he wanted to tell Alex. ‘Use the toilet now, you’re hurting yourself.’ His bladder throbbed with sick violence and released another shuddering stream, as if to say ‘Not as bad as YOU’RE hurting YOURself!’
Alex unzipped Adam’s shorts in one quick tug, his hands immediately darting to his own fly to do the same thing for himself as Adam quickly pulled out his prosthetic and scrambled in front of the toilet.
Adam’s bladder crunched in on itself at the sight, and a violent stream trickled into the water. It was painful to clamp it off, sending fiery bolts of pain through the tiny ring of muscle controlling his sphincters. But, he had to wait for Alex.
Alex was both overcome by the love Adam must have had for him to continue restraining his body for his sake, and overcome by panic at what damage Adam was surely doing to himself at this rate. He hurried to join Adam at the bowl, “Go!” he told his partner, using a firmer voice than he thought he ever had in his life.
Adam jumped at the harshness in his boyfriend’s tone, and his bladder lurched and failed. Adam… Exploded. There was no other word for it, pee was spraying from him so violently that he needed to lean very far forward to make sure it drained through his prosthetic quickly enough. “Ahhhhh….!!!” he moaned an ecstatic cry of relief, the fuzziness fading from his brain as he realized that yes, he was finally peeing.
Alex let go immediately after him, his stream flowing freely into the bowl. “Mmm…” he hummed happily to himself, his usual bout of shivering beginning almost immediately. “That’s better…”
Adam struggled to catch his breath, he still felt so dizzy from all the strain and tension he’d endured. That had been… He couldn’t even think of the proper words to describe what all of that was. He couldn’t really think of much of anything anymore. All he could comprehend was that peeing felt really, really, REALLY good right now.
Alex’s eyes slid over to Adam’s face, and he felt himself blush. He’d never seen his boyfriend so flushed before, had never seen his eyes glaze over like that, and the noises Adam was making, an echo of the ones he’d made the night before. Wow… He’d been so desperate to go that peeing felt THAT amazing to him? Poor Adam, he must have been in a lot of pain…
They finished up at about the same time, Alex with a monumental shiver that caused the last few drops of his pee to hit the rim of the bowl. He cleaned it up, of course. That woman had been so nice letting them use her toilet, he didn’t want to leave a mess for her.
He’d… Talked to that woman all by himself, he realized. He’d said several full and complete sentences to her, sentences that had to do with a rather embarrassing topic, at that! Alex’s smile, which had been present ever since he’d begun to relieve himself, grew. “Adam,” he said excitedly. “I said a lot of to a stranger all by myself!”
Adam, now leaning against the wall with a hand to his forehead as he waited for the room to stop spinning, opened his eyes. Alex was right, he HAD done that, hadn’t he? He’d communicated with someone he didn’t know at all, without Adam filling in any missing pieces. Adam had just been so overcome by the agonizing stretch in his belly to notice it as it had been happening. “You did!” he said finally, and he reached to hug Alex. “That was so brave of you! See, you really CAN talk to people on your own. You don’t have to be so worried…”
Alex squeezed him back, “I… I had to that time, you were REALLY—“
Adam interrupted with an embarrassed laugh, “Y—Yeah… I was seriously dying there… I’m still kinda sore, actually.”
Alex drew back, “You’re okay, right?”
Adam nodded, “I think so. I’ve never actually felt this way before, but I think it will go away.”
“I hope so,” Alex said, going to the sink and turning it on.
As they cleaned their hands, Adam turned to his boyfriend. “Um… Hey, when I was still holding it in… Um… You ever needed to go so bad that your back hurt? Like, really, REALLY bad?”
Alex thought about it. The night he’d been locked in his room and had needed to pee into a towel… His back had kind of started to ache right before he started letting it out, but it wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever felt; It hadn’t compared to the burn of Papa’s belt at all, that was for sure. “Well, once my back started to hurt a LITTLE bit, I guess… Is that what you mean?”
Adam shook his head. He was sure that, had Alex ever felt the scorching, world-ending pain Adam had endured a few minutes earlier, he would have KNOWN what he’d meant right away. “No, I don’t think so…”
The two left the restroom, Alex thanked the woman over and over for helping them, and Adam apologized for the trouble, and for not being able to speak earlier.
“No problem,” she said. “And hey, if you need someone to help with your door, I could even call my Dad for you. He likes working on stuff like that.”
“Really?” Adam asked, amazed. He’d been pretty worried about the door. He had no clue how to remove it from its hinge, or… Whatever it was he had to do with it now. “That would be great! Thank you so much!”
When they left her apartment a few minutes later, Alex gave a long sigh of relief, and Adam saw some tension leave his body.
“Alex…” Adam said. “You can talk to people, you did a good jo—“
“I was worried she was gonna say something about how we used the toilet together,” Alex explained.
Adam laughed, “Oh… Well, I think she realized that we either had to do that, or risk one of us peeing on her floor while waiting.”
They went back to their apartment to wait for the woman’s Dad to come help with the door. Adam was pretty wary about drinking anything until he knew he had access to his toilet again. His bladder felt… Weird. It was still throbbing and pulsing even though he’d emptied it, then there was the soreness present throughout his lower abdomen.
“So… Um… What were you saying about your back?” Alex asked him. “Like I said, one time when I had to go bad, I had… Sort of a little achey feeling in my back. Like, the feeling I’d get if I slept wrong. Is that what you mean?”
Adam shook his head. What he’d experienced was not the slight discomfort of a muscle being pulled wrongly. “N—No… I mean, I’ve never been shot before, but I swear that’s what it felt like. I’ve never felt anything that bad before, worst pain of my life by far.”
Alex immediately grabbed Adam’s hand and squeezed it tight, worry bubbled in his brain. A little while after he and Adam started dating, Adam had shared a story with him; The story of the worst physical agony he’d ever experienced.
Adam had gotten a filling placed into one of his teeth. Something had gone wrong, though. The filling came out, and took with it a massive chunk of Adam’s tooth. After that, he had a huge abscess in that tooth, the nerves within it exposed and raw. The pain this caused eclipsed everything else in Adam’s life, becoming the only thing he was aware of.
He couldn’t eat anything without feeling like he was being subjected to the cruelest torture imaginable. Even soup was impossible, it would slosh into the abscess and cause anguish to fire through his head. If the soup was hot, it was terrible, but if it was cold it would be even worse.
He couldn’t drink anything, either. Water too would glide its way into the hole in his tooth and bring him to tears. He couldn’t speak, his teeth pressing together was like a punishment from the most vile demons of Hell. He couldn’t even really open his mouth, as just the sensation of air flowing against the abscess could make Adam cry.
Most of all though, he couldn’t sleep. The pain was constant, and it kept him from relaxing enough to drift off. He could only sleep if he swallowed two doses of aspirin at once, the only thing that could manage to bring him even brief respite from his suffering, and managed to get himself asleep before the effects of the pain killers wore off and returned him to his misery.
After about a week of this, of Adam only barely managing small sips of water and tiny gulps of soup by reminding himself that he HAD to put those things into his body to keep it functioning, his parents finally found a dentist with an opening. They gave him the option of trying to put a new, now even bigger filling into the tooth, but after what had happened the last time, Adam didn’t want to risk it going wrong again. The tooth no longer felt like a part of his body, anyway. It felt like some sadistic entity hellbent on killing him slowly and painfully. He wanted it gone— And it was only a baby tooth anyway.
The tooth was at last pulled from his mouth, and the relief as he came to and realized that all his torment was suddenly gone was immense. Adam had marveled at how small the hole within it looked when he was able to hold it in his hands. That tiny, half-centimeter gap had been responsible for all of his misery.
When Alex heard the story, heard Adam describe in pretty vivid detail exactly how much it had hurt, he’d started to squeeze his hand. He’d felt so bad for Adam, but the story also made him feel grateful that he’d left his old home; Doctors had been forbidden there, if at any point Alex had had something wrong with a part of his body that made him feel that much physical pain, help wouldn’t have ever come. When he’d heard the story, heard Adam explain how it had prevented him from completing most of his necessary functions, Alex had doubted if anything could feel worse!
But… Apparently, something could?
“It was… Worse than your tooth?” Alex asked.
Adam thought about it, “I think so, yeah,” he said. “The pain level was definitely even higher, only thing was at least it didn’t last for nearly as long.”
Alex was frightened. Adam had even ENDED the tooth story by explaining how it had at least given him a super high pain tolerance! He’d told Alex about how he’d gotten swarmed by yellow jackets, gotten second degree burns on his hand, and broken one of his toes AFTER the thing with the tooth. He’d told Alex that, he was able to endure all those things without letting go one tear because, when compared to the tooth, they had been NOTHING.
And now, ALL of those things were being outmatched by just… Needing to pee really badly? “Adam, are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.
Adam’s knee had started to bounce… He already needed the toilet once more. “Um… I think so, but I gotta go again…”
That wasn’t normal… Adam had just peed ten minutes ago…
“W—Well, that guy’s gonna fix the door soon. You’ll be okay, right?”
Adam nodded. And he WAS okay… For a while. But then, when the man showed up and started to take the door off its hinge, Adam was really fidgeting. He had to ask the guy if he could please GO while the door was still off because it was an emergency. The guy had said it was fine, and had gone to wait in the kitchen so Adam could have some privacy.
Then, once the door had been reassembled, Adam once more felt like he was bursting at the seams. He was in such a rush to get back into the restroom and pee that he barely remembered to thank the man for helping out. Once he was gone, Adam dashed back to the toilet, and released a short stream of pee that he didn’t feel justified the throbbing wails that had been shooting through his bladder.
He left the restroom and found Alex waiting. “Oh, you gotta go, too? I’m sorry, we could have—“
“Adam, I think something’s wrong,” Alex blurted out, taking his partner’s hands and squeezing them tight. “You… Held it too long, or something. You hurt yourself. You’ve had to go really bad two times in the last hour.”
“I’m sure it’s fine,” Adam said. “Just… My muscles are probably all worn out now, that’s all.”
“Call your Dad,” Alex said, and the uncharacteristic firmness in his tone told Adam that there was no room for argument here.
Adam knew he ought to do this… His Dad worked in medicine. His Dad would know how to tell if he really HAD damaged something. But, he really didn’t want to have to call him up and say; “Hey Dad, I had to pee extremely bad earlier and it made my back feel like it was being trampled on by a herd of elephants. And now I can’t go longer than thirty minutes without pissing or else I feel like I’m gonna explode.”
He sighed, deciding to try and think of a less graphic way to describe the morning’s misadventure. He called his Dad, and when he picked up, he said “Um… Hi, Dad… Alex wanted me to ask you about something…”
“Ah, hello Adam!” His Dad’s voice was so friendly, so open and inviting. Adam was really lucky to have a Dad like him that cared so much and never judged… That didn’t make it any easier to say what he had to say, however. “What did you need?”
“Um… Well…” Adam stammered. He knew his Dad could tell something was wrong just from his voice. Adam seldom clammed up like this, he was usually open and confident just like Dad was… “You see… The thing is… I kind of…”
“Adam, are you okay?” Dad asked. “You and Alex aren’t hurt, are you?”
“No, we’re… Fine. I think,” Adam promised.
“You think,” Dad repeated. “Where are you? Are you safe?”
“We’re at home,” Adam assured. “It’s just… Um…” Adam’s legs started to cross. He needed to go AGAIN. God, this was getting annoying. “This morning, I… Um… REALLY had to go to the bathroom when I woke up…”
Dad went quiet. “You… Called me to tell me that?”
“And—And the door was stuck!” Adam quickly went on.
“If you need someone to help with that, I’m afraid I’m not the right guy…”
“No, it’s been fixed now, we got someone. But… Like I said, I had to pee super bad, and so we were going around to our neighbors to ask to use their bathrooms… And… Um… It got… SUPER bad for me, and I had… Dad, is it normal to have a really, really awful pain in your back when you need to pee?”
“…No, Adam, that’s not normal,” Dad said. “What part of you back?”
“Like, lower down. I think right below my ribs,” Adam said. “It felt… I mean, I told Alex that it felt like how I think being shot must feel. It was bad.”
“That’s where your kidneys are, Adam,” Dad told him. “If you had pain there, that means you definitely held it for too long.”
“I couldn’t HELP it though…”
“I know, you didn’t have anywhere to…Relieve yourself,” Dad said. “But, you remember what I said when you… That night at the movie theater when you were younger?”
Adam flinched at the memory. It had been years ago, but it still embarrassed him. It was very, VERY early on in his transition, where pretty much the only thing he’d done was cut his hair short. He wasn’t even binding then, just wearing huge sweaters that concealed his chest. And he didn’t have an STP.
He’d stupidly downed three huge sodas during a two hour movie that he didn’t want to miss even a second of. Then, when the credits rolled and he’d dashed to the restroom, both the stalls were taken. He’d had to just wait… But he couldn’t. Pee streamed down his legs in the crowded restroom and he shook from the humiliation. The most ridiculous part in retrospect was how his first thought wasn’t even ‘Oh God, I’m pissing my pants in public!’ but instead ‘Everyone’s gonna think I’m a girl because of where the pee is showing on my clothes!’ As if ANYONE would seriously scrutinize the damp stain on him to that extent.
He’d rushed from the theater, and his Dad found him a moment later. He’d said, “Adam, it’s okay. You had an accident, but your body was just trying to keep you safe. You couldn’t hold that anymore without hurting yourself.”
That was pretty much what he’d said to Alex months ago when they’d both drenched themselves in traffic…
Now, Adam sighed into the phone, “Yes…” he said.
“Good,” Dad said. “So… I mean, when it’s… Causing that type of pain, it’s really for the best if you… Let it happen.”
Adam thought back to how certain he’d been that he was going to have an accident on the staircase, and how the only thing that kept him hanging on was his devotion to Alex and his need to spare him from any sadness… If he hadn’t been overcome with a need to keep Alex happy and dry, his body probably WOULD have made him pee to protect itself.
“I know,” Dad said. “That’s one of the worst ways something like that can end, but it’s better than allowing your body to do damage to itself. Now, how are you feeling?”
“I’m… Sore. Like, around… Where my bladder is. And I keep needing to go over and over again,” Adam explained. He uncrossed his legs and crossed them back in the opposite direction. ‘And I have to go NOW, actually…’ he thought.
“Okay, now when you go, does it burn or sting? Is it painful at all?”
“No,” Adam said. “That all feels normal…”
“That’s good,” Dad said. “That means you probably don’t have an infection. But, you’ve definitely strained yourself too much. I want you to drink lots of water to make sure everything gets ‘flushed out’, and I want you to use the bathroom as soon as you need to go. No holding it.”
“Um… Okay,” Adam said. “Er…”
“Adam, do you have to go NOW?”
“…Yes,” Adam admitted, blushing scarlet.
“Alright… I’ll let you off in a second. Just, promise you’ll follow my advice.”
Adam sighed, “I will…” And the second the call had ended, he was dashing off to pee once more.
“What did your Dad say?” Alex asked when Adam came back.
“I was right," Adam said. “I just wore my muscles out. And the reason my back hurt like that is ‘cause that’s where my kidneys are.”
“Did you break them!?” Alex asked, horrified.
“No, with how much I’m peeing they still seem to be in working order…” |
Alex was going to the mall without Adam for the first time. It had to be that way; His and Adam’s birthday was coming up soon and Alex wanted to get him a surprise gift. He was worried, he knew the mall would be crowded, and scary to walk through all alone.
But, then it turned out he wasn’t going to be all alone after all. Camille also wanted to get Adam a present, so they could look for gifts together. Even if Alex still wasn’t sure if Camille considered him a friend, her being there would make him feel better.
It was very awkward at first, Alex didn’t know what to say to her when Adam wasn’t around to do all the talking. When Camille asked him questions, he’d give brief, half-sentence answers. Sometimes he’d just shake or nod his head, not saying a word.
“You’re really quiet, you know that?” Camille asked.
Alex, again, silently bobbed his head up and down.
“You wanted to get Adam a guitar, right?” Camille prodded.
More nodding. Alex had intended to get his boyfriend one of those for Christmas, but hadn’t saved up the money until now.
“Well, we should pick that up when we’re about to leave,” Camille said. “That’s a big thing to have to carry around everywhere… You help me pick out something for him first.”
Nod, nod, nod.
“He still has that old record player, right? And it works?”
Nod.
“Okay, maybe there’s like an antique store here or something that’ll sell records… You’ll have to tell me which ones he’s already got. And if we can’t find any records, he’s still into those depressing dystopia books, isn’t he?”
Nod. If Alex could remember how to speak, he’d tell her that the books weren’t ALWAYS depressing, because in a lot of them the good guys won, the evil government was dismantled, and society started to improve.
“Alright, we’ll definitely be able to find books here somewhere. Again, you’ve gotta tell me which ones he’s already read. I can’t keep up with them all. He took you to see a movie based off one of those on one of your first dates, didn’t he?”
She talked so much, and so fast! “Um… Y—Yes,” Alex said. “He did. It was… Actually my idea. He loaned me the book, and it was about this really strict city that was trying to keep everyone safe, to make a world where no one ever got hurt or anything. So, there were all these rules everyone always had to follow, but sometimes the rules actually just really hurt people, because it kept them from experiencing important things or from being themselves. And, then you find out that the people who broke even one rule got exiled to the desert outside the city that was full of radiation and stuff… Only then it turns out the outside isn’t actually so dangerous, because there are ways to protect yourself from the toxic things. And… I just… I connected with it a lot.”
Camille laughed, “Finally got you to talk!” she said. “About time… So, did Adam like it too?”
“Yeah, but not as much as me,” Alex said. “And that date was my first time seeing a movie in an actual theater, too. So, it was really exciting— I hadn’t known it would be so loud, though!”
“So, you would have been… Seventeen when this happened?”
“Yeah, either seventeen or eighteen,” Alex nodded.
Camille tried to imagine being a seventeen year old that had never set foot in a movie theater before… She couldn’t do it. “Was it fun for you?”
“Yeah…” Alex said. And it had been. He’d watched one of his favorite books be brought to life, he’d gotten to experience something completely new, and Adam had held his hand the entire time… It had been a wonderful day. Except, at the end of the movie, he’d really needed a toilet break— Not only had he been surprised by how high the volume is in a movie theater, the size of the drinks had been a shock as well. And the massive soda he’d drained had screamed to come out the moment he’d stood from his seat.
At that time though, he’d been so obsessed with making Adam think he was cool that he didn’t say a word. If he’d said he needed to go, he would have had to add how scared public restrooms made him feel and that he didn’t want to do it alone. He was convinced Adam would think he was incredibly uncool if he did that. It didn’t even cross his mind that Adam would surely UNDERSTAND his feelings.
Alex had also still been living with his Mom and Grandmother at the time, too, resulting in him enduring a long ride back home. But, he lucked out; He made it home dry and none of his siblings were in the restroom when he’d rushed for it. He remembered how grateful he was for his STP then, as he’d barely even managed to unzip quickly enough— If he’d needed to pull his clothing down all the way and sit, he would have had an accident for sure!
He was glad that he didn’t have nearly as much trouble asking Adam to come along when he had to pee these days. So long as Adam was around, he knew he could safely relieve himself.
“Alex?” Camille asked. “What are you thinking about?”
“N—Nothing,” Alex said, blushing. “Sorry…”
“Well, do you want to get something to eat before we look around?”
“Um, yeah. Sure,” Alex said. “We can do that.”
In the food court, Camille didn’t order for Alex like Adam always did, and he was too embarrassed to ask for her to. He stumbled over his words as he told the man at the counter what he wanted to eat. He was sure the guy probably thought he had something wrong with him, his voice all wobbly and tiny, like he’d never spoken before.
Alex wished he could talk to new people better. He wished that speaking to someone he’d never seen before wasn’t so scary, didn’t make tight bands constrict around his throat… He tried to avoid further speaking struggles when he and Camille found a table by making sure his mouth was always full. Once he was out of food, he just kept sipping from his soda cup even though he didn’t feel that thirsty. He just needed something else to do with his mouth.
Camille kept telling him to calm down, told him he didn’t have to be so nervous, told him he was shaking too much… But, Alex couldn’t stop feeling anxious; Adam wasn’t here to put him at ease. Adam wasn’t here to do all the talking for him if he clammed up. Adam wasn’t here to—
Alex’s straw was no longer sucking up any liquid, and as he realized that he’d just guzzled a very large soda, it hit him that Adam also wasn’t here to take him to the restroom.
Did he have to go? Yes, a little bit… He hadn’t peed since before leaving the apartment, and there was definitely some pressure now. It wasn’t bad, but it was noticeable. And with the addition of that massive soda, it was guaranteed to get a lot worse before long. He shuffled in his seat slightly, peering around. There were bathrooms next to the food court, tucked away in a corner. But, they looked pretty busy, people entering and exiting… People Alex didn’t know. People that could decide to act meanly to him if they thought he didn’t belong. Especially if he didn’t have someone by his side.
Adding to Alex’s fear was the knowledge that THIS was where Adam had been when those guys had beaten him up. This was the exact place where that awful thing had happened and so, in Alex’s eyes, the bathrooms here were far less safe than anywhere else.
‘Calm down,’ he scolded himself. ‘You barely even need to go. You can make it home without peeing just fine.’
“Alex…?” Camille asked. “Is something bothering you?”
“Um…”
“I know, you don’t feel right when you’re separated from Adam, huh?”
Alex shook his head. He didn’t. He really, really didn’t… And he swore that he already needed to pee worse than he had a minute ago. ‘Don’t think about it. Just forget about peeing. Peeing doesn’t exist. Peeing is a myth.’ But, no matter how hard he tried, the anxious tingles inside his bladder refused to fade away. ‘This is ridiculous! You don’t need to go that much!’ It was like his stress was making his urge build, though. The more he thought about how he DIDN’T want to need to pee right now, the more certain his bladder got that it REALLY had to be emptied!
“Just… It’s okay,” Camille said. “It’s not like you’re alone here. I’m with you.”
Alex nodded. She was right, he wasn’t completely by himself. He knew he’d be even more anxious if that were the case. ‘She can’t take you to the men’s room though,’ his traitorous brain reminded him. And that was true, too. Even if he told her that he needed to go, and his bladder was continuing to insist that he DID, there was nothing she could do for him.
The best thing Alex could do for himself right now was to simply ignore the growing pressure beneath his waistband and tell his body that he didn’t really need to pee. It was too inconvenient to have a full bladder at the moment, so that meant he just… Didn’t have one. Simple as that.
The reasoning was ridiculous, and his bladder punished him for it when he stood from his chair, a long pulsing throb shooting straight through his abdomen. He gave a tiny bounce on his toes, repeating a mantra in his head ‘I don’t need to go, I don’t need to go, I don’t need to go…’ A hearty thrum shook his bladder every few seconds, as if it was protesting ‘Yes you DO, yes you DO, yes you DO!’
As he and Camille began to explore the mall again, Alex struggled to put all thoughts of urinating from his mind, fully aware that his constant focus on the subject was only making his situation worse. The problem was that the harder he tried NOT to think about something, the more it became the ONLY thing on his brain.
When they passed by a shop with a series of mannequins wearing different outfits, Alex stared at the zippers on the pants and instantly thought about unzipping his own in front of a urinal. When they walked by a sporting goods store, Alex thought about swimming, and that day he’d relieved his bladder into the pool. When they passed the enormous fountain in the mall’s center, Alex stopped cold, his legs snapping together as his thighs trembled. Oh, so much water… Hissing, spurting… Spraying out in long, powerful jets… Alex’s knees rubbed together.
Camille noticed Alex slowing and turned around. He was so shaky, like he barely knew how to put one foot in front of the other… She knew she had said some stupid things to him the first time they’d met, but she hadn’t meant to make him so uncomfortable around her. “Alex?” she asked. “You okay?”
Alex looked up at her, and his one-track mind made him think back to the big soda SHE’D had. Maybe she had to pee now, too? At that thought, a somewhat more optimistic one followed; Camille would probably UNDERSTAND, wouldn’t she? She’d get why Alex was scared to use the toilet here alone. If he told her, she may even say something like “Oh, that makes sense. Come on, I think there’s an empty bottle in my car. You can go in that instead.” And then Alex wouldn’t have to worry about this anymore.
He just had to tell her, that was all…
He just… Had to tell her…
“…Actually,” Alex managed, his voice creaking. His face was on fire now. ‘Come on, just say you need to pee!’ he mentally screamed at himself. It shouldn’t have been so hard, it should have been perfectly easy to grant a voice to the uncomfortable pinching rippling through his lower half. “I…” his voice got softer. “I…I need to…”
“Hm?”
“I’m fine,” Alex blurted out instead. “Nothing is wrong. I just miss Adam. That’s all.” ‘Tell her you miss him even more because you have to go!’ his bladder begged. But, what came out of his mouth was “L—Let’s go to the bookstore now. I think that was th— the best idea you had.”
Camille gave him an odd look, “Do you need to sit down for a minute? There’s benches by the fountai—“
“No!” Alex interrupted, being forced to sit beside all that water was the LAST thing he needed! His bladder was cramping in on itself just at the thought! “S—Sorry, I just… Um…” he scrambled to come up with an explanation through the hazy fog of his still building need. “I w—wanna make sure that… Um… That they don’t run out of books Adam would like. We should hurry.”
“…Okay,” Camille said. “If you’re sure you’re feeling alright.”
Alex nodded. He was fine. He was perfectly fine. The heavy sensation in his middle had gotten so much worse, and now he could feel it pulling down against his opening, his thighs squeezing in an attempt to lessen it, even if only a little. ‘I don’t need to go,’ he continued telling himself. ‘I don’t need to go. I really, really don’t. I don’t have to pee at all. I don’t have to. Don’t have to. Don’t have to.’
He trudged after Camille, trying to ignore the way each step against the shiny linoleum floor sent an earthquake through his bladder, making the liquid inside toss and turn with reckless abandon. ‘I don’t have to go. I can hold it— I— I mean, there’s nothing to hold. Because I don’t have to go. Don’t need to pee.’ Each mental denial seemed to dump another cupful of pee into his bladder, the achey tingle that had built up at his urethral opening solidifying into a much, much harsher throbbing pain.
He was so lost in his futile internal protestations against the simmering needs of his body that he didn’t realize how much trouble he was really in until Camille had already started climbing the staircase in front of them.
The bookstore was on the next floor.
Alex glanced back and forth, searching for an elevator he could take instead. He didn’t see one, they must have been in another area, and Alex couldn’t come up with an excuse to go looking. He was going to have to try and get up the stairs. Swinging his hands at his sides anxiously, Alex forced himself to place one foot down on the first step—
‘Ahh! I need to go! I need to go! I really, really, really need to go!’ Alex mentally shrieked as a fire lit itself in the sole of his foot, spread up his leg and torched his bladder. ‘I need to go! I have to!’ his brain kept screaming as he fought to continue climbing the steps, each one causing him to breathe heavier and heavier as pee lurched against his opening and begged for release— Ohhh, climbing stairs was the absolute hardest thing for Alex to do when he was desperate— Desperate, desperate, he was getting so, so desperate…
Camille was waiting for him at the top of the staircase and she was startled by how sweaty and winded he looked. Alex had… He’d done a lot of farm work and stuff at the old place, a single flight of stairs shouldn’t have seemed like such a work out, right? Was he sick, or something? They’d both eaten the same thing at the food court and SHE didn’t feel sick at all…
Must have STILL been nerves, then.
That was the most likely explanation. Alex was definitely still trembling. A lot. She’d never seen someone so nervous that their shaking looked more like jiggling, but that was certainly the case with Alex! “Alex…” she said gently, hoping to settle him enough that he stopped all the bouncing. “Calm down. I DO want to be your friend, I promise. Stop worrying about that.”
Alex COULDN’T stop all the bouncing, though. No matter WHAT Camille said to him. ‘She… She wants to be your friend. And she’ll probably understand!’ he begged himself. ‘Just tell her that you need to go, maybe she can help!’
“I—“ Alex struggled. ‘Just. Say. It. Say it now. Say that you need to pee!’ “I need—“ ‘Come on, come on… Bathroom. Now. PLEASE!’ “I want— I… I want us to be friends!” he finished instead.
“I want that too,” Camille said. “Now, come on. Help me find a book for Adam.”
‘And I also need to pee, RIGHT now!’ Alex pleaded with his mouth and vocal cords to form those words, but just as his kidneys were refusing to stop pumping his bladder full of urine, his mouth refused to open and give life to the things he yearned to say.
Alex felt slightly better now that he wasn’t being forced to climb stairs, but his bladder was still utterly bloated and he was beginning to seriously doubt his ability to make it home with dry clothes. First, they had to find a book, pay for it, then go get the guitar, pay for that… Then Camille would have to drive him home, and there would be MORE stairs after that to get to his apartment, he’d have to unlock the door, get TO the bathroom, unzip… His bladder shuddered, that would all take SO long, and it wanted to be allowed to relax NOW.
Alex was more nervous than ever when they got to the bookstore; the floor inside of it was carpeted, and he couldn’t stop imagining himself creating a huge puddle that soaked down deep through all the material. He couldn’t stop imagining that the carpet would be ruined after that, and they’d have to pull it all out and replace it, then Alex would be made to pay for it with all the money he’d saved for Adam’s guitar.
‘That’s not going to happen,’ Alex promised himself. He wasn’t going to pee his pants. He hadn’t even sprung a leak yet. He was holding it. He was containing all of it perfectly fine. Just so long as he didn’t stay still for too long, his urine would remain where it belonged. He’d be fine.
But, he definitely couldn’t stay still anymore. His hips twisted constantly, his hands ran through his hair in an effort to keep them away from his crotch. He’d lean to one side for a moment and feel a little better, then the awful pressure would ramp up again and he’d shift his weight in the other direction to alleviate it, back and forth, over and over… He had to go so much!
He trailed after Camille through the aisles of bookshelves, taking teeny puffs of air as even the mere act of breathing was causing his poor bladder to feel even more bloated. His knees rubbed together nonstop, making his gait very slow and clumsy as he forced himself to keep moving in a direction that he knew wasn’t going to lead him to the toilet he needed so badly.
Camille selected a book from one of the shelves, turned around and showed it to Alex. “How’s this one?” she asked.
Alex stared at the cover, but its title looked blurry as desperation frayed his vision. He found himself needing to stare at it and take in each letter individually like he would have done when he was little and first learning how to read. He struggled to recall if Adam had read that book before or not, he struggled to recall anything other than the pee he’d taken before leaving his apartment that morning!
“Uh— Um…” Alex bobbed up and down so fast he was sure he must have been a blur to Camille. “Wh—What’s it about?” He’d be able to remember Adam telling him the plot if he’d read it before.
“It’s…” Camille trailed off. “Alex, please try not to be so anxious… I—“ she paused. “Um, hugs make you feel better, right?”
They did usually, but Alex wasn’t sure if a hug would feel that good right now. Still, Camille wanted to be his friend! What if she thought he didn’t like her if he said no? He nodded.
Camille held him tightly. Way, way too tightly, squeezing him in around his middle. For a terrifyingly long moment, Alex was convinced that he was going to pee all over himself, Camille, and the nice carpeted floor…
“O— Okay, I feel a little better now!” Alex lied, and Camille let go.
She read him the synopsis on the back of the book, it had something to do with a massive water shortage caused by global warming, leading to everyone struggling to survive— Alex wanted to jump into the book and tell them not to worry, because HE was full of enough water right now to make up for even the longest drought…
Adam definitely hadn’t read it before though, Alex knew he would have talked about it if he had. “Y—Yeah, that one’s good. He’ll like it,” he said.
They went to the counter to pay for the book, and Alex’s legs stayed crossed the entire time. Sweat rolled down his back in cold sheets. ‘You got the first thing over with,’ he told himself. ‘One step closer to peeing.’ But that first step wasn’t enough to satisfy his bladder, it wanted him to already be at the finish line, his zipper down and standing at the toilet letting everything flow out of him. The pinchy sensation at his opening now felt warmer and more electrified, pulsing violently every other second like a blaring alarm.
An ache bloomed white hot in his pelvic region, a rippling agony tearing through him that was immediately followed by a short burst of wetness and heat in between his trembling thighs. And then another. And another. Tiny, dribbly little leaks that brought him absolutely no relief, but which he also could not stop. Every few seconds, another little bit of pee would spurt out of him, the area between his legs growing warmer and damper as more and more fluid was forcibly ejected from his body. He gave up and finally held himself, cringing at the slick feeling beneath his palms that told him his leakage was probably becoming visible.
Gripping himself brought him a bit of relief, but all too quickly he had to let go. Camille had finished paying and turned back around to face him. He forced his hands away from his groin and was glad when his dripping didn’t instantly resume. It was back under control. For now.
But, how much longer could he possibly go on like this? Making it all the way home without urinating no longer seemed remotely possible for him. One way or another, his bladder was going to be empty by the time he got home. He couldn’t hold it! Even after all that had accidentally come out in his pants, he felt like he was stretched to his limit!
He HAD to tell Camille, he HAD to ask her for help. She’d understand! She NEEDED to understa—
“Can you hold this for a minute?”
No! Alex didn’t have any more minutes left! He couldn’t hold it for a minute! He couldn’t! He—
Camille held out the bag containing Adam’s book, “Just for a minute?” she said. “I have to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.”
Alex took the bag and silently watched as Camille walked down a narrow corridor that must have led to the restrooms. But… Wasn’t she scared to go all by herself like that? What if someone thought she was a man and did something mean to her? Looking at Camille, Alex didn’t know HOW anyone could mistake her for a man… Then again, Alex didn’t know how anyone could think Adam was a girl, yet that had gotten Adam hurt in this very place!
Maybe Camille was just very brave… She had to be. She watched all those scary movies. But, even if those movies terrified Alex, he understood they were only pretend; Cruel people were very real.
But, if Camille apparently wasn’t scared like Alex was, then did that mean she wouldn’t understand his fear after all? Did that mean she would think he was being silly? Did that mean he shouldn’t ask her for help?
It probably did… Better to just hold it.
Except, Alex really couldn’t hold it! As his brain became inundated with the thought of Camille getting the relief he so desperately craved, his bladder began to issue more little dribbles into his pants. Drop by drop, Alex was having an accident right where he stood!
He… He didn’t wanna stand here anymore! He had to move around. He had to move around a lot! He paced back and forth across a tiny section of the floor, he bounced and bounced and bounced. Finally, in a daze, he dragged himself down the same corridor Camille had gone down, and fought back tears at the sight of the men’s room door. He gritted his teeth and tried to will his hands to open it, to grant him access to the thing he needed so, so much…
But, his hands wouldn’t cooperate, one just gripped onto the shopping bag until his knuckles went white, and the other tucked itself right between his tangled legs. ‘I can’t— I can’t wait, I need to— I’m scared—‘ Fear and desperation fought for dominance inside Alex’s head, until he wasn’t sure which was the most responsible for his shaking.
WHY did restrooms even have to be segregated by gender anyway? If they weren’t, Alex wouldn’t have a reason to be scared, he could just run in and pee as much as he wanted! But no, he had to stand out here instead, struggling to hold back his flood, because he couldn’t stop thinking that someone would hurt him if he tried to go. ‘Be brave,’ Alex begged himself. ‘Be brave, like Camille is! Can’t hold it, can’t hold it, can’t—‘
Alex was so caught up in his thoughts that he barely noticed when a man approached him. “Are you in line?” the man asked with a frown, and Alex noticed the same shimmy in the guy’s hips that was present in his own.
“N—No,” Alex managed to choke out through the pain.
The guy stared at him for a moment, then moved through the door Alex needed to enter. ‘He thought you were in line for the men’s,’ Alex scolded himself. ‘That means he didn’t think that you’re a girl. Because you AREN’T. You’ll be okay, even without Adam here. You can do it, you can! Just—‘
The door to the women’s room opened and Camille exited. “Ahh, that’s better. Sorry,” she said to Alex. “Too much soda, I—“ She stopped herself. “Oh, I can hold the bag while you go.”
Alex knew his pee dance was blatantly obvious by that point— He was full-on holding himself now, after all. He still flushed with embarrassment when Camille didn’t even feel the need to ask him whether he had to go or not.
Camille held out her hand, and Alex eagerly gave her the bag… But instead of running in to pee, he just used his newly freed hand to get a better grip on his crotch as he kept writhing around. “I—“
“Alex, don’t worry,” Camille said. “I don’t mind waiting for you. You look like you’re gonna pop.”
“But…” Alex worried at his lip. ‘SHE. WOULD. UNDERSTAND,’ the rational part of his brain screamed, but when he tried to open his mouth to speak, his teeth just gritted together and refused to allow any words out. So, shakily, he made himself enter the restroom. The world tilted and tumbled as he blearily took it in, the only other person here was the guy from earlier, washing his hands at the sink— And, oh how that noise taunted Alex’s poor bladder!
Only one other person… And he wasn’t looking at Alex… It was safe. He could go. He HAD to go. He was going to DIE if he didn’t go! He stumbled to the row of urinals and unzipped himself at the closest one. It was safe. He’d made it. It was time to pee…
There weren’t any dividers between the urinals… And he couldn’t have Adam use the one right next to his like usual… What if someone looked at his… Thing and could tell somehow that it was a prosthetic? Would they be mad? Should he use a stall instead?
Before he could make that decision, the sight of the urinal in front of him, the feeling of his zip being down, and the sound of the sink’s faucet flowing all became far too much for his bladder to take and he began to void violently into his boxers. Panicked, he pulled his cock out and directed his stream into the urinal where it belonged.
Then, finally, he started to actually feel a little better. “Ahhhh…” he breathed out with a smile as a thick, clear jet of pee sprayed out of him. His shoulders began to sag as he at last let go… Just as his stream increased in speed, the rock hard pressure within him began to dissipate, and shivers started to tingle up his spine, Alex heard the door opening.
And Alex clenched up again in an instant. His stream slowed, becoming weak and dismal, and he made a small whimpering noise as the stinging at his pee-hole returned. Four guys had walked in, and now they were at the urinals too, peeing away, and Alex… Alex’s body just… Shut down. He couldn’t pee anymore, even though his bladder was still, undoubtedly, extremely full.
Alex’s body trembled, the sudden halting of his relief created a horrific pressure below his navel that brought tears to his eyes. “Mmmf,” involuntary noises of displeasure bubbled in the back of Alex’s throat. Why was this happening!? A couple of times when he’d needed to pee, he’d had a little trouble getting it STARTED, but always once he’d begun to go, he’d FINISH. He’d never had it just… Plug up in the middle like this, and it hurt so much! Now, he knew what relief FELT like, and he wanted it back NOW.
Alex was so scared, there were no dividers, someone could look at his junk at any moment and decide it didn’t look ‘right’. His body was behaving very, very strangely, and he was worried he’d held it so long that his bladder was now… Broken somehow; That it would never allow him to empty it out all the way again, and he’d have to feel this desperate forever, only broken up by brief seconds where he’d be able to let a tiny bit flow. He strained hard against his muscles, begging his release to resume, but it wouldn’t. The shivers moving through his back were not from a place of pleasure, but from a place of terror and pain.
Then, he was hit by two more awful thoughts; The other guys at the urinals might NOTICE that he wasn’t peeing and think he had something wrong with him, and Camille was WAITING for him to finish and come back out.
Panicked, burning hot with shame, Alex fumbled himself back into his shorts and zipped up. The button on his shorts dug harshly into his bladder and caused him to cringe as he stumbled to the sinks. He knew he had to wash his hands, but after only a second he had to shut the faucet back off. He couldn’t handle the noise it made, and he definitely couldn’t handle the way it felt against his palms.
Alex dragged himself back out of the restroom, his bladder somehow feeling even MORE agonized than it had before he’d gone in. That wasn’t fair! He’d let SOME out, it should have felt at least a little better!
But, it didn’t. It didn’t feel better at all. It felt like he was being tortured.
Even so, when Camille asked him if he felt better, he made himself nod, made himself say “Let’s go get the guitar now,” and tried to make it sound as though he wasn’t in any kind of rush to get out of here. He wasn’t leaking anymore, at least. His pee was staying inside him again. Now that he’d locked up, he’d REALLY locked up.
Luckily for Alex, Camille suggested they take the elevator back down to the first floor— The stairs, Alex knew, would have been the absolute death of him at this point. When the elevator doors dinged open and Alex stepped inside, he immediately remembered a story Adam had told him about his dad.
Adam’s Dad had been at some big conference thing, badly needing to pee. The bathrooms were on a different floor, so he’d gone into the elevator to get to them. But, the elevator had gotten stuck. And it remained stuck for so long that he’d had an accident. It was a funny family story now, but at the time it had been just awful; A grown adult, and a doctor at that, showing up to a work event and then needing to find new pants to change into.
If THIS elevator got stuck, Alex would have an accident, too!
Alex did the only thing he could think of. He shut his eyes as the doors drew to a close, and he prayed. ‘God, um… I know there’s probably more important stuff happening right now, but please don’t let the elevator get stuck? Also, can I maybe pee soon, too? Please? I really have to go. And… I shouldn’t tell you how to do your job, but if you make a new species, then you shouldn’t give it a bladder. It’s too much trouble.’
The prayer worked and the elevator didn’t get stuck.
Camille had been watching Alex through the whole ride, though. She’d been watching his bobbing and contorting, his cringing and whimpering…And now she watched as he scrambled out of the elevator like it was on fire. He looked like he really needed the bathroom, but he’d only JUST gone, hadn’t he? It couldn’t have been more than five minutes since he’d last peed, and Camille didn’t think he’d fill up again THAT quickly even if he was sick!
So, had he not actually peed? What was he doing in there, then? He was gone an awful long time. And there wasn’t a line, Alex had gone in before those other guys ha—
Oh.
Camille thought over all of Alex’s behavior throughout the day. His nonstop twitching, the way he’d seemed so upset when she asked if he wanted to sit by the fountain, how winded he’d gotten after climbing the stairs… She’d thought the whole time that he was just anxious, only seeing that he needed to pee when he’d been reduced to holding himself.
Alex was clearly desperate then, but he’d BEEN desperate for practically the entire day, and he obviously STILL was. He just wasn’t saying or doing anything that could put a stop to it.
Because he was scared to.
All day, he’d been scared to enter a public bathroom, then when Camille told him to go, something must have happened that freaked him out too much. She felt awful, she should have KNOWN. Adam had told her a few times about how he and Alex always peed together, how safe and secure it made them feel. Clearly, Alex wasn’t comfortable going any other way.
And, she understood it. She understood why he was scared. She’d been scared to do that alone her first few times as well. For years after coming out, she would ONLY enter public women’s rooms if her Mom went with her. When Mom wasn’t around, she had held it until it hurt before finally giving in. But, the thing was, after she’d done it enough times without issue, it wasn’t scary anymore. “Um… Alex?” she asked, unsure how to broach the subject.
“Mmmf, what?” Alex moaned. He’d been focusing solely on putting one foot in front of the other as he walked in the direction of the correct store.
“Did… Uh… Do you still have to pee?”
Miserable, Alex nodded his head. “I couldn’t finish,” he admitted. “All these people came in, and I just… It stopped.”
Camille nodded, sympathy lighting in her belly. That must have hurt! “Alex, it’s… I get it. But, if you use the bathroom by yourself a few times, it gets easier. It’s—“
“I can’t…” Alex mumbled, eyes welling up with tears when another spurt of pee finally managed to break through his barriers and soak into his pants. “I want Adam…”
“How about you text him?” Camille offered. “Just, talk to him some? Would that help?”
Alex didn’t know if it would, but tried anyway. Alex wasn’t very good at texting. The keyboard on a phone was just too small, and he could barely remember where all the letters were located on it. It was even harder when he was just so, so desperate…
‘Adam
I am at mall stll. hav to p rly rly bad. Scared to without u.’
At home, Adam heard his phone chime and picked it up. He was used to Alex’s somewhat illegible style of texting so had no trouble parsing the message. ‘Oh, poor thing…’ He sent back;
‘Can you make it home, do you think?’
The response came unusually quickly for Alex;
‘No. bout to xplode.’
‘Can you TRY to go there, then?’
Again, a very abrupt reply;
‘I did. Couldnt. ppl came in and I couldnt go.’
Adam set the phone down and tried to think. He wished he could teleport to Alex’s side to put the guy at ease. He and Alex didn’t handle separation well, but Alex was by far the worst at it. If only there was a way Alex could at least FEEL like Adam was with him…
Maybe there was… Adam grabbed his phone again and called Alex. As soon as Alex answered, Adam knew how bad a state his boyfriend was in.
“Adam… Adam” Alex panted out, breathless and needy and urgent, it sounded like Adam’s name was synonymous with ‘I’m about to wet myself!’ “Adam—“
“I know, sweet thing,” Adam said.
On the other end of the line, Alex immediately found himself feeling more at ease after hearing the familiar pet-name. But, it did nothing to calm his bladder. “I really, really—“
“Shhh, I know,” Adam interrupted. “I… I understand, Alex. I don’t feel very safe doing that without YOU there, either.”
Alex was surprised. Adam never SEEMED frightened by much of anything! “Really?”
“Really,” Adam agreed. “Sometimes, if I haven’t got a choice, I’ll pretend to myself that you ARE there with me, and I’ll feel safer again.”
“Oh…” Alex said, touched. He didn’t think he’d be able to actually protect Adam if something bad did happen…
“Now. I… want you to go to the restroom there, okay? Use a stall, you’ll probably feel safer that way. You can’t hold it until you get home.”
“But—“
“And… And put your phone on speaker, put it in your pocket, don’t hang up on me. It will be like I’m there. Okay? Would that help you at all?”
“Y—Yes, I think so,” Alex said.
“Okay,” Adam said. “Let’s—“
“But… You’ll hear me… Going…”
“I’ve heard you pee before lots of times, silly thing,” Adam said. “That’s not a big deal. Besides, if you need to go as bad as I think you do, I’ll get to hear all of your cute sighs, too.”
“M—My…” Alex blushed. “Al—Alright.” He was already feeling a lot better. Much more secure… But that newfound sense of safety was making his bladder get too far ahead of him, causing it to lurch and spasm chaotically as he felt all the more eager to start peeing. He pushed the speaker button on his phone and tucked it into his pocket, then asked Camille to find him a bathroom as fast as possible. “There’s one really close, right?”
On the other end of the line, Adam could hear the clear urgency in Alex’s voice. He wished he was there, or that he could somehow teleport an empty bottle into Alex’s hand so that he didn’t have to hold it even one more second.
He was relieved when he heard Camille confirm that there WAS a toilet just a few minutes away, but he knew he couldn’t have been as relieved by that news as Alex was.
Adam listened as the phone tumbled around in Alex’s pocket, periodically overhearing his poor boyfriend let out tiny, mewling whimpers while he tried to walk. “H—How much further…?” Alex asked after about a minute.
“We’re close,” Camille said. “Hang in there.”
Alex’s whining winces picked up the more he walked. Adam couldn’t even imagine how full his bladder must have been; Alex had left the apartment hours ago, he must have been ready to blow…
Adam heard Alex’s breathing speed up and become heavier and heavier, and the sounds of his footsteps growing faster. Then, he listened as a door swung open and shut. ‘Okay, he’s making it…’ Adam thought.
Confirming that Alex had indeed entered a restroom, Adam was now able to overhear a sink’s faucet running. Even through the crackly speaker of the phone, it was enough to get Adam’s knee bouncing. He couldn’t imagine what it was doing to Alex…
“Ooohhh…” Alex groaned softly, followed by the sound of clothing being ruffled as Adam imagined he was likely gripping himself tightly. Then, there was the clatter of a lock being swung into place, even more rustling, a zipper being pulled, and at last the unmistakable hiss of liquid striking liquid.
Adam blushed at that, now able to hear nothing but the thunderous roar of Alex’s stream. This was then punctuated by a quiet and very contented sigh. Adam pictured Alex standing there with a small smile on his lips, his eyes shut in total bliss as he finally let it out. It was such a cute image that he blushed even harder.
Alex, meanwhile, felt like pounds and pounds worth of tension were being lifted off his shoulders with each passing second. Even if Adam wasn’t RIGHT there, he was still kind of there. Alex was safe in here, free to do as he needed, and wow had he needed to do this… The sensation of his bladder deflating and shrinking as his burden sprayed out of him was wonderful, and this time when he really started to enjoy his relief as his spine started tingling with shivers, nothing happened that made him lock back up again. “Ahhh…”
Upon hearing that second sigh, the redness in Adam’s cheeks darkened. It was just such an adorable noise. He loved hearing Alex sounding so relaxed and comfortable, especially after how panicked he’d sounded a few minutes ago. Adam was a little concerned by how long Alex was peeing, though. He’d seen Alex let out a lot before, but he’d definitely been at his limit this time. Adam wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been a little bit swollen in his middle.
Another concern was that, the longer Adam listened to Alex pee, the more his own bladder pinched. He hadn’t needed to go very much when Alex had initially texted him, but now he was crossing his legs. ‘Alex and I pee together all the time, anyways…’ Adam thought, standing from the couch and entering the restroom. He freed himself a moment later and let his own stream go.
In the mall, Alex’s release finally tapered off, and he was rewarded with a very nice shiver that shook his entire upper body. He zipped up and left the stall. This time he was able to actually wash his hands without causing himself any pain. On wobbly, tingling legs, he left the restroom.
Camille could tell right away that he’d actually peed this time, that the poor guy’s bladder was at long last completely emptied.
Alex took his phone from his pocket and switched off the speaker mode. “Thank you, Adam,” he blurted out. “Thank you! I feel way better now, I—“ he cut himself off, noticing the trickling sound from the other end of the line. “Heh, Adam are you going now too?”
“Y—Yeah,” Adam responded, embarrassed. “Hearing… um… ‘running water’ makes me need to pee…”
Alex blushed. He’d peed so hard and for so long that his partner’s bladder had filled up in sympathy… He listened as Adam finished up with a sigh. “Th—Thank you,” Alex repeated. “I… I felt safe knowing you were… At least sort of there with me. Sorry, I know that was probably really weird…”
“Aw, don’t worry,” Adam assured. “I want my sweet thing to be comfy.”
“I… Definitely wasn’t comfortable before,” Alex said.
“I know… If you ever have to go in public again and I’m not with you, you can call me. We can do this every time if it makes things easier for you.”
“Y—You promise? You don’t mind?”
“Not at all, Alex. I understand this is stressful for you. I love you.”
“I love you too, Adam.”
The call ended, and Alex gave another relaxed sigh. Adam was always going to be there for him, even when they were apart.
“Everything okay now?” Camille asked. “Don’t need to worry about any puddles?”
Alex covered his face, “N—No. I’m better now…” he looked down at his shorts… They were grey; Light grey… There were dark patches in a few very obvious spots. It was clear that he’d either spilled something on himself or hadn’t totally made it to the toilet in time. He could also smell a bit of an acrid odor; Anyone who got close enough to him to sniff it would know immediately that the spots on his clothes WERE urine. His eyes welled up again, “I— I—“
Camille saw where he was looking. She took off her hoodie and tied it around his waist. “There you go, that covers it all.”
Alex shrank back. “But… What if it rubs onto your—“
“I’ll wash it,” Camille said. “It’s okay. Remember, I want to be your friend. This is what friends do for each other.”
Alex’s chest grew warm. She really DID like him… “Okay,” he said. “Let’s… Let’s go get the guitar now.”
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Alex was at the grocery store with Adam, waiting to check out. While Adam waited calmly, Alex did so with his legs crossed and his knees knocking. There had been delicious juice samples next to one of the aisles today and Alex had enjoyed them way too much.
Alex had waited too long, and the line wasn’t moving at all. He was rocking back and forth, side to side, craning his neck to see in front of himself at how many people he had to wait through.
Only one of them really NEEDED to stay in line, though! Adam could hold the spot for both of them.
Stupid.
And Alex had already gone to a public restroom by himself before, so it would be okay again now.
Stupid.
And… He really, really needed to go. He’d leaked once already standing here. “Adam, I don’t think I can make it through the line,” he said.
Stupid.
“I’ll take you,” Adam said. “We can get back in line after.”
“No,” Alex shook his head. “It’s okay. I can go by myself this time.”
Stupid.
Adam squeezed his hand and smiled at him encouragingly, “Okay. If you get lost or anything, just text me.” He was happy. Alex was so much more confident now. So much more secure.
Stupid.
Alex exited the line eagerly, tugging at the waistband of his shorts as he tried to draw it away from his aching bladder. Each step he took made his urine slosh and bounce around, all the more eager to begin rushing out. He saw the sign he needed, and followed the arrow towards the restrooms, already feeling more relaxed now that relief was so close.
Stupid.
Almost there, almost there… His steps became more disjointed the closer he got to the restroom, a little spurt right at the edge of breaking free, and—
YANK!
Psss…
It took Alex a second to figure out what was going on, at first all he knew was that his head really, really hurt and there was fresh warmth between his thighs… Then he was on the ground, dazed and blinking up at… At a face he hadn’t seen in a long, long time, but that he immediately recognized.
The owner of the face had clearly recognized Alex as well— Why else would he have shoved him to the floor like that?
Alex’s heart was thumping as he scrambled backwards, his need for the toilet momentarily forgotten as he focused only on one thing; getting away.
“Alex,” Papa said, and Alex froze, unable to make himself move anymore. Something in Papa’s voice had paralyzed him… Or maybe it was the LACK of something in it.
Alex started to crawl to his feet, but the man shoved him back down hard against the ground, his knees buckled and chafed, but he barely felt it. Why was Papa here, at THIS store? This one was far away from Alex’s old house. THIS store was in the city, not in the mostly empty planes just beyond it where Papa lived.
“Alex,” Papa repeated, and Alex froze once more. He wondered if, now, Papa regretted giving him a gender neutral name, it meant that he didn’t have an older name to spit back into his face right now. “What happened to you?”
Alex didn’t answer at first. He was too confused to. The question made no sense. “N—Nothing—“
“It’s not nothing,” Papa disagreed. “Nothing was wrong with you and— And now… Look at how much you’ve destroyed yourself.”
A pang at Alex’s opening reminded him of why he’d come here to begin with… But he didn’t want to be here anymore. He wanted to be back in the line where Adam was. He wanted to be anywhere that Adam was. Wherever Adam was, it was safe. Wherever Papa was, it wasn’t safe at all… He tried to stand up and run, but was shoved against the wall. He tasted salt and only then realized that he was crying.
Papa’s brow wrinkled in disgust as he looked Alex over more closely. Alex knew he looked and sounded lot different than he did last time Papa saw him. His voice was deeper, his chest broader, a thin bit of stubble on his chin… “What have you done?” Papa growled. “What did she make you do to yourself?”
“Leave me alone…” Alex said softly. He knew Papa was going to do something to him, and he didn’t want to know what it was. “Adam didn’t MAKE me do anything, he just let me be myself; Th—The thing you never did!” He was amazed he was able to say all of that.
Papa seemed to be amazed by it as well. Amazed and furious; “Alex, I don’t know what kind of nonsense that girl has you believing now, but who you ARE is my daughter.”
Alex tried to reply, but a sob lodged in his throat wouldn’t let him. He wasn’t Papa’s daughter, not anymore. And he was never going to be his son; He didn’t belong to that man anymore in any way.
“You’ve mutilated yourself,” Papa added. “How far has it gone? How much have you already destroyed?”
And then, Papa was GRABBING him, and tugging and pulling and… and Alex wanted to scream at the top of his lungs but all that came out was a little whimpering noise, and Papa was talking about how gross his scars were, how he’d given up his chance to do the most important thing in the world and nourish the babies he was supposed to give birth to in the future. Alex wanted it all to just stop. Stop touching him. Stop shouting. Just leave him alone. Please. Please. Please. He pleaded in his mind, silently begging and screaming for God to help him and just please make them stop, and then Alex’s shirt was somewhere on the ground, and—
But then, Adam was right there, and Adam was mad— And Adam NEVER gets mad, or yells— But he was yelling now, yelling a lot, yelling “Get your hands off of my Alex right now!” And now Adam had his wrist instead, and Adam was pulling him away really, really fast— And Alex still had to go so bad, but he didn’t CARE because he wanted OUT of here, he wanted Adam holding him somewhere safe. He wanted to be at home, in bed, hiding under the covers with Adam. But, he wasn’t. And Papa was still shouting, and saying Alex was disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, and Alex felt warmth going down his leg and he KNEW Papa was right, and— And— Outside. Outside now. Adam had gotten him outside, but even in the fresh air Alex still couldn’t breathe, and— And he wasn’t peeing anymore, but he was wet and still really needed to— And— And— And— There was no oxygen, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t, he couldn’t— And—In the car now, they were in the car, and—
“Shhh…” Adam’s hand was so, so tight around Alex’s trembling, clammy one. “Shhh… Sweet thing… Shhhh… I’ve got you. You’re safe. Just breathe with me, alright?”
Alex couldn’t breathe, though! His vision was fraying, pee was dribbling out of him again, but that didn’t matter as much as how bad he needed air!
“In…” Adam encouraged. “Big breath in now, Alex…”
Alex tried to follow Adam’s directions, tried to suck in air deeply and slowly like his boyfriend was, tried to focus on how firmly Adam was gripping his hand, and slowly… Alex could breathe again.
“You’re safe…. I’ve got you.” Adam repeated, his eyes welling up. “God… Alex, did he hurt you?”
Alex’s knees were bruised from when he’d been pushed, and his scalp ached from having his hair pulled so much. He felt some scrapes on his chest and legs as well… “N—Not too bad,” he said shakily. “You got there in time.” Now Alex was squeezing Adam’s hand back just as tightly. He shuddered, imagining what could have happened if his partner hadn’t come… “How did you know?”
“I…” Adam hesitated. “I don’t…I don’t even really know. I just… Had this ‘feeling’ that something was wrong and that you needed me. It’s hard to explain…”
“…I love you,” Alex said.
“I love you too, Alex…” Adam said. “If he’d… If he’d hurt you badly…” He shook his head, tried to steady himself. “I… I love you more than anything, Alex. Let’s… Let’s go home now. We’ll order a pizza or something, I don’t want to… To go anywhere right now.”
Alex nodded, “M—Me neither… The groceries…”
“We’ll come back tomorrow, it’s okay.”
“… Wanna be at home, Adam…”
“I’ll get us there as fast as I can,” Adam promised, starting up the car. He looked sideways at Alex for a moment, unsure of how to broach the next subject. “In all of that… Did you… Um…”
“I— I peed some,” Alex admitted. “A little bit. Still… Uh… Still holding a lot of it…”
Adam reached over to rub Alex’s jiggling thigh— Whether that bounciness was from lingering fear or his still-present need was hard to tell. “Well, I’ll try to get you home even faster, then.” He returned his hand to the steering wheel, but heard Alex whimper, and when he turned his boyfriend was shaking like a leaf during an intense thunderstorm. “Y—You can make it home,” he encouraged. “I know you can do—“
Alex flung one of his hands out and squeezed it against Adam’s thigh.
Oh.
Adam decided maybe he didn’t really NEED to use both hands to drive right now, and allowed Alex to clutch one of them all he wanted. Letting Alex hold onto him like that made it easier to drive, anyway. It kept him calmer, and it made his sudden compulsion to continue looking at the passenger seat and confirm to himself that Alex was THERE and OKAY a little easier to ignore.
Alex, meanwhile, did not think his body had ever felt so raw before. All of his nerves were standing at attention, icy fear still coursed through him, his bladder was SEARING and begging him to let it continue emptying out into his pants. He kept his thighs clenched together, but all of his muscles seemed to have minds of their own. He couldn’t decide which ones went tense and which ones went loose and jittery, his body was choosing that for him, and it made it so much harder to hold in his pee. “I— I feel really weird, Adam…” Alex said.
“You… Had an anxiety attack,” Adam said. “That’s why you couldn’t breathe earlier.” Adam had had a couple of those… But never one while he’d been desperate to pee, that must have been horrible. Adam was honestly stunned Alex was still holding it. If the circumstances were better, he may even say he felt impressed.
However he felt, it made him more determined to get Alex home in time. Every time Alex’s grip on his hand tightened and he heard his boyfriend whimper, Adam knew Alex’s bladder must have been spasming hard.
Finally, Alex spoke up, “I— I can’t… It feels extra hard to hold it… I’m so… I’m too shaky all over.”
“It will be alright, Alex,” Adam soothed. “Do you… Want me to stop somewhere, or—“
“Home,” Alex said, and his voice was firmer than Adam had ever heard it. “Home now. Please?”
Adam rubbed his thumb against Alex’s hand, hoping to comfort him. He’d never, ever seen the poor thing so scared… Alex must have been terrified if wanting to get to his safe-place was more urgent than his need to pee… Adam could tell he was dying to go, he was scissoring his legs around and holding himself, and there was a clear wet spot on his shorts. “Home it is,” Adam said. “You can make it. It’s not too far… Why was he even THERE?” he asked, mostly just to himself. “He lives so far away…”
“Sometimes… Sometimes, I remember,” Alex struggled, crossing his legs tightly. “If he had extra money at the end of the month, he’d go to the city alone and buy a steak for dinner… I… I guess he did that toda—“ Alex’s voice died in his throat as the car careened over a bump and made him lose a spurt of his pee. “Ah— Can’t hold it—!”
Adam tightened his grip on Alex’s hand, “You can do it, sweet thing…”
Alex DID make it back to their apartment building, but when Adam parked he made no move to spring out of the car and rush up the stairs for relief. He just stayed in his seat, crossing his legs and rocking back and forth urgently.
Did he need to go so bad he couldn’t stand…?
Adam exited the car, hearing Alex make a pained, pleading noise as he did so. ‘Hang on Alex, I’ll help you up,’ Adam thought as he went around to the other side of the car. He opened the door and held his arm out… Which Alex immediately latched onto like a plank of wood in the middle of a roaring ocean. Alex frantically scrambled from the car, and didn’t let go of Adam once he was out… Just… Kept clinging to him and shivering. “I… I need to go real, real bad…” he mumbled, and Adam hadn’t heard his voice shrink to such a tiny, soft level ever before.
“You… Can’t do the stairs? Need me to carry you again?” Adam gathered. “That’s okay, I don’t mind.”
Adam picked Alex up as he’d done the last time Alex’s bladder had been too full to handle a trip up a few flights of stairs. Adam climbed them as quickly as he dared, not wanting to shake the contents of his boyfriend’s bladder up too much. Alex’s eyes were huge on his face, and his nails dug into Adam’s shoulders hard enough to hurt. “Almost there, sweet thing,” Adam promised, and a few seconds later they’d arrived at their door and Adam set Alex down gently.
Right away, Alex was dancing from foot to foot, one hand cramming back between his legs, and the other… Wrapping around Adam’s arm as he fished out the key.
Alex winced at the sound of it turning in the lock. His thighs tensed up, his knees bowed inwards. “Ooooh…” he moaned, his grip— both on himself and on Adam’s arm— tightening. “Why’s it so much worse when I hear the door being unlocked?”
Adam gave a small laugh, “Your bladder knows it means you’re really close to the bathroom,” he said. “It’s getting too excited…” He pushed the door open, expecting Alex to rush in and straight to the toilet.
But, he didn’t…Instead, he just kept… Standing there and dancing as he held onto Adam.
“Sweet thing…?” Adam asked. He didn’t hear any hissing… No splashing against the ground… Alex hadn’t had an accident.
“Need… With you…” Alex managed. “Hurry?”
And Adam understood right away. Alex was, understandably, still very, very scared and shaken up. But… This level of clinginess; Adam hadn’t seen it since back when Alex had FIRST gotten away from his dad. It wasn’t a good sign that he was seeing it again now. “Oh,” he said. “No problem… Man, you’re right! I REALLY gotta go!” He decided not to acknowledge the true meaning of Alex’s request, to pretend this was just another one of the many times they’d both had to go too badly to wait on one another.
Alex remained latched to Adam side as they headed for the restroom. He only finally released his grip on him when he was at the toilet and realized he needed both his hands for unzipping and aiming. Alex got himself situated in front of the toilet and once Adam had joined him and tugged down his own zipper, Alex told his body that it was time to let go…
…
Alex told his body that it was time to let go!
…
…
…
Alex told his body that IT WAS TIME TO LET GO!!
But, Alex’s body wouldn’t LISTEN. The tears he’d been holding back began to flow. “Adam, it won’t come out! Help me, please? Please make it come out? It hurts!”
Adam tucked his cock back into his pants without releasing a single drop— His own bladder gave a confused lurch at that. Even though he hadn’t needed to pee that badly, it didn’t feel particularly great to leave the toilet without actually using it.
“Adam, please!?” Alex begged. “Fix it!”
Adam was right behind Alex right away, feeling huge bags of concern weighing him down. This was… Not good. At all. None of it was. Alex had been hurt today, he now couldn’t pee despite an intense need to do so, he was falling back into his earlier dependency issues, he was speaking in panicked, little half-sentences the way a young kid might…
All because of an asshole.
Fury rose in Adam’s chest at that thought. If Alex’s Dad hadn’t been there, or if he had just left Alex the Hell alone, Alex would have peed and gone about his day and he wouldn’t be in here right now, crying, glueing himself to his boyfriend, and begging for help with a basic bodily function…
Alex had been doing so well at being more independent lately, too… And seeing that jackass again had managed to knock him all the way back to square one in the span of a few minutes.
Adam was not a violent person by any means— He’d attended his first anti-war protest when he was in the fifth grade for God’s sake!— But, suddenly he had a very intense urge to wack a man over the head with a plank of wood. He almost thought he could maybe understand the feelings a world leader might experience before declaring war, and it brought his blood to such a high boil he felt feverish.
Anger would not help Alex right now, though. What Alex needed was calm. What Adam usually was WAS calm! Rage was such a foreign sensation to him that it startled him whenever it DID pop up.
Rage wasn’t needed now, Adam reminded himself. Calm… Calm… Be calm for Alex… “Poor Alex…” Adam said finally, hugging him from behind. “You got very scared today, and you have every right to feel that way. What happened scared me too. But, it’s over now. It’s all over, and you’re nice and safe at home with me now.” Adam could feel how much Alex’s body trembled.
Alex sniffed loudly and choked down on a sob, “Wh—What did I do that was bad?”
“You did nothing bad,” Adam promised, kissing the back of his partner’s neck gently.
“Wh—What if… What if it is bad?” Alex asked. “What if he’s right, and— And I’m disgusting, and Papa was right when he said I’ll go to Hell, and—“
“Shhh…” Adam soothed. “You’re not disgusting. You’re wonderful… And— And God would NEVER send someone like you to Hell…” Adam wasn’t religious, but he at least knew the basics enough to know that Alex didn’t belong anywhere near Hell. “Didn’t Jesus just want people to be kind and compassionate? To look after each other? That’s ALL you do!”
“B—But, what if… Papa said ‘God doesn’t make mistakes like that…’” Alex recited. “And, that’s true. God doesn’t make mistakes…”
“He doesn’t,” Adam agreed. “So, that must mean God made you the way you are for a reason, didn’t He? Maybe He knew it would HELP you be the wonderful, kind and compassionate person you are, if you grew up experiencing life from varying perspectives?”
“M—Maybe…”
“You talked to God about all of this, didn’t you?” Adam asked. “You talked to Him a lot…”
Alex nodded. He’d always trusted God to show him the correct path, and this had been no different. After Adam had told him about being trans, Alex had been so confused. Then, one day, Adam asked Alex to meet him in the woods behind their homes at midnight to talk about it more. Alex had been unsure if he should go or not, everything was so new, and Papa had said Adam was evil… Alex didn’t think Adam was evil at all, Adam was his best friend… But, what if he was wrong?
Alex had prayed about it, and then he’d sought answers in his Bible… The first page he turned to was a passage about going to meet a friend at midnight.
Alex made up his mind right away then. Adam wasn’t evil, and God wanted the meeting, and whatever came of it, to happen. Papa found out about the meeting and he was furious, when Alex explained that God had wanted him to go see Adam, Papa had done something that fully broke Alex’s trust in him; Papa had claimed that HE knew better than God did.
And then he thought back to earlier today, how he’d asked God to make Papa stop hurting him, and how Adam had just gotten a ‘feeling’ that something was wrong…
God was on his side. Alex could always count on God to protect him. Just like he could always count on Adam.
Psss….
Slowly, and with far less force than the agony in his bladder justified, a stream emerged and plinked into the bowl. Alex shuddered, but even Adam could tell that his vibrating wasn’t one of his usual pee-shivers. The poor guy was still full of fear. Adam kneaded his shoulders, “There you go, Alex… That’s better…”
But, Alex still didn’t FEEL better at all, he was having such a difficult time peeing that it mostly just burned on its way out and his bladder was still convulsing as much as it had been when he’d still been holding it all. “Hurts…”
“I’m so sorry, Alex… Try and relax yourself more, I know it’s not easy right now.”
It wasn’t easy at all! Alex just wanted to let go and have all his worries and stress drain away along with his pee, but his weak, dismal stream continued to slow until it shut back off entirely. “Ohhh!” he moaned. “Adam, I still—“
“I know…” Adam said. “I… Do you want to try sitting instead?”
Alex didn’t know if that would help, but he was going to lose his mind if he didn’t get more of this pee out of his body. He lowered the toilet seat, pulled his shorts down the rest of the way, turned and sat. He left his harness on, left the prosthetic right where it belonged. After today, he REALLY didn’t want to take it off, to lose the security it made him feel.
Now, sitting on the toilet with nothing preventing him from releasing his waterfall, Alex bounced his knees and tapped his feet as his bladder continued its angry thrashing.
Adam rubbed his thigh gently, “Try not to squirm, I think it will be harder if you squirm.”
“Adam, please make it stop?” Alex begged.
Adam wished he COULD, but he had zero idea of how he could do that! Alex’s body had to be the one to give Alex what he needed… “I—I— Adam fumbled, seeing Alex in so much pain was making HIM feel like he was being tortured, too! He jerked his hand to the side and flicked the sink’s faucet on full blast. “Listen… Listen to that, okay?”
Alex did, it sent his bladder into a wild frenzy, made it throb and pulse and jolt all around inside his body. He felt sick. He felt dizzy. The fear was still like ice within his veins. “P…Papa can’t find us, can he? He can’t find where we live?”
“He can’t,” Adam said. “And, if he does, if he tries to come inside, I’ll call the police. They won’t let him come in. They’ll make him leave.”
“H—He can’t take me back?” Alex asked, eyes big and watery, like the pee within him was trying to force its way out through any exit it could find. “Promise?”
“I promise,” Adam assured. “You are an adult now, Alex. He can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
Alex’s breathing seemed to steady for a moment. But, only for a moment. “What about the… The little—“
“When your parents divorced, the judge gave your Mom custody of the little ones,” Adam reminded. “The people in charge of all that know which place is safest, they wouldn’t send them to your Dad. They’re safe. You’re safe.”
Alex reached out a hand and squeezed it around one of Adam’s. “I don’t… I don’t wanna see him again…”
“I know…” Adam nodded, wincing at how tightly Alex was gripping him. He wasn’t sure if it was fear or desperation causing that, but he wished both of those things would flood out of Alex’s body soon. “I’m so sorry you had to see him today. I really didn’t expect that.”
“He… He came out of nowhere, I was just… I just wanted to go pee. I still just wanna go pee…” Alex’s knee began to bounce again. “It hurts so bad, Adam…”
“Shhh…” Adam soothed. “Poor thing… I should have come with you. I should have—“
“I told you to stay.”
“I know…” Adam sighed. “… Alex? You remember… Um… You remember the first time we went grocery shopping together? Remember how bad you had to go that day?”
Alex nodded. He could never forget that! It was right after he and Adam had moved in together. At that point in Alex’s life, he was so fearful of the world. He’d used a public bathroom as a guy only once— The very first time he’d used his STP, actually. He’d been at the hospital where Mom was delivering Mary, and Adam had given him a bag of clothes and things to try on, including a binder and an STP. Alex looked as much like a guy as he could have back then.
But, he stayed in the hospital overnight with his Mom, and partway through the morning it had hit him how badly he needed to pee. He got nervous then, unsure which restroom he could use. But, he found one for ‘special needs’ that wasn’t gendered. He knew that probably meant ‘people in wheelchairs’ or something like that, but he hoped ‘Scared of public bathrooms’ counted as well.
He’d gone in, peed standing up for the very first time, and felt so wonderful and good, so right, so at home in his body… He’d felt relief wash over him, but not just from his bladder. He’d felt it in his brain too, he’d felt… Okay in his skin, something he hadn’t realized until then that he’d NEVER actually felt before. He looked at himself in the mirror after he was finished, and he didn’t think he had ever been so happy. He’d spent his entire life feeling bad and wrong without knowing why, but then he finally felt whole.
But, after that, he stayed away from public restrooms. Once he’d escaped from his Dad, he’d attended a high school in the city for a little while, but no matter how desperate he got to pee, he always held it until he was back home where it felt safe. He HAD to do that— Some of his new classmates had said that they’d beat him up if they saw him go into the bathrooms there, and he believed them.
He didn’t last long at the high school. He was so far behind, and being bullied by people who didn’t like that he was trans, thought he was stupid since he knew so little of the world, or both certainly didn’t help. And, it was hard to concentrate and catch back up to speed with people lightyears ahead of him academically when he was ALWAYS dying to pee.
He’d actually had a couple small accidents in those days, where he’d make it all the way home after school but soak his boxers as he unzipped. He never spilled enough to make a puddle on the floor, but more than once he lost so much that he needed to change his pants.
After just a few months, he couldn’t do it anymore. He wasn’t getting anywhere, and he wasn’t happy. He had to stop.
Adam had begun tutoring him then instead, trying to teach him all of the basics he should have been told early on. Alex got better at Math and learned as much as he could about history. Then, Adam finally took him to a new place, where he’d filled out some long tests, and soon enough he’d gotten his GED. It wasn’t quite the same as actually graduating from a high school, but it MEANT the same thing, and Alex was so proud of himself for managing it.
But, the whole long day he’d been taking those tests, he hadn’t peed. When he got home, he’d flooded the toilet for well over a minute. He was almost as proud of himself for making it to the restroom in time as he was for getting the GED!
Now that Alex had completed his education, he and Adam began to live together right away, and shortly after that was Alex’s first trip to the grocery store with him; During which he got so desperate to pee that it had sent him into fits of agony.
“You remember that day?” Adam asked again.
“Y—Yeah…” Alex said. “I… I remember… I really needed to go…”
“You sure did…” Adam agreed. “Took me so long to figure out what was wrong. Silly thing wouldn’t speak up.”
“I didn’t think it would do any good…” Alex said. “I thought… I thought you’d tell me to just go. I didn’t think about how you’d understand.”
Alex had told Adam eventually, when he stumbled over his own feet and a jet of pee soaked the area between his legs, he blurted it out; “Adam, I need the bathroom REALLY bad!”
Adam had blushed at Alex’s volume, and then grown tense. Now that Alex had told him the problem, it was obvious to him that he couldn’t make it home…
But, at that time Adam hadn’t set FOOT in a public bathroom since the day he’d gotten beaten up. He didn’t know if he could do it, he didn’t—
He looked at Alex’s face again, and knew that he HAD to.
“Of course I understood,” Adam said now. “I felt the same way… But, as soon as you told me you had to go, I had to ignore that I was scared and get you what you needed.”
Adam had escorted Alex swiftly to the restroom that day. Alex had eyed the urinals for a moment, but then ducked into a stall and locked it. “Don’t leave!” he called out immediately.
“I’m right here,” Adam had called back. “No one else is in here.”
“And…” Alex said now. “When you promised you’d stay, I felt so safe… Like nothing bad could happen, because you were there… And… And I just…” Something finally gave out inside Alex’s body, and a rush of pee began to spray into the bowl beneath his seat. “Ahhhh…..” he groaned, immediately losing his train of thought as the relief overtook all other stimuli.
“You just peed…” Adam finished for him. “Like you are now… Isn’t that better?”
Alex nodded, his body jerking and spasming with convulsions that Adam knew WERE his usual pee-shivers this time. Alex decided it was a good thing he’d sat down, his legs were numb and tingly and he was struggling to even stay SITTING upright. Standing would have been a disaster. He peed so hard and so fast that the noise echoed within the bowl.
There was only one problem with Alex sitting to go; When the sound of his release began to taunt Adam’s bladder, he had no choice but to hold it! Alex couldn’t step to the side and let him join in like normal! Adam bounced on his toes as he waited for Alex to empty.
Alex’s stream finally slowed down to a trickle, then a gentle dribbling, and then it was over. He stood and shakily pulled his shorts back up. “Th—Thank you, Adam…” he said. “I’m sorry I got so—“
“Anyone would have been upset, Alex. Someone who hurt you just… Appeared out of nowhere to hurt you again, of course you were scared. I was scared!” Adam gave Alex a kiss on the cheek. “But, you’re safe now. No reason to be scared anymore. All better, right?”
“Yeah… I feel better now that I don’t have to go anymore.”
“That’s good… I still need to, though.”
“Oh. Oh, right,” Alex said. He wavered at the doorway, he still didn’t want to be too far from Adam.
“You can stay here if you wanna,” Adam shrugged as he unzipped. “I don’t mind.” |
Written for the Omovember prompt "Interrupted While Going."
***
Adam had expected Alex to be a bit more scared of flying than he actually was. He knew Alex had never been on a plane before, and Adam remembered how nerve-wracking his own first flight had been. He just hadn’t understood how several tons of metal could stay up in the air like that, it didn’t make any sense to him at all. Adam was less scared of flying now, though he still really disliked it. Air travel took a pretty heavy toll on the environment, after all.
But, sometimes flying was necessary. Adam wanted to take Alex to see the Grand Canyon, and that was much too far away for them to drive. So, the time had come for Alex’s first trip on a plane. Adam was impressed by how calm he was about it, how it didn’t seem to frighten him at all. Alex was more excited than anything. His mood changed as they got through security though.
Alex was randomly selected to undergo a pat-down procedure. Adam cringed when Alex was pulled aside for this and felt his blood boil as he watched it happen. Adam knew the TSA agent was just doing his job, but when he saw how many times the guy pressed his hands around Alex’s crotch, saw how Alex’s face started to turn pink and his body began to tremble, it was a challenge not to start shouting at the guy to back off. ‘He’s not doing it on purpose,’ Adam told himself. ‘He’s not trying to make Alex feel bad.’
Once they got through the checkpoint, Adam asked Alex if he was okay. “That was awful,” Alex said. “Why’d they only do that to me and not anyone else?”
“I don’t know how they choose which people they do that to,” Adam said. “Sometimes it’s if they see something on that x-ray thing you walk through. I’m sorry you had to go through that. It’s not comfortable.”
“He kept touching around my… thing,” Alex said. “I think he could tell that it was… That I wasn’t normal.”
“You are normal,” Adam said. “Don’t convince yourself that you aren’t. You’ll never have to see that guy again.”
“Okay,” Alex said, but his chipper mood from earlier in the morning didn’t come back.
They sat down to wait for their flight. They’d arrived a little too early and were likely to be stuck sitting there for a while. After about half an hour, Alex stood up. “Adam, I need the restroom,” he said. “Please come with me?”
Adam knew that Alex absolutely needed to be accompanied to the toilet here. The airport was very crowded, and the restrooms were sure to be as well. The place was enormous, and it was very easy to get turned around and lose track of oneself. Alex’s confidence was no-doubt shot after the issue with security. Alex would be too nervous to go by himself to the restroom, and the likelihood of him getting lost in this gigantic building was high.
Adam noticed he was feeling a bit of pressure in his own bladder and would really like to relieve himself before their flight as well. And, in any other circumstance, he’d have no problem going off with Alex for a pee. But, that was not going to be easy here. They both had large suitcases, which were not allowed inside the restrooms, and which if left alone could be stolen or rifled through. They couldn’t go to the restroom together, if they did no one would be able to watch the luggage. Adam explained this to Alex, whom got a worried look on his face.
“I don’t think I can hold it all the way to Arizona,” Alex said.
“You won’t have to wait that long,” Adam promised. “There will be a toilet on the plane.”
“Oh,” Alex said. He looked relieved for a second, but then started bouncing his knees. “Um… How long until we can get on it?”
Adam checked his watch. “Not too long. Only about twenty minutes,” he said. “But, we can’t use the toilet as soon as we get on the flight.”
Alex’s worry obviously grew and his jiggling picked up speed.
“You’ll have to wait until after take-off. Once the seatbelt lights go off, you can get up and pee. It won’t be that long.”
Alex hoped Adam was right. Adam WAS usually right about things, though.
Soon enough, they were able to board their flight. Once they’d taken their seats, Alex was bouncing the tiniest bit. He wished he could have peed in the airport, but he understood why Adam had told him to wait. ‘You’ll get to go soon,’ he reminded himself, knees jiggling.
Adam noticed how antsy Alex was getting and felt a pang in his chest. Hopefully, Alex was just starting to feel nervous about flying. Adam felt terrible that he was making Alex hold it in longer than was comfortable for him. He patted a hand over Alex’s knee. “It will be okay,” he promised, still unsure if Alex’s squirming was from desperation or nerves.
Alex nodded, looking out the window. He was starting to get a little nervous about take-off, but not for the reason most people would. Alex’s bladder had become hard and swollen, and just turning too quickly in his seat was making the fluid inside of it slosh uncomfortably against his sphincters. He knew from past experience that being in a car or bus when he really, really had to pee was very unpleasant because each time the vehicle was jostled, the liquid Alex was containing would follow suit.
What did it feel like when a plane took off? Was that bumpy?
A few minutes later he learned that it was, indeed, VERY bumpy. He squeezed himself against his seat, hips shimmying and legs shaking. “Oooh—!” he whined out-loud. It felt like someone was repeatedly punching his bladder with all their strength!
Adam touched his knee softly again. “It’s okay,” he repeated, still hoping Alex was just scared of flying and NOT undergoing serious urinary distress. “It’s supposed to do that.”
Alex sucked in sharp breaths, his urine swirling and swishing angrily inside his body. “I have to go,” he whispered.
Adam’s heart sank. That WAS what was bugging Alex so much. He really HAD caused him to suffer. “I know, sweet thing,” he said. “I’m sorry. Just a couple more minutes, I promise.”
Alex hoped he could MANAGE a couple more minutes. The seatbelt he was still required to have fastened was cutting into the firm boulder in his center, trying very hard to tease out a leak. “O—Okay,” he said.
Adam kept rubbing Alex’s knee, realizing that his own knees were beginning to bounce. He’d been so worried about Alex this whole time he’d failed to notice how much his OWN need had grown. What had felt like a fluttery, annoying hum back at the airport was now a much more insistent, throbbing pinch. Once they could get up, he’d let Alex go first of course, but he definitely hoped Alex didn’t take too long in there.
As soon as the seatbelt light went off, Adam stood up and gestured for Alex to do the same. Alex followed him very gratefully, his bladder going a little bit looser already. “You can go first,” Adam said, trying not to squirm. “I only have to pee a little bit.”
Alex nodded and entered the restroom. It was a tighter squeeze than he’d thought it would be, and he didn’t usually like tight, constraining spaces. But, right now he needed to relieve himself so badly that he didn’t care. He unzipped and took aim.
Alex could kind of feel the plane moving beneath his feet, and to his dismay he felt his body retaining a lot of its tension. Enough tension, in fact, that his bladder was refusing to release its liquid. Alex was a little freaked out.
Alex was able to figure out that his tension was to do with the cramped space and the sensation of movement beneath his shoes. He couldn’t do anything about how tiny the room was, but he could at least stop feeling like he was going to fall over by changing his position a little.
Alex really, really hated sitting down to pee. It had always felt strange to him even before he knew he was trans. It made him uncomfortable to have to pay more attention to… that part of his body. Not to mention, and even he thought it was weird he felt this way, but the sound it made when he peed sitting down was intolerable to him. But, he had less reason to worry about falling over if he was seated, so he decided to try that. He wouldn’t pull down his harness though, he’d leave his STP right where it was and still urinate through it. Taking it off would feel wrong. It was a part of his body.
He sat down and waited for his flow to begin. It didn't though. He still felt that tension inside himself. He tried to push and force the stream to come, mindful of how Adam was anxiously waiting on him to finish up so he could go, but remembering that only seemed to make it even harder to relax! Then, the plane began to bounce violently again like it had during take-off. "Nnnh!" Alex cried out in shock, putting his hands against the walls, and—
Pssshhhhh!
—Losing control of his bladder.
Well. So long as something worked, he supposed he ought to be grateful for all the sudden bounciness. He allowed his eyes to drift shut, a smile spreading across his face as all the strain began to pour out of his body. Before he could release the relieved breath from his lungs though, there was a knock on the door. "Sir?" an unfamiliar voice said. "I apologize, but we've hit turbulence and you must return to your seat immediately."
'Immediately', Alex repeated to himself. Like, immediately immediately? But... He wasn't done yet! He'd only just started, there was still so much in him... He felt anxiety growing as he started to fear that he was breaking an important rule. Immediately meant immediately, didn't it? He cringed and whimpered as he forced himself to stop peeing when he still needed to so badly... When he stood and pulled up his shorts, a stubborn, final spurt seeped out into the material. Even though he'd been able to let it flow for about twenty seconds there, even though he'd gotten some of the burden out of his body, he now felt like he needed to go even worse than he had before he'd let out a drop.
Whimpering miserably as he cleaned off his hands, listening to the tortuous sound of the sink's running faucet, he finally left the restroom, feeling closer to an accident than ever before.
Alex returned to his seat. Adam was there and obviously not doing so well. He was fanning his knees in and out, allowing them to bounce. Adam had begun to feel a lot more desperate the whole time he'd been waiting outside the bathroom door, and when he had been told to go sit back down by the flight attendant, it was like a kick to his bladder. He was very scared now that he might not make it after all unless the turbulence ended very soon. at least Alex got to go, he thought. He didn't have to worry about that anymore.
Alex kept on leaking each time the plane jerked. He felt tears brimming in his eyes just from the pain alone. And then, the tears were going down his cheeks instead. 'It hurts,' he thought. 'It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!' He knew what relief had felt like from those few, sweet seconds in the restroom and he wanted that feeling back NOW. He'd never had to cut off a pee midstream like that before, especially not one he'd needed so intensely. His muscles were burning and felt like worn out rubber bands that had lost all their tension. "Hnnnnn" he muttered. "Can't hold it..."
Adam stopped shimmying and twisting for the briefest of seconds when he heard that. His brows knit in confusion. Bouncing up and down in his chair as he turned to face Alex, he asked "Can't... Alex, didn't you JUST go?"
Alex shook his head miserably. "Only... Only a little bit, I couldn't finish because they knocked on the door and said I had to go sit back down immediately."
Adam felt his heart clench and drop, until it felt like the weight of it was pressing atop his bladder. Alex had forced himself to cut off his flow right in the middle of a VERY urgent piss. Adam had ended up being interrupted midstream a couple times by something startling him and making him stop for a few seconds. But, it was only ever for a few seconds, he hadn't ever been stopped and then forced to carry on holding it for an undetermined length of time. "Alex... You could have finished, I'm sure they didn't mean you had to do that," he said.
Alex leaned back against his chair and stared at the ceiling, moaning as his hands dug between his legs, "I'm an idiot!"
"Hey, no," Adam said. "You're not. You got confused, and that's okay. It doesn't mean you're dumb. They shouldn't have said 'immediately', they should have said 'as soon as you're finished'." Adam felt like he was being over-dramatic now, twisting his hips back and forth needfully when he knew that Alex must have been a whole lot worse off...
Alex tightened his ankles around each other. “H—How much longer until I can go again?”
Adam frowned, chewing his lip. “I don’t know…” he admitted. “We have to wait for the plane to stop bouncing. Hopefully soon.”
Alex hoped so too. His bladder was still struggling to stitch itself back together again after the torment of being closed back up midstream. He didn’t understand it. Why did it feel like he had to go WORSE now? He’d peed a little, his bladder was emptier! He should have felt at least a tiny bit better!
The bouncing and shaking of the plane wasn’t helping him at all. Each bump drew forth a little whimper, his eyes growing watery. But, when the tears fell, his cheeks weren’t the only things getting wet. A dribble of pee was snaking its way out of his body, dampening his boxers and no matter how much he twisted around, he couldn’t make it stop, he could only slow it down. Fear clamped a fist around his body, squeezing hard into his bladder and threatening to turn the drips into an actual stream. “Adam—!” he whispered urgently. “I’m— I— I’m going a little…”
Adam squeezed Alex’s shoulder, trying to comfort him. “It’s— It’s okay. I’m sure it won’t be that much longer…”
Alex managed to stop his dripping for a moment, but before he could relax and convince himself his bladder was calming down, a spurt hissed out. And another. And another. “I— I can’t stop…” he told Adam. “I can’t— I need the restroom so bad, it won’t stay in!” his voice was getting quieter and quieter with every word, and he felt certain everyone else on the plane could hear him anyway.
Adam anxiously worried at his lip. Poor Alex was in such obvious agony, and Adam actually managed to HEAR it when one of his leaks jetted out. Alex’s hands were still wedged between the crease of his wriggling thighs, but they clearly weren’t enough to plug him closed anymore.
“I can— I can help you hold it,” Adam said. “Do you want me to?”
“Y—Yes, please,” Alex begged. He couldn’t hold it anymore, his bladder was too full, it couldn’t fit everything!
Adam pressed one of his hands between Alex’s legs, reinforcing the hold his boyfriend already had against his crotch. Adam squeezed as tight as he could.
Immediately, the relief of a THIRD hand jammed against his crotch was magnificent for Alex. Three hands were better than two. So much better. He moved silently closer to Adam, shifting and widening the angle of his thighs so Adam could get an even better grip. He leaned his head on Adam’s shoulder, taking shallow breaths.
“Helping?” Adam asked.
“Yes…” Alex mumbled out his gratitude. “Don’t let go.”
Adam didn’t let go, and as the turbulence continued, he ended up needing to press his other hand against his own groin, bucking himself against it. He kept his eyes fixed on the seatbelt light above them both, begging it to switch back off. He felt every shift in Alex’s hips, every time his thigh muscles tensed or spasmed. He knew the precise moments Alex’s bladder was upsetting him the most.
Finally, the light went off. The plane was flying smoothly again.
"Sweet thing," Adam said softly. "You can get up now, you can go." He was a little concerned about how Alex was going to walk to the toilet now, and imagined himself carrying him there, all the while hoping his own bladder didn't break apart at the added tension. But, when Alex shot to his feet at lightning speed, Adam thought that if he hurried, if he really, really hurried, he'd be okay. 'I NEED him to hurry...' Adam thought to himself. All through the torturous turbulence, his bladder had been knocked around as badly as Alex's had been, and he knew he had very little time left before he broke apart and lost it.
Alex moved as fast as he could to the restroom. There was no doubt in his mind he had to go worse than Adam did. He had to go worse than anyone on the planet had ever had to go at any point in history, for sure! His bladder was shrieking and screaming in intense agony that he couldn't stand to bear another second! He practically threw himself into the restroom and nosily turned the lock into place with one hand while the other yanked his zipper down and fished out his prosthetic. He spun around, torturing himself a few moments longer as he ensured the cup of his STP was right where it needed to be-- Imagine going through all that suffering only to get a lot of pee in his clothes anyway because he hadn't positioned everything right!-- Once he was positive everything was okay, he didn't even need to tell himself to pee. It just happened. He was gushing an entire waterfall, the feeling of the plane in motion didn't stop him at all like it had done before. He was going, ohhhh, he'd needed this!
Just like before, his eyes drooped closed and he began to smile softly. "Mmmmmm..." he hummed out, tension flooding from his body and leaving nothing but wonderful, glorious emptiness behind. His stream pounding into the waterless toilet was extremely loud and if he'd been in a better frame of mind, that might have embarrassed him, but all he could even comprehend was how good this felt. He'd waited so long, almost too long, and now he just felt so, so much better.
This time, Alex was able to gush away until he was finally good and empty. He zipped up and opened the door, finding Adam standing beside it and squirming from head to toe. “I’m sorry…” he said. “I hope I didn’t take too long.”
“I—It’s fine,” Adam promised him, rushing into the restroom.
Alex didn’t go back to his seat yet, instead waited outside the door for Adam. He was able to hear some frantic rustling, followed by a strong hiss and relaxed moan. ‘Did I sound like that?’ Alex wondered, blushing.
Adam came back out a moment later and took Alex’s hand, leading him back to their row. “Ahhh, that’s better,” he said.
“I’m really sorry I made you wait,” Alex reiterated.
“Don’t worry about it, silly…” Adam said, stroking Alex’s hand gently. “I made it okay, you didn’t take too long.” |
Written for the Omovember prompt "While Tied Up"
***
When Adam returned from the kitchen with a bag of chips, he immediately broke out laughing. “What in the world?”
He and Alex were baby-sitting Alex’s younger siblings today, and for some reason Charity and Prudence now had Alex laying on his stomach in the middle of the living room, with his hands tied behind his back.
Alex glanced up at his boyfriend. “They’re playing… Um…” he hesitated.
“We are playing ID Channel,” Charity informed brightly.
“Erm…” Adam kept staring. “The… Uh, the TV station with all the serial killer documentaries on it?”
Alex sighed. “They saw part of a show Grandma was watching,” he explained. “I don’t think they really understood it. I hope not, anyway.”
Prudence tied one more knot around Alex’s wrists. “There!” she said. “Done!”
Adam looked more closely now. “Where did you get shoelaces from?”
“Shoes,” Charity said.
Adam sighed. “Okay. But, WHAT shoes?”
“Mama’s.”
“Alright, don’t do that,” Adam scolded. “Use your own shoelaces.”
“Ours have velcro,” Prudence said. “We don’t know how to tie them yet.”
Adam looked from her to the knots now encasing Alex’s wrists. Those knots certainly weren’t how shoes were supposed to be laced, but they looked pretty sturdy, at least. Maybe TOO sturdy. “Alex? Can you move your fingers alright like that?”
Alex flexed them. “Yeah,” he said. “Don’t worry Adam, I said they could do this. It’s just a game.”
Adam wasn’t so sure how much he liked the idea of someone playing pretend serial killer with Alex, but if Alex was right and they really just hadn’t understood the context of whatever they’d seen in the documentary, he supposed it wasn’t TOO freaky. And Alex didn’t mind it, so that meant everything was fine, right?
“So, what do you do now that he’s all tied up?” Adam asked hesitantly.
Charity shrugged. “I dunno.”
“We didn’t see that part,” Prudence added. “Grandma spotted us and said to go back to bed.”
Adam nodded. That was probably for the best… Instead of having nightmares, they just ended up with an idea for a really weird game.
“We can tie Adam up too,” Charity suggested.
“No, I don’t think so,” Adam said.
“Awww…”
“Well, what if you can’t get the knots back out?” Adam explained. “Somebody has to untie Alex eventually, right?”
Charity nodded.
“But, you know what you could do?” Adam asked with a mischievous grin. “Alex IS super ticklish…”
“Wait—“ Alex began, but he stopped and his breath hitched when he felt fingers drumming against his side delicately. His body tensed and his teeth clenched as he tried to lock away the laughter bubbling up from within. “H—Hold on!”
Without stopping the movements of his fingers, Adam turned to Charity and Prudence. “See?”
The girls immediately joined in, assailing Alex’s other side. He jerked around, inadvertently just leaving more of his body susceptible to the touches.
Adam’s fingers crawled all over Alex, seeking out all his more sensitive spots, the ones that would result in more than just a tense jaw or a sharp inhale of breath. When his fingertips grazed beneath Alex’s armpit, Alex squealed loudly, causing the other three to laugh.
“Oh, wait,” Adam said, sticking his tongue out playfully. “Lemme show you the best spot!” he shifted across the carpet, down towards Alex’s shoes.
“Adam— Haha—!” Alex’s back arched as Prudence’s fingers wormed along his ribs. “No, don’t!”
Adam pulled off Alex’s shoes and socks, and right away his hands were scuttling all over the soles of his bare feet. Alex made another yelp, kicked his legs around wildly. But, Adam clamped a hand around one of his ankles, preventing him from moving any further. He focused now on skating his nails all around the sensitive sole of Alex’s foot, laughing up a storm as Alex squirmed and flailed.
Prudence and Charity giggled as they watched their brother struggle, watched as Adam’s fingers smoothed and glided over Alex’s foot, not leaving any part of the skin there untouched as they burrowed away. Alex kept laughing, kicking his one free leg.
“See?” Adam said to the girls. “If you really wanna bug him, go for the feet!” he said, moving up to Alex’s ankle and kneading the skin there like dough, drawing forth heavier and heavier bouts of laughter.
Alex was near tears as more and more giggles uncontrollably flew from his mouth, but as his sides kept heaving, he became suddenly VERY aware that something else was taking place inside his body— A rather uncomfortable reminder of all the water he’d had throughout the day. He knew right away that, if he didn’t get a handle on this situation, it wasn’t going to end well for him.
It was just so hard to get any words out with Adam mercilessly tickling his foot, and he couldn’t try to SHOVE Adam’s hands away when his OWN were still tied up.
“Adam— Hahaha!— St—Stop!! Heheh— I— have to— have to— Hahahaha—!!”
Alex’s efforts to speak were utterly futile, and as he felt his holding muscles start to tremble and surge with every bubble of laughter, he heard panicked blood begin to rush inside his ears. It didn’t help that he couldn’t control the movement of his lower body, he could feel his urine sloshing to and fro every time he jerked around.
“Adam—!” Alex cried out. “Adam— Hahaha— Enough! Th—That’s—“
Adam finally let go of Alex’s foot, still chuckling to himself. “Alright, alright…” he sighed.
Alex sighed too, relief flooding his body. His bladder suddenly felt MUCH easier to contain. “Adam, I have to—“ He looked up, seeing Prudence and Charity were no longer with them. “Um… Where did they go?”
“I guess they went to play something else,” Adam said. “I’ll go check on them and make sure they’re not causing trouble.”
“Okay, thank you,” Alex said, watching his boyfriend walk off. He laid there a moment longer, before the nagging demands from his bladder became more than he could tolerate. Wow, he had to GO. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed how full he was until Adam had started tickling him.
It wasn’t easy climbing back onto his feet without the use of his hands, but Alex managed it. As he’d expected, standing up after laying on the floor for so long prompted a few reactions inside his body. His legs were full of pins and needles after being kept in a stationary position for such an immense length of time, and he felt stinging and burning radiating all throughout them the instant he had managed to hoist himself up.
The flaring in his limbs absolutely couldn’t compare to the sheer, white-hot agony that thrashed its way through his bladder. The urine he was retaining surged with a new sense of fury now that it was being moved around so much more. It was like trying to carry a large, heavy bucket of water that had nearly been filled to the brim. It felt as though one wrong move could cause the contents to spill out over the top. “Ooof….” Alex flinched as he found himself on his feet. His knees rubbed together with urgency.
What he REALLY wanted to do was reach over and give himself a nice, long squeeze. He knew THAT would definitely help him feel a lot better. His hands were stuck though, no way to grab himself until they were untied.
Really, that was fine though. He was really close to a toilet, he knew that he’d be peeing soon enough. There was no need for him to panic.
He made it to the restroom a minute later. It wasn’t so easy getting the door shut behind himself with his hands trapped where they were, but he was able to pull it mostly closed with his foot. He stood in front of the toilet. He reached to lift the lid and seat and—
Oh. Right…
He turned AROUND and positioned himself so that his hands grazed against the lid. He grasped hold of it and fought to force it up. He couldn’t get much of a tight hold on the thing since his fingers had fallen asleep, and it kept shutting on its own each time he nearly got it opened all the way.
Finally, the bowl was available. Alex decided NOT to bother with lifting the seat, he’d just sit down this time. He didn’t care. This extra obstacle preventing him from urinating had seriously irritated the walls of his full bladder. It didn’t understand why he’d been in the restroom for SO long and still hadn’t emptied it!
He turned back around, needing to clench his thighs and stomp his feet a bit as he looked at the now-usable toilet. His urethra flared, his holding muscles burning as he told himself it would only be a few more seconds, and then he’d be able to relax.
He just had to unzip and pull down his—
Uh oh…
Alex jerked his hands about, trying to see if he could somehow wriggle one of them somewhere that was even CLOSE to his zipper, but he couldn’t. They stayed immobilized in the middle of his back. So, instead he decided to see if he could just grab the back of his waistband and pull his shorts down that way, but this too wasn’t possible. He couldn’t even get them to budge, his fingertips just fluttered against his waistband uselessly.
His bladder panicked before HE did, and it released the first hot, urgent dribble into his clothing. He winced, clenching hard and forcing the dribble to cease before it become a stream or a flood. His boxers were sodden now, the warmth taunting to all of the liquid that had not managed to escape from his bladder.
This was okay, he just… Needed to hold it a couple more minutes. Adam would untie him and then he’d be free to go. No big deal— If it weren’t for the fact that his need was approaching a CRITICAL level and he didn’t know how much longer he could wait…
He needn’t have worried though, because he soon heard a door across the hall open and Adam yelling out “They’re just coloring with Mary, they’re alright, Alex… Alex?”
“I’m in here!” Alex called back. “I have to— I really need to pee!”
Adam snorted. “Well, at least you’re in the right place for… Ohhhh, you need help, don’t you?” he realized. A moment later, he’d pushed open the door and had joined Alex in the restroom. He watched as Alex hopped urgently from one foot to the other, performing a pee-dance right in front of a perfectly functional toilet. “Awww… Poor thing,” he said. “Lemme get your hands for you…”
“Hurry!” Alex begged. “Hurry, please, please hurry!” His bladder was thoroughly enraged now, all that tickling and laughing had irritated it, and now being made to just stand there and LOOK at a toilet for so long was making it twist and tie itself in painful knots— Not unlike the ones wrapped around Alex’s wrist.
“I’m hurrying,” Adam promised. “This is because I tickled you so much, isn’t it?”
Alex let out a relieved breath as he felt Adam working at the shoelace entrapping his hands. “Y—Yeah,” he admitted, his bladder quivering inside of him at the memory. “But, I drank a lot too.”
“I’m sorry,” Adam said. His brows knit. “Er…”
Alex sucked in his stomach tight, that wasn’t a very pleasant sound to hear right now!
Adam squeezed Alex’s shoulder, sensing his panic. “It’s alright,” he said. “Just… Having a little trouble figuring out this knot.”
Alex’s bladder thrashed and he stomped his feet harshly against the tiled floor. He screwed his eyes shut tight, no longer wanting the taunting sight of the toilet right in front of him. “Nnnh…” he whimpered. He wished that he could at least be granted the ability to hold himself! But, if he could grab his crotch, that would mean at least ONE of his hands was usable, and if that were the case he’d actually be able to pee!
Adam kept fiddling with the shoelace, but it was like Prudence had quadruple knotted it or something, he couldn’t get it to loosen up even a little! And the longer Adam fought with THIS knot, the more knots seemed to appear in his boyfriend’s spine. “I’ll get it fixed, I promise!” Adam assured again. “I’ll— Hey, how about we cut it off with scissors, alright? That’ll get you out REAL fast!”
Alex was shaking his head already, legs twisting up even more than the shoelace. His thighs strained and rubbed together. “N—No, Mom might be upset if we cut it.”
Adam wanted to argue that she’d probably be alright with having a shoelace sliced in half if it meant her son hadn’t burst his bladder all over the floor, but decided against it. It was very hard to persuade Alex to break rules. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll just— I’ll fix it.” He kept working for several minutes, Alex gasping, rocking, jiggling and taking in sharp gasps the whole time.
At last, Adam managed to loosen the knot slightly, still not enough to slip Alex’s hands out, but it was progress! Before he could tell Alex the good news however, Alex shuddered hard and exclaimed “I— I can’t wait!“
“H—Hold it, Alex!” Adam encouraged. “Just a few more minutes, I’ve got it looser n—“
“I’m… No, I’m leaking!” Alex admitted softly. Another spurt had seeped into his boxers a moment ago. And then another. And another. He was having an accident, just much more slowly than he NEEDED to be. His whole body was tense as he fought to restrain the little gushes that yearned so badly to turn into a stream.
Adam froze, and realized they’d been going about this all wrong. Alex didn’t need HIS hands specifically, he just needed HANDS. Whom they belonged to was irrelevant. “Here, lemme help you…” Adam reached for Alex’s zipper and began to lower it down for him.
Alex’s eyes cracked back open when he heard and felt his zipper being moved. He felt silly too, now that he realized they’d overlooked such a simple solution.
He watched Adam lift the seat on the toilet, watched Adam free the head of his prosthetic and aim it for him, felt Adam pushing the cup firmly against him. “Everything feel like it’s in the right spot now, sweet thing?”
Alex started to nod, but the spray of urine that hissed into the bowl was answer enough. Alex’s body twitched with shivers as his muscles finally went loose and limp. “Ohhh, thank you…” he murmured gratefully. “Thank you, thank you…”
Adam looked at him and grinned, “Heh, you’re welcome,” he chuckled. “Shoulda done this from the start, sorr—“ he heard liquid pattering the rim of the bowl.
“Hey! W—Watch where you’re making me go!” Alex laughed.
Adam tilted his head back around, adjusting his grip on Alex’s cock so his stream landed where it belonged once more. “S—Sorry!” he said. “It just feels weird aiming for somebody else!”
“Heheh, it’s okay,” Alex said. “Thank you…” He pushed down, forcing out the last of his urine.
Adam watched it trickle into the bowl. “Done?” he asked. “That all of it?”
Alex nodded, “Yeah.”
Adam shook Alex’s cock a few times, getting out a final few spurts, then tucked it back into Alex’s shorts and zipped him up. He had the most peculiar urge to pat the top of Alex’s head now, to run a hand through his long hair. He settled for simply kissing him on the cheek instead.
Alex blushed. “Th—Thank you,” he said once more.
“You’re very welcome, it was MY fault you had to go so bad anyway,” Adam said. “All the tickling.” He stood behind Alex once more, and had a far easier time undoing the knot around his wrists now that Alex had stopped fidgeting. |
Written for the Omovember prompt "In The Rain"
***
Whenever a thunderstorm happened, Adam was even more protective of Alex than usual. He hated seeing the poor guy trembling, hated hearing him yelp every time a clap of thunder sounded. He hated the way he’d gasp and struggle to breathe when a bolt of lightning lit up the sky. When a storm began in the middle of the day, Adam would find Alex and hold him on the couch until it passed, never getting upset when Alex’s nails dug into his skin.
Alex was always a lot more scared if a storm came at night, though. It made sense, when he’d been made to stand in harsh weather, it had always been overnight; The wind, the rain and the darkness creating terrifying shapes for him. Whenever thunder sounded in the night, Alex would press himself against Adam so tightly it was like he was trying to fuze them together.
Adam had gotten something that seemed to help Alex sleep a little better when the weather was frightening him. He’d purchased a white noise machine, which could mostly block out the sounds that scared Alex so badly. Alex would still cling onto Adam for dear life all night, but he’d at least be able to SLEEP eventually rather than staying awake half the night in fear.
But, there came a night when the white noise machine couldn’t help Alex relax at all. That night, it wasn’t just rain, thunder and lightning. Instead, it was ICE, thunder and lightning. The sound of the little shards of ice plinking against the windows and on the roof made Alex jump a few times. Adam held his hand as they sat on the couch. “Just a little ice,” he said, kissing him.
“What if it breaks a window, or—“
“So far, it’s just tiny chunks,” Adam said. “There’s no hail or anything, I doubt it can break a window. When it hits the window, IT’S breaking, I think that’s the crackling noise we keep hearing. You’re inside, you’re with me. It’s light and warm and dry, and nothing bad is going to happen to you.”
Alex inched even closer to Adam. “I— I know I shouldn’t be scared.”
“It’s okay to be scared,” Adam promised.
“It’s a silly thing to be scared of…”
Adam shook his head. “No, I’d say you have a really good reason to be scared of storms,” he said. “You know what, though? I have a REALLY weird phobia— And I don’t even know where it CAME from! At least you know WHY you’re scared of thunder, right?”
“Wh—What’s your phobia?”
“It’s a little difficult to explain,” Adam said. “It’s like… I get REALLY freaked out and uncomfortable if I’m in a super wide area with nothing in it— Like a huge empty room or a big open field. You ever been in a grocery store that’s about to shut down? Most of the aisles are taken apart and there’s barely anything in there, so it’s just this enormous vacant space and it… It creeps me out. Actually makes me get all sweaty and itchy. And, like, I don’t even know what I think is gonna happen to me in a space like that, I have NO idea why it scares me. It just does. It’s like I’ve got the reverse of claustrophobia, I feel pretty safe in a tight enclosed space, but the opposite scares the heck outta me.”
“Hm…” Alex said. “You’d be a real bad astronaut then. Can’t think of a bigger void than outer space.”
“Yeah, I probably wouldn’t want to be out there,” Adam agreed. “So, yeah. I’m scared of something completely random even though I can’t think of why it’d ever hurt me. You’re scared of something that HAS hurt you before, so at least yours makes sense.”
“Aww, it’s okay if you’re scared of—“
THOOM!
“Ahhhh!” Alex tensed up and wrapped himself around Adam, trembling as a huge crack of thunder sounded from outside.
“Shhh…” Adam soothed him, rubbing his back. “It’s okay, it’s okay… I’m right here, sweet thing. It’s okay.”
Alex continued to shake, refusing to look back up or let go of his boyfriend. Adam didn’t mind at all, just continued to stroke his body and whisper encouragements to him.
“You’re safe,” Adam said once more. “Nothing bad’s gonna happen to you. It’s okay, it’s okay… It’s—“
THOOM!
Another crash from outside. Then another. And another. And flashes of lightning that lit up everything outside the window, and—
VWIP!
Suddenly, the room was pitch-black, and the ever-present buzzing of the refrigerator in the kitchen was gone.
Adam froze, waited a moment.
The lights didn’t come back on.
Alex was still burying his face against his chest, “D—Adam, what’s—“
Adam rubbed him more. The apartment was cooling off rapidly, if the lights weren’t working, then that of course meant the heat wouldn’t work either. And it was below freezing outside. Hopefully the power came back before it got TOO cold. “Electricity went out,” he said softly.
Alex shook more. “Will it come back?”
“Yeah… Probably in a few minutes,” Adam said. “There’s just… A ton of lightning, maybe a tree branch fell on something. I’m sure somebody will fix it.” He wasn’t sure how long that would take, it surely wasn’t safe for someone to be outside working in this storm.
“Do we have to fix it?”
“No, they need people with special training to work on that stuff,” Adam said. “I’ve got no idea how the electricity works. I just know that if I plug my computer in, the wall makes it wake up somehow.”
“Eheh…” Alex tried to smile. “It’s… It’s so dark, Adam…”
“I know,” Adam said. “But, this is just our home. You know everything that’s in here. Worst that’ll happen to you is you hit your toe because you can’t see where you’re going.”
“Mmf,” Alex murmured. “I… I don’t like the dark, not when it’s thundering…”
“Shhh…” Adam whispered. “It’s close to bedtime anyway…” He thought it was, at least. He couldn’t remember when he’d last checked the time, and none of their clocks were going to be working without power. “Won’t matter that it’s dark.” He shivered… Wow, this apartment didn’t retain heat well at all! It already felt like it had dropped ten degrees in here!
“You scared, too?”
“A little,” Adam admitted. He was quite worried about the food in the fridge, if it stayed off for TOO long some of it might spoil. “But, mostly I’m cold.”
“M—Me too,” Alex said, squeezing Adam tighter. “You’re warm…”
Adam kissed him softly. “Let’s go to bed, get under the blankets, nice and cozy.”
They had some trouble getting to the bedroom. The apartment was small and they knew their way around it well, but the tight corners made it more likely for one of them to bump into something. Adam smacked his foot into the wall and yelped. “Oooff—!”
“You okay?” Alex asked.
“F—Fine, just hurt my foot a bit. It’ll feel better in the morning.”
They made it finally, and Adam felt around for their nightstand, then pawed through one of the drawers until his hand finally landed on something cylindrical. He flicked the switch and a small beam of light shone out. “O—Okay, found the flashlight,” he said.
Alex relaxed now that it wasn’t totally dark, but the light was dim and flickering. “Do we have more batteries for it?” he asked.
“No,” Adam said apologetically. “We’ll have to be careful how much we use it. But, it’s here at least.” He shined it at the bed and watched Alex climb in, then joined him. He grabbed Alex’s hand and squeezed before turning the flashlight back off. “Try to sleep some, sweet thing,” he said.
Alex nodded against his back, starting to shudder once more.
“Cl—Close your eyes, you won’t notice it’s dark,” Adam told him.
“I— I am… It’s still scary, and cold…”
Adam turned and wrapped his arms around Alex, pulling him in even closer. “We need to get more blankets…” he said. “Hopefully, I can be warm enough for you tonight.”
Alex nuzzled him. “Mmm… You’re toasty…”
“Heh, good…” Adam kissed him. “Just relax, I bet the lights and heat will be back by morning.”
“Hope s—“
THOOOOOOM!
A violent clap of thunder got Alex gasping in fright and clutching Adam hard enough to leave little imprints in his skin. “Ahhh—!”
“Shhh…Shhh….Shhh…” Adam tried to impart some more calm into him, but Alex wouldn’t stop shaking.
“D—Does the noise machine take batteries, or—“
“It needs to hook into the wall,” Adam said. “I’m—“ he paused. Alex just needed something to block the sounds outside, it didn’t HAVE to be the white noise machine specifically. “I’m… Gonna get up for a second so I can get you something.”
“Mmmnnnhhh…” Alex winced as Adam left the bed, but felt a little better when his boyfriend turned the flashlight back on.
“Just hold on, I think something else will help.” He opened the nightstand drawer again and had a much easier time finding what he was looking for this time with the aid of the flashlight. He pulled out his old iPod and turned it on— Good, the battery was still charged.
He scrolled through it. “Okay, rock music isn’t a good thing to listen to if you’re trying to sleep,” he said. “How about… Right, I have a few audiobooks on here too. It can be like a bedtime story, I guess.” He looked through the list. Alex probably didn’t want to listen to a Dystopian story when he was already scared… True crime DEFINITELY wasn’t a good choice for him… He landed on a romance book he’d been obsessed with as a kid. Probably wasn’t as good as he remembered it— Honestly, the main thing he could even still recall about it was how he felt like he was really pulling one over on his parents by listening to a book that contained one extremely tame sex scene. “Alright, this one’s a love story,” he told Alex. “Let’s try listening to it instead of the storm.”
Alex nodded, he took the earbud Adam gave him and stuck it into his ear. Adam put the other one into his own ear and pressed play on the book. He’d listened to this story lots of times when he was younger, and as it began more of the details came back to him. He felt Alex starting to breathe easier beside him now that he had a distraction, and soon both of them had fallen asleep.
***
Adam’s eyes slowly cracked open. He still heard the audiobook playing in his ear, still felt Alex’s soft, warm body heating him up, still felt cozy. As his eyes opened further they went straight to the clock on the nightstand, Adam hoping so much that he’d see numbers flashing on it instead of blankness.
No such luck.
The power was still gone.
The apartment was a whole lot colder now. Alex’s body and the blankets were the only thing keeping Adam from trembling. The apartment was still eerily quiet. It was so strange how many little background noises Adam hadn’t even noticed until they were suddenly gone, like the hum of the refrigerator. The apartment was still pitch black, and while he had no way to know what time it actually was, he knew it was still the middle of the night. There wasn’t even any natural light pouring in through the window anymore. He couldn’t see a thing.
The last thing Adam wanted to do right then was get up. He didn’t want to leave the warmth of the blankets and his boyfriend, and he knew that his blindness would cause him to bump into something and maybe get hurt. But, a thrum from his bladder told him he NEEDED to get up very soon, otherwise he was going to warm the bed up in a new, and totally unpleasant, way. He’d been so focused on making Alex feel safer that he hadn’t peed before bed, and his bladder was going to make sure he paid the price for his negligence now.
Alex was squeezing him super tight though, he couldn’t shimmy out of his grasp without waking him up. He told himself not to worry too much about that, though. With how often he and Alex would simultaneously realize they were bursting for the toilet, he was sure Alex would be waking up to a full bladder of his own any second now.
Sure enough, a couple minutes later, he felt Alex starting to fidget roughly against him, and heard him sleepily mumble into his neck; “Adam, I need the bathroom now… Is the electricity back?”
“I gotta go too,” Adam said, beginning to writhe. He felt like his abdomen was stretching out. He was certain that, if he was ABLE to see anything, then if he looked down he’d see a painful, urgent bump right in his center. “And, sorry, it’s still not back.”
Alex groaned, opening his eyes more. He squeezed his legs together. “Adam, um… I can’t see anything… And I don’t think this can wait until the sun’s back out.”
“It REALLY can’t,” Adam agreed. Cringing, he shot a hand out from underneath the blankets, goosebumps instantly forming on his arm now that it was exposed to the cold air. He flinched, thinking about how he was going to have to do that to his whole body in a couple seconds. This was one of those times he wished his bladder had come with an off switch, it was so horribly inconvenient to have to empty it out right now. His hand fumbled and groped along the nightstand until he finally felt something hard and cylindrical. It was either one of his and Alex’s vibrating prosthetics, or the flashlight. When he felt the switch, he knew it was the flashlight and turned it on.
The batteries really WERE starting to run out, and the light it provided was very minimal and dim, but it was better than nothing. Adam knew they also needed to try to conserve it, since he didn’t have any more of the kind of battery the flashlight took. He shined it at Alex, whom squinted for a second and then looked relieved.
Adam slowly got out of bed, wanting to savor his last few seconds of relative warmth before he was flung into the icy cold, and dreading the effect that standing up was sure to have on his need for the toilet. As expected, once he was on his feet, the shift in gravity caused his bladder to cramp angrily, pressure pounding right at his opening. But, what he hadn’t expected was what the sudden shock of cold was going to do to him. He shivered violently, and his bladder just… contracted. It squeezed in on itself, like someone had wrapped their whole fist around it and had tried to juice it like an orange. A spurt squirted out of him and the hand not holding the flashlight went straight between his legs. “Hnng!” He’d never felt such an intense and sudden bout of physical discomfort hit him like that; a double whammy of feeling as though he was about to turn frozen solid and feeling like he was milliseconds away from peeing his pants.
Alex, whom had been moving slowly in order to better accommodate his bladder, picked up his pace when he saw the panic flit across Adam’s face. Adam, whom had been so calm through this stressful situation, was starting to freak out, and Alex wanted to comfort him. Once Alex was beside him, body shuddering and teeth chattering, knees knocking together as a flood of pee knocked so harshly against his dam, he said; “Oh, Adam, it’s okay! You said there’s nothing to be scared o—“
“I’m not scared,” Adam managed through a grunt. “I’m just super cold and I really, REALLY gotta pee, like right now.”
Now that he was close enough, Alex could see where Adam’s hand was in the shadows. Alex had thought HE was bursting, but it looked like Adam was even worse off than him. He was surprised Adam hadn’t ran to the toilet straight away and had instead chosen to wait for him.
Now though, Adam was in an obvious rush, he hurried from their room, then stopped, remembering he held the flashlight and Alex needed it to be able to see. He jumped in place as he waited for Alex to catch up, then forced himself to move alongside his partner at his slower pace.
Alex wasn’t TRYING to move so slow! He didn’t WANT to make Adam wait even longer for his sake, but it was SO hard for him to walk fast when he had to go like this! That was one of the worst parts about being desperate for Alex; He always wanted to RUN as fast as he could to the nearest toilet, but moving his legs so quickly and erratically would guarantee an accident. So, he would be forced to DRAG his poor bladder step by awkward, tiny, slow step, prolonging his agony even more.
They made it down the hall to the restroom and when Alex looked at Adam, his chest hurt. Alex felt like he was going to explode, but Adam looked like he was already starting to! He was doubled over, his knees rubbing together. “Sw—Sweet thing,” Adam said. “I— I’m so sorry, I know it’s really bad for you, but I just HAVE to go first.”
Alex was confused, about to remind Adam that they could just go TOGETHER like they did all the time. There was no reason either one of them needed to keep holding it right now.
“And— And I need you to hold the flashlight so that I can—“
Alex understood then. They needed light so that they could aim, and neither one of them was able to aim with one hand while the other was busy doing something else. So they couldn’t pee together this time. And while it was true aim wouldn’t be a problem if they sat down to go instead, there was no way both of them could fit on the seat. That would probably cause an even bigger mess than trying to aim blindly would.
Alex bit down on the whine building up in his throat, the one that wanted to cry “But, I really, really need to go!” Because, even in the dim light the flashlight granted them, he could see the way the crotch of Adam’s pants was darkening. He was losing control, and Alex hadn’t even sprung his first leak yet. Even though Alex wanted to pee SO bad, he knew Adam needed it even more than he did, and that Adam also needed HIM right now. “O—Okay…” Alex said, unable to stop himself from adding “Please go fast, though? Please? If you can?”
Adam nodded quickly, trying not to feel bad when he saw how rapidly Alex was bouncing. “I’ll hurry, I’ll hurry.”
“And—And don’t go directly into the water? So it’s quieter?” Alex requested, squeezing his thighs and rocking on his feet. “If it’s real loud, I think I’m gonna—“
“Oka—“ Adam was interrupted by a loud hiss of liquid splattering the inside of his boxers. Wordlessly, he thrust the flashlight into Alex’s hand and stumbled to the toilet, loudly slamming the lid and seat up. Ordinarily, he unbuttoned his pajama pants and pulled his prosthetic out through the hole, but the button was so fiddly he had no time for it. He just yanked his pants down and let them pool around his ankles. His legs instantly felt like they were made of ice shards, and he shivered harshly, his bladder reacting with that agonizing, squishing ache once more.
Pee burst from his tip and he could tell he’d missed from the sound, painfully, he clamped off his flow, “Alex! Light now!”
Alex rushed over and angled the flashlight so it was pointing at Adam’s dick and the toilet bowl in front of him, “G—“
A satisfyingly strong jet of pee erupted from Adam then, pounding right into the water. Before he could let out an ecstatic moan at the feeling, Alex loudly whimpered and jiggled so much that the flashlight’s beam went off in all directions. “Adam— Ah—!”
Adam quickly corrected himself so his pee was landing to the side of the water instead of directly into it. His stream wasn’t nearly as noisy then, but it was still hissing enough to make Alex nibble on his lip and shift his weight. “Mmm…” Adam sighed, giving in to his relief.
“Ohhh!” Alex moaned. He knew Adam was not trying to tease him, but having to hold it in while listening to him vocalize how wonderfully good he felt… Having to stand there and LOOK at his clear, hearty stream pouring away so that he was sure he was keeping the flashlight angled right… It made Alex feel like he was being punished.
Adam had been shivering constantly since leaving the bed, but as his pee picked up speed, he felt a different kind of shiver tear through him. One that was much more pleasant and made him feel weak at the knees. It felt so good his eyes rolled back in his head a little. Adam rarely got pee shivers like that, but when he did they felt intensely wonderful. He remembered all of the countless times he’d seen Alex shiver while urinating and actually felt a little jealous that Alex got to feel that happen so often.
Alex was grinding his teeth and thighs together simultaneously. The longer Adam’s pee went on, the more Alex felt like his OWN pee would be streaming into his pants soon. He’d begun to leak, he wasn’t even sure when it had started, but he felt the space between his legs becoming more and more saturated by the second. He was trying so hard not to guilt Adam for this, not to make him feel bad for doing what he had to do… But before long he couldn’t stop the words from pouring out, “Adam! Hurry up! I’m gonna—“
Before Alex could finish his beg, the most wonderful thing happened.
No, Adam did not finish peeing. He honestly didn’t feel CLOSE to done yet.
But, there was a brief flash of light above them. Then a flicker. And another. And then… The light was on! Immediately, there followed a quiet hum as the electronics in the apartment started to come back to life, and—
Alex dropped the flashlight on the ground and started to tear down his pants, “M—Move over, Adam…” he choked out, but he hadn’t needed to. As soon as the light was back on, Adam had stepped to the side, giving Alex enough space to join him.
Alex tipped his head back and panted heavily as his own stream began cascading into the bowl. His eyes squeezed themselves shut, his mouth hung open, and the shivers Adam envied him for began to ripple through his body.
As Alex’s pee started to pick up, Adam’s finally slowed down. A few more spurts trickled forth and he was at last nice and empty. He stepped back and pulled up his pants, noting how much looser they suddenly felt now that they weren’t squeezing against a tight ball of piss. Still breathing a little heavily, he watched as Alex, pink in the face, struggled to catch his breath as a geyser sprayed out of him. And then he felt a little bad. He knew he hadn’t really been able to help it, but he HAD still caused Alex to feel pained for a little extra while.
And then, he did something that not even he had been expecting. He hadn’t thought about doing it, hadn’t made any conscious decision, he just… Did it. He stood behind Alex, and started to hold him as he continued to relieve his bladder. “Sweet thing, I’m so sorry I did that to you,” he murmured softly.
Alex went even pinker. He thought back to the night in the tent where Adam had held him as he peed because he just felt so scared that he’d needed that extra bit of comfort. But, there was nothing scaring him now, not since the electricity had come back. Being held right now didn’t feel… bad. Quite the opposite, the relief of the gallons of pee trickling from his body mixed with the warmth of Adam’s body and the fuzziness that his touches filled Alex’s heart with was…Honestly one of the most gloriously magnificent things he thought he’d ever felt in his entire life.
“Uh—Um…” Alex managed between breathy sighs. “Don’t be sorry. You couldn’t help it.”
Adam then did something else neither of them expected, he nuzzled against Alex’s neck and kissed him gently there. “Thank you,” he said.
Alex finished peeing a moment later, leaned back hard against Adam, “You’re welcome…” |
Written for the Omovember prompt "Scared/Surprised Into Wetting."
***
“Alex, are you absolutely positive that you want to do this?” Adam asked. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I won’t be upset, Camille won’t be upset, I—“
“I want to,” Alex assured. “Papa never let us do ANYTHING for Halloween growing up. We couldn’t even just buy candy at the store and eat it at home.”
Adam had done plenty of activities for Halloween when he was a kid— It was one of his favorite times of year because he could dress up and be whatever he wanted for one night. He still had fond memories of being five and wearing the costume of one of his favorite male cartoon characters. His parents then took him to a party with some of Dad’s work friends, and all the other kids there assumed right away that he was a boy, just like any other. Every time he heard one of them call him “he”, he’d feel happy inside.
Before Adam had met Alex, he had no idea that some people had different opinions about Halloween. Before Adam had met Alex, he’d never heard anybody refer to the holiday as being Satanic or a form of Devil worship. But, that was what Alex’s Father had said any time it was brought up. He’d even told Alex that, if he wore a Halloween costume, he would be inviting the Devil to change his identity— Opening himself up to demonic possession as Halloween was the day that the barrier separating the world from Hell was at its weakest.
So, Alex began to dread and fear October 31st while he was growing up. Papa would warn him that dangerous demons lurked around every corner that day, and that he had to be EXTRA careful so that they wouldn’t take control of him and cause him to go to Hell. Candy and fun costumes were just the demon’s method of tempting someone into letting them in.
Alex was surprised to learn that his new church held a trick-or-treating event of its own, and treated the days surrounding Halloween as a time to honor the dead…
“I used to be scared because of the things Papa told me,” Alex said. “But, there’s nothing in The Bible that says demons will possess you for eating sweets— Honey was even a symbol for good health. All of that must have just been more stuff Papa said so that we’d do what he wanted. So, there’s nothing to be scared of.”
Adam was glad Alex wasn’t scared of Halloween in general anymore, but he still wasn’t so sure about their plans for the evening. He understood Alex must have felt pretty left out, having never been able to dress up and get big sacks of candy before, he just didn’t know if this would be the best way to make up for those lost years. “I’m just saying, if you want to wear a costume and eat some candy, I’ll be fine with doing it together at home tomorrow instead. You don’t have to go to the haunted house to be able to do that.”
“I want to go, though,” Alex said. “Should I not?”
“I just don’t want you to get too scared,” Adam explained, recalling how clingy and terrified Alex got any time he saw a horror movie. He could already predict that being INSIDE the scary place, rather than looking in on it through a TV screen, would freak Alex out a lot. He could already predict that Alex would be grasping onto him and shuddering from the moment they walked through the door, and that he’d remain glued to him until they were out— And probably for a while afterwards, too.
Adam certainly didn’t object to having Alex press himself so closely to him, but knowing he was only doing so because he was scared out of his mind would make it less enjoyable.
“I know I’ll be scared,” Alex said. “But, you’ll be there to protect me, right?”
“Yes, of course,” Adam told him. “But… Are you sure?”
Alex nodded.
“Okay,” Adam said. “But, if we get there and you’re too scared to go in— Or if you want to leave early— that’s okay. We can stop whenever you want. I won’t be annoyed.”
Alex hugged him, he now felt certain that the haunted house wouldn’t be TOO big of a challenge for him at all.
***
Adam and Alex got out of their car and looked around for Camille. They spotted her quickly, as she was dressed in a very eye-catching mermaid costume with a tail that shimmered even with the setting sun. She rushed over to them excitedly. “Oh, Adam, I love your costume,” she said. “You look like you came out of an old movie.”
Adam was dressed as a 1920s-era mobster. “Heh, yeah… Um, since my real mustache isn’t growing in as fast as I wanted, I thought I’d dress up as something with one… Except now the fake mustache doesn’t wanna stay on, either.”
Camille laughed, lowering her voice. “I wish I could give you the hairs that keep trying to show up on my face. You wouldn’t even have to trade me anything for them.” She turned to Alex, taking in his angel costume. “Oh, you look good, too.”
“Actually,” Adam said. “I just took off his human disguise for tonight. Don’t tell anyone.”
Camille rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. “Ugggh…You two are gonna give me diabetes! Stop that!”
Adam laughed, and the three headed out of the parking lot together. Adam wiped some sweat off his brow. Since it was getting late, it wasn’t even that warm out, but the pinstripe suit he had on as his costume had multiple layers, and he was getting hot underneath them all.
Luckily, there was a concession stand set up before they reached the line for the house, so Adam was able to grab something to drink. He ordered one for Alex as well, and a moment later he was presented with two enormous, clear plastic cups filled with red slush dotted with ice. He was a bit surprised by the size considering the low price, he couldn’t remember ever seeing cups that big before.
But, he WAS incredibly thirsty, so he wasn’t going to complain. He grabbed them both and got in line beside Alex and Camille. He handed off one of the cups to Alex before sucking at the straw for his own oversized beverage.
“Oh, you got one for HIM but not me,” Camille said. “I see how it is…”
Adam blushed, pausing in his drinking for a moment. “S—Sorry. I only had two hands… I can go get you one, if you want!”
“It’s fine,” Camille laughed. “I’m just teasing you.”
“Heh, alright,” Adam relaxed and got back to work on draining his massive drink, downing obscenely large gulps of the semi-frozen liquid. Even once his thirst had been thoroughly quenched, he continued because the slushy was just so irresistibly delicious.
Alex drank his cup as well, but much slower than Adam— He was recalling the painful brain-freeze he’d experienced the first time he’d tasted a slushy, and was wary of repeating it.
Before long, Adam had tossed aside the straw in favor of lifting the cup’s lid and tilting his head back, gulping the chilly drink down until the cup was bone-dry. He smacked his lips a few times, glancing around until he found a recycling bin. “Hold on,” he told his friends.
As he left the line to dispose of the empty cup, Adam felt a little bit of pressure it his middle, an annoying little tingle reminding him that the huge drink he’d just consumed was going to have to come back OUT of him eventually.
Even when he looked back and forth and wasn’t able to locate any sort of restroom, he didn’t see any reason to worry. He was sure there WAS a place for him to go around here somewhere, and he only barely felt the urge right now, anyway. He’d be okay.
He returned to the line next to Alex, whom offered him the remainder of his own slushy. “I saw you getting all sweaty before,” he said. “So, you can finish this if you want.”
Adam took it, and began to suck down yet another bucket of flavored ice-water.
Alex listened to him guzzle, nervously smoothing a hand over his stomach. In truth, he’d INTENDED to finish the slushy all on his own, but a couple minutes ago a terrible thought had entered his brain; The slushy would make it to his bladder eventually, and he was about to go inside a place that was sure to frighten him. And sometimes when Alex got a bit too scared, he tended to—
Well. Alex didn’t want to tempt fate today. He wanted to make it through the haunted house so he could feel proud of himself for facing the terrifying things inside of it. He was sure to feel a lot LESS proud if, overloaded on liquid, he let himself get so startled that he peed a waterfall down his legs in public. He knew the odds of him wetting himself would be significantly LOWER if he DIDN’T drink a huge barrel of liquid before going in there.
Besides, Adam seemed to LOVE the flavor of that drink, and it made Alex feel good to watch him enjoy more of it.
When they were about halfway through the line, Adam had reached the bottom of the second mega-sized cup. He sighed and rolled up the sleeve on his suit to check the time. Impressive! He’d finished ALL of that in under an hour!
He was LESS impressed with himself when he stepped out of line to recycle the second cup. Each step towards the bin sent urgent signals through his abdomen, and he could FEEL the way the fluid sloshed back and forth inside his gut. He nibbled on his lip, trying to soothe his bladder now that he’d woken it up by walking around so much.
He tossed out the cup and spun around for a few seconds, looking in all directions for a sign that indicated where he might be able to find a toilet. But, there wasn’t one. ‘Are they all near the exit of the haunted house?’ he wondered, clenching his thighs and bobbing in place. He kept that up until the most severe pangs of his desperation passed, leaving him with just a hearty throbbing pressure.
‘It’s okay, we’re almost through the line,’ Adam reminded himself. ‘Gonna be annoying to do the whole house when I gotta piss, but no big deal. I’m sure there’ll be someplace for me to go afterwards. I can wait that long.’
Adam got back in line with his friends, crossing his legs slightly in one direction, and then the other. He hoped the rest of their waiting time would pass quickly.
It didn’t, of course. Everything felt much, much SLOWER now that Adam was so eagerly anticipating a restroom break. His bladder was stretching at a very alarming rate, too. This wasn’t too shocking— He DID just drink two huge barrels of slush in under an hour, of course that was going to fill him up. Still, the rate at which his urge was turning into a NEED was a bit frightening.
They’d moved forward twice so far, and in that time the throbbing tingles beneath Adam’s navel had already transcended into harsh, painful, jolting spasms that made him cross his legs at the ankles and palm gently against the fly of his suit. If Camille or Alex turned to look at him, he’d straighten himself out painfully and pretend he was merely trying to get the suit to look smoother.
He anxiously bounced on his heels and fiddled with the feather atop the hat he was wearing, trying his hardest to keep either of his hands from going back to his groin. All the daylight had nearly faded away now, and he was looking forward to when the sun would sink the rest of the way below the horizon; Once it was darker, he’d be able to squirm more unnoticed.
Adam tugged at the material of his pants, twisting in place and counting the people still ahead of them. His bladder convulsed harder and harder, and he dearly wished that this was a line for a toilet instead. That was probably the worst part, knowing that even once he was at the front of this line, he was STILL going to have to hold it in for a while longer.
Alex turned to face Adam when they got closer to the front. Worry was clear on his face. “H—How bad do you think it’s gonna be?”
And then Adam remembered the thing he SHOULD have been focusing on; Ensuring that Alex didn’t get too scared here. “J— Just keep in mind that nothing in there is r—real, okay?” he told him. “I—It’s all just props and make-up, and— Oh! Alex, you don’t have problems with flashing lights, do you? There are usually some of those in haunted houses, I don’t want you to get—“
“I’ve never had a problem before,” Alex said. “But, I’ve never been around many flashing lights before, either…”
“I—If they give you pr—problems, tell me, okay?” Adam said. “B—Because sometimes th—that can make people sick, and—“
Camille snorted beside them. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say YOU were more anxious about this than Alex is!”
Adam looked away, blushing. He supposed that he could be a little… Over-protective sometimes…
“If I wanna leave, I’ll tell you,” Alex promised. He eyed Adam for a moment. “Are YOU okay? You’re shaking…”
Adam nodded. They were too close to the front of the line now for him to leave and try to find a spot to pee, so he was just going to have to hold it back and hope that there was a toilet by the exit. “I’m alright,” he said. “Just excited, th—that’s all.”
Camille was watching him too. “You sure? You’re shuddering and stammering. I’ve never seen you get scared at one of these things before, what gives?”
“N—Nothing!” Adam insisted. “I’m fine… Um… Maybe I had too much slushy, and it’s giving me the chills!” He laughed anxiously, the walls of his full bladder shaking. That explanation had been a little bit TOO close to the truth.
Alex nodded and gripped one of Adam’s hands tightly. He felt more wary now that he was growing more certain Adam was frightened of the haunted house as well. These things must have been REALLY scary if even Adam was getting nervous! Butterflies twisted inside Alex’s stomach, and alerted him to a slight pressure just below it.
Oh no! Alex HAD had too much of that slushy, he had to use the restroom now. Not super badly, but bad enough that he couldn’t ignore it now that he’d noticed it. He chewed his lip, squeezing Adam’s hand even tighter. What if he got super scared in there, and then he wasn’t able to hold it? He’d have to walk back to the parking lot in wet clothes! Everyone would see and think he was a baby that couldn’t handle a little fright!
He clenched his thighs together, hoping that maybe if he focused REALLY hard on holding it while he was in there, then even if he DID get startled badly, he would maintain control over his bladder.
That should work, right?
Finally, their group was next in line. Adam breathed out a sigh of relief, even though he knew the door in front of them DIDN’T lead directly to a toilet. It still meant he was at least one step closer to one He tightened his hand around Alex’s. “R—Ready?” he asked him.
Alex hoped he was— He REALLY hoped that his BLADDER was. “Y—Yeah,” he said.
***
The haunted house was held in a building that used to be part of a college campus. Some of the original fixtures were still intact, like the drinking fountains and, to Adam’s dismay, some of the urinals were still there as well. Tacked uselessly to the wall, not hooked up to any sort of plumbing, not able to grant Adam any sort of relief. Just… Sitting there, taunting him.
The only saving grace was that he couldn’t really see them THAT well as he, Alex and Camille wandered through the room— It was pretty dark, a fog machine had been turned on, and cobweb props were placed everywhere as well.
Adam was still relieved to leave that room and move onto the next, where they encountered their first jumpscare in the form of a man dressed as a zombie popping out at them from behind a corner. Adam flinched slightly, and felt Alex’s grip on his hand become even tighter, before it went loose again a moment later.
Alex was feeling super proud of himself now. He had neither screamed nor lost a spurt from his bladder when the zombie had startled him. He’d jumped, but instinctively tensed his thighs at the same time, so he remained totally dry. His bladder was little more than a mild irritation now. He was constantly aware that he needed to pee, but felt confident that if he didn’t let himself freak out TOO badly, he’d be alright!
And he’d made it past one scare already, that meant he could probably handle the others, too!
Next they were moving through a long, shadowy corridor, and Alex felt a bit of dread welling up inside himself again. He squeezed Adam’s hand again, just to remind himself that he was there and would always keep him safe.
WHRRRR!
A zombie holding a chainsaw jumped out in front of them, leering. Alex clutched onto Adam as he stumbled back, trying to ignore the way Camille laughed.
Oh no— What if she was laughing because he’d—
A moment later, when his terror faded, Alex could confirm that there wasn’t any dampness between his legs, and his bladder was still tingling with the need to pee. He hadn’t gone. He was still holding it.
“You’ll get yours tonight!” the zombie growled out as Alex and his friends ran clumsily away.
And then, Alex was laughing too. He giggled and gasped in Adam’s arms, leaning hard into him. “Heheh, th—this is fun!” he said as he and Adam got a little more untangled from each other.
This area was lit up a little better, and Alex could SEE Adam more clearly. He saw a pinched expression on his boyfriend’s face, and a shudder working through his spine. Thinking Adam was actually a whole lot more scared now than HE was, Alex clasped his hand again for comfort. “You okay?”
“Y—Yeah,” Adam said nervously. Inside him, his bladder was doing cartwheels. He’d run WAY too quickly down that hallway, and it felt like he’d managed to knock the overfull organ out of its proper place or something. He felt the pressure absolutely EVERYWHERE now. Like, his body was trying so hard to find a place to cram the massive slushys he’d stupidly guzzled that now the liquid was flooding into his bones. He didn’t realize he was hopping from foot to foot until Camille made a comment.
“You sure you’re alright?” she asked him. “You’re really jumpy… You don’t usually—“
“I guess I’m a little more on edge tonight,” Adam admitted, still not wanting to say WHY. If he said why, Alex or Camille would probably say they should leave right away, and after they’d spent so long waiting in line, Adam didn’t want to cut this short just because he had to pee.
“Well, I promise I’M okay,” Alex said. “So, you don’t need to worry about me…”
Adam leaned into him, still shaking from the thundering roars of desperation that were pulsing nonstop beneath his fly.
With that, they moved on. Alex continued to mostly stay in control of his fear, he’d yelp, jump and cling onto Adam hard enough that his nails left imprints in his boyfriend’s skin, but beneath the fear was always a hint of excitement and fun— This was an enjoyable kind of scary, which was something Alex hadn’t known existed before!
Most importantly, Alex was also staying DRY. His need for the toilet had increased considerably in all the time they’d been walking through the house, he now felt his opening sting if he moved too quickly, but he worked hard to keep his sphincters closed and they continued to LISTEN— No matter how startled he got!
But Adam wasn’t having as easy a time with that. His body shook hard as he fought to ignore the very insistent call of nature, bending at the waist and rubbing his knees together. His lower half was trembling and straining, his best line of defense little more than a narrow ring of overworked, burning muscles, begging for permission to relax.
They rounded a corner and found themselves in Adam’s LEAST favorite part of any haunted house— The hall of mirrors. He wasn’t good with these, he always bumped into the walls, the reflections confusing him. To make it worse, this one had set up a flashing strobe light that flicked on and off each fraction of a second. Those lights disoriented Adam worse than ANYTHING. Trying to navigate this area with an absolutely OVERFLOWING bladder wasn’t going to be easy.
Camille was giggling as they entered the room. She knew how much Adam HATED this part, and always laughed as she watched him crash against his own reflection over and over again. He’d hoped for a moment that she might take pity on him and lead the way this time— She was so much better at this— but, of course she didn’t.
Adam kept shutting his eyes tightly against the irritating, flashing lights and the brutal pressure knotting inside his body. He barely remembered to ask Alex; “Are you okay? The lights aren’t making you feel dizzy, are they?”
“They’re annoying,” Alex said. “Er— I think YOU’RE the one getting dizzy! Keep your eyes closed, I’ll lead.”
“Aw, don’t let him just quit like that!” Camille said.
Alex didn’t listen to her, instead helping his dazed boyfriend navigate the room. With each bright flash of light, Alex was able to get a clearer view of how tense Adam was. He seemed to be struggling to walk, his knees bowing inwards and his feet stumbling multiple times. Alex tried to find the exit as fast as possible so he’d feel better.
That became more difficult when another zombie appeared, giggling darkly at them. “You’re never gonna get out of here! Give up now!”
Alex flinched and wrapped his hands around Adam’s arm more, his heart pounding rapidly and his bladder— His bladder shuddered and cramped, a harsh pressure flaring at his opening, pee right at the very edge of breaking out of its prison. He tensed his muscles up hard and stopped his leak just in time, hurrying to the mirror maze’s exit with Adam. “O—Okay!” he said once they were back in another tiny, almost pitch black corridor. “No more flashing lights!”
Adam opened his eyes. It was hard to tell in the dark, but he didn’t appear to relax very much.
Adam was still shuffling like crazy, fighting hard against the flood he had so stupidly created with his impulsive chugging of those slushys.
And those slushys were STILL not finished working through him yet! His kidneys were STILL pumping more and more fluid into a bladder that was already filled to its absolute BRIM. It pushed painfully against his hip bones, like it was trying to break him apart. He could hardly breathe around the horrid weight inside him, and— And he needed to go NOW, he was going to explode! “O—Oh…. Alex, I need—“
Suddenly a slap was heard against the wall, and Adam jolted. “No one can help you now!” a voice hissed out. “You’re trapped in here with me!”
And then there was a hand on his ankle, a weird, slimy one, and it was getting tighter, and Adam yelped and—
Then he felt it. For a single, solitary second, Adam felt his crotch grow warm with a quick jet of piss. He was overcome by an entirely DIFFERENT sort of terror and broke free from the hand, running down the hall and making his bladder slam around inside him with each step.
Alex chased after him, grabbing his arm again once he’d caught up. “Shhh…” he soothed. “It’s okay. None of it’s real, remember?”
Adam felt silly having Alex console him, when so often it was the other way around. He felt silly that he’d gotten so freaked out by what he KNEW was just an actor sticking a slimy hand prop through a hole inside the wall. He felt silliest of all that he’d started to— That he’d almost— “Alex, I really have to—“
“Shh…” Alex hushed again, smoothing a hand down his body. “Poor thing, you’re so shaky…” he said. “It’s alright. I will keep you safe.”
Camille caught up. “Adam, what gives?” she asked, and now she sounded far more concerned than she did amused. “Normally you just laugh through these things… You got a phobia of slimy stuff I don’t know about?”
Adam tensed up more at the mere THOUGHT of laughing. If he laughed, he’d explode himself into billions of pieces for sure… “S—Something like that,” he said. “And I wasn’t expecting it. I’m fine now. Don’t worry.”
They kept walking, passing a corpse hung from the rafters, some human meat dangling from hooks, and a graveyard. All of which gave Alex plenty of opportunities to cling onto Adam, and added more liquid to the ocean Adam was already holding. At one point, Alex yelped when a rubber bat swung and hit the back of his head.
Adam squeezed his hand and gave him a kiss— Even if he had to piss like CRAZY right now, he hadn’t forgotten that his REAL job was taking care of Alex. “You’re okay…”
Alex felt himself going warm. “You are too…” he said, kissing Adam back.
Another zombie rushed from the shadows to greet them. This one was a woman, with long hair dripping with red liquid. “Lovers…” she hissed out. “I was in love once too… Of course, then I butchered him!”
On cue, another zombie popped up behind Adam, shouting something loudly. Adam didn’t hear what, he’d just been so surprised by the sudden appearance of a second zombie when he was focused on the first that he gasped and stumbled, his heart hammering and the world falling away for a moment—
But, when that moment of fright passed, and the world returned… Adam became acutely aware that his crotch was soaked, his legs were warm and damp, and rather than the agonizing sensation of holding back a gallon of pee, he was experiencing a blissful drop in pressure as his bladder emptied itself.
For a second after this realization, Adam just froze. The first thing he felt wasn’t embarrassment or dismay, but just RELIEF. God, he’d had to go SO bad… His holding muscles finally unclenching and relaxing felt absolutely wonderful, his swollen bladder slowly shrinking back to its proper size almost made him MOAN.
But then there was the way the piss poured into his boxers and suit-pants, making the material heavy and sodden as it clung to him even tighter than Alex had. The smell of his pee entered his nostrils and then he remembered that, no matter how amazing it felt to be letting go, he was having an ACCIDENT.
He was having an accident in front of Alex. In front of Camille. In front of two haunted house actors that he didn’t even know… He fought to stop his flow, as if the damage weren’t ALREADY done, but his bladder wouldn’t cooperate. It had BURST, and he wasn’t going to stop peeing until he was good and empty.
And… That was going to take a while. He hoped for a second that, since his pants were dark and the room was dark, maybe no one could tell what was happening to him right now. But, even if they couldn’t SEE the urine darkening his clothes, they could DEFINITELY hear it hissing down his legs and splashing beneath his feet.
It took Alex a moment to work out what the noise was, and why Adam had suddenly just… Frozen like that, but once he figured it out he nuzzled his boyfriend even closer. Having wet himself from fear several times before, Alex knew how he must have been feeling.
Except then, Adam’s spill just kept going on and on and on, and Alex began to wonder if the scare alone hadn’t been responsible for this. Adam had obviously been holding that, and now Alex was seeing his jumpy, nervous behavior in a whole new light.
Once Camille realized what had come over Adam, she looked away from him, deciding he’d probably like some privacy. She was surprised this had happened— If anyone was going to pee themselves here, she’d been SURE it would be Alex. Adam had never even really SCREAMED at one of these things before, let alone wet his pants!
And… Jesus, was he EVER gonna finish?! The guy must have been holding in a swimming pool.
Finally, they started moving again when Alex figured Adam would want to get AWAY from the zombie actors he’d just embarrassed himself in front of. They turned one more corner, and there was a door. Alex pushed it open, and they were outside… A sign pointing towards the restrooms right there.
Adam released the moan he’d held back while they’d been inside the haunted house. But, instead of sounding relieved, it sounded utterly dismayed. He couldn’t believe it. If he’d just been able to wait ONE more freaking minute… If that last zombie hadn’t—
Fuck, and piss was STILL streaming down his legs, too…
Alex heard the hissing. “Um… Adam?”
Adam looked away. “Y—Yeah?”
“Are you… Not done?” Alex asked awkwardly.
“Alex, oh my God… I had to go SO bad…” Adam mumbled, finally feeling his last spurts trickle out. “I— Shit, I think I’m finished now.”
Alex didn’t chide him for cursing, or for taking the Lord’s name in vain. This situation probably called for that. Poor Adam, peeing himself when he was so close to the finish line…
“Adam, are you okay?” Camille asked. “What— You’ve never gotten scared like—“
“I’d been dying to piss since when we were still waiting to get in,” Adam explained. “Then when that last thing jumped out at me… I lost it. I’m sorry.”
Alex’s brow knit. “Adam, gosh… You were needing it THAT long?”
Adam nodded. “The slushys… I looked for a toilet when I threw the cups out, but I couldn’t find any around the entrance… Then when it got bad we were so close to the front of the line, I just— I thought I’d be able to hold it.”
Alex hugged him. “Poor thing…” he said, rubbing his back. Thinking back to things he’d told his younger siblings after they’d wet themselves, he added; “It’s alright, accidents happen to everybody… I bet you feel much better now though, right?”
Adam nodded. “Y—Yeah…” he squirmed. “I don’t wanna get pee on your costume…”
“It’s okay…” Alex said, not letting go. “All better now…”
Adam blushed. “I actually— When I first started… Going, it actually just felt so good that I didn’t notice everything else,” he admitted.
Alex winced. Adam must have been BEYOND desperate, in that case… Alex’s own bladder throbbed, reminding him that he was starting to get that way himself.
Which meant he’d made it through the haunted house totally dry! He’d done it!
But, somehow this victory didn’t feel as good as he’d thought it would. He tightened his hold on Adam. “I have to use the restroom, too…” he murmured.
“I’ll take you, don’t worry,” Adam said. He forgot about his soaked pants, the stain he knew must have been covering his crotch. He was embarrassed, he didn’t want MORE people to see that he’d had an accident, but Alex was the priority. Alex was always the priority.
Alex let go of Adam, and started to dance around from foot to foot, holding himself tightly. He was having an easier time FAKING a pee dance now than he had the last time he’d tried it. It helped that he ACTUALLY needed to go pretty bad, and his bladder really WAS sending him signals to squirm about.
What WASN’T easy was getting himself to pee into his clothes deliberately, and it was even HARDER to do that when he was fidgeting and doing all the things that helped him hold it IN. He kept telling himself to pee, though. Over and over, he thought ‘It’s time to go pee now,’ and he soon felt a little flare of pressure at his opening, a tiny pulse of warmth. “Oooh— Adam, I have to go SO bad! I don’t know if I can—“
Adam watched Alex jump about, surprised by how suddenly this had hit him. All the excitement must have distracted him, and now it was slamming into him all at once. “Alex, it’s okay, I’ll—“
“I can’t— I can’t—“ Alex tried his best to sound panicked and like he didn’t want this happen as his bladder unclenched and released itself. But, since the reality was that he’d WANTED to wet himself, and he was relieved he’d managed to make himself DO it, his tone started to sound less genuine. “Ohhh, I can’t hold it…” he moaned, liquid trickling warmly down his legs, which were bare beneath his robe. “Oh no…”
Adam could tell right away that this hadn’t been a real accident— If it were real, Alex would have been sobbing. But, he felt his chest going very warm. Accidents DEVASTATED Alex, and he had a feeling the other had been extremely proud of himself for making it to the end of the haunted house without having one. But, he was allowing himself to leave here soaked ANYWAY just to make Adam feel better…
Adam put a hand to Alex’s shoulder. “Aww, Alex… You didn’t have to do this.”
Alex was shaking, shivers ripping up and down his spine as pee flowed and flowed into the dirt at his feet, hissing and splashing noisily. “I DID have to, Adam… I couldn’t wait!” he insisted. “I couldn’t make it to the toilet, I had to go too much!”
Adam kissed him on the cheek. “Poor thing…”
Alex got a little tenser the longer his ‘accident’ went on. He became more aware of what he was actually doing; That he was peeing himself very forcefully in a public place, with strangers all around him— With Camille right there to see it! She certainly wasn’t gonna think he was cool now, that was for sure…
Alex pushed on his bladder muscles, hurrying to finish up. He was a tad surprised with how much he’d had in there, and figured that if the toilets here had any kind of line, this ‘accident’ would have happened for real anyway. Finally, the last was drained from him, and with another shudder, he sighed out “D—Done…” he said. “I’m sorry, I tried to wait!”
Adam looked away, blushing. “You did your best… Let me go check if there are towels in the car.”
“Okay,” Alex agreed.
Adam started to walk back towards the parking lot, doing his best to shield his wet spot from onlookers even in the darkened night.
Camille turned to Alex, “That was really sweet…” she told him.
“Huh?” Alex asked, pretending he didn’t know.
“Peeing yourself so he wouldn’t feel alone,” Camille said. “I definitely wouldn’t be willing to do that. You really ARE an angel, aren’t you?”
“Heh…” Alex reddened. “Adam says so, anyway…” |
Written for the Omovember prompt "Cosplay".
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Alex hoped that his costume looked right… Adam had promised him that it did, but Alex was nervous anyway. What if somebody noticed a minor mistake and called him out on it? That would be really embarrassing!
“It looks perfect,” Adam repeated. “I don’t think ANY of the details are wrong— And, if one of them is, nobody will notice. It isn’t like you’re going to be in the costume contest anyway, no one’s gonna look TOO closely at you.”
“Did I pick a good thing to dress up as?” Alex asked. “What if it’s too lame?”
“It’s not,” Adam assured. He made himself stop short of adding “Alex, you’re going to a place full of dorks, they’re gonna have a different definition of the word ‘lame’.”
Alex ran a hand through his ponytail. “My hair’s kinda long for it… And the wrong color. Does that matter?”
“No,” Adam said. “You look cool. I promise.”
Alex and Adam were going to a comic convention today. Alex had dressed up as Prince Caspian from the Chronicles of Narnia. Growing up, Alex hadn’t been allowed to read that many books. He was permitted to read his Bible whenever he wanted, of course. And he was often given a series of guidebooks on how to be a proper wife and mother. Alex had never been sure if he agreed with those guidebooks, they usually had things in them discussing how a wife should always agree with and obey her husband no matter what. One time, he’d asked Papa “But, what if the husband does something sinful? Should his wife still stand by him even then?” And Papa had gotten so angry… Alex hadn’t understood why, but once Papa was through, Alex had learned not to ever ask questions like that.
Aside from that, Alex was allowed to read Narnia, since Papa approved of the religious allegories present throughout the series. These were stories Alex could enjoy, because they were filled with adventure. Through the books, he could have a glimpse of things he didn’t think he’d ever get to experience for real— And not JUST because he didn’t have a portal to a magical world in his wardrobe. So many of the things Alex had wanted to do didn’t require magic at all, but he still hadn’t believed he’d be able to do any them.
Alex had recently gotten to see the film versions of Narnia for the first time and had really loved them.
So, when Adam said that sometimes people would dress up as their favorite characters at comic conventions, Alex had decided to do exactly that. He didn’t know why he was having so many second thoughts now. HE liked his costume a lot, and that was all that should have mattered.
Maybe he just felt weird right now because they hadn’t left the apartment, and Adam hadn’t worn a costume. He did look out of place standing in the front hall dressed like he was from the medieval times while Adam was wearing his usual shirt and shorts. Once he was at the convention, surrounded by other people who had dressed up, maybe he wouldn’t be as self conscious.
“Ready to go?” Adam asked him.
Alex nodded.
“Oka— Um…” Adam blushed. “Er— We should probably pee first. It’s a really long drive out there.”
Alex agreed. The costume was a little… Tricky to get apart. It would be a bad idea to get desperate to go while he had it on. He and Adam entered the restroom.
Adam unzipped quickly and easily, aiming for the bowl. He was just about to let go when he realized Alex was still struggling with the costume. He decided to hold it until Alex was ready too. But, that proved a bit difficult. Adam hadn’t needed to go that much when he’d come in here, but standing there, right in front of the toilet, with his dick aimed was sending a lot of signals to his bladder that it was time to relax.
Alex finally managed to get his buttons apart and took aim, releasing a quick stream. Adam followed suit. He no longer even thought about the unusualness of this little ‘ritual’ they had anymore. There had been no reason for them to pee together this time, neither of them had been bursting at the seams. Adam probably could have gone before Alex was ready and the sound and sight of it wouldn’t have tormented his boyfriend’s bladder at all. But, Adam just LIKED peeing next to Alex, for whatever reason it felt GOOD to do this.
Since Alex hadn’t even asked if they were going to pee side by side, had just immediately followed Adam to the toilet the instant the bathroom door was open, Adam knew Alex liked this too.
Both emptied, they headed out to the car and started the drive to the convention center. Alex felt more excited now, less worried that there was a minor error with his costume. He was looking forward to seeing what activities he’d get to enjoy at this new thing.
The drive WAS awfully long though. Alex was very grateful he’d relieved himself before getting in the car. Halfway there, he felt pressure in his bladder and couldn’t imagine how much worse off he’d be if he’d started the ride already a little full.
He DID need to go a little bit again now, but there was no fear that he wouldn’t be able to make it to their destination.
By the time they’d arrived, Alex DEFINITELY had to pee, and he was glad that he didn’t have much time left to wait. His urge had progressed to a constant, numb tingling in his middle— The warning throbs that he didn’t have much time left before he needed the bathroom REALLY urgently. He promised himself that even if he saw something that looked really interesting and that he wanted to check out, his FIRST stop was going to be a toilet. He wanted all of this out of himself as fast as possible so he could focus on having fun.
Alex ended up breaking that promise.
Once they were in front of the center and had bought their tickets by the entrance, Adam said that there was a panel he wanted to see that started soon. “Want to do that first?” He asked.
Alex nibbled on his lip. He wanted to pee first! How soon did the panel start? Did he have time to go? “Er— When does it—“
“About ten minutes,” Adam said. “So, we have a bit of time.”
Alex placed a hand over his middle, his need spiked until he felt a little bit of stinging at his opening. But, when he pulled his hand away, he felt better. Ten minutes was probably long enough for him to pee. “Okay,” he said.
“Awesome,” Adam said, taking Alex’s hand and starting to lead him to the entrance. “Make sure you’ve always got my hand in here, okay? It’s gonna be really crowded. And, if it’s too much, tell me and we’ll find a quiet spot a few minutes.”
Alex nodded, feeling warmth flood his veins, far outweighing the pee throbbing away in his system. Adam took such good care of him… But then, didn’t that mean he ought to TELL his boyfriend that he needed to go? He’d nearly burst more times than he could count just because he hadn’t said the words “Adam, I have to pee!” out loud soon enough.
Before he could ponder that further, Adam had ushered him inside the center. Adam had been right, it WAS super crowded. And noisy. A lot of the other people were dressed up as well, most of them as characters Alex couldn’t identify. He recognized some of them from things Adam had shown him, but a ton remained complete mysteries. Maybe he’d learn about some more of the books and movies that he’d missed out on today.
He was so distracted by all the costumes that he sort of just forgot that he had to pee. There were so many other things here that were more interesting than peeing. They walked by tables where people sold artwork and old comic books. Alex was fascinated by a few of them, but the REALLY old ones were all super expensive, so all he could do was look at their covers beneath their protective sleeves. He spent several minutes going through a box of action figures one man was selling.
And he didn’t once think ‘Oh, I probably should be finding a toilet now…’
The need finally hit him again when Adam said it was time to head to the panel. On the way there, they passed a restroom. ‘Wait!’ Alex’s bladder begged. But, then he saw the line sprawling out of the men’s room. Waiting in that would definitely take too long, and Alex didn’t want to make Adam miss his thing when he still felt like he could hold it.
Alex promised his bladder that he’d go RIGHT after the panel was over— First thing!
They found the room the panel was being held in and sat down together. The room was already pretty full, since the event was due to begin any moment now.
Alex hadn’t known what it was going to be about, and when it started he was happy to learn it featured the writer for a show he’d already watched lots of episodes of with Adam. Good. He’d actually understand what everyone was talking about! It would have been much harder to hold his pee if the only thing he could distract himself with was discussion of a topic that was outside his reach.
Even when he DID recognize the characters and plot-lines being talked about, Alex’s bladder was too loud to be fully ignored. He kept shifting in his chair, leaning from side to side and trying not to bounce his legs. Every time he moved, he felt the liquid inside of him slosh and roll. He was dreading having to stand back up again once this was over, but looking forward to that moment at the same time. Once this was over, he could free himself from the pressure and he’d only have to concentrate on having a good time.
Adam noticed Alex’s squirming and gave a pause. Was the crowd bugging him? This room wasn’t SUPER packed, he didn’t think. “You okay?” he whispered.
Alex made himself go still. He didn’t want Adam to worry about him, or think they had to leave before the panel had finished! “I’m fine,” he said. His bladder pulsed, reminding him of how not-fine he was. Nervously he reached a hand up and ran it through his ponytail.
Adam kept watching him, concern clear on his face. Alex sure didn’t look comforta—
Alex… Sometimes, he messed with his hair when he had to use the bathroom. Adam had seen him do that before, he recognized it as a—
He recognized it as a sign!
Finally!
Adam had always felt so bad before, never noticing Alex had to take a toilet break until he was dancing and holding himself and making it blatantly obvious that he was about to burst. Not being able to work it out sooner had always made Adam worry he wasn’t as good at taking care of him as he’d like to be.
But, he’d finally worked out one of the things Alex did when he was just BEGINNING to feel desperate! He thought back and remembered how Alex had seemed to linger as they’d passed the restroom earlier, and was positive that he was right!
“I— I can tell that you have to pee!” Adam whispered, tone far more excited than he’d intended it to be.
Alex blushed. “A— A little,” he admitted. How had Adam figured it out? He’d been making himself sit extra still! “But, it’s not bad!” He added quickly. “We can stay until the end.”
Adam nodded. He felt less worried for Alex now that he knew what was ACTUALLY bugging him. He’d just take him to the toilet as soon as this was done, and everything would be fine.
By the time the panel had ended, Alex’s earlier claim that his need was ‘not bad’ had been completely proven wrong. It WAS bad, and he’d spent the last twenty minutes with his legs knotted and his fingers drumming anxiously against the tops of his thighs. He stood from his chair, his bladder giving a huge, heavy lurch. He winced, reminding himself it wouldn’t be much longer…
“Alright,” Adam said, standing as well. “Let’s get you to the toilet before we do anything else.”
Alex nodded gratefully, taking tiny half-steps after his boyfriend. They resumed holding hands once they were out of the room and back in the large sea of people. Alex was gripping Adam’s extremely tightly. He wasn’t frightened of all the people— At least not THAT much— he just had this NEED to squeeze something every time his bladder throbbed.
Adam cringed as Alex’s hand tried to snap his own into pieces. “I’m sorry…” he said. “It’s getting bad, isn’t it? Should we have left earlier?”
“No,” Alex said. “I’m okay.”
Adam hoped that was true. He’d been so proud of himself for figuring out Alex’s problem earlier, but now he was wracked with guilt again. Had Alex downplayed his urge so that Adam wouldn’t miss the discussion? It sure seemed that way… He held onto Alex and led him through the throngs of people, trying to remember where he’d seen that restroom.
Alex was getting knocked around in the crowd, having to squeeze his way past a few people, and having his bladder bounced and crushed at an absolutely agonizing frequency. He ended up having to tuck the hand not locked with Adam’s against his crotch, knees rubbing together.
Adam was walking too fast! Alex had to take wide steps to keep up, every time his legs parted too far, his urethra stung and twitched and he felt a drop just at the very edge of seeping out. One more knock to his bladder, and a bit of warmth was soaking into his boxers. “Hahhh—“ he panted, straining his thighs together. “N—Not so fast…”
Adam slowed down to a more even pace, and Alex felt both better and worse. It was easier to take slow, careful steps, but those weren’t getting him to a toilet any quicker!
Finally, they’d found the restrooms again… And the line for the men’s looked even LONGER than earlier! Adam looked over his shoulder, his brows knotting in sympathy for Alex. “It— It’ll move fast, I’m sure.” He wasn’t sure.
They got in line at the back, and now that he wasn’t walking anymore, the change in momentum actually made the boulder of urine in his abdomen press even MORE firmly against his sphincters. He hopped between his feet, like he was trying to shake his feet awake. He noticed he was still holding himself, and let go, but right away he was leaking, so he crammed the hand back between his legs and allowed his thighs to crush it as they strained together.
Adam was still holding his other hand. He should have just— The SECOND he’d realized Alex had to pee, he should have insisted they go STRAIGHT to the toilets right then! Adam was even starting to feel the urge to go just from looking at him…
The line inched forward and Adam released a breath. “S—See? You won’t have to wait too long!”
Alex wasn’t sure if he believed that. He felt like he had very, very little time left. Cold sweat was running down his back. He couldn’t stop thinking that he was about to soak himself right where he was standing, with so many people around to witness! And then, he’d ruin his costume! First time he’d ever worn it, and he was about to drench it in his pee! That was so awful he didn’t even want to contemplate it!
Adam’s mind was in over-drive, trying to come up with a solution. Was there anywhere else Alex could go? All the other restrooms probably had lines that were just as long. It was daylight, and there were SO many people, taking him outside to pee wouldn’t work. Adam had brought a bag to carry anything they ended up buying today in, but it was empty; No container for Alex to relieve himself into— Not like he had the privacy for THAT anyway.
The line moved again. Alex had his eyes squeezed shut and hadn’t noticed, so Adam tapped him to get him to step forwards.
The guy in front of them turned around, he watched Alex’s wriggling for a moment. “Um… Does he need to cut ahead?”
Alex blushed scarlet, but Adam smiled gratefully. “Yes, that would help us out so much,” he said. “Thank you.” He helped Alex to take his spot ahead of that man. “Th—There you go,” he whispered. “One less person to wait through.”
“Adam, I really, really need to go…”
“I know…” Adam said. “Your turn will be real soon!”
They kept crawling forwards. It felt to Alex like they’d been waiting for over an hour, but it couldn’t have been more than five minutes before they were close enough to the restroom entryway that Alex could hear noises from inside of it. Hissing streams, toilets and urinals being flushed, gushing faucets… Ahhh, no, he could hear a man sighing with relief, too! He scrunched up his face, wished he had his hands free so he could cover his ears. Nothing was worse than listening to other people pee when he was fighting so hard not to burst all over himself!
A few more minutes, and they were actually inside the restroom. Only three more people ahead of them, but Alex could SEE the urinals now, could hear the pee striking them so much more clearly! Spurts were emptying into his boxers every second.
When there was just one person ahead of him, Alex started to whimper as his boxers grew more sodden. That man took his place at a urinal, and Alex doubled over when he heard another getting flushed. When he did not immediately rush to the now-open urinal, Adam tapped him. “Sweet thing, you can go now…” he whispered.
Alex looked up, saw the free place and hobbled over to it as fast as his bladder would allow. His heart kept pounding, his pulse rushing in his ears. He was so close to a complete accident, so, so close… And there were so many people here, and the urinals didn’t have dividers, and— That didn’t matter, Adam was here, too. Alex just had to— To get his costume apart and GO!
But, that was a whole lot easier said than done.
He shouldn’t have dressed up. He should have just worn his shorts. With his shorts, he just had to unzip them and he was ready to let it flow! With this, he had to take apart a whole series of buttons covering his fly, And his hands were shaking so much he couldn’t even manage to thread ONE through its opening! He stomped his feet, bouncing up and down, the sight of the urinal in front of him was such a horrific tease… He needed help—- Ahhh— How could Adam help him out with everyone here to see?!
Another urinal opened and Adam walked over to it. He may as well go now, even though he didn’t have much of an urge yet. He didn’t want to risk waiting through a line like that in the state Alex had just done it…
He was glad the urinal was beside Alex’s, they both felt safer peeing side by side when they were in public. When he made it, he realized Alex wasn’t actually peeing yet. Just, squirming there, fumbling like mad with his costume…
Adam’s hand froze from where it had been about to pull down his zipper. If he peed now, it would be a cruel and unusual bout of punishment for Alex. He needed to help out his boyfriend before anything else. “L—Let me,” he said.
Alex whimpered at the sound of another urinal being flushed. Another person had just finished doing what he NEEDED to do, and he was still stuck holding it! “P—People…” he stammered.
“I’m not gonna let you wet yourself right in front of a toilet,” Adam said, turning to his side and unfastening the first of Alex’s buttons.
Alex shook and trembled, more drips of pee escaping from him as Adam’s hand just barely brushed the swell of his bladder. His eyes darted all around. A couple of the guys still in line were staring at them, he was sure of it… He twitched more under what he was certain were scrutinizing, judgmental gazes.
A few more buttons came undone, and Alex now had the access he needed to relieve himself. Adam could see the dark patch on his boxers now, but didn’t’ mention it. “There,” he said. “Everything’s oka—“
Alex had already fished his prosthetic free and turned back to the urinal, finally unclenching his muscles and allowing his stream to gush out like it had been dying to. He released a long sigh through his nose, beginning to shake in a different way as tingles of pleasure ripped up and down his spine.
Adam finished his pee LONG before Alex did, but after he’d washed his hands he waited by the sink for him. He wasn’t going to leave Alex alone for anything. He watched the guy shuddering with relief for well over a minute before he finally flushed the urinal and came over to the sink. He washed his hands off, then grabbed Adam’s wrist again as they left the room.
“That feel better?” Adam asked once they were outside the restroom.
Alex nodded. “Yeah, but… Do you think anybody thought it was weird?”
“Hm?”
“You helping me with the costume…”
Adam shrugged. “Nah, I don’t think so. You see some of the suits these people have got on? I bet a few of them would need, like, three friends helping them get undressed enough to piss! That kinda thing happens sometimes. It’s no big deal.” |
Written for the Omovember prompt "In Formal Clothes".
I've been really excited about this chapter, I hope everyone likes it 🙂
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Adam and Alex stepped out of the car, Alex adjusting his stiff legs, and nervously patting his pocket to make sure it wasn’t empty. He was very anxious for what he had planned today, but there were still a few more hours left before he’d have to actually do anything— Which, really just meant he’d have to sit around and fret for all that time.
He and Adam were on their way to Alice’s wedding, Alice being one of Adam’s cousins. Alex was nervous about meeting Alice and her groom, but he was mostly worried about what he intended to do once he and Adam went to a restaurant AFTER the wedding.
Namely, he was going to ask Adam if they could maybe have a wedding of their own soon…
Alex wasn’t sure why this was terrifying him so much. Adam adored him, and he couldn’t imagine a scenario in which he’d actually say “No”. But, Alex hadn’t been able to afford a super fancy ring, it was just a little silver band. And, since Adam didn’t usually wear rings, Alex had sort of had to guess which size to pick by seeing which one fit HIS finger the best. He and Adam were just about the same size, so he HOPED that was right, but he couldn’t help worrying it would turn out to be too small, or not impressive enough…
To try and make the ring a little more exciting, he’d gotten it engraved with the words ‘Forever Your Sweet Thing.” Which he hoped wasn’t too corny…
“You’ll like Alice,” Adam promised, noticing the anxiety on Alex’s face. “She’s super nice.” He understood Alex got fearful around new people, but really, Adam thought HE was the one with more reason to be nervous today.
He’d been talking to Alice about her wedding, and how she knew for sure her future husband Mark was the one and that they were ready to begin a new phase of life together, and it had made him think about a lot of things.
Alex was definitely the one. Adam couldn’t imagine life without him, couldn’t sleep without him tucked protectively under his arm, watching him explore life and discover more things about himself and the world around him made Adam’s heart swell. They’d lived together for so long now, they spent almost every moment in one another’s company. It was probably time to make it official, right?
So, Adam had gotten a ring, which was now firmly nestled in the pocket of his suit. The phrase ‘And now abide faith, hope, love, these three;’ was on the outside of the band, and the words ‘but the greatest of these is love’ were engraved on the inside. This was from a Bible verse that was often preached during wedding ceremonies, and it was something that had immediately made him think of Alex when he’d read it.
He was sure Alex would love that ring, and he didn’t doubt Alex would say ‘yes’ to marrying him, but anxiety churned inside of him all the same. What if Alex didn’t think they were ready? Or, just got sad at the idea of a wedding where only some of his family would be willing to show up?
At least Adam had time to prepare something to say to Alex. He wasn’t planning on proposing until after his cousin’s wedding, once he and Alex were at dinner.
Adam’s nerves weren’t helped by the fact his cousin had chosen to have the wedding outdoors. If Alex said ‘yes’, Adam would make sure THEIR wedding was INSIDE somewhere. It was much too hot to be wearing a suit outside… He was just glad there was a water cooler nearby, and that there were plenty of cups left beside it. He poured himself a cup, and got one for Alex too. He was sure Alex was roasting just as badly as he was.
Alex took the cup gratefully and eagerly sipped at its contents. He was so nervous about tonight that his mouth was going dry! He finished his cup, and then refilled it, Adam doing the same seconds later.
Adam’s parents showed up a while later, along with Adam’s younger brother, Keith. Alex said hello to all of them, but his hands shook as he waved. Adam’s Mom and Dad had kind of always treated him like a member of their family, so they’d be happy if Alex really DID become a part of it, right? And Keith liked him well enough, too… He had no reason to worry about Adam’s family disapproving, none at all.
He worried anyway.
Mostly, he was worried about his OWN family. His Mom, Grandmother and most of his siblings would be happy for him, but he couldn’t help remembering the scary encounter he’d had with Papa at the store a few months ago. Papa would be furious about Alex marrying Adam. Papa had always told him growing up that HE would choose Alex’s spouse once he was old enough. There was a very specific ‘courtship’ process Alex was supposed to go through, involving Papa picking a suitable man from another family in their church, then monitoring their dates for a few months. Once the man decided he’d like to marry Alex, he would then have to ask Papa’s permission, and if Papa said it was okay, they would all begin planning the wedding together.
He’d told Adam about the process once, a little while after they’d first met. Adam had immediately asked “But, wait… Where’s the part where YOU decide if you wanna be with that dude forever or not?”
And Alex had just shrugged, “I don’t decide. I guess I just have to hope I like him.”
“Alex. That’s, like, super messed up,” Adam had told him. “You know that, don’t you?”
Alex hadn’t known that. Not at the time, anyway…
“I mean, what if the guy just ACTS nice around your Dad, and then when he’s not watching, he… Like, hits you, or something? Are you not allowed to say that you don’t wanna be with a person like that?”
Alex had never considered that before. He knew Papa hit Mom an awful lot, usually not in front of him, but he still HEARD it often enough to know what was happening. He’d seen Mom crying afterwards, she talked about how she felt trapped… “I— I think I’d still have to marry him if Papa said so… And, the church says we’re not allowed to divorce, so… If he hit me, I’d need to just…”
Adam noticed Alex’s eyes welling up. “Hey, hey… No, don’t cry,” he said. “I wasn’t trying to make you cry… I— I really don’t think your Dad should be allowed to pick… But, I hope whoever it is gives you lots of hugs, and makes sure you know he loves you.”
“I hope so too…”
And after that, Alex ended up not following the courtship process at all. He’d chosen Adam for himself.
Papa would be furious if they got married. If the fact Alex was marrying Adam wasn’t enough to set him off, Alex wearing a suit to his wedding would probably make the man just explode. Of course, Alex didn’t NEED to tell Papa, but did new marriages get, like, published somewhere? Like, in the news, or anywhere else Papa would see? Papa could find out without Alex saying a word!
Alex would have to ask Adam if there was a way to make sure Papa didn’t hear the news. But, he couldn’t ask THAT until after he knew Adam wanted to get married to start with!
He and Adam sat down in a couple of the chairs, waiting for Alice’s wedding to start. By that point, they’d both filled their water cups a few more times, and were still thirsty enough to take occasional sips from them while they waited.
Adam thought he should probably STOP drinking pretty soon. He was beginning to feel a slight urge to use the toilet, and he wasn’t sure where exactly he could go to take care of that. He hoped he wouldn’t have to wait until dinner…
The best course of action would be to stop sending any more water to his bladder, and stop THINKING about needing to pee until after he’d found a spot to go. But, now that he was concentrating so much on not doing those things, his throat was feeling extremely parched, and his every thought quickly started to involve using the restroom. Despite his attempts to ignore his thirst, he finished his cup once more a few minutes later, all of it now flowing through his body.
Adam glanced from side to side, they were out in a big field in the middle of a park. Parks typically had bathrooms around the pathways, but he couldn’t see any from where he was. He was sure there HAD to be a toilet somewhere close by, and was beginning to think he should just get up and ask somebody for directions, but then people were gathering around the makeshift stage and Adam knew the wedding was about to begin.
He could hold it through the ceremony, at least. He didn’t need to go THAT much. As soon as it was over, he’d ask where to go to alleviate his little problem.
Alex nervously rubbed his hands over his thighs, patting his pocket yet again to make sure the ring hadn’t rolled out of it. It was still there. Good.
Alex… Needed to go to the bathroom. Not good.
How much water had he drank? He’d filled that cup up four— No, five!— times, hadn’t he? Oh, what an awful idea! But, he always drank more when he was anxious, and it was also so warm out today, he just hadn’t been thinking!
He’d been to weddings before, both at his old church and his new one. They varied in length, and he THOUGHT he could probably contain himself until the end so long as he rushed to the toilet right away afterwards. Wait, where were the toilets? He looked back and forth, not spotting anything that looked as though it would house a restroom.
People were milling about on the stage, and Alex wondered if he had time to tell Adam he needed to go. Adam would find him a spot right away, he knew. “Adam, I—“
Before he could finish, the processional began, the groom walked down the aisle, followed by the best man, the groomsmen and the bridesmaids.
Alex was going to have to wait.
He was distracted for a little bit, Adam’s younger cousin Sam made a really cute ring bearer, and the groom’s sister was an adorable flower girl. He also liked seeing Alice being walked down the aisle with both of her parents, but it made his chest twist a little too; Only one of his parents would even consider attending HIS wedding…
The officiant started to give a few opening remarks, and talked for so long that Alex was really feeling his need again. It was growing worse by the second, his bladder steadily expanding to accommodate all of the water he’d foolishly guzzled. He rubbed his hands over his thighs some more, growing agitated. He was fighting not to tap his feet, cross his legs, or do anything that could be seen as ‘disruptive.’
Adam had been certain that his suit fit him just right this morning, but now he was having second thoughts. It was beginning to feel too small, constricting, especially around his waist. It was seriously squeezing into him there, cutting sharply into a very sensitive area of his body. His kidneys were continuing to pump more liquid into his bladder, and he seriously wished they’d take a break from that for a few minutes! He could assure them, he had more than enough pee to deal with already!
As casually as he could, he crossed his ankles together and allowed them to rub up against one another, squeezing his thighs. He tried to pay attention to everything on stage, all the things about Alice and her soon-to-be-husband, how they’d met, how happy they were. There were a few readings that followed, poems that the two found meaningful, and Adam tried to distract himself by thinking of things he’d want read at HIS wedding if Alex said ‘Yes’ tonight.
But, Adam couldn’t concentrate well enough. His bladder was way too full to allow him to think of anything that didn’t involve urinating. He was sure that reading poems about needing to go to the toilet super, super badly would make for an extremely odd wedding.
Alex had enjoyed the first few poems well enough, but now he couldn’t stop wondering how many more there were going to be. He leaned backwards a bit, his aching bladder sloshing with the tiny motion. He could no longer stop himself from fidgeting, and his legs were now ever so slightly pressed together, rubbing each other up and down to ease away a little bit of the pressure. It was barely even helping. He needed to move around MORE.
For a while, Alex wasn’t able to pay attention to the poems at all, but then they were reading one about two streams joining together, full of way too much watery imagery, and he couldn’t make himself STOP listening! Every last word was like a mallet to his bladder, and he shook in his seat, unable to help himself from jiggling. When someone in the row ahead of him turned around, he forced himself to go mostly still again, grinding hard against his chair. His bladder was painful inside him now, a furious orb of tension that refused to ease.
Next, Alice and Mark lit up a candle together. Adam hoped that, with the poems out of the way, the ceremony would be ending soon. It didn’t feel like his bladder could take much more of this. He kept gazing out into the field, imagining how good it would feel to water the grass for a couple minutes. He was not looking forward to having to stand back up again after being seated for so long. He knew it would make his need so much worse…
He crossed one leg over the other, leaning forwards and chewing on his lip. Alice and Mark were exchanging their vows now, and Adam was gritting his teeth to avoid releasing a groan. His bladder just wouldn’t settle down, the throbs were constant, getting harsher and harsher. His urethra was stinging with the need to just let it all come flowing out…
Following his thoughts, a trickle released itself into his boxers, and his hand tucked itself between his legs, before he began to rock against his arm. This suit was expensive! He couldn’t let himself get it even a little damp! He pressed his other hand against his groin and hoped that relief would be coming soon.
Alex turned, saw Adam’s obvious distress, and actually felt somewhat better knowing his boyfriend was suffering from the same thing he was. It was awful, but he was grateful he didn’t have to be alone in this. Seeing as Adam was holding himself without anyone noticing, Alex did the same thing, the tiniest modicum of relief hitting him the second he’d gotten a grip on things. Having a nice, physical barricade between his bladder and the outside world was helping so much.
The person on his other side was looking at him now though, and Alex shamefully let go, embarrassed by his blatant display of desperation. The man turned back away from him, and Alex even thought about asking him if there was a bathroom close by he could maybe run to, but he knew better. No way could he make a run for it without everyone turning to stare, he’d interrupt the entire ceremony!
He just… Had to wait.
As Alice and Mark continued with their vows, Alex tried to come up with something to say at his and Adam’s wedding (If it happened… Which, considering he was probably going to wet his pants, he wasn’t so confident if Adam would say ‘yes’ anymore or not.)
Alex imagined himself at his wedding, standing beside Adam, telling him just how much he loved him. ’Adam, you changed my life. Without you, I wouldn’t even be me. And, now I wanna be me WITH you, forever. I love—‘ He pictured himself suddenly breaking off mid-sentence, doubling over, gripping his crotch for dear life and exclaiming ‘—Ah, I need a break! I can’t hold it!’
Alex cringed. That would be the worst wedding in history…
Adam no longer cared if he was drawing attention to himself anymore. He just had to go, and he was gonna do whatever it took to KEEP himself from going in his pants. He crossed and uncrossed his legs, fidgeting wildly, rocking back and forth in his chair, squeezing himself tighter and tighter. None of it was very helpful, because a trickle of urine beaded out of him anyway, and he whimpered softly. His bladder begged for release, and he refused to give in.
Alice and Mark each placed a ring on one another’s fingers and Alex exhaled a slow, shaky breath. They were nearing the end now. Reminded, he touched his pocket again, satisfied when he felt the lump of the ring there. ‘Oooh, hurry…’ he thought, hoping the sounds of his feet tapping weren’t too loud. ‘I need the bathroom now! I’m gonna have an accident if you don’t hurry!’ Just thinking about having an accident was making it a self-fulfilling prophecy, causing a few jets of pee to squirt into his boxers. He doubled over, squeezing himself again, it didn’t matter if that man looked at him again, he just needed to hold it! He didn’t want to pee in the fancy, expensive suit Adam had picked for him!
He looked up in time to see Alice and Mark kiss, and his eyes welled up. It was almost over. So close. He’d be peeing soon! His bladder got a little over-excited, it cramped and tried its best to force him to start peeing right NOW.
The bride and groom turned back to all their guests and walked back up the aisle together, followed by their wedding party and a lot of applauding. Adam tried to clap too, but his hands were both already occupied with something his body deemed a LOT more important.
Alex managed to clap a little, but he couldn’t handle it for very long before he needed to shove his hands back against his crotch. As everything quieted down, Alex reached a hand to grip Adam’s arm.
Adam was startled, and a spurt of pee dribbled from him. “Hm, wha—“ He turned. “O—Oh, you’re about ready to burst too, huh?” He whispered.
“Adam, I need the bathroom now…” Alex mumbled.
“I—I know,” Adam said. “So do I. L—Let’s get up, and say goodbye to everyone, and ask where th—the bathroom is, okay?” Adam gently got to his feet, just as he’d suspected, his bladder did NOT enjoy the sudden change in position. It surged downwards, and he folded himself in half as his opening trembled against the tide.
Alex got up after him, jiggling up and down with frantic energy. He hoped the toilets were close. He really didn’t have much time left! After a few seconds, he was able to pry his hands away from his crotch and check his pocket again.
The ring was still there.
Adam shuffled out of their aisle, and Alex stayed right beside him. Adam took slow, careful steps, determined not to soak his fancy outfit. ‘Imagine trying to propose to Alex immediately after pissing yourself…’ he thought bitterly. He sucked in a sharp breath— He’d been squirming around so much, what if—
He forced a hand away from his groin and felt for the ring in his pocket. He felt a little TOO relieved once he’d confirmed its presence, a slosh of pee splashing into his boxers. “Ahhh—“ he shoved the hand back against himself.
Within minutes, they were beside Adam’s Mom and brother again. Keith giggled at the sight of them. “Adam looks like he’s gonna wet himself!” He announced way, WAY too loudly.
“Keith…” Adam’s Mom sighed, then looked at Adam and Alex. “Oh, you BOTH need to go, huh?”
Adam nodded. “We’ve been holding it through the whole thing,” he said. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Just a little bit down that trail,” his Mom pointed. “Your father went that way a few minutes ago.”
“Th—Thank you,” Adam said. “C—Come on, Alex…”
They hurried down the trail as fast as their bodies would allow. Alex lost quite a few errant dribbles as they walked. His bladder just couldn’t handle being bounced around so much! He was probably gonna cry tears of relief when he finally saw the toilets.
Alex was half right. He DID feel like crying when he spotted the restroom, but NOT out of relief. He felt like crying because it looked like every man that had attended the wedding was lined up to use it, and there was no way he’d make it through all of them dry.
“Ah, shit…” Adam muttered. He too didn’t think he could last through that whole line.
But, this was a park! Trees and bushes everywhere! Plenty of other places to go! He gripped Alex by the arm and tugged him into the brush. He’d expected Alex to protest, but his boyfriend only whimpered a little at being jerked around too much.
“H—Here?” Alex asked, sounding as though he was pleading for permission even though this had been Adam’s idea to start with.
“Here,” Adam confirmed.
They both gripped their zippers and were just about to yank them down when someone came up behind them. Some guy Adam didn’t know, probably a relative of Mark’s. “You know there’s a toilet right there, don’t you?” He asked.
Adam released his zipper, hopping from foot to foot. “The line is too—“
“W—We’re sorry…” Alex shamefully stopped trying to get his clothes adjusted. “We won’t go here, promise! Please don’t tell anybody!”
Adam’s heart sank. Great. Now Alex was convinced he’d been about to do something really, really bad. No way would he agree to water the bush once this guy walked away. And Adam wouldn’t do it either if Alex was gonna be still stuck holding it.
Once the stranger had left them alone, Adam choked out “The restaurant is, like, a five minute drive. Can you make it until then?”
Alex nodded. He HAD to!
Adam hoped HE could do the same.
They fumbled and dragged themselves back to the car. They were both leaking, dripping little drops, but were managing to hold back the typhoons raging inside of them. Adam flicked the car on and anxiously pulled out. He was IMMENSELY grateful that his car was electric, he didn’t think he’d be able to handle the slight rumbling jostle of a gas-powered engine right now.
The ride was smooth, but needing to use his foot to work the pedal meant that he couldn’t cross his legs anymore. And, at least one hand needed to stay on the steering wheel, so he wasn’t getting a good grip on himself anymore, either. He envied Alex for not needing to drive, he could squirm, writhe and clutch himself for all he was worth.
All Adam could do was tense his thighs up and squeeze with one hand as hard as he could.
Alex curled over on himself when they went over a speed bump. “H—How much longer, Adam?” he mewled.
“Almost there,” Adam said. “Super close. You can make it.”
A few more turns, and they were parked in front of the restaurant. They both scrambled out and hurried to the door. Adam knew they must not have looked that great, two guys in rumpled suits, clearly fighting not to soak them in piss. If there wasn’t a toilet in this place they could use right away, he felt like he was gonna end up breaking something.
He shoved the door open and they stepped inside. The hostess greeted them, staring at their distressed posture and the hands wedged between their trembling thighs. “Er… Do you have a reserva—“
“W—We do,” Adam said. “But, uh, bathroom first, please?”
“Of course,” she told them.
Alex blushed hard, even though HE hadn’t been the one to interrupt and plead for the toilet. He still LOOKED as desperate as Adam did.
The hostess led them down a hallway and to a set of doors. “Th—Thank you,” Alex managed as Adam simply flung the door open.
Alex scurried in after him, and he nearly just started peeing when he saw the urinals. His bladder didn’t have many seconds left to spare. He hurried to the closest one, unzipping the entire way there. He’d gotten his prosthetic out, and was already positively gushing a few steps from the urinal. A little bit hit the floor, and he felt absolutely HORRIBLE, but then all that remained was the satisfying hiss of relief as his stream flowed into the porcelain.
Adam hobbled up beside him and let go of his own bladder. He couldn’t help it, he was instantly moaning as soon as the first few drops had splashed out. His poor bladder had been near bursting a second ago, and now it was finally ALL pouring out. “Ahhhhhh….”
Alex panted and gasped, shivering from head to toe and going light-headed. His unrelenting torrent slowing for a few seconds when he needed to catch his breath, and then resuming at full force. It took over a minute before its power was reduced to the level of a standard “I really gotta go!” pee break, instead of the ‘I’m gonna wet my pants!’ sort of stream he’d been releasing at first, and then it took nearly ANOTHER full minute after that before he’d stopped entirely. He was trembling as he tucked his dick back into his pants and zipped them. “Ohhh, thank goodness…” he murmured.
Adam finished a few seconds later, stumbling backwards and so out of it from the relief that he didn’t remember to zip his pants closed again. Dizzy, he turned to Alex. “I… I can’t believe I made that…” he said.
“Me neither,” Alex admitted, heading to the sinks. He cranked one on, and didn’t think it managed to match the volume both of their streams combined had reached. “That was… I— I got some on the— I started going before I was at the urinal…”
“I know…” Adam said, washing his own hands off. “I’m just glad all of that’s not IN you anymore, though. If you were feeling it like I was, it must have hurt…”
“It did,” Alex agreed. “I’m actually kinda nervous to leave the bathroom in case it turns out there’s more in there…”
“Heh, I think you got it all,” Adam said. “But, let’s make sure we go AGAIN before driving home.”
Alex nodded. He felt so relaxed now after such a relieving pee that he suddenly WASN’T so nervous about proposing to Adam. He felt like he could do it right now!
Without a second thought, Alex said; “Adam, there’s something I wanted to ask you today…”
Adam leaned against the sinks, so content. It was amazing how much better a good, long piss could make him feel. He wasn’t sure why he’d been stressed out about the proposal all day. Of course Alex would say yes… “What is it?”
“Um…” Alex touched his pocket, then started to reach in. “I… I really, really love you,” he began. “You’re my most favorite person in the world, and I’m so happy I get to spend every day with you, and… Uh… I want to— To keep doing that forever, and…” He pulled out the ring. “Um… Would you please… Be my husband now, maybe?”
To Alex’s surprise, Adam didn’t say yes OR no, he just laughed. “Pfft— Hahahaha!”
Alex shrank away. “I—If you don’t think we’re ready—“
“Ah— Sweet thing—It’s not that— You just— You proposed to me in a public restroom!” Adam snorted.
Alex blinked. He… HAD just done that, hadn’t he? “I—“
“A—And—“ Adam kept laughing, and he pulled the ring from his own pocket. “I was gonna— Tonight, I was gonna—“
Alex stared at the ring, and then he started laughing, too. “You— We were BOTH—“ Unable to hold it back, he doubled over and laughed so much tears came to his eyes. Once he’d gotten ahold of himself, he took the ring from Adam’s hand. “S—So, I guess that’s a ‘yes’?”
Adam wrapped his arms around Alex, “Yes!” he said, before giving him a kiss. “Nothing would make me happier!”
They pulled apart, and Alex slipped the ring onto his finger, then gave Adam the other one. “I h—hope it fits you okay. And I h—had something written on it, let me know if it’s too…”
Adam looked at the ring. “‘Forever your sweet thing…’” he read. “Awww… There’s stuff written on yours, too!”
Alex took it off and looked at it more closely. “1 Corinthians 13?”
“Yeah, it made me think of you,” Adam said. “You like it?”
“Of course I like it,” Alex said, his eyes welling up. “This is… I love it. I love you.”
Adam put his own ring on, and Alex was happy to see that it fit. “Let’s go have dinner now, sweet thing.”
Alex nodded and they were about to walk out the door when he suddenly stopped. “Er… Adam, your fly is still down…”
Adam glanced at his pants and blushed furiously. “Why didn’t you say that BEFORE I proposed to you?”
“I just noticed!” Alex said.
“Aw, it’s okay,” Adam said, giving him another kiss as he fixed his zipper. “I love you so much…” |
Written for the 12 Days of Omo prompt "Wetting the bed on Christmas Eve".
***
It was Christmas Eve, and Adam had gotten a special surprise for Alex. “You can have one of your presents early,” he told him. “I know how excited you get on Christmas, and that you have trouble sleeping…” He produced a box from behind his back. “So, I thought you’d like this tonight.”
Alex looked over the box, which contained a peppermint tea mix that claimed it worked as a good natural sleep aid. Alex agreed that he could use the help tonight— He was so looking forward to giving his younger siblings their presents tomorrow that it probably WOULD be tricky for him to get to bed!
Adam mixed the tea up for him, and Alex drank it. The minty flavor tingled on his tongue and all the way down his throat. It was so warm, too. Soothing, and heating up his body. He finished one cup, and asked for another.
Adam obliged, and Alex polished this one off too, already feeling more tired than he had before. He yawned. “Mmmf, thank you Adam,” he said. “I think it’s working…” His eyelids drooped.
“Heh, okay,” Adam said. “Let’s get ready for bed, then.”
They showered and changed into their pajamas, Alex nearly nodding off the entire time. The shower water was so warm, like a blanket. Adam kept having to help him loll his head back up. “Aww, maybe I should have given you the tea after this, I didn’t think it would work so well on you.”
As Alex blearily brushed his teeth, Adam relieved his bladder into the toilet. Alex finished with his teeth and started to stumble out of the room, but Adam stopped him and told him to go pee first. “R—Right…” Alex mumbled, unbuttoning his pajamas and tiredly guiding his stream into the toilet. He shivered, his bladder shrinking and making him realize he really HAD needed to go. It was a really good thing Adam had reminded him.
Finally, Alex was in bed, beneath the nice, warm covers and Adam had joined him a minute later, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his forehead. “Goodnight, sweet thing…” he whispered. Alex snuggled against him, thinking about tomorrow.
They were going to tell Alex’s Mom that they were engaged tomorrow. He had a feeling she’d be very happy to hear that. And, soon, when they cuddled in bed like this, they’d be doing it as a married couple. He wondered if it would feel different then, if all the fuzzy, soft warmth in his chest would be even better… “I love you…” he said softly before finally succumbing to his drowsiness.
***
Alex was at the shopping mall, trying to remember what he was supposed to buy. But, he couldn’t remember, because he couldn’t think. He couldn’t even breathe! All he could do was focus every last scrap of his energy upon a tight, boiling ball of tension flaring angrily just beneath the taut skin of his abdomen.
If he could just please, please, please get to a bathroom soon…
Getting ANYWHERE soon wasn’t going to be easy. Alex’s shorts felt like a binder over his bladder, and every step seemed to jostle him with a purposefully cruel amount of motion and brought a hard, stinging pressure between his legs.
It didn’t help that Alex had no idea where the bathroom even WAS. If he could only find a toilet— Or maybe just a map telling him where the toilets were, he’d be okay! As it was, the agony in his core was only building and building with no end in sight!
Ooooh, where was Adam? Adam HAD come with him, right? Alex needed to relieve himself so badly that he couldn’t remember ANYTHING about the last hour or so of his life.
He spotted Adam a little ways ahead of him, looking into the window of one of the stores. Alex took off towards him, the harsh lurching of his feet causing his bladder’s contents to slosh blisteringly strong against his opening. He made it to Adam’s side and wrapped a hand around his partner’s arm, gasping out “Adam, Adam— I gotta— I need the bathroom now!”
“O—Oh,” Adam said, turning to run a soothing hand down his back. “Poor thing… You should have said something earlier!”
Had Alex tried to speak up before now…? He couldn’t remember THAT either, but apparently he must have stayed silent about his need until right this very second when he felt moments away from creating a huge puddle on the floor. “I’m sorry,” Alex said, hoping from foot to foot, his shoes clicking loudly against the ground.
“Aw, it’s okay,” Adam said. “I’ll find you a bathroom really fast, I promise.”
Adam led him off, and Alex bit back an anguished cry when he looked down and spotted the considerable bulge of his bladder. It was protruding out in a very noticeable ball on his small frame. He didn’t just FEEL like he was going to explode, he LOOKED like he’d explode, too!
Alex was taking such slow, careful steps, knowing all too well how devastating the wrong move could be for his body. He gripped himself, letting out tiny mewls of discomfort. His bladder sloshed, pee struggling against his trembling exit. His sphincters were assailed by a horrendous pain, heaviness bearing down against his aching urethra. “Ahhhnnnn—!” He grunted.
“Alex?” Adam asked. “I think we’re close, just hang on…”
“I’m gonna burst…” Alex said tearfully. “I have to go so bad!”
“Shhh…” Adam said, taking hold of the hand Alex didn’t have worked against his crotch. “Just a little further… Let’s go… Right here…”
Alex looked up and saw Adam shoving open the door to a restroom. Finally, finally…
Peeing was all he could think of as he hobbled past the threshold, thoughts of the urinal that he was about to see making his jaw tighten and his stomach flutter. He couldn’t stand this much longer…
He stumbled further into the room, glancing back and forth until he spotted the long row of urinals… Which had been installed about six feet above the floor for some reason. Alex couldn’t possibly reach high enough to pee into any of them. He didn’t think he’d ever seen ANYBODY that would be able to release their stream so high up!
It was such a weird way to set up a restroom, and Alex had to assume whoever had done it had just thought it would be funny. Alex didn’t think it was funny, but at least he could see two stalls on the other side of the room. He’d be able to use those! He rushed towards them and opened one of them eagerly.
Then his heart sank and almost crashed into his full bladder as he saw what was inside. Instead of a toilet, there was a very expensive looking, velvet reclining chair. He couldn’t be meant to pee on that, right? The chair didn’t appear stained, and it didn’t smell bad, so it seemed nobody else had ever peed onto it.
Ohhhh, but Alex had to go somewhere!
He’d… He’d go on the chair! If they didn’t want him urinating on it, then they shouldn’t have put it in a toilet stall! “Nnnnh!” He cringed, his throat insultingly dry in spite of all the liquid fighting to break out of his body. His hands flew to his zipper and yanked it down. ‘I need to— I can’t hold it— I need it now!’ His brain screamed, lost inside of his desperate haze. He pulled his prosthetic out and took a deep, deep breath as he shut his eyes. If he didn’t see the chair, it would feel less weird!
He felt his pee right at the edge of his sphincter, and was already starting to shudder in anticipation of the mind breaking relief he was sure to feel any second now.
But, then he heard Adam, “O—Oh, Alex! Don’t go!”
Every muscle Alex had cramped and his liquid retreated into the agonizing walls of his bladder once again. “But, Adam, I NEED t—“
“This isn’t an actual bathroom,” Adam said. “They’re shooting a movie here, it’s one of the sets.”
Alex zipped up, deciding that explained the oddness of this restroom. He pushed his way out of the stall. “Find me somewhere I can go, please?” He begged.
“Of course,” Adam assured, leading Alex back out of the ‘restroom’ and into the main mall again. The mall looked different somehow now. It was a lot more empty, the benches were gone and some of the stores Alex had been certain were open before were now gutted and closed, and they seemed to be more spread out than before, too. There was a vast expanse of vacant floor that spread out in all directions, and Alex couldn’t see far enough to spot a bathroom.
‘Didn’t Adam say empty space freaks him out?’ Alex recalled.
Sure enough, Adam turned to Alex with an odd look on his face. “Jeez, this place is kinda creepy…” he said. “We should leave.”
“B—Bathroom first?” Alex asked, eyes watering. “I’m sorry, I need to go super bad…”
“R—Right,” Adam said. “Don’t worry… Maybe there’s a bathroom upstairs.” Adam headed for the elevator, and Alex tried his absolute best to trail after him The spasms that moved through his absolutely FULL bladder were so intense that he was fighting hard not to cry.
The elevator may as well have been three cities away with how much strength it took Alex to walk to it. Inside Alex leaned against the wall and crossed his legs, his thighs squeezing and his hands clutching in between them. Adam hit the button for the next floor and Alex begged for the elevator to move fast— And for there to be a usable bathroom right in front of those doors the second they opened. His bladder was a painful, swollen balloon inside of him and there just wasn’t room in his body for it! “Ooooohhhh,” he moaned. “Nnnnh…. Adam— I can’t…” his face was all squished up, mouth dropping open as he panted frantically, almost hyperventilating.
“It’s okay…” Adam came to his side and patted his back, all along his tense spine. “Just a few more minutes…”
“O—Okay,” Alex whimpered, feeling a hot trickle roll down his inner thigh. “Ah—!” He gasped. There was nothing in his mind save for the immense, overpowering need to pee and ideas of what he could do to make that happen. The world seemed to all go foggy as he imagined simply giving up entirely, letting everything rush down his legs as he moaned and trembled with relief.
He shook his head, he couldn’t, he couldn’t— Another spurt leaked out of him. Then another, and another, and another. “Hah— Ahhhh—! It’s coming out!” He exclaimed miserably.
“I—It’s okay, I’ve got you…” Adam said, and then Alex felt his shorts being moved down his thighs, felt himself being lowered, felt something cool beneath his thighs. “Safe now,” Adam told him.
Alex’s eyes cracked open and he was staring up at Adam, he recognized the blue tiled walls of a restroom, and the locked stall behind Adam, he looked down and saw he was sitting on a toilet. He could barely believe his eyes, when had THAT happened? Was he hallucinating? “I—“
“You can pee now, Alex,” Adam said. “I carried you here, just let go, alright?”
Alex was so exhausted by that point that he simply moaned and told his body to release all of its liquid. He felt the first desperate, eager squirt of pee gush out of him, hissing into the bowl. For some reason, he was having trouble going any more than that. His eyes watered, tears rolling down his cheeks. He just wanted to go… Why couldn’t he go? He had to! NOW!
“Go ahead,” Adam repeated. “D—Do you wanna stand instead? I just sat you down since you couldn’t walk, I can help you back up?”
“It won’t come out,” Alex said, voice straining with pain. “It won’t let me go…”
“Just— Just relax, sweet thing,” Adam encouraged. “I think you waited too long… It’s okay!”
One more eruption of pee squirted out, and Alex felt oddly warm as it splashed into the bowl. This was followed by a few more errant drops, not at all the explosion Alex so badly wanted to feel… Why couldn’t he just GO!? Something inside of him was just refusing to let him unclench! “Adam, help? It hurts so bad!”
Adam came closer to him, put a hand to his shoulder and rubbed gently. “It will be alright, just let it happen…”
A wet trickle emerged and pattered gently into the bowl, and then there was a feeling of something in his center almost ‘popping’, and with that he was at last letting it all loose. A solid, thick stream of pure relief surged forth loudly, an absolute waterfall cascading and spattering against the water within the toilet. “Ahhhhhhhhh….” Alex moaned, eyes fluttering. He was in paradise now, the sensations of release were nothing short of exquisite. He shivered with raw satisfaction, the jet of pee surging, his bladder shrinking, his mouth hanging open with pure delight.
Adam began to hug him, rubbing up and down his back. “There you go… Good boy… Good Alex… Just let it go, all better… Poor thing!” Alex snuggled into him. Adam was so, so warm…
***
Adam’s eyes cracked open. He felt so, so warm, and a little… Damp? Confused and groggy, he sat up and looked around. His butt felt really soggy for some reason, and he could hear a hissing noise. For a second, he was worried he was in the process of wetting himself, but then he remembered that if THAT were the case, the wet feeling would be on his crotch and he still felt dry there—
He turned, seeing a dark stain growing across Alex’s lap and spreading out onto the sheets beneath him. Alex was still fast asleep, a wide, relaxed smile on his face.
Oh no…
Why hadn’t Adam woken up a few minutes earlier? He could have noticed Alex’s emergency and carried him to the toilet like he’d done once before! He was too late this time, and Alex was going to be absolutely DEVASTATED when he woke up and realized what he’d done!
What an awful way to start Christmas, wetting the bed and probably breaking down into tears over it…
There had to have been something Adam could do, right? The hissing noise had stopped, Alex had finished going… God, the sheets were soaked, Alex must have needed that really bad…
Adam ALSO needed it really bad— He HAD woken up for a reason, after all. His bladder was stretched out and hard in his stomach. He’d been in the midst of a pretty awful pee-dream where he’d been at the end of a long line of bursting men waiting for a single toilet, the line never moving and situated right beside the loudest fountain Adam had ever heard.
Maybe if Adam peed the bed as well, Alex wouldn’t be able to tell that HE’D done it? Yeah, they slept in one another’s embrace, if one of them peed the bed, the other would be wet too— As evidenced by the state of Adam’s back. Adam could just force himself to pee now, then when morning came he’d pretend that he’d had an accident— And had been the ONLY one to have one!
Adam laid back down and tried to relax his holding muscles. As bad as he needed to relieve himself, he’d thought this would be super easy to do! But, it wasn’t. He’d never deliberately gone in his pants before, and it was hard to make himself do it. Years of conditioning had trained him not to go if his clothes were in the way of his stream. He tried to remember his dream, how desperate he’d been during it, how awful the sound of the fountain had been, how he’d begged everyone in front of him to please let him go first and they’d all told him “Hold it, I’ve been waiting for ages, too!”
He thought about waterfalls and rivers, and about drinking huge glasses of water. He thought about toilets and urinals, he thought about unzipping himself in front of one and releasing something he’d been holding for long enough that it was beginning to turn his stomach.
Finally, he felt a sharp twinge at his opening, and he squeezed hard on his muscles to allow that to turn into a dribble, and then a stream. Pee gushed out and into his pajamas, rapidly warming them with wet heat. The fabric felt heavy and sticky, clinging to his thighs as more liquid filled it.
He blushed hard, he couldn’t believe he was actually doing this! He was peeing himself. And on purpose, too! It… It felt good, there was an immense lessening of the tension inside his body, and it was so NICE to allow his bladder to finally deflate. He pushed to make it come faster as he shut his eyes and pretended he was doing this into a toilet instead.
Alex started to stir, his eyes opening a moment later. He heard a very weird noise, and his crotch felt sticky and cold. ‘What’s—‘ He remembered what he’d been dreaming about, and how he’d finally managed to relieve his bladder… No, no, no— His crotch was saturated, he’d—
Tears sprang to his eyes, he’d peed the bed, and was STILL going, he tightened up his muscles,
but realized he didn’t feel his bladder loosening up, he didn’t feel like he was peeing, so the hissing wasn’t coming from him— He looked over at Adam, seeing the wet spot building on his pants. Oh, no!
Alex shoved him, “Adam, Adam, wake up!” He whispered.
Adam opened his eyes, seeing Alex looking absolutely panic-stricken. He yawned, and tried to act like he was only just now waking up. “Hm…?” He let his eyes go wide. “O—Oh, no!” He put a hand between his legs, like he was trying to staunch the flow even though he could feel he was nearly finished.
“I—It’s okay!” Alex cried out. “I— I think I did that tonight, too.”
Adam’s heart sank. Alex HAD noticed his own accident, he hadn’t saved him… Adam felt the last of his pee spurt out and fought back the urge to sigh. Alex at least didn’t seem too upset for some reason, perhaps not being alone had helped? “G—Guess we both didn’t wake up in time…”
Alex shook his head and sniffled. “The tea made me sleep too much, and I think it went through me too fast… I’m sorry.”
“Hey, it’s alright,” Adam said. “I did it, too. I was… I was having the worst piss-dream ever, I swear.”
Alex managed a smile. “Couldn’t have been as bad as mine,” he said.
Adam kissed his cheek. “We can clean this up,” he assured. “It’s no big deal… I mean, we both peed before bed, that’s all we could have done about it.”
Alex nuzzled against him. “I’m still sorry… It’s Christmas, and now we have to wash the sheets…”
“That’s fine,” Adam said, pulling Alex closer. “I don’t mind. I… I feel a lot better than I did in my dream,” he added, trying to find more ways to cheer Alex up. “Don’t you?”
“…Y—Yeah,” Alex admitted after a second. “I… needed the bathroom so much that it hurt. It… It feels better now.”
“Good,” Adam said, giving him one more kiss. “Let’s get this sorted out and have a nice day now, alright?”
“Alright.” |
Written for the 12 Days of Omo prompt "Christmas at a relative's house".
***
Cleaning up the damp sheets and pajama bottoms didn’t take very long. They took them down to their building’s laundry room and they were dry and smelling fresh soon enough. A cloud seemed to hang over them both, however. Alex couldn’t believe he’d had an accident like that, especially not today!
Not only was it Christmas, it was also the day he’d been planning to tell his Mom that he was getting married! Marriage was one of the biggest signifiers that a person had become an adult, but Alex couldn’t be a real adult if he was still peeing in bed, could he?
Adam was anxious about their morning’s activities, too. In spite of everything he’d done to assure Alex that his accident hadn’t been a big deal, he knew his fiancé was sure to be in a very fragile state right now. He was glad Alex hadn’t broken down and cried this time, but he kept acting like he was right on the edge of it.
Going to see his siblings would probably get him back in some better spirits, though. Adam and Alex loaded all of the gifts into the backseat of their car, and when Adam slid into the driver’s seat, he felt a pressure that told him he’d forgotten to do something important.
And Alex had forgotten as well.
Adam knew that simply reminding Alex to go pee now would be an awful idea. Alex would feel like he was being put on the spot, and that Adam was so anxious about his bladder because he no longer believed Alex could properly control it. So, instead he found a different way to ensure Alex paid attention to his body. “Oh, almost forgot; I gotta pee before we leave,” he said. “Could you keep me company?”
Alex nodded, biting his lip. He hadn’t actually relieved himself at all today. The last time he’d peed had been when he’d accidentally let loose into the sheets while fast asleep. He definitely had to go, but he’d been trying to ignore it. After he’d wet himself, each subsequent trip to the toilet made his face burn. When he was younger and peed his clothes because he wasn’t able to wait through the line for the bathroom, Papa would always be so angry… Then, for at least the next couple days, any time he saw Alex heading to the toilet, he’d comment about it. “Oh, looks like someone ISN’T too lazy to use the bathroom this time, huh?”
The attention, the extra reminders of the fact he’d soaked himself (as if he could ever forget), filled Alex with humiliation. And then he’d put off each pee until he was wriggling and it had become an emergency, just to avoid the shame.
Adam didn’t taunt him like that when these things happened to him, but just having Adam SEE him go to the toilet after he’d wet himself was enough to make him feel embarrassed. He couldn’t shake the idea that Adam was watching him go into the restroom, and thinking about it. He had no doubt that Adam’s thoughts weren’t at all malicious, that they were probably more along the lines of ‘Okay, good. He’s gonna make it this time.’ But, that was embarrassing, too!
To his dismay, those feelings were just as strong today even though Adam had ALSO had an accident in the night.
They re-entered their apartment and Adam went to the restroom. Alex fidgeted in the doorway for a second before joining him. He unzipped and aimed, letting go of his bladder for the first time all day with a shivery sigh.
Adam relaxed a moment after Alex had, yet by the time he’d finished up, Alex was still pouring away. ‘Wow, he DID need to go…’ Adam thought. ‘Wait, has he gone today at ALL?’ He tried to recall, but couldn’t think of a single moment where Alex had excused himself for the restroom until now. ‘I guess he’s been excited, so he forgot?’ That didn’t sound right, though. Surely Alex must have been thinking a lot about urinating today, considering what had happened…
Well, that didn’t really matter. It was a good thing Adam had gotten him to empty out before they got on the road, he was certain there was going to be a lot of traffic and it would be just awful if Alex suddenly realized he was having an emergency when they were trapped with nowhere to pull over.
Alex zipped his pants and washed his hands, hoping he wasn’t blushing too much. “R—Ready now?” He asked.
Adam nodded.
A half hour later, caught in bumper to bumper traffic, Alex was noticing the first pangs from his bladder once more. This drive was always little long, but today it looked as though it would take ages to get there. Alex couldn’t even guess at when they might actually arrive at their destination.
He didn’t want to have to pee!
He’d just gone before they’d left!
But, it sure felt like he was needing it again…
The memory of standing in front of the toilet, just a mere thirty minutes ago, was making him anxiously tap his fingers against his thighs as his bladder twitched. ‘There’s no way you need to pee again,’ he told himself. ‘It hasn’t been long enough! You have a big bladder, remember?’
He did remember. He remembered nearly overflowing a one liter bottle and ACTUALLY overflowing a training potty. His cheeks burned, and he tried not to think about peeing anymore. He couldn’t stop, though. Every thought eventually came back to how awful the wet sheets had felt as they’d clung to him that morning, how clammy his boxers had been, how he’d peed his pants like a child and NOT like someone that was going to get married soon!
The car inched forward through the traffic, bit by bit. Minutes kept ticking by. Alex was adjusting his position frequently, uncomfortable in his seat.
“Adam?” He asked finally. “Is it gonna be like this the whole way there?”
“I’m afraid so,” Adam said. Alex’s tone made his heart clench, it wasn’t like him to sound so gloomy and anxious on Christmas. He reached over and squeezed Alex’s hand. “Sorry about the traffic, sweet thing,” he said. Really, he was apologizing again for what Alex had woken up to. “Once we see the little ones, I bet you’ll cheer right up.”
Alex nodded. “I—I’m okay,” he insisted, deep down wondering if any of his younger siblings had ALSO wet their sheets last night. If they’d all stayed dry when HE hadn’t managed it… He tensed his thighs up when a little jolting pang of need bloomed inside his bladder. The tension in his middle was growing tighter and tighter, and he KNEW that if he just stopped paying attention to it, it wouldn’t feel so strong anymore. He just couldn’t stop focusing on how every drop of liquid inside his filling bladder felt.
By the time they’d reached their destination, Alex was beyond ready to pee. He’d been crossing his legs for so long that they’d fallen asleep, and his fingers had been digging against his thighs. He unlatched his seatbelt, and when the strap pulled away from his aching bladder he released a heavy sigh. He hadn’t even noticed how much that thing had been digging into him until it was suddenly gone.
He carefully exited the car, gently placing his feet down on the ground. As he rose up, his brief respite abruptly ended and he was feeling the full brunt of his need once again. His bladder felt heavy and stretched out, a tautness just below his navel that made him fidget where he stood.
Adam got out as well and stretched. “Finally…” he said. “I didn’t think we’d ever get through all of that.”
Alex nodded as Adam went to grab some of the presents from the backseat. Alex really had to go… But, it wouldn’t be fair to make Adam do this all by himself. Besides, it would be awful embarrassing to burst into the house and run straight for the toilet. Alex could hold off for a little bit longer. Now that he was close to a bathroom again, he didn’t see a reason to worry himself over it.
Alex took an armload of the gifts and he and Adam went up to the front door. Adam clumsily rang the bell, trying not to drop everything he was carrying. Alex’s Mom answered a moment later and welcomed them inside. They placed all of the presents underneath the tree, said hello to Alex’s grandmother, and finally Alex turned to head towards one of the restrooms.
Before he could make the first step, he was mobbed by his younger brother and sisters. “Alex! You’re here” Charity cheered, hugging him tightly.
“What did you bring us?” Ben asked.
“Don’t be so rude, Ben!” Prudence scolded.
“Alex!” Mary grinned and hugged him from his other side.
Alex smiled at all of them. He was happy to see them, honestly! Just, now that Mary was clinging to his legs like that, he couldn’t CROSS them, and he suddenly wanted to do that really bad. It didn’t help that Charity’s arms were wrapped right around his bladder, and that her hugs were usually super tight. He felt like a balloon being stepped on.
“W—We were stuck in traffic a while,” Alex tried to explain, something in him insisting that he needed to JUSTIFY his desire for a pee break. Like, if he didn’t have a decent enough reason for his bladder to be full, they’d somehow all be able to guess that he’d failed to hold it in last night.
It didn’t matter what he said anyway, because nobody heard him. They all kept chattering at him, arguing with one another over who would get to play with Alex first.
“Come on, Alex,” Ben said. “I want to—“
“Ben wants to play a GROSS game,” Prudence interrupted. “Alex should come draw with me!”
“I wanna show him my presents!” Charity whined.
Alex started to run a hand through his hair anxiously as Charity led him over to the little tea set she’d received earlier that morning.
Alex crouched beside her, grateful that the cup being offered to him was only filled with imaginary liquid. If only the fluid in his bladder could be imaginary, too. Kneeling down had really upset the still filling organ. He knew he had to come up with a way to get to the bathroom soon without having to announce it…
Adam watched Alex playing with his little sister, paying particular attention to the hand his fiancé kept moving up to his pony-tail. Adam knew now what it meant when Alex fiddled with his hair like that, and assumed Alex would be excusing himself once Charity grew bored of the game.
Alex had been hoping to do that, but before he had a chance, Grandma said it was time for everyone to start getting ready for church. So, rather than peeing, Alex’s next several minutes were taken up by helping all of the little ones get dressed, and making sure that THEY all used the toilet before they left. Every time the bathroom door shut, the sound of the lock clicking felt like a kick to Alex’s bladder.
He made himself wait AWAY from the restroom, so that he wouldn’t have to hear the toilet flushing, so that he wouldn’t start squirming and jiggling beside the door, so that it wouldn’t be brutally obvious that he was beginning to get desperate for some relief.
Adam watched Alex standing awkwardly in the living room as he waited for one of the restrooms to free up. Alex’s legs had crossed together in a way that looked almost casual— If he weren’t messing with his hair, Adam wouldn’t have thought he needed to go.
Several minutes later, Ben, Prudence, Charity and Mary were all ready to leave. Alex ushered them out to their Mom’s van, helped Mary into her car-seat, and all the while Adam kept waiting for him to turn back around and go use the bathroom.
He didn’t… He just got right into the van. Confused, Adam took the seat beside him. So, maybe Alex DIDN’T have to pee…? Before Adam could allow himself to think that, Alex was bouncing his legs, fanning his knees in and out. “Sweet thing…?” He whispered. “You sure you’re ready to go?”
Alex nodded. His siblings had all taken so long to get ready, he didn’t want to make the family late just because he wanted a bathroom break. He’d go once they got to the church.
Once everyone was in the van and Mom began the drive, Alex fought back his whimpers. He’d forgotten how much bouncier a big van was compared to a little, electric car like Adam’s… And, of course he’d stupidly decided to sit in the back— The worst seat to take when in need of a toilet. ‘It won’t be long,’ he thought. Just a few minutes, and then he’d be at a urinal, freeing himself from the growing tension inside of him.
His desperation was blatant to Adam. Alex was chewing his lip, fidgeting his hips in all directions, bouncing his knee up and down. When they went over a bump in the road, Alex gasped softly and bent forwards, posture radiating with urgency.
They got to the church and everyone filed in for the service. It was a lot more crowded today than it usually was— The people who didn’t attend that often still always showed up on Christmas. It took a while to find an area with enough vacancy for all of them to sit down, and when Alex took his place, his bladder cramped and stabbed at him sharply.
This would likely be the best opportunity to use the bathroom Alex would get all day. Right now, he didn’t even have to SAY that he was going to the toilet to be able to be excused. He could tell everyone he was going somewhere ELSE, and so long as they didn’t follow, they wouldn’t know he’d needed to pee— They wouldn’t have any reason to think about him peeing. They wouldn’t have any reason to wonder if he’d had any accidents recently.
Alex stood, the liquid within him rushing downwards and causing him to stumble. “I am going to… Uh… Try and grab some of the cookies before they run out,” he said.
His Mom waved him off and Alex hurried out of the room. He was staring down at the ground, watching his feet. His legs buzzed so much with the need to squirm, and he was worried he’d trip if he wasn’t careful. After a few more turns, he released an involuntary groan at the sight of a very long line. It was so massive that it wrapped around the wall in an L shape, and when Alex took his spot at the back of it, he couldn’t even SEE the door to the men’s room he needed. “Mmmf…” he whimpered, crossing his legs.
When he saw the knot he was tying himself in, he blushed fiercely and tried to straighten out. There was only one reason a person would be contorting themselves like that while standing in line for a toilet. Anyone who laid eyes on him would know he needed to pee, they’d know how badly he needed to pee and, somehow, they’d know that he’d peed his bed last night.
The hand that had been just about to make contact with his crotch curled around his waistband instead and he told himself to wait. Patience was a virtue, after all. Alex should do his best to display such behavior at ALL times, but especially in church… Although he doubted ‘Be patient when you’re bursting to pee and you have to wait through, like, forty people before you can use a urinal’ was really what God had meant…
Alex tried to be patient— He thought he WAS most of the time! He didn’t frustrate easily, and he was alright if someone else did something a little too slowly and he had to wait on them. Usually, anyway. Right now, everyone ahead of him seemed to be taking WAY too long to use the restroom, and it was so HARD to wait. Even if Alex wanted to be virtuous and calm, his BLADDER had other ideas. It had no time for patience, it wanted Alex to shove his way through the agonizingly long line and finally EMPTY it.
He leaned against the wall, kneeling slightly. He hoped that looked normal enough— He hoped it didn’t make him LOOK like he was dying to shove past everybody so that he could finally go! The line was just INCHING forwards, and sweat kept rolling down the back of Alex’s neck. He stared up at the ceiling, hitching his hips and clenching his thighs.
Ten minutes later, Alex could tell that he still had AGES left until he’d be in front of a toilet. The service had probably started already, and since he’d mentioned getting cookies, his siblings were probably anxiously anticipating him coming back with some. At the rate the line was moving, he’d probably still be waiting by the time the service ended…
He didn’t WANT to leave his spot in line, it had grown in the time he’d been standing in it. He had to go so badly now that he was no longer able to conceal it. He kept wriggling, kept crossing his legs, caught himself nearly cupping his crotch a few times, too. He NEEDED to stay in line until he FINALLY got to take his turn.
He stayed in place for a couple more minutes, then he gave up. It would probably be faster just to hold it until he got back to Mom’s place! Limping from the line and biting back a groan when his bladder gave a confused, angry pang, Alex found the tables of food that had been set up and grabbed a few cookies. At first, he only got enough for his siblings, but then he grabbed an extra one for Adam.
***
Adam had been struggling to pay attention to the church service. It helped that he already KNEW the story of the first Christmas well enough, but the old-timey words used in the Bible still got confusing. He wondered how in the world Alex managed to understand when they read from OTHER parts of it that hadn’t been re-told in movies and TV shows hundreds of times.
He was also beginning to wonder what was taking Alex so long. He KNEW his fiancé hadn’t actually left in search of cookies, but peeing shouldn’t take THIS long, right? He was beginning to worry something bad had happened. Alex felt extremely safe here. He talked all the time about how open, loving and accepting this church was. But with as many people here as there were today, maybe Alex had run into someone who WASN’T nice.
Adam was about to get up and go searching for him, when he saw Alex coming back to his seat, cookies in his hands, and his bladder obviously STILL brimming. Alex’s steps were tiny, the sorts of movements a person would make when trying to carry a very full cup of water without spilling it. He was grimacing, sweaty, and shaking. HAD someone caused him trouble in the restroom…?
“Alex—“
Alex sat down, eyes going wide and a tiny squeak falling from his lips. He bent forwards at the waist, then handed Adam one of the cookies. “H—Here.”
“Alex—“
“Alex!” Prudence whispered, a little too loudly. “Can I have one, too?”
“Y—Yeah,” Alex handed her one, then passed out the rest. Now that his hands were empty, it was incredibly difficult not to put them between his legs. His knees jiggled, he leaned against Adam, searching for any kind of comfort.
Adam took a bite of his cookie, then gripped Alex’s hand. “Are you okay?” He asked softly.
Alex shook his head, and his answer was barely audible; “The line for the bathroom is really, really long…”
Oh… Adam almost felt a little relieved when he heard that. Alex was safe, just super desperate for a piss and unable to go. He rubbed Alex’s arm, trying to soothe him, though he really wasn’t sure how to help. The line must have been atrocious if Alex had decided to just leave it without peeing. “Are there other restrooms?”
“No,” Alex said, miserable. “I— I’ll wait…” He tangled his legs together, tucked his hands beneath his thighs, sitting on them so that he wouldn’t grab himself.
Adam hoped he could…
Alex had been desperate to pee during church services LOADS of times before. There had been plenty of occasions where he’d just needed to relieve himself and Papa wouldn’t allow him to get up to take care of it. He could still vividly remember an incident that took place at his old church when he was much, much younger. All the little kids were being read a picture book about Noah and the great flood, and Alex was having what he considered to be his first REAL emergency. He kept waving his hand around, eyes going wide and watery, but no one asked him what was wrong or told him he could go to the bathroom. He’d MOSTLY managed to make it, but when Papa saw that he’d gotten his skirt a little wet, he’d been in lots of trouble.
Then, when he got older, there was the time the door to the restroom at his old church wouldn’t come open. He’d had to hold a dangerously full bladder through the entire service, and every time they paused to pray, Alex could only think to pray for the door to start working again so he could go. The praying must have worked, because the door swung right open the next time Alex tried it, but it had been a seriously close call.
This time, his need felt even more dire. Getting up, going to the restroom, and being denied access to it by the line had teased his poor bladder, had made it angry. Alex hoped that maybe the line would be mostly gone by the time they were getting ready to leave. He’d… He’d have to tell everybody to wait on him while he went, though! They’d know it was an emergency then, too, because the ride back to his Mom’s house was only about twenty minutes!
Ohhh, that would be so embarrassing! But, the very THOUGHT of getting back into the bouncy van with his bladder even FULLER made him feel like he’d spring a leak!
The service was pretty long, like it always was on Christmas. It felt so much longer this year, though. Alex could feel every drop of liquid stretching him out. He kept wriggling in his seat, accidentally kicking Adam a few times. Twice, he nearly shot to his feet and ran back towards the restrooms to see if the line was any better. But, he knew if he got up he’d immediately be doubling over, clutching himself, and as the only person standing, it would be easy to notice…
Alex was blinking back tears when the service ended, stunned that he’d made it through without at least dribbling into his pants. Everyone started to stand up. Alex’s Mom helped his Grandmother to her feet, and Adam had to help Alex with the same thing; His desperation affecting his ability to move as badly as aging joints would have.
Alex kept clinging to Adam’s hand as they began to leave, and he felt a weight lift off his shoulders when Charity said that she needed to “go potty”. Prudence chimed in that she had to pee as well, and so did Mary and Ben. Alex exhaled, of course the younger ones would have to go after sitting still for so long. It only made sense that they’d stop at the restrooms before heading home— Alex could relieve himself without having to single himself out, or admit that it was an emergency.
Then they actually got TO the restrooms, and Alex’s hope died. The line for the men’s had somehow gotten even longer, and the one for the women’s was at least twice as bad. Alex worried at his lip, stepping lightly between his feet as he stared miserably at the mass of people separating him from badly needed relief. He hoped he could hold MOSTLY still beside Ben as they waited, and—
“I can wait ’til home,” Charity said.
And Alex’s chest clenched along with his bladder. Heat bloomed on his face, and dampened his boxers. He’d finally lost a spurt, and at the exact moment his MUCH younger sister had announced that SHE could hold it until they got home. “A—Are you sure?” He managed to force out.
“Uh-huh,” Charity said.
“Th—The rest of—“
Prudence nodded, and Mary copied her.
“Yeah,” Ben said. “I’m fine.”
Adam watched as Alex’s blush spread down his neck, panic filling his wide eyes. It was obvious that ONE of the siblings DIDN’T think he could make it home in time…
Mom started walking again. “Alright, lets’s—“
Wanting to spare Alex some embarrassment, Adam spoke up, “Um… I’m real sorry, but I need to go sorta bad, actually…”
Mom looked back and forth from Adam to the line for the men’s room. “It will take you just as long to get through the line as it will for us to get home… Do you think you can try to make it?”
“Er…” Adam did his best to look uncertain, copying a few of the jiggling bounces Alex was doing, performing them in a much more exaggerated manner. “I— I don’t know, honestly. I’m kinda bursting for it.”
Charity giggled, causing Adam to blush even though he WASN’T actually having an emergency. “You can have the first turn,” she said.
“Uh—Um… Okay…” Adam said, accepting that his ploy wasn’t going to help Alex.
Everyone got into the van. Alex was careful NOT to sit in the back this time, tucking himself against Adam as they drove off. Adam did his best to use his body as a bit of a shield for Alex, giving him some privacy to fidget. Every time they hit a bump, Adam squeezed Alex’s arm, trying to assure him that it would be okay.
Alex’s legs knotted together, scissored back and forth, and he finally gave in and grabbed his crotch when a large bump in the road made his bladder jolt so forcefully that a jet of pee splashed into his boxers. His eyes blew wide open and his pupils darted back and forth, fearful that someone had heard his leaking.
Adam had, and he was pretty sure he was the only one that had, but just in case the hissing had been loud and clear to everybody, Adam grabbed himself and moaned to give the illusion that HE’D been the one to momentarily lose control of himself. “Ohhhh….”
Prudence, giggled from the back. “Is Adam gonna pee in his pants?”
“I— I hope not…” Adam grunted, tapping his feet frantically. “But, I gotta be at a bathroom soon!”
Alex’s Grandmother turned around to look at him. “Oh, dear… It’s not hurting, is it?”
Adam tried not to look at Alex, tried not to speculate on whether or not HE was feeling pain. He just shook his head. “No, but I— I just need a toilet fast, okay?”
“We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Alex’s Mom said. “Hang in there.”
Alex whimpered into Adam’s shoulder, curling his fingers around his arm as Adam stroked him gently again.
Once back at the house, Alex stayed clinging to Adam as the others got out of the van. His Grandmother turned back around, “Do you need Alex to help you stand?” She asked.
“Y—Yeah,” Adam said, starting to bounce his knees again. It was sort of hard to remember to pee dance when he didn’t actually need to go…
Alex was having no trouble remembering. He was shuddering beside Adam, eyes squeezed closed. Adam waited a couple moments, then gingerly helped him to his feet outside. Everyone else had already gone in, giving Alex all the privacy he needed to wriggle and clutch himself, sweat cascading down his forehead in spite of the cold, Winter air. Once Alex had a better handle on himself, Adam assisted him with taking slow, careful steps back through the front door. “I’ll use the bathroom further from the door,” Adam whispered to him. “You use the other.”
Alex nodded as Adam opened the door for him and ushered him inside.
Adam, still trying to keep up the pretense that HE was the one about to explode, said “Ah— Th—Thanks, Alex—Oooh— I c—can barely walk!” He grabbed himself, rushing for one of the bathrooms as if he really WERE about to burst.
Alex straightened himself out painfully, he only had to make it about twenty steps without either peeing himself or breaking out in a desperate, obvious dance. He walked on stiff-legs, his bladder bouncing with each step, slamming all around inside his body and issuing the occasional drip into his boxers.
When he got the restroom, the door was shut and he could hear a stream flowing into the toilet. His abdominal muscles all tightened and his crossed his legs, his balance going wobbly. When he heard the toilet flush, he bent over in an agonized curtsey. ‘My turn next, please…?’ He thought.
The door opened, and Charity walked out. Alex looked back and forth, Mary was standing outside the door to the restroom Adam was using, Prudence was behind her… Alex could go now, right? Did he have to offer to let them use it first? He— He NEEDED it so much more… He was bursting, his crotch felt damp, he was coming apart at his seams, he had to—
Ben started to head into the bathroom ahead of him, and Alex winced, barely aware he was speaking; “I— I was nex—“
“Alex,” Ben said. “Can you hang out with me now?”
Alex’s lip trembled. He didn’t have time for any more delays. “I—“
“I wanna play a game with you,” Ben said.
Alex remembered Prudence bemoaning Ben’s desire to play some ‘gross game’. He was curious, but not curious enough to continue putting off his pee break. “But—“
“Do you have to use the bathroom at all?” Ben asked.
Alex’s trembling ceased for a second as a furious blush overtook his face. He supposed he probably HADN’T been hiding it that well these last few moments, and without Adam there to hide him, the tension in his body and the rocking of his feet would be easy to see.
“If you don’t, can you go drink something?” Ben requested. “‘Cause, I already need to go, and I wanted to sword-fight with you!”
“Wh—What?!” Alex breathed, chest and shoulders scorching pink.
“I—It’s a game,” Ben said. “We pee together, and—“
“I— I know what it is!” Alex said. He’d played this game with Adam a couple times, and he would welcome the opportunity to play it now— He’d get to relieve himself without confessing to how desperate he was. “A—And… Yes. I guess I could go now.”
“So, can we play?” Ben asked, hopeful. “Come on, I’ve wanted to ever since you first said you were gonna start being my brother now! I mean, it was the first thing I thought of!”
Alex nodded eagerly, “Y—Yeah, we can play!” He said. “I’d love to!” He gripped the edge of his shirt with his hands, trying so hard not to hold his crotch again. He followed Ben into the restroom, biting down hard on his lip when he saw the toilet. He wasn’t able to stop the little whimpering moan when shooting pangs of urgency bolted through his body. He crossed his legs back together, ankles rubbing and thighs twitching. He was certain that Ben could tell now.
But, Ben wasn’t looking at him, he was busy lifting the lid and seat on the toilet. “It’s alright,” he said in response to Alex’s distressed sounds. “If some gets on the floor, I’ll clean it, since this was my idea.”
Alex hurried up to the toilet, one hand at his zipper, poised to yank it down. His fingers toyed with the pull tab, his bladder fluttering at the sight of the bowl. It took everything he had not to plead with Ben to hurry up. Alex had never been so excited to play a game before.
Ben stood next to him, and when Alex heard his zipper being moved, he frantically got his own clothing apart and aimed. It only took one second for his stream to start exploding out of him, noisily cascading into the bowl and instantly filling him with a light, loose, floaty feeling. Then, he was shivering, sighing and panting with relief as his body shook.
“You were supposed to wait for me to tell you to start…” Ben mumbled, snapping Alex back to reality, reminding him that he WASN’T alone, enjoying his relief in solitude.
A second stream appeared beside his own, and quickly crossed over it. Alex tried to engage Ben in the silly game, but he was far, far more focused on how good it felt to finally just GO. His bladder almost felt like it was rippling, his lower abdomen being lightly massaged as more and more pee was ejected out of him.
“Whoever pees the longest wins,” Ben said, laughing. “And, I drank lots of sodas before church, so it’s gonna be real hard for you to beat me!”
Alex doubted he’d have much of a challenge… And he thought he should probably scold Ben for drinking so much and then holding it, not that he was really one to talk about that today. He’d gotten dangerously close to overflowing— He HAD overflowed, really, he’d leaked multiple times, the clamminess of his boxers was still noticeable.
Of course, Ben finished up first, and he seemed to be both disappointed and surprised by that. “Whoa…” he said. “You’re still going?”
Alex shivered again, much more from embarrassment than relief. “Y—Yeah…” he said. He didn’t think he was close to finished, either. He could still feel his bladder deflating, could still feel the bloated organ shrinking down to a more manageable size. Some of the haziness was fading from his mind now, he was able to process things that weren’t related to how badly he needed to pee, or how amazing it was to actually go. He was able to actually think about things he’d glossed right over moments ago.
Specifically, Ben saying that his very first thought after Alex had come out as trans had, apparently, just been about getting to play a peeing game with him… Alex remembered how scary it was to tell his siblings; Jed and Patience, the two oldest, had both rejected him like Papa had and he never saw them anymore. The littlest ones hadn’t thought too much of it, to them it was simple; At first, Alex was their sister, and now he was their brother. He was the same person who’d tucked them into bed every night and played with them, he just looked different than he’d used to.
Ben was the middle child, and his initial reaction had been hard for Alex to figure out because he hadn’t SAID anything, and his facial expression had been unreadable, blank. In the time since, he’d always called Alex “he” and his “brother”, but they’d never talked about it and Alex had worried if, deep down, Ben didn’t like to think about it.
Now though, Alex was sure there was no problem. Ben was happy to have Alex as a brother, and had only ever been thinking about the “guy stuff” they could do together now. As he finished peeing at last, Alex shivered one more time and felt his chest heating up. This time, the warmth had nothing to do with embarrassment.
Ben probably had no clue how good he’d just made Alex feel, in so many ways.
Alex turned to the sink as Ben spoke up again. “Woooow, that was a lot!” He said. “I really didn’t think you’d beat me, ‘cause I honestly had to go bad by the time we got home, but… I’ve never gone THAT much all at once before!”
Alex turned red. “Er… Well, I’m… Bigger than you, so my bladder’s probably bigger, too.”
“I guess…” Ben said. “But… that was ‘I guess I could go now’?” He repeated Alex’s words from earlier. “I would have thought you’d been about to have an accident!”
Alex looked away. “Eheh… Uh, I guess I had to pee worse than I’d thought. All of Adam’s squirming must have rubbed off!” He tugged at his hair anxiously. “Um… Speaking of him, I’d better make sure he made it alright.” He left the restroom, finding Adam resting on the couch. He sat beside him and gave him a quick hug.
Adam hugged back, “You feeling better now?” He whispered.
“Yeah,” Alex said. “Thanks for… For pretending that you were the one having an emergency.”
“No problem.” |
Written for the 12 Days of Omo prompt "While Caroling".
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Soon after Alex and Ben had finished in the restroom, it was time for Alex to pass out the gifts he’d gotten for everyone. It warmed his heart to see how happy his siblings all were with their presents. He was especially delighted when Ben broke into a grin at the sight of the drawing supplies he unwrapped. Ben loved drawing, and back when they’d lived with Papa, he hadn’t been allowed to do it. Papa said drawing was something only girls were supposed to do. Now, Alex wanted to make sure Ben had lots of opportunities to explore his hobby, and that no one ever shamed him for it again.
Then, it was time for dinner. Adam liked the way Alex’s Mom cooked, and he was very happy that she always tried vegetarian recipes when he was visiting. This evening, she’d prepared roasted cauliflower and lasagna. The little kids all liked the lasagna, but seemed wary of the cauliflower. Prudence said it looked “like a brain,” making Adam snort with laughter. He ate some of the cauliflower to show her it wasn’t bad, surprised by the amount of pepper in it. He found himself reaching for his water glass often as he ate, both to combat the pepper and to help quell his nerves.
After dinner, he and Alex were going to announce their engagement.
Adam had to get up to re-fill his glass three times before he was through with his meal, and then one more time while they had dessert. When he took Alex’s hand and they stood up together, Adam was immediately aware of a tightness in his lower belly. Downing four glasses of water in under an hour had apparently convinced his kidneys to work overtime…
“W—We had something we wanted to say,” Alex began. “It’s… Um… It’s exciting…” He squeezed Adam’s hand.
“Y—Yeah,” Adam said, butterflies fluttering in his stomach, pressing dangerously close to his bladder. He would have preferred to have done this when he DIDN’T need a bathroom sort of badly, but now that Alex had set the stage for a big, grand announcement, no way was he going to blurt out ‘I have to pee!’ He could hold it in for a few more minutes easily. “A— A little while ago… Alex asked me to marry him.”
The reaction was immediate, at one end of the table, Alex’s Grandmother was beaming. His Mom was clapping, and his siblings were all asking a myriad of questions.
“Did you say yes?!” Prudence demanded. “You have to say yes!”
“Does that mean you’re gonna be our brother, too?!” Ben asked.
“When’s the wedding?!” Charity cried. “I love weddings! Can I be the flower girl?!”
“No, me!” Said Mary.
“I—I did say yes,” Adam continued, sitting back down and rubbing a hand over his sore middle. “It was actually kinda funny… I’d been just about to ask him the same thing… And, yeah, I guess once we’re married, I’ll be you guys’s brother, too. And… We don’t know when the wedding’s gonna be, or what it’ll be like yet. We just wanted to let you all know.”
A lot of discussion followed. Alex’s Mom had lots of suggestions for where they could have their wedding, and what foods they could have, what music to play… By the time the excitement died off, Adam REALLY had to pee and was frantically tapping his feet beneath the table. He couldn’t think of anything regarding the wedding, aside from the fact he wanted it to take place somewhere with lots of bathrooms, and that he needed to make sure the suit he picked didn’t have very many buttons over the fly.
He finally had a chance to run to the toilet when Prudence asked if they could go caroling again this year and everyone’s attention turned to her. Adam pushed back his chair, “E—Excuse me,” he said, climbing to his feet and wincing at how heavy his bladder felt inside him.
A minute later, he’d locked himself in one of the restrooms. He unzipped his pants and aimed a thin, crystal clear stream of liquid into the toilet, sighing deeply as the walls of his bladder compressed and his tension eased. “Ahhhh….” His pee was devoid of any color, he was basically just letting out pure water— He was well BEYOND hydrated, and had a feeling he’d be making quite a few runs for the toilet as all this liquid filtered through him.
Once he’d finished and left the bathroom, he found Alex helping Charity into a thick coat. Prudence was already wearing hers, Ben and Mary were still in the kitchen. “Adam, you wanna come with us?” Alex asked.
Adam struggled to remember where they were going— He’d been far more focused on pissing earlier. “Oh, caroling, right?”
“Yeah,” Alex said. “Ben thinks it’s lame, and Mary’s still too little, but these two LOVE it, so I’m gonna take them down a few streets.”
Adam nodded, if Alex was going out, he’d go too. “Alright, but I’m not gonna sing.”
“Awww,” Prudence said.
“BELIEVE me,” Adam told her. “You don’t WANT me to.”
Alex snickered, “Yeah, Adam’s singing voice is more suited for a metal band than it is for ‘O Holy Night…’”
With Charity bundled up, Alex tugged on his own coat and handed Adam his. Adam put it on, laughing. “Oh, Alex— Did I ever tell you? When I was little, there was this Christmas party at the hospital where my Dad was working…” He pushed open the front door and stepped into the chilly Winter air, a shiver knotting in his abdomen and catching him off guard for a second.
“Uh— Well, at the party, they got me to sing because they thought it was cute. And, like, everyone was saying I had ‘the voice of an angel’, and that I sounded so soothing I could sing babies to sleep and stuff. And then, for years after, my parents would have me sing all these super calming, New Age songs, and they’d say stuff about me being the next Enya.” He walked down the street alongside Alex and his siblings, his shoes trudging in the snow, and a buzzing filling his bladder. ‘I can’t seriously need to go again THIS fast, can I?’ He wondered.
“And, my voice stayed like that for a long time, but then when I was old enough to be on testosterone… Like, I think only a month later, my parents were all ‘Well, he’s not gonna be Enya NOW, is he? He’s gonna have to be in Deftones instead.’”
Alex laughed, feeling a touch warmer from the story. Adam hadn’t been the person his parents had expected, and instead of being upset, they’d just rolled with it, adjusted their expectations instead of trying to adjust Adam. Why were some parents like Adam’s, but other parents like Papa?
They got to the first house and rang the doorbell, Prudence and Charity performed their rendition of a few Christmas songs, earning plenty of cooing “Awwww”s from the occupants of the home.
As they walked away from that house, the pressure inside Adam’s body grew. He really DID have to pee again. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes since he’d last used the toilet, but he already felt full enough that he was eagerly anticipating his next visit.
They’d JUST left, if Adam told them all to turn back around already, he’d be met with disappointed groans. Seeing as how he’d already emptied his bladder once this hour, he was sure he could make it until the next to go again. His need was worsening at a pretty alarming pace, but it HAD to slow back down and plateau eventually.
They went to every house on this street, and Adam smiled as he watched Prudence and Charity have their fun. He’d been worried some of the neighbors would get annoyed with this, but the girls were apparently still young enough that everything they did was cute— Even knocking on people’s doors around dinner time just to sing to them.
The only problem was that Alex was STILL waiting on that ‘plateau’ he’d been hoping for. With every passing minute, his need for the toilet got worse and worse. The cold weather wasn’t helping him at all, every time he shivered, the liquid inside him was shaken up, the sensitive walls of his bladder strained and he had to tense his thighs against the pressure.
They turned onto the next street, and Adam began to ponder if he should ask someone to use their restroom. He didn’t want to trouble anybody, but his bladder was REALLY aching now. He’d needed to pause in his strides a few times to cross his legs, hoping that the action would go unnoticed by his companions.
At the next house, Adam watched the girls sing and tried to think of a good way to request the toilet. Standing still as Prudence and Charity performed wasn’t helping his need at all. His bladder throbbed and throbbed, the pressure at his opening weighing heavily, his right foot was tapping involuntarily.
Alex watched Adam fidgeting, and assumed his fiancé was getting too cold. Once the door to the house was closed, Alex pulled Adam in for a close, tight hug, furrowing his brown in confusion when Adam immediately went stiff in his arms.
“You want to wear my coat, too?” Alex asked.
Adam shook his head, “I— I’m fine,” he said. “You keep it.” He felt a little better once they’d started walking again. His bladder was being rocked back and forth with each step, but that didn’t hurt as bad as standing still did. When they stopped at a house, it was just awful. Not only did he have to hold it, he also had to work harder to hide the fact that he was doing so.
By the time they were done with the second street, Adam was beginning to doubt his ability to hold it much longer. Heat that was far too wet for his comfort kept appearing between his legs, forcing him to stop in his tracks. Icy fear kept knotting in his body, the unmistakable dampness of his leaks sending adrenaline scorching through him.
He leaned into Alex, whom held his hand gently. “I can give you my coat,” Alex reminded. The cold was the only explanation he could think of for why Adam was walking so oddly, bending over at his waist, stopping short, stepping in place quickly. He must have just been trying to get more heat back into his body. “I don’t mind.”
“I—I’m not cold,” Adam said.
Alex sighed, his warm breath forming a cloud in the air. It wasn’t like Adam to deny things like that, he’d never been one to act tough in order to convince others he was ‘macho’. “Adam—“
“I just have to go to the bathroom,” Adam told him. “That’s all. Don’t worry about it.”
“Oh…” Alex looked down, now seeing Adam’s twitchy legs in a new light. “You wanna head back now?”
“What!?” Prudence whined, overhearing.
“Awwww…” Charity chimed in. “Not yet!”
Alex held his hands up. “Adam needs to—“
“I can hold it,” Adam interrupted, sounding way more certain than he felt. The kids were having so much fun, he didn’t want to make them cut it short just because his bladder was bothering him. “I went right before we left, so I should be fine.” He SHOULD have been, but he wasn’t. The pulses from beneath his fly were screaming at him, telling him that he was very, VERY far
from fine.
“Yay!” Charity and Prudence cheered.
Alex squeezed Adam’s hand. “Are you sure?” He whispered.
Adam tensed up his thighs and wriggled his hips. “Yeah, I’ll be alright.”
Once on the next street, time seemed to be slowing down for Adam. All of the songs Prudence and Charity sang became indecipherable gibberish as soon as they hit his ears. On top of that, his own breathing seemed to be getting louder with every exhale, to the point where after a few minutes, he could hear his breath as loud as a door being slammed. An absolutely atrocious increase in the pressure he was battling seemed to coincide with the amplifying volume. He had no idea if it was the result of more water slamming against his opening, or just the slow weakening of his holding muscles.
Coiling his legs together as he stood on a stranger’s porch, he let out a quiet, shaking groan as he tried to steady himself. In the end, all this discomfort and pressure would be worth something, wouldn’t it? He’d get back to the house in time, be at the toilet, unzipped, gushing away and feeling absolutely incredible.
Following his thoughts, his full bladder squeezed in on itself with enough force that his heart began to beat rapid-fire. There was more wet heat between his legs, but he wasn’t sure if it was another leaking squirt of pee, or sweat from the strain of trying to hold it all back. He grabbed his crotch for a second, savoring the relief this brought. He stared up at the owner of this house, his eyes wide, begging. He hoped the person would just… Notice that he had to go, offer him the bathroom.
Of course, they didn’t. He was going to have to ask. When Charity and Prudence bowed before the woman, Adam opened his mouth. “E—Excuse me, may I—“
“Ohhhh,” the woman cooed, bending down to the girls. “You two are just precious!”
Charity giggled and Prudence beamed.
“Did Santa bring you lots of presents today?”
“Uh-huh,” Charity said.
Adam cleared his throat, shifting on his feet and sloshing everything inside of him once more. The waves of piss crashed down, bearing its full weight against the tiny ring of muscle responsible for keeping it at bay. He almost doubled over, every shuffle of his feet prompted the same reaction from his bladder, but he couldn’t hold still. Even as his pee-dancing hurt him a lot more than it helped, he just couldn’t hold still!
“I bet he did…” the woman was saying. “You’re both very good girls, aren’t you?”
“Excuse me…” Adam tried again, attempting to speak up. It wasn’t easy, so much of his energy was too busy preventing his piss from flowing down his legs. Every muscle in his lower body was straining to hold back the flood that was fighting its hardest to escape. He straightened up, trying to be seen better, and immediately his urge felt WORSE, which was definitely the fault of gravity, but it was so intense that it felt like something was working with malicious intent to increase the downward pull for the sole purpose of torturing Adam.
The woman was still just so enamored with the kids, though… It was like Adam wasn’t there, it was like he hadn’t said anything!
Alex took Adam’s hand and rubbed it gently. HE’D been able to hear him. “Ma’am?” Alex asked, clearing his throat.
She looked up finally, and stared at Adam whom was crossing and recrossing his legs, a look of pure panic and need upon his face. Alex was SURE that she was about to offer him the bathroom, but instead she said “Well, all of you have a nice evening,” and shut the door.
Adam groaned when he heard the lock click, the sound was like a punch to his bladder, painful in its finality.
Prudence and Charity turned around now, and Adam was no longer able to behave in a way that made it look like he wasn’t holding back a typhoon of urine. “Do you have to tinkle?” Prudence asked.
‘Tinkle’ was not a strong enough word for what Adam had to do. The aching, wailing pressure in his middle was serious and called for a serious term; He needed to PISS. He still managed a nod and a miserable shrug. “I was trying to ask her if I could use her toilet.”
“Adam, do you want to head back now?” Alex asked.
“Awwww,” Charity pouted.
“Adam REALLY has to go to the bathroom,” Alex said.
“He can go at someone’s house,” Charity said.
“He should have gone before we left,” Prudence repeated something Mom had doubtlessly told HER many times before.
“I did…” Adam mumbled. “But, it’s fine. I’m fine. I can wait a little bit longer.”
Alex worried at his lip, “Adam—“
“E—End of this street,” Adam said. “We’ll stop after this street. I can handle that. Is that okay?”
The girls nodded, and Adam followed after them, hoping that his mouth wouldn’t turn out to be bigger than his bladder.
He was okay through the next couple houses. He desperately needed to relieve himself, but he didn’t feel the threatening tremble warning him that he was about to go in his pants. At the third house, it was taking all of his strength not to jam his hands between his legs. He was bursting at the seams, and again he tried to get the home owners’ attention in the hopes that he would be granted freedom from his agony.
This time, the girls were singing for an elderly couple. Adam hoped that meant they’d be more sympathetic, behave like grandparents and let him pee before he exploded all over their front porch. He waited for Prudence and Charity to finish, then he spoke as loudly as he could “E—Excuse me, I—“
“Adam has to tinkle real bad,” Charity laughed.
Adam reddened, but nodded frantically. “I— I do,” he said. “May I please use your restroom really fast?”
The old man turned to his wife, whom said “Of course you may,” and immediately Adam was exhaling with relief.
“Ah, thank you,” Adam said, pushing his way forwards. “Thank you so much, thankyouthankyou…”
The old man put his hand up to stop him. “Shoes off in the house,” he said.
Adam tried not to frown at this additional obstacle, this extra thing he would have to wait through. They were kind enough to let him use their toilet, if they didn’t want him wearing shoes on their carpet, he shouldn’t complain. His bladder DID complain though, when he crouched down to unlace his shoes, his bladder complained a LOT. Tears dotted the edges of his eyes as his waistband compressed his midsection with a fury he didn’t think he’d ever known before. “Hnnnn…” he grunted involuntarily, shoving one of his shoes off.
His dam was cracking under the strain, his opening shuddering against the pressure of the agonizingly loud call of nature. A drip slid out of him, followed by a spurt. He removed the other shoe and shot back up like a rubber band— Bad idea!
The sudden, rapid change in his position made another crack form in his crumbling defenses. A dribble rolled down his leg, warm and slick. The leaking made his pulse fire, “O—Okay!” He burst out. “M—May I go now?!”
The man stepped aside to allow him in, and the woman told him the restroom was to the left of the kitchen. Adam gave in to the need to grab himself, and plunged both hands between his legs as he rushed that way. He was already going loose at the thought of the upcoming relief, he grabbed the doorknob and tugged it open. Once he was inside and had gotten the door locked, he spun around on the spot, not daring to LOOK at the toilet until he was actually ready to USE it.
He had to get his clothes out of the way, just had to hang on until there were no longer fabric barriers doomed to bear the full brunt of what was sure to be a furious jet of liquid. Guh… Why did his coat have to go down to his crotch? He frantically fought with all the buttons, then yanked down the zipper, jumping from foot to foot the entire time, his desperation worsening to unimaginable new levels by this final obstruction to his relief.
He unbuttoned his pants, tore down his zip, and finally freed himself from his damp boxers. He turned to face the toilet and aimed his prosthetic for the— thankfully already open— bowl. He wondered briefly if the old lady ever yelled at the old man for leaving the seat up, but Adam was grateful to him for it, because he did NOT have a second to spare…
Or, at least, he’d THOUGHT he didn’t have a second to spare. Unfortunately, now that he was ready to pee, his bladder was suddenly remembering how to hold it. He bore down on his muscles, trying to force his stream out, but it didn’t work. He knew his sudden inability to void was probably down to him just simply having waited too long, and his body needing time to catch up and understand that it was finally safe to let go. But, that didn’t make it any less frustrating, didn’t make the pressure any less painful.
Finally, a slow stream started to flow forth, not at all the geyser he’d been expecting, but at least it was coming out. A few seconds later, his release had picked up speed and he was emptying a heavy, strong jet into the bowl. The sensation of releasing the burden at long last made him tremble, the hiss of it nearly echoing.
Again, his stream was completely clear, his body still over-hydrated— As if all his feelings of desperation hadn’t been enough to tell him that. The endless flow of water surged out without pause, and he grinned a satisfied smile as he groaned with pleasure. Sensing that he was approaching the end of his well overdue piss, he was almost a little disappointed. This felt so good that it made him wish it could go on for hours, but the relief setting in for him was wonderful, too.
As the gush finally slowed to a trickle, he pushed down and forced the last of it out. He closed the toilet lid and flushed, then zipped up and fixed his coat. Splashing some water onto his face at the sink, he tried to catch his breath. He exited the restroom and thanked the elderly couple again on his way out of the house. “Thank you, I’m real sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” the woman said. “I just hope you aren’t like Harold and you actually remembered to put the seat down.”
The man groaned, and Adam headed out the front door. Once it had shut behind him, he sighed again. “Ahhhh… You guys wanna finish with this street still?”
Prudence and Charity nodded, and they were on their way.
Alex took Adam’s hand again, pleased that he was no longer trembling. |
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Adam fought to keep his gaze AWAY from the sign he could see on the other side of the store. It was too tempting to look at. If he even allowed himself to GLANCE at it too many times, he didn’t think he’d be able to stop himself from going towards it.
Instead, he squeezed his eyes closed for a minute, trying to exorcise all images of urinals, toilets and running sinks from his brain. He ESPECIALLY tried to forget the sight, sound and FEELING of releasing an urgent stream. He tried not to think about how much he wanted to release one right now. He tried not to think about how he may end up spilling one down his legs soon.
He was going to explode. He needed to pee so bad that he could barely breathe. He was shifting from side to side, only managing to shake up the waves of urine crashing inside him, but unable to stop.
And there was a restroom that was just a two minute walk from his current position. If he sprinted, hands buried between his legs, he could probably make it in one and finally let go.
But, he wouldn’t.
He wouldn’t leave Alex alone for this. He hadn’t expected this to be difficult for him, but it clearly WAS, and Alex definitely wouldn’t feel safe by himself.
So, Adam would hold it.
This shouldn’t take too long.
Alex squirmed uncomfortably. He was excited to get a nice, fancy suit for his wedding, but he hadn’t known what exactly that would entail. He had a suit for church, and his Mom had bought him that one. It mostly fit him, though the sleeves were kind of long for his arms. He wanted something a little more fancy for what was going to be the most important day of his life.
He hadn’t realized that getting a new suit that went over his body PERFECTLY would involve so much… Touching. Alex hadn’t even realized it until just this very moment, but he didn’t like anyone’s hands on him aside from Adam’s. The man measuring him wasn’t doing anything objectionable, but Alex still didn’t like how this felt.
It was really unsettling to have a stranger pay so much attention to his body, even in a professional setting like this. Alex kept feeling himself going tense, and then he’d be told to relax so that the measurements would be more accurate.
The first time he flinched was when the tape measure was stretched across his chest. He didn’t know if he’d ever stop feeling anxious when a stranger got too close to that area. He knew there was nothing there to BE worried about anymore. If somebody touched his chest, they wouldn’t feel any lumpiness, their expression wouldn’t change to one of distrust or anger. But, Alex still always FELT like it would. Like, they’d somehow be able to feel just his SCARS through his shirt and the result would be the same.
That wariness had actually gotten a bit worse after the day at the store where Papa had pulled his shirt off and said all of those horrid things to him, told him he was disgusting… Was that what EVERYONE would think if they saw his scars? When the tailor’s knuckles brushed up against his chest, Alex inhaled sharply and ducked backwards without meaning to.
“I need you to hold still,” the tailor reminded.
“S—Sorry,” Alex said.
“H—He’s never done anything like this before,” Adam said, swaying and checking his watch, probably anxious for someone to begin taking HIS measurements. “He’s a little anxious.”
Alex was more than a little anxious. He, for some reason, felt like he was naked. The amount of attention being placed onto him was setting him so on edge that his skin was tingling. He tried his best NOT to feel so stressed out, he knew this was what everyone did to make sure their clothes fit them perfectly. The tailor hadn’t said or done anything he shouldn’t have, he really was just doing his job.
But, Alex couldn’t get over the discomfort. He was completely out of his element. Growing up, he’d done everything he could to avoid attracting the attention of strangers. Papa said they were all outsiders, that they couldn’t be trusted, that they were dangerous. Papa said that children like Alex were meant to be seen, and never heard. Papa said that garnering too much notice would only lead to trouble.
Then, when he grew up and got AWAY from Papa, he STILL didn’t want to be noticed. He was so much happier, but all the things that had MADE him happier felt dangerous. Everything that had made him happier were things Papa had told him over and over would condemn him to Hell, and that Adam had explained could make some people needlessly angry. “It’s nothing you’re doing wrong,” Adam assured him always. “If anyone’s mean to you, they’re the ones choosing to do it. But, it might happen, and I want you to stay safe, so be careful around anyone you don’t know very well.”
And, Alex HAD been careful. He usually let Adam do all the talking for both of them, because Alex was sure his own voice was too light and obvious. Adam’s was deeper. He dressed in plain, dull colors that wouldn’t catch many people’s eyes. Part of the reason he continued to keep his hair long was so he could hide his face better.
Alex didn’t like being the focus of a stranger’s attention. Attention felt unsafe.
“You’re okay, Alex,” Adam encouraged.
The tailor started to measure Alex’s chest again. Alex tried to remember to breathe. After conditioning himself for so long that anyone accidentally brushing against his chest would inevitably lead to something horrible, it was SO hard to train himself out of those thoughts. He needed something else to focus on until this was over.
That was easy for him to do for a bit. He and Adam were getting married, after all. That had practically been the ONLY thing on Alex’s mind for a while! He wondered if spending time with him would start to feel different afterwards. Some things ALREADY felt different. Alex never had those anxious, nonsensical thoughts that he wasn’t ‘cool’ enough to be with Adam, and that he’d leave as soon as he found someone more exciting. Adam was always going to be there, he was fully committed. Alex’s concerns to the contrary really HAD been silly.
The ceremony was going to be so much fun, too. Adam’s family would be there, and some of Alex’s, too, and Camille. It would be the first really big party Alex had ever attended. They’d exchange their vows, and everyone would celebrate, and then afterwards Alex could use the restroom!
Uh…
Oh.
Before they’d come here to get fitted, they’d had lunch at a small restaurant. Alex had finished two big glasses of lemonade, and he’d been pretty focused on getting THIS done, so he hadn’t even THOUGHT about using the toilet first. Hadn’t even noticed that, actually, he needed to go pretty badly.
There was an acute, sharp pressure right at his opening, and he realized his thighs had been pushing together for quite some time now. Now that he’d actively ACKNOWLEDGED his bladder, it became the only thing he could think about! He wasn’t having an emergency yet, but his urge was deeply uncomfortable. His bladder was constantly throbbing with a tingling tension, and now the requirement that he ‘stay still’ felt more insurmountable than ever.
Was it okay to ask for a break? Alex had already kind of given the tailor a hard time with all his fidgeting. He probably had other appointments to get to. He probably didn’t have TIME for Alex to pee in the middle of this. Alex wouldn’t ask— He didn’t even need to go THAT badly. It was just his inability to squirm that was making it feel so pressing.
Alex didn’t get anxious while his shoulders were being measured, just focused as much as he could on not bouncing. His body REALLY wanted him to move around a bit, like he could somehow shift the contents of his expanding bladder so it wasn’t all resting right at the exit, pushing forcefully into it. All he could do was squeeze his thighs, though.
Was it okay to just tell the tailor to hurry? That would be rude, wouldn’t it? Alex wished he could ask Adam what to do… It would be too embarrassing to blurt out that he had to pee, though. Instead, Alex focused on Adam and tried widening his eyes, an attempt to convey that there was something he needed.
Adam smiled back at him, “You’re doing good, Alex,” he said. “Just stay still.” He was leaning against the wall now, one leg crossed casually over the other. “They should be almost done.”
Alex hoped that was true, his middle was starting to really ache… Except, then the tailor knelt down and was wrapping the tape-measure around Alex’s waist, hands coming really close to his prosthetic. Alex tensed again, accidentally jolting the walls of his bladder and making them buzz with a much more anxious fervor.
Adam had told him before that, if someone ever accidentally touched him there and felt the prosthetic, it would be fine. Unless that person was REALLY feeling him up— In which case, Adam was liable to forget the meaning of pacifism for a moment— then it would feel realistic enough. The prosthetic was just a bit firmer than a cis guy’s penis, so in the worst case scenario it would just feel like Alex was hard.
Alex didn’t want the tailor to think he’d gotten hard, OR that his penis was a prosthetic… He wriggled, anxious that even the slightest knuckle graze would be too much. That small movement made Alex’s urethra stop stinging for a second, bringing a little taste of relief to his bladder, and tempting him to fidget around even MORE, just until his body had calmed down a bit.
“Stay still,” the tailor repeated, stopping Alex’s train of thought.
But, now that he’d BEGUN to squirm, the desire to continue was intense. His bladder fizzed and boiled within him, thighs clenching until he felt them beginning to cramp. ‘Oh, please hurry,’ he thought. ‘It’s starting to get bad!’
Alex did his best not to move around anymore. He knew it would take so much longer if he squirmed and messed up the measurements. But, now the tailor was pulling the tape measure kind of TIGHT around Alex’s midsection, right over his bladder, squishing it just slightly, just enough to make Alex’s opening burn and prompt a needy whine from the back of his throat.
“Hm?” The tailor asked.
“N—Nothing,” Alex said. “Almost done?”
“Nearly,” the man informed him. “Just need your legs.”
Of course, the parts of his body he MOST wanted to start moving were now the ones he needed to keep perfectly still. He nearly asked the man to hurry then, but held it back along with the ripples of pee that were beginning to DEMAND release. The only thing keeping him from panicking at that point was the knowledge that a bathroom was SO close. The second this was finished, he could go. He didn’t need to worry about this becoming too critical.
Adam continued to watch as Alex was measured. He’d stopped flinching, but he still didn’t look comfortable. Adam supposed that was understandable, Alex was shy, this guy was a complete stranger. That was why Adam had to STAY here, even though he felt like he was going to burst, and he could NOT stop looking at the restroom door. He’d begun to fantasize— Actually FANTASIZE— about going through it, unloading his poor bladder into whatever receptacle was closest to the door. If he didn’t just explode and pee all over himself the instant he saw a urinal.
‘Pleeeaaase, hurry uuuup!’ Adam thought, crossing his legs back and forth. ‘Alex— Alex, tell him to hurry! Can’t you see I’m about to soak the floor?’
Alex HAD been glancing over at him with concerned, worried glances. Adam wasn’t sure if that was because he could TELL Adam was dealing with what must have been gallons of piss trying to fit itself into a sixteen ounce container, or just his OWN continued discomfort.
Adam occasionally held himself when the tailor wasn’t looking. Really, he wanted to keep his hands GLUED there, not budging them until he was finally at a toilet. Squeezing his thighs together, he was hit by an intense, sudden spasm. It came on so strongly, and with so little warning, that he felt a dribble of his ocean escape its overflowing prison. “Al—Almost d—“
Before he could finish asking, a woman approached from behind him. When she spoke, it startled him so much that he experienced his SECOND leak of the day. This one lasted a couple seconds, just long enough to feel sort of good. Really, if he weren’t in public, he might have considered just giving up right then and letting the rest out. Just that tiny reprieve was a relief, and he was dying for more.
“Adam Murphy…?” The woman asked.
“Y—Yes,” Adam said.
“I’ll be taking your measurements today,” she told him. “Please, stand over here.”
No. It wasn’t time for his appointment yet, was it? Alex wasn’t even done! Adam checked his watch, confirmed that it WAS time, but… But, he couldn’t! Not now! If he tried to stand still, he’d pop, he’d piss a violent, vicious stream all down his legs, all over that woman’s hands, all over the floor…
He still didn’t want to leave Alex by himself, but it LOOKED like he was almost done, and Adam… Adam couldn’t hold it any longer! “C—Can you wait a minute, I am dying to—“
“No,” the woman interrupted. “I’m sorry, we have a packed schedule today.”
‘Do you WANT me to piss everywhere?’ Adam thought. ‘Because, that’s what’s gonna happen if I’m not at a urinal in two minutes.’ Out loud, he said; “That’s alright…” And went to the woman’s side.
Alex’s tailor had finished with his legs, and was now having him walk back and forth a little bit. Apparently, he needed an idea of how Alex usually moved. This, Alex thought, was actually the trickiest part. He never put any consideration into how he walked, so suddenly THINKING about it made it really awkward. Focusing on a task that was usually automatic made it difficult to know for sure if he even WAS walking the way he typically did.
He was pretty sure that he WASN’T, though. He wasn’t walking how he would normally. He was walking how he would if he was starting to get desperate for the toilet, because he WAS. Since he wasn’t planning to spend his wedding day anxiously waiting for a bathroom break, he didn’t think his current pace was going to be of much use.
His legs kept wanting to rub together, and it took effort not to let them. His steps were small and careful. His bladder throbbed more with each one, and he knew he was leaning strangely in an attempt to soothe it.
Finally, the tailor let him stop walking and said he had everything he needed. Now Alex just had to get what HE needed… “Th—Thank you,” he said, feeling his aching holding muscles ALREADY starting to loosen up. He started for the restroom, but then he heard—
“Adam, you’re going to need to stay still for me here…”
“S—Sorry…”
Alex turned, watching as Adam fidgeted in place while a woman attempted to measure his chest. Was Adam nervous about this, too? Alex had felt way better having Adam there with him, and… Sure, he REALLY needed the toilet soon, but he wasn’t in any danger of an accident if he stuck around a little longer. He was only in danger of… Really, serious discomfort, and that wasn’t so bad.
“It’s okay, Adam,” Alex said.
“R—Right,” Adam nodded, shutting his eyes tightly. He remained still for a moment, but then he shifted his legs again. “Sorry!” His back went straight and he pushed his feet together, hands at his sides, rubbing against his pant-legs, like he always did when he had to pee really bad.
Oh.
Well. Now Alex DEFINITELY couldn’t go! That wouldn’t be fair! Adam was having such a difficult time staying still, obviously HE needed to use the restroom even worse than Alex did. Alex would hold it until Adam was able to pee.
“I—I’m really sorry,” Adam said again. “I’m trying.” Staying still was just… It was impossible. His heart was fluttering with panic, every time he stopped moving, he seriously felt like he was going to just… Pee. Like, there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop it. He felt SO close to a full-on accident that he was getting scared.
In the past, when he’d wet himself, he’d been mostly alright with it. He’d accepted that it HAD to happen. He’d understood that his body could only fit so much liquid into it before it had no choice but to pump it all out so that he didn’t explode into billions of tiny pieces. It was embarrassing, but he didn’t MIND it that much. It wasn’t devastating to have an accident at home, or in the car, or just in front of his friends.
But, here he was, a stranger really close to him, liable to get wet if he spilled over. He was in a pretty upscale clothing store, the sort of place he’d seldom ever been before. The floor beneath him was covered in a fancy, expensive looking plush carpet. The carpet was white and would stain forever if ANYTHING dripped on it.
Having an accident here WOULD be devastating. His and Alex’s wedding budget didn’t include ‘carpet replacements after Adam fails to hold his pee.’
He NEEDED to keep it in, and he just couldn’t figure out how the Hell to DO that without jiggling and crossing his legs and doubling over in complete agony.
He started to bounce again as she measured his shoulders. “Adam…”
“I—I’m sorry,” Adam repeated. “I— Look, I gotta be honest, I need to use the bathroom SO bad. Can we just pause for a minute?”
Alex blushed. He knew Adam wasn’t typically shy about his bladder, but… Alex could NEVER say that to a stranger, especially not in the middle of a fancy store! He WAS grateful that Adam had spoken up though. His own need was becoming more prominent by the second, and he’d started to shift back and forth between his feet— He swore he could HEAR the liquid sloshing inside him.
“Sorry,” the woman said. “Like I told you, our schedule is packed…”
Adam did a few more cringing bounces as he tried to get a handle on his situation. He wanted to argue that she’d probably be finished with him a lot FASTER if he was able to be measured with an empty bladder. He knew he could hold PERFECTLY still if he didn’t have a freaking water-cooler trying to claw its way out of him. “O—Okay, but can you hurry? I’m not kidding, this is an emergency.”
“You need to hold still,” she repeated. “That’s the only way I can rush this.”
Adam gritted his teeth and tensed everything he had, his legs pressed together and squeezed, and he needed to move, he needed to jump up and down and clutch himself and curl over. He needed to become the picture of a person whom was minutes away from drenching themselves with buckets of liquid. He needed to pee, fuck, he needed to pee so bad…
She finished with his shoulders, then moved on to his waist. Adam wondered if she’d even get an accurate measurement there. His bladder may have been so full that it was stretching him out a little. Not enough to really notice, but enough to throw off the measurement. Maybe his pants would end up being a tiny bit loose. ‘Hey, if you end up needing to piss this bad at your wedding, you’ll be thankful…’
He wouldn’t let THAT happen, of course. He’d make sure to pee before it started, the memory of THIS torment would be too fresh in his mind for him to forget. He and Alex had picked a venue, and now Adam wasn’t sure if they’d gotten the right place. He hadn’t even thought to check how many toilets would be there, how easy they were to get to, or anything like that. What if they got there and there was only one, and, like, they had to run through some kind of obstacle course to even use it?
Adam knew he was probably starting to lose it, his brain becoming as waterlogged as the rest of him. He needed something else to think about. Something he couldn’t possibly tie back to peeing. Like—
AHHHH!
The tailor had just SQUEEZED the tape measure around Adam’s middle, basically cutting into his bladder, slicing it WIDE open, and—- Ohhhh, he was gonna pee his pants, he was gonna pee— He doubled over, grabbed himself, and stamped his feet frantically, breathing heavily as he struggled to keep a very persistent leak at bay. If he let go of a drop, it was going to be all over. One drop, and it would feel too good for him to help himself. He’d just give in, let it all come rushing out, consequences be damned.
“Adam,” the tailor said. “Come on, I still need to do your legs.”
“H—Hurry—“ Adam begged, wishing she’d at least show him some kind of sympathy. She should have been thanking him for not gushing all over the carpet yet.
“Stand up a bit straighter,” she prompted.
Adam obeyed, and again he felt like his bladder was being torn open, taut skin stretching out in a way that was just agonizing. ‘Think about something else,’ he begged himself. He tried to think about kissing Alex on their wedding day, but then he imagined being allowed to use the toilet right afterwards.
“I need you to uncross your legs.”
Adam did, painfully. His hands remained wedged between them. They were the only things preventing the inevitable at that point.
Alex watched as Adam struggled so fretfully against his body’s need. Poor thing… Just WATCHING Adam strain and coil and brutally straighten himself out again was making Alex need to go even worse. His own legs had begun to cross back and forth, and he was trying to stop them. It wasn’t fair for him to writhe and squirm and jiggle when Adam was being forced to stay still in the face of such immense pressure.
The tailor was measuring Adam’s legs now, so Alex knew they were almost finished. Adam was staring up at the ceiling now, sweat glistening on his forehead. The corners of his eyes looked glassy, like he was about to cry just from the pain his tormented bladder was flooding him with.
Alex wished there was something he could DO about it. Adam would be finished here in just a couple minutes, but Alex wasn’t even sure if he had a couple SECONDS left to spare before his bladder erupted.
Alex caught himself starting to fidget his legs again and forced them apart from one another. His middle pulsed, the throbs of need were constant now. He was dangerously close to this becoming an emergency, but it was still NOTHING like what Adam was still dealing with.
“Okay, now walk back and forth a few times,” the woman told Adam.
“A—Alright,” Adam said, grateful to finally be granted permission to MOVE. Except, it wasn’t easy to walk. Moving his legs too far apart made him drip, and when those drips didn’t bring him even the barest hint of relief, the desire to let out MORE was strong. He kept bending forwards at the waist, as though scrambling to pick something up off the floor. He also needed to make frequent pauses to squeeze his thighs together and just… Rock back and forth for a couple seconds.
“Try to walk as you usually do,” the woman said.
“If I do that, then I’m going to have an accident,” Adam said. There was no uncertainty in his voice, and he tried to keep any embarrassment he felt out of it as well.
“You need to try,” she told him.
Adam DID try, he managed a few, more ‘casual’ steps, and then he felt a trickle rolling down his leg and—- Ahh, he just wanted to let the rest go, too! He snapped his legs together and crossed them, bouncing. “Th—That’s all I can do, I’m sorry. I really— I wouldn’t say this if I wasn’t serious, I am literally about to wet my pants.”
“… Well, we got all your measurements, at least,” the tailor said finally. “I guess that’s enough.” She picked up a clipboard, which had both Adam and Alex’s information written onto it. “I see you already picked out the suits you wanted, so we don’t need to do that tod—“
“Can I go?” Adam asked, hands flying back between his wriggling thighs. He wanted to ask her if she just had a vendetta against the carpet or something.
She kept reading, “Huh…” She remarked.
“What?!” Adam asked. If she said one of his measurements looked ‘off’ and they needed to try again… There was a decorative vase a few feet away. It could be cleaned a lot easier than the carpet…
“Alex, your waist is narrower than your hips,” she said. “Don’t see that on guys very often, you’re really skinny!”
… Dammit… WHY?
Adam tried to breathe deeply, but his bladder wouldn’t allow him to. He knew the woman hadn’t meant to, but she’d literally zeroed in on Alex’s BIGGEST insecurity. If someone’s goal was to make Alex feel like shit, then THAT was the easiest way to do it by far.
Alex did NOT like his hips. They bothered him immensely. They made him EXTREMELY uncomfortable. And, in HIS eyes, they appeared wider and rounder than they were in reality. He sometimes just FIXATED on them, and the feelings they caused.
Adam hoped this didn’t make him do that again. It hurt him badly to see Alex uncomfortable with himself.
He sure didn’t look comfortable now…
Alex froze, “Uh—Um… I guess I am skinny…” he said. “Adam, I— I have to go to the restroom real bad, too, hurry please?”
Adam didn’t need to be told twice. He… Actually hoped Alex really WAS desperate, and that was why he wanted to rush off. Alex was just dying to pee, and of course he wanted to help Adam make it before HE pissed his pants, that was why he was in such a hurry. It wasn’t because he was upset and hurt and didn’t want to be in public anymore. It wasn’t that.
They made it to the restroom, Alex opened the door, since Adam was still gripping himself with both hands. Adam wanted to say something to Alex, anything to make him forget about what had just happened. His stupid bladder wasn’t allowing him a moment’s pause, however. If he took a second to reassure Alex, he’d explode. He could see the fucking urinals now, he was leaking copiously into his pants, he was completely out of time.
He stumbled up to the closest urinal and opened his already damp pants. He could feel slick, warm wetness as he positioned his prosthetic and finally aimed. He was pretty much already pissing, so his stream just picked up speed slightly when he acknowledged that he was finally in the right spot. It felt… It felt like bliss, honestly. The simple fact that he didn’t have to STRAIN anything anymore was such a massive relief that he felt dizzy. The sensation of his poor bladder deflating was even better.
But, he was too worried about Alex to lose himself too completely to the pleasure of release.
He heard Alex walking behind him, and expected him to come stand beside him. But, instead, Alex headed into a stall. Adam hoped he just wanted some extra privacy to pee in— These urinals didn’t have dividers, and he knew Alex hated that.
He hoped Alex wasn’t just trying to hide…
Alex locked the stall door behind himself. He tried not to think about what the tailor had said. He knew she hadn’t done it to make him feel bad. She had no way of knowing it was a sensitive subject. He just… Didn’t like his hips. They made him feel bad, and… Papa had always… When Alex lived with him, Papa sometimes called them ‘child-bearing hips’, whenever he was talking to Alex about his future.
His future, where he was supposed to… He was supposed to get pregnant as many times as he could, have as many babies as possible. He… He liked the ‘babies’ part, he thought maybe he and Adam would adopt a child someday. But… Any time he imagined himself pregnant… He felt so sick, and scared. He felt a deep, visceral panic all the way down to his bones. It was the most terrifying thing he could think of. Nothing horrified him more. Sometimes, when something happened to remind him his body could DO that, he’d have trouble breathing and his vision would go really dark.
And, Papa never let him forget that his future was going to consist of nothing BUT that. And, when he got older and his body changed and he started to feel so icky all the time, Papa made sure he KNEW what his hips were good for.
Now, he was reminded of all of that all over again, and it made him feel like he needed to squirm out of his own body.
Alex could hear Adam flooding the urinal, and it made him need to go worse. He was right at the toilet, finally. He was sure he’d stop feeling so bad and gross after he used it. If he got rid of ONE of the things currently adding to his discomfort, he’d be okay. He could rid himself of his full bladder a lot easier than he could turn his hips into a shape he found more tolerable.
He unzipped and aimed, his bladder cramping more at the sight of the toilet. His toes curled inside his shoes and he shifted restlessly between his feet. Did everybody notice his hips when they looked at him? Did they think he looked weird because of them?
He tried to ignore those thoughts, particularly when he realized that they were distracting him from peeing. The idea refused to leave him alone, however. He tried to push down on his holding muscles to get his stream started, but it didn’t work. He just kept staring down at himself, his hips appearing wider and more shapely to him than they usually did.
“Nnnh,” Alex whined quietly. He really needed to go… He hated it when his brain got too busy and kept him from peeing! It was always so frightening! He had to empty his bladder so badly, it shouldn’t have taken him any effort to let it go!
But, it WAS taking effort. He was just standing there, straining, unable to get out a drop. He understood his current ‘stage-fright’ situation a little better than he had understood similar experiences in the past; Since something had caused him to feel uncomfortable here, his body didn’t want to accept that this was a safe place to relax and make himself vulnerable while he relieved himself.
Alex did his best to focus on the sound of Adam still peeing away. Poor Adam, no wonder he’d been flailing around so much, he was letting go of a typhoon now, and it was super loud to Alex’s ears. His own bladder flipped within him, desperate to join in. Yet, no matter how strong the pressure against his opening got, nothing would come out.
Frustrated, Alex pushed his pants down the rest of the way and sat on the toilet, deciding to see if he’d have better luck if he changed position. There WAS an immediate change, feeling the cold material of the toilet seat against his skin was an even harsher tease on his bladder than simply looking at the bowl was. Still, he couldn’t convince himself to actually GO.
He just sat there, feeling horridly bloated and full, squirming with desperation even though he was seated on a toilet and wanted nothing more than to start peeing. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to pretend he was at home, but that didn’t help either.
He heard Adam’s stream finally beginning to slow down, and a heavy sigh falling from his fiancé’s lips. Adam was almost done, and Alex hadn’t even gotten started! Alex pushed harder, wriggling where he sat, begging his bladder to please just empty. But, it wouldn’t. And he was getting REALLY uncomfortable with having his pants down, his hips on full display when he looked down.
Alex listened to the urinal being flushed, and just gave up. Clearly, he wasn’t going to be able to pee here, no matter how much he wanted to. He stood, pulled up his pants and zipped them, trying to ignore the throbs that continued to pulsate beneath his fly. When he opened the stall door and saw Adam, he tried to straighten up.
Adam thought he’d just peed… Alex knew better than to think Adam would be UPSET with him if he admitted he hadn’t, but… Alex had been in that stall for a while, the fact that he hadn’t gotten anything out in all that time was really embarrassing. And, since the issue was simply that a single, innocuous comment had rattled him too badly to unclench, that only added to the shame. He SHOULD have been able to pee, admitting that he was STILL holding on would be humiliating.
Besides, they weren’t that far from their apartment, and if Alex couldn’t pee when he was TRYING to, he doubted he’d be able to have an accident during the drive back. He’d be fine, he’d just have to keep feeling uncomfortable for a bit longer than he’d anticipated.
“Phew…” Adam exhaled. “Seriously almost pissed on the floor. This store ought to give us a discount to thank me for not doing that.”
“F—Feel better?” Alex asked, doing his best not to feel jealous. He really wanted to leave the bathroom now. Since it was useless to him, continuing to stand around inside it was just cruel to his bladder. He bounced on his toes a couple times, before he managed to stop. He had to pretend that he was empty. Maybe if he pretended hard enough, he’d even convince himself, and the heavy pressure weighing him down would lift a little.
“Way better,” Adam said, going to the sinks.
Great… Alex was going to have to deal with this, too. He cringed when he heard one of the faucets turn on, the rush of water forcing him to rub his legs together. He knew he had to wash his hands as well, he was going to have to put his hands underneath that spray, feel it trickling against his skin…
When he put his hands beneath the faucet, there was an abrupt and massive spike in his urgency. His thighs squeezed together and he brought himself up on the tips of his toes, trying to keep his face from twisting in agony. He knew Adam would just ask what was wrong, he knew Adam would only want to help him, but… Alex SHOULDN’T still be holding it! He should have peed, it was embarrassing that he hadn’t! Adam never had problems like that…
He took his hands back out and rubbed them against his pants anxiously. He wanted to go home… He was sure he’d be able to pee as soon as he was there! Adam didn’t need to know that this had happened.
Minutes later, they were in the car and about to head home. Alex struggled against the urge to squirm in his seat. Now that the seat-belt was on, wrapped around his bladder and providing it a painfully tight cradle, it was tricky not to cross his legs.
Adam held his hand for a moment, “Sweet thing, are you okay?” He asked.
Could Adam tell he was still full? Alex blushed, “Um—“
“That thing she said earlier… Lots of guys DO have wider hips, it’s not bad. I like how every part of your body looks.”
Alex blushed more. “I don’t like them… They make me think about… Stuff…”
Adam squeezed his hand tighter for a second before beginning to drive. “Can you tell me what they make you think about?”
Alex’s bladder lurched with an awful spasm when the car started to move. His ankles rubbed together the instant they went over a speed-bump, liquid sloshing painfully. “Papa used to remind me how my hips are for giving birth, and that was good since I’m supposed to have lots of babies. And… I mean, I LIKE babies, I hope we can adopt one whenever we’re ready for it, but… When I think about being… pregnant, I feel… It scares me really bad…”
Adam reached to rub Alex’s hand again, feeling that it was pretty clammy. “Okay, first I want you to know that your Dad should NEVER had said those things, and it’s normal that listening to that made you uncomfortable. Like, even if you actually WERE a girl, your Dad shouldn’t talk about your body that way and tell you what to do with it. Did he do that to your sisters?”
“Yeah,” Alex nodded, shifting in his seat slightly. He couldn’t find any position that kept the seat-belt away from his throbbing abdomen. “Patience was close to my age, so she got it a lot. Sometimes the little ones did too.”
“Gotta be honest, that’s kinda creepy,” Adam said. “You’re right to feel uncomfortable about it. And it’s also okay that the idea of pregnancy scares you. But, try not to worry TOO much about it. You’ve been on T for a long time, so it’s unlikely to happen— And, I mean, it’s IMPOSSIBLE for it to happen with me no matter WHAT we do together, so—“
“I— I know, it’s irrational,” Alex said. The car went over another bump, and Alex jostled his knee up and down for several seconds. The only reason he stopped was because he was worried he was making it too obvious. “But, I get so scared every time I think about it.”
“That’s alright,” Adam said. “Sounds like this might be a phobia you have— I think I’ve read that phobias can make you think a little less rationally. I’m sorry that looking at part of your body makes you think about scary things. But… That’s not what your hips are FOR, they’re yours, so they’re for whatever YOU want to do with them.”
Alex shuffled his feet. “Okay…” he said.
He still didn’t sound that comfortable, so Adam added; “How about… I could teach you to dance? Maybe that can help change what you think about when you look at your hips? I dunno…” It at least SOUNDED plausible in his head. If Alex was able to associate that area of his body with something else, he SHOULD be able to feel a little better about it.
Alex shrugged. He hadn’t been allowed to dance when he lived with Papa. And he was pointedly trying NOT to dance right now… “I guess that could be fun.”
“Okay, awesome,” Adam smiled. “We’re gonna dance at our wedding anyways, right?”
“Y—Yeah!” Alex said, smiling more now. He glanced out the window, dismayed to see that they still had a bit longer to go before they reached home. He was fidgeting more in his seat now, insides throbbing with the need to release some pressure. Oh, he wished he’d been able to pee while he’d been in that stall! He wished he’d at least managed to get some of it out…
His need was creeping upwards in intensity at an alarming pace. The seatbelt was constricting his bladder to such a degree that he felt like his middle was being cut into. He was trying his best to stay still, gripping the sides of his seat so that his hands didn’t go to his crotch, tensing his legs so they wouldn’t bounce… But, he kept needing to adjust his position, searching for one that didn’t make him feel like he was going to explode.
Adam noticed all of Alex’s restless movement. He thought it looked like he needed to take a leak, but he’d JUST gone a few minutes ago, hadn’t he? It must have been something else… “You’re gonna look really good in your suit,” Adam told him, hoping that would assuage any of Alex’s lingering unease. “I might have some trouble keeping my hands off you during the ceremony…”
“Heh…” Alex cracked a smile, but he was far too distracted by his bladder to do much more. “You’ll look good too,” he said, continuing to stare out the window, trying to count the number of turns left to make before they’d finally be home and he’d at last be able to unload his bladder. They’d be on the highway soon, and then it wouldn’t be much further. Ten more minutes, at most. Alex could handle ten more minutes of this, even if he had to ignore all his urges to begin squirming.
They turned onto the highway, and were immediately met with miles of frozen traffic. Alex’s bladder cramped painfully at the sight, and the realization that he was likely an HOUR away from home, from the relief he needed so much… “Nnnh…” Alex mewled softly without intending to, tapping a foot sharply.
Adam turned, “Hm?” He asked. “What’s the matter, sweet thing?”
Alex shook his head, “N—Nothing…” he said softly. Adam thought he’d JUST peed, it hadn’t been long enough for him to need it again yet! He, again, tried to pretend to himself that he really HAD used the toilet before getting in the car. He hadn’t gotten any stage-fright, everything had poured out exactly like it was supposed to. So, that meant his bladder was still mostly empty. He didn’t need to pee hardly at all.
All the pretending in the world could not erase what was true, though. He was desperate to go, so desperate that his throat was constricting and panicked sweat was trickling down his neck. Trapped in the car, not moving at all, with nowhere to let it out, was making his heart pound. He shook a little from head to toe, and tucked his hands beneath his thighs, rocking side to side in his seat.
Adam noticed Alex fidgeting, heard his breathing start to accelerate. “Are you sure you’re alri—“
“When will we get home?!” Alex blurted. “I want— I wanna be at home soon…”
Adam looked him over. He was SERIOUSLY acting like he needed to go to the bathroom, but that couldn’t have been it. At most, it had been thirty minutes since Alex had last used the toilet. He hadn’t been drinking any more copiously than usual today. It must have been something else causing him distress. He was still upset after earlier…
Adam took his hand and squeezed it. “I’m sorry, with the roads all backed up it might be about an hour.”
“An hour?” Alex whimpered. He’d assumed as much, but it was horrifying to hear that be confirmed. He couldn’t— He could NOT wait for another hour! He’d already waited long enough!
“Is that okay?” Adam asked. “I’m really sorry, there isn’t another way home. Just hold my hand, try to feel better.”
Alex gripped Adam’s hand tighter, searching for the emotional relief the action usually brought him. Nothing could make Alex feel relieved now, though. Not even clinging to Adam.
“It’s okay…” Adam said gently. “We’ll be home soon, and I’ll just hold you for a while until you feel—“
“I—“ Alex interrupted, a sharp pang stabbing his opening just before a tiny spurt of warmth spilled out between his thighs. He tensed up and stamped his feet. He couldn’t do this anymore, he had to at least be free to squirm, or else he was going to have an accident all over his seat. “Adam, I… I really, really have to go…”
Adam stroked Alex’s hand tenderly. Even after hearing those words, he had a difficult time believing Alex could actually be desperate again already. “Go where?”
“T—To the bathroom,” Alex said, his bladder thrashing at the admission and forcing him to cross his legs. The hand not clasping Adam’s went between his legs and he rocked himself against it. “Adam, I— I need the bathroom now…”
Adam squeezed his hand harder. “I—It’s okay,” he said. “Just one hour. You can—“
“I can’t!” Alex interrupted. “I can’t wait another hour, I— I’ve been waiting too long!”
Adam, again, tried to calm him down. “It’s okay,” he repeated. “It hasn’t been that long. You went before we—“
“I didn’t!” Alex moaned, shuffling his feet against the floor, his bladder throbbing with nonstop pulses, each one feeling more and more like it was going to end in a leak. “I couldn’t go then, and I already had to go bad, and now I can’t wait. I’m gonna wet myself!”
Panic gripped Adam too then. “You didn’t go earlier?”
Alex shook his head, feeling another burst of liquid warming up his boxers. It was coming out… He had to fight even harder to restrain this leak, doubling forwards and clutching himself tightly. “I couldn’t! I tried, and it just wouldn’t come out. I thought I could make it home, but I can’t!”
“… Oh,” Adam said guiltily. He’d… He’d been so focused on emptying his own bladder, that he hadn’t paid much attention to what Alex was doing in the stall. He hadn’t noticed that no trickling sounds had ever emerged from within it. He’d just assumed Alex had emptied. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize—“
“N—Not your fault,” Alex said. “I’m the one that couldn’t go…”
“And that’s not YOUR fault,” Adam said. “That just happens sometimes, it’s oka—“
“I—It’s not,” Alex insisted tearfully, bouncing up and down. All the jiggling was just sloshing his bladder and irritating its sensitive walls even more, but he couldn’t stop moving around now that he’d started. “I’m gonna pee myself…”
“Y—You won’t!” Adam tried to reassure him, but it really DID look like Alex was on the verge of doing exactly that. It made Adam’s heart clench to watch him in so much discomfort. When he spotted tears forming in the corners of Alex’s eyes, Adam panicked and tried to think of a solution. Alex would start to sob for real if he had an accident… Adam couldn’t stand seeing him cry.
They were just barely crawling down the road, and Adam couldn’t spot any exits close to their current position. No sign indicating a gas station that could save Alex just in time. He moved to open the glove box. It was tricky for either one of them to fill a bottle while sitting down, but he’d helped Alex do it before, they could do that again.
But, there weren’t any bottles, and Adam knew EXACTLY what Alex would say if he suggested he just climb out of the car and release his flood on the side of the road. Alex would never be able to do that in broad daylight, everyone being able to watch him from their cars. He’d probably be so scared about getting in trouble for it that he wouldn’t even be ABLE to pee, no matter how close to exploding his bladder he may have been.
Adam remembered a story his Dad had told him once. He’d gotten desperate during a huge traffic jam before too, and eventually he’d gotten out of the car and opened the hood, pretending to look for a problem while really just using it as a shield to discreetly relieve himself onto the pavement.
Would Alex be okay with THAT? No one would be able to tell what he was doing if he stood really close to the front of the car… “Sweet thing, um… I don’t think the traffic will get better for a while, and… There aren’t any bottles, and—“
“I can’t wait,” Alex moaned, contorting in all directions. “I’m gonna wet the seat— Please don’t be mad at me!”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Adam told him. “I won’t be mad at you, but you aren’t gonna wet the seat, I promise.”
“But— But there’s nowhere else to go— I— I feel sick, Adam,” Alex said. “It really hurts.” His face had gone very pale, his cheeks and forehead dampening with sweat.
“Just… Get out of the car, go to the front and lift up the hood. Act like there’s something wrong with the car, and then you’ll have enough cover to—“
“S—Someone will notice!” Alex protested, shifting his legs restlessly. “I don’t want to get in trouble!”
“You won’t, it will be okay,” Adam reassured. “I promise.”
Alex shook his head, and he looked so frightened that Adam dropped the subject.
“Just— If you have to, that’s an option,” Adam said. “Hopefully we’ll see a gas station soon.”
Alex nodded, moving constantly where he sat. His hair was starting to go slick from his copious sweating. He looked so pained that Adam WANTED to keep pushing him to just get out and piss in front of the car.
Alex was too terrified of being caught and punished for it, though. There was a chance he’d freeze up again, and STILL not manage to drain his bladder.
Adam kept glancing around the car— There had to be SOMETHING useful. If not a bottle, then… Something, anything! He wanted to get Alex some relief as badly as Alex himself wanted it! Finally, he turned around in his seat and spotted a few towels left in the back from when they’d visited a pool with Camille.
There were four towels, if they were layered, they’d hold a lot, especially if Alex didn’t let it all out in the same spot. Adam reached and grabbed them, tugging them to the front. “O—Okay, how about… Uh, just… stand up for a second and pull down your pants.”
Alex looked up from the huddled, trembling ball of desperate knots he’d tied himself into. “H—Huh?”
“Move your pants out of the way, and then you can sit on these towels, so if you… If you can’t make it, you won’t wet your clothes or stain the seat or anything.”
“But, the towels—“
“We can wash them, it will be fine,” Adam said. “It’s okay. I’d rather have stained towels than see you in pain.”
“O—Okay,” Alex said. He hurried to unbuckle his seatbelt, and after a few moments of fumbling with his shaking hands, managed to unlatch it. The sudden release of the belt from around his aching bladder felt really good, but the loss of pressure reminded him so much of the feeling of actually PEEING that it made him moan.
He pushed his clothing down around his ankles as Adam spread the towels out on his seat, one atop the other. When Alex lowered himself onto them, naked from the waist down, he squirmed with discomfort. It felt weird to be so exposed in the car, even if he knew no one but Adam could see.
“There…” Adam said. “Now, if you start to pee, pay attention to how wet the towels are getting, move them a bit if you think they’re too soaked. But, with four of them, I think they should be able to hold everything.”
“Wh—What if they can’t?”
“Then we can clean whatever makes it to the seat,” Adam said. “It will be fine. You can keep trying to wait, but it’s okay if you use the towels.”
Alex felt better already upon hearing that. A lot of the panic left him. Just, the knowledge that he didn’t NEED to hold it all in until he got home was a relief. For several minutes, he felt so much more secure that it was actually EASIER to hold his bladder in. He was even able to put his seatbelt back in place with only minimal discomfort.
Then, they finally started moving again! Alex sighed, feeling hopeful. There should be a gas station soon, he’d get to relieve his bladder PROPERLY into an actual toilet. It really WOULD be okay.
Only, then the car in front of them came to a sudden stop and Adam had to slam on the brakes. Alex was jolted hard, his seatbelt pulling him backwards and squeezing so firmly into his bladder that a hard gush of pee hissed out from between his legs, wetting the towels and— Ohhh, it felt so good… He actually LET it continue for a few seconds before remembering what he was doing, squirming his thighs together in an attempt to stop it. He managed to slow it down, but it continued to trickle slowly.
Adam took his hand again, having heard the hiss of his loss of control. “It’s okay… Shhh… Just let it all go…” He rubbed Adam’s thumb slightly, encouraging. “Pretend you’re on the toilet…”
Alex shut his eyes and tried to do that. He wasn’t in the car, he was in the restroom. He was sitting on the toilet, because it was the middle of the night and he was sleepy and bursting. He’d woken up from a dream filled with watery imagery, and he had to go so bad that he’d barely sat down in time.
His spray resumed, leaking out into the material of the towels underneath him. He could feel the warmth spreading out in between his thighs and around his butt, and it wasn’t the most pleasant sensation, but his bladder finally squeezing itself dry felt so amazingly wonderful that it didn’t bother him too much. “Haaahhhh…” he exhaled, starting to shudder, a smile forming on his face.
“There you go…” Adam said. “That’s better… Just let it happen…”
Alex did, completely forgetting where he was. All he could comprehend was the immense relief and satisfaction of finally giving his body what it so desperately needed. It pumped out of him in a strong, pressurized rush, the towels beneath him rapidly saturating. He forgot that he was supposed to watch out for that until Adam reminded him.
“That part’s pretty wet now, move over a little…”
Alex reached and adjusted the towels, starting to flood a dryer spot now. “Ahhhh…” he moaned, shaking harder.
“Feel good now?” Adam asked.
“Yeah…”
“Good…” Adam said, continuing to rub Alex’s hand until he was completely empty, just sitting there blearily as the final drips seeped from him.
Alex made no move to get back up or remove the towels, still adjusting to how it felt not to be exploding.
“All finished?” Adam said.
“Yes,” Alex nodded. Finally, he stood up and pulled his pants back on. He carefully rolled the towels back up, and was even more relieved when he saw nothing had made it onto the seat. “Where do I put the—“
“Just, on the floor is fine,” Adam said.
Alex left the towels by his feet and sat back down. “Phew…”
“Everything okay now?”
Alex nodded again. “Thank you…”
“You’re welcome,” Adam told him. “And… Next time you’re having trouble peeing, it’s alright to tell me, you know? It’s fine to get stage-fright every now and then, it happens.”
“You haven’t ever had that problem,” Alex said. “Only me.”
“That’s not true,” Adam shook his head. “I’ve had it happen before too. The first time I used a urinal? I had a LOT of trouble. All the stalls were taken, I was bursting, and I hadn’t gotten good at using my STP through a zipper yet. I couldn’t go at all, but I couldn’t hold it anymore either. I told my Dad and he taught me this way I can breathe to calm myself down, and that worked when I tried to go again. If you tell me when you’re having trouble, I can help you.”
“O—Okay,” Alex said. “Next time…”
“Good.” |
Like the last few stories I've posted, this was originally written using characters from a non-kink book I've written. So, name-changes were made and the setting was kept vague to keep it from being recognizable, I hope the vagueness does not distract from the desperation content.
As a warning, the characters appearing in this one are from a horror/comedy book that I wrote; They are serial killers and, while there will not be any graphic violence or murder here, there will be references to it. So, if that’s not your cup of tea, you can skip this one.
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“Okay,” Julian declared as he twisted the final knot around Jesse’s wrist. “That should hold you… How much time do you want me to give you down here?”
Jesse considered it. The ropes binding his legs together and keeping his arms behind his back were uncomfortable and he didn’t want to be in them for long. But, they were supposed to cause discomfort, and he needed enough time in them to ensure a person wouldn’t be able to free themselves from the rope they’d chosen, or the knots they’d learned to tie. “A couple hours,” Jesse answered.
Julian gave him a quizzical look, “Really? That lon—“
“We can’t have one of our subjects escape,” Jesse said. “I have to make extra certain that such an act would be impossible.”
“Well…” Julian looked down at his feet. “if you’re sure, I guess… I’ll go get some stuff at the store, then. You just… Stay here and… Try to get yourself out of those binds.”
“Okay,” Jesse said. As Julian climbed the stairs to leave their basement, Jesse was already wriggling his fingertips. He could scarcely bend his fingers at all, the ropes were so tight and firm. He doubted he’d be able to escape from them, but that was a good thing; It meant none of his future victims would be able to, either.
He figured he ought to try a little harder though, pretend he was fighting for his life like the people he tied up would inevitably be doing. He tried to thrash and writhe, but without the presence of the heart-pounding adrenaline he’d have if he was actually on the receiving end of a drawn out, painful murder, he didn’t think he was putting his whole heart into getting free.
Once he’d lost the circulation in his arms, it had stopped being that uncomfortable, too. So, even less motivation to fight with the bindings. He continued to put in a little effort, though. He fidgeted his legs as much as he could, he kept flexing his arms, but nothing seemed to make the ropes loosen. If anything, they were just getting tighter. The one wrapped around his lower torso was getting particularly tight… It was more uncomfortable than all the others, his middle felt really tense, and—
He should have peed before asking Julian to tie him up. He definitely should have peed. Now that he’d noticed the urge within, it seemed to intensify. How interesting that acknowledging a pain makes it amplify a little like that… It was as if once he’d made note of the discomfort, he’d given it a megaphone. His bladder was now demanding all of his attention.
He tried to ignore it for a while, but he couldn’t. It was throbbing and pulsating, and the fact he could neither cross his legs nor hold himself was making it worse. He finally seemed to find the motivation he’d needed to really fight against the ropes keeping him bound. Even if he couldn’t free his hands so he could get his zip down, he at least wanted the use of his legs so he could try and pin his opening shut between them.
His hips hitched back and forth, the only part of his body he could move around that freely. He was trying to ease the ropes over his legs downwards, if he could force them down to his ankles, rather than around his thighs and knees where they were now, they’d be too loose and he’d be able to step out of them. Then he’d get to do all the leg-crossing he wanted!
He couldn’t push the ropes down though. To do that, he’d need hands, which he knew he had even less chance of breaking free. He could sort of twist his ankles around, and he hooked them against one another, but that didn’t bring him much relief. The rope over his midsection was quickly becoming his worst enemy. Why did Julian have to put it RIGHT there? It was DIRECTLY over his bladder, and it seemed to squeeze itself more and more with each passing second. As if it wasn’t merely a rope, but a strangely camouflaged boa constrictor that was hell-bent on watching Jesse pee his pants.
Wait… No. He wasn’t THAT desperate already, was he? A few seconds of steady breathing and Jesse determined that he was certainly close to having to worry about that. His bladder was so full, the rope squishing it was so tight, and he couldn’t do anything to help hold it in! If he didn’t get out of these ropes soon, he was going to get soaked.
Wet pants weren’t too uncommon for Jesse. He’d had serious bedwetting issues for as far back as he could remember; Some nights he’d wet his pajamas, change his damp clothes, put a new sheet of plastic over the bed, fall back asleep… And then pee himself again before morning. He wasn’t sure what it was, he just could not for the life of him wake up when his bladder needed emptying.
He’d wet his pants while awake not too long ago as well; He’d managed to get himself locked into a freezer overnight while he really, really, really needed to go. He’d known he’d needed to conserve his energy if he was to survive the below freezing temperatures for so long in his thin clothes, and that holding it in would make that difficult. He also knew that urine would be warm… So, he’d just taken a deep breath and let it flow.
For a few seconds, his plan worked. He no longer had to put any energy into holding his bladder closed, and his legs were sieged by a pleasant heat that overpowered the frigid air that had been battering against them. He was actually feeling kind of proud of himself for being intelligent enough to use the tools at his disposal to warm himself.
And then he remembered that liquid cooled off pretty quickly when in such low temperatures. He felt significantly LESS smart when his urine began to freeze itself against his leg.
He shook his head back and forth to clear it of these memories. Not just because they were embarrassing, but because he could remember the relief he’d felt in that freezer as his bladder released its contents in a nice, steady hiss… He remembered all the pee dreams he’d had before waking up wet, how all of them had ended with finding a urinal just in time and crying out in ecstasy as he hosed it down… Sure, that was always followed with a moan of despair when he woke to find he’d drenched his bed again, but at least his bladder had been empty all those times!
As he tried to block out the tantalizing memories of blissful oblivion, his bladder forced out its first spurt into his tight skinny jeans— Because, of course, he’d had to wear his tightest jeans today as well! He panicked and squeezed his thighs together, the only thing he could do to try and hold his need back. He was trembling, shaking and rolling about on the ground, trying to break through the ropes from brute-force alone.
Of course, that didn’t work. He managed to roll himself on top of his stomach, though. The instant he did, it was like every bit of his weight was slamming on top of his bladder. Pain erupted beneath his sensitive flesh, his bladder shrieking in wild frenzy as a huge spurt poured from his tip. He quickly fought to roll over onto his back, but after such a brutal experience, his bladder was angry and thrashing, more and more leaks wetting the crotch of his pants.
Jesse moaned into the darkness of his basement. He was positive now that the ropes were inescapable, because now he really had been fighting for dear life and he hadn’t managed to loosen them even slightly. “Julian!?” Jesse called, before remembering that Julian had been about to go to the store… He groaned, tensed his thighs and clenched his muscles as hard as he could, straining his ears out for Julian to return home.
‘All these years researching new, creative methods of torture,’ Jesse thought miserably in the dark. ‘And the worst one of all was staring me straight in the face the whole time…’ He didn’t like to think that his work, the experiments he’d done to see how much pain a human could withstand, could be outdone by a simple biological urge…But, this truly was a form of torture; One Jesse had never thought about before. To need to pee so badly while something squeezed the living daylights out of his bladder and he couldn’t even squirm in any meaningful way…That horrible throbbing ache that started in his middle, careened up his back and pulsated through his most delicate and sensitive areas… Could his experiments even measure up to this kind of pain?
Perhaps this would be a good thing to try next time he acquired a test subject? He’d have to find a way to keep the subject from wetting themselves. Jesse was only fighting so hard not to pee in his clothing because he didn’t want Julian to come home and find him laying in a puddle of urine. A test subject would be unlikely to care what their captors thought of them or have any desire not to make a mess of the torture dungeon, so would have less incentive to hold…
Perhaps Jesse should have been thinking of different escape methods and not of horrible things to do to whatever victims he managed to get his hands on in the future, but thinking about his work was always a good distraction. And he really, really needed a distraction!
It only lasted so long, though. Then, he could think of little more than ‘Have to pee! Oh, please! I have to pee so bad! Please, I need to urinate! I have to go! I need the restroom right now! Please, please, please! I can’t hold it! I need to pee!’
Then, he heard the door opening. Julian was coming down the stairs, “It’s been about an hou—“
“Julian, please release me,” Jesse instructed.
“You said two hours, th—“
“I recall what my instructions were previously,” Jesse said. “But, now I urgently need to void!”
Julian blinked at Jesse for a few seconds. Sometimes it seemed like Jesse had blended up an entire thesaurus and then drank it like some kind of disgusting smoothie. He didn’t understand why Jesse always had to try and make people think he was some kind of super genius, all it did was make him talk weird and use words normal people didn’t understand. “Um… You need to do… What?”
“I am experiencing a terrible exigency, my body requires me to pass water straightaway.” When he again received a blank stare, Jesse groaned; “I have to micturate, Julian.”
“…What?”
“I must urinate!”
“You… Oh, you’re all jiggly! Do you mean you gotta take a piss?” Julian guessed.
Jesse winced at Julian’s vulgar tongue, (Jesse hated swearing, he thought it made a person sound frightfully unintelligent.) as well as at the fact that his accomplice apparently had not previously been clear on what the word ‘urinate’ meant. But, he nodded. “Yes, dreadfully! Please, untie me!”
“Okay!” Julian said. He knelt down next to Jesse and had him roll onto his side. Jesse cringed as turning over made his liquids slosh and push themselves against his opening.
“Hurry…” Jesse said.
“I am,” Julian assured. “Now… Um… Uh…. How do you take the knot back out?”
“You didn’t consider it may be of the essence to work that out prior to tying me up?”
“Sorry…” Julian said. “Maybe I can just cut you free instead, do you think we’ve got something that could do that?”
“Julian, you are presently in a torture dungeon,” Jesse reminded. “Everything in here is sharp, I’m sure something will get the job done.”
Julian opened several of the drawers, each stocked full of various dangerous implements. He soon found a decent looking knife.
Jesse squirmed on the ground and listened as Julian sharpened up a knife before returning to him. He felt a bit of relief when Julian began cutting apart the rope binding his hands. When they were freed, they stung with a million pins and needles as the blood flow finally returned to them after so long. The tingling was of no concern however. It didn’t matter that his hands didn’t feel right, what mattered was what they could do. And right now, all they could do was press against his crotch. He couldn’t get a fantastic grip through his tight jeans, but it was something and it was enough to make him give a tiny sigh. “Ahh…”
Julian heard his little moan and flinched, “You’re not… You’re not ‘going’, are you?”
“No!” Jesse cried out. “I’m just… I’ve been really desiring the use of my hands, and it… Feels better to be able to—“
“Oh,” Julian said. He then sliced through the rope tied around Jesse’s waist, then finally took care of the ones binding his legs. The instant Jesse’s legs were free, they were crossed, scissoring against one another, completely out of Jesse’s control.
“Wow, I guess you do have to go really bad,” Julian said.
“Silence,” Jesse commanded. He forced himself up onto his feet, and realized that he was still pretty far from being okay. To get to the restroom, he’d need to leave the basement. And to do that, he had to make it up a flight of stairs. “Are there any containers down here?”
Julian shrugged, “I don’t think so… It’s not like it’s that far to walk.”
Jesse hesitated for a moment before placing his foot up onto the first step. He immediately let out a sharp hiss of air through his teeth. An intense wave of need had snaked through his foot, up the line of his leg, and directly into his throbbing abdomen; He felt a short spray of urine shoot from his tip. He could not recall ever needing to relieve himself so urgently before in his life. “I have to do it right here,” he announced.
“What?!” Julian asked, alarmed.
Jesse was already working on his zipper.
“You can’t be serious? You’re just gonna piss on the steps?”
“I have been left with no other options,” Jesse said. “The pressures of nature are simply too much for me to bear at the moment, I have no choice but to—“ He stopped speaking abruptly as it registered to him that something was wrong; His zipper was not coming down. It wasn’t even budging. He gripped hold of it and yanked with his full strength, but still it remained up. His pants were much too tight for him to just yank them down by the waistband— Not that he particularly wanted to expose quite THAT much of his body to Julian, anyway…
“Julian, my zipper is stuck!” he cried out in a panic.
“Once you’re actually at a TOILET, I’ll help you!” Julian said. “Don’t pee on the steps!”
Jesse bounced in place, continuing to tug the accursed zipper. His holding muscles were so exhausted, it took every ounce of willpower he had to keep his bladder’s contents where they belonged. He wanted to fire back that, whether his zipper came down or not, the steps were GOING to be peed on; The only difference would be whether or not Jesse’s clothes would get wet as well… But, before he could even open his mouth, it registered to him that the area around his crotch was starting to feel strangely warm. Then, he picked up on the sounds; A loud hiss had begun to fill the room, like the sound of air being let out of a balloon. This was underpinned with the distinct noise of liquid splashing against concrete.
Panicked, he tried to get a good grip on his member, but all this did was get his hands wet as the deluge only continued to build in intensity. Jesse shuddered with equal parts embarrassment and relief… So much relief… He’d needed to do this for so long, finally having it come out felt nothing short of exquisite. But, every few seconds the textile sensations of his rapidly dampening clothing would register to him once more, and the humiliation would begin to outweigh the relief.
The fact Julian was there didn’t help, Jesse found himself wishing he’d just gone ahead and had his accident BEFORE Julian had come home. Being found in a massive puddle of urine would have been slightly less embarrassing than being watched while CREATING a massive puddle of urine. The amount he was letting loose was also somewhat mortifying; he’d been spraying uncontrollably for at least a full minute, and he didn’t feel like he’d be done any time soon.
Julian was just watching him, and he wanted to tell him to look away but he couldn’t even find his voice through the shock.
Julian apparently COULD find his, though. “Hey… Um… Well, you piss the bed practically every single night, so at least this isn’t a totally new experience for you, right?”
Jesse finally remembered how to talk, “You’re not helping!” he shouted overtop of the stunningly noisy hiss that was still emitting from his midsection.
“Sorry… Feel any better at least?”
Jesse scowled, but had to admit that he definitely did. A brief shiver passed through him as the last of his urine drained from his body and he gave a very soft sigh. The sigh wasn’t purely from relief, but also from dismay. As he stood there, soaked from the waist down and stinking of urine partway up the stairs of his makeshift torture dungeon, Jesse wondered what he could have possibly done to deserve this much humiliation. That would, however, forever remain a mystery to him. |
As Jesse changed out of his soaked clothes, he grumbled to himself about the indignity of it all. His bladder had never really been on his side, always seeming to fill itself to the brim at the worst possible moments. His body’s perceptions of itself had always been a little off kilter. He’d never known quite what to call it… His body was just always icy cold, which he supposed was why he never seemed to get sweaty. In addition, he was just perpetually numb. Things that should have hurt just… didn’t. He was able to stick his fingers into candle flame without feeling much of anything. He could wrap his hand around a shining light bulb and not register it burning.
It was not unless Jesse was experiencing an extreme level of pain, for example if instead of a small burn from a candle or bulb, his entire arm had been set on fire, only then did the agony manage to register itself. He’d never understood why he didn’t feel things the way other people did. In his earliest memory, his hand is full of cactus needles and his Mother is screaming, freaking out and trying to soothe him. But, Jesse is just sitting there and staring at the pointy things jabbed into him, with no idea why Mother is asking him over and over if he’s okay. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just interesting.
But, this constant numbness, this inability to recognize a sensation until it became very strong, meant that Jesse could barely ever realize that he needed to relieve his bladder until it was a catastrophic emergency. This, Jesse thought, was one of the biggest problems with being so numb. When he was very little and kept on having accidents well after others his age had stopped, Mother had taken him to a doctor, thinking that he had something wrong in his bladder.
He didn’t. The doctor asked him if he couldn’t feel when he had to go, and he tried to explain that he COULD, but only when it was really close to coming out. The doctor just assumed he was like any other kid, not paying attention because he was busy playing.
But, as Jesse got older, old enough to stop getting so caught up in games that he neglected pee breaks, his problem stayed the same. He couldn’t count the number of times he passed up an opportunity for a piss, only to suddenly find himself on the verge of an accident two minutes later. He’d driven his teachers crazy with it in elementary school. “We JUST had a bathroom break, Jesse. You can wait.”
But, Jesse could never wait. He’d wriggle and squirm, and then he’d pee in his seat after about half an hour of constant jiggling. He would be comforted by his Mother each time this happened. He would also be comforted every time he wet the bed growing up, which happened most nights. “It’s okay, Jesse,” she said. “You’ll grow out of this.”
But, Jesse never did.
All through middle and high school, Jesse would have to be careful to remind himself to pee at each break, even when he didn’t feel the need to go. And even though he’d felt none of the pressure in his bladder, he would often stand there peeing for almost half a minute, the relief not registering any more than the urge had.
The only times the sensations of relief were strong enough to penetrate the numbness was when Jesse had been completely bursting to go, like he had been earlier…
Even though that bout of desperation had ended with an enormous puddle, it was still not the most desperate Jesse had ever been in his life. No, that honor went to when he and Julian had needed to split town last year once it became clear people were growing suspicious of their activities.
The plan was to travel by train across the country to a new location and begin their work once more there. When it came time to get off one train and get onto another, they were to do so as quickly as possible in order to avoid being seen by anyone employed at the station or getting spotted on a security camera.
There was not, as Jesse emphatically told Julian over and over, any time to use the restroom at the train stations. Jesse spent some of the time they were traveling working on a letter to his Mother, telling her not to worry about his whereabouts and that he was safe. He spent even more of the time they were traveling growing more and more annoyed by Julian’s incessant pleas for a toilet break.
The moron had been nice and quiet during the first two stops. Then, after that it was “Jesse, I have to piss!” “Jesse, I have to piss NOW!” “Jesse, I can’t hold it!” “Jesse, please, you gotta let me go here!” Jesse would angrily shush him each time. They were supposed to be QUIET as they maneuvered through the stations to avoid drawing attention. Julian loudly begging for a urinal was not helping them accomplish that.
“Silence!” Jesse hissed, forcing Julian onto the next train. “You do not need to go that badly. You are imagining it.”
Julian’s legs had twisted together and begun to bounce. Confused, he said “How could I be imagining it?! I’ve already peed a little!”
Jesse grimaced. He had not wanted to know that. “Well, then you’ve released the excess pressure, haven’t you? That means you can retain the rest inside yourself.”
Deciding those words probably amounted to ‘Just shut up and hold it!’, Julian chewed on his lip and stared out the window as the train started to move. He held himself as he was jostled around. “I can’t, Jesse…” Julian said. “I just GOTTA go at the next stop.”
Jesse rolled his eyes at his accomplice’s pathetic display. “We can have one comfort break today,” he conceded.
“What’s—“
“We will pee once,” Jesse interrupted. “But, only when it becomes necessary. When we BOTH absolutely require it.”
“But, Jesse, I ‘absolutely require it’ RIGHT now,” Julian said, and he curled and twisted every which way as he fought not to flood the seat he was in.
“But, I do not,” Jesse said. “And I don’t want to waste our one break if I don’t need to make use of it.”
“But… YOU’RE the one that says we can only have—“
“You are lucky I am allowing even one,” Jesse interrupted. “Now, be quiet and control yourself. You will get to do what you need to do later.”
Julian felt like he was going to ‘do what he needed to do’ in his pants any second now, but he could tell there was no arguing with Jesse. He understood WHY Jesse didn’t want to linger around the train stations for long, but Julian didn’t think peeing would take all THAT much time! Sure, Julian was probably holding five gallons of piss inside his body right now, but Julian was a fast pee-er. If he pushed hard enough, he was sure he could get it all out in under a minute. He imagined how loudly it was gonna spray, how good it was gonna feel, how—
Drip…
He snapped his legs together and tried to STOP imagining those things.
Jesse refused Julian’s repeated begs for the toilet at the next stop and forced him onto the next train. Thirty minutes after that one took off down the rail, Jesse’s bladder at last became full enough to penetrate through his numb senses, and he instantly went from feeling not even the tiniest tingle in his middle to fighting not to double over as urgent spasms rocked through his entire body. “We will be taking that break at the next stop,” he informed Julian, hissing through his teeth.
For the ten millionth time in his life, Jesse cursed his perpetual physical insensitivity to all stimuli. He had observed the behavior of others enough to know that everyone else was capable of recognizing when their bladder was starting to get a little full, they could register they needed the toilet long before they were bursting for it. But, not Jesse. His bladder only ever felt completely empty or filled to its brim, he didn’t get to have that warning build-up over time.
Julian, being a person that possessed two functioning eye balls, could tell right away that Jesse was dying for the toilet now, and this confused him. If Jesse had been holding it this whole time too, why hadn’t he agreed to go earlier? “But— We were just near a bathroom! Why’d you—“
“My affairs are none of your concerns, Julian,” Jesse said.
“…Affairs?” Julian repeated. “What? Holding it until you’re about to wet your pants when you were JUST near a toilet— One that I BEGGED you to stop at— That’s an ‘affair’?”
“I had no need to relieve myself at the last stop,” Jesse said. But, dear GOD did he have such a need now! His jeans were squishing his abdomen without even the slightest hint of mercy. It felt like a twenty pound bowling ball was crammed inside his body, bruising and slamming into his other organs.
“What the Hell do you mean?!” Julian asked, staring at Jesse’s knotted legs and the hands pinned between them. He knew his own position was probably no less pathetic than Jesse’s by now, but he’d at least been trying ALL DAY to get to a bathroom… “You’ve obviously been holding it a while!”
“I felt no urge to go until now,” Jesse stated. He bounced up and down in his seat, his hands kneading painfully into his crotch. He knew how ridiculous his claim must have sounded, even if it was the truth.
Julian slumped back, trying to give his bladder more room to stretch out. He was too desperate for a urinal to argue right now. He kicked his legs out in front of himself, crossed them tight at the ankles. “How much longer until the next stop?” He asked. Even if Jesse had apparently decided to take his stupid pills today, at least he’d promised Julian a bathroom break. At least Julian knew he’d be peeing soon…
“I do not know,” Jesse said, annoyed. He tensed his thighs around his hands, squeezing tight and trying to plug up his opening as much as he could. “I have never been out this way before.” His bladder throbbed and thrashed, bashing around inside his body as gallons of urine looked for an escape route. ‘Ohhh, please let it be close!’ A tiny, pathetic voice in Jesse’s brain begged. ‘Please, please? I need to go real bad!’
Jesse tried to silence the voice. No way could that have come from his own brain. No way could he honestly be having such needy, whining thoughts.
Because, Jesse could hold it. He may have needed a toilet so badly that he felt like the pressure he was under was strong enough to crush a truck, but he could hold it. He could hold it. He could hold it. He could hold it.
Pee pulsed down his urethra and wet the front of his boxers as his bladder angrily shouted back that no, he in fact couldn’t hold it. He hissed through his clenched teeth as he rocked back and forth and back and forth and back and forth, damp crotch straining against his hands.
At last, the train came to a stop. “We are relieving ourselves here, do not argue with me,” Jesse gruffly said to Julian.
Julian stared, blinking at Jesse as he gently raised himself to his feet and fought not to explode right then and there. He wondered why on God’s green Earth Jesse thought he would even consider arguing with him about NOT pissing here after he’d just spent the last several hours pleading for permission to do exactly that.
Jesse watched as Julian walked to the exit and tried to force himself up. As soon as he was on his feet, a jet of liquid shot down his shaft and his grip on himself tightened so much that it was painful. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes, but he knew if he loosened his hold at all, he’d pee and pee and pee until he was standing in an enormous puddle. He attempted to straighten himself out and walk in a way that was at least somewhere in the same zip-code of ‘normal’, but this proved impossible. Standing up too tall made the skin stretch over his bladder and drops of urine dribble out. Parting his legs too much to take a step made short but intense leaks hiss into his pants. Basically, all he could manage was to do tiny, humiliating hops, folded over almost in half as he held onto his crotch for dear life.
Julian was able to walk a little bit better than Jesse could, and that was why he was able to reach the door to what they both needed before Jesse. Julian removed one hand from between his legs to grip the doorknob when Jesse caught up. “N—Needless to say, I will be using that room first.”
“No,” Julian disagreed. “You aren’t,” he shoved the door open and began working at his belt. Before he could shut the door closed again, Jesse forced his way in.
“I am on the verge of a catastrophe,” Jesse said, trying to shove past Julian to get to the toilet… Oh, God, the toilet… Jesse’s eyes were fixed on it now, he was so close… So close to relief…
“I don’t care what you’re ‘on the verge’ of!” Julian snapped. He was beginning to get very, very annoyed. It was Jesse’s fault that he had to pee so bad, it was Jesse’s fault that they BOTH had to pee so bad! Julian had TRIED to go before he had an emergency, and now that he was HAVING one he wasn’t about to let the guy that had continually prevented him from pissing go first! “You’re gonna have to wait!”
“Julian, no,” Jesse snarled. “You are GOING to allow me to use it first!”
“No way!” Julian shouted back as he loosened his belt and gripped his zip. “I’ve been holding it WAY longer!” And he knew he COULDN’T hold it another second! He was so angry with Jesse right now for forcing him to endure his full bladder for so long that he honestly WANTED him to have an accident. It would serve him right!
“Then, step to the side,” Jesse said. “We will share it.”
Julian shook his head stubbornly. If Jesse hadn’t been such an asshole to him about bathroom breaks all through this trip, then he WOULD have considered moving over enough that they could both unleash their streams into the toilet, but he wasn’t going to do it now! Jesse was just gonna have to hold it or piss his pants. It was what he deserved. Julian unzipped, then pulled his pants down and sat himself on the toilet. The instant he felt the porcelain seat underneath him, his drips became a loud, gushing stream. As he gave a long, loud exhale of relief through his nose, he stuck his tongue out at Jesse.
‘Immature little cretin…’ Jesse thought as he jumped from foot to foot. He knew Julian did not often sit down to urinate. The only reason he was doing so now was to make sure Jesse couldn’t use the toilet with him.
Julian put his hand between his legs and adjusted himself, so that his stream cascaded directly into the water beneath him, the volume of his hissing spray increased in intensity, and glancing to his side, he saw how much of an effect it was having upon Jesse.
Jesse was almost on his knees now, his hands pinned between his legs and his eyes wide… Were those… Were those tears? Holy shit, Julian had NEVER seen tears on Jesse’s face before. Or, at least not REAL ones. He’d only ever seen Jesse fake a cry to manipulate someone, but this looked pretty genuine. Julian almost felt bad.
Almost.
Emptying his bladder felt too good for Julian to feel bad about anything.
Besides, he reminded himself, Jesse deserved this.
‘My bladder is going to rupture,’ Jesse thought as Julian continued pouring on and on and on. “Pl—Please… Hasten it up a tad?”
Julian just shook his head. “I’m going slower,” he informed. And, from the sound of it, he really WAS. Julian had always had a high level of control over his flow… He could make it come out as quickly or as slowly as he wanted. He could make himself stop pretty easily too… And that gave him another idea. He clenched his muscles for a moment. “Ahhh, I think I’m done,” he said.
“Then get u—“
Then, Julian let go again, and pee noisily splashed into the bowl once more. “Nope. Sorry. My bad. I still gotta go.”
“Ohhhh, hurry!” Jesse bounced in place. He lost another leak. Then another. And another. He felt his palms and fingers getting damp as pee bloomed hot and wet over the crotch of his pants. “Hurry up!” Drips kept on pattering out, and Julian just kept peeing and peeing and sighing and peeing more, and—
All at once, it was too much.
Jesse could not hold it any longer. He looked around the small room. No trash can… Letting it out against a wall could work… No, no, if someone went in right after them and found the mess, they might say something and then security could come and… Wow, imagine if he was captured all because he pissed on a wall!
Pinching his opening shut as much as he could, Jesse kept trying to think of an answer… The sink, yes. The sink. Sinks and urinals were basically the same thing, right? Both little bowls made of porcelain that expelled water down a drain. Pretty much the same thing!
Or, at least they were the same thing to a person whose mind was addled by the fog of intense desperation.
He let go of his continually spurting dick and tugged down his zipper, rushing madly for the sink, leaving a little trail of liquid along the way. The sink was too high up for him to aim into, but he was pretty sure it was sturdy enough to support his body weight…
“Jesse, what are you doing?” Julian laughed. He was nearly empty, he knew he’d be up off the toilet in just a couple more seconds, but as the last of his pee trickled out, he made no move to stand. He just stayed where he was and watched Jesse.
Jesse yanked his pants down and pulled himself up onto the sink, sitting over it and positioning himself so that he was gushing into the basin. Then, he moaned as he gave up the last bit of control he was still hanging on to. Piss loudly crashed into the sink and Jesse felt himself shiver.
“What the Hell are you doing?” Julian repeated, even though it was obvious. “I was just about done!” He stood and started to pull his pants back up. “Couldn’t you wait one more second?”
“Silence…” Jesse murmured, his features slackening as his body relaxed, urine still noisily spraying away beneath him.
“Not like I have to wash my hands or anything…”
“Silence,” Jesse managed once more through his heavy, relieved breaths, his pee gushing harder and harder. He doubted if the sink’s faucet itself could even match the power of his ‘faucet’. He was peeing as if he hadn’t relieved himself in weeks. This was all Julian’s own fault anyway. He wouldn’t let Jesse relieve himself into the toilet, and so this was what happened. Jesse’s bladder was still aching even as his stream crashed heavily into the basin.
“Jesus, Jesse,” Julian said. “How much do you drink?!”
“Ahhh…” Jesse moaned out, unable to articulate himself and unsure what he’d even say if he could. Liquid continued pouring hard and strong, noisily hissing and splashing. Jesse was growing a bit uncomfortable with how much Julian was watching. “Look somewhere el—“
“Aren’t you done yet?” Julian asked impatiently. “And you bitched about how much I had to go?!”
“Give me a second,” Jesse said. “I think I’m nearly spent…”
“Are you sure?” Julian said, fighting down another laugh.
Jesse felt what seemed like the last few drops of his urine trickle out, but as soon as he thought he was finished, he felt the weight return to his abdomen and another intense wave of pee surged out. “Ahhh… Perhaps not…” He was gushing again with wild abandon and continued on for half a minute before the stream ceased once more.
Jesse stayed where he was, bearing down on his muscles as hard as he could, attempting to force out anything else his bladder might have still been containing. He didn’t feel the need to go anymore, and after a few more seconds of attempting to start up another stream, he felt confident he really was emptied out.
Jesse dropped down from the sink and slid his pants back up, zipping and buttoning them. He gave another sigh through his nose.
“… Feeling a little bit better now?” Julian asked. “You… You’re gonna rinse out the sink, right?”
Jesse groaned, but decided he should probably do that.
They continued on their journey, and when after a few more stops Julian announced that he was once more desperate for the toilet, Jesse chose not to argue and the two were able to have a far less dramatic pee break.
Once they reached their destination, Jesse promised himself he’d do a better job of relieving himself when he had the chance, even if he didn’t feel like he had to. But, he forgot more often than not.
That was definitely the most desperate he could recall ever feeling, and he was amazed that it hadn’t ended in a puddle just like his agony from earlier today had. |
Written for the Omovember prompt "Too Stubborn To Admit It".
I hope this one fits the prompt okay. Since what he’s ‘too stubborn to admit’ ISN’T that he needs to pee.
***
Jesse and Julian shared a bed at night. It wasn’t that they were a couple, or anything. Just, they only had the one bed. And it was a big bed, anyway. And… Okay, maybe Jesse did like that Julian was really warm. And, maybe some nights he’d snuggle closer to him if he was feeling extra chilly, but… But, that was all!
Julian liked when Jesse cozied up to him like that, even if he knew the other was just seeking his body-heat. It felt nice, Julian didn’t even mind it when Jesse wet the bed and caused the both of them to wake up damp.
It was pretty much a foregone conclusion that Jesse would wet himself at some point during each night. It didn’t matter how long before bedtime he ceased drinking water, or if he peed just a minute or two before it was time to sleep; His bladder would always fill up and empty itself while he dozed. A few times, Jesse had tried to use a moisture sensor and alarm in order to wake himself up when he began to leak, but the alarm never managed to actually rouse him. It never failed to wake Julian, but by the time he’d shaken Jesse into consciousness, the other’s bladder had already finished draining out into his pants.
They did try to minimize the damage of Jesse’s night-time accidents. The mattress had a protective cover, and Jesse’s half of the bed always had an absorbent mat for him to lay on top of, which soaked up the majority of his spilled liquids. If he rolled away from the mat in his sleep though, the sheets always had to be washed.
When morning came, they didn’t talk about it. Julian didn’t groan “Really, Jesse? Again?” because he’d known to expect it. It was so rare that Jesse managed to wake up dry that Julian only commented on THOSE mornings, things like “Wow, you actually made it…” or “Cool, you’re all dry for once!” Things that would always be met with grunted insults as Jesse ran to the toilet with his hands between his legs— Because whenever Jesse actually held his pee through the night, he’d wake up feeling unfathomably desperate to go.
That night, Jesse relieved himself right before bed, just as he always did in spite of knowing how futile it really was. He hadn’t felt much urge to pee, but when he relaxed and let it flow his release lasted for over half a minute. He knew that, had he been able to sense things as intensely as other people, he probably would have been squirming about as he’d lowered his pajama pants. He also knew that, had he been able to sense things as intensely as other people, the relief of his bladder deflating would have been pretty exquisite.
But, Jesse was numb, and the feelings weren’t extreme enough for him to notice them. He hadn’t registered the fullness pulsing in his bladder, nor had he been able to truly enjoy his release.
Unlike Julian, whom knocked on the bathroom door as Jesse finished up, asking how much longer he was going to be in there. Jesse opened the door, seeing Julian tapping his foot and shimming his hips impatiently. “Fucking finally…” Julian mumbled, pushing past Jesse and up to the toilet.
Julian hadn’t shut the door and Jesse watched as he freed his dick and released a clear stream of pee into the bowl. From the force of Julian’s release, he had certainly needed to go, but it wasn’t as powerful as the jet of urine Jesse had let go of a moment earlier. That… Fascinated Jesse. He’d evidently been fuller than Julian, yet Julian had FELT his need much more strongly. When Julian sighed loudly once he’d finished after only around twenty seconds, that too piqued Jesse’s curiosity. He wondered what it would be like to actually FEEL things the way Julian did… Would Jesse be able to hold less than he could now if he was made to experience the discomfort from the moment his bladder first began to fill up?
Jesse thought about that as he fell asleep. His bladder was large, it could certainly fit a lot inside it… But, once it finally managed to get so full that Jesse actually realized he needed to go, the pain was IMMENSE and he’d want it all OUT right that very instant! If he was able to register those aching pinches and throbs sooner, he doubted he’d be willing to hold even half as much as he did now. It just hurt too badly!
***
Jesse was at the hardware store with Julian. This was where Jesse purchased ropes and other materials he needed for ‘work’. They alternated between hardware stores every time they needed to pick up something. Julian thought it was pointless. “We should just keep going to the one closest to home,” he always complained.
“Sure,” Jesse would roll his eyes. “We should go buy a bunch of ropes, saws and whatnot from the same location every fortnight. That won’t look suspicious in the least!”
And Julian would nod and say, “So, you agree? We don’t have to go so far today?”
To which Jesse would always smack him on the head and not say another word.
During this particular trip, Jesse found himself in the midst of a major emergency. Like always, the urge to urinate hit him all at once and, suddenly, an intense needful surge was pulsing in his bladder. It was bad enough that he stopped mid-step to clench his thighs together, groaning. “Mmmf…”
“What’s the matter, Jesse?” Julian asked him.
Jesse looked away. He could not understand why the need to relieve himself always caused him to feel embarrassed. It was idiotic; Everyone had a bladder, it wasn’t as though he was so proud as to pretend he was an exception to that. It still made him blush sometimes to tell Julian what he needed to do— Particularly if Julian hadn’t said that HE needed to go first. “I… I must excuse myself for a moment, Julian,” Jesse told him.
Of course, Julian couldn’t take the hint. He was as dense as a neutron star. “Hm? Why? Did something happen?” Julian sped directly to Jesse’s side. Thank God the moron at least had enough intelligence to whisper his next statement; “Do you think someone is onto us here?”
Jesse heaved a heavy sigh. They were alone in this aisle. They’d been alone in the last several aisles. If someone had noticed them and was following them around for some reason, then they were invisible. “No, Julian. I just… I require use of the facilities now, alright?”
“Um…” Julian frowned. “O—Ohh, right. That’s a fancy way to say ‘toilet’, isn’t it?”
“… Yes,” Jesse said. “Please, excuse me. It is rather urgent.”
“It’s okay, I’ll go with you!” Julian said, hugging Jesse and causing him to grimace. “I gotta go too all of the sudden.”
Jesse groaned again. Julian had the most peculiar habit of always ‘suddenly’ needing to pee the moment Jesse said that HE did. “Alright… Just… Leave the cart close to the restrooms.”
“Will do,” Julian said, and they started in that direction. Jesse grew more and more and more desperate with every step. This interested him a bit. It always sort of had, the way his bladder seemed to just KNOW when he was getting closer to a toilet. The way it… Anticipated it, started to loosen itself up as it prepared for relief, only succeeding in making Jesse have to fight harder not to let go too soon.
All that loosening inside his bladder stopped when Jesse saw the massive line for the men’s room. Oh, this was ridiculous. It spilled out the door… The men’s room wasn’t supposed to have a line this big! Ever! He’d only ever seen these sorts of crowds in front of the women’s one before. Jesse hopped up and down a little as he took his place at the end of the line.
“Aw, shit,” Julian said. “This is gonna take a while! Can you make it, Jesse?”
Jesse glared at him. What an irritating question…
“Did you bring your knife? Why don’t you just stab everybody?”
What in the world was wrong with that boy, and how did Jesse ever find himself stuck with such an incompetent fool? The person right in front of them had looked back over his shoulder, so Jesse forced a smile, remembering that there WAS a reason someone would make a statement like that even if they HADN’T ever actually stabbed anybody. “Eheh, you are so humorous, Julian. But, please do not make me laugh! That is way too hard on my bladder!”
“O—Oh, right,” Julian said, quieting down.
Jesse leaned against the wall and hitched his hips, wriggling from side to side. This was so bad… His insides were twisting, brimming with urine. He had to go so much… He wished that he COULD stab everyone in front of him, but he did have guidelines for choosing victims, and to his knowledge none of these people would pass. Not that he could just DO that outside of his basement, anyway.
He could perhaps use some of his other skills, though. Jesse was very good at manipulating people, after all. In the past, he’d managed to talk others into doing all sorts of things they’d never do ordinarily. This time, he was merely trying to get to the front of a line, so it should be far, far easier.
The main tool at Jesse’s disposal was always his appearance. He looked young. His eyes large and wide, his body small and slim, and his voice noticeably higher than most eighteen year olds’. It was easy for him to pass as someone much younger. And, people DID tend to move out of the way when a kid needed to urinate really badly…
But, to really sell it, Jesse would have to allow himself to do the major, full-blown pee-dance that his bladder was currently begging him for. He’d have to say, out loud, AND in childish terms, that he was very desperate for relief.
No.
That was far, FAR beneath him,
Besides, he could wait.
He could definitely wait.
A ripple of painful urgency tore through his bladder and he thought that, perhaps, maybe he COULDN’T wait! He crossed his legs tightly, not even meaning to do it, and started to open his mouth. “I— I— Have to—“
The man in front of him turned around, and now he looked different than he had a moment ago when Julian had made that comment about knives. The difference was stark, the man now had no eyes, just a smooth patch of skin where they should have been.
And, Jesse realized right away that he was not actually at the hardware store waiting in line to pee. He was instead at home, in bed, and fast asleep.
That was the most peculiar aspect of Jesse’s nocturnal enuresis. Most nights, something would occur during his dream that would alert him to the fact that he was sleeping. He’d be aware of it, it would be clear to him that, if he let his bladder relax, he would wet his bed. But, that knowledge would never be enough to get him to WAKE UP no matter how hard he tried. He’d pinch or slap himself in an attempt to rouse his body awake, but would always fail. Then, before long, he’d need to urinate so badly that his dream-self had an accident at the same time his real-self did.
Now that he knew he was sleeping and that none of this was real, Jesse saw no reason to try to preserve much of his dignity. None of these people were ACTUALLY watching him, and the person beside him wasn’t the REAL Julian. So, he let his hands drop down to his crotch for a very firm squeeze and didn’t dare to move them.
“Ah, yeah,” Julian said. “Guess you figured out you’re sleeping?”
Even in Jesse’s dreams, Julian was a moron who kept pointing out the obvious… “I have,” he gritted out, bucking his hips against his clenched palms.
“Well, that means you CAN kill everybody here, right?” Julian said. “No consequences if it’s a dream. Just stab everyone so you can be at the front of the line.”
“Julian… You complete and utter… Emperor of the dullards…” Jesse grumbled. “Even if I do that, I still wouldn’t be able to void. I’ll only end up soiling the sheets again. What I NEED to do is wake up before I… Before I…” Wow, even inside a DREAM Jesse was embarrassed to say—
“Before you burst and wet yourself?” Julian finished for him.
“C—Correct…” Jesse turned away again. “I do sincerely hope that the dream version of you is at least SLIGHTLY less useless than you are in reality.”
“Hey!” Julian frowned. “If you keep being a dick, I’m not gonna help you wake up!”
Oh, for the love of… “This is my dream,” Jesse reminded. “You only exist inside my mind, you cannot possibly disobey me here!”
Julian stuck his tongue out, “Watch me!” He ran off.
“Return here, at once!” Jesse ordered, chasing after him. Now that he knew he was asleep, he was confused by how the jolt of his feet slapping the ground over and over still managed to shake up his bladder and slam the urine inside of it so roughly against his sphincters. He wasn’t ACTUALLY running around or stomping, so why did his bladder react as if he were? Was it just because it was what his brain EXPECTED to happen if he ran around while full of pee?
He didn’t know where Julian was now. And he wasn’t in the hardware store anymore. The dream had swapped locations to inside his house. He heard a toilet flush and watched Jesse leave the restroom. “Ahhh, better…” Julian sighed. “Thank you so much for letting me go first!”
Okay, was this actually Julian’s dream? Because real-Jesse would NEVER allow Julian to use the toilet first if he was this desperate— Or even if he didn’t feel like he had to go at all! Real-Jesse would make Julian WAIT. “Um… You are most welcome,” he said. Since he apparently couldn’t control dream-Julian, it would probably serve him well to at least get on his good side if he wanted help with waking up.
“Love you,” Julian told him.
Eheh… Um… Wow! Jesse REALLY couldn’t control dream-Julian, could he? Because that was DEFINITELY the LAST thing Jesse would ever want to hear come out of his mouth! “That is… Nice, Julian. But, I still require—“
“I know, I know, you still gotta piss super bad,” Julian said. “Your turn now.”
Jesse shook his head. This was one of the things his dreams liked to do. They’d provide him with lots and lots of opportunities for relief, trying to tempt him into letting go and freeing himself from the pressure. “I cannot do that, Julian. If you recall, I am actually still asleep at the moment.”
“O—Oh, right!” Julian said. “I need to wake you up!”
Good. Being nice to dream-Julian HAD gotten him to be more willing to help.
“I know, I’ll startle you!” Julian said. He ran to Jesse’s side and hugged him tight.
“This is you ‘startling me’?” Jesse asked. Again, even though he knew he wasn’t ACTUALLY being squeezed around his midsection, his bladder felt like it really WAS being crushed in Julian’s arms. ‘Perhaps in the real world he IS hanging onto me?’ he wondered.
“Not yet,” Julian said, before giving Jesse a long, sloppy kiss on the cheek.
“Ah—No!” Jesse shoved him away. “You imbecile! For what purpose would you—“
“To shock you awake,” Julian said. “Besides, this is YOUR dream. You said earlier that you can control me ‘cause I’m inside your brain or whatever, right? So, that must mean I’m not doing anything you wouldn’t WANT me to do!”
“I do not wish to have your lips touch any part of my body,” Jesse said. “Not even when we are outside the bounds of reality. You are speaking nonsense.”
“Even if you don’t WANT it,” Julian said. “Since it happened in your dream, that means you DEFINITELY at least thought about it. Your brain makes your dreams, doesn’t it?”
“Th—That is correct,” Jesse said, flustered. He started to pace in place as his bladder convulsed more and more. “I— Simply must have been subconsciously dreading the possibility that the REAL you would attempt such a maneuver one day.”
“Oh,” Julian said. “Well, if that didn’t wake you up, let’s try something else… Like… In the real-world, we are probably very close together, aren’t we?”
“Yes, Julian,” Jesse muttered. “We rest in the same bed, as that is the only one in our possession.”
“Ah, but we could GET a second, couldn’t we?” Julian prompted. “When we got that one, we could have gotten two smaller beds for around the same cost, right? And, you could always force me to sleep on the floor— You know I’d probably do that if you commanded it. But, for some reason, you picked the large bed, and you have never even attempted to make me spend the night on the ground.”
“We live in the mountains,” Jesse said. “It is much too frigid to lay on the floor throughout the entire night.”
“Oh, so when you give a reason, it’s one that makes it sound like you care about my health,” Julian said. “Why might that be?”
“Because you’re going to be even more useless if you become ill, you absolute and total half-wit,” Jesse snapped. “Whatever it may be that you are trying to allude to, rest assured that you are incorrect. As usual.”
Julian was right at Jesse’s side again, Jesse blushed as the other watched him stomp his feet and twist around, his hands still hadn’t budged from between his legs. “Maybe your dream will let you wake up once you admit it…” he said. “You want to go pee, don’t you? You want to make it to the toilet in time?”
“I… I do wish to relieve myself, yes,” Jesse agreed. His bladder surged away within him. He bent over at the waist and dug his hands firmly into his groin. Sweat beaded up on his brow. “But, I have nothing to confess.”
“You are a serial killer,” Julian said. “I think there’s a lot to confess…”
“You—“ Jesse gnashed his teeth together. “You know that isn’t what I was referring to!”
“Ah, so you DO realize what I’m trying to make you say!”
“N—No,” Jesse insisted. He twisted around, pressure mounting in his core. His entire body felt full, bloated and overtaxed. In the real word, he was probably twisting around in the sheets so much they were getting tangled. He was probably kicking the Hell out of Julian every time he turned. Served the moron right, it was what he deserved for having such an irritating doppelgänger in Jesse’s dream.
“If you admit it, you might wake up…” Julian said again.
“I will not, because I don’t like you!” Jesse snarled. “You— You— You drive me— You drive me up a wall. You dimwitted imbecile!”
“Hm, looks like that didn’t work…” Julian said. “You’re still here… How much longer do you think you can hold it?”
“If you keep this up, the real version of YOU is going to get wet too, you realize?”
“Why would that be?” Julian asked. “Is it maybe because you’re cuddling against me?”
“N—No,” Jesse said. “Th—The mountains. We live in the mountains. The temperatures are very low, bitingly cold. I get… Chilly easily. So, if we are even within an inch of one another right now, that would be the sole reason for it. I— Ahhh—haaa…” Jesse hissed through his teeth as his bladder gave a thunderous lurch and he nearly let it all go right then and there.
“You are running out of time…” Julian noted. “Better hurry up.”
“I… I get my sheets damp every night,” Jesse said. “Why should I obey your whims to avoid it this time? I have grown used to it.”
“You still want it to stop,” Julian said. “You hate wetting your bed so often.”
“I— I do despise it,” Jesse agreed. “But, there is nothing I can do about the situation.”
“There might be, at least for tonight…”
“Ah— I’ll… I’ll restrain my urges until I wake up,” Jesse decided. “I—“ He bit down on his lip when he felt a pulse of urine seep out. He was sure THAT had happened in the real world too. He felt it too clearly, the damp warmth of his release, the eagerness of his bladder to let the rest out. He didn’t know how much time was left until morning, when his body would hopefully wake up of its own accord. “I… I…”
“Yes, Jesse?”
“You are… I… I tolerate you, alright?” Jesse blurted out. “I can put up with having you in my presence.”
Jesse didn’t wake up. His bladder boiled and surged. His sphincters grew weak and another dribble spurted out.
“Err,” Julian made a noise like a gameshow buzzer. “Nope. Try again.”
“Fine…” Jesse huffed. This was… This was just a dream. Nothing he did here mattered. Nothing he did here would have consequences. He could say whatever he wanted here and none of it would follow him after he’d woken up!
But, then it would be in his brain. It would stay there. This… Realization. This realization that wasn’t so much a realization as it was an acknowledgement. An acknowledgement of something Jesse wanted to stay buried.
He loved Julian.
He didn’t want to… He didn’t want to have sex with Julian. He’d never wanted that with anybody, the thought made him feel sick to his stomach almost. But, he wanted to spend every day of his life with Julian. And Julian loved him too. Julian loving him was, at first, just a tool to get the other to go along with whatever Jesse wanted, but somehow Jesse had come to return those feelings.
It was a shock to his senses. He knew he was CAPABLE of loving another person. He’d loved his Mother, anyway, so the necessary wires were at least THERE in his head. But, how had he managed to end up loving an utter twit like Julian?!
It was beneath him!
“You’ve figured it out, haven’t you?” Julian asked him. “Say it.”
“I… I… I am… In love with you,” Jesse said.
“There we go,” Julian said. “I bet you’ll be getting up any minute now…”
Jesse did blink himself awake a few seconds later.
Immediately, he was feeling between his legs, but a moment later when he registered the immense pressure against his urethra, he realized he’d actually managed to wake up before his sheets got wet…Wait. He’d ACTUALLY managed to wake up before his sheets got wet! He’d done it! Finally!
But, he could feel the pee trembling right at the very edge of dripping out and he needed to press his hands very firmly against himself to keep it where it was. When he did that, he felt there WAS actually a little bit of dampness between his thighs. Not a lot. Definitely not the catastrophic drenching he usually woke up with.
The problem now was that he wasn’t so sure if he could drag himself to the toilet in time. He may very easily end up with wet sheets anyway! He swore he had to go even worse than he had in the basement that afternoon! “Ohhh…” he moaned involuntarily as he tried to sit up, the action causing the waistband of his pants to strangle his bladder mercilessly. He didn’t dare stop holding himself.
He had no idea how he was gonna stand up and walk down the hall like this, and he wished he’d had the foresight to sleep with an empty bottle in his bed. His bladder was splitting apart and wanted to be emptied RIGHT now.
He reminded himself that it was SUCH a short walk to get to what he needed, and slowly, very slowly, set one foot down on the ground.
HSSS!
A jet of pee flowed forth immediately afterward and he pinched his opening shut as he scrambled all the way out of bed. He stood there, curled up on himself and gripping his dick for dear life for several seconds, breathing harshly in and out. Then, he made himself break into a run towards the restroom. He was leaking like crazy the entire way, but he thought trying to get there FAST would give him more of a chance of staying mostly-dry than taking slow, careful steps would.
He made it to the door. Relief, finally… He reached out for the knob and turned it.
But it didn’t budge.
He immediately knocked on it as loud as he could. “Julian!” he shouted at the locked door. “You ignoramus! Get out of there this instant!”
“Wha…?” Julian responded tiredly, before a slow trickle could be heard on the other side of the door.
Jesse tried not to imagine Julian sleepily sitting on the toilet, his eyes barely open as his bladder drained. He tried not to imagine the relief he must have been feeling.
“I am experiencing a cataclysmic plight, Julian!” Jesse said. “I require that room IMMEDIATELY.”
More hissing liquid, followed by a yawn. “…Y’mean y’ actually woke up in time?”
Jesse fought down the embarrassment as he confirmed that yes, he had.
“Okay,” Julian said with another yawn. “Well, I’ll be done in a minute. Sorry, woke up bursting.”
Jesse danced in place, certain Julian could not have woken up as desperate for the toilet as he had. Jesse kept alternating between gripping his crotch and trying to pull the waistband of his pants away from his bladder. He wished he had a third hand! He felt more drips spilling out with each passing second, and the sound of Julian’s stream splashing into the bowl was NOT helping him at all.
Then, finally, he heard the toilet flush.
“Hurry!” Jesse demanded. “Hurry up! I’m— It’s really dire, I’m about to—“
The door finally opened and Julian stumbled out, “Alright already, jeez. It’s all yours.”
Jesse hurried in, yanking at his pajama pants as he went. He allowed them to fall around his ankles as he aimed his leaking dick at the bowl and allowed his aching muscles to surrender to the ocean inside his body. “Haaahhhh…..” Pee flowed forth in a long, heavy stream, sloshing loudly into the bowl.
He heard snickering.
His eyes popped open, and he realized he hadn’t shut the door… And he’d been so eager to go that he’d just dropped his pants all the way to the ground since it was quicker than unbuttoning them. Julian was watching him void relentlessly with his posterior exposed…
“Cease your infernal laughter!” Jesse snarled. “And stop spectating!”
“You— You just—“ Julian laughed more. “You look like a toddler, pissing like that!”
Jesse didn’t know what in the world his dream had been on about. He HATED that little pissant with every fiber of his being!
“Aw, Jesus… I’m sorry Jesse,” Julian said. “You just look silly, that’s all… And, holy fuck, how long are you gonna piss for?”
Jesse frowned. His bladder still felt pretty full to him… “That is no concern of yours.”
“Seriously, Jesse,” Julian said. “That’s a CRAZY amount, I’m just IMPRESSED it didn’t all end up in the bed.”
“SILENCE!” Jesse barked. And he most definitely didn’t feel GOOD about Julian sort of… ‘praising’ him for keeping the sheets dry! Not at all!
Jesse finally finished after nearly two minutes, and sighed again as he pulled his pants back up. He turned to the sink, scowling in the mirror back at Julian. “Did you NEED to watch through the full duration like that?”
“No,” Julian shrugged.
“Then, WHY—“
“I was just curious how much was gonna come out.”
“You say that as if it’s normal…”
“You say THAT as if you don’t torture people in your basement!”
Jesse slowly walked back to the bed and laid down. His dream was completely wrong. He did NOT love Julian. Not the teeniest, tiniest bit. |
Written for the Omovember prompt "Peeing Into A Container".
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When a clap of thunder tore through the morning sky, Jesse woke up. He was far less successful than he had been the day before. He felt the wet squelch of his soaked pajama bottoms and the cold puddle laying beneath him. The rain outside was really coming down, hissing violently. That sound had probably been a factor in his accident. He groaned, lifted up the sheets. He’d stayed on top of his protective cover, so none of his liquids had stained the bed.He still really needed to change, though.
Julian was already awake, and Jesse ignored him as he got out of bed and stripped out of his damp clothes. He briefly registered that his accomplice was fidgeting, but ignored that. It wasn’t important. The idiot was probably uncomfortable because he’d forgotten how to blink or something equally as asinine.
Julian watched as Jesse got changed, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… Maybe just keep the wet ones on,” he suggested.
“And for what purpose would I do that?” Jesse muttered under his breath. A flash of lightning bolted from outside, and the way it lit up the room made Jesse look even more irritated than usual.
Julian jiggled on the spot. “Uhh… Because… Er… Last night, I couldn’t sleep, and so I started thinking of ways someone could escape from the basement. And I thought, maybe if they had a wire coat hanger, they could push it out from underneath the door and hit the button to unlock it from the other side. But, I didn’t know if that would work, so I decided to test it out, and see if I could hit the lock button for the bathroom with an un-bent wire hanger, and—“
“Julian, is the bathroom door locked from the inside right now?”
“… What happens if I say ‘yes’?”
Jesse just stared at him. “I— I do not even know where to begin with you right now. First of all, how would one of our victims manage to untie themselves to get to the door to start with?”
“Uh…”
“We tested the ropes not too long ago,” Jesse reminded. “If I couldn’t escape from them with as hard as I was fighting, no one else can. Second, where would they obtain a wire coat hanger from?”
“Well…”
“Third, even if our victim was able to get out of the ropes and find a coat hanger in this fantasy-land you’ve constructed, the alarm would go off the second the door opened and we would both be there to handle the breach.”
“Oh, right—“
“Finally, what would possess you to attempt this little experiment upon the restroom door if you were not one hundred percent certain you’d be able to get it unlocked again afterwards?”
“I— I thought I knew where the key was!” Julian stammered. “Just in case! I was sure it was in our nightstand, but it wasn’t there!”
Jesse pulled on a new pair of dry pants and zipped them. “I suggest you relocate it, then. Otherwise, after you inevitably soil yourself, I will be forcing you to remain in your sodden clothing for the remainder of the day.”
Julian grumbled as he threw the nightstand drawer open again. “Yeah, well the joke’ll be on you, ‘cause you’ll have to smell me…”
“What was that?”
“Nothing, Jesse…” Julian kept pawing through the nightstand. He thought about arguing further, pointing out that it would be easier to find things if Jesse cleaned up every once in a while. He didn’t want to push his luck anymore, though. He still didn’t know if Jesse was serious about making him wander around in pissed pants all day if he were to have an accident.
Was he gonna have an accident? He’d eventually fallen asleep after his experiment with the door, and had woken up once needing to go, only to remember the toilet wasn’t available anymore. All of that was still in him, and the rest of his morning pee was trapped as well. He did seriously need to go, but felt confident he could wait longer. Still, he didn’t really WANT to wait… “I’m gonna go piss outside,” Julian announced.
“You aren’t,” Jesse corrected.
“Yes I am,” Julian said. “I have to go!”
“Julian, are you somehow missing the typhoon outside?” Jesse asked. “You go out there, and you’ll get executed by a bolt of lightning.” He folded his arms. “So, by all means, go put yourself out of MY misery if you wish, but I still wouldn’t advise it.”
Julian sighed. Jesse was right, it was dangerous to go outdoors right now. He knew Jesse was trying to tell him to stay safe, in his own… special way. Julian kept searching for the key.
About an hour passed before Jesse’s bladder started to act up. And, like always, it did not come on gradually. It instead came all at once, pressure slamming into him and making him cross his legs. “Oooh…” he winced. Why did it work like this for him!? He’d felt fine five seconds ago! Where did all this pee even COME from? It felt like it had all just been teleported into him from some outside source!
If he didn’t know better, he’d swear Julian had somehow transported all of his urine into him out of spite. Not only was that completely impossible, but Julian was also still squirming around as he lifted the couch cushions in search of the key.
Jesse’s hips swayed as he joined Julian in the squirming. He tried to think dry thoughts, and to put the idea of emptying his bladder out of his mind. This didn’t work, the sharp point of need pressing against his opening demanded his full attention.
Julian turned around to look at him. “Why don’t we just call the locksmith to fix the door?”
“Julian…” Jesse sighed, rubbed a hand over his face. “Did you somehow manage to lose even more of your very limited supply of brain cells while I wasn’t looking?”
“Huh?”
“We have a torture chamber in our basement,” Jesse stated.
“So…?”
“So, we can’t invite people in and allow them to wander around.”
“But, he’ll just be looking at the door,” Julian shrugged. “It’ll be fine.”
Jesse groaned, “We can’t know that for sure. What if he needs a tool and assumes we have one in the basement? Then, he’ll go down there, see everything, and I’ll have to tie him down and set to work, and I would prefer not to do something so strenuous when I’m needing to micturate.”
Julian stared at Jesse’s wriggling for a moment. “O—Oh, right. Micturate means ‘piss’!”
“Yes, Julian… That is exactly what it means. Good boy,” Jesse rolled his eyes, hopping fretfully.
“And, I guess you gotta do it too now?”
Jesse wanted to slam his head into a wall. Or maybe just Julian’s head. Perhaps that would fix his brain some. “Congratulations, you have a very impeccable grasp of the obvious.”
Julian smiled, “Thank you!”
Jesse sucked in his cheeks, hissed a long breath out through his clenched teeth. “Ssssoo,” he said finally. “It would seem we are not going to be able to find that key in time.”
Julian shrugged. “Eh, I mean, I gotta go bad. But, I can probably hang on a couple more hours, I think.”
Jesse’s bladder flipped over on itself at the thought of hours. When it was full, it was FULL, and it didn’t have ‘hours’ to wait. He crossed his legs around the other way and dug his nails into his thighs. “That is quite wonderful for you, Julian. However, I am experiencing quite the urgent situation now.”
“Seriously? You didn’t even NEED to go when you got up!” Julian said. “And, I’ve seen how much you piss, it’s not like you’ve got a tiny bladder.”
“My body behaves in strange ways at times,” Jesse said. “But, that is not of your concern. Fetch me my sharpest blade, I’ll handle this.”
“Um… Jesse,” Julian said. “I know I’m a few sandwiches short of a full deck—“
“Mixing up your idioms there, idiot—“
“—But even I don’t think you can STAB the door open,” Julian finished.
“I merely need to gouge a large enough hole to fit my hand through,” Jesse explained. “Then I can unlock the door from the other side.”
“And then we have a big hole in the bathroom door forever,” Julian said.
“We are the only two that use it,” Jesse pointed out. He knew this wasn’t one of his better ideas, it was going to make an awful mess, and he’d probably get splinters fitting his hand through the hole, but his bladder was urging him to latch onto anything that offered even the smallest hope for relief.
“Really, Jesse,” Julian said. “If you think the key’s a lost cause, you’re really good at pick—“
“Wait, hold on,” Jesse said. “I am a master at lock-picking, all we need to find is a paper-clip. See, Julian? There’s a brilliant idea.”
“Er… Yeah. Glad you thought of it…” Julian said. Hopefully, a paper-clip would be easier to find than the key had been.
As Jesse waited for Julian to return with the clip, his bladder rapidly expanded. He could hardly believe he was this full already, considering the ocean he’d pumped into his pajamas during the night. He should have been throughly wrung dry after gushing all THAT out. Apparently, though, his bladder ALWAYS had more to give, whether he actually had a place to give it TO or not.
Jesse impatiently bobbed in place. How long did it take to find a stupid paper-clip? If HE was searching for it, it would have been retrieved by now! He should go show Julian how it was done… Except, well… Jesse couldn’t exactly move around too well at the moment. His bladder was cradled painfully between his hip bones, and the little jiggly motions that he couldn’t help performing were bouncing it in a way that was just painful. Walking needed to be kept to an absolute minimum until he’d managed to get himself empty.
He wanted to STOP all the anxious hopping since he’d realized it wasn’t making it any easier for him to hold on. It was, in fact, doing the opposite; Sloshing the contents of his desperately full bladder and making the liquid crash down hard against his sphincters. Except, every time Jesse managed to hold still for a second, he’d begin subconsciously jiggling again a second later, and then he was back to hopping up and down not long after that.
A surge of heat bloomed down his length, scorched through his urethra and soaked painfully into the dry pants he’d JUST put on. He doubled over and gnashed his teeth, hands tucking themselves against his groin for some badly needed support. He felt another leak right at the very edge of spilling forth, his squeezing grew tighter and tighter, and he couldn’t let go, he really couldn’t… The sound of the rain outside wasn’t helping at all! He wished he could stab all the clouds and make them shut up!
“Jesse!” Julian said happily. “Found a paper-clip!”
Jesse’s eyes opened, he stared at the clip in Julian’s hand. “G—Great,” he breathed out, surprised by the honesty in his tone.
Julian was staring at him, “Oh, wow… It got bad while I was gone, huh?”
“S—Silence…” Jesse ordered. “I do not need your commentary. Give me the paper-clip.”
Julian held it out, and Jesse reached for it, a spurt shooting in to his boxers the second he’d released one of his hands from his dick. His hand darted back into position, pressing away. “Ahhh—-!”
“Can you not move your hands?” Julian asked.
Jesse shook his head. “I— I’m afraid that I begin to… Experience a slight lack of control, if I—“
“You’re peeing yourself a little?”
Jesse said nothing, but his blush was all the answer Julian needed.
“That’s okay! I’ll pick the lock!” Julian stared at the paper-clip for a second, then tried to shove it into the key-hole.
“J—Julian…” Jesse grunted. He felt like the piss was already in his dick, ready to slide out… A drip oozed forth into his boxers, and then another. “Y—You absolute buffoon—“
Julian grinned. “Be nice, or maybe I won’t help…”
“Ah—!” Jesse squeezed his eyes shut and stomped his feet. He supposed he could be— He shuddered from a lot more than just desperation— ‘nice’, if it got him some relief. “Julian, you… Remarkable human being, I am afraid you must unbend the paper-clip first.”
Julian followed Jesse’s instructions, until he was left with a long, thin wire. “Okay!” he said, shoving it into the key-hole and turning it. Nothing happened, of course.
Jesse watched Julian’s feeble progress. “Th—That’s not—“ A long, long stream of pee slicked its way down Jesse’s right leg, and it took over three seconds of painful contorting and squeezing to make it stop. And then he was dripping more, and it just wouldn’t end. His eyes shot wide open as the icy realization that he couldn’t hold it struck him. “Ahh— I— I must— Wait here!” he exclaimed, rushing off.
He went to the kitchen, looking every which way for something— ANYTHING— that would suffice for his horrid situation. A— A bottle— He needed—
He tore the fridge door open. There were some full water bottles— He’d have to empty those before he could— He’d explode if he had to watch water pour down the sink, he needed—
There was also a mostly empty milk jug, it was almost down to the dregs. It was a gallon jug, so even with the little bit of milk in there, there was PROBABLY enough room— He was already unzipping his pants.
“Jesse, who the fuck pisses in a fridge?” Julian asked, standing in the kitchen doorway, wide-eyed as Jesse unzipped himself in front of the fridge.
“I’m NOT,” Jesse snapped, reaching for the milk jug now and uncapping it. He held it at crotch-level and fished out his dribbling penis. He registered how small the opening on the jug was when his stream exploded out of him and quite a bit ran down the plastic sides and over his hand, he gasped and panted ecstatically, hardly caring about the little misfire as he corrected himself.
“Oh, come on, at least empty it the rest of the way first…” Julian groaned. “I was gonna drink that…”
“Silence…” Jesse breathed, relief flowing all over him as his urine jetted into the jug. It produced an extremely loud rattling noise as it splashed into the hard plastic receptacle. It was loud enough to overpower the storm outside. “Ahhhh…”
Julian squirmed, seeing Jesse go was reminding him of how full he still was. He swayed from foot to foot. “Almost done?” he asked, hopeful that Jesse would pick the lock on the door once he was finished.
Jesse shook his head, eyes closing gently and mouth falling slack. “N—Not even close…” he said.
“Could you hurry?” Julian requested. “I still have to—“
“It is your fault I needed to restrain myself for so long this morning,” Jesse interrupted. “You get to wait now.” His stream slowed for a second; Pee drooled from his tip, flowing steadily into the ocean he’d already let out. Then, his release increased in its speed again, hissing and sloshing and making him shiver so much he almost dropped the jug on the floor. He held onto it tight and managed to prevent a catastrophic mess.
At last, he was done, and the jug was looking pretty full. He hadn’t gotten it up to the top, but he’d managed to increase the water-level to a little beyond the half-way point. He set it onto the table.
Julian cringed, both because Jesse had decided to place it against a surface they ATE off of, and because he would have preferred to go his entire life without knowing what pee mixed with milk looked like.
“Ahhh…” Jesse sighed again, tucking his member back into his slightly damp pants and zipping them.
Julian scowled, crossing his legs. “Better now?”
“Yes, much relieved,” Jesse replied. He yawned. “I think I need more sleep n—“
“Jesse, no! Pick the lock, please? I need to go, too!”
Jesse shrugged. “Use the jug. It is your own fault this is happening.”
Julian looked at the jug. “There’s not enough room left in it now!”
“Pour it out down the sink.”
“That’s— We wash food in that sink, Jesse!”
“Ah. Well then, I suppose you are going to have to restrain your bladder until I feel more up to handling the—“
Julian grabbed Jesse, “If you don’t pick the lock for me, I am going to pour that jug out over your head! And then, I’ll get rid of the paper-clip so you can’t shower after!”
Jesse patted Julian on the top of the head. “You wouldn’t do that…”
“Try me.”
Jesse sighed, “Oh, alright,” he said. “I guess you have had enough punishment now.” He took the paper-clip from Julian, and then he had the door open in a matter of minutes.
Julian rushed in and unloaded his bladder, moaning happily to himself, the door still wide open.
“You know, you could have shut the door,” Jesse pointed out.
“You just pissed in the middle of our kitchen,” Julian reminded. “Oh, God… This feels good!”
“It was your decision to watch me do that.”
“… You’re watching NOW!”
Jesse faced the other way. “I’m not any longer,” he said. He turned back around, now staring at Julian again. “Also, if you ever mess with the lock again, you are going to receive a worse punishment than simply being made to restrain your urine.” |
Like the last few stories I've posted, this was originally written using characters from a non-kink book I've written (The same one that the characters in my fic STP are from). So, name-changes were made and the setting was kept vague to keep it from being recognizable, I hope the vagueness does not distract from the desperation content.
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Lydia abhorred dinner parties. She was honestly grateful that her Mother so rarely permitted her children to attend them alongside her. Mother always said “And you are not to come,” as if Lydia should be extremely disappointed by it, but she never was. Lydia didn’t want to be forced into a cumbersome designer dress. Lydia didn’t want to be told to wear pointed shoes she couldn’t figure out how to walk in. Lydia didn’t want to be ordered to sit at the table and not say a word, then berated if she made the mistake of answering someone’s question and somehow “embarrassed the family” again.
For Lydia’s Mother, appearances were everything. They were, in fact, the only thing in the world that seemed to exist to her. And, since it was too difficult to primp Lydia and her younger sister Pauline until they appeared to be Mother’s perfect Mini-Mes, they were not often brought out to socialize with Mother’s high society friends.
Lydia slouched too much. She talked too loud. She didn’t know the first thing about fashion brands or cosmetics. She liked sports. And as for Pauline, she was just a six year old who, well, acted like a six year old. All of these things were unacceptable to Mother, whom desperately wanted daughters whom were more befitting of their rich, prissy status.
The only reason Lydia and Pauline were being brought along this time was because there would be photographers there; photographers who wanted to get pictures of the happy family to use in magazines. Lydia’s Mother was a former model, and her Father was a world famous TV star, and when the family was out together, they needed to appear as though they were the ideal of the ideal. A level of perfection common folks could only dream of reaching.
Appearances were everything.
So, that was how Lydia found herself wearing the most uncomfortable romper she’d ever had the misfortune of being draped in, alongside a pair of six inch heels that seemed to be Hell-bent on causing her enough lasting bodily harm that she’d never be able to play sports again. Perhaps, Lydia thought, that was Mother’s plan all along; She could get Lydia to stop her allegedly ‘unbecoming’ activities by revoking the use of her legs via torture-shoes.
But, the discomfort of her clothing was not the worst thing Lydia had to contend with as she sat at the table and tried to force down caviar and glass after glass of flavored water. The worst thing was, instead, where all that flavored water had ended up. She’d been feeling an irritating tingle in her midsection for several hours, but with the amount of beverages she’d gulped down under the glaring eyes of her Mother, she was now more than full.
Lydia knew better than to ask to be excused, and she especially knew not to ask the host where the restroom was. Even doing so in the vaguest, most polite terms possible would result in a lecture from Mother about how her behavior was disgraceful and that she had shamed the family once again. She clenched her thighs, gritted her teeth, and hoped an opportunity for relief would present itself soon.
She looked across the table to Pauline. She was only six. Surely, Lydia thought, her sister would need to go soon as well. And, being so young, perhaps she’d even blurt it out? Then, Lydia could offer to take her, and she’d be home-free.
But, Pauline wasn’t fidgeting at all. She wasn’t tugging on her dark bangs, a habit Lydia had noticed while Pauline was being toilet trained, and one she knew indicated that her sister needed to pee. Pauline looked comfortable, aside from continually tugging on the scratchy neckline of her dress.
Lydia was most uncomfortable. She’d crossed her legs together—inadvertently jabbing her shin with her massive heels by mistake— but it wasn’t helping quell the tide very much. After so much time of speedily increasing urgency, there was little she could do to fight it back.
Another half hour passed and Lydia was bouncing her knees beneath the table, each time her shoes hit the ground they would make a small cracking sound and she hoped Mother didn’t hear it, or at least that she couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Lydia’s urge to urinate had reached an unfathomable peak, and she didn’t think she could hold out much longer. She had to come up with some kind of excuse to break away soon, or she’d find herself sitting in a puddle.
If Mother thought asking for directions to a toilet would disgrace the family, what would she think if Lydia had an accident in her fancy, designer romper surrounded by all of Mother’s friends and her Father’s camera crew? Lydia shuddered at the image, not just out of fear of Mother’s wrath, but from the sheer embarrassment she’d feel herself.
She clenched her thighs, gritted her teeth, and tried to will her sphincter to remain shut. But, the sheer volume of liquid pushing its way downward was causing her pelvic muscles to slacken and lose strength.
A massive spasm ricocheted through her body, and a hand dove beneath the table cloth so she could cup herself. She looked around, no one could tell where her hand was, thankfully, but the awful shock of the jolt had startled her. And now her bladder was throbbing with even more violence. She couldn’t take it much more. She really couldn’t. It was just too much. Too much liquid. Too much urine. All of it sloshing and pressing and bearing down on her with so much power that—
Another spasm hit, even worse than the last, and a spurt of warmth wet her clothing and the hand pressed against it. What now? What now? This was a total emergency, and if she didn’t find an excuse to leave soon, she would have an accident! She had to leave. She had to!
“Mama,” Pauline said, tugging the sleeve of Mother’s dress.
Mother kept chatting to the person beside her, ignoring Pauline.
“Mama?” Pauline tried once more, and Mother turned to her angrily.
“What?” Mother demanded. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of—“
“I have to go pee!” Pauline whined.
Mother grimaced, “We’re having a meal,” she said. “Do not talk about that at the table.”
“But, Mama. I really hafta—“
Mother groaned, as if the basic tasks of childcare were insurmountable burdens to her. Which, Lydia considered, they kind of were. “Lydia,” Mother said. “Please, go take care of your sister.”
Ordinarily, all care for Pauline fell onto Lydia. Lydia didn’t mind it. She loved her sister and liked to spend time with her. And, she definitely didn’t mind it now. Finally, she was gonna get to use the toilet! With eagerness, Lydia stood, took Pauline’s hand and walked briskly from the dining room. It was not easy to walk normally without a hand between her thighs, and each step brought new, fresh waves of pain tearing through her bloated bladder. She and Pauline made it into the hallway.
Finally, she’d almost made it. Now, where was the restroom?
Lydia was grateful to live in New York City for a whole host of reasons, good public transit, lots of things to do, beautiful buildings… But, what she was most grateful for now was the fact that everyone lived in an apartment. Even the grotesquely wealthy like Mother’s friends. True, this was an above-average sized apartment. But still, it was an apartment. Not a massive, sprawling home that she’d never be able to find a toilet in.
It only took a few tries to locate the room she most needed to visit. But, then she remembered her sister had to go too. It was her responsibility as the older one, the one who should have a much finer mastery over her bladder, to allow Pauline to go first. She did this, and stood outside the door, shifting from foot to foot as she listened to liquid pattering… Until she mis-stepped in those god-awful shoes and nearly tumbled right over again.
The shock as she tried to re-steady herself and get a grip caused a long, long jet of urine to spray down her legs. After she’d righted herself and dared to look down, there was a dark patch on her clothes, and an obvious trail of liquid going down one of her bare legs. She placed both hands between her legs and fought not to shift her feet around anymore. Moving her legs was obviously way too dangerous in these heels.
Hopefully, the wet spots could be cleaned up once she got into the restroom. At least Pauline finished fast, when she came out she told Lydia to flush the toilet for her. She had yet to get over her fear of the sound it made, ordinarily Lydia would try to persuade her that it wasn’t going to hurt her, but she hadn’t the time. She put her hand on the doorknob, one of them still crammed between her legs.
“Lydia?” Pauline asked. “Are you having a ‘mergency like I was?”
Lydia cringed and nodded, digging her hand more firmly against herself.
“You shoulda said!” Pauline said. “I woulda let you go before, so you don’t have an accident!”
Lydia fought down the embarrassment of having her much younger sister express concern over her ability to control her bladder. She pushed open the door, rushed inside, and locked it. She saw the toilet, and almost peed herself right then.
‘Just a few more seconds,’ she told herself. ‘Just a few. You can make it. You’re strong. You can easily lift fifty pound weights, you can certainly handle a few more seconds of holding it.’ Her hands went up to the waistband of her pants and—
She realized then that she was not wearing sweatpants like she usually did.
She was, in fact, wearing a romper.
This was her fist time wearing such an asinine garment, and she thought back over how she put it on. She realized with utmost dismay that she was gonna have to take this thing completely off. She glanced down, and realized that she would need to get through at least fifteen ridiculously small buttons before she would be able to pee.
She turned sharply away from the toilet, so it would hopefully stop taunting her with the promise of relief that was still so far from her grasp. She turned a bit too sharply and nearly fell over once again, losing an enormous hiss of pee in the process. Frustrated, she kicked off the obnoxious murder shoes and set to work with the buttons.
A few minutes later, she’d only managed to get through a couple of them, the result of her hands repeatedly needing to plunge back between her thighs as dribbles and drips continually assailed her clothing. When her hands weren’t doing all the work of holding back her tide, they were trembling like they did whenever she was nervous about a big game. It was not easy to work a button when your hand was spasming like crazy.
Multiple times, Lydia thought about just ripping the romper from her body with brute force. She definitely had the strength to accomplish the task, but she didn’t have the strength to either beg Pauline to swipe her something new to wear from around the apartment, or return to the dinner party naked. And she certainly didn’t have the strength to endure Mother’s wrath after the discovery of the ruined romper.
At last, she’d gotten enough of the buttons apart that she could manage to push the annoying garment down her body, allowing it to pool at her ankles before hobbling to the toilet and flinging herself onto the seat.
After such an intense, aggravating and exhausting ordeal, it took a few seconds for everything to register. Her clothing was down. And she was sitting on a toilet.
A quiet, slow trickle was all it was at first, but it only took a matter of seconds for that to build into a thunderous roar of liquid. The intensity defied belief. She felt herself evaporating from the planet, so caught up she was in the intense pleasure. All her mind could comprehend was the bliss of her relief as it blasted into the water. Her body was no longer under her control at all. She tipped her head back, back falling against the lid of the toilet, swimming in a practically half-conscious state of pure, wondrous release. She was barely able to keep her eyes open at all.
This was Heaven. This was perfect, amazing Heaven.
Lydia continued to powerblast the toilet for over a minute and a half, before she started to finally slow down, a handful of dribbles spattering the water below her, and then at last her bladder was spent. She would have liked to savor the moment a bit longer, but they had already been gone for too long and Mother would be upset. As fast as she could, she cleaned herself up, flushed the toilet, put the romper back on and washed her hands.
She left the restroom, her hair slightly frazzled and her body a bit sweaty from the time spent fighting to get her clothes out of the way. “Wow,” Pauline said. “I’ve never heard so much at once!”
Lydia looked down, “Um, yeah. Maybe don’t say anything about that at the table?” |
Just to make a few details make more sense for you if you haven't also read STP, Avery is a trans guy. So, when he says he doesn't miss long lines for women's restrooms, that's what he's referring to.
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Lydia was really looking forward to getting to the art museum – specifically the restroom at the art museum. She wouldn’t call herself desperate just yet, but she was certainly feeling the consequences of all the Gatorade she’d chugged since the last time she relieved her bladder.
‘I’ll get to go soon,’ she silently told herself. Sure, for now Lydia was stuck sitting on a dirty seat in a subway car, but pretty soon she’d be sitting on a toilet instead. She shifted a little in her seat and started swinging her legs to distract her body from the pressure in her abdomen. To distract her mind, she stared out the window at whatever there was to see. They were underground though, so there wasn’t all that much to look at.
Beside her, Avery was also eager to get to the museum and release his bladder. Unlike Lydia, he would definitely call himself desperate. He’d call himself bursting. He’d call himself about to explode. He could recall very few times where he’d needed to go quite this badly before. He hadn’t gone since early that morning. His and Lydia’s school had a very strict policy against using the restroom during class periods. And, since it was a testing day, he’d ended up spending each passing period getting the stuff he needed from his locker.
At lunch, he thought for sure that he’d finally get the pee break he was starting to think he’d actually kill for, but nope. Instead, he spent the entire hour helping his chemistry teacher set something up for an experiment, finding himself unable to say no after he’d been asked. And, after lunch, it was back to more of the same. By the time school was over, he thought he’d die if he didn’t find somewhere to release his poor bladder. He could scarcely believe it was possible for it to get that full.
But, then, the restrooms were all full and had long lines, plenty of other boys eager to release what they’d been unable to while class was in session. And, he’d promised he’d go to the museum with Lydia and didn’t want her to think she’d ditched him. So, against his better judgement, he went to the front of the school and waited for her.
Then, as they boarded the subway, he tried to act like everything was normal, perfectly fine, and not about to explode. He didn’t think he was doing such a great job of that, though. He was shifting around in his seat, his legs crossed, his hands yanking on his bangs. It was obvious that he was very uncomfortable.
But, Lydia hadn’t seemed to notice. Or, at least, she hadn’t said anything to indicate that she had.
When their stop arrived, Avery had to fight to stand back up, had to fight to walk beside Lydia without doubling over and flooding his pants, had to fight to get up the stairs as teeny little leaks began to trickle out of his body.
Luckily, the museum Lydia was wanting to visit was directly across from the station’s exit. As they headed in, Avery started to speak; “Lydia, before we do anything else, I gotta—“
“I have to use the restroom,” Lydia informed. “Do you mind waiting for me?”
“N—Not at all,” Avery said. “I have to go, too.”
When they approached the restrooms, Lydia groaned and squeezed her thighs together at the sight; A huge line was sprawling out of the women’s room and partway down the hall. “Ugh… Come on!” she whined.
“Oh, yeah,” Avery said, eyeing the line. He’d had many miserable experiences in women’s room lines before he’d transitioned. “I certainly don’t miss that…”
“Rub it in, why don’t you?”
“Sorry… I didn’t mean it that way,” Avery said, bouncing on his heels as his pupils kept darting in the direction of the men’s room. “I will be back in a minute, I’m about to explode!” was what he wanted to say, but instead the words “I won’t go until after you have, if it makes you feel any better,” came out instead. Once they were out, he couldn’t believe he’d said them. What an awful idea, he was already spurting into his pants, why would he offer to hold it even longer when he didn’t have t—
“That’s… Very generous, Avery. But, you don’t have to do that.” Lydia said, shimmying her legs.
“No, I will,” Avery insisted, wincing at her obvious discomfort. “I can wait, I don’t have to go that bad.”
Lydia looked at his shimmying hips and dancing feet, and seriously doubted that. “If you really want to, I guess…”
Avery hobbled over to wait against the opposite wall… And tried very, very hard not to look at the constant flow of people going in and out of the men’s room, tried not to hear the flushing toilets and gushing faucets that were audible from within. His bladder was utterly confused why he wasn’t dashing in there and allowing it to release. He checked his watch and realized with some horror that it had been ten hours since his last pee. Sure, he hadn’t had very much to drink in that time, but this couldn’t have been good… He allowed himself another glance at the men’s room… But then he looked at Lydia, told himself it would be mean to go while she kept holding it, and told himself to wait.
Lydia, meanwhile, was jogging in place as she stood in the back of the slow moving line.
It wasn’t that she didn’t have plenty of experience with holding it. Being one of the only two girls on her school’s hockey team had led to a few incidents of desperation in the past; Her school was ancient, certain areas constructed long before there was any sort of equality between men and women; Before women were even permitted onto any of the school’s teams. So, the rink where hockey practice was held still only had a men’s restroom near it. She and the other girl had to change in the coach’s office, and would have to walk a long way to get to a women’s room. Since they weren’t supposed to ‘waste time’ during practice, it usually meant that they didn’t have a chance to pee at all until it was over. Lydia couldn’t count the number of times she’d been badly ‘off her game’ because she’d been much more focused on not peeing in her clothes than she’d been on her performance.
She thought that, with as high as the tuition for her fancy private school was, they could put some of that money towards putting in another women’s restroom. But, apparently that just wasn’t as important to the administration as putting up gaudy decor that screamed ‘Look at how rich we are!’ was.
She and the other girl had requested a few times for an exception to be made, for them to be allowed to use the men’s room during practice so they could actually go. A couple of the nicer boys on the team had even chipped in and said that they didn’t care, that they’d just leave for a few minutes and let the girls go. But the teachers and faculty had still refused. So, Lydia always tried to remember to pee before going to practice, but sometimes she forgot, or the line was too long and she didn’t get a chance, and so she’d really, really have to go through the whole thing.
And, her parents’ activities had ended up forcing Lydia to restrain her bladder for long stretches of time, too. Her Mother hosted elaborate parties, during which Lydia was only supposed to exit her room to greet guests— Mother hated people being reminded that she was old enough to have a daughter Lydia’s age. She especially didn’t like people knowing that her daughter abhorred dressing in designer wear, and was more interested in architecture, art and sports than in the latest fashion trends. So, Lydia was generally kept ‘out of sight’ from Mother’s high society friends.
Lydia didn’t really mind not being permitted to socialize too much with Mother’s friends, she hardly ever understood what they were even talking about— Lydia couldn’t tell you the difference between ‘Burberry’ and ‘Prada’ if someone put a gun to her head. But, Mother’s parties could last for hours and hours, and Lydia’s bladder would ache long before she was told she could leave her room. So many times, she’d wished her bedroom had an en-suite bathroom, but it didn’t. So many times, she’d sit in her bed, cupping herself tight and feeling her hands grow damp and warm as she fantasized about being told she could come out, tearing across the hall to the restroom, yanking her pants down and dropping onto the toilet seat before losing herself to the relief.
Once, she hadn’t been able to make it long enough. The leaky dribbles that had been wetting her hands became intense streams, and she couldn’t hold it any more. She only barely managed to save herself from an accident with her quick thinking; She dumped all the papers from her trash can, tore her pants down and hovered over it just as her bladder completely collapsed in on itself and an absolute geyser of pee erupted from her overworked urethra. She’d tried to slow it down to make less noise, but she couldn’t. She’d only barely managed to keep herself from moaning. It took over a minute for her bladder to empty all the way.
That was when she ran into a new problem; She now had a trash can full of pee. She spent the next several hours panicking and trying to come up with what to do about it. Fate smiled on her though, because when Mother informed her she could come back out, it was right before she went to bed. Lydia was able to quietly sneak to the restroom and empty the contents of the trash can into the toilet before thoroughly cleaning it with wipes to try and neutralize the odor. Unfortunately, having a container of pee sitting out in her room for so long had left a bit of a smell, especially since the door and windows had been all shut. She slept with her window open that night, which helped air it out most of the way.
Lydia preferred spending time with her Dad— Even if he was seldom around— but sometimes spending time with him meant holding her pee as well. He was a talkshow host, and usually the occasions Lydia spent the most time with him were when the family was being photographed for a magazine. Preparing for that always involved spending a very, very long time in a chair, having her hair styled and make-up applied to her face. (Most of which seemed to make Lydia sneeze.)
She’d be in that chair for hours, and eventually the stylist would be scolding her to keep still because her bladder had filled itself to the absolute brim. Sometimes, she admitted that she just really needed a toilet break, but wouldn’t be allowed to get up for that. “It will be just a few more minutes,” the stylist always assured. But, it never was.
The most tortuous part of these events was that there was almost always a restroom visible from where she was forced to sit. So, Lydia was stuck trying to hold herself still as her bladder begged for relief, and she stared at a door denoting a restroom just a few feet away. The instant the stylist was finally through with her, she’d shoot to her feet and bolt for that door like the place was on fire. Many times, she’d be peeing before she’d managed to sit down all the way.
So, Lydia was no stranger to desperation, but somehow this felt worse. She thought that it was just the knowledge that others— Many of whom were probably nowhere near as needy as she was— were currently relieving themselves right ahead of her. It was making her urgency feel more intense.
The line was moving so horrendously slow, too. She looked over at Avery, and noticed his legs were coiled over each other as he bobbed in place, with his fists clenched at his sides. She couldn’t understand why he was doing this to himself, why he thought there was a point in both of them suffering. But, there were more women in line behind her now, and she was not about to leave her place to go try and talk him out of this again.
When she finally got into the restroom, she actually managed to feel worse. There were seven people left in front of her. The one at the front in an obvious state of absolute desperation, bobbing up and down and cupping herself.
Worse than that was the fact there were only two freaking stalls in the room. And even worse than that was the unsolicited aural exhibition that was reverberating from those stalls. The noises of those lucky women getting their much needed relief, the powerful hiss of long-held liquid spraying into the toilet water below. Lydia would give anything to be in one of their positions right now. She whimpered as several seconds passed and the women in both stalls were still gushing and gushing along.
Finally, one of the toilets flushed and one of the women exited her stall. The woman at the front of the line bolted past her. She loudly tore the stall’s lock shut and Lydia was unable to ignore it as she watched that woman’s feet move closer to the toilet. Lydia was also unable to stop the almost immediate sound of the other woman’s stream pounding the water of the bowl from penetrating her unwilling eardrums, nor could she block out the moan of relief that fell from the woman’s lips alongside it.
Lydia coiled her legs tighter around each other, pressing even harder with her hands. She felt a stream sliding down one of her legs, dampening her light blue sweatpants. The second stall opened, and another woman entered it. More hissing and spattering filled the air a half second later. More women getting relief, as Lydia jiggled and writhed and waited. She wanted to ask the people ahead of her to please, please let her cut because she was having an emergency. But, they looked just as close to exploding as Lydia felt, she didn’t think they’d let her.
A stall opened. The third woman took it. More gushing, more sighing, more waiting for Lydia. As the fourth dashed into a newly vacant stall, Lydia wished she could press her hands against her ears to block out the sounds, but if she stopped cupping herself she’d pee her pants for sure. Another stall opened. Another woman achieved relief. Lydia tried to steady herself. Only two more people ahead of her. She could make it. She was constantly dribbling little drops, but she could make it. As those final two girls took their turns, Lydia twisted and jiggled and writhed like she was covered in fleas.
Finally, one of the stalls opened and Lydia could run to it as fast as her legs would let her. The shock of the sudden movement caused her to start leaking again. Her hands were shaking as she locked herself in, and shook more while she tugged her pants down and allowed herself to fall onto the seat of the toilet.
Then, she really did explode. But, thank goodness she was in the right place for that to happen. Her bladder continued to angrily pulse even as it drained away its contents. She couldn’t control her mouth well enough to keep from making sounds that told all who heard exactly how much better she was feeling. But, that was fine. They could already hear her stream spraying out of her like a compressed water-balloon, forcefully spraying the water below with the power of a torrential rainstorm. After she’d been peeing away for long enough to regain more of her ability to think, she wondered if Avery had let himself go yet. She hoped he had.
He hadn’t, though. He was still standing, pressed against the wall with his eyes squeezed shut and his legs pressed firmly together, almost completely doubled over on himself. He’d had a few more leaks, could feel dampness in his boxers now, knew there wasn’t much time left. He hoped Lydia would come out soon, so he wouldn’t feel guilty about peeing. He hoped Lydia had made it, because if she didn’t, he knew he’d give up too, wet himself to make her feel better.
His entire world had narrowed to a tiny pinpoint of pain. His bladder was now the only thing that existed to him. The only thing his mind could comprehend was sending order after order down to his straining sphincters to continue restraining his flood. But, those muscles did not want to listen, small, drippy streams were going down his legs even as he did everything he could think of to keep them from falling.
“Avery…” Lydia said. “I told you you didn’t have to do this, you’re being silly!”
Avery cracked his eyes open. Lydia had returned from the restroom, and she did not appear to have wet herself. He stomped his feet, “I thought it would be rude,” he explained around the pulsing, pounding weight of liquid in his core.
“And I told you it was fine, you idiot!” Lydia laughed. “Now, hurry up and go before you have an accident!”
Avery forced himself off of the wall, and took a series of contorted steps into the men’s room. He saw immediately the two stalls were taken, but was overcome with relief when he saw the six urinals were the sort that went down to the floor— He often had trouble using his stand-to-pee prosthetic with urinals that were too high up. He was a bit on the short side, and it wasn’t like he could aim his prosthetic ‘up’ and not make a mess. His prosthetic was an amazing thing, but it still couldn’t defy the laws of gravity. Avery hurried for one of the urinals, ripped down his zipper, and got his prosthetic out with barely enough time to ensure it was correctly positioned before his bladder completely gave out.
Pee gushed down the shaft and out of the tip of his prosthetic, trickling into the urinal as he finally emptied his bladder for the first time in nearly eleven hours. He took a series of deep, stabilizing breaths. He’d never held it this long before, and dear God did it feel good to let go! He clenched ever so slightly to avoid overflowing his prosthetic, but even having to exert that small bit of restraint did nothing to tamper down the relief he felt.
He just kept going and going and going, shivers running up and down his spine as he panted and let his jaw go slack. When he was emptied and had shook out the last few drops, he stood in a daze for a moment before zipping back up. Phew… Much better!
Upon returning to Lydia, she again reiterated to him that he was an idiot. “I did not ask you to do that,” she emphasized. “In fact, I believe I told you multiple times NOT to.”
“I didn’t want to be rude,” Avery said once more.
Lydia sighed, “It’s not rude to use the restroom when you’re about to pee your pants.”
“It’s not like I had an accident,” Avery said.
“Yeah, but you came really close to it,” Lydia said. “Look, I know you want to prove you’re a good friend and all, but you’ve already done that enough times by now! I don’t need you to risk a bladder infection to prove that to me anymore, you already have!”
“… I… Guess that was a little silly,” Avery admitted.
“It really was,” Lydia stressed. “You don’t need to hurt yourself out of ‘solidarity’, or whatever it was you thought you were doing there. Come on, let’s go see some art.”
“Eheh, yeah. Okay.” |
Lydia’s school was taking all of the students on a two night long field trip to a camping site outside of the city. Lydia had never gone camping before. She’d traveled to lots of places, but no matter where she was, she always stayed in a hotel. She didn’t know the first thing about camping, but she doubted many of her classmates that had grown up in the city did either.
What convinced Lydia to go on the trip was that Avery was going, and being stuck back at school without him while filling out pointless worksheets would be mind-numbing. She was confident she could handle whatever this trip required of her. And, even if turned out she really, really hated it, it would only be for two nights.
Two nights, as it turned out, was much too long for her to manage.
The bus ride to the campsite was very long, and after a while Lydia was crossing her legs and bouncing her knees as she struggled to keep her bladder in check. Beside her, she noticed Avery was doing much of the same thing, growing tense and tugging nervously at the hat he always wore.
The journey continued, Lydia’s bladder filled more and more. It was no longer a few nervous twinges, but a pulsing need. The worst part was that since she’d never been to the campsite before, she had no idea when she’d have the opportunity to relieve herself.
They did finally arrive though, and Lydia eagerly left the bus. She saw then that the campsite was very rustic. There weren’t any buildings. She couldn’t remember ever being somewhere that she couldn’t see a building anywhere. It was… very open. And that kind of freaked her out. She wasn’t used to emptiness, or quiet. There was always a little bit of noise somewhere, but here the only sound was the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind.
Most alarming though was that, since there weren’t any buildings, Lydia didn’t spot anywhere she could go to let her bladder relax.
There was more noise once her classmates began to pile off the bus, and one of the teachers, Mr. Jackson said that they were going to begin hiking to the campsite.
So, this wasn’t the campsite, then. Lydia realized. The toilet she needed must have been there. Hopefully the walk wasn’t too long. She was never one to turn down a chance to exercise, but her bladder muscles were ones she didn’t want to give a thorough work-out to today.
Before they started to move, however, a boy raised his hand in the air. “Yes?” Mr. Jackson asked.
“I… Um… I need to use the bathroom,” he said shyly. “Is there someplace…?”
A few others, including Avery, chimed in that they had to go as well, bemoaning the long ride.
Mr. Jackson said that this was no problem, and then instructed the girls to go off to one side and the guys to go off to the other. “If you need to use the bathroom, find a spot behind the bushes. The rest of you stay here with me.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lydia heard one girl say. “We have to piss in the bushes?” Despite her complaining, however, she reluctantly headed that way.
And then Lydia just stood there, shifting her weight back and forth as she watched her classmates wander off. They were… going outside? But… How? How did that work? Wouldn’t it just go all over her feet?
She had already resigned herself to holding it until they got to the actual campsite, but knowing that people around her were able to go NOW was making her need grow worse by the second.
Avery came back, and Lydia noted with some dismay how much more relaxed he looked now compared to how he’d been when they were on the bus. “Wow, I thought I was gonna explode,” he said. “You don’t have to go?”
“I’m… Fine,” Lydia insisted, since she didn’t really have the option of NOT being fine right now. She tried not to feel to jealous of Avery and his newly acquired ability to pee standing up. Surely that made the whole relieving-himself-outdoors thing a little easier… At least, she figured, he could probably relate to her now a little better than most guys could. Before he’d had an STP, he likely would have been stuck holding it just like she was now.
She was then struck by an idea and started to open her mouth. She clamped it back shut again less than a second later when it registered to her that her idea was absolutely awful in every way imaginable.
Once everyone had returned, they began the hike. As everyone walked through the trails, Lydia’s need grew worse and worse. She squatted down at one point to re-tie her shoe, but really she was squeezing her thighs together as tight as she could to avoid an accident. She allowed most of the others to pass her so that by the time she stood back up, she was at the end of the line. She felt more comfortable in the back with less people around. Her bladder felt so huge and compressed by the waistband of her pants, it was more than full and demanding relief.
“Are you okay, Lydia?” Avery asked.
“Huh?” Lydia asked, she had been lost in a daze of concern about the decreasing likelihood of making it to camp with dry pants.
“Are you okay?” Avery repeated. Then he inched a little closer and leaned it to whisper. “Are you sure you didn’t need to pee?”
Lydia then realized that she’d been walking for quite a while with a hand pressed firmly between her legs, fingers struggling to press into her urethra. “N—No,” Lydia blurted softly, releasing her hold on herself and trying to act normal.
“Just ask Mr. Jackson to let us stop for a while so you can go.”
“No, I’m okay,” Lydia insisted. They carried on walking, Lydia desperately fighting not to cup herself again. She forced her hands to stay at her sides, but the need to pee continually worsened. Suddenly, she stepped wrong over a branch and slipped a little. She kept her balance and didn’t fall, but as she lost her footing she felt a sudden jet of warmth flood out between her thighs. Her hands instantly flew to her crotch and jammed themselves there. She stopped the flow, but she just had to go so much!
“Are you okay?” Avery asked.
“Yes, I’m not hurt.”
Avery glanced down to the hands pressed firmly between Lydia’s legs. “Would you feel better if I said I had to go, too?” He kind of did anyway, holding for so long on the bus had really worn his poor bladder out.
Lydia forced her hands back to her sides once more and resumed walking. “No. Really. I’m fine. I promise.”
They carried on walking, and suddenly Mr. Jackson stopped in a large clearing and announced that they’d made it to the campsite.
Lydia glanced around, eagerly looking for the building that she knew would house the restroom she needed… But, there wasn’t one. All she could see still were trees and bushes and grass… “Th—This is it?” she asked nervously.
“Yep,” Mr. Jackson said. He then went on to explain how to set up tents and how to make sure the ground beneath was good, and Lydia just kept bouncing in place. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn’t possibly hold it in until the trip was over! She was barely keeping it in now!
Once Mr. Jackson finished talking, and the students that had been carrying the supplies had set them all down on the ground, Avery picked up some of the stuff and looked at Lydia. “We can share a tent if you want,” he said. “I’ve done this before, and I have a feeling you haven’t, so just let me handle it while you go… Uh… ‘Go’.”
“Avery,” Lydia said, all the urgency and worry she’d been fighting to keep out of her mouth all this time was pouring forth now. “I… I really need a bathroom…”
“I know,” Avery shrugged. “You can go now, nobody’s gonna be waiting on y—“
“No,” Lydia interrupted. “I mean I need a BATHROOM.”
Avery stared at her for a few seconds, trying to figure out what her problem was. “Oh… You… Didn’t think there was gonna be plumbing out here, did you?”
Lydia HAD thought that. “I… I thought there’d at least be, like, an outhouse somewhere.” She was starting to panic. She needed a toilet so bad that the whites of her eyes were probably turning yellow, and apparently there wasn’t a single one for miles. She had no idea what to do. Even if Mr. Jackson gave her permission to go find somewhere suitable, the pee was already practically coming out of her and there was no way she’d keep it in long enough to get to a toilet now. Her hands went back to pressing themselves against her groin, and she felt the fabric beneath her palms growing alarmingly wet. “Why would they bring us somewhere without toilets?”
“They said on the forms and stuff that this was for us to experience ‘the full outdoors’,” Avery said. “Finding our own food and water, and…You… You just go pee behind a bush. Everyone else did it earlier, and I promise it’s not as gross as you think it—“
“I don’t know how!” Lydia blurted out, feeling horribly ashamed. Surely this was the kind of thing a person was supposed to just… Know, right? Humans existed for a long time before toilets did, after all. So this should have just been instinctive. And, like Avery had said, everyone else had managed it! But, she couldn’t visualize a way to let it go outdoors that she didn’t think would end in a wet, disgusting disaster.
Avery kept looking at her. That… Kind of made sense, he decided. She’d spent her whole life in an enormous city where she’d never been so far from a working toilet that a bush was going to have to act as a substitute. Not like him, growing up way out in the middle of nowhere and sometimes having to deal with a full bladder while being a two hour walk from the nearest toilet. That had never been particularly pleasant, he didn’t like how he ended up having to look at and sometimes touch that area of his body while he got ready to go— Thank goodness for his prosthe—
“Oh, maybe I can—“ Avery forced his mouth closed as a furious blush went across his face. Wow. Bad idea. Terrible idea. Worst idea in the history of ideas. He couldn’t even believe he’d seriously just thought of it. He and Lydia may have been the best of friends, and they may have shared a LOT of things, but THAT was not going to be one of them. “Nuh—Never mind! Forget I said anything! I— What I meant to say is,” he tugged at his bangs anxiously and lowered his voice. “If… If you don’t know how to go outside, I can teach you. I promise it’s not that hard.”
“Easy for you to say,” Lydia said. She didn’t mean to snap at him, but sometimes when she got frustrated enough it was hard to control herself. And needing to pee so badly she’d sell her soul for a toilet was certainly frustrating. “All YOU have to do is unzip your pants.”
“But, that’s not how it USED to be,” Avery said. “When I was growing up, there were lots of times I had to go outside, and I didn’t have an STP then. And, it was… uncomfortable for me, but I’d get it over with and then I wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. I promise, I can teach you how to do this.”
Lydia chewed on her lip as she continued bouncing. She imagined herself trying to empty her bladder into the dirt, only to soak her legs and feet and all of her clothes in the process. She imagined having to return back to her classmates covered in pee… But, if she didn’t at least TRY to do what she needed to do, they were likely to see her in wet pants anyway.
Because by now, saying she NEEDED this was a bit of understatement. There was what felt like oceans of liquid all pushing firmly into one tiny ring of muscle and none of her toe-tapping, thigh-clenching or crotch-grabbing was helping her at all anymore. “O—Okay,” she said.
She and Avery went deeper behind a few bushes and trees. “Okay,” Avery said. “I think the easiest way for you to do this is like this…” He leaned against one of the trees, pressing his back firmly into it. He bent his knees and positioned his feet out, like he was sitting in an invisible chair. The position put a bit of pressure onto his lower body and reminded him that his own bladder still needed tending to. “It’s like that wall-sit thing they make us do in gym class, and I KNOW you’re good at that, so I KNOW you can do this.”
Lydia WAS good at that exercise. But, the thing was, all the times she’d done it, she hadn’t been relieving herself of gallons and gallons of long held pee. She remembered that on several occasions where she’d just barely made it to the toilet in time, she started to get… tingly and limp. Her body just relaxed so much at the decrease in pressure that she slumped back hard against the tank of the toilet, like she was made entirely of liquid and jello. And if that happened when she was trying to keep herself propped up against a tree, then it wouldn’t end well.
Another spurt reheated her underwear as she stared at the tree and took a moment to try and convince herself that this wouldn’t end up as horribly as she thought it would. “What if I fall over?”
“You won’t,” Avery said. “You’re, like, the best athlete I’ve ever met. I know you can do THIS.”
“But…” Lydia said. “I…”
“Um…” Avery yanked at the brim of his hat. “Okay… Um… Aw, jeez… I can hold onto one of your hands. Will that make you feel more steady”
Lydia worried at her lip while her hands continually kneaded themselves between her legs. “Okay,” she said.
Avery hadn’t expected her to agree to that and he felt heat flood his body. He was going to be holding onto a girl’s hand while she was half naked… For the first time in his life, he was grateful that he hadn’t been born with the correct anatomy, because if he had been, he knew there would be a major risk of that getting even MORE awkward than it was already going to be. “I won’t look,” he promised. “I’ll be facing the other way, and I’ll keep my eyes closed the whole time too, so don’t worry.”
“O… Okay,” Lydia said. She’d known she could trust Avery not to peek anywhere he shouldn’t, he was the one guy she knew that had always treated her with respect, that had never made any horrid comments about the things he’d like to do to her large chest or ‘accidentally’ run a hand against her body in the crowded hallways. Still, hearing him promise and reassure her that he would not treat this as an opportunity to get a view of her body made her feel immensely better.
But, she needed to make herself feel immensely better in another way right now, and the wicked pangs from her bladder began to somehow grow even more in intensity now that she felt more confident that she could answer their pleas. Taking a deep breath— which only managed to tighten the bands of pressure in her abdomen rather than relax her nerves any further— she waited for Avery to turn around. Then, she backed against a tree that was wider than her body and tugged her pants down to her knees as she got into the position Avery had demonstrated. She then stuck out her hand. “Al—Alright, I’m ready…”
Avery reached his hand behind himself and felt Lydia clasp it. Sweat was traveling down his neck and he knew he must have been blushing like crazy. Amazing that this was affecting him so much even when he wasn’t looking! Even though he was already facing the opposite way, he squeezed his eyes closed just like he’d promised Lydia he would.
Lydia tried to relax and let the burden flow forth, but nothing happened, her body refused to ease its tension and allow for the release it so sorely wanted. Instead, her body was actively fighting against its own best interest, shouting at her that she needed to pee RIGHT NOW while actively denying her the ability.
She could recall only one previous experience in which she’d been unable to relax enough to pee. Her Dad’s talkshow was doing this Christmas special thing showing off the holiday traditions his family allegedly partook in. All of it was completely fake, of course, they were NEVER as happy together as the camera implied. But, partway through the filming, her Dad took a pee break. And neglected to turn his microphone off. The sound of his stream trickling into the bowl and of his relaxed sigh of relief was heard loud and clear, and when he came back out members of his team said they were adding it to the blooper reel.
Well, after that, Lydia had to pee as well, but she kept thinking about the mistake her Dad had made and even though she was pretty sure she had turned her microphone off correctly, she couldn’t stop thinking she’d done it WRONG somehow and was about to broadcast her toilet break to everyone. And, the idea of this stressed her out so much that she couldn’t go. She just sat on the toilet for ten minutes trying to force her bladder to release before ultimately giving up when she was called back out. She’d ended up needing to hold it in until they were done filming everything and she was allowed to remove the microphone from her shirt.
And even if she hadn’t managed to accidentally pee while mic’d up, the end result of the filming was still pretty embarrassing because in every scene that was filmed later on in the day, Lydia was jiggling around and wearing an expression of agony.
Remembering this now made her current need to void her bladder feel somehow worse. “Nnnhh…” she whined, gritting her teeth as her bladder thrashed and throbbed and frustration filled her brain. She wasn’t sure exactly which aspect of her current situation was making it impossible for her to go. Maybe the still-present fear that she’d make a mess. Maybe the fact that she had to maintain a bit of tension to keep herself in the right position. Maybe the unfamiliar feeling of the breeze hitting areas of her body that were always clothed. Maybe the knowledge that her classmates and teacher weren’t too far away. Maybe Avery being right there. Or, maybe, it was just… all of it.
“…Lydia?” Avery asked softly. He’d been intending to stay silent while this all took place, but Lydia’s whimpering and the complete absence of any trickling sounds was making him concerned. “You okay?”
“…I can’t go,” Lydia said.
“…Oh,” Avery said. That should have been obvious since she’d failed to start spraying out a stream in all this time, but it still surprised him. With how obviously desperate Lydia was, he didn’t think she ought to have any trouble getting it out now. “Well… Um… Sometimes when I get scared in a public restroom, I have that happen. And… Uh, what I do is I think about the ocean.” He wasn’t so sure if TALKING to someone while they were having difficulties peeing was going to help, but he tried anyway.
“I— I think about gallons of water all crashing against itself, and loud roaring waves, and—“ Avery shifted a little on his feet, once more remembering that HE still had to go. “And water sloshing onto the beach, or swishing around a dock,” as he continued rambling to Lydia and trying to paint a watery picture with his words, he had to press his thighs together. He sure hoped Lydia managed to go soon, because once she was done with that tree he REALLY had to use it! “Just, all this water.. Nnh, flowing around and trickling, and—“
PSSSSSHHHHH!
A very, very loud spray of liquid began to pummel into the dirt beneath Lydia. Her stream had at last broken free and had very quickly grown to its full force. Her breathing became quick and shallow and she looked down in a panic, certain that she was drenching herself. But, she wasn’t. The puddle growing beneath her was hitting the ground, not her feet, not her pants. Just the ground, like it was supposed to. Fearing it would grow too large, however, she pushed her feet further away from each other to give it more room.
Then, finally, the relief actually settled in. This was not ideal, and it was still pretty uncomfortable, but she was releasing hours worth of urine from her exhausted bladder. Of course it felt good. She clenched her teeth hard, trying her best not to make a sound when someone was RIGHT THERE to hear it, but she couldn’t stop the moan from breaking free. “Ahhhhh….”
Avery’s back had stiffened and his grip on Lydia’s hand had tightened. Hopefully, she thought he was just trying extra hard to keep her steady because he was a good, caring friend. Because, the reality was he was going tense as the sound of her pee hissing and splattering into the dirt was having a profound and painful effect on his own bladder. ‘Ohhh, hurry up, please?’ he thought.
For another thirty seconds, Lydia repeatedly took deep breaths through her mouth while her downpour ran its course, and it took another moment after the flow turned to dripping for her breathing to return to normal. But, even with the agony over, she remained as she was.
After it had been quiet for a bit, Avery spoke up. “Uh—Um… Lydia, are you done?” he asked, voice cracking as he tried and failed to keep the urgency out of it.
“…Yeah, but… How do I… What… There’s no toilet paper,” Lydia said.
“Um… I always kinda just… Shook…” Avery said.
Lydia did this, but still didn’t feel as clean as she would have preferred. She pulled her pants up and zipped them, taking several big steps away from Avery as the embarrassment started to set in. He may have kept his word about not looking, but it wasn’t as though he could have stopped himself from hearing all of that gush out of her… She looked down, “Oh, I’ve seen people on TV using leaves instead of toilet pape—“
“Lydia, no!” Avery interrupted. “That’s poison ivy!”
Lydia felt even more embarrassed then. “Sorry, I’m really bad at this, aren’t I?”
“You’ve never BEEN anywhere like this before,” Avery said. “It’s fine that you can’t recognize different plants, or need help learning how to pee outside, you’ve just never HAD to know those things until now.”
“Sorry, you had to listen to me… Do that…” Lydia said, ashamed.
“It’s not a big deal,” Avery promised.
“It’s embarrassing,” Lydia said miserably. “To have a guy listen to me pee!”
“Um…” Avery looked away. “I… Really, really have to go now too, actually. You can keep watch for me, and then we’ll be even on hearing each other pee. So, then it won’t be a big deal at all, right?”
“Okay,” Lydia said. |
Written for the Omovember prompt "While On The Phone".
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‘She’s just trying to scare you,’ Lydia told herself as she stared at the closed and locked door to her apartment. ‘She won’t really make you stay out here all night.’ She waited for the door to fly back open, and for her Mother’s scowling face to reappear.
It didn’t.
Minutes passed, and it still didn’t.
Half an hour…
The door was still shut.
Lydia really was locked out for the remainder of the night. Her Mother had been serious.
Lydia’s groan turned into a shudder as the chilliness of the night air hit her. Truth be told, she was far more worried about Pauline, now left alone in there with their Mother, than she was concerned with herself.
It… It was abuse, wasn’t it? Lydia and Pauline may have never gotten beaten, or so much as slapped, and their basic needs were always met. They even had tons of nice, expensive things that their Dad brought home for them as gifts. They were never left wanting for anything. Their family was rich, they were fortunate, lucky…
But… The things their Mother SAID to them, blaming them for ruining her body and ending her modeling career, accusing them of various crimes without reason, screaming at them until their ears hurt… THAT had to be abuse, right? Even if there weren’t any bruises, even if they didn’t get starved, what their Mother did to them couldn’t have been normal…
And this thing tonight— Mother had never done anything like this before. She’d never locked Lydia out of the apartment and told her to “Get in the gutter where you belong” before. Well, okay, so she’d SAID the thing about the gutter plenty of times before tonight, she’d just never ACTED upon it.
Lydia ran through the events leading up to her banishment over and over, trying to find a way she could have prevented it. The argument began when Mother accused Lydia of knocking over a vase. The vase had been knocked over five years ago, and it was an event Mother liked to bring up time and time again. Lydia hadn’t responded at first, even as Mother went on and on about how careless and disrespectful she was. Lydia hadn’t knocked over the vase, and even if she had, it had still been half a decade since it had happened and the piece that chipped off of it had been repaired long ago.
But, not replying hadn’t been the correct choice, Mother started getting louder “I know you can hear me when I speak to you, Lydia. Can you at least show me that you’re capable of listening?”
Lydia just nodded.
“There we go, was that so hard?” Mother asked, and then she just kept going on and on and on about the stupid vase. One thing about Mother that Lydia would never be able to understand was the fact the woman seemed to have some sort of supernatural power. She could yell and shout an badger for so long and with such vehemence, that something inside Lydia’s head would start to twist and go haywire.
Suddenly, the reality Lydia knew to be true would be thrown into doubt, and she’d start wondering if maybe she really HAD committed the crime Mother was accusing her of— Even when she had no memory of having done it, and even when she COULD recall what had really happened. There would just be so much conviction in Mother’s tone, so much certainty that Lydia really was an evil mastermind hellbent on destroying Mother’s prized possessions and reputation by any means necessary, that Lydia would begin to believe it too.
Maybe she HAD broken that vase all those years ago, and she’d just blocked it out. Maybe the memory she had of the vase being knocked over by a member of her Father’s film crew was false, something that had just happened in a dream Lydia’s brain had cooked up to assuage her feelings of guilt. Maybe she WAS guilty, and just didn’t want to accept it.
So, in the end, Lydia ended up apologizing for the years’ old incident.
But, for some reason, that hadn’t been the right answer, either. It was almost as if Mother was disappointed that she’d gotten Lydia to accept blame for something she was still pretty sure she hadn’t actually done. Like she didn’t want the one-sided discussion to end so soon. Mother folded her arms. “So, what are you gonna do about it?”
“I… I don’t know,” Lydia admitted. She couldn’t offer to fix the vase, since it had been repaired immediately after it was broken. She couldn’t offer to buy a replacement, since Mother already had two more that looked almost exactly like it.
“That’s the problem with you, Lydia,” Mother said . “You never know. Your grades are proof enough of that.”
Lydia always barely scraped through Math with a D. It was a sore topic for her. She knew better than to argue that she was passing everything that WASN’T Math. What she excelled in didn’t matter to Mother, only her failures did. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing,” Mother said. “I don’t need your need apologies.”
Lydia was again confused as to what was actually expected of her. If the point wasn’t for her to apologize, then what was it? Stupidly, she said she was sorry again.
And all Hell broke loose immediately. Mother screamed every vile name she could think of, Lydia cried, and that only made Mother angrier, and then Lydia was shoved outside and locked out, with the promise that she could come back inside in the morning if she’d learned some respect by then.
Lydia still wasn’t sure what she’d been meant to do during all of that.
She slumped down beside the locked door, hoping that the next several hours would pass quickly, and that maybe she’d be able to get at least a little sleep in the meantime.
A pulsing in her bladder told her that sleep would have to wait. In all the commotion, Lydia certainly hadn’t been given a chance to use the toilet before she was forced out the door. And the last time she’d relieved her bladder had been… Before leaving school that afternoon. She definitely had to do it again soon.
Where could she go, though? It was after dark on a weeknight, if she went to a neighbor’s they’d probably be in bed, asleep. Even if she woke one of them up, what were the odds they’d let her use their toilet after she’d roused them on a work-night?
Besides, she lived in one of the world’s largest cities, there were plenty of public toilets she could access WITHOUT waking anybody up. Waiting around a few more minutes to see if perhaps Mother really WOULD change her mind about this, Lydia left the hallway and started to descend down the staircase to the ground floor.
Now that she was moving around for the first time in a while, her bladder was jolted awake. The nagging throbs she’d felt in front of the door to her apartment became much more insistent and annoying.
She made it to the ground floor and was now on the sidewalk. The first few steps were simple, but then a sense of uneasiness started to settle in her belly.
Lydia walked through the city by herself all of the time, but she’d never been alone after dark. She turned around, certain someone nefarious was following silently behind her. There was no one there, but her racing pulse didn’t calm down.
‘You’re being silly,’ she thought. ‘There’s so many lights from the building and the street-lamps. It’s not like it’s pitch dark.’ Lydia had only been able to look into the night sky and see stars when she was on a trip somewhere else. Even at night, the city was still bright. It shouldn’t have been scary, but it still was.
‘You can also defend yourself if something bad happens,’ Lydia reminded herself. Once, some creep actually snuck onto the grounds of her school and begun taking pictures of some of the girls there. He made the mistake of thinking Lydia would be a good target, and she rewarded him with three punches to the face and a kick to the crotch.
She’d actually gotten into a lot of trouble when her Mother found out about that. It wasn’t that Mother was worried about her getting hurt, but that she didn’t want anyone to find out she had a daughter that could fight. “It doesn’t look good, Lydia,” she’d said. “You don’t want us to have a reputation for being a bunch of brutes, do you?”
Lydia hadn’t understood that. The guy had been harassing her, he’d gotten what he’d deserved. Any person who tried to bother her tonight would get the same treatment.
But, what if she didn’t hear them coming in time? And what if they tried to do more than take creepy photos? Lydia stepped out of the glow of one of the street-lights, then froze. Her bladder throbbed and urged her to keep walking so she could find a toilet, but the chill up her spine as she entered the shadows made it difficult to move.
‘You live in THE nicest neighborhood in the city,’ Lydia tried to reason with herself in a new way. ‘That means there’s probably less crime, right?’ Or maybe, it meant she was MORE likely to run into a mugger if they knew the people around here had fancy stuff and were more likely to have money with them…
Lydia backed up, getting closer to her building again. She felt better once she was beside it once more. But, her bladder certainly didn’t feel any emptier. It kept thrashing, straining hard against the waistband of her jeans. It was enough to make her bounce on her heels.
‘You’re being ridiculous,’ Lydia thought, frustrated. ‘You’re stronger than this. You can take care of yourself. You run around these streets ALL the time when the sun’s out. There’s NO reason you can’t do it now.’
She took some deep steadying breaths, but they did more to shake and compress her bladder than they did to calm her down. She tightened her thighs together against the harsh pressure assailing her from within. It seemed the more anxious she got about being outside after dark, the worse she needed to pee.
‘There’s stores just a couple blocks from here where you can go, just walk there…’ Lydia told her feet to get moving again, and they did, hesitantly and slowly. Her legs shook, first from fear, and then from the discomfort of carrying her bladder. They snapped together after a few more steps when a spasm hit her bladder and her urethra flared with tension. “Mmmf…” she grunted, squeezing her eyes shut and rubbing her hands against her jeans in agitation.
She felt a lump in one of her pockets, and then felt even sillier.
She had her phone, so she didn’t HAVE to walk the streets alone— Not really, anyway. She’d call someone and talk to them until she found a spot to pee. A mugger would be less likely to go after someone that was clearly talking to another person, right? Wouldn’t want to be overheard… And even if something DID happen, whoever she called would HEAR it and they’d be able to call the cops straight away, wouldn’t they?
Except… Shame twisted in her gut as she thought about it. She was supposed to be able to take care of everything on her own, she always had… She didn’t like the idea of calling somebody and admitting to them she needed to hear another person’s voice as she walked to a store for a pee.
Lydia held the phone in her hand, her finger hovering over the screen with indecision. She walked along, making it a bit further this time, but then she heard buzzing and crackling overhead. The street-lamp above her flickered a couple times before shutting off completely.
Lydia froze, heart thudding so hard that it shook her bladder. She told herself to resume walking, there was ANOTHER light just a few feet away, and she’d feel safe again once she was beneath it. Instead of her legs moving, her urine did, a squirt of pee warming her underwear and she crossed her legs hard to keep any more from leaking out.
No. No. She did NOT just do that— Lydia did NOT just pee her pants a little out of fear. That did NOT happen… She wasn’t so weak, she wasn’t feeble, she—
She unlocked her phone and called Avery’s number. ‘Please pick up…’ she thought, certain that if she just heard another person’s voice for a second she’d be okay.
She heard Avery’s voice a second later, but it didn’t make her feel okay at all.
“Hey, I don’t have my phone right now. Please leave a message…”
Lydia sighed and ended the call. Of course, Avery was probably asleep in a warm bed, because Avery’s uncle didn’t kick him out over years old arguments about vases.
She scrolled through her contacts. She definitely couldn’t call her Mother… Maybe her Father? She didn’t even know what time-zone he was in right now, if he’d be asleep, or too busy working, or—
She called him anyway.
“You’ve reached Andy Montoya. I’m not available at the moment. If you have an inquiry about appearing on my show, please call my—“
Lydia groaned and pressed the end call button again. She wasn’t surprised, and she wasn’t really disappointed either. Her Dad was seldom there when she needed him, that was why she was SUPPOSED to be strong enough to handle everything by herself!
With this thought, she pushed ahead until she was underneath a light again. She expected to feel better now that she could see more clearly, but she didn’t. She was just aware of how far she’d gotten from home, and how the alleyways in-between buildings looked so frightening in the dark.
Lydia saw Pauline’s number next. Pauline just had a flip phone, one that could only accept calls from Lydia and was only meant for emergencies. The crashing of liquid against Lydia’s sphincters told her that THIS was certainly an emergency!
Although, Pauline would DEFINITELY be in bed… Unless, with Lydia not there to tuck her in, their Mother had just forgotten that her younger daughter had a bedtime. It would certainly be a little LESS embarrassing to tell Pauline about her problem. Pauline was too young to judge her for anything even if she wanted to.
She called the number. It rang a few times, then played a generic voicemail message.
Lydia sighed, twisting her legs together and jiggling where she stood. This was SO ridiculous! At this rate, she was going to pee her pants when she knew there were toilets available less than twenty minutes away! She shut her eyes and walked forwards, reasoning that if she couldn’t SEE the darkened streets, they wouldn’t SCARE her as badly.
This lasted until she tripped over something, fell sideways and released a short, two-second burst of urine into her pants. Her eyes flew open, and she found herself sprawled on the sidewalk. She scrambled back to her feet, a hand digging itself between her thighs. The impact of falling down had loosened something inside her body, whatever plug usually worked to seal her bladder closed until she found a bathroom had been knocked free from its position and her pee was pushing so hard against her opening that she felt it trembling and threatening to push out right where she was.
Her hand was the ONLY thing keeping it in as the immense, painful spasm made its torturous way through her. ‘O—Okay, maybe don’t walk with your eyes closed… You’re lucky you didn’t go out into the road like that and get hit by a car.’
She just needed to get a grip— On something OTHER than her crotch, which she still couldn’t bring herself to let go of. She was shuddering with the need now, and THAT made her shudder even more with fear. She was sure she looked incredibly vulnerable at the moment, an easy target for a mugger…
She used the hand NOT crammed between her legs to scroll more through her phone. She had the number of Avery’s uncle Brad, but… Did she really want to ask an older man for this kind of help? And, they weren’t related, wouldn’t he be annoyed if she called him in the middle of the night?
He probably wouldn’t pick up, either…
She gave it a try anyway.
Brad answered on the second ring. “Hello?”
Now that Lydia finally had someone on the line, she wasn’t sure what to say. She fell silent, trying to remember how to speak.
“Hello?” Brad repeated. “Anyone there?”
Lydia still couldn’t talk. This was a stupid thing to do. She should have just kept going. She should have been strong enough…
“If no one’s there, I’m going to—“
A sob bubbled in Lydia’s throat and hitched out audibly before she could stop it.
“Oh, gosh… Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
The concern in Brad’s voice made Lydia’s chest twist more. It was something she’d very rarely heard from her own Father, only when he was actually home to see she was upset— So, hardly ever. “I— I—Is this Avery’s uncle…?” she asked, feeling stupid.
“Yes, is this his friend Lydia?”
“Yeah…” Lydia sniffled.
“Are you alright? What’s the matter? Do you need me to come get you?”
And that stunned Lydia, that he’d so willingly leave his apartment when she was sure he was getting ready for bed, and come get her… “N—No, I just— I need to be talking to someone right now.”
“What about? What’s going on?”
Lydia started to walk again, her legs were still trembling and it was difficult to put one foot in front of the other, but now that was PURELY because of her desperation. She no longer felt as terrified.
“I’m… I’m walking alone, and I know it’s stupid, but I’m scared because it’s night…” Lydia confessed. “I have to—“ she cut herself off. She’d been about to say that she needed to pee, but that still felt too embarrassing. “I have to have somebody to talk to…”
“I’ll stay here until you get to wherever you’re going,” Brad said. “Why are you out so late? You have school tomorrow, don’t you?”
Lydia’s clumsy footing managed to draw out another jet of liquid, and she squeezed herself even tighter. Her fingers dug harshly against the material of her jeans, she could feel a damp spot had formed on them already. “I— My—“ She wondered if it would be easier to say her Mom had kicked her out for the night if her Mom was just a regular woman— If her Mom wasn’t Sasha Montoya, the gorgeous former super model and wife of famed talk show star Andy Montoya.
Brad probably saw the airbrushed spreads of Lydia’s family in magazines, the hokey holiday specials her Dad did for his show, the scripted interviews… And thought they were all real. Same as everybody else did. If Lydia ever told the truth about how they got along, she wouldn’t be venting about arguments with her Mother, she’d be airing the dirty laundry of celebrities. Telling just one person could lead to it reaching the tabloids, and then she’d be in so much trouble if it affected their reputation.
She decided she’d fudge some of the details. “It’s— Oh, it’s silly, I’m… Forgetful. My Dad’s off shooting something, my Mom’s out of town for an interview. Pauline’s spending the night with a friend, and the staff all went home for the day… And when I went out earlier to— Um… To check the mail, I forgot my key so I can’t get in my apartment!”
“… So, you’re locked out for the night?” Brad asked, sounding deeply concerned. The same concern Lydia wished she could hear from her Father more often… “I’ll come get you, you’re not spending the night outside. Where are you right now?”
That sounded so nice, but would Mother be angry in the morning if she opened the door and Lydia wasn’t laying on the ground where she’d left her? What if it caused ANOTHER argument and she wound up kicked out for a second night?
“Ummmm… M—Maybe, but— I…” Jeez, walking wasn’t easy right now at all! Lydia felt entirely too weighted down— And she sometimes walked with ankle weights strapped on! Her bladder felt twenty times heavier than those ever did, and it was a challenge to take steps that were wide enough for her to make progress, yet narrow enough that they didn’t draw out any more leaks. “I really, really have to use the bathroom…”
“Good news, I’ve got one of those!” Brad said.
Lydia fought against a laugh that would have surely left her bursting apart at the seams. “Er— I know, but… I have to go really bad, and… I can’t wait until I’m at your apartment,” she admitted. “That’s—- That’s why I called, I’m trying to get somewhere with a bathroom, and I was getting freaked out.”
“Oh… Are you close to somewhere?”
“Al—Almost out of my neighborhood, in about ten minutes” Lydia said. “So, I’ll be near stores soon. I— Ah—!” Lydia gasped as she stumbled over a curb, so focused on the conversation that she hadn’t been looking out for it. She didn’t fall over again, but the jolt to her bladder was catastrophic. She didn’t leak or spurt, she PEED continuously for about five seconds before she regained control over the situation, the hand still clutching her groin growing moist and warm. “Nnnnhhh!”
“Lydia?”
“I— I tripped,” Lydia said. “I’m okay, just…” Fuck, it had actually felt sort of GOOD to wet her pants for those few seconds. Well, maybe not the actual ‘wetting her pants’ part of it, but the actual release of her urine had been such an extreme relief to her tired, exhausted sphincters and she wanted to—She froze and squeezed her whole body tight. Don’t think about it. Don’t move. Don’t—
“It’s… You’re… Having an emergency, aren’t you?” Brad asked.
“Y—Yes,” Lydia said. “I haven’t gone since before I left school today…”
“Uh…” Lydia could hear the awkward hesitation in Brad’s voice. “Okay… Well, if I tell you about something, can you promise you won’t let Avery know I brought this up?”
“Mmf, okay…” Lydia’s breath was coming sharp and fast, like she’d just run herself to exhaustion even though she’d barely crawled along about one block. She shifted back and forth, rocking against the palm straining into her crotch.
“I… I took Avery to see his first Broadway show a bit ago,” Brad said. “Bud had a ton of soda, and when it let out I could tell he was— Well, he was feeling like you are now, I bet. Men’s room was closed for cleaning, so I figured we’d find him a place on the way back, but before we could do that… He… It would have been cruel to make him keep waiting, and it was really late and dark, so I told him ‘Nobody’s gonna see if you go in the alley.’”
A second later, Lydia understood why he was telling her this. But, SHE couldn’t do that. Avery had had Brad PHYSICALLY there beside him to keep him safe, Lydia would be going into a dark alleyway all by herself. Avery had that stand to pee thingy so he wouldn’t have to pull his pants down all the way and crouch, Lydia WOULD have to do that. Avery could actually AIM his stream with the stand to pee thingy, Lydia wouldn’t have as much control over where it went.
The one time Lydia had successfully relieved herself outdoors, she’d needed to hold ONTO Avery so she’d stay in the right position and not just go all over herself. She wouldn’t have someone to grasp onto this time, and she didn’t think there would be anything INSIDE the alleyway she could use as a substitute.
“I can’t do that…” Lydia said. “I’m not good at… At peeing outside. I only did it a couple times on a field trip… And, I don’t wanna go down an alley alone…” she confessed. That final statement dragged a lot of her pride out of her body along with it. She wasn’t supposed to be afraid of things.
“How far are you from a restroom?”
“I don’t know, if I could walk better I could be by the stores in five minutes, but I— I can barely move…” Lydia said, voice tinged with humiliation. This was her own fault. If she hadn’t spent so long waffling around and being scared of nothing, she could have reached a bathroom before her need got so critical!
“You say you’re still in your neighborhood? Could you maybe try and ask someone to—“
“Th—The lights in the apartments I can see are off, I think most people are asleep, and— And there’s no way I can go up stairs right now to get to them, anyway.” Lydia shuddered. This was starting to scare her more than the dark had. She was athletic as Hell, she could run fast, lift very heavy weights, jog up and down stairs without getting tired… How in the world could a simple need for the toilet render her incapable of even just DRAGGING her feet down a sidewalk?!
“I’m really sorry Lydia… Try and go in between some buildings, alright? I think that’s your best option… What street are you on? I’ll come get you now. Try to hold it until I’m there? I’ll keep my phone on while I drive, too.”
Lydia named the street, but she knew the odds of her waiting for Brad to arrive were next to zero. There wasn’t much traffic on the street SHE was on right now, but this was New York City, no way in Hell would Brad NOT get stuck in some kind of jam between his apartment and here.
And even if Lydia somehow lasted long enough for him to get here, then she’d have to get into his car, hold it in until he drove her to a place with a restroom, get out of the car, run in, pull down her pants, sit on the toilet…
There was no way. She was now continuously letting go little drops into her underwear. She could clench and make them come out more slowly, but she couldn’t stop them. Her bladder was out of space, and it was all her fault for standing in the dark and shivering like a scared child for so long.
Her options were now to either run out the clock on her bladder and completely drench herself, or try to pee in the alley. Option one would mean no dark, scary alleyway, no struggling to figure out how to squat without pissing all over herself anyway, and no fear of someone spontaneously appearing and catching her in that position. But, it would mean soaked pants and total humiliation.
Option two would mean no ruined clothes, no smell of urine clinging to her, slightly less embarrassment. But, it would mean going into a place that, despite her best efforts, terrified her.
Her legs shuddered and threatened to give out and drop her into a puddle on the concrete. She could feel the warmth of another long leak in her panties. Her bladder was splitting itself apart, and the pressure was beyond painful.
She was going to try and use the alley, she was going to at least TRY…
She made herself enter the narrow passageway between two buildings, but did not venture very deep into it, she was at the very edge of the sidewalk, the street lights still casting a glow on her position. This made it more likely someone would see if they walked by, but the shadows twisting deeper into the alleyway were much too scary.
Her hand dislodged itself from between her thighs for the first time in ages, and the huge lump of piss in her bladder, straining in an agonizing bump beneath her navel, surged. It cramped and her hands went BACK between her legs, squeezing and grappling and fighting against the ocean inside her. “Nnnnghhh…” she grunted. She had to—She had to get her pants down— Just— As soon as they were down, it would be OVER, but she couldn’t move her hands, and—
She twisted and squirmed, fighting as hard as she could against the monumental humiliation of wetting herself. Even with all her clutching and fidgeting and thrashing, she leaked a thick, steady stream that didn’t even come close to relieving the pressure locked away within her. The next surge of warmth had her squeezing and contorting even more viciously, but it didn’t help her regain control. She could no longer control anything as she writhed and moaned. “Please— Please, just— Let me—“
She was spurting in torrents down her legs, her desperate brain unable to comprehend anything other than the overwhelming relief she’d be able to feel if she could only move her hands and shove her pants down.
She managed to move one hand, she grappled and failed to work the fly on her jeans, her fingers just clutched uselessly onto the zipper. As she kept trying, she leaked in heavier and heavier gushes, urine pouring past the fabric barrier and splashing against the hard concrete at her feet.
Violent spasms shook her obliterated holding muscles, wave after wave pouring out of her, pissing a flood onto the ground. Tears ran down her face, she’d been… If she’d just been able to…. If…
This was all her own fault.
If she’d just walked straight from her apartment to a store without pacing around and feeling scared, she would have made it. If she’d used the alleyway as soon as Brad suggested it instead of letting fear make the decision for her, she would have made it.
It was her fault she’d peed her pants. Hers and hers alone.
She was a weak, sniveling little cry baby that couldn’t take care of herself like she was supposed to.
She pissed and pissed and pissed until the awful weight in her middle had drained away completely. When her bladder was at last flat and empty, her legs gave out and she fell into the enormous puddle she’d created. Not that it mattered. She was already drenched.
She pulled her knees up to her chest and just… Cried. Until she heard a muffled noise from her pocket.
Brad had said he was going to leave his phone on while he drove to get her… He’d probably heard all of that. He’d heard her fighting with her clothes. He’d heard her peeing herself. He’d heard her crying…
She picked up the phone, her breath hitching as she didn’t know what she could say for herself now.
“Lydia,” Brad said. “I’m… I’ll be there in ten minutes, I think. Are you okay?”
“N—No…” Lydia choked out. “I— I—“ her breath shuddered.
“Lydia…”
“I— I tried to— I couldn’t wait anymore, I tried to go in the alley like you said… I couldn’t get my zipper to go down, I—“
“Did you not make it?”
“I didn’t… I— I— All because I was scared— If I hadn’t been scared, I would have—“
“Lydia, it’s okay…” Brad tried to soothe her. “I’ll pick you up, I’ll give you something else to wear… This can be our little secret, I promise.”
Lydia couldn’t stop crying.
“Hey… How about— Um… Here’s another thing I don’t want you telling Avery about,” Brad said. “You know I’m a lawyer, right?”
“Y—Yeah…”
“Well, if I have a big case, I’m really busy… Last month, I had one like that, I was in the courtroom for so long, and since I was talking I kept needing to take sips of water. And this day my throat was super sore, so I was drinking more than usual. And, it’s not like on TV, I can’t just call for a recess whenever I want and then get to leave. So, I had to just hold all that in, and I couldn’t let myself squirm or anything even though I really wanted to, because that would make me look nervous and the other side would have jumped all over that.
“And another thing they don’t really show on TV is, when there IS a recess, it’s not really like a ‘break’. I still have work to do, I have to talk with my client, or there might be something I need to read over again… If there’s no chance to pee between all that, I just don’t get to pee.
“So, I held it for HOURS, and I was DYING. But, I made it until we were finished for the day, and I was SO relieved because I thought I was FINALLY gonna get to use the restroom. But, the toilets were on a different floor, and when I was trying to get up the stairs, I just— My body couldn’t handle all that moving around, before I knew it, I was having an accident right there in the stairwell. Just… Peeing my suit on the first day of a really important trial. I’d never been more embarrassed…”
“Did anyone s—see?” Lydia asked through her tears.
“Yes,” Brad said. “It wasn’t like I had spare pants to change into, so I had to go back downstairs and out the building still wearing the ruined ones. I saw more than one person staring at me, and I knew they could probably guess why I was wet. I was just glad I’d driven the car that day, I wouldn’t have to worry about everyone seeing as I rode the subway. It… These things happen sometimes, to everybody. Try not to beat yourself up over it too much.”
Lydia sniffled hard. “A—Are you almost here?” she asked. Her pants felt cold and clammy now, clinging stickily to her thighs. She wanted to change…
“Nearly,” Brad said. “Avery is probably still asleep back home, but I doubt he’d mind if you change into something of his when we get there.” |
Like the last few stories I've posted, this was originally written using characters from a non-kink book I've written (The same one that the characters in my fics "STP" and "Appearances"are from). So, name-changes were made and the setting was kept vague to keep it from being recognizable, I hope the vagueness does not distract from the desperation content.
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Martha wished that every aspect of her present circumstance could be just slightly different. She wished that the first time her girlfriend Lana saw her in the nude, it was because they were finally taking their relationship to the next level. But, instead the first time Lana saw Martha naked, it was because Lana needed somebody to pose for her figure-drawing assignment.
So, there Martha was, sitting naked on a plush chair with her girlfriend just a few feet away… And all she could do was sit there and stay still. And all Lana could do was sit there and sketch. No touching, no seductive poses, no nothing.
After all the time Martha had spent picturing the first time she’d disrobe for Lana, this felt startlingly anticlimactic.
Martha was also dissatisfied with her current seat. The chair wasn’t uncomfortable, the cushion was nice and soft, the back not too stiff, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that it wasn’t a toilet.
Martha had been so focused on how Lana would react to seeing her in the nude that she hadn’t paid a moment’s consideration to all the water she’d had to drink earlier in the day. Every drop of that liquid was now shrieking to come out, and she wished that the soft chair she was sitting on was a toilet seat instead.
“Martha,” Lana said. “I know it’s hard, but I need you to stay still, okay?”
Martha hadn’t realized her limbs had begun to twitch. But, they had. Her legs were spasming ever so slightly, and with as hyper-focused as Lana was on her body, (For frustratingly wrong reasons!) no squirm could go unnoticed.
It had taken forever for Lana to get her into the pose she wanted, constantly correcting her; “No, this foot needs to be in front! Put your hand over your stomach like this!” And, if Martha asked for a break, they’d have to start it all over again. Lana was already worried about getting this assignment done in time, making her redo it all from scratch would be awful.
So, Martha found herself in a deeply unpleasant situation. She was naked, but Lana wasn’t doing anything noteworthy about it. She had to pee like crazy, but she could neither go to the toilet nor fidget to help stave off the urge. Nor could she admit her current plight to Lana. Even if this wasn’t how she’d wanted it to be, being nude before her girlfriend was still such an immensely intimate experience; informing her that she needed to pee really badly would kill what little mood there was.
Holding it was the only option.
And, Martha really, really had to hold it! The chair she was on was quite fancy, and probably really expensive. If liquid spilled onto it, especially a massive quantity of that specific liquid, the chair would be ruined. And, since Martha didn’t even have her underwear on, any drop she let slip would go directly onto the chair, she couldn’t allow herself even the smallest leak.
Lana would surely be upset if Martha messed up her assignment, and she would be even angrier if Martha soiled the chair. Lana could even leave her for it. And then, Martha would be all alone. She’d have no one. Abandoned. All because she couldn’t hold her bladder.
Martha told herself this was good practice. When she finally got her big break and made it to Broadway, she’d probably have to sit in make-up chairs for hours and hours, and wouldn’t be getting any pee breaks then. This would just get her more used to waiting it out. Yeah. This was a good thing.
“Martha, are you alright?” Lana asked, and her eyes were so filled with concern that it made Martha want to admit to her problem. “Your face is all pink,” she added. “Don’t be embarrassed, this is just art.”
Martha had to fight to keep her expression from changing into a sour, downcast one. Just art, Lana had said. So, she wasn’t interested in Martha’s body at all! It was just a tool to complete her assignment, nothing more. What was it Lana didn’t like? Were Martha’s breasts too small? She’d always thought they were, she’d never even managed to get any larger than an A-cup. Lana was probably disappointed by them.
Or… Or should Martha have shaved down there? Was the hair grossing Lana out? Martha had always just been too scared to shave. When she shaved her legs, she usually ended up cutting herself, and she definitely didn’t want a cut THERE of all places. But, maybe she should have shaved anyway?
Her fretting was interrupted by a wild, frenzied pulse from her bladder. She clutched onto the chair’s cushion with the hand Lana hadn’t instructed her to keep over her stomach. It was all she could do to ease the tension, and it didn’t even work. Her bladder thrashed angrily, more uncontainable by the second.
Then, she felt it; A quick burst of liquid sprayed from between her thighs, she heard the feint sound of it striking the cushion below her. Without thinking, she snapped her legs together.
“Martha!” Lana whined. “Put your legs back how they were! I almost had them drawn perfect!”
Martha allowed herself to squeeze her thighs and rub her ankles together a few seconds longer, before gradually inching her legs back outwards. “A—Are you nearly done?”
“I need to finish your legs, and your chest,” Lana informed. “Should be about half an hour more? Sorry, I know it’s really hard to stay still for so long.”
Lana didn’t know the half of it… “Sssoo, my chest, then?” Martha repeated nervously. “Wanted to save the best for last?” Jesus, where had THAT come from? She’d never been so bold with Lana before.
“Heh, yeah,” Lana agreed. “I’ll… Have to take my time there, for sure!”
Martha felt relieved that Lana had flirted back with her, but not as relieved as she would have felt if Lana had said she was finished.
Martha concentrated very, very hard on not moving. But, trills of desperation wracked through her body with each second. She felt another quick pulse of liquid trickle from her, and cringed. She bore down hard on her pelvic muscles to make it stop, but it just wasn’t enough. She managed to slow her flow, but it was still coming.
Lana had said she only had Martha’s legs and chest left to worry about, so she was done with her arms and hands then, right? Without giving any more thought to what Lana would think, or how it would mess up Lana’s view of her chest, Martha’s hands dove between her thighs and she cupped herself. Liquid dribbled into her clenched palms for a few more seconds and then, blessedly, it ceased.
“Martha!” Lana cried. “I can’t draw your chest if your arms are in th— Oh.”
Martha felt her face flame, “S—Sorry, I’ll put them back. I’m sorry!”
“Martha, do you… Um… Do you have to ‘go’?”
There was no sense in denying it at this point, so Martha just nodded.
“You should have said something!” Lana exclaimed. “You must be so uncomfortable!”
“I didn’t… I didn’t want you to have to start all over,” Martha said, struggling to get the words out around the weight inside of her.
“I won’t have to start all over,” Lana said. “You can pee, then come back, get in the position again, and I can finish the drawing. It will only add a little extra work. No big deal.”
Martha immediately bolted to her feet once the permission was given, only to learn what a terrible idea that really was. Having spent so much time sitting down and forcing her body to be still, her legs had fallen asleep and needed time to adjust to moving around again. She nearly lost her footing and fell over, an act that surely would have resulted in all of her liquid pooling on the floor around her. She was able to keep herself upright, but squealed as a long jet of urine sprayed down her legs.
“Martha, are you—“
“Sorry, sorry!” Martha kept repeating.
“It’s… Okay…” Lana said. This was a weird thing to watch happen, but Martha evidently needed her help. She walked over to Martha and rested a hand on the small of her back.
Martha cringed. She was naked, and now Lana was touching her; But, only to help her get to the toilet on time like an older sibling directing a three year old. Martha didn’t know how this could get worse; The only way she could possibly make herself less attractive to Lana at this point would be to lose control of her bladder completely and drench her legs in urine.
Lana said nothing as she helped Martha hobble the short distance to the restroom. Martha wasn’t sure if her silence made the situation better or worse. Any spoken words would serve to make the awkwardness build, but this total lack of communication made it impossible for Martha to know what Lana thought of her now.
At last, they reached the door to the room Martha needed to visit so urgently. She dashed in, and was grateful for two things; The lid on the toilet was already up, and she didn’t have any clothing she needed to pull down. She could just fling herself onto the toilet right away, no wasting precious seconds fumbling with anything else.
Martha’s urethra was already gushing before she’d managed to sit down all the way, and she was sure she’d sprayed on the seat a little bit. But, she couldn’t bring herself to care in that moment. Her entire body went slack with the realization that she didn’t have to fight anymore, she could finally give in and let nature take its course. Her legs and spine tingled as wave after wave pulsed forth in an intensely powerful hiss.
Lana started to back out of the doorway now that Martha was okay, but did so a bit slower than was necessary. For a long time, Lana had heard guys claim that they hated knowing that their girlfriends peed. Some had walked in on them midstream, and had said it was something they wished they could unsee. But now, Lana wasn’t sure what was so terrible about it. Martha’s head was tipped back, her eyes shut and her mouth drooping open ever so slightly. Her butt was not the most shapely that Lana had ever seen, but the way she sat now pushed it up and made it spill over the sides of the toilet seat. She looked weirdly cute. She looked like she could stay that way forever, enjoying the pleasure of emptying her bladder.
After well over a minute, Martha was finally drained and joined Lana in the hallway. She felt very ashamed of herself, messing up Lana’s schedule, getting pee on both the chair and the floor, and then forcing Lana to drag her to the restroom… “Lana, I am so, so…” She trailed off, uncertain of how to finish. Sorry? Embarrassed? Pathetic? Disgusting? “…Dumped,” Martha concluded.
“Huh?” Lana asked. “You… Think I’m gonna dump you because you... had to PEE?”
“The chair,” Martha said. “It—“
“Can be cleaned. Same as the floor,” Lana said. “Relax. This isn’t a big deal.”
“Promise?”
“Of course,” Lana said. “I should have planned for this, should have told you that if you needed to get up for some reason, it would be okay. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Martha said. “Let’s just finish your drawing. I think I’ll be able to hold the pose a little better now.”
“That’s good. I just have to finish your chest; Save the best for last, right?”
“Heh…” Martha managed a small half-smile.
“And, after I’ve finished,” Lana said. “I mean, if you’re ready and all, I’d like to get a bit more acquainted with your chest.”
Maybe Martha wasn’t dumped after all. |
Martha loved going to renaissance faires. She loved to act, and they gave her such a wonderful opportunity to perform.
She was just really starting to second guess her choice of costume.
She was wearing a huge purple gown with a long, wide hoop skirt that billowed out around her and went all the way down to her feet. She had been hoping to look like a princess, and according to Lana, she did. It had taken a while to put the costume on, and Lana had needed to assist her a couple times, but now that she was fully dressed, she was positive that she was gorgeous.
But, when picking out such an elaborate costume, she’d failed to consider what would happen when she inevitably needed to pee. Like she did now. She knew it would take several minutes to get her clothing adjusted in a way that allowed her to urinate into a toilet, and that doing so would require a great deal of space, and probably help from Lana, too.
But, the only toilets at this particular faire were portaloos. Two people couldn’t cram into one of those things together. Martha doubted she could even fit into one by herself while in this costume. And, if she tried to wrestle her way out of it in there, she could fall over, or a part of the costume could even dip into the filthy toilet. It was just impossible.
The one upside was that no one who looked at her would be able to tell her tightly crossed her legs were, the skirt concealed that perfectly. But, since it was the whole reason she was being forced to hold it in to begin with, she couldn’t feel very grateful for that. Especially not when she realized the protruding hoops got in the way of her cupping herself when particularly strong spasms assailed her midsection.
The worst part, however, was the fact that she knew Lydia and Avery were here today as well. Lydia was Martha’s ex-best friend, they’d had an enormous fight over a year ago and Martha had done some pretty awful things to Lydia in a misguided effort to avoid losing her, succeeding only in pushing her further away instead. Martha had said she was sorry several times, but they were never again on good terms. It had taken Martha a long time to realize that while she DID owe Lydia an apology, Lydia did NOT owe her forgiveness. They now didn’t speak to each other, and Lydia treated her with nothing but coldness.
Martha had accepted that, after the things she’d said and done to Lydia during their big blow-up of a feud, the coldness was what she’d earned. But, that didn’t make it hurt less to see Lydia and remember all the time they’d spent together and how she’d never get to experience it again. When she spotted Lydia laughing with Avery, and recalled how not too long ago it was HER whom Lydia would be having fun with, her heart twisted and her chest ached.
When she’d first spotted Lydia and Avery in one of the shop stalls that had been set up, Martha had gripped Lana’s shoulder and quickly hurried in the opposite direction. But, they just seemed to keep turning up at the same places at the same time. As Martha’s bladder filled and grew more and more uncomfortable, she’d also had to put in extra effort to hide from her former friend.
Now, she could barely focus on keeping an eye out for Lydia, though. As Lana browsed through a selection of scarves in a shop, Martha jumped on the balls of her feet, crossed and uncrossed her legs, and overall just did the best pee-dance she could manage while under the cover of her annoyingly huge skirt. She wished she could cup herself, wished she could rip the skirt and the wire, hooped skeleton it was attached to from her body and launch herself onto the closest toilet. Even the knowledge that no one could see her twisting, spasming legs was not enough to keep her from feeling embarrassed. She couldn’t believe she was so close to having an accident in public.
She knew, if she had an accident, she wouldn’t be able to hide that. True, it would just all pool beneath her legs, the wiring pushing out the material of the skirt would keep it away from the line of fire. But, it would still make a sound. Her pees tended to be pretty noisy; especially if she’d been holding it for too long like she had today. Her urine would come out with extreme amounts of force, resulting in a startlingly penetrating hiss. Once, when she’d been sleeping over with Lana, she’d woken up in the middle of the night to pee, and when she’d gotten back, Lana was wide awake and asking if it had begun to rain outside.
Martha’s embarrassment that time had been palpable, but it would have nothing on how she’d feel if she gushed out a puddle right here, right now. “Um… Lana?” Martha said timidly.
“Hm?” Lana draped a scarf over her neck. “What do you think of—“
“I have to use the restroom…”
“Oh, that’s alright. The closest ones are—“
“My costume, though,” Martha said.
Lana removed the scarf, put it back on the rack. “Oh, right… Um… Not really sure what to do there…”
Martha whimpered, jiggled in place. “It’s kind of an emergency…”
Lana thought for a moment that Martha really ought to have spoken up before it had gotten so urgent, but knew scolding her wouldn’t help. “Um… Maybe we can find someone else in a similar costume and ask them what they did about it?”
Martha covered her face. “Ughhh, I don’t wanna do that!” She couldn’t even imagine it; Asking a stranger for help peeing!
“I know it would be embarrassing, but I mean— I don’t know how to get you out of that thing while squished into a portaloo, so we have to ask someone else, don’t we?”
They left the shop and began walking down a trail… And directly into Lydia and Avery. Lydia was carrying an accordion she’d bought from one of the shops, and Martha fought down the memories of all the other ridiculous items Lydia had impulsively bought over the years they’d still been friends.
“Oh…” Martha said nervously. “It’s… You…”
Martha tried not to look at Lydia, but when her gaze fell on Avery her bladder began to seize and shudder. It was clear that Avery was enduring the same plight that she was. His legs were twisting against one another, ankles rubbing together. Since he wasn’t wearing a costume that concealed his legs, his pee-dance was extremely obvious. But, the upside for Avery not wearing a costume that was anything like Martha’s was that even if he couldn’t hide his fidgeting, his clothing was not restricting his access to relief.
Lucky bastard.
Lydia raised a hand a little awkwardly, “Yeah… Hey…” she said quietly.
After that, they all just fell silent. The tension between them was heavy enough it ought to have created a visible cloud of fog.
Finally, Avery broke the silence; “I—I’m sorry,” he said. “Have either of you seen a restroom anywhere? Sorry— I’m… I’m really bursting…”
That broke the tension a little bit as Lydia and Lana both laughed.
“Yeah,” Lydia said. “He’s been telling me he’s got to pee for the past two hours—“
“Two and a half!” Avery whined. “And, you kept telling me 'in a minute', but I don’t have any more minutes left, so—“
“And, I’ve been trying to find you a restroom,” Lydia interrupted. “I promise, I have. I just can’t find one.“
“Well, then it’s your fault if I get a bladder infection!” Avery said.
Lana giggled, still smiling. It was obvious Avery did not like the level of amusement she clearly found in his suffering, but she couldn’t help it. He looked like he was trying to do an Irish river dance while slightly intoxicated. Jumping from foot to foot over and over and occasionally getting tangled up on his own legs.
She did know how to get to the nearest portaloos though. She could show him the way… But, she probably shouldn’t bring Martha. Lana knew it would be cruel to take Avery to pee before she’d figured out a way to help Martha relieve herself too. “I know where the toilets are,” she said. “I can take you, if you wa—“
“Oh, thank you so much,” Avery said.
“You guys wait here, we’ll be back in a bit,” Lana said to Lydia and Martha. She started off down a path, Avery entering a fumbly, hobbling jog beside her.
And then, Martha was alone. With Lydia.
Neither of them said anything for a few minutes. Martha just kept rocking back and forth, each hand holding the opposite arm in a vice grip, and her breaths coming out in choppy, panicked gasps. Urine was beading down her legs at an alarming rate, her bladder was dying and was now constantly issuing tiny dribbles of warmth as her kidneys continued pumping away. She was full and overflowing, and the last thing she wanted was to have an accident in front of Lydia. Please. No. Not Lydia. She’d even rather do it in front of Lana. At least, she knew Lana would comfort her afterwards. But Lydia… Lydia had been an ice queen towards her since their fight, and the best Martha could hope for was that Lydia just wouldn’t say anything at all.
Martha kept up her rocking, it was the only thing keeping the tide at bay. The only thing that—
“Do you have to go too?” Lydia asked suddenly.
“What?”
“Because you should have just gone with them.”
Martha scowled and looked away. “I don’t need your advice, Lydia.”
“Well, okay,” Lydia shrugged. “Be that way. If you want to wet yourself that’s not my problem.”
Martha squeezed her thighs tight as the dribbles picked up in pace. Lydia’s prediction was quickly coming true. “I wanted to go with them,” she said. “I really did, but…” she gestured at her skirt. “This thing’s in the way.”
Lydia finally turned her body to fully face Martha. “…Oh. Yeah. It does look a little complicated…”
“I should have worn something else… It’s dumb anyway. I’m too old to play princess.”
“No. It… It looks good on you… I mean, it’s not my style. But, on you it’s… Fine.”
Martha tapped her feet, began practically stomping them. “How did anybody ever pee during the actual renaissance!?” she demanded angrily.
“Oh,” Lydia said. “I think I— I remember reading something this one time. Like, when women wore gowns like that, they’d literally just spread their legs overtop of something and just… Go. And, I don’t think they wore underpants back then, or at least not anything like what we have today, and the skirts were so wide nothing would—“
“Lydia, stop talking. You’re making it worse.”
“I’m just saying, you could maybe go in the grass somewhere that’s less crowded. Nobody’d even be able to tell so long as you just stood really still and didn’t make a funny face.”
“Somebody could still hear it,” Martha pointed out.
Lydia frowned, then looked down to the accordion she held. “Not if there’s something to cover up the noise!”
“Do you even know how to play that thing?”
“No, I just got it,” Lydia said. “But, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t have to be a nice sound, just a sound.”
“Would you actually be willing to help me?” Martha asked. She thought, in the back of her mind, that Lydia was just taunting her. Offering her a chance for relief before cruelly taking it back away.
“Yeah,” Lydia said. “Just because we aren’t friends anymore, that doesn’t mean I think you deserve to have an accident in public.”
“O—Okay,” Martha said. And with that, the two ducked into a bit of the brush that flanked the trails.
“Do you have um… Anything on that you need to take off first?” Lydia asked, hoping that Martha could manage that herself.
Martha’s face flushed. “Um, no…” she admitted. “It’s… A very accurate costume.”
“Eheh… Okay, then…” Lydia began to play her accordion. Though ‘play’ was perhaps not the best word. It was more like she was torturing it, and the anguished wails that sounded from its body were a testament to that.
Martha cringed at the awful sound, but spread her legs as far apart from one another as she could. Now that nothing was in the way and attempting to obstruct the flow, the dribbly spurts she’d been unable to control for the past several minutes instantly gave way to a torrential downpour.
She was at last relieving herself with typical gusto, and even the decibels of her infamous hiss didn’t manage to overpower the sound of Lydia’s horrid attempts to produce something that could be considered music. Panicked, she looked down at herself, but no portion of her skirt was darkening, no part of her outfit felt damp. In fact, there was no visible sign that she was peeing at all. The skirt went all the way to the ground, and none of the liquid now spattering the grass between her legs could be seen. She could somewhat feel a few wayward drops flicking against the sides of her feet, but other than that, she could reasonably say that she’d made it; She hadn’t had an accident after all.
Remembering what Lydia had said, she concentrated really hard on keeping her expression nonplussed. But, it was really hard to do. The sensation of release after so much time of agonizing restraint was making her almost lightheaded. She bit the inside of her cheek as she tried not to sigh or moan. She fought very hard to keep her eyes open as her torrent gushed on and on and on.
She pushed harder, making her stream increase in intensity and speed. As good as this felt, she wanted to finish up before Lana and Avery got back and wondered where she’d gone. And, truth be told, she wanted to put a stop to Lydia’s abysmal accordion skills before they gave her the biggest migraine in history.
When her gushing waterfall came at last to a stop, and she was no longer burdened by her bladder, Martha realized she didn’t have anything to wipe off with. But, deciding a little bit of dampness between her legs was better than a full-blown accident, she just took a step back from the puddle she’d made and told Lydia she’d finished.
Lydia ceased her infernal racket, and then Martha actually did exhale a well overdue sigh of relief. “Um… Thank you,” she told Lydia.
“You’re welcome. And, if you were worried, I won’t tell anybody about this. I promise."
Martha knew there was a reason they’d been friends once. |
Martha took costume shopping extremely seriously. Extremely. Seriously. And it showed; Whenever Martha dressed up, she looked absolutely stunning. She went all out. One year when attending a faire, she’d dressed as an elf, complete with pointed prosthetics over her ears that blended seamlessly with her own flesh and looked completely real. When she wanted to dress as a hideous witch, she somehow managed to change what Lana saw as a beautiful face, perfectly clear skin and altogether gorgeous body into a lumpy, monstrous form like something from a nightmare; Covered in boils, warts and pustules from head to toe.
When Martha was in costume, she truly did transform.
Lana did enjoy seeing the new ways Martha concealed herself and tried on new skin like a chameleon, until today; This would be the first Halloween the two dressed up in a couples’ costume. Lana had been excited about the idea at first, only to discover exactly how seriously Martha took this whole thing. They’d been to dozens of stores already, none of which had been up to Martha’s implausibly high standards. Lana had tried on what felt like hundreds of garments, but Martha found a flaw in every piece of material they came across.
Lana didn’t usually like shopping to begin with, unless it was for art supplies, but this was by far one of her worst experiences with it to-date. Not only was it exhausting to try on pile after pile of clothing, but Lana’s bladder had been angrily needling at her for at least two hours now.
It certainly didn’t help that the stalls in the changing rooms were all painfully similar to the stalls in a restroom. The visuals seemed to be confusing her bladder, because every time she stepped into one of the changing stalls, it spasmed and tried to loosen itself, and she’d need to squeeze her legs tight to keep any spillage at bay.
She’d made a few attempts to head in the direction of a toilet whenever she’d managed to spot the signage for one, but Martha seemed to be totally oblivious to her need and always managed to tug her off in a different direction.
Obviously, she should have just told Martha that she needed to pee, but for most of the day she’d just felt too embarrassed. Then, when her need passed from ‘urgent-but-manageable’ to ‘extreme-emergency’, it was close to time for the mall they were at to close and they still hadn’t found appropriate costumes. There wasn’t time to backtrack all the way to a restroom, pee, and then resume the search.
Martha picked out several matching costumes and handed them to Lana, whom hobbled into one of the changing rooms to start trying them on. Over the last several hours, she’d discovered that getting undressed and re-dressed over and over again while really, really needing a toilet was the exact antithesis of a good time. Having to bend down and stretch out would compress her bladder, and she’d have to clench her muscles extra tight to avoid leaking. But, the worst part was always unzipping and pulling her pants down.
After years and years of those actions being the precursor to sitting down on a toilet and letting it flow, her bladder grew more and more confused each time she did this and then didn’t allow it to release a few seconds afterward. Every time she registered the sound of her zipper parting, her muscles would loosen themselves and she’d have to cross her legs and bend over slightly to keep her need in check.
Another thing that didn’t help was that a lot of the costumes Martha had been grabbing were skin-tight. Ordinarily, Lana would be happy that Martha wanted to see her in something that showed off her body so well, but in her current circumstance the material would cling too much to her bladder. A few times when she’d looked into the mirror, she’d actually seen a bit of a bump protruding in her center. She didn’t think she’d ever needed to pee so badly that it had left her looking swollen.
Some of the costumes were also complicated to put on and take off. Like the dragon costume she was putting on now. Not only did it consist of a skin-tight, scaly suit, it also zipped up the back, requiring her to bend in an unusual way that made her abdomen feel like it was going to rip wide open. She bit her lip and hissed through her teeth as she finally pulled the zipper up all the way.
She looked herself over. All things considered, she did like what she saw. If her bladder hadn’t been full enough to be visible, she was certain she would have looked even better, but still this wasn’t bad. The suit accentuated her curves well, and the claws on the gloves she’d put on looked menacing and cool.
She hoped Martha would approve. That way, they could finally stop with this and she could try and make it to a toilet before the mall closed. She thought she could do it if they left right now. She knew exactly where the closest restroom was. She’d spent the last several hours lingering each time they walked past one.
Lana stepped out of the changing stall in the costume. “M—Martha?” she called, her voice wavering. She hoped Martha didn’t notice. “Do you like it?”
Martha opened the door to her own stall. She was dressed in a knight costume, and it looked awesome. Lana told her as much. She’d said Martha had looked awesome in every single thing she’d tried on so far that day, not that Martha had ever seemed to agree.
Martha was staring at Lana, her mouth open. Lana realized her legs were crossed and that she’d been jiggling in her spot for the last several seconds. She tried to straighten herself out.
“Wow…” Martha said. “These. Definitely these.”
Lana breathed a tentative sigh of relief. “Okay. That’s great,” she said. She almost added “Because I seriously need the restroom,” but shame held her back. She didn’t need to give all the details, she wanted to preserve a bit of mystery in their relationship and that was just one thing she didn’t have to talk about. It was a long walk back to the part of the city where they lived, it would only make sense for them to stop at the toilets before leaving. No reason to bring it up, or to whine like a toddler in the midst of potty training.
She went back into the stall, her bladder panging as she pulled the lock into place. Whose idea was it to use the exact same kind of lock in here that was always used in restroom stalls!? She removed the claw gloves, then reached up behind her neck to unzip the suit. She tugged it, and couldn’t get it to move.
Her heart pounding, she crossed her legs back together once more and felt around the zipper, trying to deduce if it was snagged. She couldn’t tell. It would probably be easier to have someone else get her out of this suit. She just had to wait for Martha. Martha’s costume didn’t have such an irritating zipper on it, so she should be available any second now.
But, Lana didn’t have ‘any’ second, she only had the one she was currently living in. The one in which she really, really had to pee and she was scared her boiling bladder would sear straight through her skin. She rocked back and forth on her heels before throwing herself down on the bench.
She doubled over so far that the top of her head brushed against the carpeted flooring. She cupped herself with both hands, trying to catch her breath and regain her fraying control.
When she glanced to the side and saw her reflection, she moaned aloud at the sight. She looked so pathetic! She tried to straighten herself back out, bouncing up and down over and over on the bench, hands kneading against her crotch. Her bladder was doing cartwheels inside of her body, dismayed by all this extra waiting. She crossed her legs even tighter, the skintight material of the suit cutting into the stone of her bladder.
There was a knock on the door to her stall. “Lana? You ready?” Martha called.
“I can’t get the costume off!” Lana replied hoarsely.
“Oh,” Martha said, and Lana heard her laugh a little. “Want me to help you?”
“Yes, please!” Lana called. She forced herself to her feet, feeling a tiny dribble of urine slip out with the motion. It was a good thing she was buying the costume she had on… She pressed a hand to her mouth, trying not to moan out loud, before unlocking the door.
Martha stepped in and looked Lana over. She didn’t look so good… She was swaying on her feet and looked positively frazzled. “Tired?” Martha guessed. “It’s been a long day…”
Lana tried to nod. “I’d like to get out of here,” she said.
“Okay,” Martha said, reaching to the zipper on Lana’s back. “Sorry. I guess I got carried away, I just… I wanted our first Halloween to be perfect, you know?”
“…Yeah,” Lana said.
Martha tugged the zipper. “Oh, it’s a little stuck,” she said. “Hold on.”
Lana, who had been so preoccupied by her need for the toilet took a few seconds to fully realize— Martha was undressing her. The agony of her bladder pulsing under the suit was too intense for her to feel that turned on, but it was still exciting.
Then Martha tugged again and announced that it may take a minute, and Lana couldn’t stop herself from moaning as she bounced some more.
“Hey, it’s alright,” Martha said. “There’s still fifteen minutes until they close, don’t wor—“
“I need to use the restroom,” Lana said softly.
“…Oh,” Martha said, now understanding Lana’s tight posture and twitching body. “Well, I’ll have you out in a minute or two, just—“
“Hurry…” Lana pleaded, and now that Martha knew she needed to pee she felt no reason to keep hiding it. Her hands went back to clutching between her quivering thighs.
“I will, I’m hurrying,” Martha set to work yanking and pulling on the zipper, finally it came loose and was able to be dragged downward. Soon the upper part of Lana’s back was bare and a second after that, in spite of how tightly she was cupping herself, Lana was peeing.
Panicked, Lana pressed even more firmly against herself and looked down to find no puddle forming.
The sudden feeling of fading pressure had merely been the area of the suit that had been pressing into her bladder loosening away. It had just given her bladder more of the room it needed to expand. The absence of the tight material was such a relief that it felt almost like peeing… She felt more capable of holding it for however long it took to get to a toilet. When the suit was finally off, she could see even more clearly the straining bowling ball that had taken up residence in the center of her body.
Martha noticed it too. “Wow… You… You DO need to go…”
Lana wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. This was her first time being totally naked in front of Martha, and the first thing she’d noticed was her bladder! She crossed her legs and tried not to let the embarrassment show, “I—“
“Hurry and get your clothes on,” Martha said. “I… I really think you might be starting to hurt yourself! Jeez, you should have told me it was so bad!”
So, Martha had only zeroed in on that out of concern, Lana realized. That was a little better… That meant Martha was just worried, not that she didn’t find Lana attractive. Lana hurried to tug on her shirt, then pulled her pants up as fast as she could. She could not, however, bring herself to button them. The pressure of closing her pants around her waist would most definitely be too much, so she just pulled her shirt down a little further to cover it up.
“Okay, let’s go,” Martha said. “I’ll buy the costumes, you just go pee, alright?”
“O—Okay,” Lana said, trying not to let her voice tremble too much.
Lana rushed from the changing rooms, but then found her gait slowing to a painful, mincing, contorted hobble as her bladder protested the harsh pounding of her feet against the ground. She was dribbling again, and she didn’t want to hold herself anymore now that she wasn’t in the privacy of a stall. But, she couldn’t help it, if she didn’t try to press herself shut, she’d burst.
She made it out of the store with only a couple more leaks. She tried to remember where the closest toilet was, and realized it was just a couple shops down. Each step was like a knife through her body and when she finally saw the sign for the women’s room, she thought she may have cried.
She shoved the door open, and was stunned by how happy a person could be to see a row of toilet stalls. She immediately ducked into the nearest one, noisily drew the lock into place, yanked down her pants and threw herself down onto the toilet.
She collapsed back against the tank of the toilet, relief flowed over her and out of her, her lips fell open in slack-jawed bliss. She actually started to tear up from the sensation. The pure goodness of letting her bladder drain after such a long time spent holding it back was all Lana could understand for a long time. Pee just continued to jet out of her, pounding against the water in the toilet bowl. The room was empty and aside from the sounds of Lana’s thunderous stream and all the sighs that continually fell from her lips, there was no sound.
After an age, her bladder was at last emptied, but she just sat there for a moment in a daze. It took her a bit to remember how to stand back up again. Once she’d pulled her pants on and washed off her hands, she exited the room to find Martha waiting for her. Lana felt herself going warm with humiliation. “I’m sorry, that was gross,” Lana said.
“What?” Martha asked. “You just had to pee. Are you okay? You feel good now?”
“So good,” Lana admitted. “But, I should have said something earlier, I just—“
“Yeah. You should have.”
“I just didn’t want to waste time, I know the costume stuff is important to you.”
Martha hugged Lana close, “Not as important as your health, silly.” |
“This is the best number in the whole show,” Martha whispered excitedly.
“Shhhh!” A number of people around her within the dark theater hissed. Offering them a forced smile from her blushing face, she silenced herself.
Lana reached a hand over to give Martha’s a squeeze.
“Hey, don’t worry,” Lana whispered. “I know you can’t help how excited you get over musicals sometimes.” Her gentle grasp and soothing words caused Martha to sigh and loosen up again.
“Thanks, Lana,” Martha said, making sure to keep her voice down. “I’m glad I’m seeing this with someone who doesn’t judge me for getting too excited over the stuff I love.”
Lana squeezed Martha’s hand again, feeling a tingle run through her as she returned her attention to the stage.
A couple hours later, the performance met its end and the audience began making their way out. “Wow,” Martha said. “It’s even better seeing it a third time!” She wrapped her arms around Lana, giving her a tight hug.
While Lana melted into the embrace, the strong grip elicited a strong spasm from her center, powerful enough to make her squeeze her legs together. “Ah, let go!” Lana said as she pulled the other’s wrists away. “That was a pretty long show, and I didn’t use the bathroom before leaving.”
“Oh,” Martha said. “I didn’t realize you had to tinkle.”
“Don’t say it like that, Martha,” Lana said with a nervous laugh. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Lana has to tinkle,” Martha repeated, making Lana laugh again as they left the theater.
“If you keep making me laugh, I’m not going to make it,” Lana said.
“Okay,” Martha said, leaning over to give Lana’s cheek a light kiss. “I should probably go too. It’s a long way back home.” A few minutes later, they’d made it to the end of the line for the women’s restroom. After several minutes of waiting and hearing streams flow and toilets flush— Sounds which had made Lana cross her legs and jiggle even as embarrassment bolted through her— The two were finally at the front. Both of them took stalls side by side.
Lana shut and locked the door behind her, her bladder starting to loosen up at the sight of the toilet. She realized now just how full she was and was surprised she’d lasted through that whole show. She pulled her pants down and took a seat on the toilet.
Before she could relieve the pressure swelling her bladder, her eyes flicked down and caught the sight of the shoes in the stall next to hers. Oh right, Martha was right beside her. While she was sitting on the toilet, peeing.
Or, NOT peeing, rather…
Lana’s ears picked up on the sound of a stream hissing in the next stall, followed by a small sigh from Martha’s lips. Now, of course, Lana had peed in bathroom stalls beside other women lots of times, more than enough times to know how audible the trickling was, but this time the knowledge made Lana feel different. When she started peeing, Martha was going to hear every last drop.
Lana tried to shoo those thoughts from her mind and just do what she’d come here to do. She really did have to pee after all, and had expected it to just burst right out the instant she’d seated herself. But, her stream was still locked away inside her body. What the Hell? Confused, she tried to kind of push down on her muscles, but this action did not make her feel any closer to letting it flow. She even tried prodding a hand over her lower abdomen, but this only produced pain rather than a stream.
She just kept thinking about how Martha was gonna be able to hear her peeing, and the more she thought about that, the more determined her bladder seemed to be to remain full. A few seconds later, she heard Martha stand up and flush and panic flooded her veins. Lana really had to hurry up and go now, or Martha was gonna get real confused why she was just sitting in a restroom stall and not doing anything.
Lana shut her eyes tightly and told herself Martha was at the sinks now, she wouldn’t hear her, but now that she felt the need to rush, her muscles were just tightening more and more and she couldn’t get anything out. The sensation of the toilet seat beneath her was making her need worsen, but her body still refused to give in. Finally, and with a great deal of frustration, Lana stood and pulled her pants back up before exiting the stall, with a bladder that felt fuller than it had been when she’d entered it.
She could NOT understand what had happened in there, but decided she could wait until she got home to pee. Even if washing her hands at the sink made her want to turn back around and try again as her bladder throbbed with new vigor.
“Better?” Martha asked Lana once she’d left the restroom.
Lana couldn’t bring herself to admit that no, she didn’t feel better at all, she still really had to go. So, she forced a nod. She was extremely confused. Nothing like THAT had ever happened to her before. Ordinarily, the second she felt the toilet seat underneath her body, her bladder would instantly know what it was time for and release. She didn’t have to think about it, it just happened. So, why was it different this time?
As she and Martha left the building, Lana wondered if maybe her need for the bathroom was just her imagination. She was a little unsure how that could be the case, because it definitely REALLY felt like she had to pee, but if nothing was coming out, then that had to mean there wasn’t actually anything in there, right? But, as she and Martha kept walking down the street, every step made Lana more and more aware of the pressure within herself. She could practically feel her bladder sloshing. She definitely DID need to pee!
But then, why wouldn’t it come out? That, to her, sounded like a serious problem. Peeing was a basic necessity, it couldn’t be put off forever. If she couldn’t get her bladder to empty, then the discomfort she was feeling would become unbearably awful. Her heart actually started to pound, what in the world was the matter with her? Was there something wrong with her bladder? Were the muscles… broken? Could that happen? Or, did she have a kidney stone? She was only eighteen! Did eighteen year olds even GET kidney stones? Was the problem… Lower? Like, was something… Obstructing the flow? How would that even HAPPEN, though?
Cancer could happen in the bladder, couldn’t it? Was this one of the early warning signs? Oh, God. What if it was? What if she had Cancer? There WAS a history of Cancer in her family, so it wasn’t too inconceivable that—
“Lana?” Martha abruptly stopped walking. “You’re breathing funny… What’s the matter?”
“I was… Thinking about something,” Lana said. “But, I’m okay. Don’t worry.” She felt a little silly now for jumping straight to thinking that she had a fatal illness just because she couldn’t pee. There were probably a myriad of other explanations that weren’t deadly, even if she didn’t know what they were. Maybe once she was home and had another chance to use the toilet, whatever this problem was would have resolved itself and she’d be able to go just like always.
The thought of that made her tense her thighs a little as she and Martha paused at a crosswalk. She wanted to bounce in her place, but doing so would grab Martha’s attention again and Lana didn’t know if she’d be able to come up with a decent excuse for being so wriggly. And she really didn’t want to admit she had to pee when Martha THOUGHT she’d only just gone!
“What were you thinking about?” Martha asked when the sign changed and they were able to cross the street.
Lana worried at her lip, “N—Nothing,” she said. “It was… Nothing…” She was mentally counting down the blocks they still had left to walk before they reached a subway station. Then the stops they’d have to wait through before they reached Lana’s. Then all the distance she’d still have to walk to get home… Her bladder seemed to swell more and more at the thought of all the ground she still had left to cover before she reached a toilet— One that she still wasn’t one hundred percent positive would grant her relief.
What if when she got home and sat on the bowl, her bladder STILL didn’t want to empty? What would she do THEN?
“Lana—“
“It’s nothing,” Lana insisted.
Martha fell silent. The worst feeling in the world overtook her stomach. The one that felt like it was opening up and turning itself into a bottomless pit. She knew Lana was not rejecting her right now, that whatever this was was simply not something she wanted to discuss, but the ache was still there. The painful tug of feeling closed out and abandoned. She tried not to feel this way, her therapist had told her many, many times that her intense fear of being alone caused her to overreact and cling to people when they needed space. She knew that, for the most part, her fears were unfounded; Lana not talking to her about one thing did not mean that Lana no longer liked her, but the spinning wheels in Martha’s brain insisted to her that Lana was trying to shut her out.
She very nearly tried to push it further, but ‘pushing things further’ when the other person hadn’t been in the mood was part of the reason she and Lydia were no longer friends. So, Martha fought down the urge and told herself that if Lana wanted her to know what the problem was, she’d tell her.
Lana absolutely did NOT want Martha to know what her problem was! But, it was becoming increasingly difficult not to make the problem more obvious. Every time they stopped walking, Lana would cross her legs. She tried to make it look casual, but she was squeezing them so tight she knew that it couldn’t have appeared very natural. Her bladder felt like a water balloon that was wrapped around a nozzle turned on full-blast. It was expanding and expanding, stretching out further than it was meant to. It was in danger of popping.
They finally reached the subway station. Martha easily walked down the steps, but Lana struggled to follow her. She felt like one wrong move would cause the balloon inside her abdomen to break apart and flood its contents all the way down the stairs. Every time she eased herself down a step, her bladder would convulse and she had to fight down the urge to cup her hands against herself. The twisting ache within her body was becoming more and more painful by the second.
When she finally reached the bottom of the stairs, Martha was looking at her. Lana forced herself to straighten up. Forced herself to smile. Forced herself to pretend that she HAD peed back at the theater, that she’d sprayed out a nice, thick stream into the toilet and so now had a perfectly empty bladder and didn’t need anything at all.
Martha was very worried. Lana had basically stumbled down the stairs as if both her shoes had pointed spikes embedded in their heels. She’d been bracing herself with the handrail the whole time and appeared to have been having a very difficult time not falling down them. Maybe she was dizzy? A stomach ache? She SO badly wanted to ask Lana if she was okay, but Lana didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk. What if Lana got mad at her for continuing to ask her questions?
“Martha…” Lana said. “I’m… Not feeling well.” She knew she couldn’t possibly pass for ‘normal’ anymore. Better to have Martha think she was coming down with the flu than know she was holding back what felt like several liters of piss. “How much further to my apartment?”
Wow, Martha thought. Lana really must not be feeling good if she couldn’t even remember the way back to her own home! “We’re close,” she said. “Is… Is your stomach hurting?”
It… Actually kind of was. The pressure in Lana’s bladder was beginning to course through her entire lower half, and it WAS making her stomach ache. She nodded.
“Hopefully you’ll get a place to sit down on the train…” Martha said. “Come on…”
A few minutes later, Lana was sat on the subway, her bladder protesting loudly every time it jostled her. She was sitting atop her hands, trying to keep them from pressing into her crotch as her knees jiggled and fanned in and out in front of her. Her pulse was racing as she counted down the stops that were left. Her bladder was painfully full and she was scared now that she’d never make it home.
Whatever problem had plugged her up at the theater must have been gone now, because she’d leaked the first uncontainable spurt of urine into her pants a few minutes ago. This had been equal parts horrifying and relieving. It was horrifying that she’d wet herself a little in public, but relieving that doing so had confirmed that she COULD, in fact, still pee.
Maybe she’d go to a store or something on the way back to her apartment building. That could work! Martha got off at a different stop, so she wouldn’t be there to think it was weird Lana already had to go again. It would be fine! She’d dash into the first place she saw with an available bathroom, fling herself onto the toilet and release everything at long, long last…
The fantasy was perhaps a little too vivid, as another little squirt of liquid hissed out of her and her thighs clenched and rubbed together as she fought to stop it.
When they reached her stop, Lana stood very, very gently. It felt like she was attempting to move while balancing an extremely full glass of water in her hands, trying her damnedest not to let it spill.
But, spill it did. A third leak warmed her drying pants and then she DID put a hand between her legs, fingers digging firmly against her urethra. The relief this brought was great, but she forced herself to let go a second later when Martha spoke; “I’ll walk you the rest of the way home,” she said.
“Y—You don’t have to do that…” Lana said. She couldn’t make it all the way home! She had to stop somewhere to pee!
Martha nodded, “You’re sick,” she said. “I want to make sure you get home safe.”
“I—“
“Don’t worry, I don’t mind,” Martha promised, following Lana as she hobbled from the train.
Going up the stairs to exit the station was even worse than going down them had been earlier. Martha stayed right by her side and held onto her arm to steady her, unwittingly preventing her from pressing her hands firmly against herself like she so badly wanted to. Every step made a few more drops escape, made her bladder feel like it was being bounced up and down, poked with a sharp pin…
“Lana, it’s okay,” Martha said. “When you get home, ask your Dad or Grandpa for some medicine. And get lots of sleep, okay? Sleep’s really important when you’re sick.”
Lana wasn’t listening to a word she was saying. She couldn’t listen. Her bladder was screaming so loudly she could hear nothing else. When they reached the top of the staircase, Martha released her arm and Lana stumbled forward, hands cramming between her legs. “Ohhh…” she moaned.
“We’re almost there,” Martha promised. “You can lay down and everything will be—“ She stopped, eyes stilling on the placement of Lana’s hands. “Lana…?”
“Martha…” Lana choked out. It was hard to speak through all the shame and desperation she felt. “I… I need to—“
“You didn’t go at the theater…” Martha said, suddenly comprehending at least some of Lana’s behavior. She understood perfectly well now why she’d been walking so strangely, why she’d been breathing so heavily, why she’d been so quiet… But, she didn’t understand at ALL why she hadn’t peed back at the theater. She’d seen Lana come out of a stall. What had she been doing in there if she hadn’t been peeing?
“I… Couldn’t,” Lana admitted, her explanation making no sense to her even though it was the truth.
“You couldn’t?” Martha repeated. “What do you mean? I know you got a turn in a stall, what—“
“I… I don’t know,” Lana whimpered. Tears had formed in the corners of her eyes. She was just so embarrassed and confused and her bladder HURT… “I… I mean— I… I sat down like always, but… Nothing happened. I… Couldn’t.”
Martha shook her head. She didn’t understand this at all. What did Lana mean ‘she couldn’t’? She’d been on a toilet, her pants presumably down… There was zero reason she shouldn’t have been able to pee. But, Lana was obviously very upset and in pain right now, and that took precedence over Martha’s confusion. “There’s a store across the street that should have a bathroom,” she said. “Come on.”
Again, Martha was steadying Lana as they walked along. Again, every step was making Lana leak little drops. But, unlike before, Lana was now cupping herself for dear life, so humiliated that Martha was seeing her do it, but unable to stop.
They entered the store, and Martha quickly took Lana to the back and flung open the door to the ladies’ room. She helped her hobble to a stall and then finally released her hold on her. “There you go!” she said.
Lana gave her a short half-nod, then quickly shut the door and fumbled the lock into place. She ripped down her pants and slammed herself onto the toilet seat. This was going to feel amazing!
Except…
It still wouldn’t come out.
She still couldn’t go.
Her brain began firing just like it had back at the theater. Martha was going to hear her pee as it hissed and sprayed and splashed. And it would be even worse HERE since Martha was not also peeing, just standing there and worrying about her! Lana’s muscles, rather than going loose and light with relief, tightened and twisted around each other, refusing to let more than a few errant drops plink into the bowl beneath her.
Martha waited outside the stall. She’d been expecting to hear Lana peeing right away, but there was just silence. Maybe Lana wet herself as soon as she saw the toilet? Well, no, that couldn’t be it. Martha would have still heard that, right? ‘She really… Can’t go?’ Martha thought. Even now that she was witnessing the problem for herself, it still didn’t make any sense. She stepped forward and knocked on the stall door. “Lana…? Are you okay?”
“No!” Lana exclaimed, and then began to cry. “Martha, it hurts!”
Martha’s chest ached. “Just… Try to relax?” she knew that was horrible advice. If someone had to TRY to relax, then there was no way they could actually BE relaxed.
“I’m trying!” Lana sobbed back. “I can’t… I can’t…”
Martha was panicking now too, “Do you need the hospital!?” she asked. “I can— I can call someone? I—“
“I need…” Lana managed, her voice hoarse and choked with her misery. “I… Can you go wait outside the room, please? Please, Martha? I can’t… I don’t… I don’t think I can go with you there! I just— Please, Martha, it hurts so bad!”
Martha took a hesitant step backwards. “You…?”
“I can’t do it with you in here!” Lana exclaimed. “I really, really can’t! Please, just leave!”
And that was it. Lana really was shutting her out. “…Okay…” Martha creaked out, hollow. “I’ll go…” She returned to the door, and stepped out of the restroom. She knew that this was utterly ridiculous. Lana wanting privacy while she used the bathroom was NOT Lana rejecting her. She’d meant ‘Just leave, I want to be by myself while I pee’, not ‘Just leave, I don’t want you around’. It was absurd to think otherwise. And it was even stupider that now, Martha was thinking about how a part of Lana’s body didn’t like her; As if Lana’s bladder had an actual brain and could form its own opinions.
Inside the restroom, Lana heard the door swing shut behind Martha. She was alone now. Martha wouldn’t hear a thing, she didn’t have to worry about Martha overhearing—
PPPPSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
“Ohhhh….!!”
… That.
An intense torrent of piss blasted the water beneath Lana, splashing and hissing furiously. This was followed immediately by an involuntary moan of indescribable relief. She slumped forward as her bodily forcibly ejected every drop of pee she’d been forcing it to retain inside. She felt like she was releasing buckets and buckets of liquid, and that feeling was something incredible… She sat up straighter and rubbed a hand over her lower belly, trying to massage away all the aching that was still present within it. To her surprise, stroking herself there as pee swirled out of her overtaxed bladder made it all feel even better. The sensation of something inside her shrinking and deflating became more and more pronounced, and it drew forth yet another moan. “Ahhh…”
Her stream at last died off and after cleaning herself up and straightening her clothing in the mirror, she exited the restroom, feeling like she could walk on air. “Thank you…” she said to Martha.
Martha looked at her girlfriend, no longer contorted, no longer crying, no longer pained… And all she’d needed to get to that point was for… Martha to… go away… “Why’d you need me to leave?”
Lana looked away. “Like I said, I don’t know,” she said. “But, when I thought about you hearing me… Go… I just… Couldn’t do it. It’s not that I don’t trust you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I think… You know, I just don’t want the girl that I really, REALLY like to overhear me peeing.”
Martha felt a little better hearing that. Lana didn’t struggle with peeing around her because she didn’t like her, Lana struggled with peeing around her because she DID like her a whole lot. |
Written for the Omovember prompt "Peeing While Someone Watches."
***
Martha wanted to help Lana.
It wouldn’t be good for their relationship if Lana couldn’t go to the toilet around her. What would happen if they ever decided to live together? Lana couldn’t just hold it indefinitely, or kick Martha out every time she had to go. That just wouldn’t work.
Martha didn’t know HOW to help Lana, though.
The whole idea of this was still weirdly upsetting to Martha. Irrational though it may have been, the thought that a part of Lana’s body really just didn’t like having her around was painful. And it didn’t make sense, either. Peeing was… Just peeing! It was easy, not the sort of thing a person had to TRY to do.
Martha did her best to recall a time where urinating had required anything more out of her than just sitting down on a toilet seat and letting it happen. But, she couldn’t think of any such occurrence. She’d never had to think about it, she’d never had to work at it, she just… Found a toilet and peed. Wasn’t that how everyone did it?
Apparently not Lana.
But, why?
Martha eventually found herself researching the problem, which wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. She didn’t even know what to search for. The phrase ‘My Girlfriend Can’t Pee’ did pull up a few results, but nothing useful.
‘Why can’t my girlfriend hold her pee after having sex?’
‘Can I urinate on my girlfriend’
‘Why does my girlfriend feel like she needs to pee during sex’
‘My girlfriend has a weak bladder and can’t hold her pee’
Martha frowned. She was at least learning SOME new things, but none of those things were interesting to her or helpful.
She tried again, now shortening the search to simply ‘can’t pee’.
This brought up information on something called ‘urinary retention’, which Martha quickly learned could be a serious problem. The article she found even explained that urinary retention usually needed urgent medical attention, often involving catheterization. The condition had numerous causes, a lot of which sounded pretty bad, things like nerve damage, diabetes, or even a tumor!
The symptoms were simple, with the biggest one being that the person had trouble making themselves pee even when desperate to go.
That was EXACTLY what had happened to Lana, and Martha’s heart started to pound. Lana could have ended up in the hospital that night! Lana might have something really serious going wrong in her body. What if she did have a tumor? Or diabetes? And, since she didn’t know about it, didn’t know she had to see a doctor, was she just going to get sicker?
She clicked the links for ‘tumors’ and ‘diabetes’, and a moment later her entire body relaxed. There were lots of other symptoms for those things. Aside from the urinary retention thing, Lana didn’t have any of them.
So, Martha tried her search a third time. This time, she went with ‘Can’t pee around girlfriend’ and hit enter. Immediately, the top result sounded a lot closer to what Lana was dealing with.
The article detailed a form of social anxiety in which a person found it difficult or impossible to pee when someone else was near them. To Martha’s relief, the article explained that there was nothing physically wrong with Lana’s body, that this problem was just inside her head.
There was one thing that didn’t make Martha feel better, though. According to the article, a person with Paruresis had trouble peeing around ANYBODY, but Lana only seemed to have a problem around HER. If this shy-bladder thing was just how Lana ALWAYS was, then Martha thought she’d feel better about it, she wouldn’t stress that it spelled doom for them as a couple. But, since Lana was exclusively pee-shy around her and her alone, Martha felt that she had reason to worry.
The more she read, the more she fretted. Apparently, people who had shy bladders would sometimes have a ‘pee partner’ to help them out, someone they trusted to have around while they tried to urinate in a public setting. So then, why was Martha the ONE person Lana had this trouble with? Shouldn’t Lana have trusted Martha MORE than anyone else?
Martha tried to put it out of her head, tried telling herself that this wasn’t a big deal. But, it was. She was hopeful that she and Lana would stay together for years. She was hopeful that she and Lana would one day share a home. How in the world could Lana ever live with someone that she couldn’t use the toilet near?
Martha’s research told her that maybe, after enough times trying it, Lana would get more comfortable peeing around her. So, Martha decided it would be a good idea to get her some practice.
That weekend, they went to a mall together. Martha had wanted to talk to Lana about the problem all through the week. She’d wanted to propose a solution to her. But, she’d never managed to work up the nerve. Martha still just couldn’t understand what the big deal was to Lana; Martha had peed in front of Lana once before— She’d even done it naked!— It had been very, very embarrassing, but Lana hadn’t thought it was a big deal to watch Martha pee, so then why did she think it WOULD be a big deal the other way around?
Martha just had to PROVE to Lana that it was no big deal, she thought. And today, she was going to try doing exactly that. In the food court, she challenged Lana to a slushy drinking contest and, laughing, Lana agreed— She even won!
Before long though, those slushys were more than ready to come out, and when they walked by a restroom, Lana mumbled that she had to use it. Martha nodded, she needed to go quite a bit as well, all that sugar-water had rushed straight through her. “Okay,” she said. “I gotta go, too.”
Martha noticed the slight flinch in Lana’s facial expression, a tiny little tug at the corners of her lips. “O—Okay,” she said, heading to the women’s room door.
Martha smiled. This was easy. Now, they’d pee together and Lana would understand that it was okay. Martha took her stall and sat on the toilet, her pee easily bursting forth the instant she was on the seat. “Ahhh…” she sighed, trying to show how relaxed and comfortable she was with everything that was happening. That was sure to put Lana more at ease, right?
Not right. Lana’s body was filled with tension as she sat in her own stall. She’d picked the one furthest from Martha’s, but they were the only two people in this restroom so it didn’t really help. When Martha started to let loose a hissing stream, Lana’s bladder had cramped at the noise, wanting nothing more than to join in. But, as more and more pressure built up against her opening, the muscles controlling it only seemed to grow more taut.
When Lana heard Martha sigh, she nibbled on her lip and pushed down on her pelvic muscles as hard as she could— Surely Martha was nearly finished if she was making noises like that, right? And there Lana still was, just sitting there doing nothing! As the other toilet flushed and Martha got up and exited her stall, Lana tried not to groan as she felt she’d missed her chance for relief.
And, Lana really, REALLY needed some relief right now. Her bladder was achingly full, and the feeling of the toilet beneath her was a horrendous tease on it. Different parts of her mind and body were all engaged in a brutal tug-of-war. Her bladder screamed‘We’re ON the toilet! Let me go pee!’ and rationality agreed ‘Just go, that’s what toilets are for.’ But then, her anxiety responded ‘No way! It’s too embarrassing!’ Her bladder, growing more insistent, shouted ‘But, I can’t hold it!’, and her tense sphincters yelled back ‘Yes you can!’
The conflicting feelings in her brain and the stinging warzone in her abdomen combined together to make Lana feel almost dizzy.
Martha was washing her hands at the sink. She hadn’t heard Lana pee while she’d been going, and Lana was still in the stall so she figured she hadn’t gone yet… That was okay, though. Martha would wait for her however long she needed it. THAT was probably the whole reason why she was nervous! She thought Martha would get impatient and annoyed with her! Martha had to say something, she called back over her shoulder “Don’t worry Lana, take as much time as you have to! I’ll wait here.”
Instead of those words being reassuring and comforting as Martha had intended, Lana only grew more distressed. She’d been hoping Martha would leave the room after she’d washed her hands, and then Lana could spray out her bladder’s contents as quickly and powerfully as she could manage.
But, no.
Martha was going to stay.
“Th—That’s okay!” Lana called back. “You can wait outside and look at some stores! I’ll be done in a minute!”
“I really don’t mind,” Martha repeated. Poor Lana sure was nervous about this. But, Martha didn’t CARE if she lost a little window-shopping time waiting on her. It was fine.
Lana frowned. She considered just getting up, pretending she’d finished and trying again later. But, Martha would know she hadn’t gone, because she hadn’t heard any trickling. And the pressure inside Lana’s body was already driving her nuts.
To her utmost dismay, Lana looked down and noticed both of her knees were rapidly bouncing up and down, occasionally stopping so that she could wind her ankles around each other. She was doing the very same seated pee-dance that she sometimes did on the subway when she’d forgotten to go before leaving school and was straining to hold it.
Except this time she was doing it while on the toilet. This time she was doing it when she had literally no reason to still be holding it. Frustrated, her hands began to twine through her hair, and she tugged on a few of her curls. She did her best to make her legs go still— How was she ever going to make herself pee if she was twisting around like she really wanted it to stay in?!
Outside the stall, Martha waited and waited, growing more perplexed. She’d reassured Lana enough, hadn’t she? She’d told her she didn’t mind waiting, shouldn’t that have helped her relax? Did she need more? “Lana, it’s really okay for you to pee, you know that right?”
Lana’s pulse started to race, throbbing in time with her aching bladder. Martha must have thought she was so weird! What kind of person had this much trouble using the toilet? Especially when they were bursting at the seams to go! “I… I… Could you please go wait outside?” she asked finally. “I can’t—“
“I know, you’re embarrassed and stuff,” Martha said. “But, you shouldn’t be. Everyone pees. So, you don’t need to feel so nervous.” After laying it all out so simply like that, Martha expected Lana’s flow to burst forth immediately.
But it didn’t.
Martha tried again. “I mean it,” she said. “Just relax, it’s no big deal.”
“…Please just wait outside,” Lana repeated. “I can’t do it around you. I just can’t. That’s all there is to it.”
And that clawing, aching pit in Martha’s stomach was opening itself wide once more. They could never work as a couple if Lana was this scared of doing perfectly normal, natural things around her. They’d never live together. They’d drift apart. Martha would have no one and nobody… “You can,” she said simply. “You can do it, you just have to try.”
Lana’s racing pulse pitched up a few octaves as suddenly her frustration became the only thing she could feel. “Just have to try?!” she repeated sharply. How could Martha believe THAT?! “Martha, I have to pee SO bad! I need it so bad that it hurts, and all I want to do is GO, how am I NOT trying?!”
Martha stumbled back at the obvious anger in Lana’s voice. She… Really hadn’t meant to upset her. She’d been trying to help! Trying to make her understand that she was being ridiculous, and…
Lana had said she needed to pee so badly that it was hurting her.
If it was causing pain, that meant Lana really couldn't control this as easily as Martha thought, could she?
“I’m sorry…” Martha’s voice was quiet and tiny in the large, echoey restroom. “I’m sorry. I wanted to help, but I don’t think I’m understanding this whole thing right. You really CAN’T control it, can you?”
“I can’t…” Lana agreed, her annoyance dissipating. Martha wasn’t doing any of this to be malicious, wasn’t TRYING to torment her and make her feel bad. “I don’t— I don’t know why this—“
“I read online, it’s called Paruresis,” Martha said. “Means you can’t… Can’t go around other people. Or, at least, not around me…”
Lana’s knees had started bouncing again, her urethral opening stung and burned as she continued trying with all her might to release the gushing spray of urine imprisoned inside her. “Does that…” she winced as a sharp, fiery spasm ripped through her bladder. “Does that bother you? That I can’t…”
“It… Does,” Martha admitted. “I know it’s stupid, but like… I want us to live together someday, and if you can’t… ‘Go’ around me, then we won’t ever be able to…”
Lana suddenly realized there were tears in her eyes, and she wasn’t sure when that had started. Was her body just trying to find any way to shove out its excess liquid, or were Martha’s words doing it? “You… Want us to live together?”
“Y—Yeah,” Martha said. “Someday… But, you know, you’ll have to be able to pee around me for that to work.”
Lana’s pulse started to slow, and the coldness of her frustration and agony gave way to the warmth of her love for Martha. “I would really like to live together…” she said. But, Martha was right. She couldn’t share a home with someone that she couldn’t handle peeing close to. She pushed once more on her muscles, so hard that she was grunting, but still not peeing… She just… Couldn’t stand the thought of Martha hearing—
Lana reached for her purse on the floor, she retrieved her phone and the earbuds attached to it before sliding it under the stall door. “L—Listen to music, Martha, please? You can stay, but listen to music,” she pleaded.
Martha picked up the phone and put in the earbuds. She tapped the screen a few times and a song began to play loudly in her ears. “Okay,” she said, a little louder than she’d intended.
“You have music on!?” Lana asked, already feeling some of the tension down below ceding.
“Yeah!”
“Ohhh, thank you!” Lana cried out, her bladder bursting wide open at that last bit of reassurance. Pee gushed and hissed into the bowl below her, and immediately she felt the glorious sensation of something inside her core slowly shrinking down, down, down… Her liquids hissed, splattered and splashed, but she didn’t mind because Martha was listening to something else, covering up all her noises.
When her geyser finally finished erupting and she’d left her stall feeling SO much better, Lana nodded to Martha. “O—Okay, I did it…”
Martha took out the earbuds. Truthfully, she had been able to hear some of Lana’s relief, even with the music overtop of it, it would have been impossible not to. She wondered if she should tell Lana that, say she’d heard her peeing and it had been no big deal at all, but she decided against it. A solution had been found for the time being, and Martha didn’t want to risk it not working a second time. “Okay now?”
“Yeah,” Lana said. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m like this with you.”
Martha drew her in for a hug, “Hey, it’s alright. I’ll try to understand it better, and we can work through this together.”
Lana squeezed her back. |
The Park
It was all planned in advance. The location. The outfits. The “preparation.” Even the getaway. They couldn’t plan the weather, but it cooperated with a balmy evening.
The time was the most important. He had scouted it the day before, and found that thirty-five minutes after sunset left just enough light to enjoy the visuals, while still giving cover should someone come their way, however unlikely.
He arrived first at the appointed bench, the one in front of the Buckeye tree along the path branching off at the pond. It couldn’t be seen from within the park except from the path itself. If you got the angle just right you might have a peek from the street, but that was a risk worth taking and only added to the fun.
A few minutes passed. His anticipation was great, having talked it over with her in detail earlier over drinks. After another moment he heard her approaching. It was the famed skirt, creating the faintest swish as it swung on her hips with each step. He had not noticed it before, so fixated had he been on the sight of her. But it was the sound that triggered him now.
He swung his legs around so they hung off the end of the bench. She placed her tote at the other end of the bench, safely out of harm’s way, then returned to stand in front of him. Smiling, she sat down sideways on his lap. “We don’t have much time.” “No need to rush - it won’t get dark for another half hour.” “That’s not why we have to rush, silly.” There was plenty enough light that she could see him blush.
He held her close, buried his face in her neck and hair, and breathed her in deeply. He could feel her relax, and their breathing synchronized. After a minute, he noticed her legs tense and relax slightly. She pulled her head a way, looked at him, then kissed him. It started small and gentle but quickly expanded, leaving no doubt of her passion. She began to move on his lap slightly. He realized that he didn’t know how long he had been hard, but knew she could feel him.
She stood up, moved in front of him, and sat on his lap, now facing away. He put his arms around her and pulled her close to him, causing her to slide up his lap slightly. Everything fit together as they had planned. She could feel him pressing through his shorts and her skirt, at the base of her ass. He put his hands on her thighs and gently pushed her forward then pulled back; she rocked slightly on his lap, giving them both pleasure that was sure to grow. With his right hand he gently pushed her thigh outward, and she moved her leg so it hung outside of his knee. His hand then climbed up the inside of her thigh, pushing up the skirt, his fingers finding her panties. Her legs opened a little wider; his fingers pressed gently through her panties and began making small orbits around her clit. She began rocking more. “Mmmm …”. She wanted to keep going, but their position was not exactly that of just another couple making out in the park. And her growing excitement was making her need acute; she could not hold on much longer. “It’s time …”
He tensed as he felt her wetness stream through her panties and over his fingers, his lap turning hot just a second later. This was the moment he’d had in mind when they came up with the plan, to feel her in as many ways as possible as she released. It continued to flow out of her. She put her hand on his, pushing his fingers onto her as her rocking increased in intensity. The feeling of the wet clothes sliding over him, bathed in the heat of her piss, was quickly pushing him to the edge. Her fingers intertwined with his and moved more more quickly between her legs. He could not help but grab her hips and rock her even harder on his lap, back and forth. The sound of her dripping on the ground, the mind’s-eye image of his cock sliding millimeters below her pussy, the occasional poke of her fingers as she rubbed herself – it was too much. “Can’t stop …” he growled as he came. He pulled her hips hard onto him, just as her flow ebbed and her legs tensed. They stayed still as a stone sculpture for several seconds as they let the wave crash through them.
She leaned back on him. He rested his face on her shoulder, inhaling her again to make the moment last. Pressed together, they stayed warm for a few minutes.
She finally got up and turned to face him. There was no sign of anything untoward. Even the ground zero of his lap showed little evidence thanks to the light synthetic of his shorts. He twirled his index finger, asking her to turn around. Her ass was beautifully traced by a perfect but barely discernible upside-down U on her skirt. If someone walked by they may not even notice anything out of the ordinary except for the large puddle around his feet.
He put his hands on the back of her knees and looked at her wordlessly. She smiled, then retrieved a light sweater from her tote. Tying it around her waste, it hung down just enough that no one would suspect. He took her hand and kissed her fingers. She smiled, then turned and walked away down the path. |
This is where I'll be posting written works not made by me, but an anonymous friend that's also keen on sharing peefics to you all. Will be updated overtime.
Miranda: Manager Mishap
"Ahhh, barely made it!"
Miranda sighed with relief the moment she looked down at her car stereo upon pulling into the Burger-Tron parking lot. Ten minutes late. Not bad considering the rush she was in after drastically oversleeping, and certainly not the worst it had ever been. It had come at the cost of being out the door as soon as she was dressed, but surely that would be the worst thing to happen to her today.
Still, being late meant angering her employees should they wait too long for her to come unlock the fast food joint. As she rounded the corner to the front of the building she saw the annoyed faces of Paulo, James, and all the other employees under her watch. She hated to see what a few more minutes of delay would do to them.
"Sorry guys, may or may not have overslept a little," Miranda explained, stifling a yawn and the urge to say 'a lot' instead. Retrieving the keychain from her pocket, she wasted no time in getting the building unlocked and letting everyone inside.
As soon as the lights were turned on the group headed to the break room, where BT-branded caps and aprons were put on to the tune of friendly chit-chat and the music of the early morning radio. Once everyone was ready, they gathered round the central table while Miranda started barking orders.
"Alright, James, there's a ton of trash piled up around the store, you're on trash duty. Allison, Claire, get the kitchen ready. Paulo, get the dining area cleaned up. Bill, soda fountains. Morning commuters will be here any minute."
No complaints, they had all heard this before. Everyone started scrambling to work except for James. "Just need the key to the back door."
Miranda tossed the entire keychain at him. "Here, go nuts, I got plenty of stuff to do myself."
"You sure? I just need the on-" but Miranda neither heard nor cared.
Thus, the team descended upon the restaurant, fixing it up at breakneck speed to be ready for the rush of commuters seeking a quick breakfast or at least a coffee. Miranda went around checking in on everyone periodically, while otherwise performing miscellaneous, but no less important tasks such as preparing the cash register. Her early morning rush had put them all in a bit of a hurry, but as long as the kitchen and drive thru line were up and ready soon, the rest would be smooth sailing.
In the midst of it all, Miranda found the time to make herself a cup of coffee, as she was still a little conked out from having to leave her house so fast. No time for breakfast, no time for a shower, no time to brush her teeth...
...No time to use the bathroom.
With a twinge of embarrassment, Miranda suddenly noticed the tight feeling in her abdomen. Perhaps she should've at least put aside the time for a toilet break before she left; her bladder was unpleasantly full. With an annoyed grunt, Miranda gulped the rest of the coffee, tossing the empty cup into one of the many garbage cans yet to be emptied, and hurried off to the bathroom to take care of this minor inconvenience.
Stepping down the hallway, Miranda parked herself in front of the female bathroom and turned the knob, only to find it refused to budge. Confusion turned to a slight jolt of fear as she tried it a few times, only to determine the bathrooms had yet to be unlocked yet.
No matter, she thought, reaching for the keychain on her belt.
"Goddammit..." she huffed under her breath.
Miranda's bladder protested, having not expected such a delay.
Ugh, where's James at, she thought, heading down the hall to the restaurant's rear door, only to hear her name called.
"Yo, you're needed at the drive thru register, customers are starting to arrive!" Paulo called to her from the other end of the hallway. Miranda turned around to stare at him blankly for a moment, realizing the sudden predicament she was in.
"...Alright, I'm coming," she replied. It was an unfortunate coincidence, but one she had to deal with. There was no time to go find James, customers were more important than a bathroom break she didn't really need anyway. Indeed, as she headed to her work station, the urge to relieve herself was swiftly forgotten. She would of course need to go sooner or later, but that could easily wait until James finished up and brought her the keys. Service with a smile till then.
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"Th-thank you, come again!" Miranda called through her earpiece, blushing as she noticed the stutter in her voice. Peeking through the window, she saw the drive thru empty for the time being and carefully whipped out her phone to check the time. She bit her lip, slightly surprised to see she hadn't even been behind the register a half hour yet. It felt like it had easily been twice as long, and not just because of the monotony of the job. Who would've guessed that sitting behind a counter doing little of anything would eventually allow her mind to wander to the fact she needed to pee.
Miranda subtly squeezed her thighs in response. It helped, but she still had to pee quite badly. A toilet break was in order as soon as practicable, and she was still nowhere close to being on break. Not that she couldn't leave at all, but getting somewhere to cover for her at the busiest time of morning was not an easy feat. Gritting her teeth, Miranda could only sit there, silently suffering, while another customer pulled up and started to place an order.
Eventually, Paulo found himself without anything to do, having finished wiping down the main dining room. There was still plenty yet to be done, but for Miranda it meant a chance to call him over.
"Think you could cover me for a moment?" Miranda asked, trying to hide the urgency in her voice, "I need to, uh...check on James."
"Uh, I think so."
"Great!" Miranda strained, tearing herself away to quickly yet inconspicuously head off towards the bathrooms. She hoped, yet doubted they had been unlocked yet, in which case she'd need to find James, but that wouldn't take too much more time, and she thankfully wasn't completely desperate yet.
Coming to the bathroom door yet again, Miranda hopefully tried it, but once again it proved out of order. Her bladder throbbed, and she hurried away to find James. Just wait for him out by the dumpster, retrieve the keychain, and she'd be in business.
The only concern was how long it would take if he wasn't already there. This would quickly prove to be the least of her worries for the moment, as a sudden foreign voice in her ear called “Hello?”. In her rush to leave her post, she had kept her earpiece on. The earpiece connected to the drive thru's speakers. An earpiece Paulo neither had, nor had been given an opportunity to retrieve. A customer was waiting while she selfishly sought out a bathroom, and Paulo was either oblivious or trying to figure out what to do.
Miranda very nearly swore loudly into the mic, but managed to catch herself and instead choke out a rushed "Ah hello! W-welcome to Burger Tron, may I t-take your order?" while she practically sprinted back to the window, bladder protesting with each step, but otherwise forgotten.
"Uh yeah, can I get uhhhh...two number nines...a number nine large..." began the voice on the other end, sounding like a gruff old dog who was perfectly content with taking his time. Miranda got back to the window and replaced Paulo well before the dog had finished his order, and stood there for about a minute after, listening to him drone on.
"...one with cheese...and uhhhhh, a large soda." The customer finally finished.
"Wh-what flavor soda?" Miranda asked, forcing a nervous grin.
"Uhhh, you kids still have 'Booya Blast'?"
"N-no sir, that was discontinued months ago."
"Aww shit. What do you have then?"
For fuck's sake...
By the time the order had been taken, prepared, and handed off to the customer, Miranda found herself in a painful position. Whether it was the coffee or the nervousness or both, her bladder now painfully ached. Customers were starting to line up too, given plenty of time to build up behind the dog. Thankfully Paulo was still waiting patiently, and after apologizing profusely, Miranda passed the earpiece. "There, sorry. S-still need you to cover, also do you k-know where James is?"
"Uh, saw him heading to the back door with another load of trash a minute ago."
Finally, things were starting to look up. Miranda thanked him and ran off, hopefully for the last time, in the direction of her salvation. Every step caused her bladder to slosh around, and she began seriously holding herself once out of sight to try avoiding an unfortunate accident. She stepped carefully, but speed was more important at this stage of the game. By the time she arrived at the back door, she nearly doubled over, squeezing her thighs relentlessly to regain control, before pushing the door open.
"JAMES, KEYS!"
James had been hovering over a bag of trash attempting to tie it, and the sudden outburst from his superior made him jump. He looked over at her, but quickly realized something else and returned to the bag with a look of fear on his face.
"James, what are you doing?!" She demanded, expecting him to do literally anything else.
"I'm sorry!" he called, "but I think I just dropped the keys in the bag!"
"You WHAT?!" she nearly yelled.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you made me jump and I lost my grip!" he apologized again, frantically digging through the bag.
This was perhaps the worst turn of events Miranda could've had that day. She could've been doubling back to the bathroom by now, keys in hand. Instead, she had inadvertently caused the employee trusted with them to drop them into a metaphorical haystack, and now stood there watching while she furiously gripped her crotch and resisted the urge to potty dance. A number of poor decisions had led to this moment, and now she was paying the price. She just wished it wouldn't end the way she expected it.
"I'll...be by the b-bathrooms," she choked out. "Bring them th-there when you...f-find them." Miranda was sure the desperation in her voice was obvious, as though her strange poses didn't give James enough of a hint, but that didn't matter anymore. She just hoped and prayed this would only take a second as she carefully doubled back.
Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. There was no chance of it working, and it would be slightly embarrassing if she was caught, but anything was better than wetting her pants at this point. With a shaky hand, she reached for the doorknob to the men's bathroom. With a shaky breath she turned it, and was never more delighted for a doorknob to work in her entire life. For reasons beyond her knowledge, or care, the men's room just happened to be unlocked. Questions would come later, right now she needed to GO.
Miranda's rush to the toilet was a blur, but in a flash she managed to get the door closed and the light on before starting on undoing her lower garments. She remembered the apron around her front side, and began furiously and awkwardly tearing it off, tossing it on the floor once it was off. In that time she barely began to lose control, small drops of urine coming out into her panties. On the absolute verge of losing it, Miranda tore down everything around her waist and slammed her quivering ass on the freshly cleaned toilet.
"Hhhhhooooohhhhhhhhh..." Miranda moaned loudly as she finally relaxed. Fresh urine began gushing from her tortured bladder, splashing loudly in the toilet bowl and filling the entire bathroom with an almost hissing sound. The stress of the situation rapidly drained away into the toilet, while the ache in her deflating bladder disappeared too. Composing herself, Miranda let out a much quieter and more dignified huff of relief as she leaned forward on the toilet and rested her elbows on her lap.
Peeing furiously, Miranda allowed herself to relax, sitting there contentedly while she listened to the noisy ‘pppwfffsshhhh’ of her bladder emptying. She urinated close to a full minute, before the final drops fell into the yellow-tinted bowl. Sighing one last time, she looked down to inspect the damage. A small damp spot was left on her panties which wouldn't be comfortable, but would dry quickly and hadn't been given the chance to soak through anything else. Reaching behind, Miranda flushed the toilet and swiftly returned her pants and underwear to their proper position. Grabbing her apron off the floor, she fixed it up and put it back on, then went over to the sinks to wash her hands, remembering the health & safety sign that had been burned into her brain at this point.
Feeling much more refreshed, and with a small spring in her step, Miranda left the bathroom, nearly bumping into James who had been standing around awkwardly with the keys in his hand. "Oh, there you are! I'm so sorry again, here's the keys, thankfully it didn't take me too long to find...them..." he trailed off, noticing where she had come from. "Uh, did you?" he wondered aloud, realizing immediately after what a poor decision it was to ask. "I mean-"
"It's fine," Miranda huffed. "These things happen."
“I’m sorry,” James spoke dolefully, “It’s my fault for not opening that door earlier today. I was rushing to use the bathroom myself and forgot to unlock the other one and…”
"You're fine James,” cutting off his ongoing excuse, “Most of it was my fault anyway."
Grabbing the keychain from his hand, she began carefully and wordlessly retrieving the only key James was in need of. As she prepared to hand it back to him, she glared at him coldly. "None of this ever happened, got it?"
He laughed nervously. "Sure thing boss!" |
Afterparty Peril
"Seeya! Thanks for coming!" Rachel waved enthusiastically as the last pair of friends she had invited over left her house, blowing a kiss and laughing as they waved one last time before setting off down the sidewalk. Closing the door, Rachel turned around and felt her excitement drain away as she stared at the living room that had just been ravaged by several hours of alcohol-fueled celebration. "Now for the fun part..." she murmured.
As it usually was after such a party, the house was trashed, with everything from food scraps to streamers littering the floor. Her parents wouldn't be home for another two hours or so, but such a mess would take close to that amount of time to clean up. Sighing, Rachel bent down towards the nearest piece of litter, only to gasp and freeze as she felt a sudden rush of pressure.
Ah yeah...gotta piss...Rachel realized. She had tried her best to keep sober, but eventually gave in to several cans of beer, followed by several glasses of water as someone needed to keep a lid on such unruly activities. Her bladder suffered as a result, though a lingering alcohol buzz and the job of having to see off all the partygoers had left her ignorant until now. Obviously unable to do much of anything with such a crushing weight in her abdomen, Rachel gently grabbed herself and hurried up the stairs to the only toilet in the house.
Panting as she got to the top of the stairs, Rachel paused and felt her legs involuntarily bend to keep herself dry. With a quiet whine, she hurried to the bathroom door, only to gasp as she saw someone familiar laying next to the toilet. "Paulo!?"
Bodily needs temporarily forgotten, Rachel bent down next to her friend and looked him over. Thankfully he was not injured, but seemed to be blackout drunk. Feeling her bladder remind her of her predicament, she gaped at the unconscious figure as realization set in. "Hey Pauloooo, you there?" she asked nicely, waiting a few seconds for a response. When none came she slapped him. "Paulo! Come on!" she whined, but his only response was a nigh-inaudible moan followed by his head falling onto his shoulder from the force of the slap. Scratch that plan.
Groaning, Rachel grabbed Paulo by the arms, and attempted to drag him out of the bathroom. Unused to lifting such weights, she struggled for a moment, putting more and more effort in until her bladder alerted her that it wasn't a good idea to go any further. Letting go, she grabbed herself again to prevent an accident, grimacing as she stared at the dead weight that vastly complicated what was supposed to be a simple toilet trip.
Feeling sweat on her forehead, Rachel found her eyes drifting to the toilet. Ugh I gotta go...not like he's in any state to know, r-right? Keeping her eyes glued to the sleeping figure, Rachel ever so carefully backed up to the toilet, briskly pulling down her shorts and panties and lowering herself at a snail's pace such that no sound was made by her large ass enveloping the porcelain seat.
Now finally perched on the toilet, Rachel glanced at Paulo. Still fast asleep and hopefully would remain that way till she could finish relieving herself, though there was no telling what would happen. Time was of the essence, as was keeping quiet, though pissing full force into the bowl would certainly complicate that latter necessity. Rachel fidgeted, shifting back and forth on the toilet, her bladder aching and asking her to hurry up and make a decision. Perhaps the only other option was squatting outside, but with her pants down and her butt on the toilet, the psychological effect was strong enough that she doubted she could even make it down the stairs.
Resolving herself to take care of business right here, Rachel attempted to relax her hold. Slowly but carefully she attempted to let go, only to quickly realize something was wrong. "Really?" she hissed under her breath. Rachel was anything but pee shy, she used the school bathrooms to go both numbers all the time, and had slept multiple times with the orange feline that now threatened to interrupt her release, yet for the life of her she could not go. Taking some deep breaths, she relaxed as much as she could until finally a quick dribble made its way past her defenses. The sound of it splashing in the bowl cut through the silence of the bathroom and unnerved her as she once again gazed at Paulo's still form. Thankfully her brief release was just enough to shake things up, and the floodgates opened a moment later.
PPPSSSSSSSHHHHHHH! Rachel quickly covered her mouth to stop a moan as her tortured bladder finally began its release. Fresh urine poured from her nethers like a fire hose, hissing as it made contact with the water already in the bowl, rapidly adding a faint yellow tint to it. "Mmmmmff..." Rachel moaned into her fist, needing some way to express her relief in a way that wouldn't cut above the sound of her gushing stream. She gazed one more time at the still-unconscious intruder, before feeling safe enough to close her eyes and enjoy the sensation of her bladder deflating.
Despite the sheer volume of pee, the sound was not as bad as she expected. Keeping her thighs tightly closed helped a lot, muting the splashing in the pool below her, though loud enough that someone standing outside the door might be able to hear. The volume refused to waver for several seconds; though peeing as hard as she could, her bladder was so full that fully emptying it took close to a minute. Incredibly relieved, but growing used to the feeling, Rachel sighed as she rested her hands in her lap and softly bit her lip as she savored being empty again.
In her bliss, Rachel failed to notice a sudden stirring happening mere inches from her. "Rach?" A quiet voice spoke, just loud enough for her to notice. She gasped, fear cutting off her stream instantly as she whirled to face Paulo, the two locking their wide eyes.
Paulo slowly woke to two things: a pounding headache, and a strange sound of running water. As he opened his eyes to find one of his best friends using the toilet, the first melted away, and without thinking, he announced his presence. As the tension in the air became thick enough to cut with a knife, Paulo's alcohol-muddled neurons finally fired in just the right way for him to realize he was not welcome five minutes ago.
"FUCK, SORRY!" He yelled, hurriedly shielding his eyes and picking himself up off the bathroom floor. That latter part didn't go so well as he found his legs to be half asleep, causing him to trip and slam against the floor before managing to properly stand up and bolt for the exit. He paused at the door frame to turn around and awkwardly wave to her. "Sorrybabe, greatpartyseeyaaround!" he fired off, before sprinting downstairs towards the front door.
Still on the toilet, Rachel watched the door with a thousand yard stare, listening as Paulo bumbled his way downstairs, cursing and banging against furniture. Upon hearing the door slam, Rachel remained still for a moment longer before uncontrollable laughter took her. |
Make-way Model
(Pic unrelated, no pregnancy in this story)
Aaaaand, there! Perfect!
Sandy smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she finished brushing a lock of black hair and let it fall around her shoulder. Another day, another photoshoot to attend. Such was the life of a model. She'd barely woken up a few minutes ago, and was already stuck in front of the bathroom mirror beautifying herself, mostly on the insistence of her mom. Thankfully the hair was the hard part, and that was all done. Reaching for a tube of lipstick, Sandy leaned forward to apply it.
As she leaned in to dress her lips, Sandy felt a sudden uncomfortable pressure down where the bathroom counter pressed against her abdomen. With a frown she pulled back, realizing in her hurry to get ready she hadn't gotten a chance to pee yet, and her body was finally catching up.
Sandy leaned in once more, being mindful of where she placed her lower body this time, and quickly applied the lipstick. Grabbing her bow, she swiftly fixed her hair and applied the accessory, before stepping over to the toilet to lift the lid. Spinning around, she began to undo the button on her skirt, only to be interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.
"Sandra! Are you done yet? We have to get going!"
Sandy jumped. Already? "Uh, almost, I just have to-"
"Whatever it is, it can wait!" her mom cut back. "We're going to be late!"
Retrieving her phone from her pocket, Sandy checked the time and grimaced. She hadn't realized how much time she'd spent here already. "Uhh okay mom, but can I ju-"
"No buts! I'm going to go get the car started," came the final reply before her mom's shoes clattered away.
Feeling her bladder ache, Sandy had half a mind to drop her underwear and go anyway, but she had already upset her mom enough for the day. Sighing, she left the bathroom and hurriedly gathered together everything she needed for the photoshoot, before hurrying downstairs and out the front door where her mom had already backed out of the garage. After locking the front door she hopped in the passenger seat and began strapping herself in as her mom immediately started backing out.
As they set off down the road, Sandy was immediately treated to a short lecture by her mom, first a quick scolding for not being punctual, followed by a lecture of what was expected of her at this specific photoshoot. It was a much more high-profile photoshoot than the ones she was used to; she'd be on the cover of a famous regional fashion magazine. What was expected of her was pretty straightforward, as it wasn't her first job like this, what was relevant to her predicament though was an emphasis on being punctual, as being even a minute late would be noticed. That, and she wouldn't be allowed to leave till it was over. Realization began to set in as she regretted not putting aside time for a toilet break.
The rest of the car ride was painfully quiet, as Sandy wallowed in regret. Her bladder was unusually full, and the bumps in the road began to get to her. It was roughly a half hour drive to the modeling firm, and according to the firm, she had to be ready in that amount of time. She had planned on peeing when she got there, and indeed would have to, she just hoped there would be ample time to relieve herself upon arrival. She valued her job, and dared not upset her mom, but there was no way she could hold this for an entire photoshoot.
With phone in one hand, and the other subtly pressing against her crotch, Sandy began increasingly nervous as they approached their destination, time becoming increasingly tight. Thankfully her mom was content to drop her off at the front of the building before going to find parking. Grabbing a small bag of necessities, Sandy hurried up the steps, feeling her bladder throb with every step, but not having much choice in the matter. Arriving at the receptionist's desk, she once again checked her phone. 2 minutes to go. Too close for comfort, but theoretically enough time.
"H-hello, appointment with Mr. Wake?" Sandy huffed.
The receptionist looked up. "Sandra, correct?"
"Yes."
"Down the hall to my right, third door on the left."
"Th-thank you. Also d-do you know where there's a bathroom?"
The receptionist pointed to a bathroom door she had missed on the way in. Sandy thanked her and hurried off towards it. Feeling her bladder throb, she began openly grabbing herself as she burst through the door, rushing towards the nearest stall. There was no one else in the bathroom and she was being rushed in more ways than one, and thus decided not to waste precious seconds closing the door. She'd be on full display if someone happened to walk in, but right now she needed to go.
With a whine, Sandy popped the button on her skirt and tore down her undergarments, feeling herself start to leak as she hovered her butt above the toilet. The floodgates opened and she fell upon the edge of the toilet with a strained sigh, a loud clattering echoing below her as she began gushing pee into the modeling firm toilet. The ache in her bladder subsided as she flooded the bowl with fresh urine, while the sounds of her relief echoed off the walls of the whole bathroom.
Despite the euphoria of relief, Sandy was still in a hurry. Ripping off some toilet paper to have ready, she whipped out her phone and checked the time. The two minutes had already elapsed and she was due to be in the manager's office right now. A fearful chill ran down her spine, but her bladder was still full and she was greedy for relief. She strained, hoping to hurry it along, and while the hissing of her pee intensified, it did little to actually help. The minute ticked over seconds before the last drops fell out, leaving her to quickly dry her crotch and redress herself, before hurrying out of the bathroom without even flushing or washing her hands.
Remembering the instructions from earlier, Sandy practically ran down the hall, slowing down only at the door to her manager to compose herself before calmly stepping inside. "Hello Mr. Wake! Sorry I'm late!"
Sitting at a desk on the other side of the room, her manager looked up and immediately waved his hand. "Ah, don't worry Miss Sandra, a minute late is nothing to be sorry about, traffic's bad today anyway. If anything, you're early..."
Sandy struggled not to scream. |
Movie Night Mishap
"Whole theater to ourselves again?" Oh Amaya, you do know how to pull some strings."
Sue and Amaya chuckled to each other in the empty lobby of the Roseville Cinema. It was late on a Monday night, with practically no one around, and closing time soon; an opportunity Amaya had used to convince her father, the theater manager, to reserve one of the screens for the two friends to have a movie night. With buckets of popcorn, extra-large drinks, and some candy in hand, the two sauntered down the theater hallway to the big screen.
Amaya had only recently gotten off work, and still wore her theater outfit out of laziness. The last minutes of her shift had been spent getting everything in order while she waited for Sue to arrive, the rest had been left to her coworker, Emma, who she quickly waved to as they walked down the hall.
Arriving at a screening room at the end of the hall, the two friends hurried inside and took their seats right in the middle of the room. Close enough to see all the action without being too close. With plenty of room and the assurance that someone else would clean it up later, the two did all they could to get as comfy as possible in the reclining leather seats, watching and waiting as the lights grew dark and the film began without delay.
"No previews either? Sweet!" Sue grinned, eliciting a smile from Amaya.
As the introduction began to roll, the two friends began to dig into their snacks. The film in question was a romcom that had previewed a week ago to lukewarm reviews. Not the first choice for a movie night, but the premise was interesting enough, and the empty theater meant they could spend more time laughing and making fun of the absurdity on screen than any of the actual jokes.
Per usual, most of the snacks and drinks were consumed in the first half of the film. The candy was the first to go, with half of the salty popcorn consumed afterwards to counter the overwhelming sweet, finally followed by soda to quench the thirst. Soon they were both sick of the taste, only occasionally snacking or sipping past the film's halfway point. The film itself was enjoyable, though nothing special, and would certainly be forgotten before long. For the time being though, it provided them with a source of laughter and a distraction from the school day they had to look forward to tomorrow.
As a scene with particularly bad acting finished on screen and the film began to enter the final stretch, Sue reached for her soda. Finding mostly bubbles she realized, with some surprise, she had consumed the entire thing. Leaning forward to drop it into the empty popcorn bucket at her feet, she felt an uncomfortable squeezing in her abdomen. To no surprise, she needed to pee. Certainly not an uncommon occurrence when seeing a movie, but she normally didn't drink an entire extra-large soda, and only accepted it upon Amaya's insistence. A trip to the bathroom after the movie was in order, as holding this till she got home would be foolish, if not impossible.
Though there was no reason to bring it up now, Sue suspected (and was indeed correct) that Amaya was in the same boat. Amaya had also gotten herself an extra large, and while she couldn't handle drinking the whole thing, she also had neglected to take a toilet break before the movie, though that was mostly due to not having any urges. Work and school meant Amaya had much more experience holding, though she would also need to relieve herself first thing after the movie was over.
For the time being, bathroom urges were forgotten as the film entered its climax. Despite some questionable jokes and dialogue, the final few scenes had some surprisingly competent storytelling. The last few minutes contained some surprising amount of action. Sue was literally on the edge of her seat, though half of it was due to trying to subtly grab herself; her bladder was filling faster than she expected.
With the final scene fading away to credits, Sue quickly stood up to stretch her legs and arms. This was quickly abandoned as her new posture and movements put undue stress on her bladder, causing a grimace. "Well, that was actually pretty good, thanks again Amaya!" Sue announced, rubbing her thighs together. "Now then, I really gotta use the bathroom, you coming?"
Amaya nodded vigorously as she stood up, feeling a bit rushed herself. Being less rushed than Sue though, Amaya began picking up the empty drinks and candy wrappers left on the seats. "Er, could we come back for those?" Sue pleaded, "I uh, actually gotta go pretty bad..."
With an understanding look, Amaya nodded, leading the way back to the main lobby as Sue scurried after. Each step jiggled her bladder, though she managed to keep a natural gait as they came to the lobby and made a beeline for the bathrooms. The two were about to step inside and make a dash for a stall, only to have their hopes crushed as the door mysteriously refused to budge.
"Damn it! Locked? Really?" Sue whined, feeling her bladder protest. "I think your coworker forgot we're here...Amaya, you have a key right?"
Feeling a bit worried now herself, Amaya produced a keychain from her back pocket that had been given to every employee. On it were a disturbing number of keys, some of which were missing their label, and would take way too long to go through. She did recognize one though, and upon closely inspecting it, showed it to Sue. Labeled "employee bathroom" it might just prove to be their salvation. Amaya hurried off, Sue right behind, and both now openly grabbing themselves.
Behind the refreshments counter, through a door, and down the hall a ways was the employee break room. This too was locked, but the key for it also happened to be labeled. Inside was a modest kitchen area, with some couches, and a bathroom door in the corner. Their goal apparent, the two burst through the door to find a cramped bathroom with only a single toilet.
Amaya had known of this, but Sue did not. "Ohhhhhh, really? C-can you hold it Amaya?" Sue asked. A worthless question as she was already greedily approaching the toilet. "Cause I c-can't!" Lifting the seat, Sue swung her butt around and slammed herself down, sighing loudly as a loud clattering began to echo from the porcelain throne.
"Yesss..." Sue moaned, a smile of relief on her face as her bladder started gushing into the waters below. The clattering became a hiss as she sprayed the toilet, her bladder deflating with a feeling of bliss. Realizing what she was doing though, she looked up to see Amaya worriedly looking at her. "R-right, sorry Amaya. Couldn't hold it any longer. You gonna be alright?"
Amaya hesitantly nodded. She could still hold it a while longer, but the sounds of Sue's relief were starting to wear on her mentally, and she began slowly dancing from leg to leg. Sue hardly noticed, still peeing furiously. Resting her hands in her lap, Sue allowed herself to close her eyes as the dull ache in her bladder faded away. The sounds of urination echoed off the bathroom walls for close to a minute, followed by a dreamy sigh and the sound of toilet paper ripping. Drying her crotch, Sue finally stood up, leaving the toilet for her friend. "All yours Amaya."
Having already undone her pants for this moment, Amaya gratefully dashed past Sue, swiftly tearing down her theater outfit bottomwear and planting her small striped butt on the edge of the toilet. Letting out a rare vocalization of relief, the orange tabby began to empty her bladder as well, mouth hanging open in a smile as her pee splashed into the toilet with half the volume, yet the same intensity of Sue's stream moments before. For anyone else this would be embarrassing, but the two were good enough friends and this was a fairly common occurrence, though rarely with this level of desperation.
While her friend relieved herself, Sue went over to the sink to wash her hands. The weak pouring of the faucet was overshadowed by the sounds coming from the toilet just a meter away, which persisted long after Sue finished. Where Sue had peed close to a minute, Amaya easily went over. She could hold an impressive amount if need be, and this was no exception. Sue leaned against the wall, averting her gaze while she waited for Amaya to finish. As Amaya's stream drew to a close, she too dried her crotch, then reached behind to flush the toilet before pulling her pants up.
"Sorry again Amaya, feel better now though?" Sue asked, receiving a vigorous nod in response. Chuckling, Sue waited for Amaya to wash her hands as well before they left the bathroom to go help Amaya lock up before they left. They could not shake the feeling they had forgotten something, but figured it wasn't important, and was someone else's problem anyway. |
Rule 63 of Blackouts:
KAA-BOOOOOOOOOOMM!!!
"Ahhhh!" Paula yelled as she shot up in her bed, woken suddenly by a tremendous boom not unlike a bomb going off. The house vibrated from the shockwave. Heart racing, Paula frantically looked around the pitch black bedroom, wondering if war had been declared while she was asleep. It wasn't until her eyes settled on the window, where she realized the more likely source of the sound. A sudden flash of lighting illuminated the room and the torrential downpour outside. The much softer thunderclap that soon followed finally reassured her of what really happened.
"Goddammit..." Paula mumbled, carefully laying back down in her bed. Hoping the thunder that woke her to be an exception to the many she had slept through so far, she pulled the covers back over herself and tried to return to sleep while she let the rhythm of the pouring rain soothe her nerves. She closed her eyes...
...And reopened them a second later. For some reason this position was uncomfortable. Paula rolled on her side, but found it didn't help. It took her a second to realize, but the sudden movement had agitated something in her lower body. The Somali girl quietly groaned and rubbed her thighs. Ugh, of course...
Slowly getting back up, Paula grimaced as she felt her full bladder stretch and strain as she sat up in her bed. No way I can sleep like this. And of course it was raining. This was not her night. Needing to take care of business sooner rather than later, she cautiously threw her legs over the side of the bed and reached to where she knew the light switch was.
Paula found herself quite confused when the room was no bathed in light. Flicking it a few more times produced the same result. A blackout too? Uggghhhh! Her tail swished around nervously as she pondered what to do. She was too poor to have a phone, but she kept a flashlight under her bed for emergencies like this. Unfortunately she never considered how she'd actually find it with the lights out, and her bladder was too full to waste time digging around. Whatever, I know this house. Bathroom's just down the hall. Paula finally stood up, feeling her abdomen ache with the sudden shift. Cmon, gotta pee.....
Making it to the doorway was the easy part. As she stepped out into the hallway, barely able to see, the bathroom suddenly seemed far away. Paula knew the house well enough, but now she had to navigate her way down the hall, with nothing but her sense of touch, and a good enough idea of the hallway to guide her.
With one hand pressed tightly against her panties, Paula squeezed her groin and used her free hand to guide her along the wall. She moved quickly and carelessly at first due to her haste, only to stop as she wondered what would happen if her foot met something laying in the hallway. If she tripped, it was over. She carefully probed the area in front of her with her feet, before inching forward.
For a few agonizing minutes, Paula slowly crept her way towards the bathroom. Half of what she could think of was how much she needed to pee, a need growing worse by the second now that she was awake and moving, and the constant pounding of rain on the roof did nothing to help. She quickly moved along, sweeping the floor with her foot, before stepping forward, sliding her hand along the wall and taking note of how many doors she passed. Every so often a thunderclap would ring out, but the lack of any windows in the hallway denied her much-needed illumination.
At long last, Paula found the open door to what she knew was the bathroom. Hurrying inside, she began carefully stepping over to the toilet, still sweeping the ground in front of her each time. When her foot touched something solid, she groped around in front of her, feeling the familiar form of the toilet. Finding something to be slightly off, she wrapped her fingers around a thin object and listened to the resulting clunk as she lifted the seat cover. That could've been bad.
Satisfied, and feeling ready to burst, Paula stood up, twirled around, and threw down her panties as she carefully planted her orange cheeks upon the porcelain throne. A deep sigh escaped her lips as her folds parted and she began immediately gushing urine into the toilet, her bladder unable to wait for her to adjust herself. "Finally...." she whispered, leaning forward on the toilet and biting her lip in ecstasy as her fears and worries of the night drained away into the toilet, with a sound that rivaled the pouring rain outside.
While the dull ache in her abdomen blissfully faded away, Paula reached for some toilet paper in preparation to dry her crotch. Her probing finally found an empty cardboard roll, to which she cursed under her breath. Twisting around on the toilet, she carefully felt for a spare roll on the back of the toilet, or lying somewhere on the floor nearby, but found nothing. Not in the mood to drip dry...hmmm.
A bad idea suddenly crossed her mind. It would be a bit gross, but at this point she just wanted to get back to bed. Paula carefully removed her panties from around her legs, bunched them up, and grimaced as she pressed the fabric against her crotch. She grimaced, but the underwear did the job well. Pinching it delicately, she finally sat up from the toilet, feeling refreshed, and began carefully making her way out of the bathroom.
Making it back without the pressure of a full bladder was considerably easier, albeit just as slow. When she finally got back to her bedroom, she felt around for her laundry pile and discarded the damp underwear. A flash of lightning illuminated the room a second later, to a bit of annoyance, but the reminder of the room's layout let her swiftly return to bed. As she pulled the covers over her, Paula finally relaxed and waited for sleep to take her. |
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