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This is a sequel to 'Things that happen during the night'. That one can be read here: http://omorashi.org/...ring-the-night/ This story involves male desperation and wetting. Also a lot of romance and such, so don't read if you don't like that.
Miss, please!
It had been several weeks after our trip to London. School had started again and we had to work hard, for the exams were getting closer and closer. I was quite nervous about it, for I didn’t study enough. I just couldn’t concentrate on my work. In class I often fell asleep or I just started daydreaming. This mostly happened during English class, because Amy was my teacher. After what had happened we hadn’t really talked anymore. The sex was great, but I didn’t think we would get into a relationship together. She was way too old.
Today’s subject wasn’t too interesting. Amy interested me, but the rain that splashed against the windows interested me as well. I dreamed about having sex with Amy in the rain. It seemed like a brilliant something. Secretly it made my cock twitch a bit. I rested my hand on my crotch, just to make sure nobody would notice I was getting turned on. Another reason I rested my hand on my crotch, was that I needed to pee quite badly. I already needed to go before English class started, but I decided I would be able to wait. Extremely stupid, because if I couldn’t wait, I would be in trouble. Amy would never allow me to use the bathroom during class. Or would she? I decided to try and just ask. I raised my hand and waited until Amy turned to me.
‘’Miss, may I go to the lavatory, please?’’
The question was asked in my most polite way. For a moment she looked at me in a special way. I wondered what she was thinking. Was she thinking back to the days we had sex in London? Or was she planning on some new events? I hoped for both actually. Though, at the moment, I also hoped she would just allow me to use the bathroom. My bladder started to hurt pretty badly!
‘’Liam, I am sure you can wait until the end of class.’’
That’s that. She turned back to her lecture again and left me sitting there with my legs pressed to each other. I really had to go!
Time ticked by. I tried to concentrate, but failed. Amy told us we had to study our English words, because we would get an important test in about two weeks. While staring at my words, I wondered how long class would take. I carefully took my mobile phone out of my pocket to see what time it was.
‘’Liam, what are you doing?’’
Amy was hovered over my desk and had her eyes fixed on mine. Then she looked at my mobile phone. I was flabbergasted. She wouldn’t take my phone from me now, would she?
‘’Give me your phone, please. And see me after class, I want to have a word with you.’’
Sighing I handed over my phone and crossed my legs after that. At least I knew what time it was now. It would take another ten minutes until class would end. Sadly enough Amy wanted to see me after class, so I at least had to wait about twenty minutes until I would be excused. Luckily this was my last period, so I didn’t have to be on time in another lesson. I would have loads of time to relieve my bladder after this.
The bell rang. I was frozen in my seat. I felt like I would pee my pants as soon as I would stand. When everybody had left, I was still sitting there. Amy closed the door of the room and coughed. When I looked up, she stood there smiling. She was playing with my mobile phone. Hopefully she wouldn’t drop it.
‘’Nice phone you have here…’’
‘’It is. Can I have it back, please?’’
Amy grinned and walked towards her desk. She put the phone on it and walked over to my desk. My bladder was screaming to be released. Carefully I crossed my legs the other way and rested my hands on my crotch. This time I secretly pinched on the end of my cock, hoping it would release some of the pressure. It helped for a few seconds, but then my need became even worse. I felt a spurt of pee travel down my penis. Before I could register it, I felt my boxer shorts became wet. I was wearing red ones today. Silently I cursed, but I was sure Amy had heard me.
‘’Miss, please, I have to pee really urgently. Can I have my phone back and leave?’’
Again that intimidating smile of her! It started to frustrate me to no end. Carefully I got up. Another spurt of pee escaped, but after that I felt in control again. I would get my phone back after this. First, I had to pee like mad. If I didn’t get to a toilet now, I would completely lose it. Quickly I walked to the door. Before I could open it, Amy grabbed me and pushed me against her. I couldn’t fight it. I wanted her to touch me.
‘’Liam, can you hang on for another twenty minutes?’’
‘’Uhm, maybe…’’
‘’Good, come with me… And don’t forget to act normal.’’
She opened the door of the classroom, grabbed her stuff and together we walked out. We walked out of the building. While doing so, I had a hard time containing my need to urinate. Once I had to grab myself because I thought I might lose it. Amy walked towards a car, opened it and commanded me to get in. I sat down in the passengers-seat next to her and we drove away. I didn’t know where we were going and I didn’t care, as long as there was a toilet available. Something else to relieve myself would be fine as well. A tree would do.
I was sweating like mad during our little car trip. My bladder was hurting terribly and I felt helpless. Amy was completely in control now, because she was driving. If she wanted to continue driving, she would. But she couldn’t. I was about to pee in her car!
‘’Miss, please… Can you stop, like now? I’m going to pee myself!’’
‘’Don’t worry, we’re almost there.’’
I grabbed my penis and hoped that almost would really mean almost. At that moment, the car stopped in front of a house. We arrived at her place I supposed. She got out of the car and I also tried to get out. When I set foot out of the car, I felt I lost control. Pee started to spurt out of my penis. I moaned and tears welled up in my eyes. I wasn’t able to move. Amy grabbed me and took me inside, while my pants got more and more wet. When she closed the door of her house behind us, I was peeing my jeans full-force. Soon I was standing in a puddle of urine. It smelled terribly and I felt like a complete fool.
‘’Liam, come with me.’’
Amy talked to me in a polite way. She probably felt a bit awkward as well. Slowly I followed her into a room. I left a trail of pee, but I couldn’t be too bothered. It was her fault I pissed my jeans. Soon we arrived at her bathroom. There was a bathtub, a toilet and a shower. All were made out of white porcelain. It all looked very luxurious.
‘’You can take a shower here. Towels are in the drawer next to the bathtub. Make yourself comfortable.’’
I nodded, kicked my shoes of and started to undo my trousers. When I dropped the wet fabric on the floor, Amy picked them up. I turned around and looked up at her. My boxer shorts were soaking wet. I noticed she looked at them before she looked at my face.
‘’Can you take them off, please? I want to wash them.’’
Immediately I took my underwear off and handed it over. She then walked out of the bathroom. I threw my shirt on the floor, took a towel out of the closet and then stepped into the shower. I sighed deeply and let the stress wash off my shoulders.
Soon Amy was with me in the bathroom again. She walked over to the toilet, lifted her skirt, dropped her panties and sat down. Then she started peeing. Immediately I got hard. Because I was in the shower, I let my right hand fist my cock and started stroking myself. It didn’t take very long to get to an orgasm. When I came all over myself, amy flushed the toilet and walked over to the shower. She opened the glass door and smiled at me. I turned off the tap and she handed me a towel. I wrapped myself in it and stepped out of the shower. Amy wrapped her arms around me and kissed my neck. She dried me with the towel and put my shirt back on. Together we walked towards her living room. It was a rather cozy room with a lot of dark colors. I liked it. There stood a black couch. On it laid animal-printed plaids. Also she had a huge television and a cute table in front of it.
‘’Want to watch a movie?’’
I had to laugh a bit; for it was rather awkward I didn’t have pants on. Together we sat down on the couch. She wrapped one of the plaids around me and held me close to her body. We drank tea and watched a romantic comedy we picked out together. Soon Amy handed over my phone again so I could tell my parents I would stay at a friend’s house that night.
I fell asleep on the couch. Nothing spectacular happened that night. I actually didn’t feel like it, so I was glad nothing happened. When I woke up next morning, my boxer short and jeans were laying on the table next to the couch. Carefully I got up and put the clean and dry boxer short and jeans on. She obviously washed them.
I walked towards the bathroom to relieve my bladder. My morning pee always had been rather urgent. Of course I had a hard one as well, but that mostly would pass if I didn’t think about it too much. I wondered where Amy was.
After I relieved myself, I walked towards the kitchen. Amy was standing there, boiling eggs. Brilliant Saturday-morning… I stared at her for a while. She then turned around and smiled at me. I walked over and kissed her, for I couldn’t resist.
We had breakfast after that and I felt perfect. I hoped this would happen more often. Of course this was all very surreal, but I liked it. I longed for more days like this. |
It has been awhile since I've written anything fetish related. It may not seem like it, because Once in a Blue Moon was posted just the other day, but that was actually written months ago! Well, without further ado, and starring the same character from a different story I wrote a WHILE back, and based on a real girl: The Many Stories of Samantha.
There really is something to be said about a shy girl. The delicate stereotype seems to leave them vulnerable and mysterious. It creates a homely sense of taboo. They are a safe venture into the unknown: reserved, cautious, and most importantly at one's whim. Although, there is also a bit to be said about the outgoing females, or as I call them: "women." The typically exhibited independence and strength - no matter how meager - can often prove reassuring to the defensive male.
But in all my generalization, there is one type of girl that I find even more enticing. There is a rare hybrid of people; they're both shy and outgoing, exhibiting both qualities in the most charming of ways. If there was a single word to describe these romantics, I would use it, but in its absence, I will simply say "Samantha"; for she was the first of them I ever knew.
She was slim, her behind somewhat lacking, but her chest in a delightful middle-ground between small and large. Long, black hair draping down to her shoulders; dark green eyes bringing balance to her upfront attitude and teasing nature; pale white skin granting an almost divine glow by a perfect tan; and if that wasn't enough, a sense of style - both modest and arousing.
I was only fourteen when I met her. She was my best-friend's sister, and as soon as I laid my eyes on her smooth and welcoming face, I felt immense attraction - as well as intimidation. I had spent most of my youth traveling around due to uncertain living conditions, and like many kids who traveled a lot, I was not particularly comfortable with the ladies. I suppose I was much like a "shy girl" myself, simply without the benefits of actually being female.
Her outward aggression didn't help my trepidation, either. She wasn't abusive, but she was an eighteen year old girl being an eighteen year old woman, and because of this, her words could often sting. Much like her father, she could be sarcastic, belligerent, stubborn; but it was never done in a truly hostile matter. As I grew used to her and as I grew older, I slowly started to "get it." As my understanding increased, so did my attraction.
Now, as I said before, she had a rather tantalizing sense of style; by this I mean that she was runner and often dressed like one. She would laze around in thin, cotton shorts, stopping just at her upper-thigh; and while her shirts were mostly plain - cotton tees sometimes embroided with a pocket or decorated with a design - there were a few exceptions where she could be seen in something else, and in one particular instance, without something else. But I digress.
I remember my friend talked for years about getting a pool, and when he finally did, we were both ecstatic. We lived in the hot and humid area of central Florida, deep in the suburbs where the vacation ends and the family life begins. It was an above-ground pool so we were somewhat limited in what we could do, but two young boys with raw, ignorant imaginations were not to be stopped so easily. There was also the matter of Samantha. Given her outgoing nature, it wasn't too large a stretch that she would join us one of those hot days and I would finally have the pleasure of seeing her in a bikini. Despite how frivolous that may sound, it was a grand thought to me - a young boy.
I can say with regret that this never happened, and I do somewhat suspect my friend to be to blame. He knew of my crush on his sister, most likely since I talked openly to him about how gorgeous she was, and he disapproved. He had told me specifically that his sister would not ever be joining us, nor would she ever be coming out in a bikini. I still had hope, since he had no way of stopping her, but in retrospect, it appears I underestimated him, since she never did join us. Although his powers were not all-controlling, since I did at a later date get the privilege of seeing her in bikini bottoms, and potentially in the most provocative way possible.
To quickly tell the tale, I had been invited over to watch the new Harry Potter movie, The Goblet of Fire. His family had already watched it, so it was just me and my friend. But as you have probably already guessed, we were not the only ones in the house; his sister was present back in her room. At some point in the movie, she came out, and visible to me was only a long, white t-shirt. My eyes casually drifted over to her when I suspected no one was watching me, and much to my supreme delight she stretched, most likely trying to taunt me with her devilish sex appeal like she loved to do, and her shirt raised. That was when I saw her in dark-red bikini bottoms, decorated with what I believe were flower designs.
There was one particular day, some type of special event or celebration, and while I'm not sure what it was, I knew it was going on, since Samantha's parents had allowed her to drink. Even though she was twice as intimidating drunk then she was sober, I found great amusement in the idea; of course, at that age I didn't truly understand the effects drinking could have. I simply found comical amusement in the thought, rather than physical. My friend and I were swimming in the pool, having a good time, using our imaginations and the various inflatables around us, when Samantha came outside. She was in a playful mood, and she made drunken conversation with us. It was a bit awkward and somewhat tense, but she was too inebriated to tell. Unlike my friend, I didn't particularly mind. Simply looking at her perfect face was a delight; swimming in those deep, green eyes.
There is something I neglected to state about her disposition, though. Her actions were a bit off, her arm seemed to wrap gently around her stomach as she sat on the pool-latter, bare feet in the pool water, her free-hand sometimes drifting between her legs. I noticed between her threats to kill us if we splashed water on her, that her legs were almost never still. I don't know how obvious her potential need for the toilet would have been for the average person, nor do I know how obvious it was for my friend, but it was apparent to me, and beneath the water I hid my arousal: the waves contorting images, masking my shame.
Their father walked outside, somewhat drunken as well. He spoke loudly to her across the lawn, making joking conversation: asking her why she was out with us and not inside with them. As she fended him off, and between the glances of my friend, I couldn't help but stare intently at her deep, red, running shorts. I fantasized about a wave rising just a bit too high and soaking the pool-latter with water. It would soak the bottoms of her shorts, creating the image she had wet herself, feeding my imagination and desires. I pictured her suddenly losing control of her swollen bladder, soaking the shorts herself, a small stream of urine dripping into the pool.
When their dad finally retreated into the house to mingle with the other guests, she directed her attention back over to us. There wasn't much left to say at that point, and I wondered why she had come out at all; although attempting to understand the drunk was a foolish endeavor. There was a long silence, and I feared that she was going to go back inside, but before she had a chance, something miraculous happened: a beetle had landed on the shoulder of my friend - whom is a male - sending him into a quick fit of girlish screams and sporadic movement. Both his sister and I fell into a fit of laugter. I looked up at her shorts and hoped to see that some water had splashed there in the discord, but much to my disappointment, she was quite dry.
I did, however, notice that she held her bottle of alcohol close to her, and her free hand pressed down on her lower area. I wondered to what extent she was desperate, but I didn't have much a chance to wonder. I heard a slight hissing sound come from an undisclosed location as she let out a sudden gasp - red faced and laughing hysterically. Her legs were spread just a few inches, just enough for me to suddenly see the crotch of her shorts quickly darken. The hissing sound stopped as her legs closed, but it quickly restored, this time slightly louder. She sat in front of me - the object of my love and desire - peeing uncontrollably into her tight, skimpy shorts; then, I saw it: a small stream of urine began to fall into the pool, the dripping sound and the hiss she exhibited covered by nothing more than the quiet, breathless laughter of us all.
The hissing lasted only a few seconds, but they were quite possibly the greatest seconds of my life. There was no lingering sense of regret that seems to come with age and attach itself to all joys; no, there was only bliss and ecstasy. When we had all calmed down, the urine rolling off into the pool had slowed significantly, and she gingerly stood up, taking precautions not to fall in her drunken stupor. I couldn't peel my eyes away from the dark mark on the shorts. There was a steady dripping of urine coming from the shorts as she stood before us, unsure of what to do.
She told us not to tell anybody it happened, and while I'm not sure my friend would keep his lips sealed, I intended too - at least until now. She stood up on the latter and faced away from us. As she climbed down it, I admired how her wet shorts clung sensually to her butt and gave me a rather good view of its shape. She placed her bottle down next to the puddle of urine, in a small area of dryness on the latter, and submerged herself in the cold water. She soon resurfaced, and as she held herself tightly to ward off the icy chill of the water, I inadvertently caught a glance of her chest. Her shirt was a dark green, and much like the shorts had to her butt, it clung tightly to her bosom. I could easily make out the shape of her breasts in surprising detail; her bra simultaneously diluting and enhancing the image.
After she had gotten herself thoroughly soaked and her clothes washed out, she headed to the latter and washed off the urine. She then - leaving us far too soon! - climbed up the steps to head back inside and change. I watched as the shorts, now heavy, nearly slipped downward: unfortunately, she caught them just in time and I was unable to catch a glimpse of her butt or underwear. It didn't matter much, though. I had already been blessed with so much, and I was further blessed with getting to watch her leave the pool, a waterfall running off the pants, pouring conveniently from the crotch area of the shorts - further stimulating the imagination of a young boy.
I've had many more encounters with Samantha over the years; that was merely the first. Not all of them involved urine, and some were simply arousing for other reasons. Maybe I will get around to telling some more... |
Sorry for the delay - here is Chapter 3!
For anybody who's new to the story or has forgotten because it's so long since I posted Chapter 2, you might want to go back and read the first two chapters to find out what happened, but the situation is that Izzy (11) and Anna (9) have their cousins Ellen (12) and Max (14) staying at their house for a few weeks.
(Admin - is there a way that I can merge the three chapters I've posted separately into one topic, so that I can just keep posting new chapters into that topic as I write them like most stories on here?)
Please let me know any comments or ideas for the next chapter!
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Izzy and Ellen went back into their room to get ready for bed. As Ellen put on her nightie, she noticed that Izzy was wearing regular pyjamas. She instinctively felt a little self-conscious and tried to tug the hem of her nightie down. She was always trying to make sure her older cousin liked her, and she worried that maybe Izzy would think she was a baby because she wasn't wearing pyjamas.
Outside in the corridor, they could hear Anna's parents giving her a big telling off. Izzy felt sorry for her little sister, she knew she'd get in a lot of trouble now and would probably get a spanking as punishment. She thought about saying something about it, or maybe trying to make a joke to seem cool, but she figured that Ellen probably wouldn't want to talk about accidents right now after what had happened in the car.
Just as they were starting to get into bed, Max came into the room. Seeing that he was out of the shower, Izzy went out into the hall to use the toilet. As she did, her mom came out of her parents' room, where Anna was about to be given her spanking.
"I thought you were in bed."
"I will be in a minute. I'm just going to the toilet - I thought you'd prefer I go now rather than waiting until you've given Anna another wash."
"Okay, be quick, then straight to bed."
Relieved that her mom hadn't tried to send her back to bed, she hurried into the bathroom. Lifitng up her nightie and sitting down on the toilet, she pushed out a few small streams of pee. She hadn't needed to go much, but she had learned by now that it was definitely best that she try to use the toilet before bed. Once she was done, she went back into her room and got into the double bed where Ellen was already lying.
Not too long later, after her second bath, Anna came in and quickly got into bed. They were all lying there quietly when Izzy and Anna's parents opened the door to say goodnight, then turned off the hall light and went back to the lounge. None of them said anything for a while and they were starting to drift off to sleep when Max spoke up:
"You'd better not wet the bed Ellen - I bet Aunt Mary would be pretty mad if her 12 year old niece pissed herself and then wet the bed in her first day here."
"Shut up Max, you know I don't wet the bed." Ellen blushed a little, but nobody could see in the dark, and she was pleased that she'd managed to sound like she hadn't been bothered by what Max had said.
"You seemed pretty concerned to make sure you peed just before bed every night when we went camping with Mom and Dad last month."
"That was only because we weren't allowed to use the toilet during the night, normally I wouldn't care."
"Yeah, but you can't go to the toilet in the night here either."
"Just go to sleep Max, you're talking rubbish."
"Just ask Izzy if you don't believe me. I can't believe you forgot that Aunt Mary and Uncle Richard don't let you out of bed at night!" He sounded triumphant. "Anyway, goodnight!"
Ellen was silent for a moment, feeling nervous. She tried to talk quietly: "Izzy, is that right?"
Izzy didn't know what to say, she hated Max being right but she hadn't thought to remind her cousin about her parents' rules. "Um, yeah. Once they've said goodnight, we're not allowed out of bed until they're up in the morning." She paused. "Is that okay?"
"Oh, um yeah, of course. I'd just forgotten. It's fine...obviously. Goodnight." Ellen did her best to sound confident. She was furious with herself for forgetting about that, but it had been ages since she'd stayed with her aunt and uncle. She tried to persuade herself that she'd be okay...she often didn't need to use the toilet during the night normally, and she hadn't had much to drink during the evening. She closed her eyes, silently praying that it wouldn't be a problem for her.
[several hours later - early in the morning.]
Ellen woke up in the dark, and immediately realised that she'd been woken by a strong urge from her bladder. Instinctively squeezing her thighs together, she was about to get out of bed when she saw from the dim light coming through the window that her cousin Izzy was sleeping beside her. After a moment's sleepy confusion, she remembered that she was staying with her aunt and uncle, and then the memories of the day before came flooding back to her - the embarrassment of her accident in the car and... her getting reminded too late that they weren't allowed out of bed for the bathroom until her aunt and uncle were awake. She squirmed nervously in the bed, keeping her legs tightly together. She had to go pretty badly and she thought it was still early. Her aunt and uncle might be asleep for a while yet.
She looked around nervously as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, but the others all seemed to be asleep still. She curled up a little to try and get some more pressure on her pee-hole, and decided that she'd just need to lie still and hold it. She must be able to do that, she told herself.
About 15 minutes went by, but Ellen was having to squirm more and more. Once or twice she'd let her hand creep down to her crotch for a quick grab to help ease the pressure. She knew she wasn't going to be able to last much longer, she had to get to the bathroom. She didn't want to admit her predicament, espcially to her younger cousin, but she knew that Izzy looked up to her and would want to do almost anything to be in her good books, including keeping this quiet. She reached out and gently rocked Izzy's shoulder.
"Izzy, wake up." She tried to whisper. "Wake up."
Slowly Izzy woke up and realised that Ellen was already awake and had woken her deliberately.
"Um hey, what's up?"
"Shhh." Ellen held her finger to her lips, not wanting Anna or Max to wake up, and then carried on whispering. "I, um...I kinda need the bathroom." She blushed a little with embarrassment as she admitted it. "Do you reckon I could just go?"
"Oh, um, right." Izzy remembered the conversation from the night before. She really wanted to help, but she knew that going to the bathroom just wasn't an option. "I'm really sorry, but no. My parents would hear you and get really mad - it's right by their bedroom and my mom is such a light sleeper. She'd catch you before you even went in. They're so strict about the rule of not wanting us up and about before they're awake."
Ellen's heart sank, and she dropped her hand to her crotch again, hoping Izzy couldn't tell what she was doing under the duvet.
"Are you going to be okay?" Izzy continued. She'd always looked up a lot to Ellen and presumed that such a grown up 12 year old would never have trouble with having to hold it. The accident in the car had come as a pretty big shock, but she still didn't expect to see Ellen urgently needing to pee again.
"Um, yeah...yeah, of course. I'll just wait." Ellen was pretty sure that she hadn't sounded confident, and she blushed even redder, so embarrassed to be having to have this conversation. "I'll just um, wait for a bit then."
They lay there in silence. Izzy was going to go back to sleep, but it was hard because Ellen was squirming around a lot next to her. Ellen put her hand back in her crotch again, gripping her pee-hole tightly, and closed her legs tightly over her hand. She tried to lie as still as she could, but it was difficult. She couldn't believe this was happening. After a few more minutes, she had to go even worse.
"Um Izzy..." She was really getting nervous now about what was going to happen. "Isn't there anything we can do to maybe get your parents to wake up sooner? What do you do if you wake up and you have to go really bad?"
Izzy felt slightly awkward when Ellen asked that. She didn't like to think about the times when she'd woken up too desperate to wait, and she really didn't want to admit it to her older cousin. "Well, um, I just hold it I guess." She thought about her parents' morning routine. "I mean, the only time they get up any earlier is if we've wet the bed. I mean if Anna's wet the bed." She corrected herself quickly.
"Does she still do that?" Ellen was desperate enough for anything that might help her out.
"Oh, yeah she does sometimes. When she does that, she goes and tells my mom or dad, and they normally get up then to come strip the bed. I'm allowed up then if I'm awake."
"Can we check?"
"Uh, I guess." Izzy was surprised by how much her cousin was pursuing this, and she realised that she must really have to pee bad.
They both slipped out of bed, Ellen managing to let go of her crotch as she did so, but still having to cross her legs and squirm as Izzy slowly pulled back Anna's duvet. She managed to pull it back without waking her, but underneath Anna was lying with her nightie up around her hips, revealing her bare crotch and a clearly dry sheet.
Seeing that she wasn't going to be saved that way, Ellen felt another pang of desperation from her bladder. She bit her lip nervously and couldn't resist reaching down and squeezing her pee-hole again, worried that she might start leaking really soon. Her mind was racing...she just couldn't wet her bed, it would be so, so embarrasing. Aunt Mary would be so mad and Max would tease her so much as well.
"Izzy, if Anna had wet the bed, would we definitely be able to leave the room?"
"Um, yeah..." Izzy wasn't sure why Ellen was still interested. "She goes and tells them when she wakes up. They sometimes tell her off in their room first, but then they come in here and have to turn the light on to strip the bed. They don't mind if I get up when they're doing that."
Ellen squirmed on the spot, desperately pressing her thighs together to stop any pee leaking out from between her legs. She knew she had no choice. She tiptoed over to the head of Anna's bed, where she was still lying with her duvet pulled back, reached out and started tickling her cousin's armpits.
Anna woke up with a start, and immediately started giggling from the tickling. "Hehehe...hey...what are you doin...hehehehe."
She squirmed around, trying to escape. But with Ellen looming over her she couldn't escape. The tickling continued.
"Hehehehe...nnnn....hehehehe....no, ple....hehehehe...please stop!" Anna struggled to get the words out as she was giggling so much, but she tried to plead with Ellen to stop as the laughter combined with her full overnight bladder was making her need to pee badly. She crossed one thigh over the other as she continued to writhe around in search of any escape from her cousin's tickling fingers.
Ellen moved one hand down to tickle Anna's stomach which had been pushed up to chest height by her squirming. But even as she focussed on what she was doing, her own bladder was still sending her urgent signals that she couldn't hold on much longer. She saw that Anna was tightly crossing her legs and knew that would make it take a lot longer for her will to give in.
"Izzy, can you grab your sister's feet? Just hold them apart."
Izzy was taken aback - she was already surprised by what Ellen was doing, but she hadn't expected to get involved herself. She looked at her little sister's face, still pleading with Ellen to stop before the tickling made her pee. Ellen ignored Anna's pleas, but even her own tightly crossed legs couldn't stop a tiny stream of pee leaking out into the crotch of her pyjamas. Mortified to be doing this in front of both her younger cousins, but knowing she had no choice, she shoved one hand down inside her pyjamas to stem the flow, while continuing to tickle with the other hand.
"Come on Izzy, what are you waiting for? Just grab her feet!"
Izzy knew she shouldn't and that it was mean, but she wanted so badly to impress Ellen. She grabbed Anna's feet, and held them both down to the mattress, forcing the 9 year old to uncross her legs.
"Hehehehehe...no...Izzy...nnn...hehehehe." Anna couldn't believe that her sister was joining in too. She writhed desperately, knowing how much trouble she'd be in if she peed in her bed. But without any way to put pressure on her pee-hole it was so hard to hold it in. She struggled as hard as she could against the older girls, lifting her bare crotch up off the mattress and trying in vain to press her thighs together to hold back from wetting herself. Then suddenly she gasped.
"Nnnn...nooooo...hehehehe...plea...hehehehe...nooooo."
A river of pee started to pour out from between her legs, immediately wetting the sheet beneath her and forming a dark spot all around her crotch. Ellen stopped tickling and Izzy let go of her feet as the stream of pee continued to flow, soaking her bed. When it finally stopped, she sat up with tears in her eyes, glaring at Izzy in particular as she stood up out of bed and pulled down her nightie to cover herself back up. Izzy stared at the floor, not wanting to meet her little sister's gaze as she headed out of the room to go tell her parents that her bed needed changing.
Ellen felt guilty too, but she had to pee so badly that she didn't think about it for too long. She still had one hand inside her pyjamas, holding herself closed as tightly as she could, but it didn't feel like enough. She had to go so, so bad. Watching the pee streaming out from between Anna's legs had not helped her own situation. She danced frantically on the spot.
"How long does it normally take before they come in once Anna's told them?"
"Um...sorry, what?" Izzy was still thinking about what they'd done to Anna, and not really paying attention. She'd made Anna pee by tickling her before, but that was only half on-purpose, and it wasn't to stop her from getting in trouble herself. But anyway, she told herself, hopefully it had shown Ellen that she was cool.
"I said how long does it normally take before your parents...oh god." Ellen felt another stream about to leak out past her hand and knew she couldn't hold on another moment. "Don't look!"
Without waiting another second, she pulled down her pyjama pants, got into Anna's bed and squatted right where her cousin had soaked it. Flushed with shame and embarrassment, but also relief, she let what felt like a waterfall of pee pour out of her, further soaking the sheet on Anna's bed. After a long while she was finished, and she quickly got out of the bed and pulled her pyjamas back on. Trying not to think about the embarrassment of what her cousin had just seen her do, she got quickly back into the double bed.
"We should be in bed shouldn't we - for when your mom or dad comes in?"
"Um, yeah, good idea. We probably should."
Izzy got back into bed and laid down next to her cousin. After a few minutes, her mom came into the room with Anna and switched on the light. She immediately saw the wet bed that her daughter had woken her up to admit to.
"Oh Anna! When are you going to stop doing this? You're far too old to still be wetting your bed."
Anna was crying with frustration and injustice. "But mom, I told you, Ellen and Izzy tickled me and made me pee. It wasn't my fault!"
"I don't care Anna, you still shouldn't be wetting your bed whatever they were doing. But is that true that you were tickling her, Izzy, and that's why she peed?" She turned to look at her older daughter.
Just as Izzy was about to say something, Ellen spoke up for her. "That's not true Aunt Mary. We were kidding around that we might tickle her or something while we were waiting for you and Uncle Richard to wake up, but when we pulled her duvet back she was already wet." Izzy nodded along, in awe of how well her cousin lied.
Anna protested, but her mom immediately silenced her. "I don't want to hear any more from you Anna, you're in big enough trouble as it is. You go wait in the bathroom while I deal with your mess." Anna left the room sulkily as her mom started to strip the bed. |
A/N: This is based on the characters from "Wicked" which- for those of you who aren't familiar with the story- is a prequel to The Wizard of Oz, centring around The Wicked Witch of the West (Elphaba) and Glinda, the Good Witch of the North. It shows how the two witches were friends and room-mates at university- and my story begins when the two visit the Emerald City for the first time to meet the Wizard of Oz.
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“Glinda, come on!” Elphaba growled, as the blonde woman paused at the window of yet another boutique.
“What’s the big hurry?” Glinda asked, pouting. Elphaba had been quite testy with her all morning- snapping at her much more frequently than she usually might- and it was beginning to irritate her. “Your appointment with the Wizard isn’t for an hour.”
“I realise that,” Elphaba said, increasing her pace so much that Glinda, with her shorter legs, had to run to keep up with her. “But we’re not there yet, and I have to use the restroom.”
Now that she mentioned it, Glinda thought, Elphaba had been looking uncomfortable for quite some time, but she had assumed it was simply nerves due to her imminent meeting with the Wizard.
“Well, perhaps we could pop into one of these boutiques and ask to use their restroom?” Glinda suggested, slowing down as her gaze wandered to the shops either side of them.
“Do you think I’m stupid, Glinda?” Elphaba asked, looking significantly displeased as she was forced to slow down and wait for her friend. “You’re only looking for a reason to go shopping while I humiliate myself by asking silly questions. No. I’ll wait until we get to the Palace and use the restrooms there.”
“As you please,” Glinda said, but then stopped walking and folded her arms as Elphaba took off once more at the same swift pace. “But you’re going to have to walk a little slower. I refuse to run anymore.”
Elphaba glared at her. “Fine,” she snapped.
It only took a little over ten minutes for them to reach the Palace, but by this time the green woman already seemed rather anxious. Her brow was heavily furrowed, her mouth a thin line of frustration, and her hand was resting on her abdomen as she marched up to one of the guards at the gate.
“I’m Elphaba Thropp,” she announced in a rush, “I have an appointment with the Wizard of Oz.”
As the guard paused to consult a roll of parchment to see whether or not she was being truthful, Glinda noticed the other woman cross her legs and bend down very slightly, squeezing her legs together. The signs were very subtle and could easily be missed by someone who wasn’t looking for them, but Glinda could tell- as she watched her friend- that Elphaba’s need to relieve herself was now very urgent.
She felt even surer of this when the green woman quickly became impatient with the guard. “Look,” she snapped, “I can assure you that I do have an appointment, otherwise I would have no reason to be present here.” Smoothly, she uncrossed her legs and then crossed them the other way.
“And I can assure you that you won’t be seeing anyone if you continue with that attitude, ma’am,” the guard answered coldly, glancing up from his list, “Even if you do have an appointment.”
“Which I do,” Elphaba insisted, placing her hand on her thigh and plucking restlessly at her dress as she shifted her feet once more.
The guard was ignoring her now, however; and a moment or two later, he rolled up his sheet of parchment and gave a brisk nod. “Follow me,” he told them.
“Finally,” Elphaba muttered, uncrossing her legs and beginning to walk obediently behind him.
Glinda noted Elphaba’s eyes moving left and right, seeking out a restroom as they walked, but other than that her long strides seemed no different than usual.
They didn’t pass by any restrooms, and before long they were brought to a brilliant green room which contained an assortment of plump armchairs and were told to wait there until the Wizard was ready to see them.
“Wait,” Elphaba said quickly, as the guard turned to leave. Her cheeks were flushed a slightly darker green than usual. “Is there a restroom we can use?”
The guard turned back to them, and Glinda thought she noticed a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “I’m afraid the Palace does not offer any restrooms for public use,” he told them curtly.
“Now hold on a clock tick,” Elphaba said, her tone conveying her annoyance, “Do you mean to tell me that we’re supposed to sit here for almost an hour without any access to restrooms?”
He was definitely smirking now, Glinda thought as she eyed the guard. “That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he said simply, and then without another word on the matter, he had gone.
“Well, that wasn’t very nice,” Glinda said sympathetically, turning to Elphaba who looked positively furious. “Let’s sit down, shall we?”
She took a seat in one of the green armchairs and after one last, livid glance at the door, Elphaba joined her.
At first Elphaba simply sat with her legs crossed, no movement save for one foot which was swinging back and forth slightly. But after about ten minutes had passed, she uncrossed her legs and began scissoring her knees back and forth, sitting up very straight. Her distress, which had been almost unnoticeable before, was very obvious now, and Glinda found herself growing worried.
“Are you going to be okay, Elphie?” she asked, the first words either of them had spoken since being left alone in the room.
“I’m going to have to be,” Elphaba snapped, “Seeing as there aren’t any lavatories in this Ozforsaken place.”
A minute or two later, she rose agitatedly to her feet and walked purposefully over to the door through which they had entered. She took the handle and turned it, but the door didn’t give. Giving a low hiss, she tried again, stepping urgently from one foot to the other and rattling the door, which was quite clearly locked.
“Elphie, what are you trying to do?” Glinda asked wearily, and Elphaba wheeled around to face her.
“He locked us in!” She accused, “Why the hell would he lock us in as though we’re damn criminals?” Elphaba looked as though she might have continued, but then her face contorted into a grimace and she wrapped one leg around the other, twisting her lower body.
“Elphie, calm down!” Glinda said, rising to her feet and raising her hands, “There’s nothing we can do-”
“Calm down?” Elphaba repeated with a bitter laugh, “Calm down? Glinda, I’m about to enter a meeting which will determine the course of my future, and all I can think about is how badly I need to use the damn restroom!”
She grabbed a fistful of dress with each hand and began pacing fitfully up and down the room. Glinda noticed her check her wristwatch and then less than a minute later, check it again. Severely worried for her now, Glinda glanced about the room. The only door was the one through which they had entered, and they had already established that it was most assuredly locked. And there was still almost half an hour until they were due to see the Wizard.
Glinda felt she should do something, but couldn’t think what, and so she simply watched helplessly as Elphaba stopped pacing and stood with her legs crossed, bobbing up and down several times. Then she uncrossed her legs and slipped her hand briefly between them, still glaring past Glinda at the door.
“Miss Elphaba!” Glinda reprimanded upon seeing this, causing the other woman to look at her.
“What?” she snapped, “There isn’t anybody to see me here but you.”
As though to emphasise this, she put her hand between her legs once more, tapping her foot impatiently.
“And I don’t matter?” Glinda asked her distastefully. “I don’t want to see you behaving like a child any more than anybody else might.”
Elphaba, for once, did not seem to have a comeback at the tip of her tongue. Instead, she simply scowled at Glinda and resumed her pacing, her steps growing increasingly smaller and more frantic.
... To be continued.
I have two alternative endings, and I'm not sure yet which to post, so your feedback is appreciated, as it should help me decide! I may even post both, depending on whether or not anyone's actually interested in this story ^-^ |
(Ending # 1)
Finally, the door opened, and the guard re-entered.
“The Wizard will see-” he began to announce importantly, but even before he had finished, Elphaba had flown across the room to him in a flurry of black skirts.
“I’ve got to relieve myself before I see the Wizard,” she demanded, managing to sound ferocious despite the fact that she was sweating and squirming before him.
The guard looked taken aback, and Glinda hid a smile as she climbed to her feet rather more elegantly. Elphaba could really be quite frightening when she wanted to be.
“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do,” he told her finally, sounding anything but sympathetic. “Now if you’ll follow me-”
“No, listen to me!” Elphaba told him angrily. She was stepping repeatedly from one foot to the other now, and her left hand was straying dangerously close to her crotch once more, “You don’t understand! This is an emergency: if I don’t relieve myself soon, I’ll-”
“Elphaba,” Glinda interrupted hastily, before her friend could finish this sentence with something highly embarrassing, “You’re making a scene.”
“So what if I am?” Elphaba demanded, rounding on her. But then, noticing that the guard had started to leave, she scurried after him.
“I can’t go in there and meet the Wizard like this,” she told him futilely, almost doubled over as she walked behind him, her thighs pressed together, “Look at me, I’m practically urinating where I stand!”
Glinda groaned and looked away, completely mortified by her friend’s behaviour now, but unfortunately Elphaba's efforts seemed to be having no effect on the guard whatsoever.
He stopped at a set of golden double doors. “His Ozness is waiting for you inside,” he told them, then with a hint of amusement, added, “I do hope you have a pleasant meeting.”
As he left, Glinda turned to Elphaba in order to scold her for having been so embarrassing- but she found that both her friend’s hands were shoved firmly between her legs and her face bore an expression of sheer, unadulterated panic.
But then, she seemed to get herself under control and, removing her hands from her crotch, she sucked in a deep breath and then pushed open the doors.
The room was pitch black. Glinda blinked in confusion; her first foolish thought that they had entered the wrong room. But the guard had shown them to the door, there could have been no mistake.
Then, suddenly, ominous green lights flickered on ahead of them, illuminating a striking and gigantic, mechanical head.
"Who goes there?" the Head asked them in a deep, booming voice; glaring at them with piercing, luminous eyes. Glinda gave an involuntary whimper and groped for Elphaba’s hand, which she clung fearfully onto.
"My name is Elphaba Thropp," Elphaba announced with confidence that surprised Glinda, considering the other woman’s present state, "I'm a student of Madame Morrible's."
A throaty chuckle proceeded from the head, and Glinda clutched tighter onto Elphaba’s hand. Then, without warning, the room filled with natural light and all the smoke and green lighting vanished. Glinda blinked a few times, the sudden brightness stinging her eyes; then turned to Elphaba just in time to see her whipping her hand quickly back to her side- she had obviously taken advantage of the temporary darkness in order to press it between her legs once more.
Once her eyes had become accustomed to the light, Glinda was met with the sight of a rather small and inconsequential-looking, white-haired man standing before them. He extended his hand to Elphaba; brimming with obvious self-importance.
"Ah, Miss Elphaba," he greeted cheerily, in a voice quite unlike the one with which the giant head had spoken, "How splendid to meet you. I'm the Wizard- the Wonderful Wizard of Oz.”
Letting go of Glinda’s hand finally, Elphaba took several hobbled steps forward to meet him. As she did so, Glinda’s eyes moved to the ground, and she realised, with a start, that there was a spattering of liquid on the ground where Elphaba had previously been standing.
“It’s such a pleasure to meet you.” Elphaba was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she shook the Wizard’s hand, and her free hand was pressing hard at her thigh- it seemed it was all she could do not to grab herself between the legs and dance from foot to foot. “And- your Ozness, excuse me for being so impertinent, but is there a restroom I can use?” she added in a rush, her cheeks flushing dark green, “We’ve had rather a long wait, you see.”
“Why, of course,” the Wizard answered, looking mildly amused, and Glinda witnessed Elphaba let out a breath of relief, “You may have the honour of using my own personal bathroom; it’s right through that door back there.”
Glinda had the impression that Elphaba would have been satisfied with a hole in the ground at this point, as she hurried towards the door he had indicated, pressing her thighs together as she went.
She returned several minutes later with her satchel held firmly in front of her crotch as though hiding something, her cheeks even darker than they had been previously.
“I do apologise for that,” she said to the Wizard, grimacing as she spoke, “I just-”
But the Wizard held up his hand to stop her there. “Say no more,” he said brightly, “Needs must, after all. Now, Miss Elphaba, the reason I invited you here today...”
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(Ending # 2)
“Elphaba!” Glinda cried in dismay, as her friend strode purposefully to a corner of the room and began fumbling with her skirts, “Whatever are you doing?!”
Elphaba didn’t answer, however; she simply hitched her skirt up to her waist and Glinda caught a glimpse of spindly, green legs before her friend hastily adopted a squatting position as a torrent of urine began to pour from between her legs.
“Elphaba!” she exclaimed again, shocked at the other woman’s conduct, “We’re in the Palace: you can’t behave like that! And you didn’t even remove your undergarments!”
Still, Elphaba ignored her, however, simply continuing to urinate on the polished floor, an expression of blissful relief having taken over her face. Mortified, Glinda looked away in disgust.
Elphaba continued to relieve herself for a long time, and Glinda realised then just how desperate she must have been to have contained that volume of liquid. Eventually, however, the sound of the gushing stream faded to a slower trickle, and then stopped completely. Glinda looked in time to see Elphaba easing herself back to her feet and letting her skirt fall back into place as she stepped clumsily out of the vast puddle she had left behind. Their eyes locked, and Glinda was pleased to note that Elphaba at least had the dignity to look heavily embarrassed.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her cheeks ablaze as she moved back to where Glinda was sitting and hovering awkwardly over her. “But you must understand, Glinda, that it had gotten to the stage where I didn’t have much choice.”
“Of course you had a choice,” Glinda insisted haughtily, “You could have waited to use a restroom like a civilised person.”
When Elphaba didn’t answer her, Glinda looked at her properly and noticed for the first time the large, circular wet spot on the front of her dress where she had been pressing her hand to her crotch. It wasn’t obvious from afar, due to the darkness of the material, but it was visible close up. Eyes wide, Glinda looked up towards the other woman’s face and discovered that her arms were wrapped protectively across her torso; her face turned away, hiding in her hair.
“Elphie?” she said, rather more gently, rising and moving close to her friend, “Are-Are you okay?”
The veil of dark hair nodded once, but this only caused Glinda to frown. She had never seen her strong, stoic friend on the verge of tears before, but there could only be one reason why Elphaba was hiding her face.
Gently, she eased the other woman’s arms from her chest and pulled her into a tight embrace. They still stood like this when the door was finally unlocked and opened.
“The Wizard will see you now!” the guard announced importantly, and then paused and stared at them, surprised to see the two women locked in an embrace.
“Thank you,” Elphaba said, hastily grabbing her satchel and positioning it over the front of her dress. Thankfully, the guard didn’t seem to notice the puddle in the corner, and as they walked down the hallway to meet the Wizard, Elphaba had returned to her usual confident, serious self, finally able to concentrate on what was important once more.
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So which ending did you guys prefer? I realise both of them were a little anti-climatic, but I love Elphie too much to make her have a full-on wetting right before she meets the Wizard! Let me know your opinions ^_^ |
Yes, this was a story a while ago I had going, but I've rewriting it to show what she was like before going to the Brown's house, and I'm going to continue the story and many things will be a little different from what I had originally wrote. I'd like to think it was a liked story, so I'm glad to mention I'm restarting it to see if anyone will like it...
Here we are...
Chapter One
Yukari Satou’s
Cursed Gift
“Get up, Miss Satou,” the elderly ‘aunt’ that her mother had hired to take care of Yukari walked through her room to open the window blinds. “You have an exciting trip with your school today, remember?”
Yukari sighed. She wasn’t like the normal teenager looking forward to going to Kyoto with her classmates. She simply wanted to go to the nearby city of Mito to see her mother in the hospital. She missed having her mother around, especially now that she was reaching into her teen years.
“I don’t want to go to Kyoto,” Yukari whispered to the silver haired curly woman who was heavyset and a little short, but still just taller than Yukari. “I want to go to Mito and see my mom.”
“I know,” Seina san whispered. “But you can’t live your life in the hospital, and your mom wants you to get out and do things with your friends like you used to.”
“I would be more willing to do so if she could just come home to live,” Yukari sighed. “I know that because of whatever she is sick from, that she can’t, but I would be more inclined to get out more if I knew that my mother was home and healthy all the time.”
Seina san smiled. Yukari was a caring girl, and she didn’t even understand Mrs. Satou’s real problem, but she knew that if she died, that her daughter really had no one left. Mrs. Satou had never been properly married, Yukari’s grandparents were already gone, and she didn’t have any uncles or aunts as far as Seina san knew.
Yukari sat up in her futon, and looked around her room which was suddenly bright with the sun. She was twelve years old for about two months now, and it made her feel really embarrassed to be sitting in puddle of pee between her legs. Seina san would never laugh at her, and she knew it, but she still didn’t want her to see what she had done.
“I’ll get up in a few minutes,” Yukari looked up at the elderly woman. “I just have to get motivated.”
“As you please, miss,” the woman walked towards the door of the girl’s room. “Just don’t take too long. You don’t want to be late for school.”
When she walked out of the room, Yukari crawled out of her wet bed, her purple panties clinging to her skin in an icky sticky sort of way. The cool air around her bum reminded her of why she wanted to stop this childish behavior, because not only was it embarrassing, but it was too cool in a January morning to wake up to this kind of feeling, and she would have to take a quick bath if she didn’t want her friends to know that she still wets the bed.
Yukari gathered some things out of her dresser, and then she walked to the bathroom to turn on the shower.
Seina san sighed as she heard the shower. She knew what that meant, and it wasn’t her place to tell the girl that she was too old for this. In just a few months, she would be starting junior high school, and there she was still wetting the bed like a little kid. What could she do though?
Yukari finished her shower very quickly not wanting to make herself too late, she walked into her room to get some clothes for school. Mrs. Seina was in the kitchen preparing her some breakfast.
“Seina san!” Yukari called in her native Japanese language. “I don’t see any clean underwear in my room!”
“I’ll be in in a minute,” the woman called back.
Not more than five minutes later, the woman came back to the room with some panties and t-shirts. “Yukari,” she started very calmly and with an air of testing the waters. “Don’t you think, that maybe since you are going to start junior high school in a few months, maybe you should try to… do something to stop this problem?”
Yukari looked up at her wondering what she could do to stop it. It wasn’t like she was doing it on purpose.
“Maybe you could drink all your liquids for the night before eight,” she suggested. “And then try to pee before bed every night.”
“I already pee before bed every night,” Yukari looked at her with her almond shaped amber eyes sparkling with innocence.
“Do you cut out your liquids before eight?” she asked.
Yukari shook her head no.
“Just for a short time, to see if it works?” the woman tried to plead with her.
Yukari shrugged. “I’ll try if it makes you happy,” she sighed. “It’s not like I want to wake up wet. It’s cold, disgusting and embarrassing.”
Seina san nodded. “I figured as much, Yu chan. I just figured you didn’t know any strategies for helping yourself to stop.”
Yukari nodded. She figured that not drinking as much at night might help, but she didn’t really know what time to stop drinking. She also wasn’t sure it really would help. What if she got thirsty? Well, if her ‘aunt’ wanted her to try, she would stop drinking liquids after eight.
Yukari then had breakfast and before she knew it, she was on her way to school.
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Before anyone from the other grades arrived, the sixth graders were all ready for their one day trip to Kyoto. This was something of a graduation present the school always did for the sixth graders who would soon become junior high school students. The kids would not really be required to study anything, but just enjoy the rich culture around them from a past long goneby.
The luxury busses were pulled up to the school waiting for the students to board. Yukari was still not too excited to be going though she stood out there with her classmates, her best friend Saki next to her side. Not only did she rather go see her mom, but also since they were staying the night, she might embarrass herself in front of her classmates and her best friend. She still had not had the courage to tell Saki that she wets the bed at night.
“I’m so excited,” Saki turned to Yukari. “I can’t wait to get on the road and see many interesting places.”
Yukari nodded mostly just to not look weird, but how could she tell her best friend that she’d rather be at the hospital spending the time with her mother? Would Saki understand? Maybe. Saki was a very nice girl who thought a lot about others when given the chance, but still this was Kyoto. This was a place that they had never been to before, and the two girls would get to share a motel room together. Was it selfish to not be excited about that?
The students started to board the bus, still chattering about what they expected to see and what they wanted to do in Kyoto. Yukari climbed aboard among them, but her mind was not with the gossip. It was still dwelling on the feeling that she was not with her mother, and it felt like something important was going to happen on this day, but she didn’t know what that was.
Yukari had a funny connection with her mother that her friends and her teachers all misunderstood. They thought was so lonely for her missed mother that she just made up stuff about feeling her mom’s spirit around her, or maybe she really thought she felt it, but it was just her mind playing tricks on her. Yukari, however, knew it was more than that. She couldn’t explain it, but she knew what was going on with her mother from moment to moment in a day. How she knew, she couldn’t explain. It didn’t come in words or pictures, but just in feelings, and as she took her seat on the bus, she had a very nervous feeling that had nothing to do with the trip they were about to take.
She had long given up trying to explain this to her classmates, her teachers, or other people because no one really understood it. They would sometimes humor her, thinking that it was sad that her mom was in the hospital and unable to be at home for her. Because of that, no one in her class could ever tease her for any mistakes that she made regardless of how clumsy those mistakes were.
“The bus is leaving,” the students suddenly got excited as the bus pulled away from the school. The teachers had to remind several students to return to their seats and to sit down, but the smiling children didn’t think twice about being scolded for being out of his or her seat. They just complied and sat back down and talked excitedly with their friend.
Saki was one of the kids that was sent back to her seat next to Yukari. Yukari barely noticed her come back as she had her eyes closed and was thinking about something deep within her soul. She wanted to know what her mother was feeling, and she wanted to calm a fear within her being that told her that something important was going to happen on this day.
“So, I guess I’m going to get my little brother some pokemon cards as omiyage (souvenirs) if I can find them,” Saki was saying not realizing that Yukari wasn’t really listening to her. “He loves pokemon, and I’m sure that I might find something new in Kyoto that he doesn’t have.”
Yukari felt something deep within her, still troubling her about her mother. Something serious was going to happen today, and somehow, it was going to affect this weekend. This weekend, might be the last time Yukari saw her mom. She was feeling these urges stronger and stronger, and it made tears run down her cheeks from her tightly closed eyes.
Saki just turned to look at her, when she noticed and she ran to the teacher’s seat to tell him that Yukari was crying. The teacher, unsure of why Yukari could already be sad, led Saki back to her seat and saw for himself that Yukari was now taking in big gasps of air as though she was trying to hold back from outright wailing her sadness throughout the bus.
Mori Sensei knelt down next to the seat, and he wiped Yukari’s eyes. He whispered as softly as he could. “What is it, Yukari? What’s wrong?”
“I shouldn’t have come on the trip,” Yukari cried. “I should have gone to Mito instead.”
“Isn’t that where your mom is in the hospital?” he asked her showing that he knew very well her whole situation at home.
Yukari nodded.
“Why should you go to Mito today, instead of going with your friends to do something fun?” he asked her. “Your mom would not begrudge you enjoying yourself, honey.”
“It’s not that,” Yukari looked at the short haired man with glasses that often made his students laugh with his silly games when nothing serious was happening. “I… I have a feeling.”
“A feeling?” he asked concerned. “Did you get a phone call last night?”
Yukari shook her head no.
“Did anyone tell you that your mom is worse off?”
Yukari shook her head again.
“Then you have no reason to believe your mother is in any different a condition than you last checked, and I’m sure the feeling you are having is just guilt, but you shouldn’t feel guilty for living,” he smiled at her. “Your mom wants you to live and to enjoy life. You worked hard for graduation this year, and you should profit from your hard work and enjoy yourself on this trip.”
Yukari looked at him wanting him to understand just this once, that it had nothing to do with what he was supposing. She knew that something was going to happen today, and she didn’t know why. She just knew that something in her mother was going to change, and it would affect what she came to see this weekend when she saw her mother.
Mori Sensei shook his head and presented a Kleenex. It was much easier to say these words, but it was hard to make the girl believe him if she truly felt guilty about having some fun for a change. As he understood it, when Yukari got home each night after school, she spent all her free time doing homework, cleaning house, and then praying for her mother’s health. She had stopped playing like a natural kid more than six months ago, and she had stopped spending time with her friends about the same time her mother went into the hospital to stay about two years ago.
Mori Sensei stayed there, watching the girls, waiting for Yukari to calm down and to give him that little smile that told him that she would be okay even though she wasn’t completely over being worried about her mother. He could never expect that, because her mother was in the hospital to stay.
He finally stood up and walked back to his seat, checking on students on his way.
“You know,” Saki whispered to Yukari. “Mori Sensei worries about you. I think he wants to be your daddy.”
Yukari smiled at this because everyone teased about him being everyone else’s dad, but never admitted to wanting him in their family. Still, Yukari could feel a small pull at her innards that told her that she could have a worse father than him. She wondered if her classmates secretly had the same pull in their own guts. She could never admit this though or ask Saki to be sure because it would be so uncool to want a father that badly.
Yukari still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to happen to her mother on this day. She was getting more and more worried as the bus drove on towards Kyoto. How could she enjoy her time, with something so unknown and troubling on her mind? Why didn’t the doctors tell her what her mother had? It was like she had cancer, but somehow, Yukari knew it wasn’t cancer. Still, whatever it was, it felt just as dangerous to her mother, and something told her that something important about the sickness was going to happen on this day.
(No real wetting in this first chapter, but there will be some to come) |
This is a fanfiction about iCarly. It also happens to be my first try at storytelling, so I'm sorry if the formatting is a little off. Any tips, criticisms, or thoughts are greatly appreciated. For those of you who didn't see the request, this story is based on an episode of iCarly in which the characters are ludicrously wrapped up by criminals escaping from a giant pair of pants. The specific picture is here: http://www.icarly.com/m/isnaps#2771. Also, disclaimer and all that jazz.
iNeed to Pee
"Help! Somebody help!"
Carly screamed at the top of her lungs while trying to break free of the unusually thick amount of duct tape that kept her firmly in her chair.
"It's no use, Carly. Those crooks tied us up too well."
Freddie struggled next to Carly, attempting to break free from the large amount of duct tape around his torso as well.
"Hey! Maybe we can bite our way out of these bonds!"
For a brief moment, Sam thought that her idea was genius. Putting her incisors to the tape, she found it much harder and more resilient than expected. Freddie looked over at Sam with a look that seemed somewhere between mildly panicked and disgusted.
"You think you can bite us out of the tape? Are you insane Sam?"
Following Freddie's comment, Sam tried to move to attack Freddie, but found the unyielding duct tape wrapped tightly around her restricted movement of any type. Sam sighed, and leaned back in her seat, frowning slightly as the tape cut into her soft flesh. Unfortunately for Sam, one section of the tape was placed straight on her bladder, and while Sam felt a small urge to pee, it was intensified by the constant pressure digging into her belly.
"Well, I guess we'll have to sit here until Spencer comes home"
After Carly rationally suggested this, the group sat in silence. Over the course of the next 15 minutes, Sam began to feel some of the fluids she had drank running their course through her digestive system. At the Shey's house, Sam was known to eat and drink anything she could get her grubby hands on, and this time, she had managed to down three glasses of OJ before the criminals managed to capture her. Sam winced as she felt her lower abdomen churn and process the recently drunken liquids, but felt as though she could hold on. Squirming ever so slightly, with her legs pressed together, Sam attempted to shift her mind away from her inexorably filling bladder, and instead tried to fantasize about chicken wings.
30 more minutes had passed, and while Sam wasn't fully desperate yet, she knew she needed to go soon. The squirming intensified, and Sam, being socially inconsiderate, decided to voice her current problem.
"Hey, Carls, I kinda have to pee. Drinking your OJ wasn't a very good idea. Any idea when Spence will be home?"
"Sam!", replied Carly, clearly embarrassed at this line of questioning. "It's not very appropriate to say those sorts of things! Anyway, I don't know when Spencer will be back, he may be at the Groovy Smoothie or executing an ill-formed plan." Carly bit her lip before asking the next question. "Do you think you can make it for another hour?"
"Well, Carls, I pride myself on bladder strength. But I gotta say, if we aren't freed soon, things are gonna get messy." Freddy blushed slightly at hearing Sam say this, but Carly just rolled her eyes.
Sam bit her lip and pressed her legs tightly together, fantasizing about foods once more. But after just a couple of minutes had passed, Sam felt the liquids accelerate through her body. Her womanhood quivered with stress, and a single drop of urine gained freedom and splashed into her sky blue panties. Sam gasped audibly.
"What's wrong?" inquired both Carly and Freddy at the same time. Sam, never too shy, replied,
"I think I'm dribbling a little here. It's a shame really, these are my favorite pair of panties."
"Sam, that's gross! Just try to concentrate on something else..." replied Carly, clearly embarrassed with the topic area once more.
"What do you think I'm doing, picturing waterfalls? Ooohh..." groaned Sam, as she accidentally ended up visualizing waterfalls, and shuffled about in her seat. "We really need to get out of her soon though. I underestimated how much my bladder feels like it's going to explode!"
The next 15 minutes were agonizing for Sam; she shuffled in her seat, tried to stick her hand between her legs (to no avail, with her hand firmly tied up), and moaned audibly as she fought an uphill battle against a fast-acting bladder. The area around her pussy had begun to moisten slightly, and every few minutes, Sam would have to mentally restrict waves of liquid from pouring out of her body. Unfortunately for the rest of the iCarly group, Sam's squirming shuffled their seats around also, making it extremely uncomfortable.
"Do you mind stopping Sam? The constant rocking is making me nauseous," whined Freddy.
"My underwear feels like a swamp, I don't have a choice! If I stop moving, my bladder will explode!" Sam whined.
"Well, could you stop for 5 minutes? I get motion sickness really easily," retorted Freddy, and little more forcefully.
"Didn't you hear me you hobknocker? I. Can't Stop!!!"
Unfortunately, while Sam was bombarding Freddy with shouts, her attention had shifted away from the growing battle with her bladder. Sam began to feel a wet warmth spreading between to her legs, and looked down with dismay and shock. A quarter-sized wet patch had appeared, and it was visible to both Carly and Freddy.
"See what you made me do Freddy? I peed a little! We gotta get out of here, before I leak everywhere!"
"Okay, I think I have a plan," replied a nervous looking Freddy. "If we all shake together, we'll knock over the chairs, and maybe we can escape from that angle. Then Sam, you can do your business where it normally should be done. Sound good?"
Carly, who was thoroughly grossed out by the situation, couldn't do much more than nod. Sam, whose floodgates were slowly being lifted, couldn't do much more than nod either. Freddy took their silent acquiescence as a sign to put his plan into motion.
"On the count of 3. 1...2....3!"
The iCarly crew rocked the chairs back and forth, Carly with a look of abject terror, Freddy with a look of determination, and Sam with a pained expression as she felt another small spurt escape the folds of her legs and jet into her underwear. As the chairs began to speed up, Sam suddenly realized a potential downside to this plan.
"Wait, stop!!! This could..."
But the chairs had already begun tipping, and there was no turning back. A moment before she hit the ground, Sam braced her body for impact, ignoring the pressing urge in her bladder, a fatal mistake. THUD! The chairs clashed to the ground, and suddenly there was silence, save for a faint hissing sound.
Carly and Freddy looked over to see Sam, with a defeated expression on her face, releasing jets of urine straight through her dampened panties, running down the side of her legs, and creating a yellowish puddle on the floor. Sam's face turned bright red as the hissing continued, the puddle collecting around her prostrate body and extending toward Freddy, who hastily moved to avoid it. The light blue color of Sam's jeans instantly turned darker and darker as more and more liquid was absorbed, and the faint smell of ammonium was released into the air. Carly looked over with an expression of mortification and pity as she saw her best friend involuntarily release her bodily fluids into the ever-growing puddle. Suddenly, the hissing sound ceased, and the iCarly crew was silent. The only noise that could be heard was Spencer's voice from outside the apartment door, and the sound of a key turning in the lock...
END
So if you guys have any comments or requests, feel free to let them be known on this thread! I'm interested in doing a Carly desperation scene, given some plot ideas, and I'm not turned off by the idea of anyone messing in a different way. |
This is just the prologue, with a wetting scene but little magic.
I crossed my legs tightly and tapped my fingers erratically on my thighs three my pre torn blue skinny jeans. I bit onto my lip slightly as my bladder throbbed in my abdomen, threatening to burst. “Alice, why did you have to drink all that water at lunch?’ I thought to myself bitterly. I considered shoving my left hand into my crotch to help, but one thing I would never give up was my dignity, at least not intentionally.
Instead I brushed my long golden brown hair back behind ear. I let my gorgeous amber eyes gleam in the afternoon sunlight as the bus drove along at a snail’s pace. My decent sized 23 D breasts bounced as we hit a bump gaining a perverted smile from the boy opposite of me. I rolled my eyes; however I had other things to worry, like my bursting bladder.
My tapping speed increased as we hit more bumps, continuously sending pangs of pure agony into my bladder. If I didn’t get home soon, I was going to end up with a puddle in my seat. The thought mortified me; I would go from a super popular cheerleader to a total loser if I peed myself. I looked out the window timidly as the scenery rushed by, it was still a couple minutes from my stop and it was killing me!
The waves of urine were seemingly infinite as the swirled around in my bladder. I withheld the urge to moan and began tapping my feet rapidly causing a dull noise that no one seemed to notice. Biting down harder on my lip I started to grip my left fist as my right hand started tapping even faster. I even began to fidget slightly as my bladder continuously emitted sharp pains in my lower abdomen.
Finally the bus stopped at my street. However despite my predicament I never thought of what would happen if I tried to get up. My bladder was absolutely agonizing; I let out a moan under my breath as I struggled to stand up. Keeping my legs tightly crossed as I tried to stand proved to do little
I gasped as a spurt of warm urine entered my new Victoria secrets panties. My face turned bright red as I froze in my spot for a moment. But my bladder held for the moment. I un crossed my legs and started forward rubbing my legs against each other with each stride. As I got to the steps I stopped for a moment.
“Are you ok, miss young?” The bus driver asked me with a concerned tone.
“of course, sorry.” I muttered as I struggled down the steps, mostly by leaning against the hand railing, finally I managed to get off the bus. However the harsh winter winds shocked another spurt of urine out of my bladder. I felt the contrastingly hot stream of urine trickle down my thigh.
I checked my lap as the bus began to drive away, but the urine didn’t seem to have stained the denim, however my panties were definitely damp. I literally bit my tongue to hold back a cry of anguish. “I’m sixteen years old, last year’s homecoming queens a cheer leader and soccer player, and I shouldn’t be peeing myself.” I wanted to shout.
But I had been mildly incontinent since I was a kid, and although my bladder had strengthened it had taken all my strength and effort to have gone the past three years without having an accident… not counting the once in a blue moon bed wettings.
As the other three kids had abandoned me at the bus stop I took off in a run, making sure to keep my legs tightly pressed together, to add to the awkwardness of my gait, I shoved my hand deep into my crotch just barely making it the whole block to my house.
I started dancing wildly in place as I tried to get my keys out as my bladder only got fuller. I finally managed to unlock the door as I felt warmth protrude from my vagina filling my panties before a slightly larger than last time, stream ran down to my knee. I moaned loudly this time. I felt the pee trickle past my fingertips but I managed to regain control.
This time a small coin sized stain had form on my crotch and a wire thin stream going down my inner thigh on my left leg. I groaned as I opened the door and rushed to the bathroom only to find it occupied. I felt tears brim at my eyes as another spurt filled my jeans increasing the size of both stains.
Suddenly I remembered the other bathroom... in the attic. It worked fine, but we rarely used it since it was so out of the way and unusually placed, not to mention the obstacle course of junk surrounding it.
I ran to the attic stairs fidgeting like a lunatic at the foot of the stairs. I felt a full on stream of urine fill my jeans. The stain increased to the size of a baseball and the stain running down my inner thigh was the width of two pencils and made it all the way to my ankle and another one just as wide made it to my right knee.
I ran up the stairs with tears streaming down my face just like the urine that had been lost. I ran through all the junk towards the bathroom, finally I felt a feeling of relief as I began to open the door.
“well hello there beautiful.” A soothing voice behind me called out suddenly.
Soothing or not it startled me, I jumped nearly five feet and my bladder finally burst. Hot urine ran down the length of my leg as a stain the size of a throw pillow covered the front of my long slender legs. The stream slithered around the back of my legs and I felt the almost pleasant feeling hot pee cover my well-developed butt.
I moaned loudly as the pee continued to cascade down my leg, a loud hiss filling the air as I nearly fell to my knees into the large puddle beneath me, I didn’t bother trying to stop the flow, it was futile, besides the entire back of my jeans were soaked and most of the front was.
The urine flowed into my flats and ran across my feet with a warm tingle. I noticed two tiny streams drizzling down from my butt adding to the large puddle. Even then the hot urine kept coming as it warmed the back and sides of my legs, I let out another moan as the jet of urine began to show as it streamed outside of my jeans around my crotch area.
As the jet strengthened it turned into a full on stream as it sprayed the ground before retreating back to running down my right leg. I moaned, whether from pleasure or pain I didn’t know but the hot urine began to slow as it trickled down my legs, and the subsided. Finally it stopped altogether as it began to drip from my jeans onto the ground and my face turned red.
Finally I faced the voice I heard early only to find myself staring at a mirror. Suddenly a handsome boy about seventeen filled the mirror replacing my image.
“Good job princess. Anyway I supposed introductions are doing. I know you, Alice Young, sixteen popular great students, incontinent a little conceited, but I suppose this has put you in your place. However I am Morpheus and I am your magic mirror.” He said casually.
Ok so I hope you liked this and I plan to make this a continious thing. If there is some awkward wording I apologize but I was desperate to pee while writing this and when I finished I just clicked make corrections on spell check so I don't know how that turned out... well I'm dribbling right now so I'm going to go pee myself in the bathtub tell me what you think:) |
Chapter 1 Morpheus was inside a mirror that was maybe a foot taller than me and about four feet wide. He was handsome in an arrogant sort of way. I guess he was about five, ten, five inches taller than me. Dark hair, lightly tanned skin and deep, serious green eyes and an athletic build without looking super muscular.
“No way... I’m dreaming… I’m insane I’ve got to be-” I spoke in hysteria with my knees shaking still dressed in my soaked jean and standing in my puddle of urine.
“Shut up before you pass out. Look we can go through the whole cliché ‘I’m dreaming!’ phase or you can just accept the fact the world around you is magical. If I would have appeared before you when you were five or six, or hell, even when you were twelve you would have believed me without a doubt that magic exists had I told you so. Even now as a sixteen year old girl you have a tiny belief in magic, everyone does right up to the moment they die, no matter how small they all have the smallest belief in magic. Do you know why?”
I shook my scarlet faced head, my knees still trembling from fear as the rest of me was frozen in mortification as the pee still dripped down my leg onto the floor began to cool.
Morpheus rolled his eyes in irritation but spoke anyway. “It’s because magic does exist and in the back of their subconscious they know it and sense it, but alas many will never come to realize it completely. However you Miss Young are very fortunate. You will discover magic because magic lives with in you. You are an enchantress.”
“What? No this is crazy it’s completely unreal… I’m delusional!”
“I thought we skipped this. Fine freak out do whatever I’ll be here when you’re done. Just try not to pee yourself again, the puddle is pretty close to my mirror princess.”
“Stop calling me princess! Besides you won’t be here for long I just need to realize I’m dreaming and wake up.” I said pinching my arm.
“Ok look, if you’re dreaming why not embrace the magic, what’s the worst that can happen? You will wake up?”
“Ok…” I said still unsure on what to do. However my pee drenched jeans had gone cold as the urine lost its heat. The slight breeze billowing through unseen cracks only added to the discomfort.
“Magic is real; get that through your pretty little head princess! Honestly! Even when you think this is a dream you won’t embrace it! I’m done!” Morpheus blew up in rage. Then I saw his image begin to fade from the mirror.
“No wait!” I cried. “Look maybe this is real but how can it be?”
“You’re honestly starting to believe.” He muttered to himself. “Look, this stuff is real, what will it take to make you believe me?”
“I don’t know; get someone else in here to prove I’m not the only one seeing this.”
“Seriously? You want to… Look I can’t stop you… I’m stuck in this mirror for now, but I would seriously dissuade you from doing that.”
“You can try but I’m bringing someone tomorrow… Or I can get my parents now.”
“You realize I don’t have to show up in this mirror right?”
“If I shatter it will you die?”
“Fine show someone… Not your parents… they… magic sometimes skips a generation and if they find out now… It would shatter their sanity.”
“So I can bring someone and you won’t go stand-by mode on me?”
“Sure… Bring someone who won’t freak out though, maybe you’re most open minded friend?”
“I know just the person.” I smiled thinking of my friend Brianne Davison. She said she was an empath, someone who could basically absorb another’s emotions or at the very least sense them. At least that’s what I think she does.
“Brianne, huh? Two birds with one stone.” Morpheus said before disappearing instantly.
“Wait what do you mean? Wait… You can read my mind?” But he was gone and I was left in the creepy attic alone and standing in a puddle of pee. I gazed around the attic for a moment. Among the junk was three chairs with bed sheets over them, a broken TV set, a pile of dirty clothing, disfigured toys and a lot of other broken junk.
I sighed as I curled up into a ball still in the cold puddle of pee. Tears began to stream from my eyes.
“How do I have any other liquid in my body?” I stayed there for maybe five minutes just sobbing before struggling to my feet as my jeans dripped with urine again. I grabbed several articles of clothing from the pile and used them to mop of the puddle of pee before walking into the bathroom. It was small and smelled funny, just a toilet and a sink with a dirty mirror above. There wasn’t even a roll of toilet paper left. I groaned, trying to figure out how to sneak back downstairs to get on new clothes.
Finally I managed to work up the courage to simply stroll down the stairs and into my room. After all it wasn’t Mordor, walking into my room was an option. I held my breath as I silently shut the door behind me and tip-toed down the stairs into the second story hallway. I still had to get to the bottom floor.
Groaning I held my breath again as I sidled through the hall down another set of stairs and faced the last hall. I heard my mother talking to someone in the second room to the left with the door wide open.
“Why did my room have to be at the end of the hall?” I asked myself. “Screw it.” I ran down the hall nearly losing one of my flats.
“Alice, is that you?” My mother called from the room.
I froze with my hand on my door knob. “Yes mom.” I muttered defeated.
“Can you come here for a sec; I’ve got someone for you to meet.”
“Just a moment.” I said. I yanked open my door and leapt into my room shutting the door behind me. The constriction in my chest was absolutely agonizing as terror found its way into me. I had to hurry.
I noticed my t-shirt had somehow gotten urine on it. I groaned as I yanked it off and tossed it on my floor. Next I struggled with my skinny jeans. Getting them off was hard enough, but when they were wet it was near impossible. Finally after falling on my butt twice I yanked the soggy jeans off. I yanked off my panties as well and took the soiled clothes and threw them into a pile in the darkest corner of my closet.
“Alice Honey, can I come in, you positively must meet this man.” She knocked on the door.
“One more moment.” I quickly realized I was out of panties. I groaned bitterly before just yanking on a loose fitting pair of jeans. Finally I managed to pull a pink Tee over my head and covered my torso.
I stepped out of the room and met my mother. “Who am I meeting?” I asked a little confused.
My mother was short with curly blonde hair and a fragile body, almost like a slight breeze could break her. She looked older than she was but her smile was as radiant as any others. She was caring and loving and you could tell that by simply looking at her.
“Hold on… You weren’t dressed like this before school. Why did you change?”
My heart jumped into my throat for a moment. “I uh, it feels more comfortable.” I managed to choke out lamely.
She eyed me suspiciously. “Well this man wants to recruit you for a cheer camp over spring break, a bit of a competition for your squad. He’s only taking the best ten though.”
“Great! Sure, sign me up.”
“Hold on, let me fill you in on the details.” A pleasant looking man said. He was tall, thin and official looking with clean kept red-brown hair and sensible grey eyes. He was tall and wore a business suit.
After an hour of his lecture on this prestige camp I knew two things. One I seriously needed to go to this camp, and two: No matter what, if you’re not wearing under wear it feels awkward having a conversation with someone.
“Great! So then fill out this form and hand it in to your coach and you’ll be all set to attend.” He said as he walked out the door handing my mother a permission slip.
“Thank you so much!” I said as he left.
“So why did you really change clothes? Did you have an accident Alice?”
“No mom!”
“Are you lying? I can smell pee. My cousin was incontinent too Alice. It’s ok if you did; she peed herself several times a year, even now.”
“Mom I’m fine.”
“Did you leak? Show me your panties.”
“Mom!” I cried in embarrassment and disgust. She just pursed her lips. “Fine I leaked a little! But it only soaked my panties so I changed altogether ok?”
“I knew I smelled pee. You can take a shower.”
“Thanks.” I muttered bitterly as I walked into the bathroom.
I stared at myself in the mirror almost angrily. “You seriously can’t keep from having accidents… and Morpheus, I can’t believe it. This can’t be real.” I muttered as I stripped into my birthday suit and started the shower. I spent the entire time in the steam filled bathroom thinking of Morpheus, not entirely innocent thoughts either.
The next day as school ended Brianne met me outside the cafeteria just like we planned. She hugged me as we met near a table.
“It has been so long Alice!” She shouted gleefully.
“I know, but guess what?”
“What?” Brianne asked with a wide smile on her face. She was pretty with a gorgeous hour glass figure, long curly black hair and a Latino tan. She has deep, pretty brown eyes, big pouty lips, great cheek bones and long luxurious legs similar to mine, only her legs were a little longer as she was four inches taller than me.
“I’m going to a prestige cheer leading camp over spring break, because I’m one of the best on the squad.” I smiled smugly.
Brianne muttered a half-hearted great and suddenly Morpheus’ words flitted through my mind. “A little conceited…”
“Anyway how is volleyball?” I asked decisively changing the subject.
“It’s great we might go to championship!” She exclaimed happily.
“That’s great!” I enthused. We started heading towards the closest fast food joint. “So anyway I can’t wait to show you the surprise.” I grinned as we stepped through the burger joints doors.
Twenty minutes later we were sitting opposite of each other in a booth drinking water and scarfing down fries and out burgers.
“Hey Alice I have to pee.” Brianne muttered shyly.
“Well go.” I laughed and took another sip of my water.
“No these bathrooms are disgusting.” She muttered wrinkling her nose.
She had a point I’ve had to use them on three occasions, however there was a different. I’m incontinent and she wasn’t. So there wasn’t such urgency.
“We’ll go when we get to my house.” I said speeding up my eating pace as did she. We ate in silence and no sooner had I finished my water and burger had she dragged me out of the restaurant.
We managed a few blocks before I noticed her desperation. She danced in place as she walked. I even felt my own bladder fill. I gritted my teeth. “Let’s run the rest of the way.” I suggested. She nodded her head and took off in a run in pace behind me. I struggled to keep my bladder from bursting. “Seriously? Two days in a row?” I thought to myself.
We kept running until we got to my house nearly half an hour later. Brianne ran into my house with her hands between her legs. “Where’s your bathroom?” She asked with a quivering voice.
“Upstairs in the attic.” I said hoping to get her to meet the mirror before she peed so I could use the restroom first while she talked to it.
“Ok.” She said without realizing what an odd place it was for a bathroom. She and I made our way to the attic both of us with our hands between our legs and both of us trembling and swiveling in place.
As we got to the top step of the attic I saw her double over in pain as a stain the size of a baseball appeared on her butt.
I ushered her to the bathroom deciding she needed it more than me. Even then I felt warm pee spurt into my panties and dampen them. She barely waddled through the junk, both hands shoved hard into her crotch and her legs crossed her body double over. I moaned out loud as she began to open the bathroom.
“Hello Brianne, pleasure meeting you.” Morpheus said cheerfully as he appeared. Brianne turned around startled. Her gaze met the mirror and she stood up straight for a moment before pee filled her pants. She moaned loudly as I saw a stain run down her bare legs as another jet of urine trickled through her fingers soaking her mini skirt.
Tears filled her eyes as pee splattered on the floor, leaving a large puddle around her. I watched intently as pee streamed down her bare thighs. Suddenly the jet picked up again as a continuous stream flowed between her legs before she was finally left in a daze completely mortified.
I pang of pure and total agony suddenly burst my bladder. I moaned just as loudly as Brianne. I just let the urine run down my inner thighs almost erotically. The hot pee drenched my latest pair of skinny jeans and streamed back around my legs soaking my butt and legs. The jet picked up more intensely as the stream began to run outside my jeans along my right thigh.
I felt the pee fill my royal blue flats again. The hot and amazing pee splashed against the floor as my puddle mingled with Brianne’s. I moaned with pleasure, as the hot urine kept overflowing my panties and streamed down my legs as it completely darkened every inch of my skinny jeans I doubled over slightly. Three tiny streams drizzled off my warmed butt into the puddle before with a trickling sound as it made tiny splashed.
A more powerful stream jet down my left thigh and I gasped as it filled me with pleasure that it shouldn’t have. It ran the full length of my leg, spilling out of my flats and splashed across the warm puddle. My legs steamed slightly while the hot pee met the icy attic air. I moaned once more as the stream slowed to a stop. Finally as my Jeans ended with simple drips just like Brianne’s panties and skirt.
I looked at her in mutual embarrassment. I shrugged my shoulders but she let tears flow from her eyes anyway. I struggled to pick her up as I gave her an awkward bear hug in a futile attempt to cheer her up. I leaned backward only picking her up maybe a foot above the ground with her soaked skirt against my belly. Suddenly she gasped as a final spurt of pee rolled down my belly before I could set her down.
“I’m so sorry.” She gasped.
“I’m so sorry this is your only way to greet me.” Morpheus grumbled as the puddled rolled under his mirror.
I managed to laugh. “Brianne, this is Morpheus and since you can see him, that means I’m sane!” I cried. Amazingly it only took a little convincing to get her to believe this was real.
“Now to make this even more unbelievable and overly convenient, Brianne, both you and princess over here, are enchantresses. Now that you’re both here I think it’s high time you start your training.” He smiled.
“Is that why I have Empathy?” She asked curiously.
“No, actually it’s quite rare to find Enchantresses with Empathy.”
“So how about this training?” I asked, stunned Brianne took this all in a stride.
“Well since you’re both new to this… Today just meditate, feel the energies around you… for at least an hour.” He said with slight sarcasm in his voice he added. “Just don’t let the energy cause another accident. Anyway I need to think of a real lesson so I will see you tomorrow.”
“Wait no; I actually want to learn something!” I cried bitterly.
“Sorry to disappoint you princess.” He disappeared.
“Don’t call me princess.” I mumbled.
“Come on, let’s change, then we will meditate.” Brianne said leading me to my room.
I finally took the lead as she froze at the last step of the ground floor. “Come on hurry so no one sees.” Fortunately this time we made it without an incident into my room. I realized Brianne managed to get pee on my shirt, so tugged it off tossed it atop the pile of yesterday’s wet clothing then yanked off my skinny jeans with a long struggle. Brianne slid off her skirt awkwardly and timidly tossed it on my pile of wet clothes.
She gazed down and saw the area where she tucked her long blue shirt into her skirt had been drenched with pee, so she tossed it in the pile too. When we were both in our bras and panties we froze for a moment in embarrassment. Finally I took of my underwear and Brianne followed. As we stood there nearly completely naked she blushed.
“You peed yourself before.” She muttered referring to my earlier pile.”
I nodded my head as I quickly broke the awkwardness by changing into new clothing and hand Brianne new ones as well.Ok so this is chapter one, hope you liked it. Next chapter actually will have deperation but no peeing, hope you like it and I plan on continuing this for a long while:) |
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This is a continuation of part 1 of An Unintentionally Wet Vacation. I recommend reading part 1 before reading part 2. You can find part 1 here: http://omorashi.org/...acation-part-1/
Part 2
Chapter 5
Zoe leaned against the unisex restroom's small sink while Jason used the toilet. Her shorts, now stained dark gray with urine, clung uncomfortably to her equally wet skin. Every few seconds, a drop of pee from her soaked clothing ran down one of her glistening wet legs, leaving an invisible but rather cold streak in its path. Her feet were cold too, she now realized; some pee must have run down her legs and into her shoes when she had crouched down and lost control of her bladder just outside the airport bathroom. Zoe shifted her weight and cringed at the squelching sound her shoes made when she moved.
As Jason finished up, Zoe settled into a sullen state of shock. She now faced the prospect of walking through the busy airport soaked from the waist down. Jason looked over at her, and she saw him sweep his gaze from her face to her toes. Blood rushed to her face, and she felt heat radiate from her cheeks. She turned her head to the side, looking away from Jason, but then found herself looking in the mirror at a blushing, disheveled, and frightened girl. Immediately, she moved her eyes to the floor.
"I'm so sorry... please, I don't want to leave..." she whimpered, barely loud enough for Jason to hear.
"We can't stay here, Zoe, it would take hours for your clothes to dry... And just imagine what the other chaperons and your parents would think if we stayed together in the airport bathroom for hours?"
"Please, there are too many people out there..." she whimpered again, not caring that her position was irrational.
"I have a hoodie in my carry-on, you could wrap that around yourself if you want. Would you leave the bathroom then?" Jason asked.
"OK... yeah," she said, still not looking up.
"The only problem is, you dragged me off the plane before I could grab my carry-on... so we'll have to go back and get it."
Now Zoe looked up with eyes wide, "can't I just wait here?" she pleaded.
"Let me check..." Jason said as he cracked the door open and peaked out.
"No," he said, pulling on her arm, "there's a line of people and they just saw me open the door, we have to go now."
Jason yanked the door open, giving Zoe no option but to follow him out. She walked as closely as she dared to him, trying to shield herself from the eyes of those in the line. She felt a million pairs of eyes drilling into her; observing her brilliant red face and soaked clothing. Not a single breath left her lungs until the two arrived back at the gate.
Zoe sat down in the nearly deserted waiting area while Jason retrieved his carry-on bag from the plane. When he emerged from the jetway, he handed her a large hoodie. The dark blue hoodie had his hockey team's logo across the front, and his name and number on the back. She wrapped it around her damp shorts, unsure whether she felt more embarrassment about wearing Jason's name across her ass or about desecrating his team's logo with urine.
Jason and Zoe proceeded through the airport to the baggage claim, where they rejoined the rest of the group. Fortunately, only Amber commented on her and Jason's absence.
"The hell have you been?" she asked Zoe.
"It's a long story, I'll tell you about it later." Zoe replied tiredly.
Chapter 6
After a thirty minute bus ride, the group arrived at a wide swath of flawless beach. The white sand stretched pure for 200 feet in front of them, until it merged with the sparkling blue waves of the ocean. Nearby, the sand gradually faded into sparse grass, with clumps of tropical trees sprinkled along the edge of the beach at random. Small cabins, which the school had rented for the week, sat nestled among the trees.
Eager for an excuse to change clothes, Zoe exclaimed, "First to the water wins!"
Grabbing her suitcase, she immediately took off sprinting towards one of the cabins. Amber followed close behind.
The two girls lay claim to one of the first cabins in the group. Upon entering the small cabin, Zoe observed a familiar hotel-style bedroom layout: two single beds on opposite sides of the room, with a bathroom tucked in one corner.
Zoe set her suitcase on one of the beds and dug around for her new swimsuit. She had purchased the bright yellow two-piece a few days before the trip but had conveniently forgotten to show it to her mother before leaving. Zoe fiddled around with her suitcase until Amber closed the door to the bathroom, then she quickly peeled off Jason's hoodie. She cringed at the large wet spot on the cloth and hung it on a chair in one corner of the room.
Zoe removed her shoes and wet socks. Shivers ran down her spine as she bent down to push her wet shorts and panties off. She slid the sopping pile of clothing under the bed, then donned her suit bottoms and tied off each of the side ties. Zoe had just finished slipping on her halter top when Amber emerged from the bathroom, ready to swim.
"Let's do this!" she yelled, giving Zoe a high-five.
They bolted out of the door and down the shaded dirt path to the beach. The prickly grass underfoot soon gave way to burning hot sand and then cool refreshing water. The rest of their group arrived shortly thereafter and joined the girls in the water. Throughout the late afternoon, Zoe kept a strategic eye on Jason. Every time he looked over at her, she quickly found an excuse to bend over, both to avoid eye contact and, she hoped, to give him an enticing view of her.
Soon the students began to trickle out of the water and assume positions sunning themselves on the beach. Zoe plodded through the dense white sand to an empty section of beach and stretched out on her back. She immediately regretted that decision, as her smooth skin was instantly coated with a thick layer of sand. Running her hand down her leg, she tried to brush it off, but the damp sand clung like glue. Abandoning the idea of getting it off, she decided to just lie back and let it dry. Swimming for so long had exhausted her, and soon she closed her eyes to the setting sun.
Her thoughts wondered to Jason; shirtless Jason, whose swimsuit kept riding low in the water. Discretely, Zoe fashioned a small mound of sand between her legs and began slowly rubbing herself on it as she drifted to sleep.
Zoe smiled at Jason across the busy terminal and he smiled back. She sat in the terminal with her legs crossed, not knowing what to do. She felt only one feeling, an intense need to pee. She started towards the bathroom, but then saw one of the flight attendants arrive and board the plane. Zoe sat back down; she couldn't miss this plane. She fidgeted as minutes passed; tapping both feet urgently to the beat of a song only she could hear.
Eventually, she decided she had time to go to the bathroom before the plane left. She walked to the restrooms, entered a stall, sat down on the toilet and began peeing furiously. After many seconds of peeing she still had to go badly, but the final boarding call for her plane forced her to stop abruptly and rush out of the bathroom. She ran to the gate and made it onto the plane just as the doors were shutting.
She sprinted down the immensely long aisle of the plane towards the bathroom. She felt herself almost lose control, and she stopped running and crouched down, trying to avoid making a mess. But she managed to hold on and soon found herself running towards the bathroom again.
After having run past hundreds of rows of seats, she finally arrived at the restroom. She stood outside it in confusion; the bathroom was empty, but had no door. But she really had to go, so she went in anyway. She sat on the toilet and peed, but before she felt any relief, the pilot announced that the plane was landing. She jumped up and rushed back to her seat.
Suddenly, she was at the baggage claim looking for her bag. A strong urge to pee tugged at her mind, but she felt it imperative that she claim her luggage first. She raced around the carousel frantically, trying to locate it. Jason came up behind her and swooped her up, carrying her across the airport with one hand under her back and one under her knees. She protested, demanding that she be allowed to retrieve her bag immediately, but he just smiled, held her close, and kept walking.
She quickly forgot about her baggage as the need to pee intensified. She felt herself about to lose control, and she struggled to get out of Jason's arms, but he held her fast. She stopped struggling and held extremely still, knowing that she was holding on by a single thread. Any movement now would mean the end of her dry clothing.
True relief washed over her for the first time as she felt pee begin to trickle out. It ran down her bottom, over Jason's hands, and then dripped to the floor. The falling drip soon turned to a constant flow, but still Jason carried her across the crowded airport. She looked back and saw a trail in the pair's wake, but the other travelers didn't notice; Jason held her tight, protecting her from them.
Then a flash of heat ran through Zoe and she awoke in a start, still leisurely emptying her bladder into her swimsuit. Reflexively she stopped peeing immediately and looked around with embarrassment, but she saw no one else on the beach. She stood up and used her feet to cover the wet patch of sand where she had been laying. Then she headed off towards the cabins.
As she walked along the path, she saw Jason sitting on a bench sipping a drink.
"Go for a roll in the sand?" he asked.
Looking down at herself, Zoe noticed sand still coating her skin. Initially, no good response came to her mind as she stumbled over a reply, "yeah, I guess so... the sand is really sticky I guess..."
But then an idea struck her, "the sand's kind of uncomfortable though, could you help get it off my back?"
"uh, ok," he said as he stood up awkwardly, clearly not sure exactly what to do next.
Zoe skipped over, appearing more confident than she felt, and took a seat on the bench.
Jason vaulted over the back of the bench and started rubbing the sand off her back. As Jason's hands lightly brushed her back, she reflected on her request for his assistance. To an outside observer, the request for help might seem innocent enough, but in her heart, Zoe knew it was anything but. It was, perhaps, the most forward request Zoe had ever made of anyone. It almost made her feel dirty inside, she thought, blushing a bit and feeling heat rise in her chest. However, at the same time, his hands felt glorious on her skin. She knew she was falling for Jason, but his hesitant response to her advances worried her.
Jason's hands kept snagging on the back of her top, pulling it tight against her chest. The fabric slid against her nipples and tugged on her breasts, and she felt her nipples start to harden and stick into her top; amplifying the sensations even more.
After a minute she realized Jason was confining his hands solely to her back; sand still coated her arms, legs and sides, but Jason made no move to touch her there. Zoe extended her arms in a T, and Jason took the hint. His large hands ran up and down her dainty arms, brushing away the sand.
"Can you get my sides and legs too," she asked, standing up.
Jason jumped back over the bench to stand directly behind her. He gripped her around the waist, fingers on her stomach and thumbs on her back, and began sliding his hands up and down. His fingers tickled her and she let out a giggle.
Jason froze immediately, "sorry, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, it just tickled, keep going."
Jason continued rubbing. From his position behind her, he couldn't determine exactly how high his hands slid up, and several times his fingers swept over the bottom of her breasts; each time, sending a wave of pleasure through her.
Zoe felt him push her bottoms down a little and slide his fingers slightly inside to brush away some sand. Excitement raced through her as she wondered if Jason had finally decided to make a move, but she also panicked. Quickly she requested,
"Could you do my legs now please."
"Sure thing," he replied.
Jason crouched down and began rubbing the sand from her legs. She got over her initial panic as his hands rose higher towards her thighs. Now she longed to feel his fingers under the cloth of her bikini again; she only hoped she hadn't scared him off the first time.
His hands lingered at the bottom edge of her bikini, pretending to rub away sand that was no longer present. Then, with joy and excitement, she felt his fingers slip, just a little ways, under the damp cloth covering her bottom. Jason started to squeeze a bit, but then the shrill ring of his phone startled them both. Coming back to his senses, he immediately pulled back.
"Oops, sorry, I think you're all set now," he said, reaching for his phone.
"Hey," Jason said into the phone, as Zoe looked on with curiosity.
"OK... yeah... we'll, I mean I'll be right up," he said to conclude his conversion.
"What was that about," Zoe asked
"Time for dinner, we're going to one of the nicer restaurants in town so you might want to head back to your cabin and get changed."
Chapter 7
At one AM, Zoe finally crawled beneath the cool sheets of her bed and shut her eyes. A few minutes later, Amber emerged from the bathroom, killed the lights, and crawled into her own bed. The moon cast its light through the open window, but darkness owned the room beyond that. Barely a minute passed before Amber interrupted the soft buzzing of insects,
"So, now are you going to tell me what happened today?"
"Uh sure, I guess, but this has to stay between just us, OK?"
"Ha, of course," Amber dismissed her concern with a little laugh.
Zoe recounted the events of the day; highlighting her interaction with Jason, but omitting her adventure on the beach.
When she finished, the insects again filled the silence in the room. This time, however, it was Zoe who broke the silence.
"So, you know guys pretty well, do you think I've fucked my chances with him?"
"HA! Not at all you silly virgin, he totally wants to tap that."
Zoe sat up in bed and looked over at Amber, responding in surprise, "What? Then why has he been practically avoiding me all day?"
"Because his job is to make sure we don't get laid on this trip, and you're threatening to make him fail spectacularly. Plus, imagine what would happen if anyone ever found out... His training probably drilled into him time and time again that he should never ever touch his students."
"I guess so, so what would you do then?"
"Fuck him or forget him. He's not gonna make the first move, but I'm pretty damn sure he wouldn't say no if you offered it. If you're not gonna do it, just stop thinking about him, because he's sure as hell not gonna come to you."
"I should ask him if he wants to fuck? How would you even word that? 'hey Jason, nice sandals...'"
Amber sighed, "No, don't ask him, it's too easy to reject a verbal request. His training will win out for sure if you just ask him. Literally go to him, seduce him, be irresistible."
"So you're saying I should climb into his bed, ignore his verbal protests, and throw myself on his penis? Rape much?"
Amber laughed, "He's a college jock in a position of power over you, and you're an innocent high school girl; even if he did tell someone, it would be your word against his, and I can guaran-damn-tee you that no one who mattered would believe his side of it."
Zoe struggled to come up with a counter argument as silent seconds dragged into silent minutes. Eventually, she replied quietly with a weak argument about it still being morally wrong; but Amber had long since fallen asleep, so Zoe received no reply.
In reality, Zoe had objections to Amber's idea, but not moral ones. She was just scared, but she still considered taking Amber's advice that very night. The more she thought about Jason the more she wanted to know if he really liked her. Finally, after what felt like hours of internal deliberation, she swung her feet off the edge of the bed and sat up. She slipped out quietly and padded softly towards the door. When she reached the handle, she looked over her shoulder and made sure Amber hadn't moved. Then she quietly ventured out into the deep night.
Zoe walked timidly down the dirt path, her bare feet kicking up swirls of cool dust with each step. Every sound of the night made her freeze and cower; a rustling in the bushes, the hoot of an owl, a car horn honking in the distance. But eventually she reached Jason's cabin and crept carefully up to the door. She paused and thought for a minute, steeling her nerves, then she grabbed the door knob and tried to turn it as lightly and quietly as she could. When the knob didn't budge, she applied more force, but still it did not turn. Using both hands, she twisted as hard as she could, but still the door remained firmly closed. Finally, her sleepy brain realized the obvious fact that the cabin door was locked.
She stood still, unsure of what to do next. Suddenly she felt exposed, standing in the clearing around the cabin wearing nothing but some short shorts and a night shirt. A noise from within Jason's cabin spooked her, and she fled, sprinting at top speed back towards her own room; not looking back for fear that someone may have seen her.
When she finally made it back to the safety of her cabin she first checked to make sure Amber was still asleep, then she made a bee-line for the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror, bracing herself with her hands on the counter. She felt a trembling through her entire body as pure adrenaline coursed through her veins. She met her eyes in the mirror and stared at her face, flushed red from excitement, fear and exertion. When she finally stopped panting, she gulped down several glasses of water, then retired to her bed.
Chapter 8
Zoe's eyes flickered open to the warm early morning sunlight splashing across her face. She sighed contentedly and looked over to see Amber still fast asleep in the other bed. Zoe's thoughts wondered directly to Jason. She stealthily stretched her hand down between her legs and began rubbing herself through the cotton fabric of her sleeping shorts. Mentally, she promised herself she wouldn't masturbate with Amber still in the room; she just wanted to touch herself briefly and then she would stop. But after a minute of gradually intensifying friction on the outside of her shorts, she was too hot to hold back.
She felt a wet spot forming on her shorts as pulled the cotton fabric at the crotch to the side and began stimulating herself directly. As she slid her fingers in for the third stroke, she arched her back slightly, causing her forearm to press against her abdomen. The pressure on her full bladder stimulated her G-Spot from one side, as her fingers met it simultaneously on the other. The miraculous sensation left her seeing stars for a brief second as she slapped her free hand to her face to stifle a moan of pleasure.
She froze for a moment, fearful that the slap or the moan may have awoken Amber. She lay frozen, fingers still buried within, and turned her head to the side to look at Amber. She closed her eyes as far as she could without actually shutting them and pretended to sleep while she watched Amber for any sign of movement.
Zoe relaxed as the seconds passed with no response from Amber. She still felt her fingers inside her, and wondered if she could climax from thought alone. She focused as hard as she could on those fingers; pretending it was Jason exerting the firm pressure she felt. She pictured his face and mentally ran her hands over his chest. The minute or two of fantasy made her even hotter, but it didn't bring her to a climax.
Zoe returned to fingering herself, but now on each in-stroke she pressed her forearm down against her abdomen, applying pressure to her full bladder and G-Spot. As she felt herself building towards climax, she also felt a growing need to urinate. Her swollen bladder cried out as she repeatedly applied pressure to it, but she didn't care; she banished its pleas to the back of her mind as her pleasure took center stage.
Her orgasm built until she reached the point of no return. As she dropped over the edge, her bladder finally got one message through to her brain, telling her it needed relief now. An ever so brief moment of panic clouded Zoe's thoughts as she felt a strong stream of pee shoot past her fingers on its way out. But the feeling left as quickly as it had come; Zoe crashed over the edge of a waterfall as pure pleasure racked her body. Her toes curled, her eyes shut, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Every muscle in her body relaxed and contracted, including those that normally served to keep her panties dry. She had not a care in the world; not even for the large amount of pee that was flowing out past her fingers while she crammed them as deeply as possible into her slit.
The pee splashed against the bottom her wrist as it shot out, then jettisoned down into her palm and between her fingers. It immediately soaked the back of her cotton shorts and began pooling around her thighs and butt. The bucking of her hips caused a faint splashing noise as her ass bounced in the puddle, quickly spreading a damp patch up the back and sides of her nightshirt.
The extra warmth on her skin from the pee intensified her orgasm, and at that moment she wouldn't have stopped the flow even if it had been within her power to do so. But as she came down from her climax the first conscious action she took was to stop the flow of pee. Pleasure quickly turned to horror and panic as she lay still in the puddle.
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This story has been writen in the style of a confession so please, imagine you're navigating the real life experiences lists and indulge in a little schadenfreude. There's a fairly long fuse on this one and a slow burn, hopefully the bang will be worth it.
Hi everyone, my name is Seren. I'm going to tell you all about an ETREMELY embarrasing accident that I had about a year ago.
I'm only writing this at all because a friend of mine kept banging on at me to get it off my chest, as the memory of the event has stayed with me. It makes my insides feel like they're collapsing in on themselves, like my heart has burst and is spewing hot blood into my lungs until I can't breath. Yes it really was that bad. Made worse by the fact that I live in a small town in the hinter-lands of the UK; everyone knows everyone. I'm sure that at least some of you know what that's like.
Sorry if I'm going on a bit, I'm just working my way up to it... so here goes nothing.
The whole thing began on a Friday night. I was doing a 12-8 shift at my new job, my first ever job, at Mc'donalds'. I had been there for a week, but I still found the eperience to be quite daunting. They put me on the tills at front counter, as it seemed to be an unwritten rule that all the girls go there and all the boys get put in the kitchen. There was so much to learn; the way the menu was crammed onto the touch-screen till was just crazy! And even though the girl who originally taught me, Rhiannon, was very patiant and helpful, most people wouldn't spare me their frustration if I made a mistake. And I made loads.
When it's busy the atmosphere is frantic. Everyone had to shout to be heard over the sounds of equipement and buzzers; customers talking; the somewhat harsh, boisterous din of the kitchen boys; and the constant Musac (famous pop songs-I'm more of an emo/rock girl), so I found it all a bit more than tense.
I'm a rarther shy girl anyway, and a bit on the short side, but not tiny. I've got shoulder length hair, dyed black and slighty curly, which ofcourse I had to tie back while working there. Although friends have told me that my curves are really attractive, I've always thought of myself as being a little dumpy. Not that it matters now, no boy is going ti want me after hearing about what happenned.
So anyways, it was a Friday and I'd just finished the shift. While in the crew room I got a text from my mate who lives in Maesgeirchen (mice-gair-can) that few of our mates were getting wasted that night. Now, I knew that I had work again at 12, but it was Friday and the thought of letting off some steam with friend was very appealing at that moment. Plus I could hardly walk into an offie' myself to buy booze so if I wanted to drink at all I had to rely on them. I walked all the way there (it took about two hours!), still in my work clothes because there was no time to go to mine and get changed, phoned my mam to say where I'd be and arrived at the party.
It was all happenning there. Alot of the boys had brought weed as well as beer, vodca and some weird stuff called 'Jeigermeister', one of them even had some coke, but I was satisfied with the Lambrini that my girlfriends had managed to get. well, I did have a few pulls on a joint. Not that many mind you. Ironically, I remember being worried that if I smoked too much I would fall asleep and wet me knickers in front of all my friends. To be honest, I wish it had happenned that way, it still would have been less embarrasing than the way it acually went down.
The party went on until about 4am, at which point most of the older ones moved on to someone elses' house. that left me, my mate Sioned and her BF Gari, whose house it was (he was a bit older, and he had gone to bed earlier because he had been working all day). For the net hour me and Sioned messed around, throwing clothes about, giggling, general pissed girly stuff, until we were definately ready for bed. Sioned got a blanket for me and just flopped it over my half unconscious body, which ws making the bast of the couch, adding 'nos da seren bach' (good night, little star), 'nos da cariad' (good night, love) I replied. Then she went upstairs to Gari.
I awoke with a start. Like the light shinning throught the unshuttered curtains, the realisation that I had to work that day dawned on me, stung me. I figured that I had to be late, because the sun was up and I had gotten drunk. Panic gripped my mind as I reached down to a pile of my things, looking for my bag and the phone inside it, very worried indeed. If I lost my job, I knew, my parents wouldn't ever let me stay at Sioneds' house or anyones' ever again, plus, in the panic of the moment it occured to me that I wouldn't be able to get another job because the only place I could get a reference from a place which had sacked be for being late. I was still drunk and all these portents of doom were ringing in my head, causing me to feel queezey. I pushed the phone into my face, my guts turning over with adrenaline in unwanted antisipation: 11:30am. Fuck glory hallejula. There was a chance. If I could convince Gari to give me a lift I might just make it in and save my skin. I rummaged around in my pile, pulling on my white cotton knickers (yeah, yeah, I know, but my mamand dad are cheap, aye! they buy the packs), then my Maccies top which was skin tight (weird moment: I remembered one of the older kitchen boys telling me that he thought they sized all the girls' clothes wrong on purpose), then the socks, but the trouser weren'tin the pile. Instead was this pair of ever so slightly faded suit-pants, or something. Then another memory flooded back into my mind from the night before, Not of a wetting, but a dousing. One of the lads had been messing about and had spilt larger all down one of my legs, so Sioned had grabbed the first thing she came across in her room to lend me. She's less curvy than me, so these pants were skin-tight too. At this time though, I had been grateful for them. I plastered them on, then ran up to their room.
'Sioned!'I knocked on the door, not too loudly, but urgently, I was in a very urgent mood. 'you ok, seren?' thesleepy answer came back after a few moments, and I relaxed by a degree, but no more. I eplained myself when she got to the door, after which she did get Gari up. 'I suppose I can get a coffe while I'm there, aye?' he said weakly, flashing a grin that said he was probably ready to get up anyway, but would have preferred to 'attend yo bussines' first. I blushed out a smile as we went downstairs and put our shoes on. I was going to make it after all. The damn nearest run thing that you ever did see in your life. Thank God for good friends, is all I could think at the time. But as we went outside and crossed over to his 1.3 Ford Fiesta I realised I had alot more to think about than I first imagined. You already know what that was I suppose.
I hadn't gone to the bathroom right before I went to sleep, like I know I should have. And when I woke up the drama of trying not to be late had pushed all other priorities aside. Well now, in the car, as we bounced over the estates' suspension busting speed traps, one of those priorities was pushing back. Back, downwards and outwards with a spike of intensity that, quite obviously, took me by surprise. Gari was being careful not to speed as we drove through the estate, conscious that there were usuallt police about and that the speed bumps were put there to protect neiboughood children, and it was a Saturday. 11:49. Very tight, but we were on our way. I wanted to ask him to speed up but I daren't not, as he was good enough to do this for me ion the first place. The tightness in my bladder was worsening exponentionally, but it wasn't all that bad, I told myself, because we'd be there soon, so I just held on. The urge to hold myself was getting stronger though, which made me feel ashamed. Me and Sioned were the same age, but I was being driven to work by her older boyfriend, who had a car and a house, and I just felt like a little kid who couldn't hold her white wine and might just pee a little in her knickers if he didn't hurry the fuck up. 11:57. We'd spent the entire ride in silence, and I thimk it was getting to both of us. I mean, I would have on the edgr of my seat if it hadn't been cranked too far back for the action not to be noticable. 'Do you mind if I flip the radio on?' Gari asked. Just like that, Garis'care-free nature had sliced through that tension in the cab, and for one tenth of a second, in my pants as well. I gave out a somewhat surprised 'iaun!' (ok) smiling while I blushed, but only briefly, as I desperately struggled against the spurt and won control of myself. The only damage was a small wet spot in my knickers. Only small. But I could feel it there now. The radio clicked on '...classic song there by Wet Wet Wet, and we're going to follow it right up with another classic from the mid nineties: "I'm only happy when it rains"...', a damn close run thing...
11:59. We were on the main road down to Maccies' now, a straight road, and I was seriously worried at this point. Not about being late, I knew I was going to be a few minutes over by now, but I could live with that. I had to wrap my head around the possibility that I might end up wetting myself in the car park as I got out of Garis' car, on the busies day, at the busiest time. I wished he hadn't turned on the radio now, because Shirley Mansons' words were not helping ny situation: "pour your misery down on me...". I was miserable. I pulled all my inner resouces together now and focused my strength, blocking out the music, my surroundings, keeping just one thought in my head: 'hold'. 12:04. 'What was that Seren?' Gari said as he navigated the web of cars trynig to turn into the car park. 'oh, nothing. 'Thanks for getting up for me Gar', diolch!' I said as my fingers were snaking for the door handle. 'ddim problemo, seren bach, any time!'
'Bye Gari!' The moment of truth. I hurled myself out and plotted a course for the doors and to my near astonishment, I was doing ok.
Through the doors now, I weaved in between the crowd of would-be burger munchers, into the corridor and towards the toilets. The customer ones were chock-a-block, so I entered the staff only corridor to go to those ones. What do you think I found? locked doors. Both of them. I let out a wimper, and with it a thin stream of wetness found its' way into the cotton of my panties, but overall I kept my composure. I was adamant that after all I'd been through, I was not going to let this day slip into disaster. So I went to the crew room, dumped my bag and coat on the couch, taking my cap and went back to wait. For about five seconds. One of the managers, Tim, came through the kitchen door at the end of the corridor, looked around and saw me, he looked about as desperate as I felt, briskly walking towards me. (Oh, shit) 'Sorry I'm la-' I started, but he was quicker. 'That's ok. Fine. Your not that late, and it's my shift anyway. But if I could just get you set up on a till as soon as pos' that'd be lovely, thanks.'
'I-'
'Cheers. we're two people down today and it's absolutely packe. Don't worry though, it'll only last about two and a half hours.' To this day I don't know why I followed him blindly into work without saying a word. I think he mesmerised me by being niceabout the fact that I was late, or maybe the reassuring sound of his voice or the constant eye contact. Whatever it was, he had me. I was doomed I'm that moment. I felt strangley helpless. As I clocked myself in I became aware of the wet spot in my pants again. I swear it was more like a very moist patch by now. I marched up to the tills, avoiding eye contact and totally under the power of this manager. He was one of the good ones. But the busy state of the store was blinding him to all other concerns, he hadn't noticed the stiffness of my walk. I signed into a till that was already running and had a massive que i front of it. I remember thinking that I really, really, REALLY wish I had pissed through my knickers and into my skin-tight trousers on Garis' car seat. And the thing about these trousers is that they weren't the same material as or cut as the work pants, which probably would have at least made any stain less visible, wettness doesn't really show up on them. It was too late now. I'd never get away. 'Hello, can I take your order, please?' I strained, trying to concentrate on what the customer was saying. Which was hard, because I was constantly aware that I was wearing wet panties in work. The patch had grown. They wanted a double cheese and a Mac. The trickling had stopped while I collected the burgers and handed them over listlessly. I had retreated deep inside my own mind, as the pee had escaped deep into my knickers by now. I should have said something, but there was so much energetic activity all around me and I suppose I felt that they would just say no. I had lost my grip on reality. The next person wanted two cokes. I took themoney and went to the drinks tower, putting two large cups under the nozzles and pressed the two buttons which automatically began to fill them with gushing liquid. I had lost my grip. As soon as I heard the dispensers start- whooooosh.....;my legs wobbled this way and that. With my back to the customers, I properly wet my pants. One great big surge of wetness eploded into my knickers and they became drenched. The unimpeded wave went straight through my slightly faded tight black pants, which nobody had noticed until now. I contracted once, then gave up utterly. I focused on the cups as I felt the pee flow in so many dividing streams down my legs. The plastered on material absorbed it right up my bum, as it did at the front. I just watched the two cups become full as I finished completely soaking all my pants, making a vast puddle underneath me. As my senses reterned to me I realised that everyone had gone silent. I heard the last hiss of my shame before the boys in the kitchen also started wandering what was going on. I finally started crying. The other girls bundled me off quickly as they could to the staff toilets, hesitating for a moment while they decided on whether to take me through the kitchen or dining area. They had to take me through the kitchen. The whole building had come to a stand still. All eyes were either on me or learing round obsticles trying to see me. The girls got me some new work pants and I cleaned myself up. I didn't waste any time getting out of there, and I've never set foot inside that building since.
Wow. I think I do actually do feel better after telling you that. I'll always feel ashamedof myself, though. Soon as I can, I'm going to go to uni' somewhere else. I mean, I live/was born in a uni' town, but I can't stay here. Sad I know, but there it is. I'd still stay in Wales though (we get financial help from local governement)
Oh, and one more thing. I'm under no illusions as to what kind of site this is, which is why I made an effort to make the telling as 'entertaining' as possible, while fulfilling the requirement of my brief to seek a little closure on this matter. But I don't mind though, hey! It takes all sorts to move the world, right?
Seren xx
AUTHERS' NOTE: Not even in school, 13 years ago, did I ever have to copy-type a 3000 word document. Eesh! If nobody reads this I'm going to hang myself from the big 'M' outside our Maccies'. |
My first contribution. I hope you like it (even if I'm not the best writer in the world)
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It was Midori’s first day on the job as a bus tour guide, and that morning, she was very optimistic about it.
They had told her everything she needed to know during orientation.
Well, almost everything.
For some reason, nothing about restroom use was mentioned.
But Midori wasn’t thinking about that right now as she was eager to make an impression, especially since she was hired on a 30-day probationary period.
However, when she first got on the tour bus that morning, she discovered with dismay that it didn’t have a toilet! Worse yet, tour guides weren’t allowed to leave the buses while they were in motion during a shift.
As the tourists (all of them middle-aged salary men) and the driver boarded the bus and it started driving away, Midori hoped there would be a restroom near the Mt. Fuji area, which was the tour bus’s destination. Unfortunately, she didn’t count on a highway traffic jam popping up. About an hour into it, she started to feel the need to urinate. A half an hour later, the need grew worse and she noticeably started to fidget. In an attempt to keep her mind off it, she decided to talk to the passengers. She stood up with a portable microphone, trying her best to stand still. “As you can see, we are currently experiencing traffic problems. Apologies for the inconvenience.” Then she bowed while discreetly pressing both hands in her crotch. Another forty minutes passed and there was still no let-up of the traffic. Midori was now even more desperate. She sat with her knees pressed closely together and both hands pushed into her crotch. A couple of the tourists began to notice and she could hear them murmuring and snickering. Soon after, some of the tourists and the driver got off the bus to go urinate in a field on the side of the highway, leaving Midori to sit there and suffer. She already knew there was a surveillance camera on the bus, so she didn’t dare leave herself (not that she’d want to pee in such a manner even if she could, of course). From her vantage point, she could also see a distressed-looking woman sitting in the front passenger seat of a car next to the bus. Midori could tell she was extremely desperate to pee as well. She turned to say something to her husband who was driving, and even though Midori couldn’t hear them, she had little difficulty making out what they were saying.
Please, I really need to pee!
Her husband was unsympathetic.
No, you can hold it!
A few minutes later, the woman burst into tears and Midori saw the crotch of her jeans turn wet while her husband started screaming at her. Midori averted her eyes rather quickly.
The traffic started moving again after about an hour and they arrived at the tour area near the mountain’s base another forty minutes later. She had to stay on the bus and watch as the tourists got off at the rest area to eat and use the public restrooms.
Another half an hour went by as the bus drove upward. Midori was shifting from foot to foot uncontrollably as she talked on the microphone. Then the bus stopped so the men could step off and take photos of Mt. Fuji, which was coming in quite clear that day. One of them decided to go to the other side of the road to take a pee, which Midori unfortunately had to see through the window. It made her grab her crotch with both hands and moan.
Another hour passed and Midori’s need to urinate was now total agony. She could barely even talk on the mike and she couldn’t even attempt to keep still anymore. “A-And M-Mount Fuji looks even more b-beautiful from this v-view!”
“Miss, do you need to use the toilet?” a tourist in his late 50’s asked.
Midori’s face turned red with embarrassment. “No, I’m fine.”
After another hour which seemed like an eternity, they finally stopped at another rest area that also had a bus depot. It was time for a brief break for the tour employees. Midori hobbled as fast as she could to the restrooms, but as soon as she got to the first stall in the ladies’ room, her heart sank as she noticed that they were pay toilets! Worse yet, she didn’t have the required 200 yen. She let out a loud cry of despair and shock and hobbled back outside. She didn’t know what she was going to do---if she didn’t get to sit on a toilet soon, she would pee in her uniform. Her job duties forbade her from making any real small talk with tourists, so she couldn’t ask them for any spare change. She walked back to the bus in sheer pain and struggling to keep from losing control. That’s when she saw another tour company bus parked next to it and another young female tour guide standing next to the bus. She had on a uniform that was similar to Midori’s (pumps, pantyhose, skirt, blazer, white blouse, white gloves and hat) only it was light yellow instead of navy blue. And like Midori, she was doing a definite pee-pee dance.
The other tour guide said something first.
“Didn’t have any change, either, huh?
“No, I didn’t,” Midori replied. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do----I’m about to wet myself!”
“Me, too,” the other tour guide said. “Wait, I have an idea: we can both pee behind the bus and be lookouts for each other!”
At first, Midori was hesitant about this, being someone who was reluctant about peeing outside. But in the condition she was in now, it was either that or having an accident.
“Okay,” Midori said. “You can go first.”
“Thanks!” the woman said, starting to loosen her clothes. “My name’s Noriko, by the way.” Noriko extended her hand and Midori shook it.
Midori looked the other way as Noriko squatted behind the bus, but as Noriko started urinating loudly, the sound of it suddenly made Midori think about her own bursting bladder even more than she was already. A spurt of urine escaped from body and into the crotch of her panties. Midori gasped and squeezed her thighs together tightly, using all of her willpower to keep from losing total control.
“All done!” Noriko exclaimed as she jumped back up, completely relieved.
“Thank you,” Midori said, running behind the bus. “I’m already starting to pee!”
Midori unzipped the back of her skirt, yanked it down along with her pantyhose and already-wet panties and squatted and let go. She let out a loud sigh of relief as she peed, amazed at the amount that came out and splattered on the ground. It felt good to finally to get to relieve herself, but would she be able to manage like this every day? |
After several months of looking for work in Japan’s weak economy, Miyuki was glad to finally to find a job as an office lady. Even though it was a three-month contract/temporary job, it was better certainly better than nothing at all and the pay was adequate. She was starting college soon and she needed something to help pay for expenses.
She also figured it was easy work as it was data entry and answering phones. When she showed up to the office in Marunouchi for the orientation the day before her first work, however, she would be shocked to find the position wouldn’t be as easy as she thought it would be.
Her supervisor, an attractive-yet-stern-looking woman in her late 30’s who wore a gray pantsuit, explained the workplace rules and eventually got to the break policies for temporary employees for the nine-hour workday.
“You get one half-hour break for lunch and personal time. But for reasons of productivity, you must remain at your desks during all other times outside of the break period.”
“What if need to go to the toilet?” another new office lady asked.
“You do that during the break,” the supervisor said curtly, slightly irritated. “You are an adult and this shouldn’t be a problem.”
Miyuki became worried when she heard this and considered not showing up the next morning. She also wondered if it was illegal under Japanese law, but she had no clue how to report it, not to mention that temporary employees probably didn’t have the same rights that permanent employees have as far as she knew. But she needed the job and decided to go in after all. And it’s not like she hadn’t had to hold her bladder for extended periods of time before. She had had to do it before during long exams in high school and field trips, and sometimes even while out on the town with friends or on a date.
Miyuki arrived at the office the next morning at 8:00 a.m. She had on the office uniform that was given to her the day before: a midnight blue skirt and vest and white blouse with a nametag. She had decided to refrain from drinking coffee in the morning as well as diuretics of any kind during the day to make the work hours easier.
But the moment she sat down on her desk (which had several thick plastic folders stacked on top of it containing data for her to type into the computer), a salaryman started handing out cups of coffee. Miyuki wanted to refuse, but since she was a lower-ranking employee, she was obliged to accept the offer.
Nearly an hour later, the coffee began to take effect and Miyuki started to feel the urge to urinate. Oh, no! Miyuki thought. She tried to concentrate on something else so she wouldn’t have to think about her bladder for the next three hours, but as another half-an-hour passed, her need grew worse. She started crossing her legs and pressing one hand in her crotch. She looked around the office at the other three office ladies and she noticed they were also wriggling in their chairs. Yet they all had to stay at their desks at all other times besides the break, while the salarymen and supervisor could freely mill about and leave the office to use the toilet.
Twenty more minutes crawled by, and Miyuki was now very desperate to pee. It was so bad that she could barely concentrate on her work. She didn’t think she was going to be able to hold it until the break at this point. The supervisor stepped out a few minutes later (she was wearing a black pantsuit today) and Miyuki decided to take the opportunity to ask her to go relieve herself.
“Uh, Ms. Sakahara?”
Ms. Sakahara turned around and looked at her. “Yes, Miyuki?”
“May I step away from the desk just for a few minutes so I can go to the toilet, please?” Her legs were fidgeting up and down uncontrollably.
“No, you may not, Miyuki!” Ms. Sakahara replied coldly. “And you know better than to ask when the break policy was already explained to you.”
“Please, Ms. Sakahara, it’s an emergency!” Miyuki pleaded. “I don’t think I can…”
“I said no!” Ms. Sakahara snapped. “Every minute away from your desk means less work done. And if I let you go, I’ll have to let the other temp employees go. You will just have to hold it!”
“But I h…”
“You are not a child and you can hold your bladder until your break! Do not ask me again.”
As Ms. Sakahara walked away, Miyuki sat there in despair---she couldn’t believe a female supervisor could be so cruel! Her need was now a white-hot ball of agonizing pressure between her legs and there was no way she felt she could last two more hours until the break. But she would have to try.
The other office ladies were suffering as well. Shoko, the girl at the desk next to her, leaned over to Miyuki and whispered, “I need to pee really bad, Miyuki!” She kept repeatedly crossing and re-crossing her legs.
“Me, too”, Miyuki whispered back. “It isn’t fair that we have to stay at our desks and everyone else doesn’t. I’m about this close to wetting myself!”
Another hour passed as Miyuki struggled to hold on. Her need to urinate was now so bad that it felt like she would lose control at any moment. It also made doing her work more difficult than it was already was. It wasn’t much of a problem answering the phone while putting one hand in her crotch, but it was when she had to type data in the computer.
Suddenly, Mari, another one of the office ladies, stood up from her desk and exclaimed, “I can’t hold it anymore, I have to PEE!!!” Then she ran out of the office.
“Hey….wait, stop!!” Ms. Sakahara yelled after her.
After witnessing this, Miyuki herself she couldn’t wait anymore, either. Her legs trembling and with both hands in front of her crotch, she began to rise from her chair. “Ms. Sakahara….I must go to…” It was at that point that her tortured bladder sphincter muscles could take no more and she started to wet herself. Hot urine cascaded down her legs and between them, soaking back of her skirt and splashing onto the carpet beneath her while making a huge puddle. Miyuki stood there frozen and Ms. Sakahara, the other two office ladies and the permanent employees all watched in shock as this took place.
Miyuki then came to her senses and put both hands in her face, sobbing from humiliation. She was too embarrassed to even run out of the office. |
I apologise now for any missed spelling or gramatical mistakes that I make. I refuse to edit it after posting because it will have that annoying Orange box and it gets on my nerves...
Now that that's over, welcome to my FIRST EVER OMORASHI fiction. It's pure pig swill, but I appreciate you taking the time to read it. In the off chance that you find a way to imoprove upon this, let me know, so I know who to hunt down and kill...
The picture (from AnimePaper) was the best suited one I could find for this story. You'll probably find better ones, but I couldn't be bothered to trawl through hundreds of possible pictures... http://omorashi.org/public/style_emoticons/default/tongue.png
Love ya!
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Lydia was in trouble. Sorry. That's not true. Lydia was in BIG trouble. She sat there, almost naked, on the cold wet tile floor and tried to work out where it had all gone wrong. It wasn't hard to work it out, but she refused to accept that she'd been so stupid...
It had all started about six hours ago. She'd just been walking home late from school when she realised that she needed to pee. It was still another hour before she'd get home and she couldn't last THAT long, so she chose to walk to the nearest mall, maybe 5 minutes away.
It was nearly 8Pm when she got there and she knew that the mall would be closing soon, so when she arrived, she ran straight past a some last-minute shoppers, a security guard and a fountain before turning the corner into the small corridor leading to the toilets. She ran straight into the door and bounced straight back off again, landing flat on her backside. It was locked and the floor was cold.
SHIT!
She turned around and stood up quickly, feeling sudden cramps in her abdomen and falling to her knees. She closed her eyes and lay down on her side, clutching her stomach. Thsi wasn't good. She slowly rubbed herself and the pain started to face. Standing up, she opened her eyes and saw that the mall had gone dark. She ran out of the corridor and towards the nearest
exit, but just as she turned the final corner, she saw the metal grill blocking her path. The mall was closed, with her locked in.
Frantically, she opened her backpack and swang it round in front of her, some of the contenst falling into a small heap on the floor. She bent back over, stomach hurting again, reaching to pick up all her stuff. On the floor, under the books, she saw he phone... It was broken.
I'm in trouble now...
She walked over to the nearest bench and thought for a moment. She couldn't get out and she couldn't tell anyone she was here. There was only one thing for it. Sleep here tonight and hope that her mum didn't panic!
Then she heard the fountain again. Behind her was a 4 teir fountain, with water trickling down from one layer, onto another before reaching the bottom and being pumped back to the top. Lydia watched the water trickle down and then remembered why she was here at all. Her hands quickly clasped her pussy, whilst she crossed her legs as far as they would go. The sound of the fountain rushed through her head and she felt the constant pangs of pain as her bladder swelled from the need to empty.
She sat there for a few minutes, writhing in both pain and, to her surprise, pleasure. For her, holding in her pee was strange and new. Normally, she'd find a toilet and use it, and if that was unable to happen, she'd just pee herself and sort it out. Tonight, However, she couldn't afford to pee herself. She'd need these clothes when she woke up, for school tomorrow. She looked around and tried to find somewhere where she wouldn't be able to hear the fountain, put her bag on the floor and lay down, legs smushing into each other and using her blazer as a blanket.
I can hold onto this. I don't need to pee. I am the master of my own bladder...
She repeated this over and over again, each time trying to open her legs, but failing. They were starting to hurt her. A sudden thought hit her. Maybe she should remove her clothes and pee in the fountain?
Only if I get desperate...
She got desperate, 10, maybe 15 minutes after and decided that this was it. If she was going to pee, she'd be doing it now.
Slowly, she slipped off her shoes, socks and started to unbutton her shirt. By the time her last button was undone, she was fit to burst.
Just one more minute...
She slipped her shirt off and slowly undid her bra. Any sudden movements and she would pee. She had to take things very slowly right now. Having removed it, she slowly ran her fingers down her body, feeling a strong sense of anticipation in her body, which lay there, shivering on the cold floor. As her hands reached her panties, she stopped and realised what she could do. She was alone and despite her protests, her body seemed willing to join the fun going on in her bladder.
She slowly rubbed herself, trying to take her mind off of the fountain, yet trying to make one of her own. Building up bith courage and rhythm, she started to masturbate, slowly at first and building up speed until her hand couldn't take the strain anymore.
She jumped up and then fell, back onto her knees, before realising the sudden lack of pain and the flowing feeling her body had. Then she felt the hot fluid dripping down her leg, through her 'almost off' panties.
She looked around, unsure what to do, before giving up and laying down on the hot wet floor, pee spreading across it, panties soaked and her hand in agony. A few minutes later, Lydia was cold again, the pee having cooled down. She started to wonder exactly where it had all gone wrong for her... |
The Strange Class Details
Dewleaf
(Completely fiction and quite different from what you might expect from an arousing beginning, but if anyone shows interest, I may continue this story into chapters)
A boy about the age of nineteen with blond hair, blue eyes, and a princely smile walked up the short walkway of an expansive manor and rang the doorbell. What was to wait for him inside, was something he had not guessed would happen in all his life. Ralph was finally going to get something he had only ever dreamed of.
Inside the mansion, all appeared empty, and front door was not latched so that when Ralph pushed gently upon the door, he could see into an expansive room with large picture frame windows opposite of him, a beautiful golden carpet that filled the room, and a few red-wine covered silky cushioned chairs and sofas spread neatly around the sitting room.
“Wow,” Ralph said to himself. “Where is everyone?”
He looked again at the address paper, taking it from his jean jacket top left pocket and read it again. 192 Burmingham Way.
He shrugged and folded the paper again tucking it back into place in his left top jean pocket. His jean and wool material coat was nicely warm in this snowy weather that laid out a picturesque view through the large windows. He could see a snowman, but the snowman was different in that it was more or less shaped like a fit woman with panties on and a short button down shirt that was purposely left open allowing him to see the bumps for breasts made into the sculpture. Who ever made it was very creative, and though he wondered how it didn’t melt with the shirt on it, the most alarming thing, was they had gotten a real pair of pink panties on it, and yet the feet of the girl were touching the ground. How did they do that?
While Ralph contemplated the mysterious snow-girl, from the left archway, a red headed girl strolled in. Her hair was quite curly, and it was more auburn than red. Her face had a few freckles especially around the cheeks, and her eyes were a vivid green.
“I’m Ginny,” the girl reached her hand out towards Ralph.
Ralph looked her up and down, seeing that she was in a nice tan top and some new looking blue-jeans. Her feet were still bare, and her nails were painted red along with her lips.
“You are waiting for Nancy, aren’t you?” she asked him as she wrapped her thin fingers around his shoulders to take his coat.
Ralph nodded not realizing that she was already strolling to a door with his coat. She could have just about undressed him because of the trance he was in from watching her beauty walk from him towards the closet.
“She’ll be right in, but in the meanwhile, you can relax on the sofa and tell me about yourself and why you wanted to spend a weekend at our mansion.”
“I saw the ad in the paper about a manager,” he responded his face becoming red at the thought of the type of manager they were really looking for.
“Oh, yes. So you think you can train us to be like old fashion girl ‘nice girls,” she raised an eye.
“Well, if you really want to learn, I can teach you what I think that means, yeah.”
“So you came with rules and everything with you, haven’t you?” she asked him.
“The rules and procedures for my classes are in my coat pocket on several flash memory clips. I will be glad to share them all with all of you ladies once everyone has introduced herself, why she wants this training, and then I have been shown to the multimedia room that has been promised for my instructional periods.”
“Sounds good,” Ginny smiled. “Why don’t I get you something to drink?” she asked.
“Some grape juice?” Ralph raised an eyebrow. He had specifically told the girl on the phone that he was addicted to grape juice, and would be drinking that nearly all day. He also asked her to promise that while the girls were being trained, that they stick to fruit juices as well throughout the day.
“Of course,” Ginny giggled. She walked out of the room to get the juice and a blond young woman with blue eyes and wavy hair came from the other side of the room from the opening that Ginny first came from and then exited through.
“Oh, hi.” She smiled. “Are you here for Nancy?” she asked.
“Yeah, I guess,” Ralph answered looking into her eyes. “But really, my business will include you all once Nancy and I have ironed out our contract.”
“Oh, you are our new trainer,” she squealed. “I’m Kate. I’m a little excited at times, but I’ll try to do everything you teach me.” Her face was slightly pink. It was obvious that she thought Ralph might be good looking or something.
Ralph itched his left hand.
“I’ll go get Nancy for you,” Kate giggled and departed the room.
Three other girls came into the room when Kate left. A thin model like girl with black hair, brown eyes, and a darker skin tone by the name of Melissa, A girl with rather short brown hair and brown eyes with fairly light skin, by the name of Amanda, and a girl with black shining hair that reached her mid-back and black eyes by the name of Yukari were all standing in his presence. Ralph thought about each of the girls that he had met thus far, and Ginny was certainly the tallest while Yukari was the shortest. Melissa was probably Mexican, and seemed very sweet. Kate as excitable, and Ginny was probably a natural leader.
Ginny brought in some grape juice and cookies for Ralph and the six girls to enjoy.
“So, are there just six of you, or is someone else hiding?” Ralph asked Ginny.
“No, just six at the moment, but I think Nancy wants the school to grow eventually. I don’t know how that will happen though. You are the only teacher to respond to our ads, and we are the only five students besides her, that have shown any interest in the program for the last six months.”
“Well, why don’t we start with you then,” Ralph continued to talk to Ginny while the three others sat listening, and Kate was busy getting Nancy. “Why do you want to do this training?”
“It’s a sad story,” she sighed. “You see, I wanted to marry this very handsome and nice guy from England. He and I were getting along so great and I really thought he loved me. He said he did, but anyway, he decided he couldn’t marry me.”
Ralph looked at her puzzled.
“Well, you see, I am… too… er… strong, was the way he put it. He said that I didn’t know how to be a lady, and he really couldn’t marry someone that wasn’t a lady.”
“Did he tell you what a lady was like?”
“Well, he said that I said vulgar things in public, and that my clothes were not always in good taste though I think I wear popular things that guys like.”
Ralph nodded kind of understanding what the guy may have meant. At the moment, there wasn’t really anything wrong with what she was wearing or what she said. He didn’t think she was the kind of person to swear at every given opportunity, so it must have been the hidden things that people don’t think about.
“So, you could just find someone else,” Ralph offered her.
“Yes, but he said he would come back in a year, and if I learned to talk, dress, and be a lady, he would consider marrying me because he really liked me. So, I want to learn to be a lady for him.”
Ralph nodded. He would teach her, but he wasn’t sure his training would be exactly what the boy would want. Still, he said nothing about his training or intentions to her.
“So, you are Melissa?” he turned to the Mexican girl. “Why do you want to attend this class?”
“I just want to know what men are looking for in a girl for long term relationships. I have been in many short term flings, but it never gets serious, and I think it’s because of something I am doing wrong.”
“I see. And you do watch what you say and how you dress?” he asked her.
“Yes. I try to wear my hair in different styles that might be pleasing from time to time, I dress in fashionable clothes, and I try to agree with them whenever I can and even let them touch me before I’m really comfortable if I have to.”
Ralph nodded understanding what her problem was. She was the kind of girl guys liked in the short term, and she didn’t understand that these things would never lead to a long lasting love. She didn’t understand patience. He didn’t say this to her, he simply thought about what he would do to teach her.
By then, Kate had reappeared with a young woman in her twenties. The girl was wearing an open blouse, completely unbuttoned, but with a t-shirt under it so that her chest was covered. Her blond-nearly brown hair was brushed until it was very soft and hung at her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled and her red lips were parted. He couldn’t help feel something within him stir for her.
Below her extra-long t-shirt, she had on nothing but panties, but they were covered by the length of the shirt. Her legs were smooth, beautiful, and soft with nothing covering them. Her feet were natural except for the pink polish she had put on all 20 of her nails.
“I am Nancy,” the young lady addressed Ralph.
Ralph stood at once, and escorted her to the seating area. He had feelings that he didn’t want to change the way this young nymph was that stood in front of him, but he knew he had to. She wanted to know what a decent girl should be like, and she wanted probably what all the girls there wanted, a stable boyfriend that might lead to marriage.
“Nice to meet you,” he said as he took her hand. Her waltz to the seating area was so graceful, he wasn’t sure if she was dancing or walking. She certainly had a way with the way her body moved to stir him a little crazy.
“So, you have met all the girls,” Nancy said in a soft voice. “I would like to discuss our contract in detail….”
“Before we discuss the contract, I want to get to know you girls a little and to understand what you expect to learn from me,” Ralph interjected. “Excuse me for being rude, but it’s important to know whether or not I can help you before we make a contract.”
Nancy nodded.
“I’ve already started by asking about Melissa and Ginny. Since you are the leader of this idea, why don’t I get your situation next? Why do you want to have a class on being a lady?”
“It’s not a class on being a lady,” Nancy smiled up at him. “We are all already ladies, but we don’t seem to be able to get serious guys who want to settle down with us, and we don’t want to be old and gray and lonely.”
“I see. Can you specifically tell me what you have heard your old beaux say about you, that maybe you want help in changing?”
“They never really say anything about me,” she blushed. “They just kind of forget about me after a while and marry someone else. They always compliment my dress style, my creativity and sense of fun, and everything else. I am pretty well liked by all.”
Ralph nodded. She was a typical popular girl that seemed to have everything in the right place, but that was only for the here and now, and for guys that were only interested in a good time at that moment rather than long term thinking men. She was not going to like his classes, he was sure, but she had called him. If she was serious, she would stick through the lessons. Then she would decide whether or not he had taught her anything valuable or not.
“What do you think is wrong with the guys that seemed to like you for a while, but then left?” he decided to ask her just to be clear of his mission.
“I think, well, maybe I’m too showy or popular or something. I want to learn to be someone respectable rather than just someone for a good time,” she blushed. “I think maybe it has to do with being ‘decent.”
Bingo! Ralph thought. So, she did want him to teach her to be more, like a man wanted a girl to be.
“You know, what you may have to learn maybe very difficult and you may not understand it at first. You may even find it rather strange or gross at times. Are you sure you want to do this?” The question was for all of the girls, but at the moment, he as looking right at the ring leader, Nancy.
Nancy nodded. “I’ll do anything.”
“That’s exactly one thing I’m going to change. You cannot respond with saying anything as that may give boys the wrong idea even if you are not the kind of girl to offer herself to just anyone for sex.”
“Oh,” Nancy blushed at his frankness. “I shouldn’t say it like that?”
“I’ll teach you how to talk like a ‘lady,’ but you have to agree to do everything I say no matter how hard or gross you find it.”
“Gross?” the girls asked together feeling a little nervous.
“You’ll understand when the time comes,” Ralph said. “There is no point in worrying about it until we make a contract and you either agree or disagree with the terms.”
Nancy started to feel her second sense telling her that this was going to be a strange class and like nothing she had ever experienced before, but of course, she figured she already knew it was going to be like that, so she let the feeling go. It was just nerves at something new.
Ralph then got the other three girl’s problems out, all basically related to the same problem. They couldn’t get a boy to settle with them because they were not ‘right’ for marriage even if they were fun or interesting to be with.
Later that morning, Ralph found himself in a small office with Nancy sitting on the visitor side of the desk, and letting him have the master side.
“This is your office if you agree to teach us,” she told him. “So, what kind of contract do we need?”
“Well, you already agreed to the money on the phone. That will be in the contract of course, but the main part of the contract, that might cause trouble for you students, is the part of obedience. You have to do anything and everything I say. You understand?”
Nancy nodded. She thought she understood. He was the teacher.
Ralph shook his head though. “You don’t understand. When you are on duty hours, another words, during my scheduled class times, only very extreme emergencies or situations will get you out of class. If you leave my class even one day early or come late, there will be harsh penalties like spankings or other disciplinary actions.”
Nancy looked down for a moment.
“Think about it. You couldn’t get a boy to be long term because something was missing. You probably didn’t give him all your time, mind, and soul on your dates, did you? You always carried your cell phone.”
Nancy couldn’t deny that. She nodded. She knew she needed to learn this then, if that was one of the problems that caused the boys to look elsewhere.
“I will not accept many excuses, so come to class expecting me to say no, no matter what you want to leave class for.”
She nodded.
“We will have mock dates. During those dates, the girls will practice what was taught during class. They will learn to set priorities, and there will be acceptable excuses for being rude on a date, but most of the time, those will not be the case.”
Again, Nancy nodded. She saw nothing wrong with what he said so far.
“Any girl that rejects being corrected three times will be expelled from my classes even you, even though this is your manor.”
Nancy’s mouth dropped, and she thought about it. But after all, he had to have some way to discipline them if this was a discipline problem. “Alright,” she said in a very quiet voice.
“Then every girl will sign the bottom of the contract, and it will be displayed in the teaching room so I can point to it and remind them that they are there by choice. If they decided I’m too strict, they can leave.”
Nancy nodded.
Ralph smiled, and Nancy stood up after signing her name on the first line at the bottom. She took the contract to go talk to the girls, and Ralph just sat there smiling. He had at least Nancy where he wanted her. She had signed the contract. Probably some of the others would also sign it, though he figured at least half of them would want to drop after hearing his rules.
Ralph started to day dream about his class of women looking up to him as he taught and gave advice, their legs shaking under the table, but knowing that they could not ask permission without getting in trouble.
Another twenty minutes later, Nancy and all of the others came back into the office with the paper signed by all six girls.
“We understand what you want of us and we are willing to pay the price,” Nancy told Ralph. “So when can you start teaching us?”
“I can start giving you suggestions from now, but as for class, I need to make sure you have the room set up for everything I need.”
Nancy nodded. “We can have the room set up by the end of the week.”
“Then, I’ll start your regular classes then. Meanwhile, I should start making posters for what is acceptable and not acceptable during class. Do I stay a motel?” Ralph asked her.
“Well, we thought you might want a room here….”
Ralph cut her off. “Are all the girls staying here?” he asked her.
“Well, yeah, they are.”
“And you want them to stay with a man in the house that is not related to them?” he scolded her.
Nancy looked down.
“I will stay at a hotel, and I’ll explain why tomorrow. I am sure you didn’t mean to do something wrong,” he smiled and spoke softly. “But it is just that kind of thing, that makes guys not trust you for keeping a long term marriage.”
Now, all the girls blushed. They had all known they wouldn’t want him in their beds that night, but to be in the same house, they didn’t know that that was a problem.
Ralph gathered up his coat, bade the girls a safe evening, as it was drawing near, and he went to find a motel to stay at. |
This is what would've been submitted to the competition about a group of friends in an omorashi experience during a show. Just about when I was really fixing to complete it, my computer crashed. Months later I've gotten a new one and last week got a portable hard drive with the old information. Congrats to the winner (BTW, I don't know where to read the story).
Characters are the from the 80's TV show, Alvin and the Chipmunks.
The Chipettes were excited to be on a road trip to attend a concert rather than performing one. Between their little legs each was a route 44 root beer, the signature and favorite drink between them and the Chipmunks. The girls couldn’t even remember the last time they were simply in a theatre for a movie. But they were also rather nervous as the aged Ms. Miller was driving the car and trying to read a map.
Jeanette, the one with wide pink glasses gasped as she grabbed the steering wheel and jerked the car out of incoming traffic.
Eleanor, a bit chubby in light green greedily slurped down hers, but held her forehead. “Oh, brain freeze,” she complained as she held her forehead.
Britney was focused on the time as she gingerly took gulps from her drink nearly the size of her torso. “We are going to make it there on time right?”
Jeanette dragged the map away from Ms. Miller’s face, looked at her watch and scratched some numbers on her notepad. “If we get there,” she said looking out the window, she wobbled the pencil at a sign and made a few more additions to her math. “According to my calculations, we’ll be there about ten minutes before show time at this rate.”
“Oh!” Britney gasped, “We don’t know when the Chipmunks are performing! They could be the opening act! They won’t hold the front row seats forever! Fans are such greedy people, why they’d practically jump over the rows to get our spots!”
“Uh, don’t you think you’re overreacting?” Eleanor asked. “I’m sure our seats will be available when we get there, as long as we’re on time.”
“She’s right,” Jeanette replied sipping her drink, “we reserved them the day the concert was established.”
“But the line!” Britney insisted as Eleanor slurped her drink, “It’ll probably be half an hour before we even get in at all. And then people have to pack their tents and move their porter potties…”
Eleanor’s eyes perked up as she quietly burped. She blushed and put a finger to her cheek, “Eh, u-u-u-uh—speaking of porter potties…”
Britney ignored her sister. “And the lighting, sleeping bags, and security taking out people with fake tickets.”
Jeanette giggled. “Britney, I’m quite sure that it’s highly improbable, even impossible, for someone to haul their own porter potty to wait in line.
Britney put on her pout face as she quietly took sips of her root beer. Jeanette adjusted her pink glasses and continuing drinking. “Mmm, it’s been so long since we could have soda, preparing our voices for performances all the time.”
Eleanor pursed her lips before speaking loudly, “Yes, and said root beer is making me need a porter potty right now.”
Britney rolled her eyes and folded her arms. “Eleanor, did you drink yours too fast again?”
Her younger sister put her pointer fingers together and looked away, “I uh—um—maybe?”
“How bad is it?” Jeanette asked.
“Oh, not at all, just now noticed really.”
Britney put a hand on Ms. Miller’s shoulder. “Step on it, Ms. Miller! We don’t have time for bathroom breaks!”
Thirty minutes passed. Jeanette began biting the edge of her pencil as she was reading, right foot tucked under her left leg where her uneven white socks hung limp, wiggling from her constant motion. The spine of the book sat comfortably over her light purple and short skirt, though it pressed into her crotch every now and then. She looked over at her now nearly empty route 44 soda, picking it up and scooting the last bit of ice into her mouth.
Eleanor’s situation was much more visible, tapping and scooting to the sound of music in her headphones. She shifted and swung her feet around, bouncing slightly and trying to distract herself with the countryside scenery.
Britney on the other hand pretended absolutely nothing was wrong. She sat up straight and true, rapidly texting away on her cell phone with her knees under her thick teal pantyhose locked tightly together.
Ms. Miller looked at an oncoming sign for the next rest stop. “Girls, are you sure you don’t want a bathroom break?”
“No,” Britney said dropping her phone and moving forward. “No, nothing of the sort! We’re just fine, right?” She looked over at Eleanor who bit her lip and pressed her hands together in pleading motion.
Jeanette pulled up her notebook again and looked at her numbers. “I’m afraid Britney may be right,” she heavily sighed. “If we stop for even five minutes, with the time I calculate rush hour traffic may be at this intersection and the rest of it, and knowing this area is notorious for long bathroom lines—we’d be here about ten minutes, which would actually extend our time by almost thirty minutes.”
She continued her tech-babble as she opened a handheld computer. “And according to blog posts and current reviews, the line is getting pretty long, extending our wait to nearly an hour by stopping now.”
Eleanor rose her right hand as her left went between her legs, “But…”
“But nothing Eleanor!” Britney hissed. She grabbed her sister’s arms, pulling out the one in her dress, and began violently shaking them, “No, no, no! You’re a big girl, you can make it! We all can!”
“Well, in that case,” Ms. Miller said holding up her drink. “Why don’t you girls be nice and finish this off for me please?” she wagged her other hand, both hands off the steering wheel. “Don’t want to be wasteful. It’s quite alright; I didn’t get a lot of ice so it shouldn’t be watered down.”
“The wheel please, Ms. Miller,” Jeanette said grabbing the route 44 drink.
The elderly woman put her right hand gently on the wheel and began lecturing them about money, costs, and wastefulness. As she did, she switched hands for gestures and began swerving in the road a bit.
“Ms. Miller! Fine!” Britney shouted. “Please, you’ll draw attention to the cops! We’ll drink it!”
Eleanor was already quite horrified at the statement. She dug both hands firmly in her crotch and gritted her teeth. “Oh,” she whispered, “my poor bladder!”
“Oh don’t worry Eleanor,” Britney said grabbing the drink from Jeanette, “you don’t have to have any of it,” and she began taking massive gulps. She sighed and smacked her lips, “It’s getting hot,” and she continued gulping. She eventually drew up a paper towel and wiped her mouth, handing the remaining half of the root beer to Jeanette.
The eldest girl looked at the cup and before she drank any, dryly gulped loudly, cowering at the daunting challenge. “Oh, I’m going to regret this.” She sighed, closed her book, tucked it tightly between her legs and began rapidly drinking the root beer.
Just as she finished, they passed the rest stop, while Eleanor leaning over the passenger side and nearly whimpering at the sight, like a traveler in a desert would at an oasis.
Another forty minutes passed and the car entered the city of their destination. Jeanette tightened up, sweating profusely and constantly rubbing her legs together. Trying to distract herself with her book, a foot shoved into her short light purple skirt. But even stringing a few words together was difficult; she nervously rubbed her glasses with her long-sleeve shirt and began trembling.
Eleanor stopped listening to her music, both hands jammed into her crotch, legs tightly shifting. She looked out the window at the sites, but seeing a water fountain made her squeal and look straight ahead, teeth cringing and grinding together.
Britney was still trying to hide her own desperation, but this was proving impossible. She held a straight, angered face with her legs crossed and swinging. She adjusted her posture every time Eleanor looked at her and then re-crossed her legs. Then she gasped. “There! There it is! We made it!”
“Well I guess you girls were right,” Ms. Miller replied, “we’re here twenty-five minutes early. But look, the line is moving fast.”
“Let’s hurry up inside!” Britney said.
“While you stand in line Ms. Miller,” Eleanor suggested, “can we go to the bathroom?”
Ms. Miller laughed. “Why of course dear! In fact, I can just drop you off here.”
Before the car could even come to a complete stop, the Chipettes were out of their seatbelts and opening car doors. They didn’t even stop to look at the lights and sites of downtown, only focused on getting inside.
They used their short stature to their advantage and began weaving through an eager crowd, but they finally stopped at a pair of blue pants that stood in their way at every angle they turned.
“Wristbands please,” the venue security guard asked. “And please, no pushing.”
“Oh, please sir,” Eleanor said, “we’re the Chipettes, we’ve got tickets!”
“Never heard of you,” he replied.
Britney gave him a rude gasp. “Oh, where do you live? In a cave? Surely we’ve performed here before,” she replied.
“I was homeless just a few months ago,” he responded, “so I don’t take well to that attitude. No wristbands, no entry.”
“Not—not even for the bathroom?” Eleanor cried as both hands grasped her crotch.
He laughed. “Nice try girls, but the venue’s bathrooms are paid guests only.”
The girls quickly turned, Eleanor still begging when Britney grabbed her arm and pulled her away. “Come on. We have to find another way in.”
Jeanette cleared her throat, “Or another bathroom.”
“Way out here?” Britney asked. “We’ll not only get lost, we’ll probably be late. Unless I was right about people bringing their own…”
“Porter potties!” Eleanor gleamed as she pointed.
There in the middle of a parking lot were three porter potties. The girls looked at each other and dashed towards the location. They were facing the backside of them but they couldn’t see anyone around it. They climbed the short hill as hard as they could, stumbling on rocks as they could each only use one hand. Britney forgot she was supposed to be mature about it but her face couldn’t hide it with her anger and determination. Jeanette curled her lips in and looked rather queasy. Eleanor was gritting her teeth with eyes filling with tears of desperation.
But when they made it to the top, a line of twenty people stood in front of each. Britney stomped her foot and crossed her arms. “This—is so unfair.”
“Oh, I almost went,” Eleanor whispered crossing her legs and stepping one foot on the other, hands wringing her tie.
“We don’t have time to wait in this line, we have to get in!”
Britney grabbed both her sisters arms and pulled them back to the venue’s entry line where Ms. Miller was waving for them.
Britney began her speech as they walked, both girls quite unwilling, “Our number one priority is to get to those seats and make sure nobody has taken them! It is the most…” she stopped for a second, a tiny squirt of pee slipping out of her little crotch. She bit her lip, “it is the highest—yes the most important thing right now.”
Another fifteen minutes passed, and Britney saw her salvation: the four front row chairs just waiting for them. They were in the spotlight from her point-of-view. “Hurry!” she urged. “We have to save our spots!”
Eleanor kept looking over her shoulder at the back doors but followed her sisters in fear of getting lost in the crowd. They set down some items and Ms. Miller took a seat.
“I’ll save your spots,” she assured with a nod, “just go find the bathrooms.”
But as they turned around and were about to take their first step when the lights went dark and a stream of strobe lights flooded the auditorium. The announcer introduced himself and called for the show to begin.
Each girl tightened her eyes closed, and they reluctantly turned back to sit back down.
“Simon said he dedicated a song to me,” Jeanette admitted.
“Theodore was presenting a big surprise on stage for me,” Eleanor followed up.
“Alvin promised to mention us and present our world tour. He said they would shine the spotlight on us.”
They gingerly shuffled down the row and sat down, Ms. Miller chuckling. “Oh, back so soon?”
“We’ll be fine,” they said in unison.
Eleanor gasped and turned to Britney on the far left, “But Britney! What if the Chipmunks aren’t the opening act?”
“They have to be,” she assured. “That, or the opening act is something other than singing, and they’ll be right after. Or they’ll be brought on through the opening act. It doesn’t matter Eleanor, we can’t miss it!”
A local dance group was introduced, a group of black high school students entered the stage a la Michael Jackson moonwalk, and everyone cheered. The girls gulped and Britney’s sisters glared at her.
Each of the girls seemed surprised at how long they could keep holding it in. But just as the third singing act ended and an announcer appeared to reveal some dedication and news, Eleanor shrieked loudly. Her green eyes widened and her fingers curled up tightly. Her jaw quivered and her eyes slowly slipped to an endless, dreamy stare before she looked down.
Jeanette’s worried face turned to her right. After the crowd’s cheer quieted, a faint hissing sound was audible and a dark spot began to rapidly expand on Eleanor’s green dress. She could feel her white panties quickly become drenched in her warm pee, the plastic chair cupping the puddle around her butt, crotch, and thighs. Tears gently swelled up in her eyes as she quietly sobbed, looking down at the damage.
It didn’t take long for the onrushing pee to tap on the floor, first from the back, like a waterfall spreading outward to the red carpet below, dampening it in a maroon color. Eleanor spread her legs out apart slightly, as her urine soaked deeply through her knee-length dress and fell down in a separate puddle from the font below her feet.
She tightened her breathing as her fattened bladder relaxed. She pushed out the rest as hard as she could to get it over with, fluxing the waterfall to merge the front and back puddles beneath her seat together in one large mass. She leaned back breathing harder with closed eyes, trying to relax as she waited for it to finally finish.
As the last of it came out, Eleanor rubbed her eyebrows with her right hand, tilting her head back and moaning.
“Did—did you just wet yourself?” Jeanette asked, knowing the obvious answer.
Eleanor only nodded.
Ms. Miller left moments before as the base was too harsh on her, and Jeanette leaned over to Britney. “Eleanor just wet herself!” she whispered loudly. She turned back to look behind them and saw the people seated behind them didn’t seem to take notice. Jeanette patted her sister with her right hand as she straightened up and held her crotch with her left. “It’s ok; we can get Ms. Miller to get a cup of water or something and we—can—can—,”
Jeanette stopped and looked down as a warm tingling sensation in her skirt washed over. “Spill—it.”
The girl moved her hands away from her crotch and placed them on the handles of her chair as if ready to jump, breathing gently and watching as her own short purple ruffled skirt became heavily drenched in pee. Her matching purple panties were soaked and squishy as she squirmed and shifted her position.
Jeanette then went into action, trying to soak up as much of it as possible with her skirt and some napkins so it wouldn’t puddle on the ground, squirming forwards and backwards, but she could feel the puddle growing steadily and strongly around her thighs. “No, oh no…”
The crowd stood up at the command of the next performing artist. Jeanette put a finger to her lower lip as she looked around, pee still flowing hard and without signs of stopping soon. So she stood up with the crowd to not raise attention and continued peeing standing up. But now her white, uneven socks were getting soggy as a heavy, golden stream shot out from between her legs. She stepped shoulder-width apart and listened to it slap the ground, creating now multiple puddles, with her shoes getting wet as well. She dearly hoped that the sound wouldn’t cause someone to look down and see her extremely well-soaked purple skirt.
Her sister Eleanor didn’t stand up though, preferring to stay seated, but when she realized that Jeanette was peeing, she stood up and stepped to the right side a bit away from her, knowing that Jeanette drank far more than she did, and that her bladder was much bigger. The fact showed: as Jeanette stood there, awestruck with hands at her side, continuing to breathe hard and steady, her puddle grew around her feet, spreading outward. She gulped, having peed for a straight minute already, without any sign of finishing soon.
“Jeanette!” Britney hissed. “You too? I really, really hope nobody finds out.” The girl in pink knew in the back of her mind though, that her time wasn’t far away, and that Jeanette, the one with the toughest bladder amongst them was wetting herself (albeit for the first time), it wouldn’t be long before she followed their feat.
Britney hunched over on crossed legs as she watched Jeanette stand still, unmoving, watching her own puddle grow while rivers of glistening pee trickled down her legs and into her shoes. As her pee stream flickered, Jeanette rubbed the outline of her wet, purple skirt, wet everywhere from trying to absorb it earlier. She looked at her feet and socks, lifting up her right leg partially and feeling the marshy wetness in her shoe as she squished the warmth in them.
And she finally finished, just as the crowd began to sit down. Jeanette wanted to faint, but instead fell back into her seat, nearly slipping in the puddle her butt was now soaking into even more. She looked to her right at Eleanor, and then to her left at Britney.
Horrified at what was going on, Britney sprung up from her seat. “I just—just can’t wet my pants here in public!”
Grasping her crotch, Britney made a run for the bathroom. Headline stories of her two sisters peeing themselves on the front page lined her racing mind, as did other possibilities, like all three of them being made fun of as the Chip-wets. Her eyes became teary as her lower jaw quivered but the bathroom sign was in site…
… as was a line of girls and women. She chattered on her nails, looking back at the auditorium doors, the line, and all around. Britney raked her left leg against her right, thick cotton teal pantyhose stretching as she did. She also thought of her two sisters, crying in their seats.
She gingerly walked back to her seat and looked to her right; Jeanette and Eleanor were trying to comfort each other.
Jeanette frowned as she looked at the singers continue. “Don’t worry Eleanor, we’ll—we’ll laugh at this later someday.”
Britney sighed, took a big gulp and grabbed on Jeanette’s left hand. “Squeeze tightly,” she said as she looked up. Jeanette looked curiously at her sister and suddenly felt blood-pumping pressure around her fingers as her sister grasped her hand with all her might. Despite the pain, she did as her sister asked, and clenched back.
The crowd was again prompted to stand up. The three girls did so and closing her eyes, Britney did the only thing she could for her sisters: force a steaming, strong, hissing spurt of pee right into her white panties and straight into her pantyhose.
Stepping her legs apart, she pressed a long, thick stream of golden warmth right out of her crotch onto the ground as the rest of it exploded into her teal leggings. She could feel the multiple streams trickle down her legs, spreading out quickly from her butt down her thighs, down her calves, down into her shoes.
Britney couldn’t bear to watch herself, looking up at the lights and as she willingly relieved herself, surrounded by people on all sides. Tears came down her cheeks as pee ruptured out of her crotch and bled all over her teal pantyhose, making her accident far more noticeable than that of her sisters. But she knew it was happening in any way.
Ms. Miller came back around that time, and putting a hand on her mouth and one on her chest, gasped. “Oh my—my poor dears…”
“Don’t draw attention Ms. Miller,” Jeanette whispered as loud as she could.
Ms. Miller left again, supposedly to help them get cleaned up or something. The girls didn’t know what to do. The boys were probably going to perform a song dedication, which would bring a spotlight on them, and the entire auditorium would know that the Chipettes had wet themselves at a concert.
“The papers will tear us to pieces!” Britney cried.
The girls continued to wait, hope, pray, and plead with any divine beings that may exist. Ms. Miller returned with three, XXXL concert T-shirts, long enough to be dresses. The girls quickly put them on and used the wads of napkins to glob up what was on their seats. But nothing was getting the job done.
“I have an idea,” Jeanette gulped. “Take your clothes off.”
“What?” Britney sneered.
“Just try and do it under the T-shirts and use your clothes to mop up the pee. Then we can put our clothes in Ms. Miller’s bag.”
Blushing almost as much as they did when they peed, the girls took their clothes off. Britney had an especially hard time fumbling with her over-soaked tights, pee squeezing down her legs as she tried peeling them away from herself.
“Oh, oh! This is—just so gross!” Britney whined. “This is the worst day of my life!”
“Look at the bright side;” Eleanor piped in as they carefully bent over to mop up their puddles on the ground, “nobody seemed to have noticed so far. And if they did, we can just say Jeanette clumsily spilled our drinks all over us.”
Jeanette glared at her sister and cleared her throat but then sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. That’s probably best—and most convincing.”
Just as they were finishing up, still bent over, a giant spotlight shone on them. The girls all froze as the rest of the room went completely dark.
“Quick!” Eleanor squealed, “Shove them under your seats!”
And with that, Alvin and the Chipmunks dressed in their best white tuxes walked on stage, and the crowd went wild.
Alvin cleared his throat. “We would like to address and dedicate this song to our number one fans, Britney…”
“Jeanette,” Simon continued…
“… and Eleanor!” Theodore finished.
The girls blushed, people in rows all around them sprouting, “Awe, how cute!” and patting their heads and touching their shoulders.
“Oh my god…” Britney said slumping in her seat, “that—was so close…” and she slipped into a faint. |
Despite what some might have thought about Genesis, thruth was, he was rather... unactive in the sexual department. Sure, he had many of women ready to take a bullet for him, but there was only one person on this one's radar. Director Lazard Deusericus. The director of all SOLDIER oporitives, including Genesis. The blond elder was the target of Genesis Rhapsodos ever since his first time meeting the director. But he wasn't just the target of the young brunet's heart, but rather a target of the SOLDIER's twisted little fettish.
Lazard was a very snazzy dresser, and always looked professional, but one thing stood out from his outfit, The man wore a pair of white pants, and a pair of gloves that matched. Just once Genesis wished to see those clean, well pressed white pants staind a golden yellow. With pants like that, it would be very hard to hide it. Oh, how it would be wonderful to see a man of that position loose controle of himself!
It wasn't that the younger one wished to ruin the man, but rather enjoy the beautiful faces he knew Lazard would be making when that moment of self controle would be lost. For weeks, Genesis had planned this out. How he would go about it without looking suspicious, or even worse, be demoted from first class SOLDIER streight down to a Shinra grunt was the issue. This was why the younger one made sure to go about his plans several times. It was the perfect moment. Since his friends, Angeal and Sephiroth were out on missions of their own; Genesis not having any mission's for the day, amazingly, decided that this would be the day he would fulfill his twisted little fantasy. With a shakey breath, Young Rhapsodos stood at the Director's ofice door, and gave a light knock.
Lazard was up to his ears in paper work. With the war against Wutai going on overseas, everyday seemed like endless form filling, mission asseigning, revewing of resumes for potential SOLDIER candidates. It felt like the paper work was just piling up faster than he could fill it out! It was hard to keep track of what stack of pages went with what pile of documents at this point. Even his speedy promotions through the Shinra company didn't surprise him half as much as the work to be done on his desk at this point. Lazard would have to work through the night if he were to catch up with it and meet the deadline. Though the blond one wanted a break from all of it so badly, there was just no way that would be possible. The man wouldn't allow himself to stop for the time being.
Pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose, the young director looked at the clock on his computer monitor. Just about lunch time. He would probably have to order in to be able to keep up with everything. It wasn't like he minded the work, but, sometimes it just seemed overwelming. Sighing heavilly, Lazard took a look at a folder sitting at the very top of his work, figuring it would be best to start with that one.
At that moment, the sound of a gentle knock made him look up to the entrance to his ofice. "Odd..." He said to himself. "I wasn't expecting anyone today." His chair rolled under him as the blondling stood to greet the one knocking at his door.
"Come in. But please make this quick. I'm rather busy."
In came the figure of Genesis, holding a panphlet of sorts in his hand. It was surprising to see he wasn't holding a copy of Loveless, or a dumb apple instead.
"Genesis. Is there something I can do?" Lazard asked, a gentle smile placed on his lips.
It was just as Genesis expected of Lazard. The man was neck deep in his work, but still managed to greet his guest politely. It was one of the many traits the director had that Genesis loved. Despite the horrid rumors the plate people spread of those who lived in the slums, the brunet could see his boss did not live up to those rumors. In fact, Lazard showed a passion for the people of the slums that the SOLDIER admired.
Holding out the panphlet, Genesis smiled pointing to the phone. "I thought maybe we could do lunch together. I could try to help out with some of the work."
This caught Lazard a little by surprise. But as he was about to refuse the younger one's offer, a lengthy growl emitid from the blond ones stomach, causing a lite blush to form on his cheeks. "Well, I supose I could use a little destraction." He said with a slight laugh. " I haven't really eaten anything since this morning."
Regardless of the little nagging voice in Lazard's head that told him he shouldn't abandon his work, his stomach was more than capable of drowning out those thoughts. "What did you have in mind?"
Things couldn't had been going any better for Genesis. Lazard was taking the bait. Hook, line, and sinker. "I thought we could look the menu over while having some coffee or tea." He said casually. "You look like you could use a little pick-me-up." Hell, the poor man looked like he was ready to pass out any second, and yet, he still managed to give a smile. "It's my treat."
The director thought something with a little caffein sounded good right about now. Stifling a yawn with the back of his hand, he looked over the menue and nodded. "Thank you, Genesis. I could use something to wake me up. I can't keep up with the work if I'm falling asleep in it."
In honesty, Lazard was a little happy to have Genesis with him. Of the top three first classes, he was the one the pale one was most fond of. Of course, Deusericus cared about all of his SOLDIER operitives, but young Rhapsodos held a special spot not even the legendary hero, Sephiroth, could take.
The pale one made his way back to his office chair, the wheels rolling under it. A slight sigh came from Lazard as he allowed himself to be seated once more. Fatigue was indeed treating him harshly at the moment.
Moving some documents aside, Genesis took a seat on the director's desk, not bothered if he was distrupting the order. He sat legs crossed facing Lazard, a smile adorning his face. "Looks like the higher-up's are keeping you busy enough. No wonder you look swamped. I'll leave ordering lunch to you." With a light leap, the leather clad man hopped off of his boss's desk, smile still in place. "I won't be long with the coffee."
With a nodd from Lazard, Genesis left the man's ofice for a moment. This was going exactly as he was planning. Now was the perfect time to get the blond one to drink a special cup of coffee, with a special ingrediant. He'd managed to get it from a local herbal shop, and had it in his coat pocket for a little over two weeks, waiting for the right moment to use it.
The coffee from the vending machein on the soldier floor wasn't the best there was, but it wasn't the worst either. Genesis wasn't really fond of it, but it did do the trick and it was the closest place to grab a cup without leaving the Shinra building. As usual, The SOLDIER floor had a few of it's members walking the halls, some in the training room, the rest out on missions or in their rooms. Getting the coffee wouldn't be difficult, though a few of the second and third classes did stop and ask for a word of advice from one of the best among the first classes. Rhapsodos didn't mind it all that much. In fact, he relished the moments when people would ask his advice over that of his friend and rival, Sephiroth.
It was a bit of a surprise to the brunet when he came to see the coffee dispenser wasn't crowded. It couldn't have gone any better! Placing a few Gil coins into the coin slot, Genesis began preparing Lazard's coffee, almost giggling as he thought about that wondeful moment he'd been waiting to see.
Having been left alone, Lazard decided to get back to his work while waiting for the young brunet to return with the coffee. Though that was what he'd intended, truth was, the director was actually a little distracted at the moment. Genesis had been succesful in deverting his atention from his work.
Another growl of his stomach caused him to stop for a few seconds. He really was rather hungry. The blond one glanced over at the pamphlet sitting on his desk for a moment, finally picking it up. It was for a restaurant not far from the building. Sure, Lazard could have just as easilly gone to the cafeteria, but he wasn't really in the mood for it. The restaurant itself wasn't that good looking. The food; however, was the best he'd ever had. He looked over the menu a few times, and chuckled lightly when a comic little drawing was pointing at one item. It read; "Order me this."
"What a subtle hint he's dropping." Lazard said out loud, thankfull he was the only one in the ofice. Taking the phone in one hand, he began to dial the number while looking over the menu once more.
The first cup of coffee was done pouring and Genesis wasted no time in getting the second one ready. While the second cup was being brewed, the leather clad one began preparing Lazard's coffee to his liking, and an extra little engrediant. FIshing into his red coat, the first class SOLDIER took out a small zip-baggie full of a white powder and began to pour it into the drink, stiring it with the stir stick to make sure it desolved completely.
It took all the man had to keep himself from bursting of laughter. No need to grab unwanted attention to the herb placed into the drink. People would have thought it was a harmfull drug of sorts. That wasn't the case, though. What Genesis had really put into the coffee was a slightly strong deuretic. That would cause his little blondling's system to work much faster than usual, mixed with the caffien it woulnd't be too long before the man would need the bathroom.
Finally, the second cup was done pouring. Genesis fixed it to his own liking, making sure not to put any of the powder into his own drink.
The trip back to the Director's office wouldn't be too hard, now that the coffee was made. Nothing was very unusual about seeing Genesis with some coffee, though that happened much less than seeing him with a dumb apple or a copy of Loveless. He actually took his time going back, figuring it would take a bit of time to get the order done.
Despite the fact that both Lazard and Genesis were rather small around the waist line, the two of them could actually eat quite a bit. The brunet's boss may not had been the best on the battlefield, but he did manage to keep himself fit. Yet another thing Rhapsodos loved about his lovely director.
The younger man found himself in front of the blond one's ofice, and his smile came back to him. Knocking gently, he held both coffee's in one hand. "I've come back with you're pick-me-up, Director."
Lazard was surprised he'd finished his order sooner than he had thought. It must had been a slow day for the restaurant. The one in charge of writing the diliveries said the order would take about an hour to get there. Not a big deal, It would be worth the wait. But, with that much time to wait for the food to arive, it made that little voice that had been nagging at him to get back to work to come back. Again, he was more than capable of ignoring it. Lazard needed a break, and needed one now before he'd loose his mind over the workload.
Rolling his computer chair away from his desk, Lazard streatched his arms out, grunting lightly as he relaxed into his chair. The man really was rather tired; glad that Genesis had come up with this idea. Just then, a slight twinge in the blond one's lower abdomen caused him too look at his clock. It had been a while since he'd last gone to the bathroom, and his bladder was starting to feel a little full, though it wasn't anything that couldn't wait a while longer. He thought it was probably a good idea to visit the men's room either way, though that idea was put aside when Genesis had returned with the coffee. Lazard would just have to excuse himself later.
"Come in." He said, a slight tone of enthusiasm in his voice. "I've just finished placing the order." Taking a quick glance down to his stomach, the director removed the hand that had been resting where his bladder was located, hoping Genesis hadn't seen this.
Genesis did see it, he saw the telltale sign he was looking for. For now, the brunet feigned noticing this, and simply walked up to his boss's desk. Sitting in the spot he'd cleared earlier, the younger man took his place. The SOLDIER placed the special coffee onto another empty spot on the director's desk. "That's good! I'm getting pretty hungry. How about we just have our coffee for now. I'm sure you'd like to just chat for a while."
Well, it wasn't like Lazard was going to be getting back to work at this point, so he decided maybe chatting would be nice. It was rare that the blond had a chance to speak with Genesis anymore, save for mission briefing.
Not knowing about the special item the younger man had placed in his coffee, the director happily took a big sip of the hot beverage, allowing himself to relax a little more into his chair. everything had just been so crazy as of late, so it was nice to have a rare moment of relaxation like this.
The warm coffee made it's way down Lazard's throat, heating his body up a bit. It felt rather nice, though his ofice really wasn't all that cold.
"This is good." He said into his cup. "Thank you very much, Genesis. I've been so swamped with my work these days, I haven't had a chance to relax like this in a while." The blond one took another long sip of his coffee, looking up at Genesis, who was looking intently at the elder one. This caused a slight blush to form on Lazard's cheeks. "I-is there something on my face?"
A slight twitch was felt in Genesis's groin as he watched his beloved director drink his coffee. Further sirring of the member came when the man blushed. How could it be that one man could have such an effect on Rhapsodos? It was almost too much just watching the blondling squirm and fidget in front of him.
Knowing the man was unawear of what Genesis was planning was only adding to his excitement. The leather clad one crossed his legs in an atempt to hide the slight buldge in his SOLDIER uniform pants.
"No, Director, there isn't anything on your face. You just looked so happy with this destraction, I couldn't help but watch you." The brunet took a small sip of his coffee, smiling down at his little victim. "It's nice to see you relaxed." Genesis took a moment to look at his watch, and then looked at the menu laying on his boss's desk. "How long did they say it would take for the food to get here?"
Lazard looked down to the clock on his computer, noting the time. It had only been about fifteen minutes since he'd made the order for the food, but the man could understand why Genesis was asking about it. The two of them were rather hungry.
"It should be about fourty five more minutes, maybe more. It would depend if security gives the dilivery poeple trouble." The blond director couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him as he said this. Security could be a little too anal about who steped into the building.
" I made sure to order exactly what you asked for. For the time being, let's just enjoy this coffee." Lazard took another long sip of the cafinated drink, and clicked onto a music player within his computer, thinking music would be a wonderful addition to their destraction.
The media player was set to an online station that played a mix of music, and a more recent song had begun to play. Both men eyed the computer screen as the sounds came from it, causing them to smile.
Deusericus's eyes wandered over to his younger friend for a moment, noticing that Genesis was bobing his head lightly to the rythem of the song. Another chuckle came out as he admired how slightly childish the brunet looked at that moment.
"I didn't think this music would be your style." He said teasingly. "I've always seen you as the "clasical" loving type."
The SOLDIER felt a blush run across his cheeks. It wasn't the fact that he was being teased that was causing it, but rather the way Lazard looked. To see him so relaxed like this was quite the site. almost too much for poor Genesis, but he knew he had to persivere, even if the hardened length in his pants was saying otherwise.
"You would be surprised at the things I like, Director. I do have some interest outside of Loveless, unlike what others have claimed."
Some time passed and the two cotinued to chat, but Lazard's mind was starting to wander ells where. The twinge he'd felt earlier was now becoming a steady throb. He needed the bathroom, and it was becoming urgent. The director would have excused himself by this point, but the topic of conversation had taken his attention; which meant he didn't want to end it abruptly. Instead, The blond one slowly rolled his chair so his lower body was hidden from view. This allowed him to carefuly lean forward.
In his new position, Lazard carefully brought his hand down and placed it atop of his lap, not yet holding onto enything. His stratigy was to try to make it look like he was just getting further into the story. Really, the director just wanted to relieve some preasure off of his bladder.
Genesis could see the discomfort in Lazard's face. It was clear as day, but the SOLDIER pretended not to notice. But he felt an urge inside of him that caused the man to cross his legs a bit. Lazard was just being too addorible at that moment. It was just like a little kid who was playing a game and didn't want to stop for one minute. Not even to go pee.
For now, the younger one could only smile, and lean in a bit closer to his little victim. "And that's how Dumbapples became so popular. My little idea made a great deal of fortune for my parents.." Genesis pulled out a couple of juice boxes, and offered one to Lazard, knowing this was one of the director's favorite drinks. It was unlikely that his precious little Lazard would refuse any, simply out of kindness. There was a reason the SOLDIER had chosen apple juice though. Had it been alcohol, the bolndling's judgement might had been afected, and Genesis wanted the man to be well aware of his need when it came. An other reason for juice was the natural sugars would only increas the speed of how much went into his bladder.
Honestly, the younger brunet was just becoming impatient. He really just wanted to see one thing at this point, and there was no way that he'd leave the ofice without seeing it.
The sight of apple juice was enough to cause Lazard to bight into his lower lip lightly. Not wanting to offend his favorite SOLDIER, the director took the juice box, putting on a smile while fighting off the urge to whimper from his need. The blond one's fingers fumbled as he tried to unwrap the little straw that came with the box, managing to get it out after a minute or two. Finally, the straw was poked into the little opening, causing a bit of juice to squirt from the drinking end of the straw. This was enough to cause Lazard's hand to shoot down between his legs as his bladder contracted. Luckilly, nothing had come from this. realizing where his hand was, the director quickly pulled it away, even if it hurt him to do so.
The moment a gloved hand had found it's way between Lazard's legs, Genesis had to use a great deal of will powere to supress a smile. It was much too soon to let his cover be blown. Everything was actually going much faster than anticipated. It almsot seemed like it was happening a little to fast, not that the SOLDIER was going to complain about it. The only way that the coffee could have taken effect so quickly was if the director already needed to go to the bathroom before hand. That thought made Genesis's throat go dry suddenly. Coughing lightly, the man tried to look as concerned as he possibally could for his boss.
"D-director? Are you alright? You're not looking well."
Lazard took a moment to catch his breath before he could look up at his younger counterpart, a great blush running across his cheeks. A bead of sweat ran down the director's cheek.
"Y-yes, Genesis. I'm alright." He said as calmly as he could. "But... I do need to excuse myself for a moment."
The director slowely backed his chair away from the work desk, his hand shacking lightly as the man fought not to grab hold of himself. The moment he tried to stand, a contraction caused him to double over, using his desk to keep balanced.
The blond one's breathing stopped for a moment as he used as much of his focus as he could on not leaking. With shaky knees, Lazard slowly rose up. it amazed the man to see how badly he needed to go. Not once did Deusericus remember being that desperate for a bathroom before.
"P-please, excuse me... I will be only a few minutes." he said, trying to stay as calm as he posibly could.
Genesis was just about ready to loose controle of himself when Lazard doubled over. He was lucky enough that the director hadn't seen his hand grabing at his own crotch. His mind searched frantically for an excuse to not allow his little half-prince a moment in the bathroom. Rhapsodos's blue eyes scanned the room for anything at all he could possibly use to dellay the other man in his tracks. The young SOLDIER's thought grew more frantic as his pray was making his was to the ofice exit.
Just as Genesis was loosing hope, like some gift of heaven, the telephone rang in Lazard's pocket. If the young military man knew his boss well, there was no way that Deusericus was going to let the call go to voicemail, especially when Genesis recognized the ring tone. The president Shinra was calling, and when the president himself made a personal call, one wouldn't simply let it go to voicemail.
Hope came to lazard as he saw the door that led outside of his ofice. There was a bathroom not far from it so he knew he could make it. Just as his hand was about to open the door, a vibration in his bocket startled him. This was enough to cause a small spurt to greet his underwear, luckily, only dampening them very lightly. Cursing under his breath, the young director made his way back into his ofice as he fished for the latest model of Tonberry in his suit pocket.
"Lazard Deusericus, Director of SOLDIER speaking. How may I help you, mister president?"
The blond one's attention could only half focus on the president at the moment, as he tried his best to keep control of his aching bladder withough having to grab himself.
"Of course... yes. Well... Se-sephiroth is out for the moment, he should be back come evening. I'll inform him upon his arival."
Lazard paced back and forth in the room, giving small responses as the president went on, showing the he was listening. Another spurt caused the man to gasp sgarply as he shamlessly grabbed hold of his aching member, forgetting that he was not alone. This time, it was enough to make his underwear wet, a very small dampness greeted his white pants.
The first spurt? Genesis missed. Despite having missed that one, the SOLDIER knew Lazard was at his limits. It was in the way the blond one walked stiffly, his legs a little too close together. The director's legs were even scisoring as he took steps forward. The brunet smiled as Lazard began hopping about, the very image of a man doing the peepee dance. He had to drink more of his own apple juice just to try to hide the excitement that was rushing through his body. Had his friends been there, surely Sephiroth or Angeal would have intervened and stop the conversation between the President and Lazard.
And then? A gloved hand shot btwixt the legs of the lovely desperate prey. Even better than that was small glimps of a golden stain forming where a hand now grasped tightly to stem any flow.
"Oh, please don't let him make it!" Genesis whispered to himself, making sure his boss did not hear him.
Please, hurry and finish talking! was what Lazard wished he had the courage to say, but he continued to speak to the president in his usual profesional way, even if it was becoming difficult to do so.
"N-no, Mister President. Everything is alright. I just... Hit my foot on my desk." The director answer, his hand squeezing tighter at his member, which was aching so much now, and screemed to let loose all his water. With every passing second, the elder man became more and more frantic, yet somehow managed to speak clamly into his phone. It just fel like the president just wasn't going to be stopping this conversation. Just when he thought his supurior was just going to keep talking, the sound of someone walking in the baground chimed like a beautiful song. Finally!
" Of course, Mister president. Have a good day, sir." Now Lazard new he'd have to run if he was going to make it!
Once again, Genesis was finding himself in need of some kind of excuse to keep Lazard from leaving his ofice. The man was just putting on such a wonderful show. It would be past a shame if that show would be interrupted. He prayed so hard for that phone to ring again, though if it did, only the president's ring tone would be answered to. It was highly ubnlikely that would happen. Though Rhapsodos had been praying for some kind of miracle, the one dilivered couldn't had been any ore perfect. Red lights began to flash, and a click was heard.
The director was so happy to finally be able to leave the ofice, only for his smile to fade quickly when he heard that familiar click.
The emergency electronic door lock had been set off. And then the red lights. Why now of all times? Why?!?
Deusericu's hands both shot down to his crotch, grasping hard into himself to try to stem a small leak. That was bad... There was no way this was happening! It just had to be a stressed induced dream!
Sadly, that wasn't the case. Lazard was very awake, locked in his ofice, and the one he cared the most about was going to see him in the most humiliating situation. Even more humiliating is admiting to the one you love that you're going to pee your pants!
Slowly, the blond one made his way back to Genesis, both hands still gripping tightly at his manhood, eyes full of pleading and desperation.
"G-Genesis... I... I need to pee, badly. I... don't think I can make it."
The need was made even more evident when a whimper escaped, and the stain grew a little more with a spurt of urine greeting Lazard's gloved hands. A small drop of pee made it's way down the man's leg, making his need all the stronger.
Genesis's eyes widened greatly when the vision of Lazard holding himself came closer and closer. It was... far more amazing than anythingthing the SOLDIER could have possibly invisioned.
And the confession of needing to pee? well that made the brunet's mouth drop open and his throat so dry. It was... the most amazing word's Lazard could have said in front of him. But now was not the time to be showing that he was enjoying this. With every fiber if his being, Genesis took a concerned look.
"I'm sure it's just a slight malfuction, director. We'll likely be out of here sooner than you think. Just try to hold on a little longer." His words were coated in soft, sweet concern, but his thoughts were pure hot lust.
Lazard smiled as his favorite SOLDIER was giving him words of kindness, but it did nothing for his need. It was downright painfull, and every movement caused his water to slosh around, putting presure on the pase of his cock. His every muscle ached with the need to release itself, and his knees were about ready to give in. Though his body seeked the wonderful relief, Genesis's words were enough to give him some hope.
Slowly, Rhapsodos stood from where he had been sitting, carefully placing one hand on his blondling's back, and the other to the man's chest. Genesis could feel his beloved director's chest pounding. The man was in critical need of a toilet and it was showing in everyway.
"Maybe if you try sitting, it won't be so bad." He said calmly, guiding the elder man to his ofice chair.
If sitting was a good idea or not, Lazard didn't really know. All he knew was that his body was becoming sore and tired. It took so much effort not to leak while every step taken caused emense pain to shoot through his bladder. It was just a good thing that the computer chair wasn't very far away.
Bending to sit was a torture all on it's own, but somehow... LAzard managed to do it without so much as a spurt. With a shaky breath, the blond one allowed himself to sit.
"Genesis... I can't been seen like this. What do I do?" The man hissed out, bighting his lower lip.
The brunet took in a shaky breath as well, trying to maintain his composure in such a situation was so hard, but he was determained to stay calm for the sake of not being found out.
"Sadly, there isn't much we can do. You just need to try to hold on just a little longer."
"I can't!" Lazard shouted. A sharp gasp game from him, and a jet of urine throught soaked his underwear. This wasn't happening! The director managed to stem the flow again using all the stregnth he could muster.
Hissing through his teeth, Deusericus looked up to Genesis, knowing that it would be unavoidible.
"Do-don't look at me..." Yet again, Lazard gasped and this time... the flow would not stop. It started with just a tiny dribble. slowly soaking his underwear and pants. as more released itself, the more it woudld pool under him onto the computer chair. The only way to describe his expression was that of pure horror.
It was happening, the directore was wetting himself and there was nothing Lazard could do about it. The more it came out, the louder it became.
Soon, hot pee trickled off the edges of the chair, pittering onto the floor below loudly.
By this time, the reliefe of it all far outwrighd any humilition. Lazard's stomach was slowly loosing it's swelling, and his body could only relax as he was throughly ruining his pants, staining them a nice light yellow.
It seemed endless, but slowly, the stream slowed to a trickle, and eventually stopped, leaving a tired, but o so relieved director to sit in his own puddle. Lazard's panted heavily as he looked up to Genesis, gasping once more at what he was seeing.
The moment urine began to splatter onto the ground, Genesis could no longer keep himself from smiling. This was it! It was what he was waiting for. His precious director was wetting himself, and it almost looked like he was enjoying it! The faces, the blushing, the sounds! It was all so amazing. Also very-
And then Genesis had to grab hold of himself. How could he not have noticed it sooner? it had come on so sudden;y that the brunet didn't even have time to react.
It was now his turn to throughly humiliate himself before the one he loved. Genesis was wetting himself. Not wetting, but all out wetting. it didn;t take much time for his undewear and pants to soak it up and let it go through to land at his feet.
The two stared at each other, both just as shocked as the other, in complete scilence. Slowly, their eyes made their way to the puddle that had formed. Exceptionally larg concidering it was a combination of the pee of both men.
At least five minute had passed before either of them could finally speak.
"Well..." Genesis began. "You won't have to worry about facing this alone..."
Okay, so... this is the second omo fic I've ever done. Lazard Deusericus and Genesis Rhapsodos do not belong to me. They belong to the creators of Final Fantasy VII. Ummm... I gues... That's alll I gotta say. |
No matter what (a lesbian love story)
No matter what is a lesbian love story about a troubled teenager and an adult. Sam is the adult, being 32 years of age. The troubled teenager is called Abigail (but gets called Abby by her girlfriend) and is 19 years old. Their love isn’t really accepted by others because of the differences between them, especially their ages. This is not only a love story, because of course omorashi is involved. You can also count on some urolagnia (as you could’ve read in the intro) and there may be some sex during the upcoming parts.
Abigail has the bad habit to wait too long before she admits to herself she needs to use the bathroom. Every time she has to pee, she waits until the very last minute. Sometimes this goes wrong. Mostly it goes unnoticed by Sam, her girlfriend. She wants to keep it that way, because she doesn’t want Sam to think she is an ignorant teenager. The first time Abigail fully wet herself was after having a fight in a club, called club 89. Sam peed herself as well, just to comfort Abigail. This works both ways, sadly enough, because Abigail feels guilty. This is only the beginning of course. You’ll find out how things will develop in ‘No matter what’.
Part 1
The sun was already shining on me when I woke up. A bit sore I turned around to see my girlfriend Sam curled up next to me. Carefully I touched her hair and kissed her cheek. For a moment I just watched how she slept. It was then I felt why I had woken up in the first place. Quickly I pushed away the sheets and climbed out of bed. A bit dizzy I made my way to the bathroom. When I sat down on the toilet to relieve myself, I tried to remember what had happened last night. As soon as my urine hit the water of the bowl I remembered again. I had pissed my pants last night. Immediately a red blush covered my cheeks. What would Sam think of me now?
When I was done peeing I decided not to flush, surely it would wake Sam up. I already made a mess last night, the least I could do was stay silent so she could sleep peacefully. On tiptoes I walked over to the bed and got in it again. I curled up the same way Sam was laying. Actually I wanted to curl up against her, but I didn’t want her to wake up because of my cuddling. Also I felt just too ashamed really. I remembered Sam peeing her pants as well, probably just to comfort me. She humiliated herself for my sake, but I didn’t want that. I was the one who always got in trouble. I was the silly teenager, not her.
Something inside me started to crack. I felt guilty. A tear rolled down my cheek and soon several others followed. I tried to keep as silent as possible, but failed terribly. It was just all the circumstances that made me feel terrible. Crying I hid my face in my pillow, trying to stifle the sobs. Suddenly somebody curled around me and started to stroke my hair. Of course Sam had woken up to find me crying next to me. I decided to turn around. I wanted to see how she looked at me. As soon as I turned around, she kissed my cheek. I didn’t even get the chance to look at her properly, because she started talking as soon as I looked at her.
‘’Babe what’s going on? Why are you crying? Do you feel sick? How’s your eye?’’
Wait, what? My eye? What was wrong with my eye? As in a reflex I touched both of my eyes. My right one felt a bit thicker then the left one. I didn’t have a black eye, did I now? Worried I looked over at Sam. She seemed to understand that I didn’t know what happened.
‘’I don’t know what happened Abby, but you were a bit bruised when I put you in the shower last night and your eye seemed to be a bit black and blue.’’
‘’Got into a fight.’’ My voice sounded a bit hoarse. Sam nodded understanding. I guess she must’ve assumed that I had gotten into a fight.
‘’What was the fight about?’’ Curiously she looked over at me, settling herself a bit straighter in the bed, so she could look at me properly.
‘’The kid spilled his drink over himself and I was near, so he blamed me. He started yelling at me. You know I don’t like it when people yell at me.’’ Sam nodded. She knew how much I hated it when people yelled at me.
‘’So, when he kept yelling, I hit him. I hit him hard. And then it started.’’ The more I spoke, the less hoarse my voice sounded.
‘’Alright, I assume you got kicked out of the club?’’ Shyly I nodded. It wasn’t the first time I got kicked out of a club. Actually I was more than done with it. I didn’t want to live this typical life of getting in trouble, drinking too much and stuff like that. I wanted to live a normal life, be a normal person. But I wasn’t and I would never become one.
My thoughts got interrupted by Sam, who coughed heavily. Worried I looked over at her. She smiled at me.
‘’Shouldn’t have pissed myself last night, probably getting a cold now.’’ She said it with a wink, but it still hurt my feelings. She noticed it, because she took hold of me immediately after she said that.
‘’Are you upset about peeing yourself?’’ I nodded , turning my face away from her.
‘’It’s okay, want to talk about how it happened?’’
‘’That idiot who hit me. I was on the way to the loo and all…’’ Sam didn’t know I always waited until the very last moment to go pee. She didn’t have to know either. I just had to make sure it wouldn’t happen again. Sometimes I was already leaking in my boxers before I could get to a toilet, I had to stop that bad habit. My bladder would become weak if I kept doing these things. Also, if I would pee myself again ,Sam would not be too pleased. Especially not if I had to get into her car after having an accident.
‘’What about the car?’’ That random question popped into my mind when I thought of my wet pants and getting in the car afterwards.
‘’How do you mean dear?’’
‘’I remember you and I getting into your car with soaked jeans…’’
‘’Oh yeah, don’t worry about it. We will clean that up later. Let’s first get some more sleep, shall we?’’ I slowly nodded, yawned and curled up against Sam like a kitty. Sam whispered she loved me and soon after that I fell asleep. |
Part 2
We didn’t talk about the incident at club 89 anymore. It was summer already and Sam and I had planned a holiday together. We would be going to France. There they had beautiful places with loads of nature. We both loved nature. Wandering through the woods we would get lost and find the way back again. Together we could lay on tiny, hidden beaches in the middle of a landscape, simply enjoying each other’s presence. Also we could drive there ourselves. Sam loved to drive. Going to France by car would take about seven hours. I had my driving license as well, so we could switch seats every now and then.
‘’Do you have everything packed up?’’ Sam and I were standing in our bedroom and we were both hovered over our bags. It was rather early in the morning and in a few hours we would leave to France. If we left early, it wouldn’t be too busy on the road. Also we would have enough time to arrive at our camping. We had hired a nice and big caravan, so we would have enough space. There only wasn’t a toilet nor a shower, so we had to use the once that were open for public. Not that I did mind though.
When we packed everything we needed everything was lifted in the car by Sam. In the meantime I made lunch, so we didn’t have to buy things. I prepared some sandwiches and made sure I packed enough water and healthy juices.
‘’Ready to go?’’ Sam had appeared behind me, obviously stoked to leave.
‘’Almost, just have to finish this.’’ Quickly I put the sandwiches and the drinks into a basket. Also I cleaned up the kitchen as fast as I could. Didn’t want to leave a mess when we would be away for a week.
‘’Alright, I’m done.’’
‘’Me too, have to use the loo before we leave though.’’ She winked at me before heading off to the bathroom. I decided I would have to pee before we left as well. I knew Sam well enough. The next three hours we would be on the road and before she wasn’t exhausted or needed to pee herself, we wouldn’t stop.
When Sam appeared again, I rushed to the bathroom as well. I locked the door and pulled my pants down. Immediately urine started hitting the bowl and I was glad that I made the decision to go pee before we left. If I hadn’t done so, I probably would’ve felt the need to go sooner or later. Relieved I flushed the toilet and went over to Sam, who was practically jumping right where she stood.
‘’Let’s go!’’
‘’Do you have the basket with food?’’
‘’It’s in the car already!’’ Smiling I got my keys and walked out. It was still dark but I knew that soon the sun would rise. I locked the door of the house and got in the car. When I slammed the door shut Sam drove away, on our way to France.
The first hour there wasn’t too much traffic, but soon more and more cars were entering the highway. Sam and I didn’t talk much, because Sam had to concentrate on the road. Besides I was still a bit tired. Waking up and leaving the house early in the morning wasn’t really my style. I grabbed for a bottle of water. Drinking always helped me to stay awake. Falling asleep in the first hours of our holiday together would be a bit lame, right?
‘’Can you hand me a bottle as well, please?’’ Sam had gotten out of her concentration for a moment because she was thirsty. It didn’t surprise me, because it was getting pretty warm in the car. The air-conditioning helped a bit though, luckily we had one. Quickly I turned around to get a bottle of water for Sam. I opened it before handing it over.
‘’Thanks Abby. Sorry I’m not talking that much but it’s getting a bit busy on the road as you can see.’’
‘’Yeah, I noticed. We won’t get into a traffic jam, will we?’’ I didn’t like getting stuck in traffic, even though it was great to spend extra time close to my girlfriend. Still I wasn’t too fond of the feeling of being stuck and having nowhere to go.
‘’I don’t know, let’s hope not.’’
The further we got, the busier it got on the road. Also the temperature was rising. I had put on some jeans this morning, but they were way too warm. Actually I wanted to get them out. I wondered if Sam would be okay with that. Assuming she was, I unbuttoned my jeans and lifted my butt to slip my jeans underneath them. When I did so, Sam turned a bit to look over at me.
‘’What are you doing?’’
‘’It’s terribly hot. I really can’t stand it anymore.’’
Sam smiled at me and nodded in agreement. In the meantime I undressed further, so that I was sitting in only a white Calvin Klein boxer and a t-shirt next to her. I knew she wanted to look at me, wanted to stare at me. But she couldn’t of course. The road was more important. So I started to stare at the road as well, hoping we would soon have time to cuddle. In the meantime I drank of my bottle of water and so did she. If we didn’t we would get dehydrated, but I was a bit worried about needing to use the bathroom soon. I feared we would get in a traffic jam anyway. What if I needed to use the bathroom then? There wouldn’t be anywhere to go then.
‘’We are going to stop soon Abby, I want to change into something more comfortable.’’
‘’Sure, I can imagine you aren’t too comfortable with those jeans on. And then I can put on something else as well.’’ I wanted to add that I also would like to use the loo, but I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t have to go yet anyway. But still, I knew soon I would. |
Part 3
The worries about needing to use the bathroom made me need to pee quite fast after starting to think about it. A small twinge in my lower abdomen was noticeable. I knew that if I kept thinking of it, my need would increase rapidly. Worried I looked out of the window to see if there wasn’t a traffic jam coming up. Also I secretly looked for places to stop. After all we had been driving for a few hours now.
When it seemed the road was clear enough to keep driving and after not being able to spot any signs of a place to stop, I gave up looking for them. By now I could state I had to pee. I looked over at Sam, who was still focused on the road. Her face was a bit red from the warmth and she was sweating a bit. It made her look adorable. Admiring Sam took away my thoughts from the need to pee.
Soon looking at Sam didn’t help anymore. My bladder was making itself known. It was a lot worse than fifteen minutes ago. How could I need to go so bad already? Worried I pressed my legs together. Soon they became all sticky because I still didn’t have any jeans on.
Again I looked over at Sam. Should I say something? Glaring at the road I saw a sign that told me that in about twenty kilometers there would be a parking lot. Releasing my legs a bit I rubbed along my inner thighs. When doing so, I felt a strong urge hit me. Quickly I grabbed for my crotch and pressed my legs together again. Luckily Sam didn’t notice, but I had to speak up now. Otherwise she would continue driving.
‘’Sam, can we stop for a moment?’’
Sam looked over at me. I wondered if she noticed that my legs were shaking a bit. The worried look on my face had to reveal a load of things as well. She always knew when there was something seriously wrong, so I would be surprised if she didn’t notice it now.
‘’Sure, I wanted to stop anyway. Want to put on some other clothes.’’
I nodded and looked at the highway again. Only a bit longer and then I could go pee. Wriggling around in my seat I tried not to think about it too much. Without any success of course. My bladder screamed for release. I really hoped they had a bathroom there.
‘’Do you need to pee Abby?’’
For a moment I kept silent, but soon after her question I nodded. Of course she had noticed what was going on. I was wriggling around like a toddler. Soon I could feel she started to drive faster. A few moments later Sam exited the highway and drove towards a place so she could park the car. In the main time I put my shoes on. As soon as the car stopped, I opened the door and hurried myself out, while holding my crotch. Worried I looked around, only to see there weren’t any public toilets available.
Panicked I looked around again. There weren’t too many people here. I felt I was about to lose it, so I decided to do what I had to do. Carefully I released my crotch, just to drop my boxers as soon as possible. After that I squatted down and right then my urine started to hit the asphalt underneath me. I sighed softly in relief, knowing it was a very close call.
When I was done peeing I lifted my boxers again, which got a bit wet because I didn’t have anything to clean myself up. Quickly I walked around the car and got some shorts out of one of the bags that lay in the backseat. Sam didn’t say anything , but got out of the car as well to put on other clothes herself.
‘’That was a close call, am I right?’’ Shyly I nodded, feeling like an idiot. But I was happy to be relieved from that major amount of pee.
‘’I know the feeling, don’t worry about it. Do you feel like driving maybe? I’m a bit tired.’’ I nodded and Sam and I switched seats. When Sam got into the car on the side where I first sat, she grinned a bit.
‘’Why so happy?’’
‘’You made a major puddle there, didn’t you?’’ I blushed a bit, but that soon was over when Sam leaned over to my side to kiss me. When our little moment was over I drove off, hoping we would be at the camping soon. I couldn’t wait to sleep against Sam.
When I entered the highway again, we immediately got into a traffic jam. It was a typical time to have traffic jams. I was glad that I just had the opportunity to relieve my bladder. While thinking about my own bladder I thought about Sam. Why didn’t she go pee actually? She had drunk a lot as well, surely she must need to pee sooner or later as well.
Sam soon fell asleep next to me. She must have been really tired. Not too surprising, because she had been concentrating on the road for several hours. Now it was my turn and surely I would be really tired in a while as well. Luckily the traffic jam was over fast and I could drive on. Sam continued sleeping.
When Sam woke up again I had been driving for about an hour, but I was getting tired already. I wasn’t like Sam and I couldn’t concentrate on the road for hours. Also it was almost lunch time and I was hungry. Checking the signs along the road I planned to make a stop in about half an hour.
‘’Hey Sam, I am going to stop at the next petrol station, is that alright?’’ Sam looked over at me with sleepy eyes.
‘’Yeah, sure. How long have I been sleeping?’’
‘’About an hour, a bit longer maybe. But it’s almost lunch time and I just need a break from driving.’’ Sam simply nodded and closed her eyes for a moment again. I didn’t know if she opened them again, because my attention was back at the road.
When we arrived at the petrol station I parked the car and got out of it to stretch my legs. The sun shined heavily. Soon Sam also got out of the car and stretched a bit while she yawned.
‘’Hey Abby, I’m going to the bathroom.’’
‘’Sure, I’m coming with you.’’ Quickly I locked the car and followed Sam. I knew she had to pee by now! |
Part 4
Later that day we arrived at the camping. Together we unpacked some of our stuff and immediately went for a walk. After the walk we made dinner together, which was great fun to do. Cooking on a camping had its charms. When we were done eating we cleaned everything up together. It was already getting dark when we were finished doing so.
‘’Hey Abby, I feel like taking a shower. Do you feel like joining me?’’
‘’Of course, let me get some towels.’’ Smiling I got some towels from my bag and joined Sam outside. I knew where this what going and I loved it. My stomach filled with butterflies and it got only worse when we entered a shower cabin together. Sam started to undress and I helped her doing so. After that she slowly took my clothes of. We put our clothes away and after that Sam turned the tap on.
We were standing there for about five minutes when Sam started to fidget. Wondering what was going on I observed her. She looked like she suddenly realized she had to pee really badly. For one reason or another it turned me on. Why did this turn me on? While thinking about it, the tap was turned off.
‘’Abby, the running water makes me need to pee, I’ll be right back.’’
‘’Do it in here.’’ I spilled these words before I even thought of them properly.
‘’What, here? Wouldn’t you mind?’’ Shaking my head I turned the tap on again. Sam insecurely spread her legs and looked at me for approval. Soon a yellow stream came from her body, which splashed on the ground between us. Fascinated I kept looking at it until it became a trickle and then abruptly stopped. I heard Sam sigh and that was when I was able to look back at her face again.
‘’See, it all goes with the water, no big deal right?’’ I said, while hugging Sam and kissing her on her mouth. I wanted to tell her it turned me on a bit, but I didn’t dare to. What would she think of me? Maybe she would think I peed myself on purpose that time at club 89. I didn’t, I never waited too long on purpose. It just happens.
While all these thoughts were going trough my mind like a storm, Sam kissed me again. Her hands led towards my boobs and her mouth found its way towards my neck. She gave me little kisses there and I kissed her in her neck as well. Soon we were all curled up in each other, placing kisses on all possible places.
We didn’t have sex in that cabin. It was all about kissing and loving. Both Sam and I weren’t too big fans of sex. We just loved being close to each other and we believed that we didn’t need sex to be the perfect couple. I was happy she thought about it the same way as I did, because I felt a bit insecure about having sex with her.
‘’Baby, let’s dry off, shall we?’’ We had been in the shower for a while now. My eyes were partly closed from being tired. Quickly we both dried off and put our clothes on again. Together we walked the way to our caravan and we went to bed as soon as we were in. While lying there I took my clothes off. Sam did the same and after that she curled up against me.
‘’Hey Abby?’’
‘’Hmm, what is it?’’
‘’You know, I always pee in the shower.’’ Grinning I turned over and kissed her. I loved her deeply and by saying that she made me only love her more. I wondered if I should tell her I found it quite sexy. Fumbling with the bed sheet I bit my lip. Slowly I looked away from her. Maybe I shouldn’t tell her; after all I wasn’t sure about what I felt.
‘’Something you need to tell me maybe?’’ Bloody hell, she saw right trough me. I stopped toying with the bed sheets and sat up straight. Lifting an eyebrow Sam looked at me.
‘’I’ll take that as a yes.’’ She sat up as well. ‘’Spill it.’’
Blushing I looked at my feet. How should I tell her I liked to watch her pee? Was that it actually? Did it only like to see her pee? Or did I also like the idea of her needing to pee? I tried to think back of all the moments in the past. I tried to remember that night at club 89, where Sam peed herself while standing against me. I was way too drunk to get turned on by it then, but thinking back it actually did turn me on.
‘’Are you going to tell me or not?’’
I thought about it and decided quickly I shouldn’t tell her. I just had to forget what I had been thinking and make sure I wouldn’t get myself in situations again.
‘’Never mind.’’ I lay down again. Sam followed my example and curled up against me as well.
‘’Are you sure?’’ I nodded and hid my face in her shoulder. I closed my eyes and soon after that I fell asleep.
Next morning I woke up with a stabbing feeling in my bladder. Sighing I got up and quickly put on some clothes. My bladder was terribly full. When I managed to get my clothes on without dribbling I hurried towards the door. At the moment I lowered the handle, Sam woke up.
‘’Abby, where are you going?’’
‘’Toilet, I’ll be right back!’’ I threw the door open and walked outside. The sun was shining brightly and everywhere were kids playing. People were walking around everywhere, much to my displeasure. I actually wanted to pull my shorts down and wee in front of the caravan, but that wasn’t a possibility.
While trying to hide my desperate need for the toilet I hobbled towards the bathroom. When I got inside luckily there was a cabin free. Quickly I got in and locked the door. While I fumbled with the knot of my short, I felt the worst happen. A spurt of pee escaped from my body and a second one soon followed. My boxers felt really wet and I knew that if a third spurt would escape, my short would become wet as well.
Panicked I tried to undo the knot and luckily I succeeded in time. Immediately after I undid the knot I yanked my shorts down and sat down on the toilet. Right after that a waterfall of urine came flowing from my body. Relief washed over me and even when I was done peeing, I kept sitting down for a while. My legs were all unsteady. Carefully I got up from the toilet and inspected my boxers. They had a huge damn patch on the front. Shame washed over me and I had to keep myself from crying.
What would Sam say if she found out? This wasn’t the first time my boxers had become a bit more than damp. Normally Sam wouldn’t notice, but this time she maybe would. There was no way I could change my underwear in that tiny caravan without her noticing these were wet. |
Okay, so, I have tried to write something again. I have some ideas now - let me know what you think of it, thanks. :)
Part 6
So, quite too soon there came an end to our holiday together. Sam had to start working, while I went to college again. Even though I would miss Sam terribly during the day, I was excited to go back to school again. I couldn’t wait to finish it, so I could start earn a living for Sam and me as well. I wasn’t comfortable with the fact that Sam paid for everything. My parents sometimes gave me some money as well, mostly when they were in a good mood – which didn’t happen that often.
It was a Friday morning when I left the house early, so I would be in time to catch my train. Sometimes Sam would drive me to school, but she didn’t have to work today, so I said she could stay in bed. I didn’t want her to get up so she could drive me to school while it wasn’t no problem to go by train either. She insisted she would pick me up when I was done, though. Of course I agreed with that.
The problems with my bladder didn’t occur that often anymore. The things that had happened in France had left quite an impression on me. For some reason I didn’t wait that long anymore before I went to pee. Sam and I didn’t talk about it anymore either, though Sam mentioned once that she found it interesting that I didn’t hold my pee that long anymore. She didn’t say anything about being disappointed about that, so I decided not to bring it up again. Still there was this feeling deep inside of me, which longed for Sam to pee in the shower again. She never did this again after that one time in France.
~*~*~*~*~
When I arrived at school, I hurried to the right classroom. Today there would be some special guest and I had no idea who it would be. The special guest would provide us some extra colleges, which we needed for our exams. I didn’t mind going there, but I would’ve liked it better to stay with Sam.
Entering the classroom I looked for a seat and soon I found one, placing myself next to one of my friends. She wasn’t really a close friend; I just liked to talk to her. Not too long after that college started and we both had to shut up again so we wouldn’t interrupt anyone.
It didn’t take long before I felt a familiar twinge in my lower abdomen. I didn’t think too much of it, because I knew I could hold it until break. To not make matters worse, I decided to cross my legs. This always made me feel a little bit more at ease. Glancing at my watch the clock told me there were about 30 minutes left. Relaxing my body, I concentrated on the teacher and managed to hold on.
~*~*~*~*~
When my first college was over I grabbed my things together and rushed towards the front of the building, where some bathrooms were located. Quickly I went in there and locked myself in a cubicle. Grabbing my crotch to ease the pressure, I dropped my bag and pulled my pants down. Soon my boxers followed and relieved I sat down. Soon the floodgates opened and I couldn’t help but sigh, glad that I finally could relieve myself. Also I was glad that I didn’t hold on until next college. Finishing up I grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned myself. Quickly I pulled my pants back up, flushed and left the cubicle again. While washing my hands I noticed I had some time left, so I went to the cafeteria of the school to get something to drink.
After getting myself a coffee I sat down at a table and read a book for a while. Suddenly someone appeared next to me and sat down as well. Looking up, I noticed it was this friend of mine.
‘Hi,’ she said, smiling at me.
‘Hi,’ I murmured back at her while I closed my book again.
‘Abigail, I was wondering,’ she paused for a moment, ‘if you still have that girlfriend.’ I nodded, slightly smiling. ‘Yes, we are still together.’
‘Still happy with her?’
‘Yes, more than happy to be honest.’ I wondered why she was asking all these questions. She didn’t look too nice while asking them.
‘Alright then. Just wondering.’ She looked at her watch. ‘My next college will start soon, so I am off again.’ Without greeting me, she left again. I wondered what was going on. Maybe she was jealous – yea, I guess she is.
~*~*~*~*~
After my second college I went outside and looked around, hoping to spot Sam soon. Luckily I didn’t have to search for her long, because she got out of the car to greet me. Quickly I went over to her and hugged her tight. We then both got into the car and she drove us home. I couldn’t wait to cuddle on the couch with her.
‘How was your day at school today?’
‘Really interesting. There was this girl I talk to quite often who was acting a bit weird though,’ I answered Sam.
‘What did she say then?’
‘Not too much really, but it was just weird. She asked me about our relationship and all. Really, I am not too happy I told some people at school about the two of us.’ Sighing I looked out of the window, already regretting what I said.
‘How do you mean?’
‘People think it’s weird. Me being so young and you being so old. And us being both female.’
‘You shouldn’t worry about it too much, dear.’ She took one of her hands of the wheel to touch my knee, carefully looking over at me.
‘You are right, I shouldn’t.’
It then was silent for a while and soon after that we arrived home. Sam parked the car in front of the door and while holding hands we walked inside. After locking the door she sneaked over to me and grabbed me. I stumbled and soon we lay on the couch together. It was time to have some fun. |
Part 7
‘Babe,’ Sam said while hovering over me, ‘I feel like going out tonight.’ We then melted into a kiss, carefully touching each other’s body. When I got some room to breath again, I moved a bit so I could look over at Sam. I did feel like going out as well. We hadn’t done that for a while and I was definitely missing it. ‘Where shall we go tonight?’
~*~*~*~*~
After we cooked and had dinner together, we both got ready to go to a gay club. There weren’t that many in town, but luckily there was a good one close to our home. It took me some time to decide what to wear, so Sam picked me some jeans and a nice shirt. She was wearing a pair of jeans as well. Also she had this shirt on where you could see her boobs very well. I couldn’t help but touch them when Sam was standing near me.
‘Wow, someone’s aroused tonight!’ Sam teased.
‘Very, very aroused,’ I murmured. We then kissed again, making sure not to fall over this time. I didn’t feel like landing on the floor. Sam pulled out of the kiss way too soon.
‘We will continue this in half an hour!’
‘Promise?’
‘I promise.’
Together we walked to the club, holding hands in the streets. Some people looked over at us, pulling idiot faces. Some lads found it amusing to yell at us, but we couldn’t care less. Sometimes I had a hard time not to care, but luckily I had Sam. Sam didn’t give a damn what other people said about us. This helped me a lot not to care either.
When we arrived at the club, people weren’t staring at us of course. Thank God for gay clubs. We ordered some drinks and after drowning these, we went over to the dance floor to have a great night. I got my kiss as promised.
~*~*~*~*~
It was getting really late when I felt a familiar twinge in my lower abdomen. Knowing we would go home soon, I ignored it. I knew the bathrooms in most clubs weren’t too clean and I just didn’t feel like using a dirty toilet right now. Hopefully Sam wouldn’t want to stay too long though. I wasn’t planning on wetting myself.
‘Sam, I am getting tired,’ I murmured, deciding this was the smartest way to play it.
‘Really? I feel like I could keep going all night!’
‘Yes, really. And I want to cuddle,’ I said, maybe a bit too whiny.
‘Alright babe, let’s go home then.’ She took my hand after this and together we walked over to the exit. On our way there I felt how bad I actually had to pee and decided that I couldn’t wait.
‘Sam, I think I have to pee.’ Sam turned her head and looked at me with a rather aroused look. I wondered what this meant.
‘Can you hold it?’
‘I don’t know…’ A slight blush covered my cheeks. Even though I just said I wasn’t sure if I could hold it, Sam dragged me to the exit and before I could register it we were standing outside. I decided not to say anything of it and walked along with her.
~*~*~*~*~
We were almost home when I had to stand still for a moment. Crossing my legs I bent a little at the knees, moaning slightly because I had to go so bad. I shouldn’t have drunk all these beers. Sam simply stood there, smiling a bit. She also had her knees bent at some point and I wondered where this was going. These beers didn’t help with thinking, so I just let it happen.
‘Sam, I really have to go you know.’
‘I know babe, I know. Just hold it for a bit,’ she said. She then took my hand again and dragged me along. By now I had to hold my crotch to make sure I wouldn’t leak into my jeans. It didn’t take long before we got home and Sam opened the door. I wanted to make a mad dash for the bathroom, but Sam abruptly stopped me.
‘What are you doing?’
‘I want you to hold it just a bit longer,’ she said, now holding her own crotch as well.
‘Do you need to pee as well?’ For a moment I forgot about my own need. It was such a turn on to see Sam holding herself like that.
‘Yes, I do. You like that?’
‘Uh-huh…’
‘Ha, you’re so cute!’ Walking over to me she grabbed me at the waist and then kissed me deeply. I wanted to hold her as well, but I knew I was finished if I took my hands away from my crotch.
We kissed for a while. Suddenly I had to back off though – a spurt had just leaked out without me noticing it properly. Bending over I crossed my legs in an awkward way, looking pleadingly at Sam. ‘Please, let me use the bathroom,’ I whined. Normally I would have started to cry by now, because I had to go so bad. This time it was turning me on and I could only stare at Sam doing a pee-dance as well.
‘Fuck, I have to pee,’ Sam suddenly screamed out. She was making her way towards the bathroom with both of her hands in her crotch, but this time I was the one to stop her.
‘Hold it.’
‘I can’t! Fuck!’ I could tell by the look of her face that she had just leaked a bit.
‘Does it feel nice?’ I took one of my hands away from my own crotch and grabbed hers. She indeed had leaked, and not just a bit either! Suddenly I felt another spurt pushing it’s way out and at that same moment Sam leaked a bit as well. I had to grab myself with both hands again.
After a third spurt, urine started to travel down my legs and I knew I was done. A fourth spurt followed and soon I couldn’t stop it anymore. pee started to travel down my legs. I could hear the loud hissing sound that came from myself and ashamed I looked over at Sam. She had her eyes closed. Suddenly I heard the same hissing sound coming from her. Looking at her jeans I knew she was wetting full force as well now. I wanted to grab her and that’s exactly what I did. Soon we were standing against each other, both soaking our jeans completely. When I was done, Sam still kept going. Soon she was done as well and we both sighed relieved.
‘That was hot,’ Sam said, smiling.
‘Incredibly hot.’
‘So we both like pee then?’
‘I guess so.’
‘I knew you did, so I thought I should let it rest for a while and then take some action. I believe it worked out,’ Sam said with a sense of triumph. I smiled and grabbed her ass, which was drenched in urine. I then pulled her closer so I could kiss her properly. How I loved this girl.
~*~*~*~*~
After cleaning the floor with our wet jeans on, we went over to the bathroom. There we undressed each other and got into the shower together. In there, Sam announced she had to take a leak again and right after that she started to pee on my feet. ‘Actually I do this all the time you know,’ she said. ‘I had a hard time holding myself all these times we showered together,’ she then added, laughing out loud. I had to laugh as well and pressed her body against mine. What else could I wish for? |
Sorry guys it took so long to update! I am so busy all the time; mostly thanks to school.
Thanks a lot for the reply's, I really appreciate it! And Marin, you are right about the change of course. I had to try something different.
This story will soon come to an end by the way, because I feel like writing some male omorashi. Also I have an idea on how to end this, so consider the upcoming chapters as the last ones.
Part 8
Next morning I woke up early; Sam was still fast asleep. Glaring at her I over thought last night, wondering how things had changed so fast. Not that I didn’t like it, but it surprised me a bit. I could’ve never guessed that Sam and I were into the same things. I wondered what would happen next. Mostly when partners found out each other’s interest, a lot of sexual stuff was about to follow. I still didn’t like to have sex that much, but all these things involving pee were things I did like.
~*~*~*~*~
Several weeks went by. During these weeks, we had a lot of fun together. Even though I had to go to school and Sam had to go to work, there still was plenty of time left to try some things involving our new interests. Nothing ever happened by accident, sadly enough. Not until then.
~*~*~*~*~
We were on our way back from a nice day at the beach. Sam and I were together for a while now, so sometimes we got into this routine. To break out of that, we decided to go on daytrips more often. Today we had loads of fun with swimming, secretly peeing in the sea and all such things. Now I was in the car, next to Sam. Being really tired we decided to switch seats every now and then, but Sam seemed to be more awake than I was, so she had been driving for an hour now. Being an hour on the road meant we still had one hour to go.
Sam had been a bit restless for the past fifteen minutes and I couldn’t help but wonder if she needed the loo. Of course, we had a great sex life involving both of us needing the loo quite frequently, but unplanned desperation was still the best thing in the world. Every time I secretly hoped she got into a situation in which she needed the loo desperately with no relieve in sight.
For now I decided not to mention anything. She would speak up if she really needed to use the bathroom anyway. Although, I thought she would speak up. We never got into a situation in which one of us needed the loo while knowing each other’s dirty pleasures. Maybe she didn’t like to speak up now because she knew I would get turned on by it. Not that it’s a bad thing to turn me on, but still. If I were dying for the loo without having it planned, I wouldn’t be too happy either.
~*~*~*~*~
Another ten minutes went by and Sam hadn’t decided to speak up yet. We had been talking about how great our day had been, but soon she had fallen silent. In my imagination she was too busy holding the contents of her bladder. If I were a boy, I would be having an enormous hard one by now, like seriously.
By now I was glancing in an odd way at her. Surely she knew I was checking her out. Suddenly she slowed speed a bit – after making sure nobody was driving behind us – and then carefully turned to me. ‘I really have to pee Abby,’ she said, smiling a bit. I almost screamed out of pure happiness, but made sure to shut my mouth just in time.
‘How bad is it?’
‘Really, really bad,’ she said, while she added to that by holding her crotch with one hand.
‘Can you hold it?’
‘Not sure, I think so…’
Sam started to gain speed again and I made sure to keep my eyes on her every second. She seemed to manage well, but she could be hiding it as well of course. I wondered what she was going to do. It would take a while before we would be able to stop at a petrol station. Going straight home would probably only take fifteen minutes longer.
‘How are you holding up?’ Sam jumped a bit in her seat after my sudden break of silence. Grinning I checked her crotch to see if she had leaked a bit, but couldn’t spot anything.
‘Well, I am fine. I think I can make it home, since we only have to drive for 30 minutes or so.’
‘You sure?’
‘Yea, why? Want to hear something else?’
Grinning again I looked at my feet, a bit shy again for getting this turned on. Sam seemed to notice and grinned a bit as wel.
‘Hey Abby, can you imagine how I always felt when you needed to pee really bad?’
‘Yea, I guess I can now…’
~*~*~*~*~
Only twenty minutes to go and Sam just decided to drive past the petrol station and go straight home to have some fun. She assured me she could manage until then. I strongly doubted it, for Sam was wriggling around like crazy and hardly could keep the car straight on the road.
‘This is not going as I had planned it,’ she said suddenly.
‘How do you mean?’
‘Well, it’s worse than planned.’
‘You planned this? That’s interesting.’
‘Well, I made sure to drink a bit more then usual, but it seems I drank a bit too much.’ She then grabbed herself again. Suddenly she moaned. We still had to drive for ten minutes.
By exiting the high way she had to keep both her hands on the stirring wheel. By releasing her crotch, I could spot a small wet patch the size of a golf ball.
‘Are you alright?’
Sam gritted her teeth and gained some more speed, even though she wasn’t allowed to drive any faster. I prayed we wouldn’t come across any police officers, because they would made us stop and then Sam would be finished. It would be great to see her wet her pants by accident of course, but I knew she didn’t want anything of that matter herself.
‘Sam, I think you should drive a bit slower.’
‘I can’t, I fucking can’t wait Abby!’
~*~*~*~*~
When we got home at last, she quickly parked in front of our house and hurried herself out of the car. I got out as well and went searching for the keys. Sam was standing at the front door by now, frantically grasping herself. And as typical for the moment, I couldn’t find my keys of course.
‘Abby, hurry up,’ Sam hissed.
‘I am trying babe, hold on!’
When I found the keys I quickly opened the door and waited for Sam to get in, but she kept standing where she stood.
‘Come on Sam, get in!’
‘I-I think I can’t.’
A loud hissing noise soon followed and her pants began to grow dark with wetness. Slowly she released her crotch and let it all out. When she was done, she stepped inside. Quickly I followed her and closed the door behind us, after making sure nobody saw her. Luckily it was already quite late, so nobody had seen us.
‘Are you alright?’
‘Yea, quite alright.’
Sam smiled at me and nodded when I longingly watched at her. I wanted to feel her. While pressing my hips against hers, I started to kiss her deeply. Soon the wetness of her crotch spread against mine.
‘Hey Sam, maybe I need to pee as well.’
‘Then go,’ was the short but obvious answer.
I relaxed my muscles and soon I started to drip a bit in my underwear. Mostly I couldn’t fully relax straight away, so this wasn’t very surprising. As soon as the stream started, I couldn’t stop it anymore though.
As soon as my bladder started to release its contents, Sam lifted me so I could pee all over her shirt. Soon we both were covered in wetness. When I was done, Sam let me down again and started to kiss my neck and tried to undo my trousers.
‘Let’s finish this in the shower, shall we?’
‘After you, Abby.’ |
Thank you Sencha!
This is the last chapter, but there will be an epilogue which I will post as soon as possible. The epilogue is going to be great, I promise. Thank you those who read this! I am sorry this didn't get any longer, but I just felt like this story had to finish. Well anyway,I hope you guys enjoyed it, even though it is shorter then you maybe hoped for.
Part 9
Next morning I woke up after Sam. She had left me alone in the bedroom, which surprised me a bit. Normally we waited for each other until we both were awake. Wondering what was going on I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After refreshing myself a bit, I walked towards the kitchen, where Sam was standing behind the stove.
‘Good morning.’
‘Oh hi Abby, slept well?’ Sam dropped whatever she was doing and then walked over to me and kissed me on the forehead. Smiling I sat down at the kitchen table.
‘Is something going on since you didn’t wait for me to wake up?’ I immediately blurted out as soon as I sat down. Sam grinned and of course I noticed it. She quickly finished preparing dinner and placed some trays on the table.
‘Well, yes, something is going on…’ After saying this she immediately left the kitchen, so I got up as well and followed her.
Sam stood in the middle of the living room, smiling brightly. Questionably I looked over at her and slowly came closer.
‘Hey Abby, stay there and close your eyes.’ I did as I was told, wondering what the hell she was doing. There were several noises to be heard, but I overcame my curiosity and kept my eyes closed.
‘Okay, you can open them again.’
When I opened my eyes, Sam was on her knees in front of me, holding a box in front of me. Tears immediately sprung into my eyes. Sam took my hand, still keeping that same bright smile on her face. ‘Abby, we have been together for a while now,’ she paused for a moment, ‘and I would like to ask you something.’ She released my hand, opened the box and then took my hand again. A ring was staring at me from the box.
‘Dear Abby, would you like to marry me?’ For a moment I couldn’t believe it, but I wanted nothing more in this world then to be with Sam forever. And she obviously thought the same about me.
‘Oh my God, yes!’ Sam jumped up and hugged me tightly. Tears of happiness were streaming down my face by now. This was the best thing ever.
~*~*~*~*~
Sam and I had a great weekend together, but soon it was Monday again. I had to go to school and Sam had to go to work. As usual, when Sam had to work, she dropped me off at school first. With a bright smile on my face and a beautiful ring on my finger I entered the school. Nothing could ruin the feeling I had.
Soon that one girl, who supposed to be my friend, came up to me. She immediately noticed the ring around my finger and the huge smile on my face.
‘Well well, bought a ring a see? That’s very unlike you.’
‘Actually I am getting married,’ I said smiling. Her face immediately fell and I had to suppress laughter. She wasn’t jealous, was she?
‘Oh, alright, good for you.’ Oh wow, she really was jealous! I wondered why she liked me, but decided not to talk about it. Jeez, awkward situation!
‘Um, let’s go to class, shall we?’
‘Sure.’
When the day was finally over, I was glad. The girl had been staring at me all day and it made me feel slightly uncomfortable. Sam decided to take part of the day off, so she could pick me up.
~*~*~*~*~
Back home we talked through all the wedding stuff and soon it was evening again. During the talk about the wedding we both hadn’t used the bathroom all day and my bladder was starting to feel uncomfortably full.
‘I think I am going to dash off to the loo for a moment,’ I said, immediately getting up after saying that. Sam quickly grabbed me at the waist and put me down again though, as expected.
‘Just wait one second, I wanted to talk about what to wear!’ I got comfortable again, shoving the thought of needing to pee to the back of my mind. It wasn’t that urgent.
Soon we agreed that we would both wear a suit. Who cared if we looked the same? It would simply show how much we loved each other. We also decided on the fact that we would marry in private, with only some friend. We would inform our parents as well and they were welcome if they wished to be there.
When we were done, I got aware of my need to pee again. This time I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Slowly I got up and hobbled towards the toilet. Sam followed me and I wondered what she was up to. When I was near the loo, she picked me up and took me to the bathroom.
‘I have to pee as well and we both have to shower as well, so…’ Knowing where she was going I took my clothes of, but kept my underpants on. She did the same. Together we got in the shower. She didn’t turn the shower on, but waited for me to get started. I, on the other hand, was waiting for her to get started.
‘Uh, who’s starting first?’
‘Well, uh, you?’
‘Nope, you!’ I grinned.
‘Alright, together?’
‘Together.’ Soon a loud splashing sound was to be heard. Sam’s crotch grew dark with wetness and so did mine. Our pee splattered on both our feet and ran down our legs. Suddenly Sam grabbed me and started to kiss me intensely. pee sprayed everywhere by now and my bladder wasn’t empty yet.
When we were both done, Sam turned on the shower and we enjoyed the warmth and each other. Later that night we cuddled up in bed and I felt like the happiest girl alive.
~*~*~*~*~
The next morning I felt just the same. All happy with my girl; soon to be my wife. At the kitchen table I enjoyed the meal she prepared for me and later that afternoon we went into town to have some fun. I skipped school today, because well, why not?
In town we came across a wall where several advertisements hung. One of them was about moving and I immediately got a special feeling.
‘Would you like to move?’ Sam stood still and looked at me.
‘Do you want that?’
‘Only if you want it as well.’ Sam seemed to think about it for a bit, but I knew I got her interest.
‘It would be a great way to start our married live, hmm…’ I nodded happily, already imagining what our new house would look like.
~*~*~*~*~
Soon the decision was made that we would move to a new house after getting married. Sam agreed on one condition: she wanted a stone floor through the whole house, because that would be the easiest to clean. She had some things planned for our future and I loved it. I loved her, no matter what.
THE END |
Epilogue
Soon the big day was there. We were going to get married and all the necessary things had been arranged. We would marry in church – luckily this was possible, even though we are gay. There would be a ceremony and all. Our parents had promised to show up as well, so it probably would be a fantastic day. We both had a suit we loved, so at least we would look great.
I had woken up early that particularly morning and prepared breakfast. After that I made sure Sam wouldn’t oversleep. Together we ate breakfast and after that we took a shower together. We helped each other putting our suits on and soon it was time for us to go. Sam’s dad picked us up and together we drove to the church. On our way there I could feel a twinge in my tummy, but I assured myself that was because of the nerves.
~*~*~*~*~
When we arrived we were led to a room where we had to wait until the ceremony was about to start. Sam’s father and everybody else had to take a seat in church and we just had to wait, wait and wait. The feeling in my stomach and lower abdomen hadn’t left and I started to worry a bit, which caused that I stopped speaking. Sam seemed to notice, but she probably thought it would be the nerves as well.
‘I wonder if this church has a bathroom,’ she suddenly said. Of course she got my attention immediately. Maybe I just had to pee.
‘I don’t think they have one – do you need to go?’ Sam shuffled her feet around a bit and blushed a bit. ‘Maybe it’s just the nerves,’ she said.
‘Yes, maybe it is.’ I said this not only to her, but to myself as well. I really didn’t want to need a pee right now.
~*~*~*~*~
Soon we were called because the ceremony was about to start. When I got up I felt a nudge in my bladder and I knew that I had to use the bathroom. Sam looked a bit worried as well. ‘Do you need to pee?’ I whispered, hoping she had heard me. ‘Yes,’ she whispered back at me, slightly giggling. ‘My God, I have to go too!’ I whispered back at her. We almost started laughing out loud, but luckily were able to contain ourselves. With slightly bend legs we both got through the ceremony.
I noticed Sam was pacing on the spot a bit, but if you didn’t know any better you would just think she was excited or nervous. The audience probably thought we were nervous. I was pacing around a bit as well after all. Luckily it wasn’t too bad and I was able to shove it off my mind until we said ‘yes’ to each other.
~*~*~*~*~
After the ceremony we immediately had to get into the car so we could go to the city hall. We could register that we were married now. As soon as I got into the car, I sat down on the back seat and crossed my legs. Sam kept her legs spread, but I knew she was having a hard time doing so. The nerves had made us both need to pee quite urgently.
When we arrived we got out of the car and Sam’s dad decided to stay behind and wait for us. Holding hands we walked inside and I had to resist the urge to grab myself. ‘Do you think they have a bathroom available here?’ I murmured, while keeping close to Sam. She slightly shrugged and fidgeted a bit. ‘I don’t know. Do you need it badly?’
‘Well, I am okay but I could do with using the loo now.’
‘Me too, but I can hold it.’
‘Me too,’ I said, even though I wasn’t so sure. Sam seemed rather confident about being able to contain herself though, so I decided not to say anything about it anymore.
While we waited in line I looked around to see if I could spot a bathroom somewhere. Sadly enough there weren’t any available. Soon it was our turn, so I shoved it off my mind again and started filling in all the required papers. When we were done I kissed Sam and after that we walked back to the car. Soon we would be home and then I could use the toilet.
~*~*~*~*~
I thought we were driving home until Sam’s dad announced our parents had arranged something for us and that we were going there now. Pressing my tights together I looked over at Sam with a worried look. Sam wasn’t looking too happy either. Her legs were crossed as well by now.
Suddenly she took my hand, trying to comfort me. At the same point I had to grab my crotch to prevent myself from leaking. Blushing I looked at Sam’s dad to make sure he couldn’t see anything. He was all focussed on the road, which made me grab myself even harder. I really had to relieve myself and I had no idea where we were going. Hopefully they at least had a bathroom available there.
~*~*~*~*~
‘Alright girls, here it is.’ I wanted to groan when I saw that we had a photo shoot coming up. It was in the middle of a huge park and I doubted that there would be a bathroom here. Looking over at Sam I noticed that she had to pee quite badly as well. I noticed it by the signs she was giving me. The moving around, the pleading look in her eyes and the occasional crotch grab told me she was having a hard time as well. I wondered how we would get through this photo shoot without soiling our suits.
Lucky as we were the photo shoot only took half an hour. Even though our bladders were about to burst we were still able to contain ourselves. All these times we played around a bit made our bladder fairly strong, which came to good use now. I had a hard time keeping my hands away from my pants though. Several times I had to try really hard not to grab myself. My groin was burning with need and I couldn’t wait until we got home.
~*~*~*~*~
In the car back home I came to the conclusion that when being busy with things, your need to pee passed unnoticed. But as soon as you were back to doing nothing, your need would hit you. By now I thought I would never make it home. During the photo shoot everything seemed just fine, but that was probably because we were taking poses all the time. Sitting still and doing nothing made me want to pee my trousers, but I couldn’t. I was in the car of Sam’s dad.
Sam grabbed my hand, just like she did on the way there. She had her legs pressed tightly together and she was chewing her lip constantly. I couldn’t help but get turned on a bit. She looked so incredibly handsome with that suit on. Her need to pee only made her look more handsome.
~*~*~*~*~
We were nearly home when I felt my muscles weaken. Suddenly a small spurt of urine seeped into my underwear and I grabbed my crotch immediately after that, to prevent any further leakage. Panicked I looked over at Sam. By just glancing at her, I knew she could tell what had happened. She stroked my knee as to say that it was okay and that I didn’t have to worry. I leaned my head against Sam shoulder and crossed my legs tightly, praying that I would make it.
Suddenly the car stopped and I knew we were home. Slowly I crawled out of the car, trying to prevent that I would pee again, but I couldn’t stop a second spurt on its way out. Quickly I thanked Sam’s dad and then hurried towards the door. Sam soon was behind me and pushed the door open as soon as I had it unlocked. Quickly we went inside, with me losing another spurt on the way. Horrified I grabbed my crotch and felt an extreme wet spot down there. ‘Sam, I am doing it in my pants,’ I whined, feeling another spurt fight its way out.
‘Hold it just a bit longer,’ Sam said, while dancing around like crazy. She took my free hand and dragged me towards the bathroom. When we were halfway there, I felt I lost it.
Urine started to stream heavily into my underwear and soon it started running down my legs. A huge puddle of urine formed underneath me. Looking over at Sam I knew she was finished as well. She was completely bend over at the waist and had both her hands in her crotch. Suddenly a second loud hissing sound was to be heard. ‘Fuck, Abby, I can’t hold it.’
~*~*~*~*~
After a few minutes we both were done peeing. Silence fell over us for a while, both not knowing what to say. Suddenly Sam started to laugh. Looking up at her I grinned as well. What had gotten into her? ‘Oh my, Abby, look at us!’ I stared at the puddle underneath us and then grinned. ‘Pretty wet huh!’
‘Never thought our wedding day would end like this, but…’ Sam then fell silent.
‘But what?’
‘It couldn’t have ended any better,’ she said, smiling brightly. I nodded and hugged her tight then, enjoying the feeling of our wet pants against each other.
‘I love you, Sam.’
‘I love you too, Abby, no matter what.’ |
(hope my english is not too bad! enjoy)
Potions
Harry woke up earlier than anyone else that morning and very relaxed, he took a long hot shower, got dressed and went out of the common room.
Being that early he decided to visit Hagrid before brekfast.
when he got back to the school he realized the weather was getting pretty cold. he thought it might snow soon. Due to the cold and the huge cup of tea that Hagrid offered him, Harry felt a little twinch in his bladder but it was such a light one that he didn't worried about.
Being a 16 years old boy in full health, he had a very big and elastic bladder therefore he was used to hold his pee for a long time or drink a lot without worries. Because of it tho, he was always too sure of not needing a bathroom and usually would feel a urge when his bladder was already too full.
Harry met Ron and Hermione at breakfas table. Ron poured a big glass of juice to him and he drank it all chatting with him and Hermione , later he had a large cup of coffee and they all headed to class.
Potions class.
Piton wrote the potion's instruction on the chalkboard " I will check on you in 15 minutes" he said and disappear in his office.
Hermione was very excited about the new potion they were learning.
Harry was working on his cauldron but he was a little distracted, he felt a twinch in his bladder ."I could have gone to the bathroom before class" he thought
15 minutes into the work, Ron was holding his head in his hands, in front of a cauldron containing a shoking pink liquid while the right colour was supposed to be light yellow...
Draco, who was sitting not far from them, said "what's the matter Wesley? did you drop your lipstick in it? Draco and his friends loughed hard.
"shut up Malfoy!" Said Harry without even watching him.
Ron was almost criyng, reminding that Snape got him detention last week, for not being able to make his potion right and he was being mean to him lately. He couldn't really afford another failure in potions class.
"there is Potter, coming to his girlfriend's defence! so cute" said Draco making stupid mime of the 2 of them kissing
Harry didn't say anything triyng to contain his rage. He heard Professor Snape coming back from the office. Right before the professor came out of the door he exchanged his cauldron with Ron's. Ron gave him a surprised look.
but before snape could get to check on them, Remus knoked the door and got him out of class for a talk.
As soon as they where alone Draco attacked Harry " hey that's pathetic Potter!! like Snape would not notice!!"
"he won't" said Harry trying to be calm, while a little pressure was growing in his lower abdome.
"Wesley I thought your baby sitter was Lady Granger of the Mudblood! how come she is not helping you?"
Ron was red in the face for the rage he jumped in his direction but Draco, faster than him, trowed a spell and the kid remined sit becoming a stone statue.
"Ron! " cried Hermione
Draco and friends were laughing at him
"No Harry!" said Hermione seeing that Harry throwed a spell on draco and his friens giving them a pig face. They started oinking loud. the whole class was laughing
Snape and Remus irrupted in the room " what the howl is going on here??!" yelled Snape. A sudden silence pervaded the room.
He was furious. took his wand out, cancelled al the spells and said "Potter and Malfoy you may not leave the class today!"
then he checked out the potions "Plus 5 points to Griffendor for Ron's perfect potion" Ron had a weak smile on his face and a grateful look to Harry..."And minus 10 points for Harry's horrible potion.." Ron's smile dropped on the floor.
"I'm sorry Harry, and thank you " wispeared Ron leaving the class 15 minutes later, also Hermione was sad for Harry. "I'll be fine" he said
The room emptied.
Harry felt the pressure in his bladder gettin to a critic point. He squirmed a bit and giggled on his chair. one hour and a half was passed from breckfast and he was cursing the cup of coffe he drank.
Draco didn't notice, on the contrary he was felling very good bladderwise, he didn't have almost anything to drink tha t mornig.
Snape Talked to them about how bad was their behaviour at that age and how they should not use their magic in class outside of the class propouses. He took their wands for the whole detention time. then he thad a 10 minutes talk.
Now Harry's bladder was starting to be full, and was giving him urge signal every 10 minurtes or so. He squirmed again. but he felt like he could hold a bit longer. Hopefully to the end of detention...
And Snape said " Now write down this potions" writing on the chalkboard " then go to the big table and work on it! You won't get out untill all these 3 potions are perfect! I'll be in my office" and he exit the room
Harry was uncorfotable now, his right leg bouncing constantly to contain the urge. he squized his thighs toghther a coouple of times.
"something wrong Potter?" asked Draco
"I'm fine" said Harry serious without looking at him. He was concentrating on holding.
after a while they were done copiyng the board it was time to get to the table.
Now Harry wasn't sure about standing up. Being sitting, so far, has been helping out holding the pressure but now he had to stand still in front of a table and prepare the potion.
He decided to get up, he did, and for a second he stopped half way, waist bent. He squirmed and gasped, but didn't need to hold himself yet. "ssssssss" he moaned between his teeth.
" Do you need a bathroom Potter? You should have gone before...You know how Snape is about leaving the class... " said Draco smiling.
"this is none of your business Malfoy" said Harry and stood up regaining a normal position even tho a bit tense. He perfecly knew Snape would not let him go before the end of detention, but he was still hoping he would eventually. His bladder was so full he could feel it at the waist of his trousers that had never been that tight. He wished he could unzip them...
he walked over to the table.
He took place on Draco's side, because there were only those two close cooking plan prepared for them, and started to collect all the ingredients.
The problem was he realised he couldn't really stand still.
He started shifting waight from foot to foot, trying not to be too obvious, then he walked around the room to get ingredients and he would get the wrong ones on porpouse to be able to walk again to the shelves. walking was helping a lot and actually he realized it was the only thing to do. He realized he was so close to the limit that had to give it a try and knoked at Snapes office trying to stand still in front of the professor. " what is it that you need Potter?"
" Sir, please can I go tho the bathroom?" said Harry and he couldn't help bending a little at the waist and shifting weight.
" I Thought I've been clear before: no one leaves the room before the 3 potions are perfectly done"
Harry's eyes where filling up in tears " Sir, I REALLY have to go! Please!" he squirmed heavily
"Potter, do not insist. Back to work. Now"
Snape entered the room past Harry and reached the desk where he could see the kids from and took a sit writing some papers.
Harry was on the verge of crying but clenched his muscles and tried to hold on.
"Potter ? ...good luck ...." wispered Draco in his ear passing close to him to reach the shelf with a mean smile on his face.
Harry couldn't stop moving around he walked to the shelves trying to move around and as he was there he felt a big wave of urge and fell on one knee clutching his thighs like mad. he kept the position for few seconds pretending to read on some bottles on the lower shelf. his hand was shaking a bit.
"what are you looking for Potter?" said Snape from the desk
"er.. hum... lizard's liver Sir!" answerd harry with a broken voice
"That's there " Said Snape pointing a higher shelf on his left
"ah.. thank you Sir.." Harry muggled but couldn't get up yet.
"So what are you waiting for Potter?" said Snape getting up and going his direction
Harry panicked but kept clenching his thighs in tha tposition.
Snape stopped in front of him " will you tand up and get to work?" Harry took a deep breath and put all his strenght in standing up he took the bottle on the shelf and walked fast at the table
Snape returned at the desk
" uh....uh.." sighed Harry while he was squirming heavily triyng to stand still for cutting some roots on a wooden board. His hands felt numb, all the strenght of his whole body was dragged to his lower abdome. He was doing his job even too well, considering the pressure, but he was felling very ridiculus... now his predicament was so obvious.
He was lifting one knee at a time bringing it up and down, the table and bending at the waist without rest.
His face was contracted and his eyes watering, suddenly he rested his hands on the table dropping the tools. he squirmed violently bent forward and backed up away from the table , he walked back and forth 3 or 4 times trying to gain control.
" back to work Potter" Said Snape from the desk
"Sir, Please I can't hold it any more!" said Harry with higher ton of voice
"I don't want to hear another word from you Potter" said Snape
Harry tried hard again, took his tools and went back to work but his knees couldn't stop lifting ad he was bending costantly at the waist still trying to cut the root with terrible results.
He felt a sprout . he gasped and crossed his legs tight, his hands, still holindg a root and a small knife hir wrists on the edge of the table, bent over, frantic.
Draco looked at him, almost enjoying the show and wispered " Potter don't have an accident in front of me please...I'd be shocked!" and then " aww... i whish i had a pint of clear and cold butterbier... don't you?"
At the thought of cold liquids Harry dropped the root and the tools to hold he table edge and sinked on one knee again.
" I can't ...I can't hold it... I have to pee ... help... "
Draco stopped being mean, his predicament was so frantic that he realized Harry wasn't gonna make it to a toilet for sure... and felt bad for him.
Harry was stuck in this position, one knee on the floor foot tip pressing on the floor, the other knee bent in front thighs pressing toghether on his uretra trying desperately to old the flood. his arm hanging to the table edge and his back straighten .
He felt another small sprout escaping in his underwear, shoved a hand on his crotch and clenched it for dear life. With the other hand still holding the edge of the table to keep his balance
A tear went down his cheek.
"damn! I'm peeing.... Im peeing..."
he realized he stopped the flood so far, but he couldn't move any more, any movement would make him loose it all.
"Harry..." Said Draco embarrassed
His words came like from underwater to Harry that was almost fainting in the effort to hold, he was shaking now like crazy and pressing his uretra ritmically with his hand ans swinging lightly back and forth. He was breathing shotly and fast because even the air in his lungs was pressing on his dramatically swallen bladder.
In that moment Remus knoked and entered the class door
"Snape, excuse me can I.... Hey Harry! wat's going on??" said Remus
seeing Harry holding himself clenched to the table and crying .
"Snape what's this?"
The two professors exchanged an icy glance. Remus suddenly knew Snape was torturing poor Harry and walked to Harry's side saying" Harry come with me"
"I can't .... "cried Harry in pain
Remus bent at his height and wispered " yes you can, I give you permission to leave this room! are you ok?"
"Sorry...I can't move...I need to go to the bathroom... I can't hold it any more.... " said Harry between tears
Remus felt a wave of compassion for that boy blushing and tearing like a baby "come with me Harry I'll bring you to the bathroom"
Draco was watching them embarassed trying to be invisible
"back to work Malfoy " said Snape who was watching from the desk
" I can't move..." said Harry shaking
Remus put a hand on his shoulder and said " just try ok?"
"damn it!" said Harry between his teeth squirming in place "I am peeing trhough my fingers!"
a small wet pouch apperad on his crotch "uh.....uh..." sighed Harry
"come on rush to the bathroom Harry" said Remus, then to Snape "what were you thinking Snape? can't you see he's bursting? this is mean, I will report to Dumbeldore! "
Snape walked to them and said "he is under my detention today, you may leave the room Remus" then grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him up "nooo please!" cried Harry
a splashing sound echoed in the room Harry bent over lifted one knee and squized hard his crotch to stop the flood triyng to free the othe arm in Snape's hand but he wouldn't let him go.
a second splash echoed, Harry gasped and shaking and a third splash was heard.
Draco was now watching the terrible show with wide open eyes he felt very bad for Harry in that moment.
Remus took Harry's arm from Snapes Hand and pulled the kid towards himself . Harry made one step, and another huge sprout of pee splashed on the floor.
"Let it go Harry, just let it go or you'll be sick" said Remus
but there was no need to sai it, Harry couldn't just top the flood and it it splashed all in a huge puddle.
Remus was surprised at the amount of liquid he was holding.
when Harry managed to stop he dragged him away and out of the room.
" Draco" said Snape " clean this mess up" and entered his office slamming the door
Draco was petrified from the whole scene... "but... I don't have my wand!... wait!" he yelled.
Remus dragged Harry into his office making sure anyone saw them in the allway, once in the office Remus took his wand with the intention of cleaning the kid up.
" Harry are you ok? " asked when realized Harry was still squeezing his crotch and fidgeting
"I'm not finished..." said Harry still shaking and in tears...
"here" said Remus opening the bathroom door of his office
Harry jumped into it and, without even closing the door, unzipped his pants and peed for half a minute, full force, into the toilet" when he was done Remus cleaned him up with magic.
15 minutes later Harry was sitting exausted on an armchair in front of Remus with a sad and imbarrassed look on his face, he was stearing the carpet.
"I'm so sorry Harry... I promise this will not happen again"
Harry didn't say anything.
In the afternoon Harry was heading to the common room and ran into Draco
Draco glanced down at the sight of Harry but as he passed by Draco stopped and walked to him in the empty allway.
" I almost had to clean your pee you know? "
" I hope you did" said Harry angry. He was embarrassed but try not to show it
"I didn't actually. Snape came back after telling me to clean up and did it himself with magic"
"I see" said Harry, looked away and move tow step forward leaving Draco behind
"hem.. " said Draco. " I will not tell anybody about your accident" and blushed
Harry stopped without turnig back to him. He didn't expect this and blushed too " thank you" said quietly "I have to go doing my homework now, excuse me"
He walked away, he was still pissed at him but a little relieved about what he said. |
PLOT: A high school girl has spent the last year constantly getting teased about her weak bladder by the other girls in her school, as well as some other girls around town. (She regularly has to go in the middle of every class and almost never makes it all the way home after school, usually being forced to "improvise a pit stop" along the way.) During one of her "improvised pit stops" ), the girl meets a mysterious old man, who grants her wish to have a "normal bladder, like the other girls."
Instead of making her bladder stronger, he weakens the bladder of every girl in town! This leads to some long lines, a lot of wettings, and a LOT of "improvised pit stops" by all.
Kari was in tears. She had just endured the most horrible teasing today in 7th hour. Same person, same reason. Alissa Hawthorne, the cheer captain with a face of gold and a tongue of poison, had gotten her horde of sycophantic cheerleader henchmen to lock the bathroom doors at Central High where they attended, knowing Kari had a urinary infection when she was younger that severely weakened her bladder muscles. Kari had struggled to open the door, all the while crossing her legs, but her paper thin bladder had not allowed her to make it to the toilet. Her teacher, Mrs. Roberts, a kind, pretty lady had soothingly told her that her condition was not something to mope about, only to be aware of. Easy for HER to say, she wasn’t the one messing herself like a 5 year old girl. This was the 4th pair of panties and skirt she had gone through in a week. Holding her books close to her chest, she hurried around the block, her face burning red. She could not shake the vision of Alissa’s laughing, malevolent face. On the outside, Alissa and Kari could not be more different; Alissa was tall, slender and shapely, with long, blonde curls and a very full chest. Kari wasn’t that bad looking, with her shorter, straighter ginger hair and her long, toned legs…it was her overabundance of freckles her and her thick glasses that tended to turn people away. O yeah, and her thimble-sized bladder. Feeling a twinge in her abdomen, she realized she had just forgotten to pee before she left school, a ritual that she had made habit given her urinary situation. She walked faster, hoping to make it home before the dam burst, but she still had 5 blocks to go. Ten minutes later, her need was burning, and even SHE was surprised how fast it had grown. Looking around furtively at the crowded sidewalk, she slid and hand under her skirt and gave herself a quick squeeze to help her hold it. On the second to last block, she felt her hold crumbling as hot pee began to slip through her fingers. Deciding there was nothing else for it, she ducked into a nearby alley, tore down her panties, positioned herself over a drain, and let go, sighing as her pee streamed into the grate. When she had finished, she pulled her panties and skirt up and was just about to leave when a gravelly voice made her jump. “It’s your lucky day, missy.” She whirled around to see a stooped figure leaning against the wall, supported by a black cane. She had the nasty feeling that he’d been watching her the whole time. “I-I don’t talk to strangers,” She said, more bravely than she felt. The figure stepped into the light, and an old man materialized before her. With his gleaming head, long white beard and small stature, he looked innocent enough, except for a mischievous glint is his eye and a strange assortment of star and moon pendants round his neck. “No need to worry about me, darling. In fact, I’m here to help you.” Kari narrowed her eyes “with what?” The old man smiled, showing a full mouth of crooked looking teeth. “Anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything. I’m a wizard, lass”.
Kari’s mind was skeptical; Being one of the brightest students in her class, she had deduced long ago that there was no such thing as magic; but then she looked at the pendants again. There was definitely something strange about this man; he radiated a sort of…power. She got closer and whispered “Could you….make my bladder bigger?” she asked in an embarrassed sort of way. The old man raised his ice white eyebrow “Eh? Usually people want riches or love….” Kari mumbled “Well, I kinda have a weak bladder; I’m bursting for the toilet a good ten hours out of my day and it’s driving me nuts; I’ve had more accidents than I can count…” The old man peered at her with startlingly electric blue eyes. He shrugged. “Well, if that’s what you want…” Kari gasped as the old man straightened and grew taller, coming to resemble Gandalf; his cane had changed into a ruby tipped staff. The alley filled with purple smoke that no one seemed to notice as the wizard’s eyes glowed white and he muttered an incantation; “Eye of dragon, baby bird down, give this girl the biggest bladder in town!” A yellow haze seemed to fall over the city, and as Kari looked around, it seemed to be settling only on women, concentrating in their abdomens. With a puff of smoke, the wizard and his theatrics were gone. Kari didn’t feel that much different, and with a sigh of despair, realized it must have been a hoax. She no sooner stepped out onto the sidewalk than a businesswoman ran into her, looking harassed. “Oh! I’m so sorry, dear, it’s just…well, I’ve really got to pee, it just sort of came out of nowhere, I was fine, then my bladder just filled, and-” the lady doubled over. “Sorry…” she hobbled off. Shaking her head, Kari resumed her trek. As she rounded a corner, she saw a brunette lady, relieving herself into a cup behind a truck, sighing loudly. Wondering where the epidemic was coming from, she saw the librarian, Nancy, dancing on the spot down the street, obviously desperate for a restroom. Shaking her head, she walked on, reaching her apartment. She unlocked the front door and stepped inside, dumping her book bag on the table. Suddenly, the door flung open and Kari’s two older sisters, Kristen and Kailey came hurtling through the door. Kristen reached the bathroom first, rushing inside and locking the door. “KRISTEN, YOU’D BETTER HURRY UP, I GOTTA pee SO BAD!” whined Kailey, dancing on the spot. Another 2 minutes and there was a rapt knock at the door. Kari unlocked the door, and there stood Mrs. Downs, the landlady. “Oh, hi, Kari, dear...” she said, apparently flustered. “How…(oooh)…are you…(oh my)..um, doing?” she said, very fast. Kari noticed that this usually composed woman could not stand still. “Mrs. Do-“Mrs. Downs cut her off, looking anxious. :I’m so sorry dear, but I am simply DYING for the toilet, and, well, your place was closest; I don’t think I can make it to mine. Can I use your toilet?” she finished, watching Kari on tenterhooks. Utterly perplexed, Kari looked down the hall. “Um, my sister’s in there, so I don’t-“ Mrs. Downs cut her off again. “Oh no, oh no…” Just as Mrs. Downs was about to lose control, Kristen came out, looking mighty relieved. Mrs. Downs brushed past Kari and into the bathroom before Kailey, who, in her fit of desperation, had not noticed Kristen vacate the lavatory. “Wait, what? NOOOOOO!!!!” Kailey wailed as her banks overflowed and her bladder burst into her shorts, spilling all over the tile floor. Kailey sank to her knees, crying silently. Kari wasn’t sure how to feel, watching her sister wet herself, after having done it so many times before. She inched away from the puddle and her humiliated sister and disappeared into her room. She lay on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. Since the incident with the wizard, it seemed that everyone in town was experiencing the same problem she had struggled with for years. Well, actually only girls….Kari sat bolt upright. She went over the incantation in her mind; “Eye of dragon, baby bird down, give this girl the biggest bladder in town!” The wizard HAD given her the biggest bladder in town, but not by enlarging it, but by shrinking everyone elses! Kari sat, racked with terror, till she thought about something. Alissa Hawthorn had been affected. It was now Miss Perfect that couldn’t hold her water, as well as her cheerleader friends, and they had a field trip tomorrow, with a VERRRY long bus ride. Kari smiled to herself, thinking that tomorrow would be a very interesting day….
To be continued…. |
I will post some of my stories here although I posted another two before on another Topic.
stories are written by me but due to my not mother language english, I asked some members to edit them for me. they have been very helpful. I am appreciating their collaboration :) and hope you all give feedback.
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Harry vs Draco - written by Ranma23 - edited by SeverusSnapeFan-
part one
"Aboard the Hogwarts Express, on the first of September, Draco introduced himself to Harry and suggested that Harry would be better if he was friends with Draco than with Ron Weasley, whose family he obviously despised. He then held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it, instead responding, "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks." This event set the stage for a rivalry between the two boys which continued throughout every school year."
FIFT YEAR
Harry Ron and Hermione were out for a walk in Hogsmead. the weather was cold and sunny, they were watching the stores windows and talking about school.
"Hey Potter be carefull" yelled Draco Malfoy coming from behind them. "It's full of MUD there!" Goyle replied from his side laughing hard.
Ron pointed his wand to Draco, "say that again hairy primate!"
Harry raised his wand as well and stood next to Ron.
"Don't worry Potter I don't mean to get dirt on my hands" said Draco and walked away
Ron was furious, but him and Harry were actually glad the fight was avoided, because they weren't supposed to be wondering around Hogsmead due to the last events with the Death eaters.
They kept on walking and finally stopped at The Hog's Head and sat there for a Butterbeer where they stayed there for more than an hour when Ron and Hermione went to the washrooms and Harry remained alone at the table for a while.
He couldn't remember when he last used the bathroom but it was probably before lunch althogh he didn't feel the need at all. His bladder was very well strong and he usually could hold up to 8 hours before getting desperate when he wasn't drinking too much.
He noticed Hermione and Ron got stopped by some friends on the way back from the bathroom.
"Harry" said a sweet voice
Harry, turned his head and saw Ginny, seeing her big and beautifull smile Harry felt his heart bitting faster.
"Hi, how are you?" he said smiling back to her
" I'm good, I am waiting for some friends"
" Take a seat," Harry said shifting on the long banch to make space for her.
"Thank you, hold on a second, I'll be right back," Ginny said as she walked to the bar and came back with 2 pints of Butterbeer.
They drank up and talked for a while. Harry was so happy to be there with Ginny that he wasn't realizing his bladder was getting full.
He had drank almost the whole thing while Ginny had just given a couple of sip from her beer.
All of a sudden the door of the pub was blasted open and two Death eater entered it, crashing chairs and tables, everybody was screaming.
Harry met the eyes of Ron and Hermione and in half a second they knew what to do. He pulled out his invisbilty cloak and covered himself and Ginny up and they ran to Hermione and Ron who already where at the back door leading into the tavern where (as they remembered) was a passdoor back to Hogwarts. While they where running up the stairs Harry felt a twitch in his bladder. They entered the room where the secret passage way was but a horrible surprise was waiting for them; they found Bellatrix Lestrange waiting for them
" Hello!" She screamed in her crazy way
The door suddenly closed behind them, they took their wands out but with a major "expelliarmus" the 4 wands flew in the air and landed on the floor behind Bellatrix.
"What do we have here? Potter.. my favorite! Granger...uh... and two of the Weasley!! Well, well, well!"
She threw a spell and tide them together in to pairs. Harry had his wrists tide together to Ginny's wrists with one inch of distance between their hands.
same thing for Ron and Hermione.
Harry gulped, he was starting to feel his need now.
"you come with me" Said Bellatrix and they all disappear in a "ZAP".
When they landed Harry touched the ground with his feet, but he suddenly reminded he was tide to anothe person. As Jinny landed right after him they fell on the cold black murble of Malfoy's castle and Jinny's body bounced on Harry's squeezing his bladder.
"ouch!" shghed Harry, his face contracted in pain
"Oh my.. sorry Harry" said Ginny embarassed and tried to stand up but she was only doing worst
" Ginny!" screamed Harry between his teeth " please stop... sorry... you need to get off my bladder or I'll pee myself" he continued with a nervous smile
"sorry...sorry !" Ginny was embarrased but also a little excited by the situation and stopped mooving to avoid making mistakes, she would never want to hurt Harry . Her body laying on Harrys suddenly gave him a shiver of other nature.
they watched each other in the eyes, their hands tied on their chest, their faces so close, they both blushed.
Harry confirmed to himself that he liked Jinny so much and the perfume of her long red hair was so good.. Their lips almost touched but he felt he was gettin a little too excited and turned on. Even tho this was really helping him holding his pee, he was embarassed that she would feel it and shifted on a side to get her off himself.
they turned their heads and saw Ron and Hermione fighting for standing up
Harry supressed a smile. they were hilarious but there was also nothing to laugh about...they were trapped in Malfoy's dangeon!
Harry and Ginny finally maneged to stand up and Harry remembered that he revealed to her that his bladder was full, but he hoped she thought that was just a way to say or that of course, he was in pain only when squized like that. He regained controll and he could show a perfectly steady standing.
"What are we going to do now?" said Ron worried
"we shouldn't have gone out, Lupin told us so.. we are in great danger now!" said Hermione
Harry was silent and thinking what to do, Ginny was followin him dragged around the room.
The Room had stone walls, big creepy paintings all over the walls but it was big enough to give Harry the hope to find a bathroom there.
Harry checked all the doors but they where all locked, then he thought:
even if there was a bathroom how could I go with Ginny tied to my hands!
It was so aqward walking around tied to each other that way. They all sat on a high stone stair that was just like a huge unconfortable sofa, thinking about what to do.
Harry was forced to sit very close to Ginny, their thighs where touching and he was desperatly trying not to fidget or squirm, afraid that Ginny would notice right away. He was felling very uncomfortable, he couldn't help bouncing his leg slightly (the one far away from Ginny) up and down hoping that it wasn't revealing his predicament.
"I'm sure somene will come rescue us soon" she whispered to Harry. He blushed thinking he was supposed to be the one to rescue her and his friends...
A sudden "zap!" cached their attention
Draco and Bellatrix appeared in the room
...to be continued
Edited February 5, 2012 by Ranma23
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I'm not sure if this is good or not, so please tell what you think! It's not exactly my first fanfiction, but it's the first one i've posted on here.
Harry Potter shifted in his seat for the third time in his Transfiguration class. He was cursing his stupidity of not going before class. They were only 15 minutes into the lesson and Harry sincerely hoped he could hold it until the end of class.
Twenty minutes later Harry was barely able to focus on what McGonagall was saying. The pressure in his abdomen seemed to be almost constantly building, making him squirm and cross his legs tightly. Hermione, who was sitting on his left, looked at him questionably.
"Are you all right?" she whispered, the concern evident in her voice.
"I'm fine." lied Harry. She looked unconvinced but turned back to McGonagall anyway. Harry bit his lip slightly, resisting the urge to grab his crotch. His bladder felt as if it were about to burst. He thought about asking McGonagall if he could go, but knew the answer would be no. She never let anyone leave her classroom. He bit back a whimper as he felt a spurt leak out, damping his boxers. He grabbed his crotch as discreetly as he could in an attempt to not wet himself in the middle of class. He only had ten minutes left. He could do it. At least, he hoped so.
Two minutes till class was over, and Harry almost knew for sure he wouldn't make it. The only thing stopping him from wetting right there and then was his hand clutching himself tightly. He squirmed more, willing himself to hold on. He saw Ron and Hermione glance at him questionably a few times. He bit his lip harder as a longer spurt escaped from his body. There was a small wet spot the size of a galleon on his trousers.
The class was dismissed and he gathered his stuff quickly, keeping his legs crossed tightly. He felt another spurt come out and he gave up trying to stand. He knew the moment he stood up he would lose all control. He noticed the only people left in the room were Ron, Hermione, and Professor McGonagall. "Mr. Potter, are you alright?" McGonagall asked. She could see the boy was obviously in some sort of distress and his body was quite tense.
"I'm fine." lied Harry softly, knowing all to well he was far from fine. Ron and Hermione had stood with their stuff an were both giving him questionable looks.
"Mate, you don't look fine." stated Ron. Harry didn't answer though, he only gasped as a painful spasm ran through his bladder, causing him to clutch himself tightly and squirm even more heavily to stop from losing it all. This movement made all three of the other occupants of the room realize Harry's predicament. Hermione an Ron both looked at Harry sympathetically, not knowing what they could do as their friend squirmed desperately in front of them.
McGonagall felt bad for the poor boy, wondering why he hadn't spoken up about his need during class. Oh well, that couldn't be helped now. She walked over to the raven haired child that was squirming with his face contorted in pain, and bent down to his level.
"Harry, come on you can make it, just stand up alright?" she said softly, feeling her heart ache for the boy.
Harry whimpered slightly as his bladder pulsed. "I-I don't think I can." he whispered mortifiedly. He tensed his body up even more as his bladder started to give. But, no matter how hard he held himself or how much he squirmed, he was losing the battle.
McGonagall could see the pain and panic in his eyes, an felt even worse for the little lion.
"It's alright, you can do it." she urged, although she wasn't sure he could stand, let alone make it to a bathroom. Hermione and Ron were both watching the scene in horror, feeling bad for their friend.
Harry just shook his head, unable to concentrate enough to form words. He knew he couldn't stand as the wet patch on his pants started to grow around his fingers. His aching bladder was releasing. He could do nothing to stop the flood that slowly started to seep onto the chair, dribbling onto the floor. It was like a dam had been released as the urine poured out of him and his body sagged in relief. "Im sorry." he whimpered as the floor under the chair began to have a puddle form on it as the urine flowed off the chair like a waterfall.
McGonagall stepped back slightly to avoid the puddle but was wearing a look of compassion. She could only imagine how mortified he was. She waited until the flow stopped coming from Harry before taking her wand and swiftly cleaning up the mess. She turned to look at the other two teenagers in the room and gestured for them to leave, knowing Harry probably wouldn't want them there at the moment. They both hesitated before leaving.
Harry felt his face burn in embarrassment as he finished an the mess was cleaned up.
"Come with me to my office." McGonagall said softly, reaching out a hand to the boy. Harry nodded slightly and took the professors hand, looking down at the floor in embarrassment as he stood. He walked with McGonagall to her office and sat in the chair she steered him too.
McGonagall got some tea quickly and handed him a cup before taking one for herself. She waited a minute before speaking.
"Harry, you do not have to worry about anyone else finding out about this incident, I assure you." she stated, not wanting him to worry.
"Thank you professor." he said quietly, although you could hear the gratefulness in his voice.
"But also, don't ever be afraid to ask to leave class to use the bathroom. Im sure you dont want another incident like this." she said softly, yet firmly.
"Yes professor." he said, planning on takin the women's advice.
They sat and drank their tea for a couple more minutes before McGonagall let a not so embarrassed anymore Harry leave with a note for being late to his next class. Harry headed off to class, thankful the incident was over. |
I struggled against my straight jacket violently. I rammed into the foam walls trying to get the restraint off of me only to fall onto my butt. I struggled to get on to my knees. I took a moment to breath as my golden locks fell in front of my face. I sighed thinking of giving in.
I wasn’t crazy or anything, just… powerful. I had the ability of telekinesis. The straight jacket was a major inconvenience none the less. I hadn’t mastered the psychic power, thus I needed hand motions to levitate anything heavy, or launch stuff with a lot of force. I tried to unlock the straight jacket with telekinesis like I’ve tried to do several times, unfortunately the lock was too complicated to work without seeing it.
“Good job Annie,” I muttered as my bladder began to fill up. I sighed as managed to sit cross legged. I’ve spent the past month in this high security insane asylum in the lethal ward. I’ve barely managed to keep my healthy, and beautiful hour glass figure with the small amounts of prison food they give us. But I quit worrying about growing skinny, my new fear was never getting out.
I bit my lip as I felt the urine fill up in my bladder. “I hate my bladder infection.” I sobbed. I fidgeted desperately as struggled ferociously. I’ve soiled myself hundreds of times since I’ve been here, only one bathroom break a day will do that too anyone, but each time I got the urge I always fought it till the last second.
Suddenly I heard an electric beep as a tray of food came through deposit box in the wall, under a large two way mirror. I crawled over to it and mustered up as much of my telekinetic powers as possible to feed myself before setting the tray back into the box.
I shut my eyes tightly and waited as the urine swirled in my bladder, increasing slowly and painfully. Finally I faintly heard someone approach my cell. I focused intently on the figure approaching, mostly just sizing up an imaginary silhouette until I heard the beep as the box began to open. I focused intently on a set of keys flying into the box.
It could be futile, I was banking on the fact whoever was out there even carried the key to my straight jacket with them. Fortunately I heard the jangle of keys fall into the box. I needed to act fast. I used my ability to pry open the box, it was difficult without using motions but it worked. I quickly set to work on using each key to unlock all till one worked. Finally the straight jacket was opened.
I broke free just as the guard burst through the door. I dodged his knight stick and flick my wrist at the wall. He was launched into it at an intense speed. I instantly knocked him unconscious. I quickly took his knight stick and his uniform leaving him in his boxers and a wife beater. I quickly dressed into the uniform
Sighing, I used the mirror to size me up. The dull grey outfit was obviously too big, and my long hair fell to my mid back. I groaned as I tried to stuff my hair into the hat, and decided to just go and hope no one would look to closely. Suddenly I remembered my bladder as it pounded into my lower abdomen.
I groaned and jogged out into the hall, I turned more corners, and took more hallways than I could remember till finally I found myself at the supplies closet.
“Not exactly where I was going, but this could be helpful.” I muttered to myself and walked in shutting the door behind myself. I found a duffel bag and started stuffing supplies into it, prison brand water bottles, peanut butter, cereal, chips, bread add even a couple packs of prison gum which I didn’t think even existed.
Suddenly another wave of desperation hit as I started zipping up the bag, sending me into a fidgeting frenzy. Eventually I regain control and took off running till I somehow emerged outside. I started dancing in place trying to keep my bladder from exploding. I moaned softly as gazed across the grounds, they seemed empty enough, but the exit would be on the other side, and then there was the question on how I would sneak out it.
I took off in a run, shoving one hand into my crotch. Obviously my gait was embarrassing but so long as it got me out of the asylum. Suddenly as I skirted around the building, careful to avoid the occasional security guard I saw the exit. It was around a hundred yards away. Suddenly a blaring alarm went off. I gasped as it startled a spurt of urine out of me. I felt it dampen my panties thoroughly.
Suddenly spot lights lit up and the previously nearly empty courtyard was teeming with guards. I groaned as I took refuge between to bushed as they spread out. It was dark, I would have to use that too my advantage. As the guards shone their flash lights all around them thoughts of escape practically died in my mind. Unless…
I saw a lone guard in the distance, I sighed, it would be a long stretch but it would have to work. I focused all my strength into slamming him in the ground silently. He fell into an unconscious heap without so much as a yelp. Next step. I drew his flash light towards me. Success!
I took a deep breath as more urine threatened to burst out. “One problem at a time.” I muttered. Quickly re-clicking the flash light on, I tried to make my way casually towards the exit, careful to keep my distance from the spot light and the guards, maybe the dark concealed my poorly improvised disguise, but the blindingly bright spot light wouldn’t.
“AY, over here, we’ve got a casualty.” My eyes widened as a guard called out behind me.
No time for stealth. I decided as the guards all took off to check out the body except two at the gate. One of the search lights ran a few meters away from. I took another breath, withdrew my hand from my crotch and took off in a run for the gate. The guards noticed me and just as they pulled out two stun guns I sent them flying.
Then brightness, the search light shone on me, revealing my sad costume. Disoriented I tried to run blind. I stumbled over the gate letting out a stream of urine down my leg but managed my way out. Finally in an all-out run I took off down the dirt road, my vision slowly came back. I felt a small stream of hot urine trickle down my right thigh but I ignored it as I jumped behind a couple bushes. I gazed out barely making out the patrol of guards behind my epidemic of eye floaters.
I saw some come over to inspect the woods I was taking cover in. I took off in another sprint in the other direction. I kept running till my legs and lungs gave out and nearly my bladder. I leaned against a tree for a moment. I took my time getting my breath back.
I paused for a moment and considered peeing here, I already left a plate sized stain on the butt of the uniform, it would only get worse. I hesitated as I started to reach to take off the pants when a light protruded through the foliage. I groaned as I shoved my hand into my clit and took off once again, finally emerging through the woods onto the dirt road again I took off running till I saw a sign that read: ‘Asylum 3 miles’. I smiled. I already got three miles away. Still, it wasn’t far enough
I took off in a mixture of running, jogging, fast walking, whatever it took to get away as fast as possible. Finally I found myself an hour later walking down an empty paved street, both hands now in my crotch, shaking and nearly crying as a small amount of urine started to dribble down my leg.
I began to whimper as a harsh stabbing pain emitted from my bladder as I practically hopped forward keeping my legs crossed as tightly as possible. Finally the pain in my bladder was too much to handle and I found myself doubled over feeling the intense need to pee. I stood completely immobilized both hands stuffed into my crotch and then I gasped.
Suddenly my bladder gave out altogether. I moaned as hot pee started to stream around my legs, warming the back of my legs as is soaked the baggy uniform. I kept my hands firmly in place as I tried to desperately stop the flow but it was futile. The urine kept flowing as it started to fill the uniform boots slightly. The stream started to trickle out of the uniform as it drizzled down onto the ground around me.
I trembled violently as I kept to my stubbornness and stop the flow but it soaked the pants anyway. The stream ran the length of my inner things as it made sure to darken every inch of the uniform I ‘borrowed’. I shoved my hands deeper into my crotch only two have the hot pee trickle between my finger tips and splash onto the asphalt below. Finally I stopped the flow prematurely for a moment. I sighed. Then standing there still needing to pee already soaked and still stuck in place I groaned as I uncrossed my legs stood up straight and just let go.
The hot urine practically raced down my fit legs behind the uniform, as it slithered into the boots and pooled around my feet I moaned in relief. The flow had increased and moved faster as a stream sprayed the ground and caused a puddle the size of a couch cushion to develop between my boots. I just stood there bitterly as the urine finally started to slow still the hot urine streamed down my leg a little longer before slowing to a warm dribble.
Finally I stood there on the empty street soaked and embarrassed. Urine dripped from my legs and I stifled back a sob. I grudgingly stripped from the uniform into my prison issued clothes, unlike the orange jumpsuits from cartoons I had spent the past couple of months dressed in a white sofee and a white tank top. I shivered as I tossed the boots and uniform pants and shirt into the side of the street. So there I stood in a white sofee stained yellow from urine on the butt and crotch area and a thin white tank top when it rained.
“Of course.” I muttered angrily. Picking up the duffle bag I walked bare foot through the streets.
To be continued.....
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A couple hours later I found myself still alone except for the occasional car, passing me up despite my hitch-hiking attempts. Finally the rain settled down but I still felt cold and embarrassed. I groaned bitterly as I trembled through the dark streets. Suddenly I saw head lights approaching from behind me. I turned around and desperately stuck my thumb out.
My heart practically skipped a beat when the car slowed to a stop. The window rolled down and I saw the face of a man in his mid-twenties, handsome, with dark hair and dark eyes and the start of a goatee.
“Where ya heading too?” He asked politely.
“Anywhere that away” I said gesturing towards the area I was previously heading.
“You’re in luck that’s just where I’m heading. Get in.” He smiled kindly.
Over joyed I ran to the passenger side and hopped in. I smiled widely as I stepped in. “Thanks a bunch.” I said enthusiastically. “Sorry if I get your seat wet.” I apologized as a follow up statement.
“It’s ok I can get it cleaned.” He said. “Any specific area you’re heading.”
“No.” I admitted solemnly.
“So run away or prison break?”
For a second my heart raced till I realized he was teasing. “Is it running away if you’re eighteen?” I asked.
“Suppose not… Do you have any clothes or money in the duffle bag?” He asked. I shook my head dumbly. “Figured not, it would be rather dumb a gorgeous girl like you only wearing clothes like that getting picked up by a stranger.” He said solemnly.
My fear peaked as I grasped the door handle slightly.
“Relax; I’m just messing with you. I’m married, but tell ya what I’m heading two cities down, along the way I’ll buy you two changes of clothes a hot meal and give you a couple bucks to stay in a hotel for a few nights, but that’s the best I can do.”
“No, that’s great, honestly you don’t have to do that. Seriously. Honestly this can’t be real, the chances of getting picked up by a guy like you.” I gushed. I was over joyed; for once something was going my way.
A half hour later we were pulling up towards goodwill. “Are you sure you want to do this for me?” I asked.
“Look the odds of you meeting someone like me are pretty rare, but honestly I’d like to think of myself as a philanthropist. Besides I make a ton of money from my job, it’s no big deal.”
“Thanks.” I muttered stunned from joy.
“You’re welcome miss…” He trailed off.
“I’m Annie M-” I caught myself. “McNamara.” I lied.
“Well miss McNamara I’m Jonathon Allen.” He said. “Now let’s see about getting you some new clothes.”
“Thank you so much.” I enthused. As he opened his door to get out and the dome light shone he noticed the pee stains on my shorts for the first time.
“Uh, here wrap my jacket around your waist.” He offered.
“Thanks again.” I muttered embarrassed.
“No problem.” He smiled.
I awkwardly got out as my clothes were still damp and made my way into goodwill. I noticed the cashier acknowledge my odd clothing style with a wrinkle of her nose.
“Go look around I’ll be here.” He muttered kindly.
“Thanks.” I walked over to the jean aisles and found the size seven sections. I browsed them thoroughly; if I was going to wear second-hand clothes they were going to look great. I grinned widely as I found dark blue skinny jeans in my size. “Perfect.”
After that I found a royal blue blouse, black leggings, a black mini-skirt a white, a black spaghetti top with a colorful design and even black and white polka dotted flats. I managed to find a single pair of black, peds socks that basically just cover the bottom of your heal and toes. The one thing I would not buy second hand was under wear.
I headed to check out and as I got there my heart fell. John was gone. I felt tears on the verge of falling out.
“Hey, I found you this.” John said as he appeared behind me with a hot pink jacket. I looked at him amazed. “You’ve been crying?” He asked.
“I thought you left me for a moment.” I almost sobbed.
“Look I’m here so let’s check out and get on our way.” He smiled. He led me to the dressing room where he told me to change into the clothes while he would pay for it. I couldn’t believe my luck, everything was falling into place for once. For then. I struggled to get into my skinny jeans and then pulled over my royal blue blouse. Finally I put on the socks which stretched to the limit and barely hung onto my feet and then slid my feet into the flats.
I walked out to find Jonathon greeting me with the goodwill bag. “Let’s go.” He said and took me back to the car. The next stop was a burger joints drive thru. He ordered me a large order of fries, coke and spicy chicken sandwich. I gobbled it down greedily and he ate his own food quickly as well. It wasn’t a five star dinner, but compared to the prison food it tasted like it.
After that we drove making pointless small talk till we reached the next city. He drove me to the nearest hotel. “Is this good?” He asked.
“Yeah.” I lied. It was too close to the Asylum.
“Ok, well good-bye maybe we will see each other again someday.” He said as he handed me a couple hundred dollar bills.
“And if we do I swear I’ll pay you back.” I said as I grabbed my spare clothes and duffel bag. “Good-bye and thanks for everything.” I said. He waited in his car, to see I got to go into the hotel I guess. I walked into the front door and waited. Sure enough he drove away. I sighed bitterly as I started back outside.
“Miss you’re not staying?” a bell hop asked.
“No I guess not.” I said as I headed back outside. Not for the first time I was completely on my own. I started back down the streets away from the city. Soon I was on long stretches of roads again trying to get as far away as possible.
I sighed bitterly as I walked on for ages, no one else picked me up. I guess I used up the rest of my luck with Jonathon. I trudged on growing weary. I couldn’t seem to keep walking. I groaned as fell onto my butt fatigued.
I sat there for the longest time regaining my strength and I felt the coke begin to fill up my bladder slightly. I groaned at the thought of wetting myself again in one night so I got up and began to run. I ran until my lungs nearly burst and I found myself passing up another town. “Next one over.” I promised myself.
I was surprised my feet didn’t trail blood after all the endless walking, they certainly felt sore enough to bleed. I grumbled my whole way down the road as my bladder seemed to keep filling up as I walked and walked for what seemed like ages. Finally as I nearly began to faint I came to another city.
I smiled half-heartedly and took off in a jog. As I entered the town only a few cars drove down the streets. I allowed myself to stick my hand into my crotch with the little privacy I got. I walked at an awkward gait as I walked down a dark street to get to the main streets. I shuffled my feet and kept my legs crossed tightly.
Suddenly I felt myself shoved up against a light post. Startled I quivered and felt warmth fill my legs. I stared wide eyed at a shady looking man. And the blade in his hand close to my face. Suddenly I became aware of the pee running down my leg. It soaked my skinny jeans instantly as the hot pee ran the length of my legs, I heard it splash the ground around me and puddle around me.
Finally I regained control and heard the muggers threat. “Money or sex. Your choice.”
My eyes narrowed and I flicked my wrist to the left, his blade flew to the ground. Then I flicked my wrist forward. I saw the mugger fly. Then I flicked my wrist to the right and saw him smash into a house. And then I cried. I managed to pee myself twice in one night. I staggered forward awkwardly accompanied by a squelch like sound of my soaked shoes walking down the street.
Ok so this chapter may seem a little rushed, overly convienent and cliche and I'll admit this fear wetting sucked, but this installment and the next will be the worst part of the story, however it will improve so bear with me, and if the wettings feel forced its because I'm trying to compensate for the lameness of these two chapters |
So I decided to split this installment into two parts since it would other wise take a while, however the next part of the story is the last of the good luck for Annie and the end of her being alone so get ready for the story to start getting interesting:)
I jogged down the street to find a hotel. I noticed the unconscious body of the mugger and grinned. I kept myself and stride and found my way into the main areas of town. I noticed a 24 hour laundry mat and had an idea. I strolled in awkwardly and saw a couple people washing their clothes with little regard to the girl in pee soaked jeans.
I made my way too the bathroom where I stripped off my panties, jeans and socks. I bundled them up as I slipped on the black legging and mini skirt. I hesitantly stepped back into my pee soaked shoes and shivered in disgust from the sliminess of the feel. I proceeded to then wash the clothes. I allowed myself to slouch on the chairs while my clothes were in the machine and I felt myself begin to doze off.
Suddenly I was in a gladiator arena only in my underwear. I sat up disoriented to hear the sound of a crowd cheering around me. I looked around dazed and noticed a giant tunnel dark with shadows. I felt an ominous aura emit from it. I trembled slightly. None the less I stepped forward albeit with delayed hesitance. With each step I felt more and more scared. Each step sent a wave of terror in my system.
I felt my knees start to buckle as a ferocious roar rang out from the cave. I trembled forward with an awkward gait as my legs threatened to give out as the shook. I felt goose bumps begin to rise up along my arms. Half way across the arena I considered stopping and going back but I realized that wasn’t any option so I started forward. After a while I became conscious of my bare feet treading across something smooth and hard. I glanced down to see I was walking on bones. I gasped loudly and allowed myself to shudder.
I swallowed and headed forward. Finally I was about twenty feet from the tunnel and my fear was at an all-time high. My pulse was racing and my legs were shaking so violently it was almost comical. I almost felt myself collapse. I was practically immobilized as I stared at the tunnel. I was completely petrified except my violent trembling as another roar sounded I suddenly needed to use the bathroom. I tried to run but my legs were glued to the spot.
I heard it approach and I felt myself begin to cry in fear. I managed to take one step back slowly but my legs felt like vibrating led. I couldn’t seem to move anymore and I begin to sob slightly. Then I saw a huge silhouette at the edge of the shadows and I leaned back. Suddenly It leapt out into the light.
A huge black abomination stood before me. It stayed mostly on its hind legs but its forearms stretched so far down his razor sharp claws scraped eerily across the bones. It looked like dried tar, with ruts and holes on its body. It was gigantic and had large, almost cliché, bat wings hanging behind it with tears throughout the wings flesh.
What looked like a ten foot long, chair leg thick needle protruded from its wrists hovered a couple feet about the ground and its face was like a charred, deformed skull, with giant thorn like bumps protruding out and bull like horns sticking out. One eye hole had a bloody eye ball and eye lids that closed side to side and the other was empty.
I just stood there whimpering my body convulsing erratically. I noticed the hot streams of pee spurted out in rapid short bursts. I noticed my panties become damp instantly. I barely noticed the hot stream of pee run down my thigh and seemingly stop at the back of my knee. I noticed a few streams of pee cascade to the ground and splash onto the bones puddling somehow around my feet.
The spurts kept occurring violently pushing through my clit into my panties and around my legs. It seemed like the pee floated around the back of my thighs and accumulate only to stream to the ground. My lap grew hot from being covered in pee and the spurts lengthened and became closer together.
Finally with one more tremble my bladder exploded all together and a large stream of urine soaked my crotch and shot across the front of my thighs and then puddle around my butt in midair. I felt the warmth of the urine just stay there before spilling to the ground below, the hot urine flow eventually stopped as I managed one shrill scream as the monster leapt at me.
“Miss, wake up!” I heard someone shake me awake. I looked around dazed and saw a middle aged woman in front of my face. “You slept all night and… you had an accident.”
I looked down instantly and noticed the warm pee puddle I was sitting in on my chair, and the one that had spilled off my chair onto the floor. “Oh god! I’m so sorry! Oh no!” I felt my lip begin to quiver and my face turn scarlet. I was mortified.
It’s ok miss, I put your clothes in the dryer so just change into them and wash your skirt and legging.” She said kindly.
Thank you,” I nodded my head.
“You’re welcome, but I need to money for the dryer.”
I nodded my head absently and paid her back as I took my clothes bag into the bathroom and changed into the jeans and spaghetti top, and put on the freshly cleaned panties. I inspected the damage on the sofee, it still had a slight pee stain but for now it was fine.
“Ok, look Annie.” I said to myself as I looked in the mirror. “Constantly peeing yourself at the asylum has weakened your bladder more than it already was. You can’t afford to keep having accidents, so start acting like the eighteen year old girl you are!” I said sternly before walking out to put my skirt and legging in the wash and even my blouse which had gotten damp from pee.
I then turned to face the clock to see it was already four PM! I walked over to the worker who awoke me in the first place. She was cleaning the urine from the seat I slept in. “You let me sleep here till four in the evening?” I asked stunned.
She shook her head. “I just got here, me and my husband own this laundry mat but it isn’t our main occupation.” She explained.
“Ok, well thanks.” I muttered as I sat down a few seats away and I felt my lip quiver again and my eyes begin to tear up. No, I’m tired of crying all the time, prison is supposed to toughen me up not make me a cry baby! I thought to myself bitterly, I felt a tear stream out but I wiped my eyes and regained control.
I started thinking of my nightmare a little reluctantly. The monster had been in my nightmares since my time at the asylum, every single night. I felt myself get angry at the thought of my fear, my constant peeing, my chronic pee accidents and I was furious I wanted to grow up. I gritted my teeth and wanted to hurt something.
“You can leave and come back later and I’ll have your clothes ready. Just give me the money and head off to eat if you want to.”
“Thank you.” I said handing her some money before leaving. I couldn’t believe how childish I was getting. I decided to head out and get some food before looking for a hotel. |
I decided to head out and get some food before looking for a hotel. I walked for a couple minutes, my body sore from sleeping in the chair, before coming upon another burger joint. I strolled in and bought a meal similar to the one Jonathon had purchased me the night before. I quickly gobbled it down and remembered to head to the restroom before looking for a hotel.
I must have strolled the town for several hours before I grudgingly asked for directions to the nearest hotel.
“Excuse me, ma’am do you know where the nearest hotel is?” I asked politely.
“Not till the next town.” A middle aged woman replied.
“Well thanks anyways.” I smiled and walked away. “Great.” I groaned. “No hotel, might as well get further away than… still so close to the asylum.
I grumbled to myself the whole way back till I got to the laundry mat and retrieved my clothing gratefully. Then I left the town again and my mind began to drift to my old life.
My mom, my dad, my loser little brother and my best friend, I began to feel my tears stream down my face. This time I let them flow, it didn’t help or change anything but it almost felt better to cry over losing my family, over losing my life, over losing my… boyfriend.
I felt strong hands grip me from behind and someone kiss me on the cheek. “Hello beautiful.” My boyfriend greeted me warmly.
I turned around to face him, he was tall, light hair green eyes and a fair tan. “Hello handsome.” I greeted back and kissed him.
“So what did you want to show me.” He asked enthusiastically.
“Hold on.” I said and I face the can of soda on the picnic table in front of me and I hesitated. “Promise not to think I’m a freak.” I demanded shyly.
“Of course I won’t.” He kissed me again.
I sighed and caused the soda can to levitate.
“What the hell are you doing?” He cried as he stepped away from me.
“This is the thing I told you about.” I cried.
“You-you’re a freak! Get away from me!” He screamed and ran away.
I sat there stunned… that was our two year anniversary of going out… a month before he called the asylum to get me.
I found myself on my knees crying next to the highway in mourning.
Once again I was walking along an empty street in the middle of nowhere with my feet aching almost as much as my broken heart as the shock of everything was dissipating leaving me utterly depressed. I fought the urge to cry this time and kept walking in bitter disappointment. I’ve passed about thirteen cities in an illogical attempt to get away from the asylum any one of them would have done but I wanted to get as far away as possible.
I sighed to myself as I saw a sign for the next exit to some city. “So should I finally stop or keep going?” I asked myself. MY stomach grumbled. “Looks like it’s time to stop.” I sighed almost in relief besides I felt my bladder getting full. I started down the exit as a couple cars passed me by. I decided it would be best if I stopped hitchhiking so I just strolled on despite my feet going so sore I worried they might fall off.
It turns out the exit road led further than I thought as I began to flinch each time my overly sore feet touched the ground. For once I was more worried about my feet than my bladder as I limped down the road towards the growing glow of the city lights. I whimpered with each step as the mixture of my pounding bladder, sore feet and my empty stomach, I thought I was going to faint from the emptiness in my stomach.
I finally staggered into the city limits and heard the church bells ring in the distance signaling three in the morning. It was around then I realized my fatigue and wondered what kind of restaurant would be open at this time of night. Then I noticed the 24 hour burger joint.
“All this junk food is definitely going to kill me.” I muttered to myself as I managed to limp through the doors and was stunned to see a line of people actually up at this time, albeit it was only three. I got in line and felt my bladder pang. I whimpered slightly and decided to go to the restroom only to find it out of order.
I groaned loudly and considered finding a bathroom elsewhere but it was useless there wouldn’t be anywhere to go so I sidled back to the line. One of the customers sat back but there were still two other people. I began to squirm in place as my bladder threatened to burst there and then, and my feet threatened to give out and my stomach was killing me. I allowed myself to draw embarrassment to myself and shove my hand into my clit forcefully. I whimpered softly as I shuffled forward.
Finally it was my turn and the worker gave me a weird look as I squirmed wildly with one hand deep in my crotch. “A cheeseburger, medium coke and fries.” I gasped out awkwardly. I paid the amount and leaned against the wall off to the side as I waited for my food. I hated myself for getting into these situations all the time.
Finally my order came up and I took my tray of food to the furthest corner away from the other late night diners. I tried to eat my food without any soda but I felt a thick feeling in my throat from lack of soda.
I whined slightly as I took the cup up to the soda fountain and turned on the coke nozzle. As the cola gushed into the cup my bladder practically pierced my abdomen causing myself to fidget so wildly I almost spilled my soda. I felt a small trickle of urine dribble into my panties and I forced my left hand into my clit so hard I thought I would cut it and shuffled my feet towards my seat with my legs crossed tightly.
I sat down and proceeded to eat my food in pure agony as tears brimmed my eyes. Each sip of soda I only took when necessary caused a small spurt to leak into my panties. I felt them begin to grow uncomfortably moist as I was half way finished with my burger and every few minutes I would glare at the bathroom door.
I reluctantly grabbed the soda bottle my hand quivering and drew it in for a sip. My bladder panged once again and it felt like white hot daggers were stabbing my abdomen and I felt my urethra burn as I tried to plug it with my finger tips only to have a spurt trickle over it through the panties. I gasped but managed to hold control as I managed to finish my sandwich and fries and I tried for one last drink when it burst. My bladder hurt worse than ever and my urethra pulsed with agony and a long spurt spilled into my panties and dribbled down my hand and left a half dollar sized stain on my skinny jeans. I gasped and tried to regain control when I felt my bladder sear in agony and explode then and there.
A long stream soaked my panties thoroughly and spilled across my hand and left a softball sized stain on my crotch. I gasped painfully as another stream spilled out and ran along my thighs and puddled around my butt. The hot stream of urine soaked my lap and left a dark stain. I moaned louder than I intended and the stream splashed around my finger still in place and puddled around my ass. I moaned as I felt my abdomen contract and sent another spurt around me pooling on the seat.
I moaned once more attempting to stop the flow but the hot pee just trickled around my finger and completely soaked my jeans. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I moaned as I finally gave up and moved my finger away, my bladder completely exploding. A jet or urine shot across my leg and my pants leg seemed to wave and quiver where the urine streamed along my leg and started to trickle down my calf from my single chair. The hot puddle of urine on my seat began to cascade to the ground.
Its splash seemed deafening as it spilled onto the ground in large steams building up a large puddle beneath me. I moaned as the pee continued to gush around me and stream to the ground below, the hot pee soaked both my lap and the back of my thighs. Occasionally a jet of urine shot along my thighs and flowed down my calves and flowed down before spilling out around my ankle and adding to the already large puddle of urine.
The urine kept gushing under my butt and I was petrified by embarrassment in place as the urine continuously spread out around my seat, warming my butt and thighs before drizzling to the ground in long, hot streams of urine that continued flowing from my burning urethra as it streamed along my thighs for a short time. I moaned again in relief as the hot urine continued to pour out on my seat and caused my pants to wave from the hot pee.
I sat there both aroused and mortified, my mind leaning more towards the latter than the former. The urine flow continued to burst from my urethra and completely soak the chair before splattering to the ground below while all I could do was gape in humiliated horror. The hot pee ran along my leg and began to stream down my calves again, being sure to soak my flats once again before once again cascading to the floor.
Finally the flow began to slow to a dribble as it spilled to the floor in smaller and smaller streams it slowed to a trickle as it splashed to the puddle around my chair and I sat there in a daze with tears streaming down my face. The urine floor finally stopped as the puddle just dripped to the floor leaving me soaked. I allowed myself to cry as I jumped out of my seat and ran out the door leaving the puddle on my seat.
A little urine ran down my legs as I grabbed my bags and ran past the crowd of people who had gathered around to see me. I fled from the restaurant in tears as I ran into the cold air and continued to run with my legs saturated in warm urine that was beginning to cool as I fled from the scene accompanied by the familiar squelch of my shoes as I sprinted along bringing agony to my sore feet.
I finally stopped as I found myself walking down what looked like a rich neighborhood. I shuddered to myself as I walked along the eerily quiet street at the late hours wondering how I had gotten here in my hysterical state. I shivered from the coldness of the drenched jeans. I trudged along till I heard someone cry out.
“Hey you!” A boy’s voice called out. I turned around to see a boy sitting on the first story roof outside his second story window. “What are you doing out this late.” He asked.
“I…uh… do you know where a hotel is around here?” I asked awkwardly glad he couldn’t see my pee stained jeans.
“Not a good one.”
“I’ll take anything. I’m desperate.”
“I… tell you what… this is gonna seem like a sitcom cliché but…” He started before athletically vaulting of the roof with animal like grace before landing before me. I stepped back slightly but he already noticed the soaked jeans still dripping with cold urine. “Uhm, if you can climb up quietly you can stay here for the night then I’ll help you figure things out tomorrow after high school.” He said kindly ignoring my embarrassing situation.
“Uhm…”
“Look you can sleep in my closet or something it will be better than staying at the rat shack you’re looking for, besides you’re desperate remember?” He said smoothly.
“Ok.” I gave in meekly as he showed me away up. I watched him amazed as he climbed the make-shift foot holds with expert precision. As he stood next to his window he looked downwards at me. “Now you try.”
I struggled up the footholds using a mixture of my little muscle power and telekinesis to keep me going up without falling on my butt. I managed to shove myself onto the roof and follow him into the window giving him a clear view of my urine soaked jeans.
“Uh, got any clothes in those bags you left down there?” He asked.
“Yes.” I groaned as I started to go back down to the street. However he bounded past me and retrieved them before quickly scaling back up. “Thanks.” I muttered humiliated.
“No problem, let me show you your room.” He said mimicking a bell hop as he lead me to his large walk in closet it. It ran the entire length of his huge room and was a quarter as wide. I gasped. The wall to the right had a large book case while the back wall hung a bunch of shirts and the front wall had a series of shelves holding jeans, old board games, video games, movies and an air mattress.
He quickly set up the air mattress for me and brought in some extra blankets and pillows for me. “Here you can sleep in here tonight and stay in here while I’m at school. I won’t ask any questions because I doubt you would want to answer them… tomorrow stay here till about one when my mom will leave the house for work, my dad is on a business trip so you will have free reign to eat and wash your clothes till I get back at three then we will see about getting you to a decent hotel.” He sai politely.
“Thank you so much.” I breathed amazed.
“No problem, just don’t murder me in my sleep and I’ll call it even. Besides how can I let a beautiful girl like you wander the streets out there?” He asked before leaving me to my own devices.
I quickly peeled off the pee soaked skinny jeans, a struggle all their own and the black spaghetti top and my panties as I put on my white and yellow stained sofee and decided to just sleep in my bra for the night and collapsed onto the air mattress my extremely sore body passing out instantly.
There you go, my plans got cancelled today so I decided to finish this installment now instead of next week like i planned to. So the next installment is what I'm looking forward to when things get interesting and I will space out the wettings a little more so it doens't seemed so forced and pathetic. |
It seemed like only a few moments after my eyes shut the boy shook me awake excited. My eyes fluttered open lazily as I looked at him in a dreamy daze.
“Ok now its time for questions!” He cried.
“What? Why?” I sat up confused the blankets falling off me revealing my bra. I yanked the blankets backed up instantly. And faced him again.
“I was walking in here to get a shirt and noticed… You were freaking floating!” He cried.
“Oh uh… look I kinda have this secret… I’m telekinetic.” I muttered defeated. “And if you tell anyone,” I started, my voice starting to sound intimidating as I faced him. However he cut me off with a simple trick.
He held out his right hand and suddenly his palm combusted into a bright orange flame which began to float and make different patterns before extinguishing. “I’ve never met anyone like me before…” He trailed off in awe.
“Time to tell me why your running away… and your name.” He said narrowing his eyes.
“Well I’m Annie.” I started then proceeded to tell him my story. While I told it he got dressed and ready for school all the while listening to me. Finally I finished my tale as his mom called him.
“Wow that’s… awful… but look I’ve got to go… oh I’m Isaac.” He said as he started to leave the room.
“Wait where is your bathroom.” I asked trying to sound nonchalant.
“Down the hall third door on the right… but you can’t use it till my mom goes to work.” He commanded.
“Alright.” I sighed and he shut the closet door behind him. I sat there for a moment already bored. I grabbed a water bottle from my duffle bag and quickly downed it and then had a peanut butter sandwich which I washed down with half another water bottle before I felt myself growing tired again and I fell back asleep.
I stumbled my way through a maze, continuously running into dead ends and I heard the low growl of the monster of my nightmares somewhere within the maze. I trembled with fear as I ran, trying to escape the maze before the beast found me. Every five seconds I seemed to turn into a dead end, every ten seconds the beast would growl, each time a little closer.
Adrenaline filled my body as I forced myself forward. I continued to run despite how futile it was, as often as I ran into a dead end and as fast as the monster was that began to close in there was no way I could escape the maze. I kept running nonstop, hoping to escape the inevitable so I ran and ran for what seemed like forever, never growing tired.
I began to grow terrified as I ran into a dead end as I heard the best growl obviously no more than a few turns away from me. I tried to see it over the walls, but the barricades rose even taller than my fear. I backed out and continued running only to run into my last dead end.
I turned around and there stood my biggest fear. The monster from my previous nightmare growled loudly and pounced at me causing me to lose control of my bladder.
I awoke with a start and instantly realized I had wet the bed. I removed the blanket to find myself in a small puddle, my butt was completely soaked however I still desperately needed to go to the bathroom. I began to walk out the door when I heard Isaac’s mom downstairs. I groaned loudly and layed there in pure agony.
I squirmed on the mattress with my hands stuffed into my crotch. I was incredibly desperate and my eyes already brimmed with tears. I allowed myself to sob as my bladder already began to burst. A few spurts trickled into my panties before the full accident occurred.
Suddenly the pee gushed into my sofee soaking every possible inch of it that it could before pooling around me. I moaned with pleasure as the pee began to consume the bed, the hot pee bursting from my urethra and then I managed to stop for once. I groaned bitterly as my bladder hurt worse than before and I squirmed in agony once again but the urge slowly diminished.
I crawled over to my duffle bag and slipped on my skirt, legging and royal blue blouse and sat away from the bed worried about getting a rash so I sat and waited until the desperation came. Then I began to squirm on the chair with both my hands in my crotch and the tears began to stream and finally I heard Isaac’s mom leave.
I cried out in joy as I sat up slowly and crossed my legs. I awkwardly shuffled toward the door barely opening it as I walked into his room opened the door to the hall and headed for his bathroom feeling triumphant. I opened the door and stepped in. The second I saw the toilet my bladder felt like it was on fire. I managed to step in front of the toilet before my bladder gave.
Hot pee exploded down my legs as it soaked my skirt and leggings. The pee mostly ran in a gush of urine that spread out wide as it ran down my thighs before just streaming straight to the carpet below. I moaned once as my bladder emptied itself quickly as a stream of urine ran between my legs as my bladder emptied itself in a hurry.
The flow slowed slightly as a stream of urine ran the length of my legs, swirling around my mid thighs to the back of my calves before trickling across my bare feet and pooling on the carpet. I stood in anger as the urine flow sprayed down my legs and splashed to the ground below and then the flow slowed. I stopped my accident prematurely till it was nothing more than pee dripping from my crotch to the ground below and I fell onto my knees.
I felt the front of my calves soak in the warm puddle of pee before it became nothing more than a disgusting stain of urine. I stood up and walked to Isaac’s room gathered up all my clothing and walked to his laundry room and threw all the clothes in including the outfit I just wore. I peeled off my the soaked clothes till I was completely naked and stood there on the cold concrete floor and started the wash.
I walked upstairs apprehensive in my birthday suit and had a meal of spaghetti and in an attempt to forget all my misery three cans of beer. I miserably headed back down stairs to check on the load of the laundry my footing a little awkward. The load was still running and I stood there for a moment before I realized I still had to pee. I hesitated for a moment.
“I pee myself all the time anyway, why always be embarrassed about it… besides it kinda feels good.” I told myself. I positioned my legs perfectly so that when I forced myself to pee the hot stream of urine ran down my legs. The stream gushed down my thighs around the front of my left leg were my foot hung suspended a few inches above the ground where the urine ran across before tickling to the ground.
The urine gushed down my smooth long legs till my bladder was completely and utterly empty leaving a puddle beneath me that slowly spread out as I pushed myself to sit upon the washer while the load washed. I sat there for a while watching urine drip from my feet to the ground below and then I decided to take a shower.
I took a long hot shower and got out the longest time later and went back downstairs to wait for my clothes. They finally finished washing and I stepped around the puddle of urine to switch the load into the dryer then went upstairs to the family library I saw.
I sat on the chair and began to read a horror story, thirty minutes later I felt the urge to pee and I just peed on the chair, the hot pee staining the soft seats interior and spilling onto the carpet below. I felt guilty but I guess it wouldn’t bring any harm to me since I would be leaving and I was tired of having humiliating accidents why should I care.
Isaac, he was sweet and everything but honestly he would be gone out of my life in a little while anyway, I guess this was my defense mechanism, making sure there would be no chance of Isaac and me having any type of relationship, no matter how cute he was… I heard the dryer finish up so I headed downstairs and changed into my jeans and royal blue blouse.
I began to head upstairs as I heard Isaac arrive home. I walked to the door to greet him. “Hey Isaa-” I stopped standing in front of me was Jonathon. “John?” I asked confused.
“you little…! I helped you and you were an escapee. I nearly lost my job because of you!” He screamed at me.
“Wait what? No! What?” I stuttered confused.
“You really don’t know? I was a guard at the prison! If I knew you were a prisoner that had escaped… Let’s just say I wouldn’t have been so nice.” He said coldly. I watched as he drew a tazer and pointed it at my chest.
“Annie I’m home!” Isaac called as he walked through the door and stopped in his tracks stunned. “Dad?” He asked.
“Hold on Isaac, this girl she’s a freak. Let me make a call to the asylum and then I’ll explain.” He said as he stepped towards the house phone a few feet from him.
Suddenly a jet of flame shot from Isaac’s palm and burned the phone to a crisp. “Annie throw him into the wall.” Isaac said as his dad looked at him in horrified shocked.
I flicked my wrist sending John into the wall hard, causing him to fall unconscious and drop the tazer. Isaac quickly scooped it up before ushering me up the stairs. He emptied out his back pack onto the floor before walking into his closet and stuffing clothes into his bag. Then he grabbed down a backpack from his shelf and told me to go to his sister’s room and take whatever I wanted. I reluctantly followed his instructions. I filled up the backpack with her clothes and I began to feel guilty stealing a girls clothes I just found out existed as I met Isaac in the living room while he quickly emptied his family safe and led me outside.
“My duffle bag!” I cried in shock.
“I put the stuff in my bag now run!” Isaac screamed and led me down the street.
“You let me stay here and your dad was a guard at the asylum?” I cried in anger.
“I didn’t know.” He said softly and I sympathized with him and dropped it till we got a couple blocks away.
“Why didn’t we take your car?” I demanded.
“Because it’s too easy to track.” He said simply and we began to run again much to my dismay.
I stumbled a couple of times and Isaac caught me each time as we ran through the streets lugging backpacks so full they nearly began to rip. I groaned as I felt myself getting woozy and I face-planted.
“Get up.” Isaac said curtly as he helped me up.
“Why should I? Come on we’ve gotten far enough away. You saved me, my hero.” I swooned and tried to kiss him, and for a moment he let me.
He shoved me back slightly. “Is that alcohol on your breath?” He asked disgusted. “Are you drunk.”
“Maybe just a little.” I giggled holding my hand up with my thumb and index finger’s tips slightly apart.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He said angrily. He gripped my wrist and tugged me forward and I felt my self dragged through the street and the wooziness come back.
“Isaac stop.” I called at him urgently.
“We’ve got to go!” He urged.
“I said stop.” I tugged back forcing him to stop.
“What now?” He asked.
“I don’t feel so…” I started before vomiting onto the sidewalk. “good.” I muttered before vomiting again.
“Are you serious. We’ve got to go, the asylum isn’t just gonna look for you anymore, there coming after me now as soon as my dad wakes up so get on your feet we’ve got to look for a car now.” He roared.
“A car, steal one.” I muttered while on my knees puking up my lunch.
“Not that easy, now come on.” He ushered and we began to run once again. |
Chapter 3
Isaac’s POV I pulled Annie along the sidewall by her wrist trying to usher her forward. Her feet constantly fumbled and she nearly fell several times along the way. She was definitely beautiful, but honestly while she was drunk I wanted nothing to do with her or her barf breath. I grit my teeth as I struggled forward as she spoke to me with slightly slurred speech.
“Where are we going?” She asked.
“A car dealership.” I replied bluntly and began to ignore her bumbling.
“Why?” She asked stupidly and stumbled once again.
I just kept walking, I was furious. Not at her, well not completely. I was mad I had to run away with a drunk, but mostly at my dad, at myself, at my abilities. I was frustrated. I had a great life and now it was down the drain because I revealed myself to my dad who would probably hunt me down.
I gritted my teeth and kept walking with my blundering ally to just leave the city and start a new life, hopefully. The best case scenario kinda sucked. I hated my situation and now I kinda hated my dad. I knew it was terrible, but I couldn’t help it.
I slugged forward with my runaway trailing behind me as the dealership loomed before me. I picked up my pace causing Annie to fall on her face again.
“Get up.” I muttered and tried to help her up. She groaned and pushed herself to her feet and limped after me. “Just meet me at the dealership when you can work up the skill to walk.” I said harshly and I left her a few blocks from the dealership as I ran forward.
I stepped through the doors coolly searching for my friend for a few minutes before noticing him at the far end. I approached him casually. “Hey, uh do you got any cars for me?’ I asked.
“You need a car? Dude you got a mustang.” He replied.
“I need something no one would find me in… for free.” I replied bluntly.
“You want me to steal a car for you?” He cried. “Bro, you’re my best friend, but I can’t just give you a car. Do you want me to get you fired… who is she?” He asked pointing behind me.
I turned around to see Annie coming through the door in a drunken stumble and lean against me shoulder as I turned to face my friend. “It’s just Annie.” I muttered bitterly.
“Is she drunk.” He asked skeptically.
“Just a little.” Annie giggled.
“you’re not kidnapping her are you.” He asked.
“More like the other way around unfortunately.” I muttered.
“Nice… and fine… I got something.” He muttered and he led me to a back lot I never saw before. He led me straight to the worse car in the lot. A regular jalopy. I groaned.
“This is the best you can get me?” I pleaded.
“Sorry man, but unless you want the cops looking for you, this won’t be missed.” He said holding out the keys. “Besides it’s even got a license plate, even though it’s a North Dakota one, but that’s probably better to keep from being found right?”
“Thanks.” I muttered… I hesitated him but gave him a “bro-hug” after all this would be the last time I would see him. I helped Annie into the back seat and awkwardly buckled her up, she fell onto the seat and passed out. I hoped she would be safe, mostly. “Good-bye.” I muttered and I drove away in the rickety car with half a tank of gas.
I hoped this would get us far enough away and I drove in silence through the streets of my hometown. I felt myself grow more and more miserable as I got closer and closer to leaving the city limits. I groaned as I pulled over to a gas station near the highway exit, bought a full tank and then proceeded to leave my life behind for good.
Hours later I drove down the moderately filled highway in the dark with dim head lights that I worried would burn out, in a car I was worried would completely break on the bumps. I had a lot of time to think and I decided one thing, I was leaving this country, it would only be a matter of time before they found two psychics, unless we hid out in Europe, more specifically Berlin, Germany. First I had to reach my friend in California to sneak us aboard a flight from LAX to the beautiful city I always intended to visit, although on better circumstances.
I felt the car groan as it trudged down the highway, I barely stayed above the minimum in an attempt to keep the car from collapsing onto the street below us. I heard a different groan suddenly as I heard another groan. Annie’s.
“Oh, where am I.” She asked painfully.
“In a rust bucket heading towards California.” I muttered.
“Why… Oh, my heads killing me!” She whined.
“You’re hung over? From how many beers?” I asked.
“Three.” She said meekly.
“Not very many, you need to learn how to hold your liquor missy.” I muttered.
“How many do you drink… Ow! Don’t hit so many bumps.” She groaned.
“None, I abstain from alcohol.” I muttered and she stayed silently except her groaning.
I drove on through the dark night, technically morning and I felt myself begin to grow weary as he night dragged on and I realized I would need to stop in the next town for a rest.
“I don’t feel so good.” I heard Annie gripe.
“Don’t puke again.” I muttered.
“It’s not like that, it’s a little different.” She moaned and I just began to ignore her again as I drove forward and saw the next exit would be in five miles.
“well wait till we stop at the hotel and I’ll try to help you.” I said.
“Ok.” She whined softly. I heard her groan more periodically and shift in her seat as I took the exit and drove down the route to some city to stay in some hotel.
Finally we came onto the decent sized city and I only had to drive a short while before we came upon a decent hotel. I went in and bought our room before coming back out to park the car and usher Annie out.
I grabbed her delicately by she shoulder and led her to the room. Accompanied by my groaning friend who had her arms around her stomach I led her to our room. The room had two queen sized beds, a recliner and a small TV. I sat on the one closest to the door and turned to face Annie who was still grasping her abdomen and doubled over in pain.
“So what’s wrong exactly?” I asked trying to sound sincere.
“I think…” She started to say before a hiss emitted from her legs. I watched as a stain appeared around her crotch and pee ran down her mid thighs. I sat my mouth agape as pee streamed down her legs and I watched a stain appear as the hiss roared before it was interrupted by a disgusting sound protruding from her butt.
I gagged as a disgusting scent wavered over towards me. “Did you just… defecate?” I asked disgusted.
She nodded her head her face a deep scarlet as the stream of pee continued and a large puddle appeared around her feet and another disgusting sound emitted as she trembled a couple times before one long loud one emitted and she burst into tears and I was thoroughly disgusted with her. I stared a gape as she ran into the bathroom and I listened to her sob.
I sat on the bed in disgust staring at the puddle of urine on the floor and wondered what I was going to do. Finally I knocked on the door.
“Go away.” She demanded.
I sighed as I walked through the door to find her naked on the toilet her clothes bundled in the bathtub. “look its not that bad.” I said.
“No this is disgusting.” She said, not caring I saw her naked.
“Well I’ll admit it is disgusting you… pooped yourself, but its ok I mean people have accidents all the time.” I assured her.
“When was the last time you had an accident?” She replied bitterly.
I stood there, wondering if she was worth what I was about to do next. I finally decided she was as I forced myself to pee. I felt the hot liquid slither down my legs. It actually kinda felt good I thought as the warm urine soaked my jeans and pooled around my feet.
She looked up shocked and I smiled. “See not that bad, but I’m going to take a shower now soo…” I muttered.
“Let me take one first.” She pleaded.
“Or… at the same time as me?” I offered. I saw her face blush again. “Look I’ve already seen you naked and it will save time.” I said trying to make it sound reasonable.
“Ok.” She stuttered.
I smirked and started a steamy shower and we both got in. Despite what I expected the shower was awkward and we found ourselves back to back showering with the hotel soap. Suddenly I felt Annie bump into me and we both turned around to face each other and I grabbed her and began to kiss her.
Despite what I said about saving time, we found ourselves in there till the water turned lukewarm, then we found ourselves naked in the same bed spooning till we fell asleep.
I found myself waking up to a warmly damp mattress and realized Annie wet the bed. I shook her awake as little more urine dribbled from her urethra. Her eyes fluttered open groggily. “Let’s never do this again.” I muttered. As I slipped on my still wet pants and then my shirt. “I’ll go get our bags and we can change then leave ok?” I asked.
A few minutes later I came back with both bags and tossed her the other one. I quickly changed into a lighter pair of jeans and a t-shirt before facing her as she changed into yoga pants and a purple spaghetti top. “I think I’m going to leave those clothes in the tub, can we leave now.” She asked bitterly.
I nodded my head as we left the room, I noticed how great she looked and groaned. I couldn’t have a relationship with her. I decided and we checked out and left the city in the rust bucket on our way to California.
This is officially chapter three even though its been several installment. In this chapter I've done several things I ddin't plan on, like making a Isaac point of view installment and even cause him to have an accident, so tell me how you like it and you may see more point of views from him and even a couple accidents in the upcoming chapters. |
Of course the piece of junk ended breaking down Just outside of New Orleans. I groaned as I slammed my fist into the dashboard in anger. “Stupid piece of shit!” I yelled before turning to Annie.
“Come on, let’s just walk to Louisiana and try to find a mechanic or something.” She sighed.
“Ok.” I muttered angrily as I got out of the car and started walking with her by my side, she remained mostly silent as we walked into the city limits. I groaned as we marched through the streets of the southern city, teeming with people. I already felt a strange vibe as we continued to the middle of the city when we heard a miracle.
“Last call, try to win this Dodge Durango, last call for the competition.” A man called to our left.
I clutched Annie’s hand as I took off in a run dragging her behind me. I got overly excited as we broke through the crowd to find ourselves at an applicant table.
“Hello there, would you like to join the ‘hands on competition’?” A woman asked me with a deep southern accent.
“Sure what do we do?” I asked excited.
“All you do is pay a hundred per person to join and try to keep your hands on the car till you are the last person touching it, then the car is yours, the only cut is this competition doesn’t have any breaks or intermissions so it’s a real challenge. Want to join?”
I nodded my head and handed her two hundred dollars before ushering Annie to the silver Durango.
“This is amazing!” Annie said as we approached the vehicle that had around twenty people surrounding it.
“It’s a full out miracle.” I agreed.
“Attention contestants, the competition is about to begin, once we start there will be no breaks so get ready get set, begin.” The announcer said.
I practically slapped my hand on the vehicle in glee, I was ecstatic, a feeling that was short lived.
The competition stretched on for two hours before I saw Annie dancing in place with one hand lingering on the Durango cautiously. I knew she would pee herself like usual, it seemed like the only thing she could do lately.
There was four other people still with their arms on the vehicle, all of them girls, all of them desperate for the bathroom. Hell even I needed to go urinate, not to mention how hungry I was. Still I tried to remain my composure as I remained mostly still, only tapping my right foot as I watched Annie sympathetically.
She was bouncing from foot to foot with her left hand shoved into her crotch through the Yoga pants, I frowned as I saw the other four girls doing similar acts. I figured Annie would be the first to have an accident though. She crossed her legs for a few minutes before uncrossing them and pacing with one hand always on the vehicle, then hopping up and down, then crossing her legs.
I watched two other girls, about twenty slightly lean against the Durango with their legs crossed hopping up and down with tears brimming in their eyes before the finally took off in a run towards the bathrooms. I saw Annie watch them longingly, wishing to join them before she started her routine again.
I turned to the other two girls, both were attractive, one wore a denim mini-skirt, black heels and a red V-neck t-shirt, with dark skin and sleek black hair that cascaded down her curvy body down to her mid back. The other had a lighter skin tone with reddish brown hair, a slender body with even better curves, she wore light skinny jeans and a blue tunic. I watched them both kick their legs back in a frantic dance, their feet nearly kicking them in the back.
They both had one hand in their crotch and faced each other with tears threatening to run down their face as they struggled to keep their urine in. I felt sympathetic but I ignored it. I turned to face Alice who was slowing her routine till finally I watched as the back of her yoga pants rippled as urine presumably gushed down her legs, the flow cascaded down the back of her legs, multiple steams falling from her legs to the ground below as she moaned.
The stream of pee caused the yoga pants to ripple where the urine passed under until she fell into the puddle on her knees with both hands in her crotch sobbing. I watched with a mixture of pity and anger as she fled the scene, I turned to the other two girls, the dark skinned one peed herself from watching Annie and she two ran from the scene urine still gushing to the ground between her legs.
The other one approached me trying to seem seductive despite the urine threatening to burst from her bladder.
“Ya know, if you just let me win now, we could have a fling if you want.” She said in a soft purr as he left hand ran up my chest.
“I’ll pass.” I said reluctantly.
“Have it your way.” She pouted as she leaned against the car trying to keep from holding herself but eventually gave in and started her backwards kicking again.
The worst part was I seriously needed to use the bathroom and was doing little to stop the flow, the conversation with her alone had sent a small spurt into my boxers alone. Suddenly I felt my bladder burst and I just let it run down my legs. I stared in shock but kept my hand on the car, I turned to face the girl who was looking at me enviously, still desperately trying to hold her flow before it finally burst.
I watched as a stain rapidly appeared down the back of her jeans, the urine gushing between her legs before the flow ended leaving her in a puddle of her own urine and she still stayed approaching me once again.
“Look what you made me do you bad boy.” She said still trying to be seductive.
“Sucks for you.” I said my ears burning red. I stood there defiantly for maybe another thirty minutes before I saw the girl grow desperate again, but this time it seemed from something else. She groped her belly for a moment before I heard a similar noise to the one Annie admitted last night and I knew she made a bowel movement, which was enough for her and she fled and I won.
I smirked to myself as the announcer handed me the keys as Annie came back with our bags now dressed in hot pants and a midriff shirt.
I stared at her longingly as I told her I won and loaded the car before noticing how late it was.
“Let’s stay at a hotel tonight.” I said and she agreed.
We found a decent one and quickly settled in, this time sleeping in separate beds as the night fell,
Sirens blared but the world was nearly dead to me, all I cared was about kissing Annie, I acted like I hated her, but at the moment I was a hundred percent in love with her as she lay atop me in the grassy ditch where we made out when the sirens came closer and shots rang out. Each narrowly missing us, and still the sirens blared as we made a run for it.
Soon the image changed and we were on a beach somewhere and we walked in a daze as we held hands and approached a the ocean. I stepped into the cold body of water as it swirled around my feet and Annie completely sub-merged herself in it, resurfacing a few meters away and smiled. I grinned as I stepped towards her but the water boiled as my powers started to manifest.
I leapt back onto the sandy beach and Annie approached me but I took off in a run, still she followed and she cornered me at the end of a pier I don’t remember getting on, I looked into the water, my body aflame as she tried to touch me. In an attempt to protect her I leapt into the ocean and the cool water instantly extinguished my flame, and my life.
I floated to the bottom of the ocean only to be surrounded by mermaids, one who even looked Annie. I suddenly became revived as she kissed me and she dragged me through the water, away from my freaky powers, away from my shattered life, away from the people who now wanted to kill me.
I awoke with a start as I heard the door beginning to splinter from some force ramming at it from the other end. I panicked and shook Annie awake. I tossed her, her bag and shouldered my own as two Asylum guards burst into the room guns instantly trained on us.
“Come with us willingly, or get shot, either way is fine with us besides the hotel is surrounded.” The taller one said.
Suddenly I watched the guns magically tear from their hands before they slammed into each other, hard. “Come on.” Annie cried as she leapt out the second story window, I, surprised by her actions, followed her as sure enough came in contact with ten more guards. I watched Annie launch five of them before a bullet grazed her. I saw her fall back in surprise. Anger overtook me instantly. I felt jets of flame blast from my wrists incinerating four more men instantly. Then I attempted to hurl a fireball at another but my rage made me clumsy and the ball of flames went wild and burst through a building still on construction. I hurtled another one, this time hitting the man successfully. I watched him run away screaming body aflame when the building I hit exploded into a fiery inferno.
“Shit!” I exclaimed as I dodged fiery debris.
Ok so this chapter is short and the story will not be updated till fire ninja gets a point to where his story (not yet posted) and mine will intertwine, leave a comment:) |
After what feels like forever I hope you guys still like this story and this will start out in Annie's POV.
I woke up what seemed like hours after Isaac's father had attacked us and the girl had appeared. I found myself in the back of the Durango dressed in new clothing. I wore Light colored skin jeans and a royal blue blouse, my feet bore red flats and I awkwardly checked down my chest to find myself in a new bra. from my position in the back seat I discreetly looked, sure enough I was in new panties as well. "Isaac, did you change me?" I asked awkwardly.
"Sorry." He apologized as he sped down the fast lane toward an unknown destination.
"Where are we going?" I asked sitting up and buckling myself in to the window seat.
"L.A.X. to catch a plane to Berlin Germany where we can try to hide out for some time." He informed me in a blunt tone as we raced down the lane, most likely breaking the speed limit.
"Uhm, why not a different airport?" I asked sitting upwards.
"I know a guy who can get us a free plane ride." He said plainly, I decided he didn't want to talk so I kept to myself as we sped down the lane. I began to wonder what had occurred in the previous hours but decided against asking and instead just sat bored in the back seat as he sped along. I tried to recall what I could but the last I remember was a girl in the doorway.
I ignored the lack of memory as we continued down the road, at least two days from LAX. I wondered what I could do to pass time. "When's are we stopping?" I asked sighing as I laid across the seats.
"Whenever I get to tired to drive. Why, do you need to use the bathroom again?" He asked a little irritably.
"No." I replied meekly as I felt my face begin to redden. "Just curious." I muttered, but at the bottom of my stomach I felt the tiniest twinge in my bladder and I knew, no matter how small the urge was now, I wouldn't hold it until we stopped. So I just laid there reminiscing of my old life. One particular memory came to mind. It was a few weeks before I was abducted and I was hanging out with one of my closest friends, Samantha. She was beautiful, tall with golden brown hair, large breasts a butt that attracted all the boys attention when she would pass them by with side swishes from her perfected walk. Her eyes were like chocolate diamonds and her face was brilliant. Her only flaw was probably her slightly crooked nose which she broke when she was a child. We walked down the street in the afternoon, making our way towards my house. She grinned as we strolled their, but my bladder was so desperately full that I was bouncing up and down. I had worn hot pink skinny jeans and a white blouse, with black flip flops, while she wore a very revealing mini-skirt and a purple tunic. and black high heels.
"Oh come on Annie. You're too old to be this close to peeing yourself, we have an entire mile left to walk before we even make it to your house." She teased. I however didn't see any humor in the situation and just continued forward in my desperation. It was difficult to continue on, and my strides where short and consisted of my legs so tightly wrapped together I was practically hopping forwards. I felt tears form in the bottom of my eyes as we continued down the street. "Here's a deal, if you can make it three quarters of the way home before you pee your pants then I will pee my panties too." She said sticking her tongue out at me. I doubted she was serious, but I was determined to make it home either way, so I tried to force myself forward. I kept feeling my bladder pang and continuously struggled to keep from peeing myself. I managed to make it half way to my house when I felt myself begin to dribble. Nothing to intense, but I felt my white panties begin to moisten and I gasped.
There was little hope for me at this point but I continued forward. "Even if you pee yourself, it won't show." I groaned at my friend.
"Eh, it's still gross for me, regardless of weather it shows or not." She replied nonchalantly. I shrugged weakly and shuffled forward with my hands in my crotch as we continued onwards. We were probably five minutes from my house when I finally began to lose it. I felt the urine slowly leak out of my urethra. It burned as it began to slighter down my thighs, I noticed a stain slowly form around my crotch area as the urine began to spill out. The flow was like molasses, small amounts of urine streaming down my legs in one continuous flow and I knew it was futile to try and stop it. I let go and suddenly urine exploded form my crotch and ran down the back of my legs, trickling inwards around my inner thighs and across my knees and back down my calves before pooling at the ground around my feet. watched as a dark stain grew on my legs and the warm urine ran down my legs. Finally the flow ended and I looked at my friend who had a stream running between her legs onto the sidewalk. I also noticed the large amount of people on the street watching us pee.
In one swift motion she pulled her panties from her skirt, after she stopped peeing, and tossed them aside like nothing and we continued onwards.
I found myself still stuck in the durango at the middle of night, now extremely desperate. Beads of sweat formed on my brow as I stared out the windshield as we approached the next city. I felt my legs bounce up and down before me. "Isaac, when are we stopping."
This town, at the nearest hotel." He replied tiredly.
I moaned softly as I sat on my heels, trying not to leave a stain on this seat as I desperately held my pee. I felt my panties begin to dampen before we finally stopped at a hotel. Isaac quickly got us a room, and physically picked me up as he rushed me to the bathroom. I had been frozen on the spot, and as humiliated as I was, I was glad that he was helping me. "Thanks." I muttered weekly as he set me down next to the door, unfortunately, it was too late. He slid the card in the slot and the urine slid from my urethra. I completely soaked my jeans in record time, the urine cascaded down my legs in large streams, with one stream trickling between my legs quickly. Soon a puddle was beneath my feet once again and I found myself in tears.
"Do I have to pee myself with you again?" A familiar tone rang from our hotel room. I looked inwards with bleary eyes to find Samantha lounging in the room.
"How... Did you get here, how did you no where we were?" I cried surprised, Isaac looked stunned but remained silent.
"You're not the only one with powers, and Annie, I have a lot, telepathy, tactile telekinesis, weird bladder filling, etc." She replied casually.
"So you were the one making me pee!" I accused angrily.
"On the contrary, I was strengthening your very weak, urinary infected pea sized bladder. I did make those girls at the car challenge pee themselves, and even Isaac to put him in his place. In fact if I stopped helping you, you would pee yourself every time you used your power, the only reason Isaac doesn't lose bladder control is because the pyrokinesis slowly dehydrates him." She said. "Also you got company." She said standing up. |
I remember an event that occurred roughly a year ago with my girlfriend. It was a cool day, so we decided to take a stroll in the woods. They were maybe half a mile from my house and several miles in length, so I knew we would be gone for awhile.
It was technically considered trespassing, but that didn't deter us; in fact, we preferred it. Part of the appeal of the woods was the privacy. If we had to worry about other people bothering us, we would have avoided them all together. The law was never a problem; we considered it a blessing in disguise.
When we got to the entrance, we climbed over the small hill that hid the main path. It was a wide, dirt path surrounded by trees. It had been a long time since it had seen use by anyone other than us (and maybe the occasional homeless person). People used to drive ATVs and dirt bikes through it, but for some reason it fell out of style.
We made small talk as we trekked. The dirt beneath us felt and looked like sand, with its soft, shifty nature, and its almost white appearance. Occasionally, we would hear something in the bushes and we would grow deathly silent. She would always stiffen up in fear, but I always waited with curiosity.
Whenever I was with her, my eyes would often drift. It was hard not admiring her body. Despite being a mostly fit white girl, she had very large breasts. She would often wear shirts and bras that accentuated them nicely, leaving her with a... rather generous amount of cleavage. I don't believe it was a deliberate attempt at being sexy, but it was that very innocence that made it as appealing as it was.
It was maybe thirty minutes into the walk when she made a comment which caught my attention - or rather, demanded it.
"I should have peed before we left." She didn't look at me when she said it. It was insignificant.
"What's wrong? You gotta go?"
"Yeah, a little bit, but I can hold it."
We kept walking. I started to think about her need. I imagined her desperate and dancing. I thought of urine running down her legs; of her jeans getting soaked. I wondered if anything would come of it. There was no way of knowing if she had just said it or if she had truly meant it.
Sometimes she would see something cute or nice, and with a quiet "Awwwww" or a quick gasp, she would rush up to it. Out of compulsion I would look at her behind. Once again, she had a very nice bottom for a white girl. It was big and worked well with her slightly wide thighs. I was never too picky, but something of her form was extremely appetizing.
When she turned around to walk back, I would steal a glance at her legs. The small area right below the button of her jeans, where the legs met; it was impossible not to look for at least a moment. I loved to picture her undoing that button and sliding her jeans to the ground, showing me the color of her panties, and then revealing her entire being.
Another ten minutes went by before the topic was breached again.
"Ohhhh, I gotta pee." As she complained, she bounced lightly up and down, her legs closed tight. At this point I knew that she was serious. She could still make it; actually, she would most likely make it. Still, it fueled my imagination - as well as my hopes.
Needless to say, I was infatuated with her, but not just physically. There were plenty of women whom I found attractive, but she was one of the few I could truly connect with. We could have long, deep conversations. It didn't matter if we agree or disagreed; all that mattered was that we could comfortably talk.
Another 15 minutes went by.
"Oh man..." Her hand stroked her leg for a moment.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"... It's only been 45 minutes. I can't believe you have to go this bad already."
"It's been longer than that... I told you I didn't use the toilet before we left." She gave me a fake, teasing frown.
"You don't want to turn back, do you?"
"... No, no, I'll be fine!"
She also had beautiful hair. It was smooth and silky, golden blond, and went past her shoulders in length. I loved to run my fingers through it as she relaxed; or just to stare at it - wet and matted down - when she left the shower.
Ten minutes passed before she spoke again. I suppose she had initially stayed silent out of the shame, but the urge had grown to be too much to bear alone.
"Crap... I've gotta gooooo!" Her hand started to gravitate to the small area below the button of her jeans that I found so attractive. She had started to hold herself. She couldn't possibly last much longer. My imagination grew more fervent and restless.
"You look like you're in a bit of a situation," I teased.
"Yes! I have to pee!" She stopped and bounced up and down like she had before, but it meant so much more with both hands buried in her crotch.
She was only a few inches shorter than me. She wasn't as petite as most girls, but she wasn't tall either. In my eyes, it was a perfect mix.
Another 10 minutes went by until when we reached the end of the woods; or rather, the end of the circuit. They looped around, and all we had to do to head back was keep following the path.
"I dunno if I'm gonna make it."
"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad," I teased.
"It is!" She whined. "I don't think I can make it home."
Her words left me aroused. Finally, it was almost guaranteed that she would have an accident. That was unless she did one thing...
"I think I might have to pee out here."
"Wow, really? You never pee outside."
"Yeah, and I usually don't have to go this bad."
"I dunno, I've seen you pretty bad-off before."
"That was differeeeeent!" She bounced. "I feel like I'm gonna explode!"
"Well, look, we're already half-way through. You held it this far, I'm sure you can make it back."
"But I can't! I've really, REALLY gotta go." She was teasing me.
"Hmm... how about this: you hold it until we get home and I'll take you out?"
"... So you want me to risk wetting myself so we can go on a date?"
"Well, when you put it like that..." I laughed.
"And if I don't make it?" Her tone was strained, but I could tell by the words she was playing along.
"I'll still take you out. The only condition is that you TRY."
"Ohhhhhhhhh," She leaned over and grabbed herself. "Alright, fine."
She was the best.
Her desperation started off quiet. She didn't talk much and she had started to walk slowly. Every once in awhile she would mutter something about needing to go or about how she was about to wet herself, but that was the extent of it. Soon enough, though, she grew more livid. I no longer had to slow down for her, and at times, she would be so far ahead she'd have to stop and wait.
"Hurry up!" She bounced.
"I'm coming. Christ, you've gotta slow down."
"I can't or I'm not gonna make it!" With each step her hips swayed widely and quickly. I enjoyed watching her butt go back and forth, her legs mashed together, trying to contain the torrent of pee that begged for release.
Suddenly, she stopped. Her hands gripped tight on her crotch and she was slightly bent over, as if the urge had become unbearable.
"What's wrong?" I looked at her, concerned.
"... I think I went a little."
"Oh, you did? Do you... mind if I see?"
"I don't think it was enough to get through my panties, and... If I spread my legs... I'll go." Her cheeks were glowing red.
"... Can you still walk?"
"I think." She waddled a few steps forward before going into a slow, conserved walk.
Only a minute went by before she stopped again. She gasped and stood, legs together, hands mashed in-between. She was in front of me, her amazing butt held tight in her pale jeans, pointed at me.
"Crap, I leaked again..." Before I could respond, I was interrupted by another gasp and a quick, loud hiss. "Shit."
I saw a small line of saturation extend from her crotch, half way down her leg. There was a moment of silence where we both stood still, not sure of what to do. Soon, the hissing started again, except this time, it didn't stop. She stood there, her legs together, pee pouring out of her, completely unable to stop it.
"O-oh... fuck..." Her voice started incredibly strained, but resolved in relief. The back of her jeans was flood by a sudden downpour of liquid. They glimmered in the sunlight as urine steadily crawled higher and higher in her panties, leaving her butt soaked as well. As the puddle on the ground got larger, the hissing got quieter.
An image of her panties ran through my mind. I imagined they were her black, lacy ones - bikini-style and no doubt soaked - but they may have been her red ones, stripped ones, or even her printed ones. It didn't matter. I could see them all in my head, tight and dripping, clinging to her glistening body.
Moments before the stream came to an end, she spread her legs. I watched as the liquid continued to run through the jeans. All in all, it was a quick experience, but to me, it felt like a thousand lifetimes.
When she stopped, she turned around and sighed heavily. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment and her hands were shaking lightly.
"Oh my God..." She said it almost dreamily. "That felt so fucking good..." |
Sunny days like this one had become rare over the last few weeks....way too rare. It was probably even the last warm day of the entire year, before winter would come across the lands again.
Naruto sighed - and he had to study at the academy. Why on earth on such a beautyful day ? There HAD to be a rule which penalized to waste such sunny weather with learning.
There were so many things he could do instead....like swimming or just being lazy, lay in the grass and look at the sky....unfortunaly he was locked in the building, together with all the other academy students.
And he knew, he wasn`t alone with these thoughts.
Really, there couldn`t be ANYONE who actually liked to study, right ?
Oh well...now that he thought about it..maybe there was ONE...
Too easy. All of these questions were WAY too easy. The black-haired boy closed his eyes for a moment, trying his best to ignore the pair of eyes, staring at him from behind. Yes, he could FEEL the Blondes glare by now....he was staring at him...for whatever reason it was this time.
Did that Idiot even need a reason to penetrate him with his eyes ? It was probably because he wasn`t writing like anyone else. And well, why should he ?
There was NOTHING more to learn for him in that class. He went here every day because he was supposed to...while he could actually spend that time with training. Training every possible style of combat, increasing his reactions, speed and accuracy.
But he wasn`t allowed to. Just like all the ordinary students he had to learn the same ordinary and basic things. Really, was it that hard ? How could it be that the others needed several weeks to learn such basic techniques like the Henge no Jutsu ?
As for him, it only took him five minutes...ten at maximum...to understand the simple principle behind that technique.
What was he doing ? Naruto no longer tried to keep his stare secret, he was officially annoyed. Of course...when HE, Naruto, would lean back and snooze in class, Iruka-Sensei would be there immediatly, telling him to study and not to sleep.
But when it came to the high- and mighty Uchiha doing the same thing, no one complained at all.
How was that fair ? Why he always had to focus in class and other people could sleep whenever they wanted.
"Hey Sasuke, stop sleeping and focus on your book."
Why was he even suprised ? It had been obvious such an unqualified comment would come sooner or later. He knew it from the very moment that Blonde dropout had been staring at him.
"I wonder if a retard with no skills is in the position to tell me what to do...I doubt so."
Actually he didn`t really wanted to provoke Naruto, he knew that retard enough to know that answer wouldn`t be left without response. And he didn`t wanted to start a verbal fight again, all he wanted was to be left alone.
But due to his pride he couldn`t just ignore it. It definitly would be better if he could, but he could`nt.
Trash needed to learn where it belonged. And when no-one else was around to show that, he supposed it was his duty.
"Hey, WHO HAS NO SKILLS HERE ??" There it was again...that arrogant way Sasuke treated him.
Like he was someone BETTER than him.
He hated it, the way he was talked to by him. The arrogance and that mocking tone in the Uchihas voice.
If only he would ever find a weak spot on his enemy.
It was just mortifying, since the day he first met Sasuke he tried to surpass him, to beat him just ONCE...to wipe that arrogant smirk out of the Uchihas face just ONE time.
And he tried many times...first on the fair way, through honest learning and trying his best in classes. But no matter how hard he tried, he never even came close to his rivals grades.
Then he tried many dirty tricks, the best pranks he could think off to expose a weak side on that other boy.
Without any success, no matter what he did to put up a trap, never he had fallen for it.
But no human was perfect. Not even Sasuke. There HAD to be a weak spot somewhere...and he would find it.
Heck, he wouldn`t rest until he finally managed to pay back all the spiteful comments and humiliation the Uchiha had caused him. That was his biggest goal...aside from becoming Hokage of course.
"You. It is you, who has no skills, you who has no chance of ever becoming anything. You won`t even become ge-nin....because that requires to graduate from the academy..."
And if he remembered correctly, the Blonde already failed like...two times ? Three ? No, he didn`t really remembered. He also didn`t care. Why even waste a single thought about trash like him ?
Sasuke sighed again, taking a deep sip from the bottle of water on his desk.
The air in here was really warm and dusty...almost tropically.
Naruto bite his lips. There was a response on his lips, something quite fitting about Sasukes family...but he didn`t dared to say it. No matter how much he disliked the Uchiha, there were limits he didn`t dared to cross.
Everybody knew the story about Sasuke and how he lost everyone, leaving him as an orphan without any caring parents.
Much like himself....
Sometimes he wished that fate, the burden they both had to bear would make them get along better...even though Sasuke never showed any emotions, he probably felt lonely deep inside....a feeling the Blonde knew too well.
But then it was the attitude of the other one, which let Narutos anger burn brightly again...and the tiny bit of understanding for his rival was buried under a mountain of hurt feelings.
And at the same time he also feared the others reaction if he would really cross that line.
There was a good chance the calm and controlled surface would break then...to make room for something much scarier.
Yep....he hated to admit it, but he was scared....
He didn`t even wanted to think about what injuries a simple water bottle, like the one Sasuke was drinking from, could cause...if used correctly.
Actually...he was really drinking a lot today...
Why was he still thirsty ?
He just drank half about one litre of water and his throat still felt like a sheet of sandpaper.
No one else even seemed to notice the dry heat in that room....otherwise there would be most certainly someone complaining already.
Or maybe they just decided to endure it and wait patiently till class would be over.
Now...that would at least spare him from hearing all the whining, so why not ?
HE wouldn`t complain anyway...that would be the last thing to do.
Drinking another sip from the bottle was much more effective...
There was no mistake, Sasuke really WAS drinking a damn lot.
Now that he paid attention to that detail it was kinda obvious...
Could it....ah no...why he was even getting his hopes up ?
This would be like winning the lottery jackpot...ten times in a row.
Nope, there was no way someone like Sasuke would drink so much that he would end up...
...peeing his pants ?
"What are you staring at again ?" Geez, it really was annoying as hell.
Why was the Blonde looking at him like someone hypnotized him ?
"Is it about the water ? Forget it, you won`t get any..."
Of course....THAT was it. The heat appearantly had reached the Blondes brain and made him realize his own thirst....and now he was going to beg for some of the water ?
Heh...he would rather pour it onto the floor than sharing even one drip with retards like him.
No way...did he...just drank ALL the remaining water in one gulp ?
Okay...he had to keep cool...it was still unlikely as hell...but when there was even just the SLIGHTEST chance of Sasuke Uchiha wetting himself, he ABSOLUTLY had to support it.
He had to think now...Sasuke emptied his bottle....was there any way of how he could make him drink even more ?
But when he would offer some of his own water to his sworn enemy, that would be too suspicious.
How much longer was that class supposed to be ?
The whole room felt like a damn sauna!
And now he was even out of water.
This was driving him ludicrous, especially since everyone else didn`t seemed to notice anything.
How could someone NOT feel that intense heat ? HOW ?
Well, if there wasn`t a way to make Sasuke drink even more water, he just had to make sure the Uchiha wouldn`t go to the bathroom in time....hopefully the class wouldn`t be over too soon...
To think he would ever wish the class to be LONGER....just ten minutes ago he would`ve laughed at that thought...
"Come on..." he whispered, "....just a little longer..."
It was almost impossible to keep a calm and unimpressed face up now, he only wished for the class to end...so he could finally refill his water bottle at the bathroom...he was so thirsty...so damn thirsty....
"Please...let it end...please...."
"Just a little longer...."
"End class....damn it, i`m dying from thirst here..."
"...longer..."
"...end it...."
A loud ringing sound ripped through the silence, officially marking the end of class.
"Damn....so close....damn close...." he muttered under his breath.
This was so unfair. He had that incredible chance right at his hands. And now it had slipped away, maybe just moments ago from his goal.
At least he suspected this, judging from the nervousity in that usually cool and calm boy.
Screw it.
All lost.
FINALLY!!! He knew it wasn`t his style, but every single cell in his body was aching, begging for water...he could no longer hide his desperate need to drink.
All he wanted was to get out and...drink...water....a LOT of water....
"Mmmmhhh..."
...just...drink....water...
pss
...water...
psss...ssss...
water...so very...warm...
pssss..s.ssss...pssspssssss............
...so much warm water...
"Ahhh........yes...."
Everything was warm now...so wonderfull....so relaxing...
"Sasuke..."
It was like he was swimming in it....warm water....so seducing and blissfully good.
pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..........
"Oh god no...he is....REALLY....ahahhHAHA..."
"Hmmm....?"
".....you`re PEEING...Sasuke!!! You`re peeing your pants! Oh god...."
Sakura stared at the boy in front of her with great disgust...he had a dream-like face on, like he was far away....too far. |
This is my first time typing a fanfic and my grammar plus word choice is bad. If u hate or don't like this fanfic, please comment and I will not continue. Shana is the character from Shakugan No Shana, I really like this anime and the character. However, in this fanfic, Shana is a shy and weak girl.
This the first chapter 1, i may continue if people like it, but this may a bit long and the desperation and wetting will happen at the end. This chapter is the build up for the two main characters, how fate make them see each other, and how they start to form a bond and secrets. Please enjoy even thought the grammar may be bad.
Prolog: This story revolves around a boy named Deat and Shana. This may be a love fiction, and may form a love triangle. The main character is Deat, short for Death World. He is just like any normal teenager, maybe a little taller and more handsome, he can easily past the test to become a model. The main difference between him and his school mates is that he is too normal or almost non existent. A long time ago, just when he go into middle school, his life was changed forever. During a car ride with his family, and his childhood friend, they go into a car accident. Both his parents died, luckily his childhood friend lived, but was in comma ever since, everyone was losing hope in her waking up again. For so many years he already lost interest in this world and start turn invisible. He don't care about this world or anything that is around him. Almost everyone around him aren't able to see him anymore.
Shana on the other hand have a similar past to Deat. She have no memory of her past, she don't know who her parents are or they dead or still alive. The only difference between her and Deat is that she have not given up on this world. She have hopes that one day she will be able to find her true parents. But in many ways she is similar to Deat, she is shy so not many other people notices her, yet she still have one best friend that always stands up for her. The introduction ends here.
Chapter 1:
This story starts in a normal high school, where magic don't exist nor people there believes in fate. Even though, they see love but love will always be on the sides of these two teens. The bell that just rang mark the end of first period, and almost everyone was chatting with each other and taking a break before second period starts. All but that one lonely person. Deat, as usual was walking quietly near the wall, he was like he was ready to sink into the walls and go to a new world. Even though he is tall, he slumps when he walks and it makes him look shorter than the people around him. He is also invisible to the people around him.
Fate have change everything for him on that day. As he was walking to his second period he saw the girl, even thought her head hung low, he was able to feel that they were similar. Suddenly his heart start to beat furiously, and new feeling start emerge from the heart that should have been dead after the accident. The feeling disappeared with out a trace, Deat have given up on this world and won't just come back just because of this one girl. He hurried to class, not wanting to feel that way again.
He tried his best to forget about the girl and just focus on the school work. Which he normally don't but he need something to distract him from the girl's beautiful and cute face. Soon he was day dreaming about the girl, wondering who she was and how come that she have something that will make him want to give this world another chance. The day pasted really fast, when the last bell ringed for the students to get out of the school everyone was already planning what to do next.
He quickly hurried out his classroom, his body want to steal another glance at the girl during break. However, his mind was against it. He stand in a corner and wait until almost all the student left the school building. Now he noticed that the girl have left through the back door. " How can I be so stupid?" He thought angrily to himself. His heart hurts, and he was disappointed. He angrily walk out of the building and took the road where not too many people walk. He like the road, it was behind an alley and he need the peace to calm himself. He start to think about why he feels that way, why he was so heart broken after not being able to see the girl. Deat was like under a spell thinking about these things.
The spell broke after he heard a scream, Deat wasn't able to make out what is say. But for some strange reason he know it's the girl that was in trouble. He ran at top speed trying to reach the girl. This time he didn't care what happen or what might happen he just want to be next to the girl and protect her. By the time he reach where the girl is, he saw that he was surrounded by four gangster. Without thinking he punch the gangster that was closest to the girl. Even though he haven't use all his strength, the gangster still flied three feet from where he first stand. The other gangster start to run away with the one that was on the floor. They were scared either from the crazy strength or the glared that he gives off. Promising death if they still want to mess around with them.
He turn around to see how the girl is. She was fine, no bruise or anything hurt, but tears was sliding down her face. Deat heart beats fast and he also feels sad when he saw the girl cry. Without thinking he took the girls hand and lead her to his house. He don't know if this the right thing to do, but he can't leave the girl there. By the time they got to Deat's front door the girl had stop crying. He lead him inside and seat her on the sofa. Deat quickly walked into the kitchen to get some tea. When he came back, the girl seems to be in distress and she was hiding something. But he didn't care, all that matter was the girl now sitting on the sofa in his living room. Deat start to wonder who this girl was, and is she scared of him. "My name is Deat. Short for Death World. I know it's a wired name, and you can laugh if you think if it's funny." Deat said to the girl sitting across from him. He act liek he don't care about what the girl think about his name. but he was going crazy hoping, she won't think he is some weirdo just because of his name.
"No, I don't think it's a funny name. I think it's pretty cool, every name is something that is valuable and something that we are. My name is Shana, from class 4, which class are you from, Deat-san?" Shana told him.
"I'm from room 2." Deat replied. They talk about school, their life and experience. While they talk, Deat have this feeling that he have know Shana from a long time ago, yet they only meet. As the conversation goes on. Deat notice that Shana was fidgeting more and can't seem to sit still. Deat wonder if she have to go to the bathroom, if she have to then she should have ask, Deat thought to himself.
"Are you okay? Something wrong? You seem to be fidgeting a lot." Deat asked politely.
"I'm fine, it's nothing to worry about." Shana said in a rush, and she blush, her facing getting redder.
Deat knew it wasn't nothing, but he didn't want to embarrass this cute girl. At the back his mind he was wondering how much longer she was able to hold it. They kepton talking, and drink the tea that Deat have made. Shana's face was red, and she almost always keep a hand between her leg.
Deat start to get excited and nervous at the same time. Wondering what he should do? This cute girl sitting across from him was desperate for the bathroom, but she was too shy to ask where it was. His feeling are twisted wondering what he should do. Pull the girl to the bathroom, so she can relieve herself, or just sit there like he doesn't notice anything and wait for her wet herself.
The clock then struck five o'clock, and the bells ring. This surprised Shana and she turned around, and her leg was uncrossed with the movement. This gave Deat a chance to glance up her short skirt, even though the room have low lighting was pretty dark. But Deat eyes from birth was good and saw that she was wearing cute pink panties with laces at side. Deat think he saw a small wet spot near the crotch, however, he quickly dismissed this thought. He don't believe this cute girl, will wet herself in front of him.
Shana turn back around and her face was redder than better. She suddenly stand up, and Deat saw tears in the corn of her eyes. With this sudden movement he nearly drop the cup of tea he was drinking.
Shana's head dropped, but Deat saw that her face was really red. "Can I borrow your bathroom?"
Even before Deat was able to comprehend this question, he know that Shana was wetting her self. Shana, pulled up her skirt showing Deat her cute pink panties with laces. That was when the real flood came. A steam of pee slide down Shana's leg, even though her skirt was out of the way it was still too late and the crotch area in the front of the skirt was wet, and the back of the whole skirt was wet. Shana cried, and sobbed, while she keep wetting herself.
Deat look at Shana and her panties while she wet them. Not knowing what he should do, but when he saw Shana's face his heart nearly leaped out. Tears was rolling down her face and it was so red, that it was turning black from like exercising a lot.
Without thinking, he stand up and walk over to Shana and hug her tightly. Shana sobbed in Deat's hand for a while, but there was already a calm feeling taking over her body. She peed for a little longer, by the time she have all the urine out of her system. There was a huge puddle on the floor soaking into the slippers and socks. There was a huge wet spot on the couch where Shana was sitting. |
So this is to compensate since I won't be able to continue my main story for a while, I liked writing it so if it recieve positive review, I won't be opposed to continuing the story. One thing I'd like to apologize for in advance is if I have my wonderland terminology wrong, and the reason the red queen isn't ugly with a big head is because I don't want her like that so don't correct me on that.
“Can I please go pee?” I asked struggling against the binds around my arms and legs.
“Alice, just rest, you’re not well.” The nurse with red hair muttered irritated.
“Wonderland is real! I’m not making this up. Besides even if I was crazy, why is that a reason not to let me go pee?” I asked bitterly.
“Alice just rest.” She said as she started to leave the plain white room.
“Can you at least open the window?” I asked as she got to the door.
“They don’t open.” She practically growled as she walked out.
There I lay, on a gurney like bed in the middle of a white room in nothing but a hospital gown around my maturely developed nineteen year old body. Strapped into the gurney against my will with my black hair spread around my face inside the psychiatric ward all alone and considered a lunatic with urine beginning to fill my bladder. My royal blue eyes burned with tears as my attractive face scrunched up.
I tried to contain my breathing, but I was starting to get desperate, in the mental and psychical state. I whimpered slightly as I continued to struggle against my binds and then I heard a familiar whistle like sound. I turned to see violet smoke drifting between the shut window and the window sill. The smoke traveled onto my gurney and materialized into a cat, the chestier cat.
“Alice, it’s time to go back.” He said coolly as he sliced the restraints off of me with his claws and hopped onto the ground. “Follow me.” He said softly. I started after him as he evaporated back into his smoky state and drifted through the door gaps.
I opened the door, and followed his smoky trail through the hospital. All the doctors seemed to be absent as I made my way to the bottom floor in the almost eerie facility. I followed the cat to an elevator and called one up while his smoke billowed in place until the doors opened. He drifted in and I followed.
“Why are we going back?” I asked as I stared at the numbers above the door. I became aware of his solid state being restored and felt him brush against the side of my leg affectionately. I bent down and the gown brushed against the floor as I scratched behind his ear softly.
“You will see.” He said as the elevator stopped at the ground floor. He evaporated again and drifted out the front door and I followed him hurriedly.
“I suppose now would be a bad time to tell you I need to go to the bathroom.” I called after him as flew out side. I chased after him to find him materialized next to a rabbit hole.
“I suppose but perhaps you will find a place to relieve yourself in wonderland… but perhaps not. None the less Alice, why don’t you get rid of that silly gown.” He spoke with his usually rhythmically tone of voice.
“Ok.” I spoke hesitantly as I stripped off the gown into my birthday suit. I shivered slightly in the cool air as the chestier cat peered down the hole.
“Let us go.” He said and evaporated once again and billowed downwards.
I took a deep breath as I crouched down next to the hole and leaned forward until I fell. I loved the odd weightlessness as I fell down the dirt tunnel. I giggled slightly as I began to flip until I finally landed on the stained glass ballroom floor. I saw the cat crouching next to a bundle of clothes.
“Get dressed Alice, we have much to do here.” He said.
“Right.” I agreed as I put on bra and panties before slipping on my Iconic blue dress, which reached my upper thigh then put on black pantie hose before finally placing on black flats. “So where are we off too now?” I asked as we walked towards the table where I retrieved a vial of a magical liquid and a couple of crackers before wrapping them in a cloth.
“You will see Alice.” He laughed lightly and led me out of the room back into the outdoors of Wonderland. I looked around amazed at the amazing and logic defying scenery.
“I love it here.” I gushed.
“I know.” He said before evaporating again and leading me to an unknown location.
I followed with the best of my ability, but I felt my bladder situation rapidly getting worse and I shamefully shoved my hand into my crotch forcefully. I awkwardly followed the cat through the woods. I moaned softly and finally I found myself in an opening from the trees where a long table sat.
“Alice, welcome back.” A short man with a large green hat enthused.
“Hatter.” I greeted, with an awkward curtsey.
“You’re late. It’s time for tea.” The white rabbit complained.
I strolled over to him trying to hide my desperation while still pressing my thighs tightly together and kissed him on the cheek. Then took my spot at the table.
“You’re still late.” He muttered flustered. “But glad to see you here.” He muttered.
“I’m sorry.” I apologized sweetly as I grabbed a cup of tea and drank it slowly and grudgingly. However I was surprisingly thirsty and my slow drinking instantly sped up as I downed my cup with haste.
“It looks like you need a bigger cup Alice.” Mad hatter cried and soon I got a tea cup as big as a vase. I watched apprehensively as the Chestier cat lifted the teapot and poured the steaming tea into my oversized cup.
I gasped as my already aching bladder housed a pang of excruciating agony. I whimpered under my breath and slipped my left hand off the table and shoved it into my clit once again. I politely took a sip of tea intending to only do it out of kindness but the tea was addicting and I found myself swallowing more than I intended sending my bladder into a haywire.
I felt the hot urine begin to dribble from my urethra. I gasped as I finished my cup of tea and a spurt of pee dampened my panties.
“It looks like its time Alice.” The chestier cat said and once again evaporated into his smokey state and flew away from the group.
“Best of luck Alice.” The mad hatter said between sips of tea.
“Thank you, good-bye.” I practically whined as my bladder felt like a knife stabbing my abdomen.
As I left the opening I allowed myself to shove my hand back into my clit and awkwardly chase after the smoky trail of the chestier cat and then we came upon a ledge where a sword stabbed into the ground.
“Alice, its time to fight.” The chestier cat said before disappearing. I
gripped the vorpal blade and drew it from the earth and looked down into the clearing below and saw an army of playing cards approach and the beautiful red Queen lead them with her menacing scythe. I took a bite of one of the crackers I brought and felt my skin quiver and a small spurt spill into my panties as I grew to giant heights. I stepped off the cliff and took a sip of the vial and shrank back to normal size in front of the army.
I danced in place as my bladder hurt something awful. I moaned but then I was engaged by a playing card. I quickly sliced it in half with my sword and began the one woman battle. I sliced with precision as I began to close into the queen. However my bladder kept letting hot pee spill into my panties leaving them moist.
Finally I sliced the one card separating me form its leader and felt a long spurt of hot pee escape my urethra and soak my panties. I ignored it however I couldn’t ignore my still pounding bladder, none the less I charged the queen only to have her slam the bottom of her scythe into my gut. I stumbled back and my bladder released the urine it once held.
I moaned in relief as the hot pissed spewed first into my panties before streaming down my legs seeping through my pantie hose as it gushed down my leg. It practically became a stream that simply brushed against my right thigh before one again trickling down my toned legs around my calf and streaming out at my ankles before splashing to the concrete ground around me.
The hot pee momentarily streamed straight between my legs spilling onto the ground forming a large puddle before switching back to gushing down the back of my left leg. Soaking the black pantie hose and pleasurably running down my long legs, streaming into my flats and overflowing to the ground as it kept increasing the size of my puddle.
I moaned loudly as the stream exploded into a powerful spurt that fell straight to the ground and splashing a small amount of urine onto my ankle and foot. I felt my eyes practically roll into the back of my head as the urine flow trickled down my legs streaming around to the front and soaking previously dry skin with hot urine that slightly steamed in the icy wonderland air. I allowed another moan of relief and pleasure as the hot pee continued bursting through my pee hole and emptying my bladder.
I breathed another moan as my hot pee kept streaming along my legs, and splashing onto the ground and gushing down my legs in thick streams of golden liquid. Finally the flow began to slow as it became a light trickle and ran down my legs and streaming over my feet and shoes onto the ground adding to the already large puddle. Finally it became a slight dribble as the panty hose seemed to wave slightly as the pee ran beneath it. Finally the pee stopped and simply dripped from my panties and pantie hose and even my dress where I held myself.
Suddenly mortified I stared up too face the red Queen. She was tall and well-developed, she had light brown hair that cascaded down to her mid back in luxurious curls. She had iridescent coppery red eyes and her lips were traced with cherry red lip stick and she was dressed in a red dress that showed off both her large cleavage and her long, beautiful tan legs.
My face turned bright red matching her dress as my ears began to burn. My embarrassment knocked me into a slight daze and a quick spurt of urine burned through my panties and splashed onto the ground beneath me. I stuttered before quickly sipping form the vial and I shrank down to the size of a bug as I heard the queen begin to laugh sadistically and I fled. |
Chapter 1
MASQUERADE
Draco just got out of the shower, when Goyle dashed into the bathroom with a postcard in his hands.
"Draco! There’s a part...Ooohh" he screamed, slipping on the wet floor and falling heavily on his butt.
"What the f-” cursed Draco, quickly covering himself with a towel.
Later in the Slytherin common room, everybody was talking about the masquerade that was to take place on Halloween night in the Hogwarts Great Hall.
Draco was not so excited about dressing up. "Students may not enter the party without a costume" he read on the poster and sighed.
But then again, that could be a good occasion for tricking some Griffindors...
"TRICK OR TREAT!?" yelled a voice behind him. He turned and found himself face to face with his father. Draco was so shocked that he tripped on the table leg and fell to the ground.
It was then that he realised it was only Goyle standing in front of him, holding a mask which featured Lucius Malfoy’s face.
Draco was furious. "How dare you… You stupid troglodyte!" he snarled, jumping up and, with a nervous wave of his wand, he had burned the mask down. Goyle realized that it was burning only when the fire touched his fingers, and let go of it with an "ouch!"
The whole room was staring at Draco now, and he felt very embarrassed for getting scared by his father's face like that. They didn't know how scared Draco was of him in real life and they should never find out.
"What are you staring at?!" he screamed at the students, before turning and walking up the stairs to his room.
At 9pm all the students were out in the hallway heading to the Great Hall.
Draco had decided to dress up as a Vampire and had put a charm to his canine teeth to make them a little longer than the others. He couldn’t quite remember why he had decided to let Pansy put black eyeliner on him, but had to admit that it added to the look.
Harry, Hermione and Ron entered the party while Draco was sitting at a table with some other Slytherins.
Hermione was dressed as a fairy; she looked beautiful with her hair up, in a sparkling skirt and with two translucent wings which had been charmed to flutter on her back.
Ron was dressed as a Viking: he was wearing a big hat with long horns, and two braids of red hair were coming out from the side of it.
Harry was dressed as Merlin, with a blue long dress, a cone hat and a long, white beard.
As they passed by his table, Draco pondered the fact that the female mudblood was actually hotter than he had originally thought… but the two boys looked absolutely ridiculous.
" Merlin? .... Epic!" sneered Draco
"How did you get in without a costume, Malfoy?" asked Harry sarcastically.
"Watch out! You’re walking on your beard" smirked Draco before turning back to his friends
"These two!" sighed Hermione and walked past them, dragging Ron with her.
The party turned out to be very nice: the room was crowded, the music good, and there was lots of drinks and food.
Draco was having a blast with his friends, who seemed to have forgotten about his earlier performance.
After many glasses of butter beer, Draco was feeling very full. He had been hanging out with his friends, holding his pee for hours without even noticing, but now his bladder was making itself known. He sat down and tried to ignore it.
After another half hour, however, he was talking to someone when he realised that he couldn't really keep still.
"Would you excuse me?" he said, before dashing in the direction of the bathroom. He was cursing himself for having waited so long; his eyes were filling in tears for the wave of urge that would never stop.
As he reached the bathroom, he couldn't believe the line of people in front of it.
He joined the line restlessly and began lifting his legs up and down and bending forward.
He whimpered and sighed. "I can't hold it any longer!" he thought.
Harry came out of the bathroom and took off his fake beard, throwing it into a bin. He ran into Draco, who was folded in two.
He really didn't like the guy but seeing him like that, he couldn't help wondering what was going on.
"Are you okay, Malfoy?"
"Uh?" Draco didn't even look up.
"It’s Epic Merlin. Are you ok?"
Draco finally stood up, his hands gripping his crotch, his legs bouncing. "I'd say that I am far from okay, Potter! " he said in a broken voice.
Harry realized then that the Ice Prince had to pee really badly and, judging by the long line, he would probably end up wetting himself.
Harry bit his lip to hide a smile. Draco's eyes were watering and the make-up that Pansy had put on his eyes was melting in a vertical line. Harry felt some unexpected warmth, looking at the scene.
"Hey Malfoy, come with me,” said Harry, “There's another bathroom not too far away."
"Are you kidding me, Potter...?" said Draco between clenched teeth, shaking violently.
What had happened to Potter? Why was he helping him out? For a second, Draco’s blood froze thinking about the possibility of being tricked while in his current situation.
"Okay, if you don't want to…” said Harry lightly, and he began to walk away.
"Hold on, Potter! Where is that bathroom?" said Draco impatiently, stomping his feet on the floor, "I can't wait a minute more!"
Harry blushed, he didn't know why in the world he was feeling so excited about seeing his rival squirming like that.
He rushed down a deserted hallway, while Draco was walking behind him and gasping frantically at every step.
The kid suddenly stopped, crossing his legs very tight and bending over. A spurt came out of him and another right after it.
"Here's the bathroom! " said Harry a few steps ahead of him, then he turned to see Draco, and saw him frozen with his legs wrapped around one another.
"I can't hold it...it's coming out..." said Draco, putting all his strength into holding it.
Harry walked back to him. "Come on, mate. You can make it," he said softly
Draco looked at the door of the bathroom: it seemed to be a mile away.
He clenched his muscles and managed to walk to the door, but as he passed through it, he had to stop again.
His bladder twitched violently and he leant on the wall, bending at the waist.
Harry was next to him, and saw his hands clenched to his crotch getting wet and pee flooding through the cloth of his pants and splashing on the floor. A big puddle was growing around him.
Harry was red in the face, his mouth half open. He didn't know what to say: he was feeling confused and excited, but also bad for Draco and he couldn't take his eyes off him.
Draco began to sob, black tears running down his face as he stood there unable to look at Harry's face.
That was so humiliating and he could not imagine what his father would do if he found out...
" D...Draco..." said Harry softly, "Don't worry: no-one will know about this but you and me. I promise."
Draco turned his head to Harry, hearing his first name in the other boy’s voice for the first time. "Thank you, for trying to help me...anyway " he said, sniffing and wiping his tears on the sleeve of his shirt.
Harry waved his wand and cleaned up both Draco and the floor. "No problem," he said.
At that exact moment, Draco's heart sank as he heard the voice of his father, calling him from the hallway.
"This can't be possible!" he said, terrified.
"I saw them walking this way," said the voice of the caretaker.
The bathroom door slammed open, and the two kids started in fear.
"Draco!" said Lucius, quickly glancing at Harry before behaving like he wasn't even there, "I was here at Hogwarts to talk to Dumbledore and decided to see how you were doing. But I couldn't find you anywhere...What are you doing here? Why are you crying?"
He was furious, most of all at seeing his son crying like a baby in front of Potter. He hadn't even seen him crying like that in years.
" I... can explain.." said Draco, shaking
"I am also curious as to what Harry Potter is doing here with you."
The scene was quite equivocal: Harry with his wand out and Draco crying, disarmed.
"I want to know the truth now!" Lucius said in a loud voice
Draco was terrified. He quickly reviewed all the possible lies and realized that, in any case, he would end up being punished.
From his side, Harry understood the tension between father and son. He couldn't even claim that he had attacked Draco and made him cry, because this would be a very humiliating thing for Lucius Malfoy and then Draco would get punished.
"Well," said Lucius, "If no-one is talking, I will assume that Potter will be brought to the headmaster's office to receive the right punishment for using magic against you."
Harry sighed. Draco looked at him and their eyes met for a long second.
"What is going on here?" asked Snape, opening the door of the bathroom.
Harry was getting pale.
"Snape, you arrived just at the right moment. You can take care of Harry’s punishment for using magic against Draco"
"Of course," said Snape, "What happened, incidentally?"
Before Lucius could speak, Draco cut in: "I peed myself."
They all froze.
Harry couldn't believe Draco's words. He had been sure the blond would let Snape punish him for something he didn’t do, not only to be mean as usual, but because- from what Harry could see- he was too afraid of what his father could do to him.
"I had to pee very badly and there was a long line in front of the bathroom," continued Draco, staring at the floor, "Harry told me there was another bathroom not far away and brought me here, but I didn't make it to the stall...that is why I am crying and that is why his wand is out: he just helped clean up."
Harry gulped as he glanced at Lucius’ face; there was no doubt that he was scary-looking.
He saw new tears filling Draco's eyes.
Snape put a hand on Harry's shoulder and pushed him gently out of the door. "I guess we can go now, the mystery is unfolded," he said while gazing at Lucius, who didn't stop staring at Draco, showing all his disappointment.
Harry looked at Draco passing in front of him while leaving the room. The kid was still looking down in surrender.
"Sir," said Harry, while walking at Snape's side, "What is he going to do to Draco?"
"How could I possibly know that, Potter?" said Snape, and left him in front of the Great Hall
Harry went back to Hermione and Ron. He wasn't able to have fun anymore. His eyes kept glancing at the door, hoping to see Draco coming in.
"What's wrong Harry?" asked Hermione, after a while.
Harry decided to tell her and Ron what had happened. They went off into a corner of the hall where they could talk.
"Oh my!" said Hermione after Harry had recounted the story, "I don't know Malfoy at all, but I heard that his father is a very strict person and forces him to be just like him."
"I only hope the punishment isn’t going to be too harsh," said Harry, worried.
"Are you really worried for Malfoy, Harry?! How many butterbeers did you have tonight?" yelled Ron.
" I... " Harry realized what he had just said," I know... it's just that Lucius Malfoy was looking so crazy..."
"Why? Have you seen him looking any better before?" asked Ron, yawning and sinking onto a huge pillow on the floor, "I’m gonna go to bed soon."
"Me too," said Hermione.
When his friends went to bed, Harry decided to go back to the bathroom down the hallway to see if Draco was still there. When he entered the bathroom, he looked at the empty wall where Draco had been leaning before. He sighed and turned to leave, when he heard a noise.
He walked to the stalls and noticed a corner of Draco's mantel coming out from beneath one of them.
Harry stopped in front of it " Draco...?" he said.
No answer.
Harry decided to open the door slowly.
He saw Draco curled in a corner, his back leaning against the wall and his face hidden between his arms.
"Hey," said Harry entering the stall and kneeling in front of him.
"Go away, please,” said Draco, sobbing.
"Are you ok?" asked Harry sympathetically.
Draco slowly lifted his head and Harry gasped. His nose and mouth were bleeding and one of his eyes was red and glassy. Hell, he wasn't even breathing right.
"I'm sorry..." said Harry, feeling very bad. He could have said something before and prevented this. If he only had known what was going to happen, he would have taken the punishment from Snape. It would be no worse than a dozen cauldrons to wash.
"Don’t worry, Potter,” said Draco, leaning his head against the wall and closed his eyes, "I’m used to this.” He paused, and then added "Isn't it Ironic? While one suffers for not having a father, one suffers for having one... Don't we have something in common after all..."
Harry moved fast as Draco then fainted and fell onto his side. He caught the other boy before his head hit the ground.
"Help!" he screamed, confused.
"What’s going on, Harry?"
Harry gasped at the quick answer and turned around, "Moaning Myrtle! I'm so glad you’re here!" he said, relieved.
"Harry, you make me blush! Oh.. Is that Malfoy?" Myrtle asked.
"Please, Myrtle, hurry and call Professor Snape. Please!"
"Okay," said the ghost, and vanished
Harry lent Draco's head on his lap and checked his wrist, though he didn’t really know what he was doing. He felt a slow and feeble beat and he sighed.
A few minutes later, he heard Snape enter the bathroom.
"I'm here!" called Harry
"What happened?" Snape asked, looking down at Draco’s limp body.
"I found him here," said Harry and they looked at each other with the same thought.
Snape lifted Draco’s defenseless body and took him to the hospital wing, Harry following.
After Draco was safely in the hospital wing, Harry went to bed but couldn't sleep. He lay on his bed the whole night without closing his eyes, waiting for the morning to come so that he’d be able to check on Draco.
...to be continued |
Creative Editor : Ishigreensa
Chapter 2
Never thought you’d make me perspire
Never thought I’d do you the same
Never thought I’d fill with desire
Never thought I’d feel so ashamed
Me and the dragon
Can chase all the pain away
(Placebo- My Sweet Prince)
MY SWEET PRINCE
When the cold light of the dawn hit the windows of his room, Harry was already getting dressed.
Ron was still sleeping when he left the dorms, and the whole school was silent and deserted.
He peeped through the glass door of the Hospital wing and saw Draco lying on a bed alone in a bright room. He pushed the door open and approached Draco's bed.
He was sleeping. His pale face had been cleaned up form the blood, and his wounds had been cured. His breathing was calm and regular.
The cold light from the dawn entered through the windows of the room as Harry finished dressing into his trousers and pulled his school robes over himself. Around him, Dean, Neville, and Ron were still quite asleep as he slipped silently out the door.
The entirety of the school was so quiet that Harry had to remind himself that it was indeed morning and he had no need of his invisibility cloak for fear of Professor Snape catching him. He approached the infirmary main door, and as he looked through the transparent glass a sigh of relief came over him.
Draco was sleeping, his pale face cleaned of any blood, his wounds unnoticeable, and his breathing so calm and regular, this was all a huge weight that had lifted from the nearly staggering boy who had slept about as much one could with nightmares ravaging his dreams.
He pushed the door open after seeing that Draco seemed to be alone in the brightly lit room through the glass, and he walked closer to the bed for a better look. Yes, he could breathe easy. Draco was all right.
Harry had last seen him, every muscle in his body now relaxed, content upon letting Draco sleep, he would have turned around, but his attention was captured by the unmissed movement that brought Draco’s open hand closer to his crotch in a most adorable way.
Harry blushed for noticing it and thinking that was adorable!
Draco moaned, and his hand balled into a fist and grabbed the front of the blankets. He squirmed and Harry’s heart gave a heavy heave pulling him towards the boy.
Reaching out tentatively, Harry touched his shoulder once his feet had automatically taken him upon the blond. He shook Draco’s shoulder, gently at first for fear of some unhealed hidden brush, and he called to him in a whisper.
“Draco? Draco…” but as that had little effect, he finally called “Malfoy” in a bit sharper tongue than he had intended startling the boy awake with a jerk as he opened his eyes.
"How are you?" asked Harry furrowed his brow and waited for an answer.
Draco sat up on the bed and rubbed his forehead" I'm...fine I guess, except for some broken bones" he slightly squirmed again.
Harry swayed on the spot, having had little sleep for the worry he had felt all through that evening and into the night. This was not missed by Draco, who could see the red in Harry’s eyes and the slight quietness of the other’s body.
“I’m really sorry for last night,” Harry’s voice was low and sincere “I mean it. I’ve been feeling so bad since I saw….”
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” said Draco now starting to become a little like himself.
" You brought me here?" The blond had disbelief in his cracking voice.
"Technically, that was Professor Snape. I've found you, don't you remember?"
Draco looked away "I remember something..." then let out a whimper and shoved both his hands between his legs under the blanket.
"You okay?" asked Harry.
"You won't believe this," Draco was nervously studying Harry’s eyes. "I have to pee like a frigging centaur! I woke up earlier but nobody was here and I can't really stand up, my knee is injured... so I figured I had to hold and I fell asleep.."
Harry blushed and felt his face warmin up. He looked around for someone to call but nobody was there. "What's wrong with this hospital wing?" He looked back at Draco. His worried expression was showing how bad his need was. "Come on, I'll help you to the bathroom," he said gently.
"Thank you" Draco blushed bending forward "I really can't wait."
Harry got closer. Draco put an arm around his shoulders while Harry held his waist
"ow-ow.."Draco whined quite convincingly as Harry closed his arm against his rib. There were tears in his eyes, and Harry carefully shifted his grip to try to compensate. While trying to manage the boy’s nearly limp body, at least on that side, Harry didn’t see a cord, or a bar, or something, and he tripped dragging the helpless Draco down with him.
"wo-oh!"
"ouch!" screamed the two boys as they touched the floor.
Harry, flat on his back, suddenly felt his stomach getting warm and wet.
He turned to Draco, who had fallen on top of him sideways. His body was tensing, his forehead lean on his arm on the floor, right next to Harry's head.
"I'm sorry Potter..." Draco’s eyes were narrowed, and his voice strained a bit as though he was either trying to hold in a wince or a small chuckle. “I think, I peed on you” he was breathing heavy with the struggle before a bit of a bark-like laugh escaped his lips.
Harry realized what the warmth was, and he bit his lips when he realized Draco was actually laughing and crying at the same time.
Harry couldn't help but laughing himself. "Sorry I tripped...that was my fault" he said to a shaking Draco.
" Stop it..." moaned Draco, still on top of him, in pain while Harry's laughing body was causing his bladder to bounce up and down " I have to pee!" he tried to lift himself on his arms and regain control but he couldn't stop laughing as well.
They wiped their eyes, watching at each other still smiling " yeah...let's go" said Harry
He managed to stand up and helped Draco up.
Harry noticed how light and skinny he was while supporting him through the hallway. Draco's arm around his shoulders felt like an enjoyable contact rather than a weight to bear.
As they arrived in front of the stall, Draco was clenching his already wet crotch. "Thanks, I'll go in alone," he said leaving Harry's shoulder and hanging to the stall's wall.
" Are you sure?" asked Harry noticing that he was having a lot of troubles standing and walking.
"I'll be fi...." Draco collapsed. Harry held him up before he could fall to the ground.
"Uh..." whimpered Draco "fuck!" he gasped as he realized his bladder had just given in and pee was gushing out inside his underwear"
Harry heard a hissing sound, and immediately knew what was going on.
He lifted Draco up, putting his arm back around his shoulders and opening the stall with a soft kick, and he stirred the kid in front of the toilet.
Draco managed to free himself and finally pee in the bowl.
Harry's heart was beating fast, as he saw the clear and forceful stream, hitting the ground first, and then adjusting into the bowl.
He was afraid of his feelings. Draco's body so close to him shaking and sighing in relief was making him shudder.
"Oh...God!" said Draco leaning a hand on the tile in front of him and turning his head down "I'm really sorry..."
"That's ok" said Harry smiling.” I hope you feel better now."
Draco smiled, and didn't move. Harry couldn't see his eyes, which were covered from the blond forelocks, but his face was wet in tears.
"I do." He said softly, then he raised his head up and glanced embarrassingly at Harry's wet shirt.
Harry waved his wand cleaning up both of them and the floor.
When they got back, Draco sat in his bed, aching all over. Harry noticed that his right ankle was wrapped in gauze, under his pajamas. He couldn't stop thinking on how brutally his father had beaten him.
"Harry," said Draco looking down. "Thank you for coming back to look for me last night.
I think you saved my life. None of my friends, or even my family has ever done all this for me, before."
Harry was surprised. Draco calling him by his first name and saying those words! The Ice prince was truly melting in front of his eyes.
"I didn't mind doing that" said Harry, "I'm sure your friends like you, I can tell. If they had the chance they would do that too." he wasn't really sure of that.
"It's not them," said Draco gravely. "It's me, my attitude...I never confide in anyone, and I am always mean to them..."
Draco sighed. "Last night, before we met in front of the bathroom, I was planning a mean trick on you and your friends. I just wanted you to know that."
Harry smirked. "Well...fuck you, then!"
Draco smiled. "You're going to be late for class, Potter," he said as he was lying in bed. "See you."
"Get well soon," said Harry leaving the room. He stretched his lips in a large smile as he turned around, and so did Draco.
...to be continued
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Edited March 12, 2012 by antifairy
edited by request of Ranma23
(see edit history) |
Episode three
DON'T PLAY WITH ME 'CAUSE YOU PLAY WITH FIRE
As soon as Harry left the Infirmary, Draco's mind drifted to the night before and his smile soon disappeared.
He shuddered as he recalled the first strong slap he got from his father and the way he literally flew to the ground.
He closed his eyes and tried to forget the rest of it, his fists clenched on the blanket.
His heart was beating so fast, that he could feel it in his head, when Professor Snape and Dumbledore, entered the infirmary and walked to his bed.
Draco wiped his eyes quickly. "Good morning son” said Dumbledore looking over the boy.
"Good morning" said Draco and sat up on his bed.
"How are you feeling today?" asked the Professor Snape, trying to hide his concern.
"I'm good,” said Draco flatly. Snape and Dumbledore glanced at each other
"You have been beaten almost to death last night. I have to mention that Potter saved your life,” said Dumbledore.
Draco hunched his shoulders "I see"
"Draco" continued Dumbledore, moving closer "We already suspect who to blame for this but, we need you to confirm it"
Draco looked down, he recalled the slap again "It's my father" said faintly, and his eyes filled up in tears.
Dumbledore turned at Snape sighing, "As we thought..."
He put a hand on Draco's shoulder and said gently "Don't worry Draco your father will never know that you said that to us"
"I owe you an apology for not avoiding this" Said Snape to the kid " I didn't Imagine such a thing"
"Thank you" said Draco fighting the tears.
"Madam Pomfrey said you'll be able to go back to school in a few days. Let me Know if you need anything" Said Dumbledore and the two men left the infirmary.
Draco laid back in his bed, tears running down his face without control. He knew his father was very powerful and no one could do anything to protect him from him.
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Harry was in class but he wasn't really there. "Harry!" Hushed Hermione "what are you staring at?" and she glanced out of the window to see what Harry's eyes were pointing at.
"Nothing..." said Harry confused
Nobody would accept that him and Draco could be friends, thought Harry.
He was sure that Ron and Hermione would understand how he was feeling, if he'd tell them the whole story, but he was too ashamed to do that. He pretended he didn't even see Draco after he talked to them at the party last night.
All they had known from Harry the night before was that Draco had accidentally wet himself and his father was mad at him. Although they agreed on keeping the secret, because of Draco being nice to Harry, avoiding him an undeserved detention.
"Have you heard of Malfoy?" said Hermione low voice
"N..no.. What about him?" lied Harry
"He's at the Infirmary" said Hermione raising her eyebrows "do you think his father had beaten him so badly?"
"That’s possible...he was very mad at him last night. I told you" replied Harry. He sighed and tried to concentrate on the lesson.
**********
Days went by, and nobody, except Harry, Draco, and the two teachers knew the truth of what happened. Only that, Harry and Draco knew something more about it.
Harry never returned to the Infirmary and behaved as usual, because he thought that, was what Draco wanted, when he last said goodbye to him that day, because that was keeping the usual balance between Hogwarts' houses, and because that was what Ron and Hermione would expect form him.
He didn't speak nor asked about Draco to anyone, for at least four days.
Although when he was passing by some Slytherin, he was carefully listening at every murmur, until one day, he picked up that Draco was out of the Infirmary.
The morning after Harry saw Draco at the Slytherin table at breakfast. They exchanged a quick look and nothing else.
Later in the day, Harry, who hadn't had one class with him yet, saw Draco through the bathroom mirror running behind him towards the stalls, holding his crotch and cursing.
Harry heard the stall's door slamming and the stream of pee hitting the water. He opened the sink and kept washing his hands.
Draco came out of the stall and joined Harry at the sink "woo...just in time!" he sighed washing his hands.
Harry noticed his expression was concerned.
"Everything all right?" asked Harry
"Yeah..." he said quickly "well actually not..."
"What’s up?" asked Harry curious
"What do you want to know Potter?" said Draco cold.
Harry was caught short on that, why was he being that bitchy now?
Draco glanced at the Door to be sure none was coming in and finally looked at Harry, unusually checking him out, from his head to his feet, very quickly, before lowering his voice
"Have you told to anyone?", asked. His gray eyes where thin and his look suspicious.
"No." said Harry firmly looking into them
"Keep your Gryffindor friends apart from my personal issues. Understood?" Draco was as cold as the ice, which was his habitual temperature, but also so different from five days earlier, like nothing had happened between them.
Harry tried to hide his disappointing. Something was wrong but he couldn't tell what.
"I gave you my word I wouldn't. And I haven’t told anyone!" replayed Harry angrily
Draco' s lips curved up slightly on one side "don’t play with me Potter" he said looking directly into the green eyes.
And he left the bathroom.
Harry stood there, leaning over the sink, trying to figure out why he was so happy to see Draco again, and how stupid was he feeling now, for thinking that he could have changed somehow, and never be the rival he had been before.
He wondered if Hermione of Ron had leaked some information about him, and left the bathroom buried in his thoughts.
...to be continued |
Episode four
LOVE POTION N°9
Harry and Draco were looking at each other from their breakfast tables in the Great Hall.
Draco was sipping his coffee and Harry some juice.
They knew they were going to be attending Potions together in a couple of hours
"Good morning" said Snape entering the class in his usual bad mood.
Harry glanced at Draco one row further on the left. He was sitting there, his head leant on his hand, ankles crossed, slowly swinging his foot under the chair.
"Potion N°9" proclaimed Snape, and started writing on the chalkboard. Or better the chalk did.
"This is a powerful love potion, created in the far Middle Age from European wizards..."
"love potion...Interesting!" smiled Ron
"Uh...looser?" smirked Hermione and laughed softly at the look she got in replay. Harry smiled as well.
"This is one of the most dangerous potion existing in the whole world, that's why I will not teach you how to make it, but only the history of it. The ingredients I will list to you are missing the last and most important one. Only few powerful wizards are allowed to know it"
"I'm sure Dumbledore knows it" said Hermione to Ron who was already looking disappointed for the denial.
"The human being who will ingest the potion will fall in love of the man or woman who is standing in front of his eyes, right after the potion's reaction"
Harry noticed that Draco was looking at professor's Snape with a grave expression.
Snape glanced at him, and kept going.
" The consequences of this induced love, are lethal. The unfortunate will love the other person with his whole energy, forgetting about himself, and every need of his body until he will helplessly starve himself to death. The damages of this potion are not reversible in any case."
All the students were watching at Snape with wide eyes. He almost shook when he glanced at the class not expecting all those intense looks.
All, except Draco, who was now staring down at his table and he looked like he was about to cry.
One hour and 40 minutes later they were writing down notes, while Harry raised his head and noticed that Draco was looking fidgety.
He was clenching the edges of the chair and slightly bending over at the waist, stretching his back. His thighs where pressed together.
Harry was worried, but suddenly realized he had never seen Draco in such an obvious predicament in class before. And never remembered him asking to go to the bathroom once. Although he recalled some times seeing him leaving the room in a hurry at the end of a long class, letting his staff behind, and walking a little stiff with watery eyes.
He didn't know why Draco had been always so composed in holding himself, that he never noticed it. And he didn't know why he never asked to be excused. But now he was looking kind of helpless.
The class was dismissed 20 minute later, and before Harry could raise his head he felt the air moving and realized Draco just dashed out of the room. He turned at his table and saw his staff was left there.
"Ron take my staff please, I have to go to the bathroom" Said Harry, and left the room.
He entered the bathroom and heard a sound of water splashing on the floor and Draco's voice cursing, spotted the stall where the voice was coming from and approached it.
He heard that Draco had managed to end up peeing in the bowl, but half of it was on the floor
"Malfoy?"
"Get lost!" said Draco from inside the stall. Harry noticed the kid cleaning the floor and his clothes with a spell before getting out of the stall, his eyes were red and wet he looked worried.
"What’s wrong with you?" said Harry as he passed by him
Draco stopped and turned over "Do you really wanna know?"
"Yes, I've never seen you like this before in class, I thought you were feeling sick" said Harry
Draco hardly believed how sincere was Harry's voice. He wasn't used to people talking to him like that or being worry for him. But he had so much going on in his head at the moment and he wished to have someone to talk to. But he had no one. What was tormenting him was something he couldn't speak about. He looked angrily at Harry's face and said
"Ever since Halloween I am having issues holding for a long time. I've always done that without problems but now, when I am already into it for a while, and I think I can hold longer, few minutes later I have to dash to the bathroom! I don't know what's going on with me and this is fucking humiliating!" Even though this was bothering him, it was not the real cause of his sorrow.
"Do you think your father had hurt you that much?" asked Harry, concerned.
"What do you care? Did you want another thing to laugh about?" said Draco aggressively.
"That's not funny! I have never laughed about that! I've kept, and will keep, the secret. What made you think I didn't? What happened?"
" Sure..." said Draco skeptically "and you expect me to believe you?"
"Yes!” said Harry sincerely
"I don't, Harry Potter. And I can't. Things don't change like that. Return to your Gryffindors and stay out of my way!" said Draco leaving the bathroom
*****************
Harry was lying on his bed, still dressed, he kept thinking of Draco's words.
" I can't,” he repeated to himself. "Why? "
He sat up on the bed and checked the magic map just out of curiosity and he realized Draco was not in his room. Harry glanced at the clock, it was midnight already.
He took the map and the invisibility cloak and silently left the dorm, following Draco's steps.
"Lumos" he said and his wand lit up the way, he walked until he was close enough to Draco and then put the light off.
He approached the corner of the hallway and saw Draco raising his wand towards the wall, which opened up, revealing the Room of lost things. The kid entered and Harry followed behind him.
He followed Draco from far and, as he stopped, he hid behind some forniture. Although he was invisible he was too scared of being seen.
"Did you want to see me, sir?" said Draco to someone
"I was waiting for you. I don't like waiting,” said a voice that Harry recognized as Lucius Malfoy.
"I'm sorry sir" said Draco
" I am very disappointed of your latest behavior, not to mention what happened few days ago. You are a member of the Malfoy family and you are my only child. I won't forgive any mistake! I had risen you in the better way, and I expect you to show how well I did"
"Yes sir" said Draco
-This is insane- thought Harry and noticed Draco was clenching his fist around his wand and shaking a bit.
" What happened today?” said Lucius
"Nothing" replied Draco
"Why do you lie to me?" he screamed
"I'm not ..Ii...aahh!"
Harry heard the clear sound of a slap and Draco fell on the floor. Harry's heart was pounding like crazy. Peeped out of his hiding place and saw Draco getting up from the floor with a hand on his face.
Harry thought about calling Dumbledore but he was afraid that this, was could be even worse for Draco. He hoped his father was going to stop beating him.
"Do you really think I can't see you when you don't see me? I have my ways to check on you. And I swear, If I’ll know you had wet yourself in public again I will..." said Lucius furious
"What?" screamed Draco all of a sudden "You're gonna kill me? Go ahead! Do it! I can't live like this!"
Lucius took his son from the neck of his shirt and pressed him against the wall "Don't you dare answer to me! You are a pure blood dark wizard! You are not supposed to show your weakness, give up you pride or drop your guard, in no case! "
"You know I am not a pure blood!" said Draco having troubles breathing.
-What?!- Wondered Harry and he shuddered at the sound of another strong slap.
Harry rose from his hideout and looked at Draco. His mouth was bleeding and his eyes wet.
"How dare you to say that? Are you insulting your mother?"
"That's not my mother! You killed my mother!! You gave her the potion didn't you? I know you did! Why did she starved herself to death?!!" He screamed, but he got shut by another slap
"We will never argue about this again. I will check on you more often now, you have lost my trust. Be sure I won't find you again like I did. And don't let me see you talking to Harry Potter again. Is this clear? Now go and be the dark wizard you were born to be!"
He left his shirt and Draco fell on the floor.
Lucius Disappeared in a zap.
Harry observed Draco who was shaking, hands and knees on the floor, his head down. He struggled up breathing deeply and angrily; he violently kicked the door of an old cupboard and screamed crying.
Then he walked back with long steps, his face tear-stricked and bleeding, his eyes as icy as ever, and left the room.
Harry couldn’t sleep at all, that night. Now, he new the reason why Draco was behaving like that.
He couldn't trust Harry because he wasn't allowed to. He was so good in holding himself without asking to go to the bathroom because of his father requests! and... He was not a pure blood wizard as everybody thought. Apparently His real mother was a half-blood or better a muggle born! And what about that potion? Did he just realize what happened when today Snape told us about it...? Harry was shocked and felt so bad for Draco that he almost desired to help him out.
The day after, he didn't see Draco at breakfast, but while heading towards DADA class he spotted him in the hallway with Snape.
"What happened to your face Malfoy? " Asked the professor
" I fell from my broomstick" he lied
Snape sighed "I thought you were a good liar. Talk to me if you need anything ok?"
"I don't need anything" said Draco cold and walked away running into Harry in front of the door. He didn't even look at him and entered the class.
Hermione and Ron were wondering what as making Harry so silent and worried. they couldn't help noticing he was often glancing at Malfoy.
"What’s wrong with you Harry?" asked Ron
"Nothing..." he lied
....to be continued |
I am feeling so much tenderness for my maniac, bipolar, unemotional, blonde!
Episode five
I WON'T BE NO RUNAWAY 'CAUSE I WON'T RUN
"I can’t believe this!!" Said Hermione, and leaned back on the armchair of a deserted common room.
Ron was staring at Harry in silence.
"I know..." said Harry.
He desperately needed to talk to someone and couldn't help but telling them, he casually run into a discussion of Malfoy and his father again, and could catch him talking about his mother and the potion. But that was all he said.
Hermione was worried and excited "His mother was probably a muggle born, and maybe Lucius fell in love with her so much, that he decided to do this incautious thing and give her the potion.... no no no.. If Draco remembers that...then maybe his mother was already married to Lucius and Draco was a little kid...Ah! Maybe she realized Lucius was a Dark wizard and decided to leave him, so he gave her the potion to avoid the family to be dishonored!"
" But he didn't know what he was doing and he killed her", Continued Harry.
" So now he is mad at himself and he throws all that on the poor Draco with his strict rules and staff... And Draco lost his mother" said Hermione sadly.
"Wow" said Ron
"I feel bad for him...I didn't imagine he was so troubled...Actually he is so mean sometimes, that I could have thought about it." sighed Hermione.
Harry was relieved she said that, and he was glad he was able to share the news with his friends again.
**********
Harry was consulting the marauder's map lying on his stomach over the blanket of his bed. Draco was apparently also lying on his bed in his room.
Harry looked at the time. It was midnight.
He wanted to go deep in this mystery. He had felt something so powerful when he had been close to Draco that he decided not to investigate on what that was, but just follow it.
The kid wasn't talking to him at all, but not even trying to communicate in other ways. Harry was feeling like Draco wasn't just forced to do that but also not interested in being his friend at all, and he was beginning to resign to it. He thought that he couldn't avoid Draco's father violence but he could maybe try to protect him or at least be there. So he was checking the map every night to see if Draco was going somewhere.
Since that first time, at the room of lost things, Draco had never left his room again at midnight. Only a few days had passed by and Harry was sure it was going to happen again soon.
All of a sudden he saw Draco moving out of his dorm. Harry stood up in silence and took the cloak of invisibility, the map, and his wand left the room.
He followed the blonde for a long walk into the castle being careful not to be noticed even though sometimes Draco was turning around suspicious pointing his lit wand at him.
The kid had a very good ear. He was really never lowering his guard. Harry had a hard time following him safely.
As they begin to go up a stair Harry realized he had been there before.
He arrived a little after Draco and stopped behind the big stone handrail of the stairs watching the other walking towards something tall covered in a big dark sheet.
Harry felt a pang when Draco pulled the sheet off it.
He saw the blonde watching intensely at the silvery surface of the mirror and touching it with the tip of his fingers.
Harry almost gasped when a woman, of rare beauty appeared in the mirror and smiled in a disarming way at Draco.
Her hair was as blond as Draco's and her eyes as gray as his, but sweet and warm.
Harry watched the scene astonished.
Draco seemed to literally drink the woman's smile as milk from her brest. He inspired slowly until his eyes fell up in tears and he fell on his knees, leaning his hands on the ground. He was crying, as Harry had never him seen before.
Unlike his angry tears in front of Lucius, this cry was so desperate and deep that Harry almost started crying himself. He clenched his hand to the stone for sopping himself to go just go there and hug him.
The woman suddenly changed expression.
Her face was scared and started shaking her head watching Draco. But he was crying head down and didn't see her. Harry knew something was wrong. Stood up, he had a terrible feeling and glanced at Draco noticing he was slowly looking up as he felt something too.
Harry was faster then the light
In one quick movement he jumped and kneeled at Draco's side covering him under the invisibility cloak and holding him down in his position he put an arm around him and pressed his hand on his mouth. " We are invisible right now don't move" he whispered in his ear.
In that exact instant Lucius Malfoy appeared on top o the stairs.
Harry was holding up his wand in his free hand.
He could feel Draco's tears wetting his hand and his body shaking in fear as the father appeared few steps from them. The kid didn’t say a word only looked at Lucius petrified.
"Where are you?!" screamed Lucius furious then approached the mirror and stopped one inch from Draco who held his breath.
The woman was still there because Draco was there, but luckily his father didn't know that. He looked inside the mirror and seeing the woman he was confused. He stood there watching at the figure that was now looking very grave and cold.
Harry and Draco saw what seemed to be the ghost of tear coming inside Lucius eyes. But he burst out in rage right after and lifting his wand against the mirror and the image disappeared.
He looked shocked and disappeared in after 3 long steps toward the dark.
Harry and Draco let go their breath at the same time. Draco turned at Harry watching inside the green eyes for a long second in silence. Harry was frozen from that look he had and almost feared the boy. Then Draco stood up and got out of the cloak stopping two feet from Harry and having his shoulder to him. Shoulders, that Harry noticed where shaking in sobs.
Harry slowly took the cloak off and stood up behind Draco in silence.
"Why?" said Draco angrily?
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you, I... was trying to protect you...I was afraid that.."
Draco suddenly turned to him and taken the neck of Harry's shirt with both hands he put his gray eyes on Harry's surprised face screaming, "What the fuck were you thinking?! Don’t you understand Potter?! You have to stay far from me! My father is going to kill me, and you, if you don't stop getting in the way! Back the fuck up!!" And he left go of his shirt. Harry looked at him but couldn't say a word.
He suddenly felt something on his right side, he felt like he was being watched and quickly turned his head to find the mirror reflecting his parents.
Draco looked at the image then at Harry.
Because of his father being so powerful and important in the Wizards world he knew a lot about Harry, maybe more than Harry thought. And he had always been secretly respectful of his scar and his past because in some way he was feeling like Harry was the only person he knew, that had suffered as much as he did, in his childhood.
Although, that would be always the first thing he would use to hurt him, simply because he knew how much that would hurt.
Draco had been raised to be his rival, and that mission was written inside him like a modified chromosome. But he wasn't born like that, that's why he would notice and feel deeply the weakness of Harry, when it would show up, with a mixed sensation of power and sympathy.
"Don't look at it Harry... That mirror is worse than a curse,” said Draco. Harry's heart was pounding, he knew what that mirror was, and he knew how Draco was feeling when looking at it.
Moved the sheet with a spell of his wand covering the mirror, and his parents’ faces with a broken heart.
Draco, face still stricken in tears, was standing there in front of him looking at the process in grief as if he was attending the funeral of a beloved person.
They stood there in solemn silence for some seconds.
Draco sighed. He wiped his eyes with his hand. ""I didn't spoke up, because I didn't want him to know that you were there! What makes you think I enjoy being beaten by him all the time? I can't hide out! Have you asked yourself why nobody has ever done anything to stop him? My life is signed Harry! And yours too. But, in such different ways, that you don't even imagine. ...Run away! Far from me! You don't want to be my friend"
"You're so wrong Draco" said Harry realizing the blond was calling him his first name. " I only hope I avoided you to be trashed for once"
"You'd better go. My father will come look for me again because he didn't find me. And this, had only made things worse"
"NO! I won't go away!" said Harry angrily.
"Stay out of it!" said Draco before giving a last sad glance to the mirror, turning around and running down the stairs.
Harry stood there, glanced to the mirror too, and then left the room.
Harry checked the map all night and saw that Draco had never left the common room and he never went to bed.
The next morning Harry noticed Draco was looking very worn out. His hair was wet and messy like he just took a shower but his face was tired for the sleepless night.
Harry was also tired; he hadn't slept more than him.
Draco glanced at him from his table at breakfast sipping at his second coffee, trying to wake up.
"Open -The history of potions- at page 68. The potion of the five witches.." Said Snape sitting at his desk.
Hermione and Ron were looking at Harry worried for his health. Harry was listening to the lesson but his mind was not on that.
"This potion is famous for being made of 5 ingredients all coming from the body of 5 female creatures...,” continued Snape while the class was taking notes.
The first hour and 40 minutes passed very fast for Harry that was almost sleeping with open eyes.
As he shook himself, to avoid of falling over his book, he glanced at Draco once, then twice...
He could see him sitting very tense. His hand, holding the edge of the chair, was slightly shaking.
Harry felt sorry. He looked around and noticed that Snape was looking at Draco.
"Something wrong Mr. Malfoy?" he asked to the boy.
Draco answered clearly. "No Sir"
Snape looked back at him suspiciously then continued with the lesson.
Harry knew that exact moment that Draco was feeling really angry for having attracted the attention of Snape and that he was in such a pain he couldn't move a muscle. Or better, he was being rock steady in a situation where a normal person would have been squirming like mad on the chair. But his hidden shaky hand was betraying him and his eyes were pretty watery too.
Harry looked at the time, 15 minutes left. He wondered if Draco could really hold that long. He noticed he had started squirming but only moving a bit his thighs.
Ten minutes later, Harry was in pain only watching at him. He was keeping still but at what price! His thighs squeezed together his back stiff and his hands were almost crashing the wood of the chair.
Harry was sure he wasn't going to make it this time.
When the teacher dismissed the class Harry noticed Draco's head was down and he was saying, "fuck off!" to Goyle who was trying to make sure he was ok. But he didn't dare to stand up.
Only Harry and Snape remained behind while the students were almost all gone.
Ron and Hermione stopped on the door looking back at Harry
"Mr. Malfoy are you ok?" Said Snape walking to Draco's table and trying to figure out what was his problem
Draco's head was still down, the soft blond wisps falling in front. They couldn't see his eyes but they could see the tears falling down.
"I...m..ok.." mumbled Draco faintly.
Harry Looked at Professor Snape and knew that Draco was hoping he would just leave so that If he was going to have an accident he could just clean up avoiding someone to see it.
But Snape was not leaving.
"Malfoy, you don't look ok, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?"
"I said I'm ok! " said Draco between clenched teeth, but he left out a whimper and bent over straining his eyes.
"Come with me to the Infirmary Malfoy" said Snape
"No, Sir. Just leave please!" Said Draco this time his voice was broken. He was past the limit and he didn't even know how could he be still holding.
"Please.." he said again when Snape touched his shoulder to push him back a beat and see his face " Malfoy this is ..."
He stopped as he heard a splashing sound and realized that pee was gushing out of that shaking body uncontrollably and running down the chair, hitting the floor. Draco was bending over and moaning.
Harry was paralyzed. He already knew that this was going to cost Draco another load of violence.
"Malfoy! Why didn't you ask to leave the class earlier?!" Asked Snape disappointed just realizing what the problem was.
Draco didn't say anything, his forehead on the table; hands still clenched to the chair and couldn't move.
He was only hoping Snape was the only person in the room.
Bu Harry was there and Ron and Hermione as well. Harry walked out immediately dragging his friends with him keeping as quiet as he could.
Snape bent on the kid put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him up.
Draco was sobbing in tears and shaking.
Snape was feeling so sorry for him; the kid was looking so helpless...
" Draco", said softly, waving his wand and cleaning up all the mess. " You need to explain to me what's the matter with you. I have never seen you acting like this."
Draco was just as silent as before.
"You are a good student and a brilliant wizard and you are always the most composed of the whole class. Now what the hell happened to make you do this?"
"I can't talk to you,” said Draco "Can I leave now, please?"
"Of course.." sighed Snape knowing that it was not the moment to argue.
Draco left the class and dashed to the nearest bathroom. He was heading to a stall to free himself of the most part of what had been holding, when he froze halfway and turned back.
His father was waiting for him there.
"I...I just have to .." Mumbled the kid
"Come here" said Lucius
"Yes, Sir" said Draco and moved closer.
*
Meanwhile, Harry Ron and Hermione were hanging out on top of the stairs, discussing the situation.
"I am shocked, indeed " said Hermione "I have never seen Malfoy so defenseless!"
Harry thought that was a thing Draco would appreciate to hear.
"It's just weird... now that I think about it I never recall once Draco asking to leave the class in this 3 years.." Said Ron
"You’re right..." said Hermione.
"I'm not surprised he was bursting!" laughed Ron
"Oh, stop it!" said Hermione.
Harry listened to their voices in silence. He was so glad to have friends like them.
*
"Come closer" said Lucius looking at his son shaking "Where is your dignity? stop shaking already!"
"I was going... to the bathroom...can you just let me.."
"Silence!" Lucius shut him up "I thought you already pissed on the dungeon floor in front of you teacher"
Draco was so frustrated he thought he was going to pass out.
"That was an accident...I couldn't hold it long enough...I tried. I was able to do that before that night!"
"What night?" Asked Lucius impatient
"Halloween " Said Draco looking at the floor and tensing his very stressed muscles. He squirmed helplessly and bent over.
"Stand straight!" screamed his father
" I have to pee...please"
Lucius took his son's arm and dragged him to the wall, then he put his face in front of the kid's face, pressing his body against the tiles while he was trying to free himself from the iron clench squirming and moving around.
"Stop moving!" his father voice was terrorizing him.
He stopped moving with all his strength, but as soon as he did, he started crying and peeing on the floor out of control.
Lucius backed up "What are you doing?" said angrily and slapped him so strong that the ring he was wearing left a deep scratch on Draco's face.
Draco was exhausted "please stop! Stop! Please! " He said covering his face and crying as he slipped his back slowly down the wall on the ground just sitting in his puddle.
Lucius realized that was the first time Draco ever asked him to stop.
"I am deeply disappointed. Next time I won't be this patient,” He said and after cleaning the floor and the kid with a spell he disappeared.
***
"Oh shit! I forgot something in the dungeon, see you there, ok?" Harry said to Ron and Hermione while they were leaving the stairs to go to class.
He dashed down to the dungeon and peeped from the class door looking for Draco. It was empty.
He thought he didn't se anyone walking up the stairs as they had been there all the time.
He peeped into the keyhole of Snape's office and found Snape with a finger up his nose. He assumed he was alone.
Then he saw the hallway taking to the bathroom.
He rushed through it and opened the bathroom door to find Draco sitting on the floor holding his head in his hands and shaking.
"What happened?" Said Harry kneeling in front of him and trying to see his face
But Draco pushed him back violently and stood up "Leave me alone!" he screamed like crazy. His voice was drained.
Harry landed back on his hands then quickly stood up reaching Draco trying to hold his wrists while the blonde was pushing him away and screaming in a desperate cry. "I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Draco stop! Listen to me! " He noticed the deep scratch on his face "Was your father here? Talk to me!! Draco!"
Harry managed to block his hands and break through them, closing his arm around him; he hugged his shaky skinny body.
Draco widened his eyes for a second. Suddenly stopped screaming and floundering about, and slowly, leaned his head on Harry's shoulder crying softly.
Harry was shaking a bit too. He felt some tears burning into his eyes. He held his rival in his arms and leaned an open hand on his back, feeling the heart pounding inside him and the frantic breathing gradually calming down.
Draco didn't hug him back, and this was making Harry even sadder for him. It was like he didn't even know what that was; probably last time he had been hugged he was a baby.
But he seemed to surrender at the power of that comforting feeling, and at the flow of energy that Harry had known before and now happily realizing it hadn't been just a dream.
They stood there for a couple of minutes, until Draco slowly moved back, his head down, and walked away.
Harry turned over and looked at the boy approaching the door "I won't run away!" said to him.
Draco stopped for a second, and then left the bathroom in silence.
......to be continued |
Episode six
WE DON'T BLEED WHEN WE DON'T FIGHT
Draco was lying flat on his bed, wrapped in his bathrobe after a long hot shower.
He didn't show up at the next class
He was thinking about his mother and trying to remember as much as he could of her. The image of her drinking out of a small bottle in front of Lucius was tormenting him. He remembered how she stopped taking care of him, and herself, only keeping busy around Lucius, until she had the strength to do that. Then she would be in bed for months, without eating, always longing for the presence of Lucius that was gradually running away from her, and refusing to see Draco or any other person, and in the end passing away.
Draco's heart was broken, he closed his eyes.
He tried to go backwards in his memories, to catch something good and he recalled his mother spreading her arms at him. In that moment his mind moved to Harry.
****
"What's that?" asked Hermione to Harry as he sat next to her in the classroom, still breathing too fast for the rush.
Harry looked at his shirt and realized that it had a large wet pouch on the shoulder. He sighed. "Nothing” said clumsily. Bur Hermione was staring at it closer and stopped his hand when he tried to touch it.
"Hold on Harry" she said and taken a small empty bottle from her bag, she waived her wand on top of Harry's shoulder and the wetness started to sparkle as it gathered into a shapeless shiny mass hanging from Hermione's wand. She lifted it up, put it in the bottle and closed it.
"Who's tears are these?" she asked at Harry's surprised face.
****
Draco fell asleep, and slept for hours until someone entered the room and woke him up.
"Draco!" said Goyle surprised "You didn't show up at dinner. Are you ok?"
Draco rubbed his face and sat up on his bed " I was feeling sick. But I am ok now" he said quietly.
"You didn't eat anything... want some of these?" said Goyle showing a box of crackers.
****
"Ouch! Can you pay attention?" said Hermione to Ron when he walked on her foot.
"Sorry! It’s dark in here!" hushed Ron trying to walk properly, squeezed in between Her and Harry under the Invisibility cloak.
"Here we are" said Harry opening the door of Dumbledore office.
Some old sleeping wizard in the paintings snored loudly.
"Keep quiet. The Pensieve is there" said Harry walking towards a big stone bowl.
The three kids looked into the bowl, their faces lit by the shiny surface of the liquid inside it.
"Go ahead Hermione" Harry touched the surface with his wand
Hermione uncapped the little bottle and poured it in the Pensieve. They approached their faces to the surface and they felt gently dragged into it.
They landed inside the dark, big, room of a castle and saw a blond woman was lying on a sumptuous bed. Her face was to skinny, dark circles were ruining the beautiful gray eyes and her thin body was almost not making a shape under the blankets.
Harry recognized Draco's mother. The door of the room opened and a 9 years old Draco entered with a plate in his hands. He approached the bed and tried to feed the woman the content of the plate with a spoon.
She pushed him away, throwing the food on the ground and turning her face the other side.
"Mom.." said Draco faintly " please eat... Mom!" the kid sat on the bed surrendered and slowly caressed his mother's feet over the blanket.
The three hearts sank in the corner of the room
The memory changed. They were now in a big living room where Lucius was talking to someone but they couldn't see who he was. Draco was listening at the conversation hidden behind a door.
"I don't have a choice,” said Lucius "I can't allow this to happen"
"All right. Here is the potion N°9. You need to put the last ingredient in it and after that, you only have few minutes to administer the potion." said the voice
"I understand..." answered Lucius grave "Is my son going to be affected in any way from this?"
"Lucius, you know you can't do this without consequences..." said the voice
"Will he die?"
"Not necessary, it depends on the percentage... I guess the Dark Lord can help you with that, because you did so much for him"
The memory changed again. Lucius was taking a blood sample from Draco's arm. Draco was quiet even though his look was worried. "Am I sick?" he asked to his father
"No, you're not. Just keep quiet and go to your room" said Lucius, nervous
A rapid change of memory pushed the three kids out of the pensive violently after a fast and scary second in which they all saw the face of You Know Who smiling and getting closer"
"Oh my God!!" said Hermione shaking with tears in her eyes, sitting up on the marble floor.
"This is more complicated that we thought" said Harry shocked
"So...was Draco's blood the secret ingredient?" asked Ron shaking.
"Maybe.." said Hermione
One of the wizards in the paintings mumbled something in his sleep
"Let's go guys" said Harry taking the memory back from the Pensive and picking up the invisibility cloak.
****
Draco was under a hot morning shower when he realized that he hadn't seen his father in one week.
He hoped that things would just stop being so stressful. For the past week Harry and his two friends where watching him all the time and he was so annoyed about it. He hoped Harry hadn't told them what happened in the bathroom or any other thing he could know about him.
He couldn't stop thinking at the hug he received from him and how powerful and disarming that was. But there was no way that it would happen again. And he was not going to talk to Potter any more.
He decided to keep it straight, and avoid giving his father another chance to be an asshole. He didn't really want to see him that often, by the way.
Therefore, he was going to the bathroom at every chance he had, and for some days he didn't have painful holding sessions or accidents. He was also feeling better and able to hold longer, almost like before.
He felt like everything was going back to its sad but quiet normality and he was feeling relieved.
Harry was a little bothered that Draco was totally ignoring him but he decided to give him a break and let him keep up with his rituals in order not to get trashed again.
Harry understood from Draco's face and from checking the marauder's map that Draco's father had not returned at the castle for the past week and he was happy about it. Draco was looking more healthy and relaxed.
"Huff I hate this stairs!" panted Ron walking up to the divination classroom "Hey is this the Slytherins week?" asked to Harry
"It must be that" said Harry seeing the students joining the class.
Dumbledore decided to make a week any 3 month in which the classes would be mixed up so that the students could have an idea of other subjects and share something more. He was very interested in keeping peace and friendship among the wizards of tomorrow.
Draco was half way on the long stair when he realized he had forgot to go to the bathroom since before lunch, and cursed himself. But professor Sybil Trelawney was climbing the stair few feet down and he didn't dare ask to go back for a moment. Not to mention he would have been late.
He tried to think of what did he drink at lunch, and sadly remembered the salty broth he had, that made him drink too much water without noticing.
He tried to calm down and think it was going to be all right.
That was his first time in that class and he was surprised by the place looking more like a tearoom than like a class. He sat on the same table of Goyle and he realized Harry was sitting at his right with Hermione and the boring weasel.
He suddenly noticed the large teacup put upside down on a plate in front of him and realized every student had one.
The teacher started the class with her usual drawling voice. After the first few words of the teacher Draco was already sick of the lesson.
40 minutes into the lesson, Hermione pinched Harry's arm. "Ouch!" said Harry massaging it. "What?"
"What’s wrong with Malfoy?" she asked.
Harry turned at him and recognizes his typical elegant-holding posture. Sitting forward on his chair one elbow on the table and one hand holding the edge of the chair. His back straight he really looked like he was listening to the lesson, but a watchful look would catch that something was not all right.
"Oh” he said, "I think he really needs a wee"
"Seriously?" she said, "he's not even squirming! He's just kind of stiff looking"
"I think he just doesn't want to show it" said Harry a little worried.
****
"And now, are you ready for the usual tea leaf reading?" Said the professor
"What is that supposed to be?" asked Draco looking at Goyle.
The chubby guy shook his head confused.
"Oh no..!" hushed Hermione
"What?" asked Harry
"Obviously" she said "Draco is going to have to drink the tea. We still have another hour to go, I hope he will ask to go to the bathroom... "
"That's true.." said Harry and turned to Draco again, he was looking very worried at the big kettle the teacher was holding.
Harry sighed.
Draco glanced slightly disgusted at the teacher while she was pouring the hot liquid in his cup hoping she wouldn't fill it to the edge, but that was exactly what she did.
"..Then you drink the whole cup, and put it upside-down on the plate, for a few minutes” She explained pouring tea to each student.
Draco gulped. He was already holding since the beginning of the class and that was starting to become unbearable, he didn't want to drink hot liquids.
Harry Ron and Hermione were drinking their tea and glancing at Draco every now and then.
Draco drank the tea, slowly, trying to procrastinate the end of it; too scared that the teacher would think he'd like a refill. As soon as he started drinking one of his legs begin to bounce slightly under the table.
"Don’t panic,” he was telling to himself.
The teacher said "Now, hand your upside-down cup to the person on your right. And turn the cup to read the leaves.
Draco bit his lip in disappointment; he took the plate and turned to Harry. His hand was shaking and the cup clinking. Harry held it and stopped the noise.
"Are you ok?" hushed to Draco
Draco gave him his usual icy glance and took the other cup from Harry's hand turning back to his place.
Harry sighed and put the cup on the table then he turned it up. He gasped;
"What's wrong?" asked Hermion
"The Grim..." said Harry softly
"What?" said Hermione and Ron at the same time.
Draco understood something was wrong with his cup and turned to them "What?!"
His bladder was swollen and e was making a humongous effort to sit still.
"Nothing!" the three kids answer together shaking their heads.
Then looked at each other "what the hell?" Whispered Hermione, shaking her head.
Draco was looking at them very annoyed. "Well, there is a frigging ship in your cup, Potter I hope you know what that means!" And turned his back
"That would be your Grim Harry,” said Hermione, holding a smile.
The Grim was the only thing that Harry had seen in his tealeaves for the whole year. The first time it was a shock, being one of the most terrible death omen, but then he almost got in habit to see it.
Now, he was very curious to know why the only other person to get a Grim in his tealeaves was Draco Malfoy.
The teacher was walking around tables checking the cups.
"You mean, he is way past what he seems to be?" asked Hermione low voice
"Yeah, said Harry, if that was me, I would be holding my crotch like a baby!" said Harry and blushed "He's not even crossing his legs I don't know how he does that"
"He's crying!" said Hermione
"What?'" Harry quickly turned at Draco, he was not crying but his eyes were watery and that was the sign he was past the limit.
"We have to do someth..." but before Harry could finish his sentence Hermione was standing up saying low voice to him and Ron "you two don't move, ok?"
She wandered faking an unsteady walk and held herself at Draco's chair.
"Pleas help me, I am feeling sick.." she said leaning on him
Draco looked at Harry and Ron like he was saying, "Take her back!"
But Hernione called the professor" excuse me miss Trelawney can I go to the infirmary I feel sick"
The teacher approached her worried " Of course sweetie! Please go... Do you want someone to come with you?"
That's what Hermione was hoping to ear " Yes, please Malfoy come with, I need help” She said with a hand on her forehead peeping at his face between her fingers.
Draco didn't move and looked at her kind of annoyed.
"Go Malfoy! Hurry up!" said the teacher disappointed for the kid's lack of courtesy.
He finally stood up, his eyes strained and watery, and followed Hermione out of the class.
Harry and Ron had witnessed the whole thing in silence with their mouth half open.
As soon as they left the room Ron said "I don't want to leave her alone with Malfoy!"
Harry reassured Ron, even though he was worried too, but he confided in Hermione's intelligence and he knew Draco would not hurt her.
"Come on" said Hermione walking down the stairs, she didn't look dizzy any more.
"What is this all about?" asked Draco angrily trying hard not to pee himself at every step.
"Why don't you say it?" said Hermione glancing at him
"Say what?" Asked Draco and he felt a sprout coming out. He gasped and squatted down immediately and, as Hermione turned her head to him, he sat on the stair, trying to be casual.
" Malfoy, you are bursting, I can tell!" She said shaking her head.
Draco's cheeks suddenly turned pink but he didn't loose the eye contact with her.
That was probably part of his 'not dropping his guard whatsoever' rule.
"And why does that matter to you?" asked Draco angrily.
This time Hermione blushed violently. She just realized she wasn't supposed to know anything about him and she was now in a very equivocal position.
"I... Nothing" she said "it's just that I was feeling dizzy and I really wanted to leave the class but I thought you... could use a break too, so I asked you to come with"
Draco shuddered as his bladder jolt again and he stopped a sprout from coming out but this forced him to hold his crotch and squeeze his thighs.
Hermione stood there with her mouth half open "Are you ok?"
"Yes.." said Draco with a strained voice. Trying to regain control of his body
"feel free, we are out of the classroom now"
"What do you mean?" asked Draco annoyed.
"I mean that I noticed you never ask the teacher to leave the class, even if you are bursting, why would you do that?"
"You noticed? How nice is that!" he said finding that very intrusive and rising his eyebrows.
"I noticed... I was watching you lately... and I realized you do that all the time" Hermione was ebarrassed, she couldn't really stop saying what she was thinking.
" Well, this is none of your business filthy m.."
"Mudblood?" cut out Hermione " Yes, and proud of it!" She turned over and went down the stairs.
Draco stood up troubled, and kept walking down the never-ending stair. He was glad that the bitchy witch was gone so he could squeeze himself when he needed to without being embarrassed, and he needed it so bad. What did she mean by 'proud' anyway? He hoped Harry hadn't found out about him being not a pure blood.
He kept going down almost gasping at every step and clenching his crotch tight.
He hoped the bathroom would be at the end of the stair, because he felt he was really not making it. A sudden and energic sprout passed the fabric and wet his hand.
He panicked and looked at his black pants, the wet pouch was visible.
Come on! It must be over! Said to himself, turning the round wall of the tower stair, but it won't end.
"Malfoy! You’re still there?" Hermione appeared in front of him scaring him so much that a big sprout escaped him and he shoved both hands between his legs sinking to the floor.
"Uh.. What tha..ff.."
"Ops..Sorry! I didn't want to.." said Hermione in panic " Hey..."
"Get lost! " said Draco between clenched teeth, squeezing his crotch kneeled to the ground.
"You are almost there, Draco, the bathroom is at the end of the hallway..."
"At...the end..?" repeated Draco low voice. He wasn't even sure about standing up.
"Can I help you somehow?'"
Draco didn't answer he bit his lip and rocked a bit back and forth. -Please, not in front of the witch!- he thought.
He felt his bladder was going to explode any seconds, he couldn't move.
Hermione was thinking and thinking but nothing could come up in her mind.
"Why don’t you... run to the bathroom?" she said.
She was very distracted by Draco's predicament, she almost felt excited in seeing him like that. And couldn't really take her eyes off him.
Draco left out a whimper and strained his body, his face contracted in pain. Hermione widened her eyes as she heard the sound water gently hitting the floor and noticed that it was coming through Draco's hands clenched on his crotch.
She saw a tear running down his face and felt very bad for him. She looked down at the waterfall of pee slowly flowing down the stairs next to her feet.
Draco was still trying to hold but with bad results. And pee was just gushing out uncontrollably and flooding out between his knees.
"Let it go now..." she said worried " that's not healthy..."
"Ssshut up!" said Draco between clenched teeth, very frustrated.
"What’s wrong with you?!" said Hermione offended
"What’s wrong with you! Do you like to watch?" said Draco giving her an icy tearful look.
She blushed, felt her heart pounding at that look.
For the first time she realized he was very cute, and even more, all angry and embarrassed like that. But she was very hurt from his ungrateful behavior. In the end, she was just trying to help him.
Draco took his wand out, his hand was shaky his cheeks still pink. Hermione looked at his face, took her wand out and cleaned up the floor and his clothes before he could do that.
"Oh wow! "Said Draco annoyed, stood up with a bitter smile on his face "Always top of the class! Aren't ya?" he sneered, then turned over climbing up the stairs.
Hermione remained there, hurt. She didn't know why that was hurting so much.
When Draco entered the classroom alone, red-eyed with a vexed expression on his face Ron and Harry almost figured out what happened. As he sat down, Harry bent toward him and said "where's Hermione?"
Draco gently slipped sideways on his chair and turned his back to him pretending to listen to the professor.
Ron looked at Harry confused and at the same time Hermione entered the classroom.
She was looking mad. Sat back in silence.
"Oh sweetie, are you ok now?" sqeaked the teacher.
"Yes Madam, thank you, I feel better now,” she said with a fake smile, looking sideways at Draco who ignored her.
"What happened?" said Ron low voice as soon as the smiling teacher went back to her lesson.
"Nothing, I just took some time for myself and told him to go ahead" she said calm.
Ron was suspicious and almost felt jealous. He liked Hermione a lot, but never had the gut to tell her and he was afraid she would fall in love with someone else before he could confess it.
Harry, ignoring that, was actually feeling like he should have gone with Draco instead of Hermione. And thought he had missed something.
*****
"So, will you tell us what happened?" asked Ron sitting at a table in the common room
Hermione was studying on a big old book "He didn't make it to the bathroom" she said dry.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. They wouldn't like to be in his shoes. Wetting himself in front of Hermione! They figured she gave him a hard time about it.
"And...What?" Asked Harry
"Do you want the details?" asked Hermione sarcastic
"N..No" said Harry blushing "I mean what did he say?"
"He wouldn't say that he had to go, even though he couldn't help holding himself! I guess he was struggling down the stairs and ....I think I accidentally scared him, and made him loose control. He was very mad at me."
The two kids gulped.
"No wonder he had that face" said Ron holding a smile.
Harry sighed.
"Come here guys!" said Hermione grave "look at this. _ Love potion N°9...the most dangerous potion ..bla bla bla.. And then: A curse is closely related to this potion. If the person who drinks the potion is a woman she'd better not have given birth to any child yet."
"What does it means?" asked Ron
"I don't know!.. Let me read more” said Hermione "... Any child she has given birth to, will fall into the same process leading to certain death on the day he will fall in love with someone. The chance to survive is absolutely sure only if the child will never fall in love for the course of his whole life ...."
The three kids looked at each other astonished.
Hermione looked down at the book to read more " There had been rare cases in which the child had not been affected form this process, mostly depending on how much he has inherited from his mother's DNA. "
She stopped
"Draco's blood was not the secret ingredient" She said "His father was checking how much he would have risked his life... the question is: did he do it before of after giving her the potion?"
"the Grim..." said Harry
Him and Ron were looking at Hermione waiting for more. But she was now looking absent-minded her eyes on the table, hoping Draco could be safe somehow.
Edited February 19, 2012 by Ranma23
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This is the first chapter that I've had edited from an English speaking member of the website.
Soon, the whole story will be re-edited.
I hope you enjoy! :D
Edited by: KayLeigh
Chapter 7
I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good.
(Amy winehouse: you know I'm no good)
PAPER BIRDS
Draco couldn't help being nasty to Hermione for the next 4 days after the accident, expecting her to be cocky about it. .
She had been rather rude, and surely tactless, but she didn't make fun of him against his expectations, and didn't tell anyone. (Or at least he thought so)
Draco soon realized that Hermione had saved him, without knowing it, from being beaten one more time; Holding him on the tower stairs, the protection spell had probably hidden the event from his father's charms.
In fact, for Draco's joy, his father didn't show up at all.
He was feeling a little confused about the muggle-born witch; she wasn't mean, just a little inopportune, and therefore she was always getting on his nerves. But he knew- and always secretly thought- that she was a truly brilliant witch.
A week later, Hermione was studying in the underground magic library, when someone took a big book from a shelf in front of her and she spotted someone through the hole it left in the bookcase.
Draco was sitting at some table not far away. She had been concentrating so hard, that she hadn’t actually noticed that he had been there since she’d arrived.
She moved to the right a little, so that she would be hidden by books, but still able to see him.
Suddenly, she noticed that he was sitting a little stiff.
She knew that boys usually hold it as much as they can, and that’s mainly because of their instinct to be in control of their bodies, but also a way to show strength to others. However, she thought that was just kids' crap. And Draco wasn't just holding it; he was pretending he wasn't doing it.
-How childish!- She thought.
She questioned for a few seconds whether his very strict father could have something to do with that, then she sighed and kept on looking for more information about the potion N°9.
After she found a good title, she stood up and moved to the labyrinth of shelves to locate the book. Looking around, she turned to Draco's table and realized he wasn't there any more.
"Oh, Merlin!" said Hermione straining to reach the book, which happened to be on a shelf just beyond her grasp.
She usually liked to go find her stuff alone instead of waiting on the old and slow wizard in charge of the library, who also happened to be the only one allowed to use the Accio spell on the library books, but that was too high...
Someone's hand took the book for her, and she turned to find Draco right behind her.
She blushed. "Oh, thank you!" she mumbled, feeling rather embarrassed and holding out her hands.
But Draco didn't hand her the book, instead he looked gravely into her eyes, folding his elbow and holding the book up high next to his head.
"What are you researching for, Granger?" he said flatly, narrowing his eyes.
Hermione's heart was pounding for the gray shining eyes that were staring so deeply into hers, and for the fear of being caught on what she was doing. She remembered she left the books open on the table. He could have seen it, before looking for her. Lying about it wouldn't be smart.
"I’m going to write the potion essay on Potion N°9, hence I am researching on that.” she stated proudly
And saw a strange light in his eyes as she said so.
He didn't say anything and handed the book to her, without taking his eyes off hers.
"What are you writing that about?" she asked cheerfully, trying to make some casual conversation.
"That, again, is none of your business, Granger" he retorted
"Aw, then why would be my research your business?" she asked
"It isn’t" He replied, and walked away
Hermione stood there in disbelief. How hostile was that Malfoy!
She turned back to her table and realized he did the same. Maybe he was looking for that book too. And he knew there was an important point on the history of potion N°9, so he asked her why she was looking for it.
Hermione looked at him again and sighed, shaking her head. His leg was slightly bouncing up and down while he was writing, although he was composed as always. Maybe that was just tension and nothing else.
She returned to the book.
She studied and wrote for about two hours, concentrating hard, even though she couldn't find anything new about the potion's curse.
Then she stretched her arms and looked up, glancing at Draco who was now sitting way more tense then earlier, and his leg never stopped bouncing. She saw him lightly squirming, and to her surprise, he gave it a quick squeeze.
She realized she was totally staring at him and shook herself, then put all her staff in the bag and left.
Now, the magic library was huge (it had to be, seeing as it held all the wizarding science known to man?). It was built under the castle's dungeon in a vertical building, which dug many miles underground. Therefore, there was a lift that took forever to go up and down, but it was still better than one billion stairs.
Hermione was waiting alone in front of the lift when she heard steps approaching.
Draco entered the lift access-room, but as soon as he recognized Hermione- her back facing him- he turned on his feet and tried to get away, until she turned around.
"I've just called it,” she smiled
Draco stopped, turned around again, and joined her.
"I can see" he replied dryly, looking at the red light pulsing on the wall.
He was a little fidgety. She could hear him, not far behind her, shifting his weight from foot to foot and then slowly pacing up and down, in front of the lift.
She turned back to him, and tried to make conversation.
" Did you find all the books you were looking for?"
His body tensed as she looked at him, and stopped moving. His hand held a notebook almost directly in front of his crotch. The other hand was just down along his side.
"No I didn't,” he replied quietly
"What were you looking for?" Hermione asked, surprised that he even answered her question.
"The book you were using" he stated, and looked at the top of the lift, seemingly growing impatient.
"Aw...Why didn't you tell me? We could have shared it" she said in surprise
Draco moved two steps forward then turned around to her and leaned over the wall slightly bent at the waist. Why was she being so nice now?
"Was the book interesting?" he asked
Hermione didn't understand, if he had tried to be nice letting her use the book first, or if he was only investigating on her studies.
"It was helpful,” she replied
The lift seemed to be stuck at a floor. Draco left the wall and walked around again, trying to see if it was coming down, then he went back at the wall and leaned on it, covering his crotch with the notebook and sighed.
He was impatient indeed, and restless in his own way. Hermione could see his expression was a little worried.
"Are you ok, Draco?" she asked casually
He looked at her "You called me Draco"
"Yes I did,” she said "Why? Is that bad?"
"I’m just not used to it, " he replied, glancing away.
"All right, Malfoy," she sneered "Are you ok? You look a bit tense"
"I’m fine, Granger" he answered with a look, that was actually saying - shut up! -
He was perfectly aware of his need; he only just realized the urgency of it, having been trained to ignore his bladder as long as possible. It was too late now, to leave for the bathroom and have to ask her to be excused! He'd like the witch to mind her own business.
Hermione appreciated the way he was slightly blushing, getting that soft pink stripe just under his eyes, yet still maintaining his icy cold look. And she almost smiled, thinking he was making an effort to not call her Mud blood anymore.
The lift doors opened in front of them
"Finally!" She smiled, and heard Draco quietly sighing.
An old Witch Librarian got in with them
The lift was big, maybe 10 square feet.
One of its walls was made of glass, so that you could see the deep, deep stairwell, on which all the floors of the library were overlooked in a never-ending white spiral.
Draco leaned on the wall of the lift, settling back with his hands on the handrail along the wall. That's just his holding position, she thought.
The lift stopped after a couple of minutes, the old witch got out.
Hermione sighed, "I'm tired"
Draco was silent. She turned and looked at him, clenching his hands back on the handrail of the wall, and shrugging his shoulders. One of his legs was casually swinging, left and right.
The lift stopped few floors higher and three young witches from second year, holding piles of books, entered.
Hermione could see the worried look on Draco’s face, as he still leaned on the wall, now covering and, maybe also pressing, his crotch with the hand holding his notebook. His head was down, but he would glance at the witches from time to time.
He really had an iron self-control, and managed to stay completely still for about two minutes, then the three witches left the lift and he sighed. Hermione looked at him, and didn't realize she was smiling.
"What's so funny?" Asked Draco
"Uh...nothing..." she replied in confusion
He turned face to the wall, his hands on the handrail, bent a little bit forward, and then turned again in his first position.
He was clearly busting, and Hermione looked at him like he was little baby.
"Draco?"
"Stop calling me that!" he yelled
"Are you ok?" she asked
He didn't answer
"You look restless" she pressed
"I'm fine, thanks!" He said, clearly irritated.
"You really look like you could use a bathroom,” she continued, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning her back on the wall.
"Then maybe I will, once we get out of here" he snapped, returning to his pacing back and forth in the elevator.
Hermione couldn't help but hold tender feelings towards him.
She remembered what Harry had said in divination class, about his always being very composed, even when holding for hours. Then now, if he was moving around so much, it must be really bad or... worse than bad.
The lift suddenly jolted to a stop, and the light went off. The only light they had was coming from the stairwell, and it made sure that they weren’t completely left in the dark.
"What happened?" asked Hermione in surprise
Draco walked nervously to the control panel and looked at it. "Obviously, we’ve broken down, Granger. I thought you were the smart one here"
Then a voice rang out on the elevator speaker "To any witches and wizards who may be trapped in the lift: don't worry! We are working on the problem and will have you out in a few minutes!"
"Wonderful!" said Draco, very annoyed.
Hermione looked at him and realized he was in real pain.
She noticed his eyes were watery. He couldn't stop pacing from one side of the lift to the other, and Hermione noticed he would hold himself when his back was to her.
"Hey... Are you sure you are ok?" she asked softly, walking toward him, but he backed away as she got closer.
"Would you shut the fuck up, Granger?" he said, irritated.
"That was offensive" said Hermione and walked back to where she was and crossed her arms over her chest, an angry expression settling on her face.
"Sorry" muttered Draco
"WHAT?!" Hermione couldn’t believe her ears
"I said sorry!" Repeated Draco, looking at her like she was stupid.
"I thought the Ice Prince wouldn't dare say that word." she smirked
"Now THAT, is a dumb nickname!" he glared at her
Hermione smiled a beautiful, sincere smile and Draco couldn't help notice its intensity. She looked into the gray eyes, and suddenly she felt warm inside.
But in her mind, the words she had read were just echoing back "...when he will fall in love with someone..."
She looked away.
A few minutes passed, then Draco suddenly bent forward and moaned, his face contracting.
When he had first entered the lift, he was sure he was going to make it to the bathroom, even if he would have to suffer a bit. But this delay was thwarting his plans.
Hermione got closer again, "I don't understand how bad your situation is, but I'm sure it's going to be ok. We are almost arriving at ground floor." she said, already thinking she might have used the wrong words..
"I don't really want to talk about it…" mumbled Draco, avoiding eye contact.
Hermione sighed and looked out the glass wall, waiting for the lift to start again.
After 5 long minutes, the elevator was still not working.
Draco squatted on the floor, his back flat on the wall, his knees a little spread out. He was slightly rocking back and forth, and his eyebrows were knitted together in a worried expression.
Hermione noticed that he was nearly crying, and his uneven breathing gave away the fact that he was struggling.
She was still worried, but decided that perhaps talking could help.
"Are you still...uh...ok?" she asked tentatively
Draco bit his lip and put his hands on his knees, one knee on the floor, the other folded in front of him and leaned his head on it, his eyes strained.
Hermione tried again "Look, you don't have to be embarrassed... I understand"
"Stay tuned Granger, the show is about to begin! " he said between clenched teeth without even looking up.
Hermoine stared at him for a second, before looking away. She remembered what he had said to her back in the Divination tower about liking to watch, and it made her blush.
The light went back on, and the lift made a weird noise.
"It's working! Let’s get out on the next floor so you can use the bathroom, ok?" said Hermione, trying to stay positive
Draco gasped and clenched his crotch with one hand, as a long spurt, that was very hard to stop, escaped. He managed to stop the flood, but the wet patch on his trousers was almost as large as his notebook, which was now lying on the ground.
Hermione gasped "oh no! Hold on! We are getting out right now!"
Draco stood up with all his strength, and as soon as the lift doors opened, he rushed out, almost slamming into the other students who had been waiting in front of it.
Hermione, apologizing to the confused wizards, took her staff and Draco's notebook.
"Sorry! He had an emergency " she said cheerfully, then ran after Draco, along the hallway behind the lift.
As she turned the corner, she saw him bent over in front of the bathroom door,” Oh! Come on! You're almost there!" she sped up, then opened the men's bathroom door and dragged him inside, pushing him into a stall and closing the door.
Daco was cursing and moaning, and then he sighed. Hermione heard the stream hitting the water, and felt a strange sense of relief herself.
She was surprised when she noticed that he’d been peeing for longer than a minute!
"Hey! How long have you been holding it for?" she asked
"Give me a break, Granger!" said Draco from the stall, flushing the toilet.
Hermione saw the bathroom door opening, and an old wizard Librarian coming in. Without thinking twice, she sprinted inside Draco's stall and closed the door.
"Oh, please, come in!" said Draco sarcasticly, while holding his pant's zip with a crossed look on his face.
"Sssshhh! There’s some old man in the bathroom!" she whispered. Waving her wand she charmed the stall so that her feet wouldn't be visible from outside.
Then she looked down at Draco's pants, that he had just re-buckled, and began to wave her wand to clean the wet patch, but Draco held her wand, giving her an annoyed look, then shook his head and cleaned it himself, casting a spell with his own wand.
In the silence they heard the old man coughing, dragging himself into a stall and peeing in a very weird and noisy way. They looked at each other neither could help but crack a smile.
Then Hermione noticed a shiny white bracelet, made of interwoven wire, on his left wrist. She kept staring at it wondering what that was made of.
Draco leaned on the wall and sighed. "Hey, Granger” he said in a low voice.
Hermione looked up at him "uh?"
"Thank you"
Hermione blushed "You're welcome" she said
"By the way Draco, I’m rather curious… Why do you always hold till the last second?"
Draco looked at her with surprise and embarrassment on his face, "What makes you think I want to have this conversation with you?"
Hermione shrugged her shoulders " I’m just curious I guess..."
Draco looked at her, and then glanced at the floor sighing.
"I should go now" he said, and put a hand on the stall's doorknob, but Hermione's hand stopped him
She moved closer, and lifting herself on her toes, she reached his lips and kissed him.
Draco closed his eyes, and felt a shudder crossing his body.
Hermione kept on kissing him, holding his face with her hands. Draco moved one hand to the small of her back, and pulled her towards him.
As Hermione stepped back, she looked into his eyes and suddenly felt a pang of guilt. She had promised herself that she would never do that.
She was too scared that she could activate the curse if Draco felt something for her. "Sorry....that was.. I..." She mumbled nervously
Draco looked at her gravely, "It's ok... I’m not supposed to be here anyway"
Hermione looked up "What do you mean?"
"This is just.. Wrong..." he replied, and opened the door, leaving the stall. Hermione followed him but she wasn't even out of the stall when she saw him stop and slowly start walking backwards. He turned to her, then closed her into the stall and whispered "Stay there"
The door of the bathroom slammed open revealing Lucius Malfoy.
Hermione spied on the scene from the gap between the stalls walls
"Now you can explain to me what were you doing in the stall with a Mud blood!"
Hermione gasped.
Lucius walked over to Draco, and tried to pull him away from the stall to reach to Hermione, but Draco resisted him
"Don't!" he said angrily
"Move! Now!" said his father
"No!" replied Draco
Lucius took his arm and forced him away, but Draco tried to rise against him. His father slapped him to the ground, and he fell down hard, hitting his head against the wall.
Hermione let out a whimper, covering her mouth. Lucius opened the stall and dragged her out. "You filthy Mud blood! Don’t you dare approach my son again!"
Hermione was so scared that she began to cry. Lucius pushed her out of the bathroom and closed the door.
Hermione was shaking. What the hell was going on? She moved closer to the door and tired to listen
She heard Lucius Speaking "I told you, I would not be patient this time! I am sick of telling you what you are supposed to know! Stop behaving like a stupid muggle! You have to show your dignity and learn to be a true dark wizard! You don't have time for relationships of any kind! And, most important, you must not mix your blood! Is this clear enough?!"
Draco was struggling on the floor; his head was hurting and he couldn't really stand.
"I don't want to do this any more..." he said faintly
"You can't go back."
"Yes I can!"
His father leaned on him. Took his arm, pulled his sleeve up, uncovering the dark mark than was just appearing on his skin.
Draco moaned. The mark hurt so much when it started to shine out of his skin, and his entire body went numb and ached every time it happened.
"This is the reason why you live! Don't forget it! Now stand up, and don't make me come here again!"
Hermione was curious to know what Lucius was talking about, but there was no way to open the door without making a noise. She heard steps from inside, and dashed into the women's bathroom hiding just behind the door.
She didn't hear the door opening, but she clearly heard a zap noise and understood that he had left.
She ran into the man's bathroom and found Draco sitting on the floor, holding his right arm over the sleeve of his shirt.
"Draco! Are you hurt?" She leaned over him and saw a side of his face was covered in blood
"Granger, get out of here!" he stood up unsteadily and walked over to the sink where he put his forehead under the water.
Hermione moved close to him "I'm sorry, I didn't know this was going to happen...for a kiss"
Draco sighed as he lifted himself, up holding the edge of the sink for support and shaking.
Hermione looked at his eyes. He was crying. The soaked blond locks draining the water were still very pale, and his tears were falling on the marble edge of the sink together with the drops of water and blood. His body jerked as he burst out sobbing and lowered his head.
Hermione's heart shattered into pieces. She began to curse herself as she realised just how taken she really was with Draco.
He shut his eyes, held his head with his hands in pain and sat down against the wall arms on his knees.
"How are you feeling? You need to go the hospital wing" said Hermione worried. She sat down next to him and locked the bathroom door, with a spell.
"No thanks, I'm ok" he said, his voice cracking
"Draco, what's up with your father? Why is he so violent towards you? "
"Go away, Granger, you don't have anything to do with this" he replied faintly
"Let's go talk to Dumbledore, he will do something!" She said
"You'd better go" said Draco coldly
Hermione was hurt "I am not leaving you here! You have to go to the hospital wing! Your head is bleeding!""
Draco leaned his head back on the wall "I’m fine, I don't need any hospital, and Dumbledore already knows about this. You can't do anything and neither can I, you... "
His voice was broken from a sob and tears were running down his face mixed with his blood "...you have to stay far from me." he said, fighting the sobs.
Hermione kneeled at his side and threw her arms around him. She held his shoulders close, feeling his wet face on her neck "This is very hard for me" she said quietly.
Draco let his arms fall to his sides, and surrendered to her hug. He could smell the fresh perfume of her hair, and something inside him was telling him to stay there forever, to not let her go, to just relax in her arms and everything would be ok.
Hermione tightened her hug as she felt his sobs shaking his body, then she moved back,
stood up, tears in her eyes and taking her bag from the floor, she left.
Draco was exhausted. He wanted to scream and kick everything around him, but he held that feeling down as he felt the dark mark burning again, and pulsing on his arm.
He held his arm and clenched his teeth.
Hermione stopped in front of the lift, tore out a page from her notebook and wrote something on it. She then touched it with her wand; the paper folded itself in the shape of a bird and flew across the deep stairwell of the library, up to the castle. Gliding for the hallways and the stone stairs, it finally hit the door of Dumbledore’s office and fell on the ground in front of it.
Dumbledore looked up from his desk at the dull noise.
He slowly walked to the door and opened it, looking around suspiciously, but no one was to be seen. Then his attention was attracted from the small paper bird flapping its wings on the ground.
He picked it up ad unfolded it.
"SOS Aggression! Gentlemen's bathroom 32nd floor of the magic library"
...To be continued |
creative editor: KayLeigh
Chapter 8
Open your ears child
Follow these steps down
There’s reason to believe we’re in harmony
You’re not alone, rest assured
At the bottom you can open your eyes
(Sleepy Sun: open eyes)
THERE'S NO SAVING ANYTHING, WE ARE SWALLOWING THE SHINE OF THE SUN.
Draco was rubbing his head, sitting back on the wall of the bathroom. He tried to stand up, but his head spun like crazy. He was so depressed and hurt he couldn't think of anything but his father and the Dark Lord.
He was still feeling guilty for not refusing the kiss that Hermione gave him. His father had a very personal idea about kissing, and every expression of love. He said that you should never accept a kiss because that's the first step to be betrayed.
As far as he knew, his father has never kissed his wife or anyone else in front of him. And of course he never kissed or hugged his son. He also taught him, that a hug is a sneaky way to check the strength of your rival. He was telling him all the time that hugging and kissing or declaring your love is muggle stuff. It's beneath a Dark wizard and he must not accept it from anyone.
He thought back at Harry's hug. He didn't feel like he was testing his strength, it felt instead, as he was giving him some strength and some comfort.
The door of the bathroom slammed open. Draco looked at Dumbledore and wondered if his appearance was Hermoine’s idea.
"I am sorry Draco...are you ok? Come with me " said Dumbledore and he put an arm around his shoulders, leading him outside.
Draco was sitting on a big armchair in Dumbledore office. The old wizard poured himself and the kid some tea in two big cups.
"This is called the happiness herbal infusion. It is better not to abuse it, but sometimes, it is rather necessary, and I am sure that it will make you feel better"
Draco looked at the cup, but he didn't drink.
Dumbledore leaned his hands on the desk.
"Son, I am very sorry for what happened. I must explain to you that this is not totally out of my control, but for the sake of the school and all the students, I couldn't deny your father the option to come over secretly and when he desires to, provided that, he would not hurt or put in danger any students. And that was including you of course, but here the situation is more complicated. I hope that you will confirm that in the past two years, he never did something like this to you inside the school. I assume he had been always a very strict father and from the way you behave I also assume that you are used to this treatment. But this is not right Draco. Me and the other teachers are trying to stop this. Although I needed to make compromises to save the school, I hope you understand, we did not forget about you. I promise. I will be here for you when you need me."
"Thank you" said Draco in a dry tone, but inside himself he knew that he couldn't be helped.
Dumbledore looked at him and realized that the kid was kind of shocked. He was staring at the floor and slightly shaking. He looked at the cut he had on the side of his forehead, still bleeding a little. The expression on his face was of pure frustration.
The headmaster's heart boke at the sight of such a young and brilliant wizard having his life ruined by Voldemort and the crazy dark wizard he had as a father. He was feeling so sorry for him, same as he was for Harry, and promised himself that he would have to help them both go through their lives, hard as they may be.
He moved over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, only to feel him subtly reject the physical contact.
"Draco, every person has his own soul, regardless of his parents. Remember that you are not the same as your father, even if he wants you to be like him. You are a child now, but you will grow up and become an adult wizard. You need to choose who you are and listen to yourself in making this choice"
Draco's eyes welled up with tears. For the first time, someone had said something that would give his bipolar behavior a meaning. The things he was feeling inside… Were they real? He wasn't disturbed, he was just trying to be himself. But the strong hand of his father had twisted his young mind so much, it was hard to believe anything that was contravening his education.
"Drink up, you'll feel better" said Dumbledore.
Madam Pommefry entered the office knocking on the door. "Did you call me?"
"Oh yes, please Madam Pommefry come in!" said Dumbledore.
She approached Draco and looked at his face, then waved her wand and cured the cut on his forehead. As she did that, his dizziness disappeared, and the headache with it.
"Don't go straight to bed, ok? You had a pretty bad knock!" said Madam Pommefry, and she noticed that he had a scar on his cheek that wouldn't go away.
"This is not in my power" she mentioned, pointing it out to Dumbledore.
The headmaster looked at it gravely "I know.." he sighed " what about the rest, is he ok?"
Miss Pommefry checked the kid up and down, then nodded "He looks all right to me, Sir"
"Thank you" said Dumbledore, dismissing the woman.
When she left the room, Dumbledore looked at Draco
"Where did that scar come from?"
"I believe, Sir, that it came from my father's ring" said Draco still looking at the floor.
-To leave a scar that madamPommefry can't cure, that ring is probably a dark artifact - thought Dumbledore narrowing his eyes, then he looked down and nodded at the untouched cup.
"Believe me, drink it, and you won't regret it”.
Draco took the big cup with two hands and drank the tea. After the first sip, he felt the warmth flow through his body, relieving it of pain and stress. For a moment, he almost felt like he wanted to laugh. The effects were strong, and though they began to dull after a while, they were still very comforting.
Dumbledore sat on the side of his desk.
"You know that this year the Dementors will be around the castle? You all met them in the Hogwarts Express. They are dangerous, as I said, and they are far more effective when you hold onto bad memories from your past."
Draco thought about that trip on the Hogwarts Express, and his stomach twisted. He remembered how he had tried run away from the Dementor hiding in Fred and George's compartment, and how he’d almost peed himself right there in front of them. The twins had been mocking him about it for the past 3 months. He did the same thing to Harry, knowing he passed out, to show everyone that he was not as weak as Harry. But really, he was scared of the Dementors, and hoped that he wouldn’t have to see them again.
He remembered when a big flash of white light had stopped the Dementor from entering his compartment, but he wasn't sure what his reaction had been. Right before that, he had been able to hear someone crying from another compartment.
"I asked Professor Lupin to teach you and Harry a spell to keep them far away. This is a very advanced spell but I am sure you two can learn it." Said Dumbledore.
Draco looked at him " Why me and Harry?"
Dumbledore looked down for a moment " You both had a very unpleasant childhood and this makes you more attractive for the Dementors, who feed on people's sorrow."
Draco sighed. He wondered what Dumbledore knew about him, and how many of his teachers knew what happened to his mother. Maybe someone could tell him the truth or confirm his memories? He had always wondered if anybody knew that the woman who was living with his father now, wasn't his real mother. "Sir, did you know my mother?"
Dumbledore looked at him worried. The kid was now looking into his eyes, and he was suddenly reminded of the same gray eyes looking back at him many years ago.
"Yes, I did" he said sadly. "She was a good woman and a very brilliant and fair witch"
Draco went pale; If Dumbledore knew that, he knew that Draco wasn’t a pureblood wizard. And what else did he know? But he was so glad to hear that his mother was a good person, and he’d always thought of her like that, although nobody would ever talk to him about her.
In that moment Remus Lupin knocked on the office's door "Here I am Albus!"
"Oh, come In Remus!" said Dumbledore.
-*-
Hermione entered her empty bedroom. She threw her bag on the bed, and went to the mirror. Her eyes were red from crying, and her hair was...shining?
She moved towards the mirror to look at it closer. Waving her wand over her hair, next to her neck, she watched as the wetness became a shapeless shiny mass, hanging from the wooden tip like a string.
"Oh Draco... you always cry your memories out...they must be so painful" she whispered, putting the mass into a small bottle.
-*-
Remus and Draco walked out of Dumbledore's office.
"We are going to meet a real Dementor now, are you sure you’re ready for this?" asked Remus
"Yes Sir" said Draco in his usual icy way. He was feeling ok and after two huge cups of that happiness tea, the Dementor didn't seem to be such a big deal. But after the painful holding of earlier, and the whole tea drinking thing, his bladder was now feeling kinda swollen. Going down the stairs, it was jolting and making itself more and more prominent.
Draco put his hands in his pockets and secretly pressed on his crotch. He realized they were going outside as they crossed the big door of the castle, heading down to the lake.
Remus checked the sky; A half moon was rising as the sun was quickly setting down behind the mountains. The air was fresh but not cold enough to be winter.
Draco hunched his shoulders under his mantel and pressed on his crotch again. His need was getting worse with the cold, and the tea was quickly filling up his bladder. Also, his muscles were relaxed from the tea but still stressed out. Holding it now was harder than usual. He felt a big twitch in his lower abdomen and stopped for a moment.
"Are you ok?" asked Remus looking at him
"I'm ok Sir,” replied Draco, narrowing his eyes and regaining control he kept walking.
As they reached the edge of the lake, it was dark already. They stopped in a clearing, a few steps away from the forbidden forest.
"They could be anywhere, so watch out. Hold up your wand."
Draco nodded and took his wand.
"Now, think about something that makes you happy. It has to be the happiest thing that has ever happened to you."
Draco felt sad, deciding that he probably didn’t have any good memories anyway. He couldn’t even remember his mother holding him like-it was like something had erased his memories of her from his mind. But he did know how much he loved her, and tried to focus on her.
"Have you fixed the thought in your mind?" asked Remus
"Yes" lied Draco
"Ok now repeat with me: Expecto Patronum! "
"Expecto... Patronum!" said Draco, but his wand didn't react.
"Say it again, " pressed Remus
Draco tried many times, but it just wouldn't work.
"Draco, your thought has to be real, and STRONG. Think of something that has made you truly happy"
Draco thought of Hermione, and the kiss she gave him, then tried again. A feeble white light came out of his wand.
"There you are! Try again!" Said Remus, rather excited
"Expecto Pat.." but he stopped as his bladder twitched violently, and he froze, pressing his legs together.
"Yes?" said Remus " What’s going on?" he looked at the kid who was biting his lip and shuddering.
"Are you cold?"
Draco nodded, his eyes watering. He was fighting his bladder with all his strength
"We will be back soon, so don't worry. Now concentrate on casting the spell"
Draco waved his wand again, and a small flash of light shot from the end a second time, yet it was still not enough. He shifted his weight, trying to regain control with a worried look on his face.
Remus was looking at him trying to understand what was wrong, as he felt the air getting colder.
Draco shuddered violently as the cold entered inside him like an icy hand on his skin.
"Watch out Draco, be ready ok? They are near"
As he said that, a Dementor reached them and floated directly to Draco.
Remus left him fighting the Dementor, ready to stop it if it was getting too much.
Draco backed up, then he heard a cry. A deep, subdued sob. It was like someone crying, pressing their face into a pillow. A devastating cry. His heart broke and was filled with sadness, depression and hopelessness. His legs went numb, and his right arm was burning and aching more than ever.
He fell to the ground.
When he opened his eyes. Professor Lupin was in front of him "Are you ok?"
Draco sat up quickly "what happened?" he asked worried" who was crying?"
Professor Lupin looked at him in the same way he looked at Harry inside the train and handed him a piece of chocolate.
"No one was crying. Don't worry. Eat this "
Draco stood up; his swollen bladder was making him very uncomfortable. Making sure he was out of his professor's sight crossed his legs for a moment and bent a bit at the waist.
"Eat up, we are trying again. Ok?"
"Yes Sir" said Draco eating the chocolate. That was working well on his mood, but he really had to pee now, and standing still was very hard. His bladder was pressing against the waist of his jeans and, and he had to rhythmically clench his muscles to hold back. He could feel the very tip of his holding muscles pulsing under the pressure.
"They’ll definitely approach us again ... Are you ok?" asked Remus, looking at the kid, who was standing stiff and shaking. " It’s not that cold, is it?"
Draco nodded, his teeth clenched, his expression worried and his eyes watering. He dug a hand into his pocket and bent a little forward.
"You don't look ok, but if you say so” Said Remus narrowing his eyes.
"I am ok, we can go on" lied Draco shuddering again.
"Ok, repeat the spell" said Remus.
Draco repeated the spell many times again but the light from his wand was coming and going and it would never perform a complete patronus. He was feeling like he was holding his magic power together with the liquid. It was so hard to concentrate on the thought, maybe the best thing would be to think about peeing, and maybe that would have made the perfect happy thought. He tried it out of desperation, but even that didn't work out.
"Draco you need to relax. Don't you know that casting a spell, especially one of this range, is a physical engagement?" he walked over to Draco and positioned himself behind him, the hand holding his wand, and moving his wrist in the right way, but he could feel that he was rejecting the contact. "Don't be so stiff! The energy must flow through your body and explode out of your wand."
Those words only made Draco think more about peeing, and he struggled desperately against the imminent leaking.
Remus continuously glanced at his wrist, and realized that Draco was stiff and shaking; there was no way he would be able to smooth out the boy’s movement.
He walked out in front of him, wondering what to do "Are you afraid of something here? "
Draco shook his head "No, Sir" his eyes welled up with tears.
"I know what just happened to you was terrifying, and you’re probably still shocked right now, but I assure you that this spell is a real therapy when you are in a mental breakdown. "
Draco's bladder twitched again and he strained, then stomped a foot to the ground and fell to one knee.
"Hey!" screeched Remus "what's wrong?!"
Draco was clenching his muscles so hard that his whole body was contracting in the effort.
His eyes were strained and watery. "Sorry..." he mumbled
"You can talk to me" said Remus, seeing that the child was in some sort of pain "Is there something wrong?"
Draco was cursing himself and that damned happiness tea; He wasn't able to get up. He knew that he would have to hold himself from now on if he wanted to stand up.
He strained his back as he felt a spurt coming out, and pressed his thighs together, kneeling like a frigging knight in front of the king.
He put his hand on the ground and got ready to try to stand up.
Remus suddenly realized what was wrong. "Draco? Do you need to go to the bathroom?" he glanced at him like he was a baby.
Draco blushed and looked down. He was so sure that he had been hiding it well enough ...so how did Professor Lupin know that?
"Look, you don't have to be shy with me, just go behind that tree ok?"
"Yes Sir" Said Draco, but he didn't dare move
"What's the matter?" asked Remus gently.
"I.... I can't stand up..." said Draco still looking down.
Remus Smiled softly "Why did you hold it till the last second?... come on, you can make it to the tree, I’m positive"
Draco widened his eyes as he saw a Dementor coming straight up behind Remus, but before he could say anything, the Dementor attacked the teacher very closely and started sucking his soul aggressively, dragging him toward itself, floating in front of the kid.
Draco was petrified. He soon realized that Remus was slowly fainting, not being able to react. Other Demntors were approaching them from further away in every direction.
He didn't think twice as he stood up, gripping his crotch tightly as possible, and waved his wand with his left hand, casting the spell.
"Expecto Patronum!!" He screamed and a big, blinding light came out of his wand, twisting and swirling around them like crazy. It then slipped between Remus and the Dementor, then gliding along over the lake, dragged all the dark creatures away.
Remus fell to the floor confused. He stared in awe at a big white mass of light jumping over him in the shape of a unicorn and fading in the dark.
"Well done Draco! That was a perfect Patronus!!" he said massaging his head and face, then looking for the chocolate in his pocket, shaking like a leaf.
He turned to Draco that was standing there, sobbing in tears, holding his crotch while a fountain of pee was gushing out his dark pants and falling on the ground.
The strength he put in casting the spell had just made him totally lose control.
Remus looked at him with tenderness. He stood up and walked towards the kid "Don't worry, It was an accident. You saved my life, by the way!"
But Draco was straining and sobbing like he was still holding.
"Listen to me, let it go now" said Remus and pointed out a tree few steps from them.
Draco looked at the tree, walked to it, and hiding behind it he unzipped his pants and freed himself, trying to relax his muscles. When he was done he wiped his eyes and spelled himself clean.
"Come here" said Remus sitting on a big stone.
"Yes Sir" said Draco, his voice cracking. This had been such a painful day.
"Sit here, eat some chocolate, you will feel better. Being close to a Dementor is always draining on your soul. It takes away every good feeling" he said, giving him another piece of chocolate, and taking some for himself.
"Thank you Sir" said Draco, nervously trying to avoid eye contact with him.
"Don't be ashamed ok? Once I peed myself when I was your age!"
Draco widened his eyes; He couldn't believe his professor said such a thing to him.
" I was in summer camp, I forgot to use the bathroom before we left and... I was too shy to ask!,"
He said smiling "let me only tell you once: don't hold it until the last second, and don't be shy about it. That's something you have to ask whenever you need to. You are 13 years old, you must know this already"
Draco was listening in silence. What he just said, was harder than learning any spell in the world to him. He nodded to be polite.
"Your Patronus is a unicorn" announced Remus, sighing.
"Wha..? ...hem Sir?" Asked Draco confused
"Your Patronus! You know, every Patronus has a different shape. It is the incarnation of the caster's innermost positive feelings, such as joy or hope. It takes the shape of an animal, which is also supposed to be your animal spirit guide. And yours is a unicorn. A beautiful and powerful animal!" He smiled again, a little absent minded as he remembered where he had seen that Patronus before.
"I see.. A unicorn" murmured Draco absent minded. He looked down at his left wrist, at the thin string of interwoven white wire. He remembered his mother lacing up that bracelet on his arm. Just the thought of it was making him feel better.
"Did you find your special, happy thought then?" Asked Remus smiling.
"I guess so.." said Draco but he didn't want to reveal it to Remus. "Why did I hear someone crying?" he asked
"That would be your worst memory. The Dementors pull up all the worst things inside you to make you feel like there's no hope, no happiness whatsoever."
Draco remained silent and thought about what his worse memory could be, if not his mother dying.
-*-
Hermione was sitting on the armchair of the Gryffindor common room. She had a big book on her lap.
The door opened up
"Hey, where have you been all day?" asked Ron entering the room with Harry.
"At the library" she said gravely.
"Of course, how could I even think, that you've been resting on Saturday afternoon!" said Ron rolling his eyes.
Harry laughed, "Did you find anything interesting?"
"Yeah" she handed the tiny bottle to Harry.
"What? More tears?" asked Harry?
"Whose tears?" asked Ron, jealousy clouding his voice.
"Calm down" Said Hermione "I almost got in trouble with Lucius Malfoy today. I witnessed the visit he gave to Draco." she stopped and felt a lump in her throat " He smashed his head on the wall! He’s nuts! We have to stop him!"
"Is Draco all right?" asked Harry worried
"I hope so” Hermione burst out in sobs.
Harry put a hand on her shoulder "I know, we need to find out why the guards of the castle are letting Lucius Malfoy in. There must be a reason; I don't think that Dumbledore knows it, or he would stop him. But I've been afraid to make things worse telling him."
"Maybe it's a little more complicated..." said Hermione "Draco says, he knows about that"
"What were you doing with Malfoy by the way? "Asked Ron "Wait, did you call him Draco?" but he didn't get any reply.
"I’m checking where he is,” said Harry and he opened the marauder’s map, making sure no one was around.
"He's not in the castle!" exclaimed Harry after a while
"What?" Ron and Hermione looked into the map.
"Ah! Here!” Said Harry pointing at Draco's name next to the lake at the edge of the map " He’s with Professor Lupin!"
"It's dark outside! What are they doing there?!" said Hermione, surprised.
The three kids looked at each other. Without saying a word, Harry jumped up the stairs, and came back after a few minutes, with the invisibility cloak in his hands.
......To be continued
Edited March 1, 2012 by Ranma23
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Chapter 9
I feel it in the darkness
I've got to feel it sometimes
Following the street lamps
Wondering how we're every meant to hide
(Grouper: Alien observer)
FOR NOW I NEED YOUR HIDDEN LOVE
Harry, Ron and Hermione ran out of the castle, heading down to the lake under the invisibility cloak.
As they got close to the lake, the temperature fell noticeably.
"Brrrr" Ron shivered "I don't like it here... The Dementors are supposed to be guarding the castle. Maybe we should go back"
"Shut up, Ron!" whispered Hermione, without noticing the hurt expression on Ron's face.
Harry was checking the map "They’re further down… there"
Suddenly frozen grass cracked under their feet, and Harry looked down. Before he could turn around, he heard a loud scream and his head felt heavy.
"Harry!" cried Hermione, as she realized that a Dementor was right behind them. The invisibility cloak flew off them and the dark floating creature leaned on Harry.
He was feeling so weak, he couldn't move a muscle, and he fell to the ground trying to fight against the scream echoing inside his head. He tried to reach for his wand but either he couldn't find it or he had forgotten where it was. He didn’t even know what the word ‘wand’ meant anymore.
Ron, in the mean time, had jumped on Hermione, protecting her with his body while another Dementor was trying to snatch his soul out of him.
Harry was on the edge of passing out when a blinding glow lit the night. He saw a mighty white unicorn galloping towards him. The beast jumped over them and pushed away the dementors.
Harry closed his eyes and felt warm and relaxed, then he saw the unicorn again, and smiled at it, before receiving a slap across the face.
"Harry!" Hermione looked terrified as she shook, "Ron isn’t waking up!"
Harry stood up, staggering, and reached Ron. He shook him, slapped his face and called his name but he wouldn’t move.
"He was protecting me..." Hermione looked down sadly.
Harry looked at Hermione worriedly, and touched Ron's neck. "His heart is still beating "
"Help.." moaned Ron, shaking
"Ron!" Screamed Hermione "Are you ok?" she leant on him.
"No... " he said faintly, trying to sit up.
Hermione smiled and hugged him.
Harry sighed, wishing they had brought some chocolate.
"Take some of this" Hermione handed him a chocolate bar.
"Wow, did you really think about it?" Harry looked at her in surprise, and took a piece.
"Of course. We know that there have been Dementors all over the place since the beginning of the year! Don't you think of bringing some chocolate when you leave the castle?"
Hermione gave the chocolate to Ron, while Harry picked up the cloak and covered them and himself again.
"Who's Patronus was that anyway?" mumbled Harry, talking more to himself than anyone else.
"What about potatoes?" asked Ron in confusion, trying to walk straight.
"The Unicorn" said Hermione "that was a very powerful one, It's probably Professor Lupin's."
"Since when do you know anything about the patronus spell?" Harry looked at Hermione, who just looked at him crossly.
"Even though haven't been taught to cast a Patronus, that doesn't mean I haven't been reading up about everything regarding the Dementors, since they’re so close to us!"
"Of course.." Said Harry, feeling rather ashamed for not being able to use his freshly learned Patronus spell to help his friends.
Luckily someone else did. Was that really Lupin's Patronus?
Did he see them? Or he was just defendng himself from the Dementors?
Or..
"Of course!" repeated Harry, "Lupin is teaching the Patronus spell to Draco!"
"Really?" said Hermione, who was now felling left behind.
If Draco had suffered in his childhood like Harry did, he was surely in danger next to the Dementors. In order to find one, of course Lupin would have to go to the lake, because Draco's Boggart wouldn't turn into a Dementor.
Actually, he didn't even get to do the practice exercise with the Boggart, because Lupin had dismissed the class earlier that day. Harry wondered what Draco's Boggart could turn into.
"So the unicorn is a spell against the Dementors?" asked Ron
"Yes" answered Hermione " It's called a Patronus, and it's supposed to take the shape of the caster's animal spitual guide...Everyone's is different" she added.
"So that might be Malfoy's patronus. The white unicorn, like the one in the picture" said Ron
"what picture?" asked Harry
"In Malfoy's memory, I saw a picture, actually.... a painting, of a white unicorn. And I saw it more than once" said Ron, trying to be helpful
"Wow, you have good memory! I didn't remember that!" exclaimed Hermione
Harry thought about it and suddenly remembered the painting on the wall. He also remembered that he felt like he knew that painting already, and it was so familiar that his brain didn't record it as an important thing to remember.
While Harry was taken with his thoughts, Hermione saw someone far away "There they are!" she whispered pointing at Lupin and Draco, who were sitting on a big stone in front of the lake.
They approached them, and tried to get as close as possible without making any noise. They had already noticed that professor Lupin had really sensitive hearing.
"Can you hear what they say?" asked Harry
"Sshhh!" said Hermione, concentrating.
Remus turned to Draco, who was slowly eating the chocolate in small bites. He was still so embarrassed that he couldn't really make eye contact with the teacher.
Remus kept looking at him like he was reading his mind, then he lifted a hand and quickly ruffled his pale blond hair before standing up.
Draco stopped still and tensed at the contact.
"You should relax" Said Lupin "come on let's go back to the castle"
"Yes, Sir" Draco glanced up to the teacher with his head still down, then stood up and followed him.
"They’re coming this way! Don't move!" whispered Hermione
Harry and Ron flattened themselves against a stone while Draco and Lupin were passing by.
Harry noticed that Draco's eyes were wet. He shook as the blonde turned around, looking directly into his eyes and stopped, wand in his hand, like he heard something, then he looked around and kept walking.
The three kids held their breath, and then sighed when Draco moved foward.
-*-
Hermione sat on the sofa of the common room. She hadn't eat much at dinner and neither did Harry or Ron. After the Dementor's meeting, their stomachs were very upset. She noticed Draco had left the table early and didn't eat much either.
"I’m confused" Harry sat down beside her.
Hermione looked at him.
"I'll tell you what happened; I alarmed Dumbledore today, when I left the library. Draco was shattered after his father's visit. I guess Dumbledore asked Lupin to teach him the Patronus, because it’s sort of a therapy for the wizard who performs it, and sometimes, even the people standing around will benefit from that. Plus; this tells us that Dumbledore knows about his real mother and her death. Remember what professor Lupin told to you when he taught you the Patronus? Because of your traumatic memories, you guys are sitting ducks for the Dementors."
Harry sat there listening to Hermione's overworking brain, and realized that she was on the same path as him. He also noticed she was being a lot more caring towards Draco after the divination class.
"Hey, by the way, I can't find my cat. Have you seen it?" Hermione suddenly stated, her voice sounding worn out.
Harry shook his head "No.."
Ron entrered the painting and walked over to them.
"I’m going to bed..." he mumbled tiredly.
“Night" replied Harry and Hermione in unison, both their voices sounding flat.
Ron looked at them, and thought that not even Moaning Myrtle ever had such a devastated look on her face.
-*-
Draco was lying in his bed, curtains closed around him, his face leaning on his arm, lightly brushing the soft red fur of Crookshanks with his hand. The cat had snicked into the Slytherin dorm and in his room silently.
He kept thinking about the screaming and sobs he had heard and trying to place them with a memory.
He could remember the day his mother died; he’d been dragged away and locked in his room by his father, then passed the whole day and the night there, banging on the door and screaming, even though no one came in. But still... That wasn’t his own voice he’d heard.
He remembered wetting himself at some point, because he hadn’t been able to get out for hours.
That day was the last time he had cried before this year...
"What's wrong with me?" He whispered to himself.
Maybe Dumbledore was right, and he should have tried to follow his instincts and choose his own path for life.
Right now though, he had one clear instinct; towards Hermione. But even so, he was feeling something strongly tying his soul to someone else...Potter. He knew he couldn’t be friends with Potter, because the Dark lord's plan wouldn’t allow that.
Being around Potter or Hermione so much wasn’t making life easy for him. He would have to explore his feellings in secret, and try to make sure it looked like he was behaving the way the Dark Lord and his father wanted him to.
-*-
The day after, during Herbology class, Hermione and Draco got paired from a casual Teacher's choice, for the 2 hours exercise.
They were sitting on a stone, in the big botanical glasshouse of the castle, ripping tiny leaves off some branch.
For the first half-hour, they only glanced at each other from time to time without saying a word.
Then Hermione suddenly remembered something. She took a notebook from her bag and handed it to Draco. "You forgot this yesterday"
Draco looked into her eyes for a long moment, then took the notebook and put it beside him.
"Thank you" he said quietly, already back to his work.
They were tying together some plant that needed to be dried and conserved in small wraps when Hermione noticed that Draco's hands were shaking.
He stood up to get more cord, and suddenly regretted not having used the bathroom before class. The last time he did was around 8 that morning and at it was almost 5 pm now, not to mention that he had drank a lot at lunch.
He struggled a bit to stand straight, bending slightly at the waist.
Hermione noticed it and sighed.
As he sat back on the rock, she leaned towards him "Draco, how...." But he turned to her in annoyance said "Granger, please!"
Hermione went back to her work, a little upset.
The teacher was walking around checking on the students. An hour passed by while everyone was working in silence, and the teacher was talking to the class about the plants they were preparing.
Harry was paired with Pansy, but he kept glancing over at Draco, and noticed that he was uncomfortable. He realized Pansy was looking at Draco too. Then he looked at Ron, who had been paired with Neville, and saw that he couldn't take his eyes off Hermione.
Draco shifted around on his seat, fighting with the tiny wrap of leaves. Hermione watched him moving between standing and sitting at least five times, trying to look busy around the glasshouse, but she knew that he didn't really need to get up to reach the tools he was using.
He sat back and continued working, when suddenly, he leaned his hands on the stone at his sides and bent forward a bit, pressing his thighs together with his face slightly contracted. He cursed silently; he really had to go, but the class was far from being dismissed. He checked the time- still 20 minutes. He couldn’t even begin to calculate how long 20 minutes was going to be in this state! Any wait was too long of a wait, regardless of how long it was.
"Draco, why don't you just ask to leave the class?" Hermione whispered to him
"I am not going to ask that, and this conversation ends here!" Draco tried to make his voice sound cold, but his nervousness leaked through, and he lost his grip on a wrap of herbs, which then exploded in his hands.
He cursed in a low voice, and picked up the leaves, then turned his back on her, his leg bouncing slightly while he kept on with his work.
The teacher walked at their side "well done Miss Granger" she smiled, and then turned to Draco "Mr Malfoy, this wrap is missing the Red Leaf and this one is missing the Claudius Flower. Please pay more attention to what you're doing"
"Yes, madam. I'm sorry" Said Draco, his straining now visible.
So he stretched his legs in front of himself and crossed them.
"Go ahead! Ask her!" whispered Hermione, as the teacher was walking away "Anyone can tell you have to pee really badly!"
"Stop it, Granger! I don't need your baby-sitting!" he muttered between clenched teeth, his narrowed look very convincing.
Hermione decided that talking to him wasn’t going to work, but she couldn't stop looking at him. This time, however, she noticed that he was a little more obvious than before.
Occasionally, he would stop working and squirm, whilst trying to maintain as much composure as possible.
"OK now" said the teacher "bring all your basket here on the marble table!”
Draco took a long breath before standing up. He felt like his bladder had been uncapped after having been sitting down for so long, and he stiffly walked over to the table, obviously in pain. When he got there, he almost thought he might pass out from stress.
He put the basket on the marble, then shoved both his hands in his pockets bending forward and pressing his crotch, sighing.
Harry, who had been looking at him for the entire lesson, glanced at Hermione, worried.
Draco managed to stand up straight, but then he leaned back on the wall next to the table and tried to cross his legs casually.
His eyes watered, his expression was worried, and he kept biting his lip while inconspicuously squirming. He knew he was totally past his limit, and it would be agony to hold for the last 5 minutes.
The teacher smiled at the class and stated "I will check the baskets and as I am done, you are dismissed couple by couple. "
Draco died a little inside when he realized that him and Hermione were the last couple.
He didn't change his position though, he just tried to concentrate on holding and noting else.
Harry sighed~ he was the third to be checked, and after that he had to run from class for the meeting with his quidditch team.
While the teacher was checking their work, Draco was almost having hallucinations, his bladder screaming for relief. He couldn't think about anything but the sweet release of peeing. His muscles were pulsing under the pressure, and he was shaking to keep in control. Hermione was looking at him, hoping that he wouldn’t wet himself in front of the teacher.
As the teacher dismissed them, he dashed out the door, and walked as fast as he could, whimpering with every step at the effort of holding. Finally, he gripped his crotch and arrived to the end of the hallway.
As he turned the corner, he saw the door of the bathroom and went straight to it, but as he tried to open it, he realized it was locked. Someone inside said "busy!"
" ffffuck!" Draco muttered, throwing his bag to the ground and pacing back and forth from one side of the hallway to the other all the while, looking around for another bathroom, alas there was none. He stopped and crossed his legs, then nervously went back to pacing back and forth.
Hermione turned the corner and saw him kicking the wall and cursing in frustration, with his hand gripping his crotch.
"What's going on?" she asked without getting an answer. She tried to open the door of the bathroom, but the person inside again replied with “busy!”.
Hermione then looked at Draco, worried. He was restlessly stomping his feet on the floor and whimpering, his eyes full of tears.
"GET OUT!" he shouted, kicking the door of the bathroom.
Hermione blushed. She was feeling kindof excited, seeing him like this, but she didn't want to be excited. She was worried, and hoped she could do something for him.
Draco kept walking from the wall to the door, lifting his knees up and down, hand clenched to his crotch. He kicked the wall again, and leaned back on it, but couldn't stand still for a second. The pressure was so strong, that he needed to move around to help his muscles work right.
"uh! ....I must go!..Now!" he said bending forward, and kicked the door of the bathroom again "Goddamn it! Hurry up!" he shouted angrily and sank on his knees to the ground, gripping himself frantically
"I'm gonna pee my pants!" he muttered between clenched teeth.
The door opened.
"I'm sorry " said Nevill looking at Draco kneeling on the ground.
Draco growled, then stood up and pushed Neville violently out of the way crossing the door.
"Nice as always, Malfoy!" huffed Neville, rubbing his arm, and walking away.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders, watching Neville leave, then she heard the sound of water hitting the floor, and peeked inside the open door of the bathroom.
Draco had managed to free himself on the way to the toilet, and not a second too early, but he also had began to pee uncontrollably all over the floor before reaching the bowl.
Hermione backed up, closed the door, and leaned on the wall outside, next to it. She blushed and then shook as she heard a noise down the empty hallway, but when she looked around, no one was there.
Draco sighed, leaning a hand on the wall while the forceful stream was hitting the ceramic, enjoying the feeling of his bladder slowly emptying.
After he was done, he spelled the floor clean and was glad that he didn't need to dry his pants out.
He washed his hands and left the bathroom, then picked his bag up off the floor and walked away, completely ignoring Hermione.
After about ten steps, he stopped but didn't turn around, and sighed.
He heard Hermione walking toward him, and her arms suddenly wrapped around his waist from behind, her body and head leaning on his back.
"You're going to hurt yourself this way..." she said quietly.
"I don't care" snapped Draco
But in that moment he felt like was absorbing all the good energy of that hug. He felt so comfortable and warm, almost like he wanted to sleep. Off-hand, he remembered his mother, and the way she used to hold him… The tenderness of her hands on his face, the warmth of her voice.
Hermione realized he wasn’t refusing the hug, but he also didn't move a muscle toward her. She had to fight with her will to let go of him and walk away.
Draco remained there for a moment longer. As she let go, he lost the vivid memory of his mother.
He walked through the hallway alone, and took the stairs up to the castle.
A door, in the deserted hallway opened slowly. Ron peeked out, his eyes full of tears.
-*-
"Can we go tonight?" Hermione asked Harry as they ate dinner.
"I'll check the map later" said Harry absent mindedly, then biting a suasage and added "Where is Ron?"
"I don't know" Hermione replied. She was very curious to see what memory was in Draco's tears this time, and although she was not excited about seeing Voldemort's face again, she really wanted to solve the mystery surrounding the blonde Slytherin.
Later on, sitting in the common room, Harry and Hermione were still wondering where Ron was.
"He didn't even show up at dinner.." said Hermione worriedly.
"Let me check our room" Harry climbed the stairs up and entered the room. The curtains around Ron's bed were closed. He walked to it and called "Ron are you there?"
"Yes" replied Ron, in a muffled voice.
"Are you ok?" asked Harry "you didn't come to dinner"
"No" was the short reply.
Harry opened the curtain and moved closer. Ron was lying with his head under the pillow.
"What's going on?" asked Harry
Ron took the pillow out of his face, and Harry realized he had a black eye. "What happened to you?”
"I fell from the stairs" said Ron.
"Really? What stairs?" asked Harry, checking his eye closer "Did you put something on it?"
"Nope" Ron sat up on his bed. "Harry, do you think Hermione likes me?"
Harry sighed still looking at his eye, "...I guess she does. But, why are you asking me?"
Ron sighed loudly "...ok, I didn't fall from the stairs."
"What then?" Harry knit his eyebrows
"I had a fight" replied Ron gravely.
“who with?”
"don't tell this to Hermione, please!"
"I promise"
"with Malfoy"
"what?"
"you heard it"
Harry had seen Draco at dinner and he was looking kind of upset. But since that was almost his everyday's look he didn't notice anything. He was massaging his face though...
Ron sighed and sank back into his pillow. "I started it, I attacked him and he just knocked me down"
Harry remembered Hermione looking at Draco, a bit more than usual, during dinner.
"Why would you do that?" asked Harry sadly
"I saw her hugging him"
Harry felt cold inside. "What? When? Hermione?"
"After herbology class, I've been hiding in the hallway."
Harry looked at the ground "Do you think they are.."
"I don't know! I hope not... and what about that whole deal with falling in love? Is she trying to kill him?"
Harry sighed loudly "I don't think so. Maybe she just has a crush on him..."
"ah.." said Ron with a suicidal face.
"We’re going to Dumbledore's office tonight, to check on that memory Hermione found. Wanna come?" Harry tried to lighten the mood.
Ron just growled and put his head under the pillow again.
"Should I take that as a 'no'?" asked Harry confused.
-*-
Hermione and Harry crawled up the stairs to Dumbledore's office, hidden by the invisibility cloak. They got opened the door with a spell, and went inside.
“Oh no!” Said Harry, with surprise, “The penesive is gone!”
....To be continued |
Creative Editor KayLeigh
Chapter 10
I had a hole in the middle
where the lightning went through it
Told my friends not to worry
I had a hole in the middle
someone's sideshow wouldn't do it
I told my friends not to worry
Didn't want to be your ghost
Didn't want to be anyone's ghost
(Arcade Fire: anyone's ghost)
ANYONE'S GHOST
After breakfast, Hermione and Harry were walking on the high bridge outside the castle.
"He won't talk to me!" complained Hermione
"Leave him alone, he'll get over it" said Harry, absent minded
"Over what? I don't even understand what’s going on with him!" she replied nervously
"Whatever it is... it will pass." said Harry, looking far away over the mountains and sighing.
But Ron just kept ignoring her. Harry had to play along with him, pretending that he had actually fallen down the stairs. He didn't want to tell Hermione about his friend's troubles, as he was sure that, in the end, everything would be okay. He was, however, worried for Draco, who was visibly depressed, and for Hermione, who was going about life without as much caution as usual.
Later in the day, between lunch and transfiguration class, Harry was resting on his bed when Ron entered the room, and threw himself onto his bed, sighing.
"How are you?" asked Harry, his face pressed into his pillow.
Ron sighed loudly, like he was fighting back tears.
"I hate him!" his voice was obviously strained.
"Who? Dra..Malfoy?" Harry guessed, unsure why he felt the need to call Draco ‘Malfoy’ around Ron.
"Yes!" exclaimed Ron, getting up from his bed and pacing around the room, "Come on Harry! He’s always been an asshole to us! Don't you remember the past two years? He’s a bossy, cowardly, twat! And now he's Hermione's little baby! I noticed how she looks after him! How did this happen?"
Harry was astonished; he had never seen Ron so mad. He was right, Draco had been a real prick for the past two years, but Harry had always seen something in the depth of his eyes when the blonde was mocking him and insulting his friends; Harry could see the sorrow he was hiding inside, and his attitude was all he had to ease his pain. He was obviously raised to act like that at the price of his freedom.
"He's actually not that bad..." Harry thought aloud.
"What?! Are you kidding me? You should have seen him yesterday, when he did this to me!" Ron burst out, pointing at his black eye, "I run up the stairs behind him, and he turns around and sees me. I’m so mad, I don’t even think about what I’m doing, so I reach him and punch him in the face. He stands there for a second, holding his face and looking at me like I’m an idiot, then he says "Weasel, if you dare touch me again, I will break your hand!". I lift up my arm to punch him again, but he stops me and punches me back. I fell down the stairs and he didn't even stop to see if I was okay! He just left me there!"
Harry was listening with his mouth agape, and at the end he hid a smile. Ron was really overreacting, and Harry looked at him with tenderness. "Ron, I know he’s an asshole, there's no doubt about it, but he lost his mother about 3 years ago, his father is crazy and violent, and to top it off, he's a dark wizard as well. I can’t even begin to imagine being in that kind of negative and obscure environment for so long..." Then he stopped and thought about the Dursleys, and let out a sigh.
"He’s just like his father!" Ron shouted, almost at breaking point.
"No he isn’t, he just needs help!" retorted Harry.
He felt like he was closer to Draco, but there was no way Ron could know that. He had to choose his words carefully.
"You! Last year you would have fought with him if he dared to lay a finger on Hermione or I, and now what? You’re making excuses for him!"
Harry jumped up from his bed, "Ron, he is NOT a bad person. He just wants everybody to think he is!"
"You and Hermione are just falling into his trap! You feel tenderness towards him because he lost his mother! So what? That doesn't make him a good person, does it? And it doesn’t give him the right to be excused! He’s using his mother's death to do what he wants!"
"Losing your mother is not an easy thing, Ron. I hope you will never know that kind of pain." Harry said darkly.
Ron sighed and lowered his head. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking…"
"It's fine..." said Harry, still tense, "I'll see you in class" then he left the room.
"I swear, I am going to make that asshole pee his pants in front of everybody, next time I have the chance!" growled Ron between gritted teeth.
*a few days later*
Draco looked out of the classroom's window; snow had begun to whiten the forest and the mountains. He sighed and turned back to the desk as professor Snape entered the class.
"Today, we are using this classroom as the dungeon is full of sixth year students. We have all we need here, and the lesson will follow the usual course. Now open your books to page 45"
Draco glanced at Hermione, who was busy opening her book. She was sitting next to another girl and Harry and Ron were sitting a few rows behind her.
After that day in herbology class, Hermione hadn't had another chance to talk to him, and he wasn’t giving her the chance either.
He had decided that he didn't want to create any excuse for her to be around him. He missed her a little, but was too afraid of what his father could do to her. He could also feel the Weasel breathing down his neck.
Harry noticed that Draco was looking at Hermione, and so did Ron, who crushed his pencil in rage.
"Calm down!" Harry whispered to him.
"As soon as you are done writing down these ingredients, please go to your work tables and start working on the potion. " said Snape
After a few minutes everybody went to the tables. Ron was furious when he realized the last free space was next to Malfoy.
"I'm not dying to stand next to you either, Weasel" muttered Draco, when he saw the disgusted look on Ron’s face.
"I bet you aren't." Ron replied coldly.
"Back to work, you two!" snapped Snape
Hermione turned to Harry with a questioning look, but he just shrugged his shoulders and kept working. He was on the other side of Ron, working silently on his potion, and glancing at Draco and Ron from time to time.
Ron was now completely consumed with his plan, and kept furtively glancing at Draco, trying to pick up some signs of desperation, praying that it would happen early into the lesson.
He noticed that Malfoy was shifting his weight from time to time, but that wasn’t enough. Everybody at the table was doing that occasionally.
He continued to watch him as he walked over to the shelves to get the required ingredients, but he didn't pick up on any weird movement.
After about 45 minutes, He noticed Draco casually crossing his legs while standing and slicing a root on the table, although that could have just been a casual position anyway.
Maybe, he thought, it wasn’t the right time; But he had been following the blonde all day, and didn't see him use the bathroom once, not even after lunch. He had left him to go to the bathroom himself, but Draco was already going into a classroom at that point. Ron was feeling very subtle and mean, but he did have a good cause to pursue, and he would be as nasty as necessary to pull this off.
1 hour and a half into the class, and Malfoy was still perfectly composed, though a little restless in his own way.
Pansy Parkinson walked over to professor Snape, "Sir, the mermaid sweat is finished"
Snape took the empty bottle from her hands. "It was just enough for everyone... this means someone has used the wrong amount" he watched as the students began nervously checking their potions.
"I will be right back. Don’t make a sound" then he exited the room
Ron was distracted, and a piece of the root he was cutting jumped off his cutting board and into Draco's potion, which suddenly bubbled and changed colour.
"What are you doing, you stupid weasel?" Draco snapped, looking at him angrily
"I haven't done anything!" Ron protested, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"I saw you! You dropped something in my potion!" snarled Draco
"No I didn’t!" replied Ron
Draco grabbed him by his shirt "How dare you?"
"Hey, let him go!" yelled Harry
"Shut up, you dumb scar head!" Draco yelled back, the comment hurting Harry more than he knew.
Ron was pale but he didn't lose his temper. Instead, he tried to smile and whispered "Look at you! You’re just like your crazy, violent father!"
The look on Draco’s face changed, becoming scarier, and Ron winced, clearly expecting a punch.
"Miserable” whispered Draco shaking his head, and then he let him go, letting Ron fall to the ground.
He swore that he had seen Draco’s eyes glow red.
Draco quickly drew his wand, and pointed it at Ron's face.
"Take it back"
"Draco, stop." Harry tried to keep Draco calm, but was ready to draw his wand if needbe.
"You can’t make me stop!" said Draco, pointing his wand at Harry
"Expelliarmus!" yelled Hermione, and Draco's wand flew to the ground
"You!" cried Draco in anger
Ron tackled the blonde, and their two cauldrons fell from the table, spilling over them. Harry tried to stop Ron, who was pinning Draco to the ground. Hermione went around the table to try and help Harry, and all the other students, even Crabbe and Goyle, were staring at the scene unfolding before their eyes, frozen to the spot.
Snape entered the classroom, and upon seeing the fight and the mess, he slammed the door shut, making everybody jump and stop what they were doing.
He walked over to the four kids. First of all, he cleaned the potion from the ground and from their clothes, then he examined the scene and said, "Potter, Weasley, Malfoy and Granger. Stay after class for a two hour detention. Now finish you potions or make it again" he gestured at the empty and clean cauldrons belonging to Draco and Ron, then walked back to his desk.
The four kids went back to their work. The tension between them was so strong that all the other students were glancing at them, like the fighting would restart at any moment.
Ron noticed Draco's eyes were shining. For a moment, he thought he might have hurt him in the fight, and he was proud of it, but then he remembered that he had just landed with his arm on his lower abdomen, and the kid had growled in pain. Maybe he made the right move this time. His lips curved into an evil half-smile, one that was typical of Malfoy, but this time he felt like it suited him perfectly.
He saw the blond lightly sniffing at his side, and moving around a bit more than before, constantly shifting his weight and lightly swinging his knees.
Draco was furious with Harry; he had to have said something to Ron. How else would Weasley have found out about his father being so violent? All the things that Harry might have said to Ron ran through Draco’s mind, and he shuddered at the thought.
-*-
Class was dismissed.
Snape ordered the four kids to sit in a row of desks, and wrote on the chalkboard. He saw that the three Gryffindors were sitting together, but Draco had taken a seat three desks from Ron.
"I want you to write an essay on this topic. Don’t make a sound and when you’re done, you can explain to me why you were fighting like children on the floor. I will be next door for a few minutes. Needless to say, you are not allowed to leave the room without permission, and with that, please consign your wands"
The kids stood up one by one, putting their wands on Snape’s desk, then he took them with him when he left the room.
"Thanks, Malfoy!" smirked Ron.
Draco didn't answer. He just kept his composure and continued to write in his notebook silently.
"Ron.." whispered, Hermione shaking her head
He ignored her, yet noticed that Draco had quickly glanced at her while keeping his head down.
Half an hour into the detention, Harry was shifting nervously on his seat.
"Are you ok?" asked Hermione
"I really need to go to the bathroom!" replied Harry, swinging his legs "I wonder where Snape is?"
The professor had come back, and after checking on them, had left again.
At this information, Hermione looked over at Draco "I don’t think you’re the only one…" she pointed her chin to Draco when Harry turned to her.
He was sitting stiffly, with his left hand gripping the side of the chair.
Hermione noticed the bracelet on his wrist falling out of his sleeve, and recalled the kiss in the bathroom, then sighed.
"Hermione" whispered Harry " I think I need to go find Snape, I really have to pee"
Hermione watched him bouncing his legs, then glanced back at Draco, slightly shaking and biting his lip.
"I'll go look for him. You figure out a way to bring Draco with you"
"Ok, thanks" sighed Harry.
As Hermione left, he gave it a squeeze to try and ease the pressure.
" Where did she go?" asked Ron
"Looking for Snape. I have to pee really badly!" muttered Harry, bending forward.
Ron looked at him, then glanced at Draco. "Apparently he does too." He was pleased.
"Yeah, but he won’t ask to leave the classroom" said Harry shaking his head, then he stood up gripping his crotch, and walked around the class. "Oh Merlin! I have to pee!" He made his voice a little louder than need be to try and see Draco’s reaction.
The blonde looked up at him, "Interesting, Potter! If you don't mind, I’m trying to concentrate on my essay!"
Harry sighed. It hadn’t worked, though, what was he expecting? Draco saying he had to pee in front of Ron?...He would probably rather die before doing that!
In that moment, Hermione re-entered the class, "Harry! Snape was mad at me for leaving the class, and he said none of us can leave until he's back"
Harry stomped his feet on the ground impatiently, "shit! I can't wait!"
Draco glared at him. "Shut up, Potter!"
"Yes Professor Malfoy!" snapped Harry sarcastically
"Screw you" Draco said through gritted teeth, his voice low and cold.
Harry paced around the classroom, trying to hold on. He peeked through the door to see if Snape was coming.
"Where is he?" he looked back at Hermione.
"I found him in the hallway, talking to Professor McGonagall"
"He’ll understand, I’ll go look for him"
"Don't Harry, he was really mad! He took 5 points!"
"5 points?! What am I supposed to do? Pee my pants for 5 points?" replied Harry nervously, squeezing his crotch and blushing.
Ron was scanning Malfoy from where he sat; his leg had started to bounce slightly, and he shuddered occasionally. His narrowed eyes gave away the fact that holding it was now a painful procedure.
Harry also looked over at Draco, trying to think of something that would convince him to leave the class, but he was so stubborn! And Harry was having troubles just concentrating.
Snape finally came back and found himself in front of Harry, who was jumping in place, and trying not to hold his crotch.
"What are you doing Potter?"
"Sir, may I be excused please?" Harry shook
"Go" he replied flatly, realizing just what the problem was. The kid ran out the door.
Hermione noticed that Draco was straightening up on the chair, taking a more composed position as Snape reached his desk.
"Keep on working" Snape looked at Hermione.
The three of them were writing silently.
Ron was gazing at Draco, rather pleased that he hadn’t asked to leave the room. He would have liked the whole class to witness this, but just telling everyone that he had witnessed Draco wet himself would be quite effective too; It would make such a good story!
Draco was popular because of his father, but was nasty to everyone, and had a lot of undeclared enemies among all houses of Hogwarts.
"Mr Weasley, are you finished?" asked Snape, seeing that he was distracted.
Ron jumped in surprise, saying "Hem, no Sir!" then continued to correct what he had just written.
Harry came back with a very relaxed face. He sat back in his place, and saw Hermione glancing over at Draco.
"He’s busting!" she whispered to Harry in the lowest voice she could muster
"Miss Granger, keep quiet" Snape glared at her
"I'm sorry Sir!" She replied, then she wrote on the side of her paper and elbowed Harry.
_ should I speak for him?_
Harry widened his eyes, then subtly shook his head.
_he's not going to make it, just look at him!_ she wrote again
_ That’s up to him. Anyway, I doubt he would want you to do that_ Harry wrote back.
Hermione remembered that Draco had thanked her at the library, when she helped him with getting to the bathroom in time.
_Actually, I can do better than speak for him!_ She scribbled, and winked at Harry.
He shuddered, hoping that she wasn’t going to do something embarrassing, like last time in Divination class.
Hermione straightened her back and looked at professor Snape. The teacher realized this after a while, and glanced at her once, then a second time suspiciously, and he saw her moving her eyes in a weird way towards her right.
"Something wrong, Miss Granger?" asked Snape, and all eyes turned on her, even Draco.
"Ha... No... Sorry! A fly was just bothering me!" she said in embarrassment.
"What ARE you doing?" asked Harry in confusion
"I was trying to point him out!" said Hermione, not moving her lips as she spoke.
Ron frowned at her.
Hermione tried again. As soon as Snape looked at her, she pointed a sneaky finger at Draco.
"Miss Granger, what is your problem? Would you please speak up?"
The other three looked at her again. In that moment Draco squirmed violently, but managed to pass it off as shifting on his chair. His eyes were watery, but he kept his face down.
Hermione stood up, embarrassed "I'd say that we cannot stay four hours inside a classroom, without having a break"
"Do you need a break miss Granger? Go ahead" replied Snape
Hermione sighed, "I mean, all of us should get a break" and she moved her eyes to Draco.
The blond gave her an icy glare.
"You are allowed to ask if you need to leave the room, but this is detention Miss Granger, not a picnic. Do I have to remind you what happened just before, in class?"
Hermione was upset and annoyed that Snape couldn’t seem to understand what she was trying to say, so she sat down and said, "I'm sorry" then kept working on her paper.
-*-
One hour and a half into the detention, Draco was having some serious issues with keeping his composure.
He was swinging his leg left and right from time to time, and gripping the chair like mad. His back was stiff, and his face slightly contracted. Not to mention, his eyes were welling up with tears.
Hermione looked at him worriedly, then glanced at Snape, and had an idea. She crunched up a sheet of paper, and stood up to go over to the bin. In doing that, she passed by Draco's desk and purposely hit his inkwell, making it fall from the desk and smash on the ground.
"Oh, sorry!" she said
Draco looked up at her and cursed silently. The last thing he needed was to stand up. He wished he had his wand, but suddenly Snape reversed the event with a spell.
"Miss Granger please pay attention"
"Thank you Sir" said Draco. His voice was strained.
"You’re welcome,” said Snape and he looked at him a little closer as he lowered his head back to his work.
Hermione smiled; Snape's attention finally was on Draco, and he realized that something was wrong with him.
She saw him looking at the kid intensely, like he was reading his mind, and that was exactly what Snape was trying to do, but to no avail.
Ron cursed inside his head. The blonde was so close to wetting himself! He hoped that Snape wouldn't say anything.
"Mr Malfoy" said Snape quietly "Are you all right?"
Draco tensed at these words, but didn't look up "Yes, Sir"
Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance.
Ron kept himself from smiling, and didn't look up.
"Then why do you look like you’re suffering?" Snape pressed.
"It’s nothing Sir, I’m fine" answered Draco, but his voice trembled.
Snape didn't believe him.
Harry and Hermione were watching the conversation like one would watch a ping-pong match.
Snape went back to his work and so did Draco.
Hermione kept glancing at both of them, and realized that Snape was secretly observing Draco.
In fact, after another minute, he stood up and walked over to the blond.
"Mr Malfoy, please stand up and follow me"
Draco looked like someone had just insulted him. He glanced down at Snape's legs, and tensed in his seat.
He knew that Snape didn't like to discuss his orders, and he was feeling embarrassed in front of the others, so he stood up slowly, as not to lose control of his muscles, and walked after him whilst digging one hand into his pocket.
Hermione and Harry sighed.
Ron looked at the scene, annoyed that he would have to wait for another chance. All in all, Hermione had done exactly the opposite of what she had intended; Draco had been humiliated anyway.
Snape reached the door of the bathroom and stopped in front of it, then opened it and looked at Draco, who had stopped and tried to stand still, but shaking like a leaf
"Go ahead" Said Snape, motioning inside
Draco didn't move.
"I said go, use the bathroom!"
Draco forced himself to stand still, in fact, his will was so strong that he was like stone, even as he felt a spurt coming out. His muscles clenched until he stopped the flood, but he didn't move.
Snape tried to read his mind once again, and this time he noticed that something was leaking through; he was repeating to himself, "don't show your weakness", over and over. The effort of holding was lowering his capacity to upkeep the occlumency.
"I don't understand why you do this to yourself" Said Snape shaking his head almost in disgust "Do you want to go back to class then?"
Draco shuffled and clenched his teeth. A tear ran down his face.
"I see" Sighed Snape, "I will be waiting for you in the classroom” And he left him there.
He took one last glance at the boy before entering the class door, and saw him dash into the bathroom.
"This is insane!" whispered Snape to himself, and he entered the classroom.
Harry and Hermione went silent.
Ron eyed the teacher suspiciously.
Meanwhile, Draco had entered the bathroom, but had lost control at the door, and despite his hand clenched on his crotch, he couldn't stop the flow. He tried digging the other hand into his crotch, and tried to grip at the base, but that wasn't working either… He had lost the battle.
Once he got inside a stall, he leant on the wall, breathing unevenly and shaking. His eyes were full of tears and there was a waterfall of pee cascading through his hands, running between his legs, soaking his trousers and hitting the floor noisily. He gave up and just let it all go, seeing as that was really the only choice he had left.
He suddenly realized he didn't have his wand, and felt totally lost.
Snape looked at the time. Draco had been gone for 10 minutes, and in another 5 minutes, he would have to dismiss the class.
He sighed and realised that maybe he had wet himself, yet his wand was still on the desk.
He should learn to not wait too long next time. It's too easy when you always have a chance to clean up. That won’t teach him to change his habits...
But he felt bad for him regardless.
Draco was still there, his wet jeans now going cold. He usually wouldn’t wait this long before getting dried up. This reminded him of when he was a baby, and couldn't use such a spell yet. He had learned the cleaning spells before any kids his age, before even having his own wand. When his mother realized that his father was forcing him wait to go to the bathroom until he was in a position where he didn’t have to ask permission, she taught him the cleaning spells, letting him use her wand to prevent being embarrassed in front of other people. That was the wand that he’d been using since school began; made of howthorn, with a heart of unicorn hair.
He realised that he was recalling another good memory of his mother; another good memory that he thought he’d erased somehow.
He didn't know what to do, and realized that Harry Ron and Hermione had just been dismissed; he heard their voices in the hallway and panicked, flattening himself against the wall, and shuddering from the cold and the stress. His eyes were watching the bathroom door through a gap in the stalls walls.
"Let go of me!" cried Ron, entering the bathroom, then he called out, with just a hint of pleasure in his voice, "Malfoy, are you there?"
Draco held his breath, and looked down at the puddle surrounding his feet; it had spread out from under the stall.
"Come on, Ron let's go!" said Harry, stopping at the door
"Ron! Leave him alone!" screamed Hermione, coming at Harry's side.
Hearing Hermione, Ron was even more motivated
"Malfoy, where are you?!” he called again, before noticing the floor, "Oh, hold on! Maybe I can tell myself! There's big puddle coming from under this stall!" He felt so evil, he almost scared himself.
Draco closed his eyes.
Ron slammed a hand against the stall's door. Draco's eyes flicked to the door in a fit of anger, and he felt his arm burning.
"I know you’re there, and I can tell that you peed your pants! Be assured, the whole school will know about this by tomorrow!" sneered Ron, hearing a strained sob from inside the stall.
Then the stall's door slammed open.
Draco came out and grabbed Ron's shirt at the neck, then slammed him against the wall in front of the stall, his eyes still wet for the tears.
Harry and Hermione looked at the scene, their eyes wide in fear.
"If you dare do that, I swear I'll make your life a living hell!!" He shouted, his hands shaking on Ron's shirt.
Ron was looking at him, wide-eyed and mouth agape.
"You're just lucky that I’m not putting your face in this puddle! " growled Draco, his voice full of malice.
Harry and Hermione stood there, frozen to their spots, then noticed Draco's wet pants and blushed.
Ron couldn't just surrender, and he tried to face him. Holding his wrists, he tried to push Malfoy away, but the blonde was too strong, even though he was shaking, and he couldn't free himself.
"You don't scare me Malfoy!!" He shouted
"You obviously don't know me then, Weasley" said Draco icily
Hermione decided that enough was enough. She took Draco's wand from Harry and walked over to him, "Snape told us to bring you wand back to you"
Draco gave her a loathsome look, then let go of Ron and violently snatched the wand out of her grip. He cleaned his clothes and the floor nervously, waving his wand, then walked towards the door wiping his eyes, and frowned at Harry as he walked past.
The energy he put into the cleaning spell was so strong, all of them felt like they had just put on fresh clothes, and the bathroom floor shone.
Draco found his bag outside the classroom door, picked it up, and went back to his room.
Ron stood there, still in shock from the fight. Harry was furious with him; how could Ron not understand that he was just making things worse this way? And Hermione was clearly backing Draco in this situation, because Ron was acting like an asshole.
The three left the bathroom in silence, and headed to the common room.
-*-
Draco took a shower in an attempt to calm down. He was expecting his father to appear any given moment.
When he went back to his room, he found Crookshanks on his bed again, and nervously pushed him away, then lay on his bed, feeling rather frustrated. His father never showed up, and he fell asleep thinking that maybe he had done something right for a change. When he woke up, he realized that it was already time for dinner. Even though he wasn’t hungry, he decided to go anyway.
He completely ignored Harry and the other two for the whole meal, sitting between other Slytherins and telling them about the detention, making up how easy it was to just sit there, and write the essay.
Suddenly, Snape stood up and walked over to his table.
"Mr Malfoy, I'll meet you in my office in 15 minutes." he stated, then walked away.
"Yes Sir" Draco said, seriously.
Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy looked at him with questioning expressions.
"What?" he asked, clearly annoyed
"Did you just get another detention?" Goyle looked at him worriedly.
"No" stated Draco proudly "We need to discuss some advanced potion that he wants to teach me"
"Wow" Pansy looked at him in amazement, then blushed as she said "You’re a real master in potions!"
"Thanks.." Draco forced himself to smile, secretly finding Pansy quite pathetic. He didn't like to play this role when it came to bragging about his studies, even though he was good enough in his classes to brag more than he did.
He left the Great Hall, and headed toward the dungeon
He knocked on the office's door, then opened it when he heard Snape's voice say "Come in"
He walked over to the desk, and sat down as the professor gestured.
"Draco," began Snape, "I am very worried. I know that this is a hard time for you, but you can't behave like this; It's surely not healthy, not to mention that it's completely ridiculous"
Draco stared at the floor in silence; He didn't want another lecture on how he should stop doing this, because he already knew he couldn’t explain why he was doing it. Plus he knew that Snape was on his father's side.
He’d actually been surprisingly nice to him lately, and it confused him. Perhaps Snape was testing his resistance, and possibly spying on him and tipping off his father, letting him know when Draco was doing something wrong.
"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Snape softly
"No" he replied.
Snape tried to read his mind again, but to no avail, as the kid was performing a perfect occlumency charm against him, and though it annoyed him, he was proud that Draco had mastered it so well; after all, he was the one who'd taught him to perform it.
Draco had to learn that charm rather early, in order to hide the dark mark. But ever since he learned it, he had also used it to cover up his desperation against those who could mind read. Snape had promised to keep Draco from being killed by Voldemort, yet he was only a spy for Dumbledore, merely pretending to be a deatheater. Still... he didn't see any harm in trying to sway the child towards the good side while he was at it.
It was saddening to see him being controlled by his father, who was surely the cause of this weird behaviour.
He sighed. "Will you stop behaving like this, or am I wasting precious minutes of my life here?"
"I don't want to have this conversation again." replied Draco icily
"You’re supposed to respect your teachers, Draco. You will not to talk to me in such a manner" said Snape, an annoyed expression settling on his face.
"I don't want to talk about this! If you keep this up, I’ll tell my father that you’re trying to force me to talk!" snarled Draco, standing up
Snape looked him in the eyes, speaking in a serious tone "We both know that you wouldn't do that." he paused "Tomorrow 8 pm.".
"For what?" asked Draco, upset
"Detention. You are now dismissed." Snape’s voice and facial expression were cold.
Draco turned away furiously and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Snape closed his eyes and whispered to himself, "That kid..", then shook his head. |
Creative Editor: KayLeigh
Chapter 11
I fell in love and
I needed a roadmap
To find out where you lived
So excited now
Sleepwalking, 'cause I'm sleepwalking
(Modest Mouse: sleepwalking)
SLEEPWALKING
"It' 11 PM already!" yawned Ron, standing in front of the common room window. Almost everyone in the Gryffindor dorm had gone to bed.
Harry, who was reading a book, lay on the couch "yeah...I guess it's time we went to bed."
Hermione came down from the girls’ dorm, her face filled with worry.
"I can't find Crookshanks anywhere, and it’s almost been a week!"
Ron ignored her.
"I haven’t seen him around either, sorry" said Harry
Hermione sat on the couch, tired. The third year was so hard, what with her choice of following so many subjects, assisted by the time turner that professor McGonagall gave her.
She had thought about using it to see Draco, but had been carefully told that it was not to be used for personal gain, or it would be taken back, and she would face punishment.
"Harry, can I borrow the marauders map? Maybe I’ll be able to find crookshanks with it"
"Sure" replied Harry, taking the map out of his bag and handing it to her "I’ll get it off you tomorrow, cause I’m going to bed now" he said yawning.
"Thanks! Goodnight Harry." Hermione turned and began climbing the stairs to her room.
She pulled the curtains around her bed closed, and opened the map pronouncing the magic words.
What Harry didn’t know, was that she had been planning this for a few days.
Between her time turner shifts, she had been spying on the Slytherin common room entrance, trying to get the password.
She looked at the map, hoping that Draco wouldn’t yet be in his room, and her lips curved into a smile when she saw that he was alone in the Slytherin common room, while all the dorms were full of sleeping students.
-*-
Draco sat on the window ledge, back against the wall, one ankle under the other leg, like a kid his age would, instead of his usual, composed, straight posture. The torchlight bouncing around the walls had been dimmed, as all students were supposed to be in bed by now.
He played with his shoelace and looked out the window, the black trees topped with snow. Even though the dungeon was on the lower floor of the castle, Hogwarts had been built in a way that, no matter where you were, there was always a beautiful sight to be seen through the windows. Secretly, Draco loved to gaze out the window at night, especially in winter. The snow
on the dark forbidden forest shone under the light of the moon; it was peaceful, yet creepy.
-*-
Hermione waited for Ron and Harry to go upstairs, then exited through the painting and snuck down to the dungeon.
For days, she had been wishing for a chance to see Draco without Harry and Ron noticing, and had also wanted to be in possession of the map, so they wouldn’t see where she was. This was perfect.
Draco leant his head against the wall. His day had been hard; he would have preferred it if Hermione and that Weasel hadn’t stuck their noses into his business. Now, Ron was jealous and spiteful, and Hermione was always around to provoke that hot-tempered red head.
In the end, everything was just blowing up in Draco's face, and whilst he hoped that she would stop looking for him, he felt a pain in his chest at the thought of not seeing her.
Suddenly, he heard the painting opening up, and saw a hooded figure appear in the dark. He leapt to his feet, and held his wand in an over-reaction.
"It's just me, relax...” said Hermione, pulling off the hood of her mantel and walking towards him.
"Granger? What the f-"
"Mind your words Draco!"
"You’re not allowed in here, so please leave. Now." Draco’s voice was cold, and he went back to his seat with a vexed
expression on his face. Although he was almost happy to see her, that feeling was buried in the depths of his heart, under the heavy heritage of his father's name. And he was still mad at her for disarming him, and then shifting Snape’s attention to him.
Hermione walked over to him, climbed onto the window ledge, and sat at his side.
"You are NOT welcome Granger. What part of my sentence do you not understand?" Draco crossed his arms over his chest, and looked out the window.
"I came here to say sorry,” she mumbled quietly
Draco snorted and continued to look out the window, "I didn’t like what you did today, but I don't need your stupid apologies. Just leave. Oh, and for God’s sake, please keep your weasel in his cage"
Hermione sighed "you can be a real prick when you want to."
Draco widened his eyes, and stared at her in disbelief "What did you just say, Granger?"
Hermione smiled "why don't you just relax, and stop freaking out! And you can’t keep getting offended; you just called Ron a weasel for crying out loud! Take the 'prick', and just shut up! Stupid Ice Prince..."
She was slightly amused; boys really needed to mature faster...
Draco just stood there looking at her, clearly annoyed.
"Draco, I was kidding..."
"Very funny" Dracos voice was full of sarcasm, and he turned to the window.
"Listen, you had bad afternoon, I understand-"
"And who can we blame for that?" he huffed, not turning around.
"I WAS trying to help you.... but I was wrong. You don't need my help"
Draco turned to her and gazed into her eyes "What’s that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, you know who you are, and you know what you're doing, therefore you don't need help from anyone."
Draco was confused, her reverse psychology working, and he just turned back to the window in silence, although he could feel Hermione's words ripping open a hole inside his heart.
"Draco, I’m here because-"
"I don't know who I am” he sighed faintly, cutting her off.
Hermione looked at him, noticing this new sadness.
"Of course you know. For all you know, you could be getting to know yourself right now" her voice was soft
Draco appreciated her words; It felt so good to just confess to someone one of the things that had been buried inside for so long, but nonetheless, he held himself back from succumbing to the feeling.
"Maybe..." he muttered
Hermione moved a hand to his left wrist, touching his bracelet, and consequently, his hand.
Draco shuddered at her touch, glancing down at his hand, and then up at her.
"What is this?" she asked, brushing the bracelet with a fingertip.
"My mother gave it to me for my first birthday. She made it." he replied
"It's very beautiful! Is it charmed to grow up with you?" she asked, full of curiosity
"I guess so, it's never been too tight nor too loose and I’ve never taken it off. I can't bring myself to take it off..” He watched as
Hermione examined the bracelet.
She was funny, her eyes concentrated on it, as if she were studying some mystical creature. When it came to learning something new, Hermione became very excited, and her mood could change in a split second. Draco liked that part of her, felt that she was very similar to him. Always curious and studying, keeping herself up to date on everything, just like he was.
"The wire is so white... It looks like it’s never been dirty!" she said, excited
"It hasn’t,” said Draco, and then he started to quietly count how many seconds it took her to realize what the material was.
Three... four...
"It's unicorn hair!" she exclaimed
Draco lightly laughed through his nose, amused "That's correct, Granger! Ten points to Gryffindor!"
Hermione smiled as she giggled "shut up!", and looked up at Draco, watching an unhindered smile light up his face for the first time in the last three years.
She kept looking into his gray eyes.
"How did she get the unicorn hair?"
Draco's face saddened "I don't know"
He looked back into her eyes
"Hagrid used to collect them in the forest. Maybe she found it there, when she was in Hogwarts" said Hermione, smiling
"Something I’ll never know..” muttered Draco.
"Why?" asked Hermione, although she already knew the answer.
Draco didn't reply straight away, instead he turned to the window.
After a few second he answered her.
"My real mother died three years ago" he sighed, almost losing his voice.
Hermione saw his eyes shining, and his eyebrows knit together.
"I'm sorry...it must have been hard for you" her voice was soft.
Draco didn't answer, and instead kept looking out the window.
Hermione looked at him, and resisted the impulse to hug him.
"She said it would protect me forever" His fingers brushed against the unicorn hair.
Hermione looked at the bracelet.
She had felt a pang when he said that; It was like he was holding onto what his mother had told him as a child, desperately trying to believe it like he did many years ago, but disappointed as the recent events seemed to deny it’s truth.
"It's true, unicorn hairs are a protection towards dark arts, and they bring joy and fortune. They are strong, and they never age." said Hermione.
"Then, this can’t be unicorn hair" said Draco cynically
Hermione held his left hand.
Draco looked at his hand, a sense of relaxation enveloping him, and a memory of his mother holding him came into his mind. When he closed his eyes, he could see her smiling face, and her long blond hair blowing in front of her face in a light breeze.
Then he felt his mother's arms around him, and surrendered to the warmth and the comfort of it.
When he opened his eyes, he was dismayed to see that it was Hermione standing in front of him, hugging him.
Still, he rested his head on her shoulder and dug his face into her hair.
"I don't want to fight with you Draco, I really like you." She took his arms and pulled them around her waist.
Draco slowly found himself hugging her back; the feeling was awesome and recharging. A series of memories of his mother passed in front of him like a montage.
Hermione slowly moved her head in front of him and kissed him. Draco kissed her back, and their hug tightened. He put a hand through her soft hair and she did the same. He could feel her warm hands on his back, healing the tension his body held. It was a feeling he could never forget, one similar to how he felt when his mother held him as a child. She had this habit of rubbing people's back and making them feel loved, relaxed and at peace; It was like a power she’d had, and everyone, especially children, had loved and enjoyed it.
He pressed Hermione to his chest, and he could feel her body touching his. Suddenly, his visions turned dark; his mother’s face was close to his, screaming and crying, her tears wetting his face, and the face of voldemort appeared in front of him.
He backed off, pushing Hermione away.
"What happened?" asked Hermione, worried and trying to keep herself from falling on the ground.
Draco looked shocked, and asked "what are you doing?"
"Hugging you?"
"Why the hell do I see my mother whenever you do that?"
"Well" Hermione suddenly looked rather annoyed, "That’s something I was hoping wouldn’t happen..."
"Is it magic?" said Draco, eyeing her suspiciously
"Nope” replied Hermione "More like a syndrome, I'd say.. " she smirked and adjusted her shirt.
"You don't say!" said Draco, offended, "I'm telling you, it happens all the time! You touch me, I suddenly have these visions of
my mother, and of things that I’ve never remembered, or that I didn’t actually know!"
"This is interesting, but it could be just you projecting your mother onto me,” said Hermione gravely, like a psychiatrist.
"Why would I project her on you?" huffed Draco.
"I’m curious about that too" she replied.
They looked at each other for a while.
Hermione was sad, and she felt a little like Wendy, trying to see a partner in Peter Pan. She was very attracted to him, but he was only thinking about his lost mother. She was almost thinking of leaving, when Draco said
"I'm sorry"
"For what?" Hermione failed to hide her surprise
"For disappointing you" replied Draco bluntly, turning his head back to the window.
Hermione thought to herself, now THAT was a Peter Pan attitude.
They stood there in silence.
"You are the first person I’ve ever told about my mother" Draco slowly looked back at her.
Hermione suddenly felt happy.
"It's ok. You can tell me whatever you want, if you ever need to talk to someone" she smiled, then put her hands back on the step and lifted her body on it, sitting next to him again.
Draco again turned to the window "I’m not supposed to share these things with anyone"
Hermione thought about his father "Why? Did your father tell you that...? Why is he so hard on you anyway?"
Draco lowered his head.
He felt the strong urge to talk to her.
He just wanted to cry out everything.
He was sure that, if he could do that, then he would be free at last, but he held onto his feelings, and pushed them back.
His eyes were burning and filling up with tears, and he could feel a pain in his chest.
"You can talk to me" repeated Hermione, looking into his face.
Draco shook his head, tears trickling down his face, "There are so many thing that I can't talk about"
He wiped his eyes, but a sob shook him.
Hermione stood up again, and positioned herself in front of him, as the ledge was tall enough to put their faces at the same height, although Draco was still a little taller then her . She hugged him again
"I think you need to cry a lot more that this," she urged gently, "You can't just hold yourself back from doing everything you feel the need to do. You have to let go of something"
But Draco was holding back his sobs as much as he could, and fighting against his want to tell Hermione what was making him feel so bad.
"Let go,” she said softly, caressing his hair and holding his head on her shoulder. She felt his body shake with another sob.
He just surrendered himself to her touch again, which was the only thing he could let go with. But as he did, his right arm started to burn. He quickly wrapped his arms around his stomach, pressing on the dark mark.
Hermione looked at him worried "are you ok?"
Draco bent forward, his head touching his knees. The pain was so strong, he almost couldn't breath.
"Go away, Granger!" he growled
"Why? What’s going on?"
Draco stood up grabbing his arm, and ran up the stairs to the dorm, curtly bidding her goodnight.
Hermione sat on the ledge and sighed.
"I...guess I should go to bed too"
-*-
"Did you find Crookshanks? " Harry asked Hermione when she handed the map back to him under the table at breakfast.
Hermione shook her head and yawned; she was so tired, she barely slept for 4 hours.
She looked around and couldn't see Draco.
Half an hour later, Hermione was walking out the door of the Great Hall to catch up to Harry and Ron outside, when she ran into Draco.
"Just like it’s owner!" said the blond with his icy look, holding a purring Crookshanks in front of her like a towel.
"What? Where did you find him?" asked Hermione confused
"In my bed" smirked Draco, and walked away.
Hermione blushed, and hid her smile behind her cat's fur. She hugged her pet close, and sniffed his fur, hoping he would smell like Draco, but he just smelt like a clean cat.
"You’ve been with Draco the whole time?" she said to Crookshanks "You shady cat!"
Draco reached the breakfast table and just poured himself a cup of juice, standing in front of it.
Hermione walked back to him, closely followed by her cat. She noticed that his body tensed when she got closer.
" By the way, good morning! How are you?" she asked
"I'm ok,” he replied, looking away.
"What happened yesterday? Why did you run away?"
"Nothing, I just..."
"Your arm was hurting... Let me see it" she moved her hand towads his right arm but he jerked it away nervously
"it's fine now" he hid his arm behind his back.
Hermione looked at him in surprise, "What's the matter?"
"Excuse me, I have to go to class now,” Said Draco cutting the conversation short, and walking away.
-*-
"Did you hear what he said?" whispered Ron
"No" Harry lowered his voice, hiding behind the crystal ball on the table of divination class.
"He said that Crookshanks was just like his owner, Hermione! And then, he said the cat was in his bed!" Ron was shocked.
"I highly doubt he meant that.” said Harry, secretly trying to make himself believe what he had just said.
"No, Harry! I heard that! He said that!" he hissed.
"Oh come on! She would never do that!" replied Harry
"What? I saw her hugging him! Maybe they ARE secretly together! See, she’s not even sitting near us now!" insisted Ron, pointing at Hermione with tears in his eyes, as she sat a few tabled away.
Harry gulped. He felt hurt; at first, it had stung that Draco wasn't talking to him, but now he was in secret relationship with his friend? And Hermione hadn’t even told him about it. It was almost like Draco was purposely just screwing with his group of friends to be mean to him. Maybe Ron was right.
"I don't know.." mumbled Harry sadly.
-*-
Harry and Ron were walking toward their next class when they spotted Draco in the hallway, walking quickly in their direction.
Ron's eyes shone in rage, and he blocked him by standing in front of him.
"Get out of my way, Weasley!" Draco stopped and clenched his teeth.
Harry noticed that he was in a hurry, and as he was stopped, he lifted one leg and stomped a foot on the ground.
Ron pushed him, and Draco tensed with shiny, strained eyes, then moved a step back. He was acting weird; he didn't react to the fight as usual.
"Weasley, seriously, I don't have time for you now! Move!" he growled.
"Where were you going in such a rush? Is she waiting for you?!" grinned Ron
Harry touched Ron's shoulder and whispered, "Ron, I think you're wrong "
Draco looked at Ron icily, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Ron looked at him hard, "I know you are seeing Hermione!" he insinuated, scanning the gray eyes.
"I didn't know she was your girlfriend, Weasley! " Draco smirked nervously shifting his feet, then turned around and walked in the opposite direction.
As he turned the corner, he looked around and clenched a hand to his crothc, slightly opening his mouth and closing his eyes in a grimace. He shifted his feet to hold it in, frantically, trying to think of another bathroom neearby and pacing back and forth.
When he heard steps behind him he stopped and let go of his crotch.
Ron had walked after him and as soon as he was in front of him, he pushed the blond up against the wall. Draco moaned in
pain and bent forward holding his crotch again.
"What's up? Are you wetting your pants?" said, Ron with a hint of pleasure in his voice.
Draco was staring at the ground, tears flickering into his eyes he was unable to stand straight as his bladder was throbbing. He was just running to the bathroom after painfully holding it in class for 2 hours, and he really couldn't hold back any more.
"Then I won’t need to tell to anyone! It’s happening in front of them!" Ron pointed out the students walking around, some of them having already stopped and glanced at the scene.
Draco stood up in pain, still holding his crotch slightly bent at the waist, and violently grabbed Ron's neck with his free hand.
"Don't you dare Weasley!" he growled, his teeth clenched he felt his bladder jolt and struggled to hold it in.
Harry suddenly felt excited in watching the scene, and he remained there almost paralyzed from a wave of pleasure and confusion, and unable to react.
"Let go, bastard!" screamed Ron.
Trying to free, himself he stepped in and folded Draco's arm - now weaker for the effort of holding-, shortening the distance between them and he pressed the blond to the wall.
Draco moaned in pain and tried to bend over, shuddering, pressing his crotch tighter, his eyes more watery then before. But
Ron was holding him against the wall and prying his fingers from his neck.
Draco was shaking and squirming, and Ron could feel the blonde’s weakness as he freed himself from his grip, and he backed off, letting him bend forward against the wall.
Harry felt bad for Draco, and even trying to believe to Ron's theory he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that he didn't deserved that. He shook when the kid looked up at him with mean, shining eyes through the blond locks. He felt like he was asking him to do something.
"Ron, let's go,”
"Don't even think about it! I want everybody to see this!" replied Ron
Draco bent more and whimpered; He was trying to keep control beyond his ability.
"Stop!" said Harry to Ron " this is awful, let him go!"
"He’s free to go" smirked Ron, seeing that he couldn't move, "But I bet he likes to pee his pants!"
"You'll pay for this, Weasley! I swear!" said Draco, shaking in a whimper.
He felt his bladder jolt again, and a big spurt came out.
Harry bent down to him, "Draco come with me" then holding one of his arms, he dragged him away
"What are you doing?" asked Ron furiously
Harry didn't answer, and gently pulled the blond towards the bathroom. Draco walked after him unsteadily, slightly bent at the waist. Luckily, the students around were almost all gone.
Harry entered the bathroom and felt that Draco had stopped. He was crossing his legs and trying desperately to unbuckle his jeans. Harry couldn’t help but look at the scene, a blush washing across his cheeks.
Ron entered the bathroom
"Uh!..." Draco shoved a hand inside his open jeans and gripped tight, but a jet of pee gushed out and splashed on the floor.
"I told you so!" gloated Ron, staring at Draco
Draco bit his lips, and stopped himself from turning around and wetting on Ron’s face.
Harry pushed Ron out of the bathroom and closed the door, then grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him inside a stall
"ah! Stop!" cried the blonde. Doing that he just made him lose control, and he was wetting all over the floor.
Finally, he wound up in front of the toilet and managed to pee in it. "Fuck!... Fuck!" he cursed, "Goddamn weasel!"
Harry put his hands in his pockets and slightly rocked in his place, watching Draco’s back as he peed.
He felt warm inside, like the first time he saw that scene, and he thought about them both laying down on the hospital wing's floor, Draco on top of him, laughing and crying, yelling that he had to pee, and him flat on his back laughing at him. A smile spread across his face as he reminisced.
Draco closed the buttons of his pants, and waved his wand to clean his clothes and the floor. While he was washing his hands, he looked at Harry in the mirror.
The blond suddenly remembered the day they were in front of the mirror of erised, and pushed the thought away.
"I swear, I am going to kill the weasel, Potter!" he turned to look at him.
Harry gazed at him, sighed and didn't utter a word.
"What?" Draco said, looking at him " You want me to thank you? Fine. Thank you!" he snapped, then turned around and left the bathroom.
Harry watched him leave and thought that he was indeed a twat, but was somehow a person he definitely wanted to have around.
He was surprised to see that Draco had ignored Ron, who was outside of the bathroom waiting for a glorious fight.
"Come back! You coward!" screamed Ron
Harry could see Draco's lips almost curving into a smile as he turned to go up the stairs.
....to be continued
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Chapter 12
Somethin’ filled up
my heart with nothin’,
someone told me not to cry.
But now that I’m older,
my heart’s colder,
and I can see that it’s a lie.
(Arcade Fire: Wake up)
SOMEONE TOLD ME NOT TO CRY
Harry, Ron and Hermione were heading down to join the Hogsmead trip like every Sunday.
"Hey look!" exclaimed Harry
"isn't that Lucius Malfoy?" asked Hermione, peeking into the empty Great Hall
Lucius, whom had Draco at his side, was standing before Dumbledore, whose face held a grave expression.
"I'll make sure he'll be here for dinner." Said Lucius, putting a hand on Draco's shoulder and pushing him slowly into the fireplace.
"Goodbye" replied Dumbledore
Draco didn’t look like he wanted to go with his father, and before he disappeared in the flames, he turned and met Harry’s eyes with his own.
Harry, Ron and Hermione walked quickly towards Dumbledore.
"Sir," began Harry " Why isn’t Malfoy coming to Hogsmead?"
Something in Dumbledores eyes made Harry think that perhaps he was happy to see someone worrying about Draco, and then his expression returned to it’s grim beginning, “He had something to do with his father today.”
"I see" murmured Harry suspiciously.
-*-
Draco sat at lunch with his father and his step-mother in the Malfoy's manor. He answered every question the woman asked him, trying to tell her what she wanted to hear.
He hated being there. That woman was just as cold as his father, and she wouldn’t have anything to do with him. She sided with Lucius in everything, and Draco couldn’t oppose her.
He remained in the living room alone with her after lunch, the atmosphere tense.
"Draco, today is a very important day for you." she smiled, sitting on the sofa next to him, "Be good, and don't disappoint you father. He believes in you so much!"
"Yes, Narcissa" Draco replied quietly. He doubted that his father believed in him.
"Mother!" she screamed suddenly, " I want you to call me Mother!"
"Yes...Mother" he said, closing his eyes.
At 4 o clock in the afternoon, the deatheaters were sitting at the long table in the dungeon of the Malfoy's manor.
Lucius entered the room, slightly pushing Draco along by the shoulder and showing him his place at the table. Draco recognised Snape sitting between the others, and his aunt Bellatrix, who smiled at him with a crazy look.
"What is the kid doing here?" asked a tall blond deatheater.
Lucius sat at the head of the long table.
"Draco!" he said, looking at him.
Draco slowly pushed up his sleeve to showed his right arm; The dark mark appeared and shone while the kid winced in pain.
"Isn't he too young for this?" another death eater cut in
"Do you want to discuss the Dark Lord's decision?!" shouted Lucius, "He has given him the dark mark, because he believes that he can keep up with it. Draco mastered the occulmency charm when he was younger; Anyone who tries to read his mind will realize this. He is a brilliant wizard, moreso than many of you were at his age! He has been raised to be a dark wizard and a devote of the Dark Lord since the day he was born."
Draco felt like he was going to throw up; His father's words nauseated him more than ever before.
"Why is the mark on his right arm?" asked the deatheather sitting next to Snape.
"That does not concern you, nor does it change the meaning of the mark!" Lucius’ voice was cold.
"Now, is anyone still against him joining the assembly?"
Snape looked at the kid sadly, then glanced away.
"Very well" said Lucius, lifting his left sleeve.
All the death eaters, put their left arm on the table and uncovered the dark mark.
"I swear total devotion to the Dark Lord "
They said in unison.
Draco didn't say anything, though he felt the burning in his arm increasing. He choked off a whimper and his eyes began to water, but he didn't move a muscle. He wondered why none of the others looked like they were suffering; instead they all seemed to be getting some sort of pleasure out of this.
Lucius looked at his son sitting between two tall death eaters and composed like a prince, his head held high, the soft locks of his blonde hair falling gently into his eyes. He was almost 14, certainly old enough to understand - thought Lucius - but his smooth skin and the look in his eyes, gave away that he was no more than a child.
Draco was watching the death eaters, trying to not make eye contact with anyone and forcing himself to sit in the most composed position possible, when he suddenly felt a twitch in his bladder and began to panic. He shouldn't have drunk the two glasses of water before the meeting, alas his throat had been very dry.
The tension of the meeting had made him forget to use the bathroom, and it occurred to him that he hadn't gone since earlier that morning. As always, he felt the urgency of his need when it was already at a critical stage, and sighed silently, hoping the meeting wouldn’t be too much longer.
The deatheaters were in deep discussion for 2 hours before coming to an agreement. Draco tried to concentrate on what they were talking about, but as time passed, it got harder and harder.
They talked about people he didn't know, dark artefacts he’d never heard of and spells he hadn’t learnt, and hoped that his father didn't expect him to join the conversation. He was sitting as straight as possible, with as much composure as he could muster, but couldn’t help pressing his thighs together from time to time, and shifting inconspicuously on his chair.
Suddenly the intensity of the atmosphere increased, and all the people at the table, including his step-mother Narcissa, were listening to Lucius with grim expressions on their faces.
"We are hiding now, but when the time comes, we need to be ready. Our first attack shall be at the Ministry of Magic, and our goal is to defeat the Order of the Phoenix, starting with its founder. After this, we will figure out a way to besiege the castle together, and our main target will be Albus Dumbledore."
Draco's heart sank, and as he wondered what the Order of the Phoenix was, he peeked a glance at Snape. No emotion was displayed on the teacher’s pale face.
"We will then kidnap Harry Potter alive, and bring him to the Dark Lord. Anyone else who gets in your way shall face instant death."
Draco shuddered, yet tried to retain his composure and not let any of his worry materialise on his face. He envisioned for a second, the deatheaters killing the students one by one, and his blood froze. The more he listened, the more he felt like he didn't belong, but he knew that no one should figure that out. His bladder certainly wasn't helping him keep up both his guard and the occlumancy. He shifted on the chair, feeling another strong twinge.
His father gave him an icy glare, and he tried to straighten up more, his bladder being constricted by his posture.
Snape looked at the kid, his heart in pieces, but keeping his unemotional appearance. He knew that Draco didn’t feel like he belonged in this group, and he wished he could just drag him away from there.
The meeting went on, while Draco fought his bladder with all his strength. He just wished he could stand up and go to the bathroom, but his father would never approve of that, especially during this paticular meeting.
He squirmed violently trying to hide it, his eyes watering and his thighs pressing together every few seconds. He just couldn't bear to sit anymore; he needed to stand up and ease the pressure of his pants’ waistband, which had never felt so tight. The liquid was slowly pacing throughout him, and it felt like it was mere inches from escaping. He tensed, and shifted on his chair.
Snape looked at him and realized that he was in pain, then glanced at Lucius to see if he had noticed this, but he didn't seem to look at his son at all. He sincerely hoped Draco would just get up and go to the bathroom.
But the kid wasn't moving; his cheeks were taking a pink hue, and he was shuddering.
Lucius stood up, and all the others did the same. Draco followed suit, trying not to disappoint his father but he couldn't stand still. He crossed his legs, yet tried to straighten what of him would be visible from over the table at least. It was hard and painful, so he clenched his hands on the table edge, bending slightly at the waist and uncrossing his legs.
Snape looked at him, worried.
"This assembly is dismissed" announced Lucius, then he walked behind Draco and growled over his shoulder, "Dignity!"
Draco almost burst out sobbing. He gulped and sat back as he felt a spurt coming out.
"Severus, please go upstairs with Draco." said Lucius, leaving the dungeon with the other death eaters.
Snape walked over to Draco and saw that, as his father left the room, he totally lost his composed position and clenched both his hands to his crotch, moaning and bending over.
"Draco, you can go to the bathroom now" said Snape softly
Draco sighed and blinked the tears away from his eyes, then stood up, shaking, and walked very slowly towards the bathroom door.
He stopped in front of it and fell to his knees with a whimper.
Snape walked over to him and opened the door, then motioned for him to go inside, "Come on"
"I can't..." Draco muttered frantically.
Then Snape noticed a small puddle growing on the floor as Draco whined, and sighed. He pulled him up by his arm and dragged him to the toilet, then exited the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Draco remained there in front of the toilet, peeing his pants hoplessly. He decided to just let go, and desperately hoped his father wouldn’t find out.
When he finally managed to stop the flow he freed himself in the toilet, trying to push out every last drop, then cast the cleaning spell.
He washed his hands and face in cold water, glancing at his reflection; His eyes were red, his cheeks still pink. There was no way to fix that.
He exited the bathroom and found Snape there, waiting for him.
"Why do you always end up like this?" he shook his head, " Couldn't you have used the bathroom before the meeting?"
"I didn’t get a chance" said Draco flatly, looking at the floor embarrassed.
"I hardly believe you, silly child" said Snape, before muttering "follow me" and heading upstairs.
-*-
Meanwhile in Hogsmead, Harry Ron and Hermione were walking on the snow and eating some sweets.
Harry and Hermione couldn't stop thinking about Draco. Ron was trying to ignore Hermione and talk to Harry, but the kid was absent minded and rarely replied.
Harry was dying to ask Hermione what was going on between her and Draco, and he hoped that Ron would go to the bathroom or something and leave them alone for a while.
"Hey!" said Ron, greeting Neville and Dean. He walked towards them, leaving Harry and Hermione behind, sick of the two being so silent. After a minute he turned to them "I'm going with them to the Hog's Head. I'll see you there later " Ron walked away.
That was lucky! thought Harry
"Hermione," he said instantly
"uh?" she sighed, and sat on a large stone
"What’s going on?" asked Harry softly
Hermione looked into his eyes "Are you talking about Ron being mad at me? If I only knew!"
"No," replied Harry, "I’m talking about Draco. It’s almost like you're hiding something"
Hermione blushed and promptly said "I’m not hiding anything! I’m worried for him, as you are!"
"That's not what it looks like" said Harry
"But it's the truth!" exclaimed Hermione in annoyance
"Ok, say I believe you" said Harry sincerely, "What were you doing with the marauders map last night?"
Hermione quickly wondered if she could have been leaking information or cheating herself.
"I know you didn’t look for Crookshanks, and by the way, I heard Draco saying he had found the cat on his bed" added Harry
Hermione blushed again.
"Ok, fine." she said standing up "I went to the Slitherin common room! I wanted to tell Draco that I was sorry for what happened! He was shattered, don't you remember? Ron has been a real asshole to him, I didn't know he could be so mean"
Harry looked at her, glad that she told him the truth.
"He didn't do anything worse than what Draco Malfoy has been doing to us, if you remember the past two years. The way he insulted Ron's family all the time was so bitchy! And Ron had been always humiliated by him." said Harry, looking at her.
Hermione sighed and lowered her head.
"No, Harry that was highly unfair!"
"I know I didn't like it either..." muttered Harry.
"That was a cheap shot. He disappointed me so much!" added Hermione
Harry thought, Ron was lucky that Hermione couldn’t see him doing that the second time in the hallway the day before, and he decided not to tell her about the fight they had on the stairs after herbology class.
"Hermione," said Harry calmly " if there's one thing I have learned from all this, it’s that any one of us can be driven into actions the wouldn’t consider themselves capable of... Life can be very hard sometimes. The important thing, I believe, is to make the right choice when the moment comes. If you justify Draco, you can do the same with Ron" said Harry "I think he's just a little jealous of us, everything’s been about Draco lately and he’s felt left out."
Hermione looked into his eyes. Harry was so wise sometimes, she had no doubt why he was the chosen one.
She hugged him, and Harry hugged her back
"Thank you Harry" she said "You are a great person I am honoured to be your friend."
Harry smiled. "Thank YOU Hermione, I really don't know what I would do without you"
They smiled to each other, feeling very close, almost like brother and sister.
-*-
Draco sat on an armchair in the living room of the Malfoy's Manor, while Snape impatiently walked around and stopped at the window.
"We'll be late for dinner" he said
"I’m not hungry" replied Draco dully
Snape looked at the boy; he was very skinny, and always seemed to be lacking in appetite.
"You used to be a happy child" he said dryly
Draco turned to him "What are you talking about?"
"Sir..." said Snape, his voice serious.
"Sorry...Sir" said Draco, biting his lip
"I’ve known you since you were born," said Snape, "I knew your mother."
Draco suddenly got up and walked over to him "What do you know about her, Sir?"
Snape sighed "She was a brilliant witch" he limited what he said.
"What else, Sir?" Draco looked at him, hungry for information.
"She was a beautiful woman, and her intense gray eyes are now gazing at me" said Snape with his usual flat tone.
Draco blushed as he realised that Snape had paid him a compliment... Right? Did only do that to confuse him and stop him from asking more questions?
"I what to know more, Sir" said Draco almost pleading him
Snape had never seen the kid pleading with anyone for anything before. He felt sad, knowing that Lucius had never spoken to him about his mother after she died. He forbade everyone from talking about her, and refused to acknowledge her existence. He’d married Narcissa right after she died, and gotten rid of anything in the house that had belonged to her, and every memory of her.
"You were 9 when she died, don't you remember her?" he asked
Draco slowly lowered his head in sadness and went back to the armchair. He was 7 when his mother stopped being the woman he knew, and she died after 2 years of sickness and denial. Draco had been so traumatised, he’d forgotten everything about her. Or at least that was he had been told. The only memories he really had of his mother were the occasional flashbacks.
Snape walked over to him, and spoke softly "I'll tell you about her one day, but not here, alright?"
Draco looked at him, his eyes shining with unshed tears, and nodded. He felt happy, and wished he could just go back to Hogwarts and spend the evening listening to Snape talking about her.
Lucius entered the room, his chest puffed out, taking long strides, then stopped in front of the armchair where Draco was sitting.
" Severus," he said, "You can take Draco back to Hogwarts. Just allow me to speak with him in private, first."
" As you wish, Lucius. Goodbye" replied Snape, and he left the room.
"Stand up!" ordered Lucius
Draco stood up, and before he could even look at his father, he was grabbed around the neck with one hand.
Draco gasped and tried to pry his hands off, but it was like trying to move the hand of a statue.
"From today you are officially one of us, Draco! I told you to control yourself, and I know you pissed yourself right after the meeting! You are extremely lucky it didn't happen during the meeting, even though squirming like a baby was almost as inappropriate! " He let go of him, and Draco fell forward, coughing. Even now, he could barely breath.
"How can you do this? Don't you understand the importance of this?" He snarled at him,
"Do you not realise that when you are in a meeting, it is just like being in front of the Dark Lord? You have to be faultless! Perfect!"
Draco looked up at him wide-eyed, shaking, and still trying to breath right.
"Listen to me!" He said, holding the sleeve of his shirt and pulling him forwards, "One day, you will be called upon to fulfil his orders, and when he requests your service, you cannot refuse. If you don't succeed, you will be tortured and killed! Your mother and myself, not to mention all our family, will be tortured and killed. This no game!"
Draco looked into his eyes, and for the first time he saw a hint of fear.
Lucius pushed him away violently and Draco fell to the ground, hitting his head on the wooden side of the armchair.
"Sometimes, I wonder if it was really worth it..." Lucius looked down his nose at Draco, then yelled, "Get lost! Go back to that stupid school, and don't you dare put shame on my name!"
Draco stood up, massaging his head, and with his heart in pieces, he walked out of the room and along the hallway to the entrance of the castle, fighting back tears.
What was wasn't worth it? What was he talking about? Killing his mother? Or having not killed him along with his mother? Having a baby with a muggle born? What? In any case, he felt so despised, so humiliated and so alone.
When Draco stormed out of the castle, Snape saw him rushing out of the big stone door in long strides without waiting.
"Draco!" he called out him, but the kid just kept walking into the courtyard
He reached for him and grabbed his shoulder.
"Draco!" he exclaimed, "What happened?" he noticed the kid's eyes were full of tears, and he was shaking with clenched teeth. Draco pushed him away and continued walking outside in the garden.
Violent sobs were pushing on his throat.
Snape followed him again, and tried to stop him. As he was in front of him, he held his shoulders with his hands and Draco stopped.
He was breathing fast, and felt like he had a ticking time-bomb in his chest, then he suddenly burst into sobs.
He screamed in rage, pushed Snape away, and started to kick and punch the plants around him. Snape tried to stop him, and narrowly dodged a flying fist. He held Draco’s arms with strength, and yelled
"Draco calm down!"
but the kid screamed again in a desperate sob,
"Leave me alone!" and wriggled his way out of Snape's hands, his right arm burning way too much.
The pain was so unbearable, his skin felt like it was melting, and he kneeled on the ground, moaning.
Snape saw him holding his arm to his chest, his forehead almost touching the grass. Then the kid leaned his hands on the ground, his body shaking in sobs.
Snape couldn't say anything. He could see Draco’s frustration, and couldn’t imagine what had been told by his father. He kneeled in front of him and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down.
Suddenly Draco stilled, stood up and walked back to the castle. Snape ran after him and blocked his way. As he turned him around, he saw Draco’s eyes shining with a strange red glare, and looked at him gravely, knowing where he had seen that glare before.
"Draco!" he shook the boy by the shoulders.
After a few seconds his eyes became gray again, and his body became limp, almost like he was dead. Snape cradled Draco in his arms, and rushed to the passkey then disappeared.
-*-
The Great Hall was noisy that evening, everybody showing to everybody else the things they had bought in Hogsmead.
Harry and Hermione were gazing at the door waiting for Draco to be back. Ron was talking to Dean and ignoring them.
And even though Draco didn't show up, they waited there until the last student had gone. Just waiting for him.
-*-
Hermione replied to the many "goodnights" from the other students, and sat on the step of the windows in the Gryffindor common room. Harry joined her, revealing the marauder's map.
"He's back!" he exclaimed
"Really?" asked Hermione, looking at the map. Draco's name was inside his room in the Slytherin dorm. Both sighed, then looked at each other and smiled.
"Harry," muttered Hermione, "We need to find out where the pensive is" and putting a hand in the neck of her shirt, she dragged up a chain to and on the end was a small bottle containing the memory belonging to Draco that they hadn’t seen.
-*-
"Good afternoon!" Remus Lupin greeted his students of the DADA "Today we will go back to something we have left behind; The Boggart! " He waved his wand and a cupboard moved in the middle of the class.
"Make a line and you will try one by one. Do you remeber the spell?"
Only Hermione lifted her hand.
"OK, repeat with me -Riddiculus-" said Remus waving his wand
The students repated the spell several times.
Remus noticed that Draco was in a corner of the room, leaning on the wall and looking at the other students with his arms crossed on his chest.
"Mr Malfoy? Would you graciously join us?"
Draco turned his head on the other side.
Remus walke to him "What is the porblem?"
"I am not performing this stupid spell, " he said with an arrogant tone.
Remus understood something was wrong with him but he couldn't accept that behavior.
"Mr Malfoy, I don't appreciate this tone in my class. Please follow the others and perform the spell"
Draco didn't move "I will tell my father how this place is going to the dogs!" he said
Remus sighed pursing his lips. It was clear form the look on his face that the kid wasn't believing a word of what he was saying. "Sit on that chair and don't move. You and I will have meeting after class." said Remus and returned to the other students.
Draco snorted and sat on the chair "Go ahead and call it detention" he whispered.
All the other students were performing the spell. Harry looked at Draco and thought he understood why he wouldn't do the exercise; He didn't want to show his boggart trnsformation to anyone in the school.
Harry shook his head. Draco was so arrognat, that was just his way to be, he could have said to the teacher the reason he didn't want to do the exercise for... but maybe he thought that behaving like the ice prince was less humiliating.
Draco realized Harry was looking at him and glanced away. He was tired and didn't want to stay one more hour in class.
-*-
When all the students were dismissed Remus took a seat in front of Draco, who was fidgeting since the beginning of last hour ans shifting on his seat from time to time.
"Can you explain me why you don't want to perform this spell?"
"I just don't want to, Sir"
"I'm sorry but you can't refuse to learn a spell if there aren't particular conditions. Now stand up and perform it. Or you won't leave the classroom untill you didn't do it." Said Lupin
Draco looked down. He could be very stubburn and he knew he would be able of sitting there forever rather that accept that.
But his bladder was already pretty full and he knew he wouldn't have stand it more than antoher half hour before being obviously busting.
He stood up and walked to the cupboard.
Remus was glad he didn't duscuss anymore and he was very curious to see why the kid was so reluctant. He opened the cupoard and suddenly the boggart came out.
The creature swirled on front of Draco and turned int the perfect copy of Lucius Malfoy.
Draco baked up. The Boggart walked toward him threateningly.
"Come on Mr Malfoy, it's all yours" said Remus
Draco didn't move. He was paralized and still trying to think that wasn't his father. But it was looking exactly like him, even the way he was lancing at his son was the same. Actually it seemed to have incarnated the worst of his father, the moves and the look that he would fear more. When the boggart rised a hand on him to beat him, Draco felt like he was going to pee himsef. He covered his face with his arms and Remus put himself in between Draco and the Boggart and sent it back into the cupboard.
"So this is why you wouldn't perform the spell?" asked to the kid, he relized he was shaking.
Draco looked down, sad and frustrated, and shifting his weight impatiently.
"All of us fear something or somone. Your fear is not different from all the others' "
Draco gulped and din't say anything.
"Let's try again" said Remus "
Daco didn't move. No, not again. He thought.
Remus opened the cupboard and the boggart in Lucius Malfoy's shape walked toward them.
"Go ahead Draco! don't you want to make him look ridiculus?" said Remus trying to cheer him up."This is your chance, what would you like to do to imbarrasse him?"
Draco looked at the Boggart now approaching him with his hands open like he was going to grabb him. And he did grabb him at the neck of his shirt and pulled him up.
Remus was ready to react.
Draco lifted his arm and waved his wand in perfect fluid movement as Remus could see,
"Riddiculus!" he said
Slowly Lucius let go of him and stepped back, bent forward and shoved his hand between his legs jumping up and down like he really needed to pee. Draco kept a straight face, he felt a little relieved like he had a small revenge on him. But he knew that was just a magic creature and nothing else. Lucius finally pissed himself with a humilated expression on his face. the Boggart swirled in the air and Remus send it to the cupboard locking it in.
"Well done Draco, you see? It wasn't so difficult."
But Draco was not so satisfied and he seemed even more sad "Can I leave now, Sir?" he said.
"I' would like to talk a little more with you. Please sit down."
Draco sat down on a chair and Remus did the same. The teacher noticed the kid was fidgety.
"Are you ok?" he asked him
"Yes, Sir"
Remus stood up and got two cups of tea from a magic kettle in a corner of the room
"Drink up" he said smiling handing Draco one of the cups "this is a relaxing tea"
"Thank you...Sir" said Draco, he drunk the tea in small sips and hoped his teacher would let him go soon. He felt his bladder was now reaching it's limit.
"Draco, next time you don't want to do something, I appreciate if you talk to me about it and explaine me your reasons. I am not here to hurt you or make fun of you. If you had told me that you prefered to do this in private that instead of being so arrogant in front of everybody, I wouldn't have understood."
"I'm sorry Sir" said Draco flatly
"Is there esomething you want to talk about?" said Remus leaning toward him.
Draco grabbed the edge of his chair with one hand and tried to keep the cup still with the other hand. He felt a big wave of urge through his body and fought against the leaking.
"Are you ok son?" asked Remus seeing him shudder.
"Yes, Sir" said Draco regaining control.
Remus suspected that he had to pee and wondered why he woudn't say anything. like the night at the lake. Was he really that shy?
"You look very sad Draco, I know I am none of your friends, but when i was your age i thought that all the adutls were the same and that they could never understand me. I was wrong. sometimes talking to an older person wich you can confide in, helps to heel many wounds. I am here ready to listen when you'll feel like talking."
"Y..Yes, Sir" mumbled Draco, and the cup fell from his hands crashing on the floor.
"I'm sorry!" he said and clenched his hands on the edge of the chair pressing his thighs together.
Remus repaired the cup, "No problem" he said calm then looked at Draco.
"Are you again busting for a wee and not speaking out loud?"
Draco lowered his head" No, Sir"
Remus sighed "You are free to go" said
"Thank you Sir" said Draco and stood up walking fast to the door.
He dashed out of the class and sprinted to the bathroom. He entered a stall and bent at the waist fighting with the buttons of his pants. Then he finally freed himself just in time. He just realized he hadn't used the bathroom since the morning and it was almost dinner time.
That was feeling so good. Draco relaxed and blanked his mind for some seconds.
He tried to remember how did he get into his bed the night before. Last thing he remembered was Sanpe standing in front of him and his arm burning like crazy.
-*-
LISTEN TO "WAKE UP" http://grooveshark.c...Up/2oglju?src=5
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NOTE: The Eeveelutions are all female.
Eon the Eevee sat around a small rice mat inside the Eevees' Dojo.
"Assessments are tomorrow." Vapor the Vaporeon said, chugging down a bowl of corn and broth.
"Yeah." Flare squirmed with discomfort at the sight of the yellow liquid. She didn't want to admit it, but she had woke up sorta late, and hadn't relieved herself all day.
Espi looked up from her bowl of rice.
"I'll pass, I'm pretty sure." she looked into the future. Yes, she would pass but- She laughed. Good old Flare!
Umbri stopped chewing her fish.
"I'll shred anyone who gets in my way."
"Calm down, Umbri," Vapor said, feeling a slight discomfort ad the broth slosh inside her belly.
"Vapor is right," said Leaf, the Leafeon, her mouth full of seaweed.
Flare shifted uncomfortably as she felt a painful spasm run down her full bladder. She wished she could ecscuse herself to go to the bathroom, but this was an important meeting, and her sisters couldn't stop just so Flare could urinate.
Glace, the ice type, had been very sick the past week, and although she was well enough to train, she suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to pee, but was too shy to tell anyone of her need.
Jolt, the sparking electric type, who had had too many cups of tea, had FINALLY calmed down, and then realized she was dangerously close to wetting herself.
"Alright girls," said Eon "Lets get to work!"
By now, Flare had gotten pretty desperate, and now crossed her paws and grabbed herself when no one was looking. The urge was pretty bad, and a painful spasm caused her to leak several drops of urine, and, as if those few drops sent a false message of relief to her brain, there was a sudden hissing sound and she realized too late that she had just peed herself. She whimpered as her bladder finished emptying its self.
She hung her head in shame, and tears streamed down her face. She bolted outside and sat by the river crying. She washed up, then, blushing, she went back inside.
Espi was shocked by what she had just seen, and a sudden urge shocked her."
"Not now..."
Jolt begged Eon to let her go, but Eon told her this training was too important. Vapor used water pulse to clean Flare's accident, then they continued training.
Jolt groaned as her bladder demanded to be emptied.
Please, Eon," she begged, "I REALLY need to go!"
Eon sighed.
"Fine, but please hurry."
Jolt scurried outside, clutching tightly to her crotch.
"Darn it, were do I go!?" she moaned.
She felt another wave of desperation, and wondered how long it would be until the floodgates opened. She was about to relieve herself behind a bush, but she felt like she was being watched, and she saw a Rattata several feet away. The rock by the dojo would have worked, but Jolt was picky, and as she stepped behind it, she saw it was filthy. But her bladder decided to empty its self right then and there, so she reluctantly squatted down to urinate.
Espi looked around the dojo. Maybe she could duck behind a training dummy for a moment of privacy. Just one minute was all she needed. A single minute to empty her swollen bladder, and then she could continue training. She hid behind a target and squatted down, feeling almost instantly relieved. Suddenly, she heard pawsteps approaching her.
Shoot! How was she going to get out of THIS one?
She blushed as Umbri saw her. Umbri's eyes were wide with horror, but that was right away replaced with an amused twinkle.
"Don't tell!" begged Espi.
Vapor began to jog in place, dancing from paw to paw and struggling to hold in her urine. The pressure increased greatly, and she knew she needed relief, and fast!
She felt a slight trickle, and stared in horror as she realized she was peeing. She managed to gain control again, and grabbed herself, tears streaming down her face. She applied more pressure to her damp crotch, hoping that training would end soon. She groaned as she felt another, more painful wave wash over her bladder. She shivered as the sore, tingly feeling returned, this time worse. She felt a few more drops force their way out, despite her efforts to hold it in. She gripped herself even tighter, then realized there was nothing she could do. She felt a few drops. Then a stream. A puddle. Slowly, she began to soak herself, groaning and blushing.
Glace sighed and decided to tell Eon that she wasn't feeling well. She couldn't wet herself, not in front of her sisters. She walked up to Eon. But just as she opened her mouth to speak, a spurt escaped her without warning. She tried to gain control, but even as Eon let her go, she was leaking slightly. She stepped outside, not even bothering to hide herself as she sighed with relief.
Leaf jumped ag a target, missing entirely, as she suddenly grabbed herself, falling several feet away. She bounced up and down, trying not to wet. She felt Eon's gaze, eying her suspiciously, but she didn't care. She just needed to pee. BADLY! She moaned and doubled over as she felt another jolt of desperation. She knew it was too late.
HISSSSSSSSSS!
She felt the warm yellow stream run down her paws. She gasped as she finished urinating, and Eon sighed. What had gotten in to her sisters?
She felt a slight twinge, but ignored it.
Umbri, apon seeing Espi simply squat down behind a target and go, secretly had to go to, and decided to do the same thing, grunting with pleasure as she finished.
Eon sighed again. She suddenly felt her self lurch forward as her bladder groaned.
NOW she understood her desperate sisters. She ran outside as she felt a squirt of liquid escape her body, and gasped as everything she drank that morning reapeared under her wet tail. She blushed at the visible wetness on her fur. She sighed, but this time, not in frustration, but in relief.
(Sorry,I kinda wrote this in a hurry, and there are probably spelling and/or grammar errors, sorry. I do take requests, and I will try to do better next time. Please tell me if you have any questions, requests, comments, or complaints, please let me know.) |
Author's note: So I just came up with this little idea, it's a very quick little fic and the first I've written of this type. I hope people enjoy it! It does get a little adult towards the end, though there isn't anything particularly sexual, just exposure. Please let me know if you have any suggestions/critcisms/requests! I'm probably going to add additional parts later as the girls further explore this new game :)
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Dana groaned as she bent almost double, gripping herself tightly between the legs with both hands. Another throb from her bladder almost defeated her and she crouched down, clutching herself even tighter as she pressed her heel against her hands. The nineteen-year-old almost forgot why she was doing this and thought about just letting go – until her friend’s giggle brought her back to reality.
“I am so going to win this!” Rebecca crowed. She gazed down at Dana with a twinkle in her blue eyes. The eighteen-year-old’s words were undermined somewhat by the fact that she was also holding herself through her skirt and dancing from foot to foot, however.
Dana gritted her teeth, bouncing up and down slightly and wriggling against the seam of her jeans. “Not if I can help it you’re not.”
“You can’t help it. Look at you! You can’t even stand!” Rebecca tossed her head, her long blonde hair swinging over her shoulder.
“You drank the two litres faster than me though. Your bladder is probably filling faster than mine!”
The two girls had laughingly declared a contest – they would each drink two litres within fifteen minutes. Then, they would hold on to their pee for as long as possible. The one who gave up and went to the toilet - or lost control and wet herself - first would then have to post a status on Facebook declaring that she had wet herself. Before the start of the contest, it had seemed like a funny idea – now both of them were at war with their bladders, each horrified at the thought of announcing to all her friends and family that she had wet herself like a child.
Dana whimpered slightly and, with a Herculean effort, managed to stand again without leaking. She hopped around in a circle, pressing her fingers against herself as hard as she could, until it hurt. Her dark, wavy hair had fallen over her face, but she didn’t dare to move her hands to brush it back.
Although Rebecca was taunting Dana about her more exaggerated movements, her own body was crying out its need to go to the bathroom. She was sure the second she moved her hands from where they were clamped over her urethra that she would lose control. She was hoping desperately that Dana would succumb first and therefore have to post the status, but she was certain that, eventually, she was going to wet herself anyway.
“Ooooh, god...” Dana groaned. She leaned against the wall of the bathroom the two were in, to ‘make cleaning up easier after’ as Rebecca had said. Her legs were quivering with the effort of holding back her flood of urine, and she was biting her lower lip so hard she was sure it would leave a bruise. She couldn’t take much longer – unless Rebecca lost within the next couple of minutes, she was going to pee herself. A small spurt of urine escaped, eliciting a squeal. Dana clamped down harder and wrapped her right leg around her left.
“What was that?” Rebecca laughed.
“I just...leaked a little.” Dana’s cheeks flamed red, and she slowly slid down the tree until she was squatting on her heel again.
Rebecca’s bladder panged sharply at the thought, and before she could stop it, a small gush of liquid seeped through her panties and skirt and moistened her fingers.
“Oh my gosh, did I win?” Dana gasped. Rebecca’s face grew hot as she realised her friend could see the growing damp spot in her crotch from where she was squatting.
“No, you did not. I just leaked. Same as you.”
Dana groaned and shuddered as another spasm sent a spurt of pee out. Although her jeans were thicker than Rebecca’s skirt, there was now a large dark patch in her crotch too – gripping herself so hard forced the urine through the fabric.
Rebecca saw the glistening patch starting to appear between her friend’s legs and nearly lost all control at the sight. She didn’t think she could bear another minute of this contest – but she also didn’t think she could bear the comment from her ultra-conservative family if she had to post the status, either! An idea started to flit through her mind. What if they tied?
“Dana?”
“What?”
“If...if we both went at the same time...” Rebecca’s voice trailed off. She was sure her stronger-willed friend would laugh at her and then simply go on to win the contest.
“What? ...Oh...then...I guess we draw. Neither of us would have to post that stupid status.” Dana looked up at Rebecca.
The two girls were silent for a minute as they considered it.
“Let’s do it,” Dana decided finally. “But...let’s have one last shot to win. We both have to get onto the toilet, and go at the same time.”
Rebecca quailed slightly – she had no idea if she would make it. Then she realised, while she was in a skirt, Dana was in jeans – much more difficult to get out of to pee! She agreed quickly before her friend could realise Rebecca’s advantage.
Rebecca slowly removed one hand from her crotch, writhing against the other to prevent herself losing at the last minute. Dana followed her example, also forcing herself to stand again. Rebecca started wriggling out of her skirt, tugging it down over her round bottom with one hand. Dana managed to undo her jean’s button and zipper relatively quickly, but then had to pull them down – without losing control the second her hand was removed from her crotch.
It seemed to take forever for the two girls to extricate themselves from their clothing and each lost several spurts as their bladders throbbed and pushed. At last, however, they stood in only their shirts, the jeans, skirts and two pairs of damp panties puddled on the floor.
“Okay, let’s do this!” Dana shuffled over to the toilet, her hand still pressed between her legs.
Rebecca followed her over, and the two girls looked at each other as they tried to work out how to get both of them on the toilet at the same time.
“Remember,” Rebecca cautioned. “If you let go before we’re both ready, you lose!”
“I know.” Dana grimly turned around and lowered herself to the toilet, her legs still crossed. Sitting on the toilet magnified the desire to let go immensely. Seeing her friend writhing in front of her, panting with the need for release, was the only thing that kept her holding on.
Rebecca moved as close to the toilet as she could with Dana’s crossed legs still in the way. “Um...so...I think if you spread your legs, I could slide on in front of you.”
“If I spread my legs, I’m gonna let go,” Dana groaned.
“You can do it! I’ll have to as well, to get onto the toilet.” Rebecca slowly began to shuffle her feet apart, pressing a finger on either side of her clitoris and squeezing, to close the entrance to the urethra hidden under the hood. Dana blushed furiously as her friend’s delicate lips were revealed below her patch of light, silky hair. She saw what her friend was doing to prevent herself from peeing and tried it herself. She pressed down as hard as she could on her sensitive nub to close the tiny hole underneath, but as she spread her legs, a long spurt of urine shot out before she could stop it, rushing into the water.
“Oh...” Dana gasped. “I – it’s not all of it –”
“It’s okay,” Rebecca reassured her. She barely cared about the contest anymore – all she wanted to do was relieve the ache in her abdomen. Dana bit her lip and nodded, gripping the toilet bowl between her thighs.
“Hurry up, Becca, I’m about to lose it!” Dana gasped.
Rebecca carefully lowered herself onto the toilet facing Dana, an unstoppable slow leak of urine trickling between her fingers and into the water. She shuffled forward until she was pressed against her friend and gripped Dana’s shoulder with her free hand. She glanced down between them – her light-furred mound was almost up against Dana’s darker one, though their hands between their legs prevented contact.
“Ready,” Dana gasped through gritted teeth. She couldn’t wait any longer.
“Counting down from three,” Rebecca managed, the slow stream of warm liquid escaping between her fingers getting larger. “Three...two...one...”
“Go!” Both girls cried together, simultaneously pulling their hands out from between themselves. Their newly unimpeded streams gushed out, mingling before hitting the water with a dull roar from the force. Both girls let out whimpers of delight, gripping each other and pressing their hips together with the shared pleasure of release. Urine splashed and ran down both of their thighs, though they didn’t know whose was whose anymore.
Finally, their streams slowed to a trickle and tapered off, leaving both girls sweating and panting with the exhilaration of release. They stayed where they were for a few minutes, leaning on each other for support, until they had dripped mostly dry and sat back to gaze at each other, wide-eyed.
Wordlessly, they clambered off the toilet, Rebecca pulling Dana up. They wiped themselves off with toilet paper, retrieved dry panties and skirts from Rebecca’s room and got dressed before they felt safe to talk without breaking the intimacy of the moment.
“That was...” Rebecca started.
“...incredible,” Dana finished.
“Do you think...we could possibly...?”
“Do it again?” Dana nodded firmly. “Yes. I’ve never felt anything quite like it.”
The friends shivered in delight with their new secret pleasure and sat down on Rebecca’s bed together to plan their next contest. Neither quite new to what extent this game was going to go – but they were looking forward to finding out!
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Day IV / Week V
I got up. It was time to go to the cinema with Princess Celestia and Cheerilee, my girlfriend.
Cheerilee shouted me down. It was time for breakfast! If you don’t know me, I’m Brendan, and I look like this. (Look below!)
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Anyway, we had Breakfast, we had egg sandwiches, a drink, I had two, which I would regret later, and you know why? Well, let’s find out! When I was going in the car, Drink 1 must have digested quickly, because I felt a little pressure in my bladder, Celestia had told me to go in the back while Cheerilee and she went in the front, I agreed to do so, I decided to wait for the toilet, despite having a bush to pee in.
Well, that was a bad idea, because five minutes later the pressure started to get on to me, I started squirming a bit, to avoid further attention I looked outside the window for a bit, biting my lip. I then decided to take off my cape, to use as emergency IF I pee myself.
The window idea worked for a while, until a wave of desperation flew into my bladder, I smashed my front hooves into my crotch, Celestia (Driving obviously) looked at me, “A-are you alright?”
“R-really need to p-pee!” I said, trembling a bit.
“Okay, do you think you can hang on?” Celestia said.
I had let out a spurt. “NO!” I said, starting to lose control of my bladder.
“Okay, I’ll be quick as I can to get there okay?” she said.
“Okay.” I said, letting out another spurt, larger than the last one. The crotch of my pants was wet, I even wondered if I could make it in time.
Well, wondering that let out a stream of pee, it ran down my hind legs and saturated the seat under my butt, beads of sweat ran down my face, Cheerilee looked at me, “Umm, Celestia?” she asked, “I don’t think Brendan is gonna make it.”
“D-don’t say that.” I said, “Y-you never know!” but then I let out another spurt by accident, “Well, maybe your right, I can’t hold it any longer.” I said.
After a few minutes my bladder muscles contracted as I completely flooded my pants, it ran down my hind legs, saturated the seat, Celestia and Cheerilee looked at me. I went red with embarrassment. It took three full minutes to empty, after that. I started sulking.
“D-don’t worry! It happens!” Celestia said.
“Yeah right.” I said. The hind legs of my outfit were soaked, in fact all of the pants of my outfit was wet, my front hooves were dripping, and that’s about it, we got to the cinema, and I just felt bad, If I had held it a little longer I would have been able to avoid wetting myself and would have just ran to the toilet and have been done with it, despite having wet pants, it would have been worth it instead then just soiling Celestia’s car.
Cheerilee asked me to lower the windscreen, I did so, “Um, Brendan?” she asked, “Do you have a cape to hide your accident?”
“Look at me girl,” I said, “the front is wet as well, how can you expect me to hide this?” Until I got an idea! I decided to put my cape in front of my pants.
“Good, but your butt is wet too! How are we going to hide that?” she asked.
I stood there, shivering as my wet clothes went cold.
“I-I dunno. But don’t worry. Okay?” I said.
“Okay!” Cheerilee said.
As soon as I stood outside, the wind blew, the places where my clothes were wet let wind in, I shivered.
“Oh, is the wind cold?” she asked.
“Yes, my wet clothes are letting the wind in.” I said.
“Okay. Well. Let’s go in!” she said,
I agreed, when we got in, drink 2 started to take effect in my bladder, as I felt it filling up, now to be honest I would just pee myself on purpose but I’m in a public place, The wonderbolts were there, the Cutie mark crusaders were there, the mane 6 was there (Applejack, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, the lot.), even Princess Luna and Pipsqueak was there, If I wet myself, everypony would start laughing at me!
I decided to sit down, hoping my clothes would dry. Everypony was busy talking. Celestia was paying for the movie, Cheerilee sat next to me. I watched as somepony went into the men’s room, I sighed. “Brendan? Are you alright?” Cheerilee asked
“No, I need the toilet.” I said.
“Well, if you pee yourself now, everypony is going to laugh at you! And you have nothing else to wear.” She replied.
“Don’t worry about me.” I said. “I’m not too important, just your average pony.”
Well, after five minutes, the bathroom was free, but then Braeburn went in, my desperation for a toilet was worsening as my bladder filled.
Celestia sat down next to me. I started squirming a bit, Celestia noticed my off behaviour and asked me “Why are you squirming? Whats wrong?”
“Really, need, to pee.” I said.
“Can you hold it this time?” she asked. “I don’t you to have another accident.”
“Yes, maybe.” I said. “But just in case I don’t, I’ll hope that it isn’t time for the movie,”
“Yes well, Don’t worry it’s only 15 minutes till the movie okay?” Celestia asked.
“Okay.” I said. Braeburn had finished in the bathroom until pipsqueak went in. If the bathroom wasn’t going to be free sooner or later I’m going to wet myself.
2 minutes and pipsqueak STILL hadn’t finished in the bathroom, my clothes had finally dryed, I smashed my front hooves and my cape into my crotch, letting out a spurt into my pants. Celestia looked bored “*sigh* thirteen minutes.” Distraction of looking at Celestia made me leak a long stream of pee, I stopped it in about five seconds, some pee ran down my hind legs.
“Ohh, Celestia, I’m gonna wet myself!” I said.
“Okay, well, you can ask Spitfire if you can use the girls room!” she said.
Spitfire was waiting for a movie too. “SPITFIRE!” I shouted, startling her by mistake, “Yes?” she asked.
“Please, Spitfire.” I said, “If you’re a nice girl, let me use the girls room!” I begged.
“No, sorry, it’s against the rules.” She said. My bladder contracted as I flooded my pants and soaked my cape. Spitfire, Celestia and Cheerilee watched me as pee ran down my legs and puddled onto the floor and the seat, Instead of sulking, however, tears ran down my face.
“Brendan?” Celestia asked, I refused to reply to her, I was just mad at myself for not going when I had the chance.
“Brendan? Can you answer me when I s-“ I interrupted her and let out all my anger out by punching her across the face, I ran off crying, leaving Celestia holding her face in pain, Sweetie Belle was waiting for Pipsqueak, Not looking where I was going, I crashed into her, she banged her head on the wall, she was crying after that. “I’m so sorry!” I said. Then ran into the girls room despite Spitfire’s rejection. I ran into a stall, after 3 minutes of crying, Celestia and Cheerilee came in.
“Brendan?” She asked. “I’m over here!” I said.
“Can you open the door, please?” Celestia said, I refused to do so.
“Can you open the door, please? I won’t ask you again.” Celestia said. I still refused.
Using her magic, she unlocked the door and opened it. I sighed in relief as she was alright after I had punched her.
“Listen.” Cheerilee said. “It happens to everypony at some point in their lives!” I leaped on her and hugged her, crying for a good 5 minutes while she patted my back.
We bought popcorn and a drink and then we watched the movie. It was great. Then we went home. The seat of the car still hadn’t dried, Cheerilee sat next to me. Telling me the story of when it happened to her. Afterwards I went home and to bed, but before going to bed, I took off my outfit to dry, Cheerilee told me that the toilet was broken. Me, Cheerilee and Celestia was sleeping in the same bed. But the worst thing happened.
I had to go to the toilet.
I wasn’t ready to wet the bed. And I couldn’t just leave either. I decided to hold it, as I decided not to wake up Celestia or Cheerilee,
Well, it would have been better for me to ask, because I started squirming and fidgeting, not to mention I’m gonna be in for it if I wet the bed, Cheerilee started to cuddle me, I didn’t want to pee on her, so I tried to break free. But to no avail, I couldn’t. I fought to keep my bladder’s floodgates shut.
A wave of pressure entered my bladder, i crossed my hind legs, accidently putting Cheerilee’s left hind leg between my crossed ones, luckily I hadn’t woken her up. Cheerilee turned away from me, and I lay on my back, and then I fell asleep.
I woke up. Cheerilee and Celestia had already gotten up. It was 3:59 in the morning, the average time I get up. i remembered about last night, I opened up the duvet and saw a nice big black circle where my butt was, not to mention pee was dripping from my legs, I had wet the bed obviously, I sat there sweating.
“Oh you’re up!” Celestia said “You wet the bed by the way.”
“I just found out,” I said “I’m so unlucky.” I continued as I sighed.
“ Don’t worry, the toilet is fixed anyway.” Celestia said.
And it had, and the day had continued normally. But at the end of the day, Celestia apologized for taking me, not knowing my bladder would become unstable at times. I said that I could have gone in the bushes.
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Ok, so this is a fanfic of harry potter and in this story a few things have happened that don't in the actual story line, sirius had a son with Tonks in order of the pheonix, Grindlewald has a son as well who rises to power, and this all takes place in 2012 with the characters in this story in year six, and only small cameos from the characters from Jk Rowling, its been aa while since I read the books so this my Harry Potter terminology may be a little off as well as my british and so on, phrases however I hope you like it.
Chapter one: Hogwarts Express I sat in the backseat of the red impala as it drove through the London streets, the only American car In the street, not that I was from America, my family was originally from France although we were from Australia and I had an Australian accent, however we had recently moved to Britain on account of my father’s business, and rather than continue on to my sixth year of school at Beauxbaton I was transferred to Hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry.
I felt butterflies flutter in my belly as I pulled the hem of my uniform skirt up past my mid-thigh and adjusted my knee socks. I was extremely nervous, as I was my first time at Beauxbaton and now I was forced to restart over again. I sat in the back in silence as my mother drove while my father fiddled with his smart phone. I jiggled my legs lightly as my bladder began to fill slightly, I had a weak bladder but I figured I could hold it till I got to Hogwarts hopefully.
I rolled my birch wand between my fingers, the ashy wood felt odd against my smooth finger tips as I sensed the unicorn horn essence within, the conduit for my powers, it almost tingled eleven inches with polished wooden groove to hold. I held the wand between my index and middle finger and swished it around slightly as I stared at to the bleary world around me, morning’s fog still covering the streets.
I wanted to smile, after all I was excited, however more than that I was anxious and I felt a twinge in my bladder as the anxiety gave me a odd sense of desperation. I hated to admit it, but I sorta liked the pain of a full bladder so I quickly switched the focus of my thoughts.
I began to think of my old school, I was a great student, and especially excelled in defense against the dark arts. I was also one of the more popular when it came to boys, my curly blonde hair, my slender build with nearly perfect curves in the right places, a great face with beautiful blue eyes with gold bursting from around the pupils. Even my Melbourne accent seemed to attract guys with its seductive tone.
I self-consciously unbuttoned one more button on my grey Hogwarts shirt, showing off a bit more of my cleavage to hopefully make a “good” impression among my peers. Normally as was more classy than that, however my nerves were corrupting my mind as I felt another twinge in my bladder and the awkward feeling in my abdomen from apprehension flutter again as we drew closer to king’s cross station. I shook my leg rapidly trying to shake the feeling of desperation as my bladder panged in my abdomen.
Finally as we officially reached king’s cross station as we exited the car and head off towards platform 9 ¾ the feeling intensified. I got up rather awkwardly but struggled to regain my composure as my parents helped me with my things as we entered the station. Finally after fumbling through the crowded train station I saw the pillar bearing the sings, platform 9 and platform ten, I gripped the handle on my cart and turned to my parents.
“Good-bye.” I spoke softly, the nerves getting the best of me. I mustered a smile but I felt like I was going to puke.
“Good-bye sweetheart.” My father said affectionately. “I’ll have a surprise for you this Christmas, and another surprise for you this upcoming week while you’re at Hogwarts.” He smiled and embraced me in a suffocating hug.
“Good-bye.” My mom managed teary eyed like she did every year before seeing me off. She kissed me on my forehead and I turned to face the pillar. I took a deep breath and my stomach started to do flips as I charged forward and passed straight through the pillar, I felt my whole body tingle and my bladder pulse again.
I looked around gleefully as I entered the platform nine and three quarters and approached the scarlet train amongst the crowd of children and boarded the Hogwarts express. It was a bit of a step back from the magical carriages of Beauxbaton but none-the-less I was excited. To start school, to learn new spells, to meet new friends, even to see how long I could go without using the bathroom.
I shuffled aboard the train and set my bags in the appropriate apartment before walking down the train to find somewhere to sit, I finally settled for one with three other kids already filling the seats.
“Mind if I sit here?” I asked the group awkwardly.
“Go ahead,” a muscular kid said eagerly. He was cute and had the sweetest hazel yes I ever saw, he had light brown hair and wore Slytherin robes on and a sly smile on his lips.
I sat next to him and faced the other two, one was a boy also donning the silver and green robes. about my age with Jet black hair and, peculiar violet yes, an athletic build and half smirk on his face.
The other was obviously his girlfriend judging on how he affectionately had his arm wrapped around her slender back, she had dark brown hair and was tall with killer legs and a pretty face, a great bust and deep brown eyes. I felt a pang of envy towards her but brushed it off. She bore the signature Ravenclaw robes.
“My name is Isaiah Anderson.” The boy who first welcomed me into the compartment offered out his hand to me. I shook it cautiously, I heard about students from Slytherin’s reputation for being vain and cold, but the two boys seemed friendly enough, but then again I revealed enough of my cleavage my red bra peeked out slightly.
“I’m Leah Patton, and this is James Black.” The girl said sweetly also offering her hand out which I shook gratefully. I already felt welcome.
“I’m Isabella Bladin.” I said with slight confidence. “I just transferred to Hogwarts from Beauxbaton and I’m crazy nervous.” I muttered flustered.
“Well do you need to know anything about Hogwarts?” Isaiah offered sweetly.
“Not really… well I spent most of my time reading Hogwarts: a history and such, so I know a lot already, the moving staircases, the ghosts that roam the halls, the four houses and a lot of other things, although it probably won’t keep me from getting lost.” I giggled.
“We can help with that.” James offered kindly. “But there is something you should know about us first.” James said solemnly.
“Should we tell her?” Isaiah asked, sounding a little nervous.
“She’s going to find out eventually, anyway we are already wizards, its not that weird that… Isabelle,” he started.
“Isabella.” I corrected playfully.
“Isabella.” He said with a hint of sarcasm. “I’m a metamorphmagus, able to shift my entire appearance crazy enough, Isaiah is a parstletongue. And Leah is a werewolf.” He said calmly.
“Uh… I…” I stuttered, I had no idea what to say to that. I wasn’t weird-ed out, if anything I felt disappointed, in myself for not being as special as them so I just nodded and smiled awkwardly.
“You think we’re weird don’t you?” Isaiah complained.
I shook my head. “Quite the opposite actually, I’m insanely jealous, I’d rather have any one of the abilities than be a normal witch.” I said with faux putting to get my pint across.
“Trust me, being a werewolf is nothing great.” Leah said softly.
“I figure it wouldn’t be.” I spoke with a hint of sympathy.
“Anyway, did you hear, that they are bringing back dementors on Hogwarts?” Isaiah asked.
“What?” I asked meekly hoping I heard wrong, I was terrified of dementors, especially since I hadn’t managed to ever preform a patronus charm.
“Yeah, it’s because of the son of Gellert Grindlewald has risen to power, some say he is as powerful as his father in his youth, maybe even more powerful, the next ‘he-who-must-not-be-named. They say he’s searching for the Elder Wand.”
“Grindlewald had a son?” I asked skeptically. “I never heard of that.”
“He never took care of his son, it was with a courtesan, pure accident, not that the accident hadn’t caused him to inherit his father’s evil, and the sense of abandonment doesn’t help. He may have even inherited his father’s secret of invisibility.” James said bitterly.
“What’s his name? How old is he.” I asked.
“that’s the thing, Grindlewald had been imprisoned for a long time, but his son is only twenty-seven at the most, and his name is Albus, although he goes by Grindlewald alone.” Leah said softly.
“Wow,” I said, although I was more worried than in awe. “So… Why would he come to Hogwarts, other than to massacre a bunch of under-age wizards.” I said frightened.
“supposedly Harry Potter hid the wand somewhere in Hogwarts.” James said solemnly as he stared out the window as the scenery passed and for the first time I realized the train had left the station, and suddenly I felt the pain return to my bladder and I jiggled my leg slightly.
“I’m kind of getting tired of all the chosen one stuff. I mean I get he saved a lot of lives, but there has to be other heroes out there.” I muttered almost harshly.
“I know what you mean, it’s been ages since Harry ‘saved the world’ but everyone still acts like it was just yesterday.” Isaiah stated.
“He’s my Godfather.” James said bluntly and before I could continue he spoke again. “And even I get tired of hearing about it all, so does he.” He smirked as he saw the expression on my face.
“James is a bit of a jerk sometimes.” Leah teased as he hit him in the arm playfully. “Don’t take him so seriously all the time.”
“Thanks for the advice.” I laughed, as I noticed James eyes turned bright yellow. I realized his metamorphmagus ability gave him “mood eyes”
Trolley, anything off the trolley?” A lady asked as she drove by with a cart of candy and such.
“Licorice wands, and chocolate frogs.” I called and purchased them,
“Every flavored beans.” Isaiah called.
“drooble’s best blowing gum.” Leah called.
“Fizzing whizzbees, cauldron cakes and four pumpkin juices.” James ordered.
We all paid and received our magical sweets as she left. James handed us each a vial of pumpkin juice. I chewed on my licorice wand slowly, savoring its taste.
I watched as Leah blue a large blue bubble that would stay floating in mid-air for the rest of the train ride, and James begin to levitate for a short time as he took a bite out of the large sherbet ball. I giggled and we all alguhed as we had our fun with our candies.
“Gross.” Isaiah gagged as he spit out a jelly bean. “Vomit flavor.” He explained.
“Volo.” James said flicking his silvery wand at the jelly bean, and it slowly dissolved away.
“What’s your wand made of?” I asked surprised. I never saw one like that, it was made of metal and still looked like it was plucked from a tree branch.
“wormwood,” he said. His eyes changed a shadowy color. “it’s the rarest object in the world, wormwood is indestructible, doesn’t need a core and all the spells it casts are untraceable. This wand honestly chooses its wizard, it appears on top of a wizard or witch while they sleep, and they are bound together forever, unfortunately it typically chooses a dark wizard, and a wand like this only appears every hundred years or so.” He said solemnly.
“Oh.” I muttered dumbly. He nodded. Suddenly the train stopped and I felt the pumpkin juice begin to fill more of my bladder. I kept forgetting about me damn bladder! Hard to believe I could as it felt like it was stabbing my lower abdomen, I started douncing my legs up and down.
“I’m going to the loo.” I muttered as I stood up and tried to open the door only to find it sealed shut.
“The dementors are coming.” Leah realized.
I sat down and started to bounce my legs wildly. I reached back and pulled my thong into a wedgie in an attempt to help hold back the flow of urine. I felt the flow rushing to burst through the urethra. I hated the desperation for once. “Does anyone know the patronus charm?” I asked.
“I do.” Leah said as she drew her ebony wand. James drew his but remained silent, I felt Isaiah draw me closer and traded me seats, kindly keeping me further away from the door. I felt the dementors presence before I saw it. Everything became unbelievably cold, and frost covered the windows, I saw my breath billow before me as I shivered and my bladder panged once again.
I squished myself against the wall as I saw Leah prepared to cast a spell. The not knowing was the worst part, as I felt my bladder start to weaken. A bit of urine quickly soaked my thong, and I fought the urge to keep peeing. As the dementors presumably got closer the compartment got colder still. Finally the frost on the window got so thick it was practically pure ice rather than glass. I felt urine dribble from my crotch ever so slowly, it trickled along my thighs and dripped onto the chair and the butt of my skirt, slowly dampening it, it was just barely moist.
Then the dementor appeared. His head loomed just outside of the door and my fear peaked. I felt to emotions fill my soul, terror and deep, deep sorrow. I faced James but his eyes were pitch black and he looked woozy, I felt woozy as the door creaked open.
I felt myself grow faint as my heart conflicted my weakness as it began to race in a panic and my bladder burst. Urine flooded into my thong and splattered around the seat, thoroughly soaking my mini-skirt and racing along my thighs for a small portion. My eyes went wide as the dementor floated in the compartment, causing more urine to burst out. The puddle filled the entire seat causing Isaiah to first jump forward, practically into the dementor before he fell back to the ground in fright.
The urine just raced from my crotch as time seemed to stand still, the hot pee gushing into the bottom of my mini-skirt, a small stream trickling along my thighs before I saw leah leap to her feet. I shut my eyes and heard her scream the patronus charm.
My eye lids went orange and I realized it had to work, after a moment everything became warm again and I opened my eyes to the group. Fear was replaced with mortification and tears brimmed among my eyes. I charged out of the compartment, urine dripping from my skirt as I ran to the loo. I stepped inside and locked the door as I sat on the toilet.
I began to sob loudly for what seemed like forever. My nose began to run and my throat hurt. Finally I heard Leah’s voice say “Alohomora.” Before the door opened and she approached me.
“Come on,” She offered her hand out. “James cleaned the seat, so let’s go back, it’s alright, you were scared.” She said kindly and I followed her still sniffing as my breathing was loud and shaky. She led me to the compartment that still stank of ammonia where James stood with his wand out. “turn around.” Leah instructed.
I turned around obediently as I wiped tears from my eyes. “Sicitas.” James uttered, and I felt the urine dry from my clothing.
“Thank you.” I sobbed softly as I leaned against the window and just fell asleep. |
Story contains female desperation, wetting, and also a Dom/sub style relationship. A lot of stories end up with the girls in desperate situations because of a male authority figure, but I don't think I've seen a story from quite this angle yet... so here goes. They say write what you know. :)
The story telling is a bit non-linear, so hang on for the ride. The non-linear style is inspired by TV shows like Damages and more recently The Firm. It might be a love or hate kind of thing, and I have no idea how well it works in story form, but here goes... I hope you'll like it.
Please let me know your thoughts and if you'd like to see the story continue.
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///// KELLI /////
OH NO. A spurt of warm pee shot out into her cotton panties.
Kelli struggled with all her might to squeeze her sphincter shut and will her bladder to wait just a bit longer. The painful spasms were coming more quickly now though. How long had it been now? She unclasped her hands from behind her back and slid a hand between her legs to check herself. She forced herself to smile briefly - her jeans weren't wet. Her panties must have absorbed her leak - she could still hide it. He would not have to know. She was standing there about to wet herself like a little girl - for the second time in only a few days. What would he think if he knew?
She shoved her hand hard into her crotch and felt the pressure subside a bit... but if he saw... Quickly rejoining her hands behind her back she thought about the past few days. If her first accident had landed her here, what would the punishment be if she completely soaked her jeans before the allotted time had passed? She dared not even think of the last time she had been taken over his knee. She had sworn never to disappoint him like that again. Despite the impossibly strong urge to bend over, squirm, or just move period she somehow willed herself to remain motionless, her nose still pressed firmly into the corner.
She could feel her bladder weakening. The next time she lost control it would not be an easily kept secret.
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///// KELLI /////
-- 2 DAYS EARLIER --
"Excited?"
... "Very much so. You are the best, Sir."
"Well, you've been a good little girl lately; you deserve something special."
... "Thank you Sir, I've tried really really hard to please you."
Kelli smiled and threw her arms around James giving him a huge hug . She winced a little as his tight squeeze reminded her of her overly full bladder. Tomorrow was her 19th birthday and just a month ago he had promised her a trip to Kings Island if she behaved. She had been on her *best* behavior the past month. She was home on time every day. Her chores were always finished early. She texted prolifically during the day to keep James informed of where she was and what she was up to. She had even double ironed his business suites to make sure they were sharp and crisp the way he preferred them.
That's not to say there hadn't been setbacks, of course. There were always setbacks. As much as James spoiled her he was also strict and demanding at times. Things had to be done just so so. Luckily, thanks to her overall good behavior, deep blue eyes, and puppy dog face the setbacks had all been minor bumps along the road and she had avoided spending even one minute of time in the corner all month. She wasn't sure if that was a personal best for her, but it sure felt like it.
They had both gotten up early today. It was a two hour drive to their destination and they were hoping to be one of the first thru the gates and one of the first to leave that evening. Breakfast was finished more quickly than usual thanks to the excitement.
"Gates open at 9am dear, we need to be out the door by 6:30 by the latest."
... "Yes, Sir, I'll be ready, promise."
James got up from the table and Kelli went over her mental checklist one last time. She was a list girl. Make-up. Dress. Sir's phone charger. Socks. Shoes. Potty. She looked at the clock. 5:59am. There should still be plenty of time. She gulped down the remainder of her orange juice quickly and then cleared the table. She squeezed her legs together tightly while rinsing off the dishes as she was reminded again that she hadn't yet been potty that morning. As soon as she awoke she had been called straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, as was usually expected of her. She wasn't about to slip up so close to her reward. She was beginning to regret the extra iced tea she'd had before bed last night, but she knew she could wait.
As she was putting on her makeup she found herself bending slightly and shifting her weight from foot to foot. She thought she caught James watching her from the other room, but wasn't sure. They'd never discussed it but secretly she had a suspicion James enjoyed her dancing. Her potty schedule was one of the items he was quite strict about. Luckily she'd always managed to hold it until he excused her and always made it without incident. Even if he enjoyed the way her body swayed while potty dancing she hesitated to think what might happen if she was ever unable to wait until she was excused.
Finishing her make-up she walked into the bedroom and looked for an outfit on the bed. She saw only her white cotton hipsters with the little red hearts and flowers. She smiled. James knew those were her favorite, but what about the rest of her outfit?
... "Sir, what am I to wear today?" She waited a moment for a response.
"Hmmmm. Your tight dark blue skinny jeans, white T, and that adorable red sweater you know I love."
... "Yes, Sir. Thank you for picking my favorite panties."
"You are welcome dear, I thought that might make you happy."
Kelli opened her closet and retrieved the requested attire and started to dress. As she pulled up her jeans and buttoned them she again felt her bladder start to cramp. She bent over quickly shoving her a hand between her legs. She took a breath slowly. In an out. The urgent wave passed as quickly as it came and that familiar overly full dull ache returned. She put on her deodorant quickly then pulled on her T and then the red sweater. Finally, her socks and shoes. She looked longingly towards the restroom but knew she wouldn't be permitted to go until she was ready to walk out the door.
Now, where was Sir's phone charger. She knew he could easily afford another charger for the car but it was one of the things he trusted her with. She was thankful for some of the small easy things she could do to please him.
... "Babe, do you know where your charger is?"
"Ummm, maybe the the study or the living room, I'm not sure."
Kelli quickly ran thru the house looking. She needed to find the charger soon if she was going to have enough time to potty before leaving. She knew Sir would not want to depart late. The minutes slowly ticked away as she looked here and there. Her bladder would occasionally spasm causing her to freeze in place and bend over immediately to keep it under control. Finally she found the cable laying on the desk in Jame's private office. She smiled to herself until she looked at the clock and saw the time. 6:27. She shoved the cable in her back pocket and ran to find James. She found him putting on his wind breaker in the living room.
... "Sir". She had already started with her the puppy dog look.
"Yes, dear?"
... "May I pretty please visit the little girls room before we leave?"
"Well..." He looked as his watch and then back at her.
... "PLEASE, Sir?" She was using her whiney voice, and they both knew it.
"You do realize the time?"
... "I'm so sorry for running late. Pretty please?" She gave him her best smile as she crossed her legs and squeezed them tight.
"You may, quickly. 5 minutes."
... "Thank you so much, sweetie."
She planted a kiss softly on his cheek and dashed into the restroom unbuttoning her jeans as she ran towards the toilet. She could feel herself getting even more desperate with each step. That's what always happened. By the time she sat down it was usually an emergency that she couldn't hold back not matter what she tried. She had just pulled down her jeans and panties and was about to sit when she heard him call from the other room.
"Dear, I don't see the map in our backpack."
She cringed and froze in place as a small spurt of pee escaped and splashed onto the bathroom floor. She bent over and placed her fingers directly over her pee hole pressing tightly. Please, god, no more. Had she really forgotten the map? She knew her permission was conditional. She was not allowed to go if the packing was still unfinished.
"Young lady, get in here now." He sounded more frustrated than before.
She slowly pulled up her panties and pants while trying so very hard not to flood them. She had to go so bad. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had to stop SO close to release. She buttoned her jeans and bent over sharply. Another spurt escaped. She tried hard not to start crying, or let it show on her face. She kept her legs squeezed together as she exited the bathroom and slowly, painfully waddled towards the bedroom door. If she had to find to find the map and then go straight out the door with no potty... well, she didn't want to think about that possibility.
As she approached the doorway she tried to straighten up a bit and act slightly more composed in front of James. As she straighten and tried to stand normally she felt her control slipping and another spurt escaped. She quietly squealed. She was starting to feel damp.
"Are you ok, dear? I'm sure I told you to pack a map for the trip."
... "Fine, Sir." She lied. He didn't need to know she was about to explode all over his carpet.
... "Yes, you did ask me to do so."
"Then where is it, dear?"
Kelli started to take one step into the living room and felt herself losing all control. This would be far more than a spurt, this was going to be bad. She honestly didn't think she would be able to get it back under control... Damn that map.
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Chapter 1.2
///// JAMES /////
James smiled as he emptied his bladder and remembered the delicious iced tea Kelli had made for them both the night before. As he felt his own urgency drain away he imagined Kelli would be feeling a similar urgency when she awoke. He didn't recall her asking to go pee before bed last night, so that would mean she hadn't been since before dinner. He wondered if she would be doing her typical potty dancing while preparing breakfast as she so often did in the mornings.
They had never discussed it, but he did truly enjoy watching her squirm in the mornings. He would sit at the table sipping his coffee and reading the paper while she pranced back and forth from one leg to another while standing in front of the stove.
It was going to be a good day he thought as he jumped in the shower.
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"Kelli" he called out loudly as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
Less than a minute later she was standing there in the doorway to the kitchen still blinking her beautiful blue eyes and looking half asleep. He noticed her legs were crossed. Not tightly, but also not casually.
"Breakfast please, dear"
... "Yes, Sir"
"Thank you."
She walked over and gingerly kissed his forehead then went straight to the fridge and started fetching the sausage, eggs, and cheese that was his usual morning fare. He noticed her bending at the waste but couldn't determine if it was from the iced tea last night or the fact that the sausages were simply on the bottom shelf. He smiled to himself and went back to the business section.
Soon breakfast was served, and soon after breakfast was finished. Her cooking had completely satisfied him, as usual.
"Gates open at 9am dear, we need to be out the door by 6:30 by the latest."
... "Yes, Sir, I'll be ready, promise."
James headed to his room to dress. He smiled as he heard the sink start running and imagined his girl crossing her legs tightly while doing the dishes. He wouldn't see it today, but he had many times in the past. Soon Kelli returned from the kitchen and began to finish getting ready herself. He smiled as he saw her leaning and jumping from foot to foot as she applied her make-up. It seemed she was definitely feeling the iced tea from the night before.
... "Sir, what am I to wear today?"
He had not had the opportunity to lay out a complete outfit for her today, so he decided quickly what she was going to wear and gave her instructions. Yes, she was going to look terrific in that outfit. He looked at his watch. The minutes were flying by. He started to wonder if she would have time to potty before leaving. If so he would permit her to, however a part of him hoped she would be running behind schedule... For a moment he imagined pushing her out the door without the opportunity she must desperately need to relieve herself. It was going to come down to the wire this morning. He walked to the door and started to slip into his jacket. Only a few more minutes.
And then there she was in front of him, looking up at hime with her puppy dog eyes.
... "May your girl pretty please visit the little girls room before we leave?"
It was 6:27. He gave her a bit of a chastising about being late. She quickly apologized, and then there were those deep blue eyes... sometimes he was *almost* powerless.
"OK. 5 minutes. Hurry."
He watched as she scampered off to the bathroom quickly then started digging thru the bag she had packed for the day - just to make sure nothing had been forgotten. Wait. Where was the map? It wasn't here. How long had she been gone? He wondered if she had already started to empty or if she was still just pulling down her pants.
"Dear, I don't see the map in our backpack." He called out loudly. Silence. He frowned.
"Young lady, get in here now."
It took longer than he thought it should have, but soon she was standing in the doorway looking at him. She was trying to put on a good show, but he could see the desperation clearly in her eyes and posture. She was slightly bent over despite trying to stand straight and she was obviously squeezing her hips super tight while trying to make it look like she wasn't crossing her legs. He must have called her back just before she had the chance to release. She suddenly tensed up and squeaked.
"Are you ok, dear?"
... "Fine, Sir."
He was almost sure that was not the truth, but said nothing. She liked to put on a brave face for him and even despite being required to ask his permission she was always shy about letting him know when she needed to go badly. He had seen her in various states of desperation during their relationship but he'd never seen her wet herself or even so much as have the smallest accident. Of course he knew it was within his power to simply make that happen... but how would she react if he did that? He imagined she would be embarrassed, but would she be upset? Would she blame him for making her wait or would she blame herself for being unable to?
He tried not to think about his last relationship. He had used his power. One day at the mall his girlfriend had found herself standing in front of him soaked with a rapidly growing puddle on the floor. That had not gone so well. He didn't want to spook Kelli or scare her off. She was just so amazing.
"If you packed it then where is it" he asked as he dug thru the backpack for a second time.
"Aha. Found it. Nevermind."
It had slipped to the bottom and been covered up by other items. He looked up expecting to see a look of relief on her face, but the doorway was empty. She was already gone. He zipped up the backpack and walked into the bedroom. He could hear her pee forcefully splashing into the bowl thru the still open bathroom door. She knew she was to always leave the door open unless she was making a stink of things. He listened and the sound continued for what seemed like a minute or two. He poked his head in the doorway and she smiled at him, but was that embarrassment he saw in her gaze. He wondered if she had made it in time. He glanced at her pants, but they were too dark and her panties were still inside her pants from when she had pulled them down. He couldn't tell.
"Everything ok here, dear?"
... "Yes, I'll be out in just a minute and I promise we can make up for lost time."
"I thought you looked a little on edge earlier in the doorway, dear". He would always try and get her to admit her desperation.
... "I was just worried I might be in trouble is all". Yet she never would.
James lingered just a moment longer then left her to finish up and get dressed while he went out to start the car. He'd get a chance to feel her pants soon enough once they were on the road anyways. He smiled. If she'd had her first little accident he was sure to find out.
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///// KELLI /////
Kelli started to take one step into the living room and felt herself losing control. She was going to pee all over his floor, right there in the middle of his living room. She didn't know what else to do. She felt like bursting into tears. He wouldn't ever want to see her again.
"Aha. Found it. Nevermind."
She quickly spun around and and the foot that was about to fall in the living room fell instead one step closer to the bathroom. She hunched over in pain and another few seconds of pee squirted out into her favorite panties. She managed to hobble to the restroom with pee squirting into her panties the entire way. She barely managed to slow the flow while she pulled down her pants and panties.
AHHHHHHH. The relief. All was forgotten. Her birthday. Forgotten. The narrowly avoided disaster in the living room. Forgotten. Her worry that James might discover her accident. Forgotten. She smiled as her pee freely streamed out with no sign of stopping. When it got this bad sometimes the release was almost more pleasurable than an orgasm.
"Everything ok here, dear?"
She jumped slightly but her pee continued to flow. James had popped his head into the bathroom to check on her. She saw him looking at her then down at her pants. God, no. Could he tell they were wet? If so, why didn't he saying anything? She just wanted him to stop looking at her pants. Sometimes he was so hard to read.
... "Yes, I'll be out in just a minute."
"I thought you looked a little on edge earlier in the doorway, dear."
She blushed. Had he realized she was about to pee all over his living room floor. She hoped not. She quickly made up an excuse about being afraid of getting in trouble over the map. It was even half way true. He seemed to buy it but he was still staring at her pants. It felt like forever, then suddenly he was gone. She heard the car start outside.
Thankful to be alone she wiped then stood up to inspect the damage. Her favorite panties were half soaked. Perhaps she could grab some dry ones quickly. But what if James wanted a peek at her panties later... or what if later tonight he undressed her and discovered she wasn't wearing the panties he had put her in that morning. How would she explain that? She knew she would not be able to. Changing panties was not an option.
She pulled up her panties then her pants. Obviously he'd notice if she changed her jeans. She looked at them closely but there was no wet spot to be seen. She smiled. She ran her hand up the inside of her thy towards her crotch and frowned. There was certainly a wet spot to be felt. Her crotch and the inside of both legs were very wet to the touch. God please let James not be in a one of his touchy-feely moods today. If he just kept his hands off her and concentrated on driving he'd never know. She hoped she would be dry by the time they arrived.
Surely after this morning the day could only get better. |
I smiled widely as I guided my surfboard across the wave, the purple board sliced through the wave splashing water to my left as I felt my board run across the water as the wave approached shore. I loved the beach I thought as I swerved into a small jump on the wave. Surfing and volleyball were my two fortes and the beach was the perfect place for both.
I felt a twinge in my bladder as I was still around a hundred meters from shore. I nearly lost my footing as the pang startled me. I took a breath as I veered the board into a sort of vert before I released my bladder into my royal blue bikini, which generously showed off my large breasts, curvaceous butt, after all no one could see my urine gush down my long toned legs from this distance, and I would obviously sub-merge myself before coming to shore.
The hot urine felt almost comforting as it contrasted the cold ocean water. I laughed to myself at the feeling as my urine gushed down onto my board and into the ocean. I watched as a head a funnel appeared before me suddenly, it had been threatening to do so my whole time on the wave but I was worried it wouldn’t. I steered into the funnel as the water fell around me from both sides as the urine flow ended.
I felt the board shake from bad footing and for a moment I floated above the board but I landed back on instantly and regained my footing. I giggled, but it was more nervous, the funnel prevented anyone from seeing me fly for a short moment but it was still a scary feeling and that sort of added to the thrill of surfing as I emerged at the other end of the funnel I was a few meters from shore and I began to paddle back out to the ocean again, one last time in an attempt to wash the urine of completely.
Soon I saw a large wave growing in the ocean but in front of that was a slightly smaller one, just before paddling into the first wave I took a deep breath and dove beneath it. My vision blurred as I was completely under water and using the same propulsion I used to fly I shot like a bullet and emerged behind it in front of the larger wave. I quickly caught onto it an struggled to get my footing as the wave rushed back to shore, I made sure to make a show of my final ride, doing as many tricks before the wave crashed into the shallows.
I grinned widely and made my way back to the shore. I picked up my board as I stepped into the low tide before walking onto the hot sand. My feet burnt slightly as the went from the cold ocean to the hot sand, although it was slightly less bad than not having damp feet. I stepped lightly on the hot sand as I approached my beach blanket where my bag sat.
I set my board down and dried myself off with my towel. I then withdrew my clothes, I put on a light blue strapless top and a light denim mini skirt over my bikini and stepped into my black flip-flops. I placed on my large sunglasses before making my way to my car. I found my silver mustang in the lot easily and fastened my board onto the hood then unlocked the car and put my orange towel over the driver seat and sat down before driving an hour away to my house.
When you thought about it rationally, an hour wasn’t that long of a drive, especially compared to when I used to live in the mid-west of America now I lived near a beach in California in the rich city of Sterling Heights, but when it came to me, I was rarely rational, I loved to surf and even wore I had the bladder the size of a bebe pellet it felt like, of course peeing myself while surfing wasn’t the worse thing in the world, it actually felt kinda good, but while driving there and back definitely was not my definition of fun.
I decided ten minutes into the drive to pull through a Wendy’s drive-thru when my stomach growled. I waited in line impatiently, I already missed the feeling of surfing, and I hadn’t played volleyball in a week so I grew anxious, however I couldn’t go back, I had to meet my father for some reason at the High School football field.
While I sat in the line I checked out my appearance in the rearview mirror, my usually curly blonde hair was wet and matted against my face in messy strands. My cobalt blue eyes hid behind the sunglasses. My full red lips sat almost pouting on my beautiful face. I returned my focus to the drive-thru as the line moved and I placed my order, a spicy chicken sandwich, a large sprite a medium water and fries.
It was a lot for me to take in probably, butt my rigorous exercising usually kept my body slender enough that I was the sweetest eye candy to most of the boys. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel unrhythmically as I waited for my turn which seemed to take forever. Finally I got my food and I pulled off to the side of the parking lot and ate my food quickly, I already slurped half my sprite away by the time I finished my sandwich and most of my fries and took a gulp of the cold water before driving.
Keeping my eyes on the road I would cautiously take a handful of fries or a drink of my sprite or water while I headed down the road. I smirked to myself as I switched on the free-way and picked up speed for a short while, however I eventually ended up getting stuck in traffic much to my dismay. I groaned and took a gulp of the rest of my sprite.
I slipped out my smartphone and quickly speed dialed my father while th car was at a complete standstill. The phone rang three times before my dad answered.
“Hello?” He asked,
“Hey dad, I’m going to be late, I got caught in traffic.” I said apologetically.
“You are driving and making a call?” He asked with a condescending tone.
“Dad, you know I’m a good driver, besides the car is literally stopped.” I replied sadly.
“That’s not what I asked you now was it.” He stated rather than asked.
“Yes dad, I’m calling you while driving, I’m sorry I won’t talk on the phone while driving anymore.” I sighed softly.
“Good. and I’ll be waiting here, try to hurry though.” He said.
“Ok, bye, love you.” I muttered.
“Love you too honey.” He said before hanging up. I put my phone on stand-by before dropping it in the passenger seat. I sighed and finished off my water as the traffic barely scooted forward. I groaned as the rolled forward at a snail’s pace. I gritted my teeth as my bladder already began to fill up while I was stuck in traffic. I tapped my fingers for ten minutes before the traffic cleared up and I drove off again, it was another hour before I arrived at the football field parking lot.
I surveyed the lot but my dad wasn’t here, that meant he was actually in the field. I sighed as I scaled the locked gate and saw him standing in the middle of the field and I approached him, he stood there patiently as I slowly shuffled over to him, my bladder was definitely starting to get full, but I figured I could manage through one of his lectures, all though this was an odd place for one.
“Hello Miranda.” He greeted solemnly.
“Hi.” I returned. “What are we doing here?” I asked looking around the empty field.
“It’s time you learned to fly. And since the football field has such a high tarp ceiling that mostly conceals us, I thought this would be a prime location” He said. I looked at him excited, he had already taught me my first power which had been lightning manipulation, and he had taught me a lot of minor levitation techniques but this would be my first time flying not counting the small gliding I did while surfing.
I stood before him anxiously, stepping from foot to foot to keep my bladder under control as he gave me a lecture.
“Do you have to use the bathroom?” He asked me concerned.
“uh… no.” I muttered, I was too excited to fly to waste time peeing.
“Ok then, remember your training from the simulation and proceed to fly, you are finally ready.”
He was referring to after the explosion of the Shironi organism that gave hundreds thousands of people super powers, his company, Mirage Industries has been experimenting on Shironi when it exploded, me within the proximity got infected with it. Since then they’ve hooked my body up to a computer that scanned my mutated DNA discovered my powers and in a dream like simulation has trained my powers till they manifested in my physical form.
Even after the manifestation of my powers I had to go through rigorous exercises to get my body to handle the force of my powers, and to learn to control them and I was finally ready to fly after proving to be able to handle over twenty g-force, enough to kill everyone else but me.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and focused, I willed myself to float up. I opened my eyes to find myself twenty feet in the air floating. I took another breath and began to focus, to will myself to… before I even got through my mental preparations I managed to take off in flight. I felt thrilled as I soared through the air at break neck speeds. I cried out in glee as I shot up to the tarp before looping back down, my chest momentarily brushing against the strong material before I fell into a purposeful straight nose dive to the ground.
I felt the blood rush to my head as I flew at high speeds straight for the ground, the odd weightless ness despite my plummeting sent excitement through out my body as I spiraled downwards and then I felt my bladder gush.
The hot pee just burst from my crotch, it slithered down my abdomen and soaked my skirt and shirt as it streamed to my chest, before drizzling against my face, I blew the urine from my lips in a panick as I swerved upright. The hot urine continued to gush out none the less and it quickly streamed down my legs and fell to the ground like my left flip-flop.
I lost control of two things, my bladder and my flight. I smacked into the strong tarp and had the wind knocked out of me. I plummeted to the ground as my urine seeped through my skirt and streamed upwards before I regained flight control and flew my back, facing the ground, and the urine began to pool at the back of my bikini.
The urine seeped through my clothes with ease again and drizzled to the ground, I heard my dad cry in disgust and I twisted my body so I was flying with my front facing the ground and the pee still streamed out. I couldn’t hold back the flow it just kept streaming as I flew erratically trying to stop the flow, only to drizzle hot urine to the ground as it burst through my urethra and soaked my skirt thoroughly and my bikini bottom as well.
I felt tears as I began to land, I landed harder than I expected to and I tumbled onto my back winded. I felt the rest of the urine drizzle out and pool around me causing a small puddle of hot pee. I began to sob despite the odd tingling feeling of the urine run across my crotch around my butt before my dad approached me. I laid there in misery as he stared at me his lips pursed.
“I though you said you didn’t have to go pee?” He asked angrily. I felt myself stifle a sob.
“I was so excited I just thought it was the nerves.” I lied, realizing how childish the truth would have made me sound, I already looked childish peeing myself at sixteen, I didn’t need any more help.
“Whatever, just go drive back home, I’ll be there in a couple ours.” He was obviously furious with me and I saw why, I noticed I had peed on him, his hair was still wet and his shirt stained.
My ears burned as I hobbled back to my car, leaving the missing flip flop behind, as my bikini bottom still dripped pee onto the ground below me. I was extremely ashamed and sat atop my towel and laid my head against the wheel and just cried for a short while before I became aware of the cold itchiness of my clothes, even my shirt and bikini top from when I tried to nose-dive was soaked in cold urine. I groaned and stripped nude, and tossed the soaked clothing onto the floor of the passenger seat and drove off naked.
I felt myself tremble from sobbing so hard at the wheel and tears kept constantly brimming my eyes it turned my vision blurry and I swerved ac couple times trying to wipe them. I realized I wasn’t fit to drive, but my house was a few blocks away so I just continued on, I burst out into tears again and barely remained control of the car as I tried to regain my composure.
Suddenly I became aware of police siren tailing me. I groaned as I stopped at the side of the road and tried to grab my clothes to no avail, I quickly grabbed my towel from under my butt and used it to cover my body, just barely covering enough. I rolled down my window reluctantly.
“Miss you were driving erratically, have you been drinking.”
“No officer.” I sobbed dumbly.
“None the less I need you to step out of the vehicle.
“I rather not.” I stuttered.
“Miss I need you to step out of the vehicle.” He said irritated.
“I’m not wearing any clo-“
“I said step out of the vehicle, unless you want me to cancel your license.” He raised his voice in anger. I shuddered as I stepped out onto the street completely naked.
“Public nudity, as well as erratic driving. Get back in the car before you cause a scene!” He yelled although I noticed he became aroused.
I sat back in my seat uncomfortably and he came back with a thousand dollar ticket.”
“A thousand doll…. Ok officer.” I muttered and headed back home.
“I wrapped the towel around me before walking into my empty house and running into my room only to cry myself into an early sleep.
Ok so I hoped you liked it, wether or not I continue this story is completely up to how well it does comment wise |
Please note this is my first attempt at making a story. The next chapter will be about his sister Vivian, and a lot of her wetting. It will be better than the one im posting now. I needed to get one posted. The story that i have here just fills in some gaps between when the event happened, and how the Asylum reacts to the escape. I know it is a bit jumpy, but the next few chapters will explane the history behind the two, and how they became to work at the Asylum at the top elite. Please leave comments as to how i could improve.
“You don’t understand sir! That girl kidnapped my son! She no longer just knows telekinesis, but she knows how to control fire! She burnt my phone, shoved me to the wall with her power, and kidnapped my son! You have to send out men to find him! I want him home safe!” Jonathon yelled at the manager of the asylum.
“Look Jonathon, I will take this under advisement, and I warn you, watch you tone around me, remember who keeps your paycheck. “The manager replied with anger in his tone. “Now, leave me at once, I don’t want to see you while your out of line. “He said ushering him to the door.
“But… my son….he,” Jonathon stated before he was cut off.
“ENOUGH JONATHON” he yelled at him “leave at once, And don’t come back until I call you. Got it?” he snapped at him
“yes sir” Jonathon said in a submissive tone as he walked out of the office, not knowing that conversation was not as private as he thought. Standing in the dark gloomy corner of the room, was the commanding officer of the elite task force of the asylum.
“Terro, this has gotten out of hand… I want you to take you and your sister’s team to deal with this situation. We have to keep this quiet, and out of the media’s ears. If it gets loud, I authorize you and your sister to use any means necessary to bring them back. Is that clear?”
“Most certainly, if I would have been working the day she got free, I guarantee that she would not have gotten far. I will gather our team of 8 and find out where they have gone. And from what Jonathon said, I know that she couldn’t have gained a power, Jonathon’s son must control fire… if I have to get loud… he might not survive sir… “Terro replied after walking forward. Terro was 5 foot and 8 inches tall, wearing a black heavily armored vest, specially designed for him and his unique gift. The outfit also had a pair of gloves, and boots, all uniquely designed for him.
“If you worked that day, a lot wouldn’t of happened. However because of your sister, the breakout was contained, you are the best guards we have, I understand that his son might be a casualty in bringing her in… if he is… then we will blame it on her. Now do what needs to be done. I already have a team out looking for her, a group of 6. Now, you know what will happen if you or you sister double cross us right?” the manager asked him.
“Yes sir, the necklace around my neck will detonate with the ice fire, killing me or her instantly. Ill let you know when we meet up with the team” he replied as he walked out the door to gather the team.
That was all a few days ago, about 4 days now. Terro and his sister had split the groups up on two different Leeds, one was in a town where a Durango was recently won, by a boy and a girl, all having accidents. The other lead was from the team who was already after them, who had tracked them to a hotel in New Orleans. Terro’s team was in charge of joining the tracking group.
Terro was on his way to the location, when he got a call from the group “ no! you are not to enter! Do not do anything with out me! Well stop them before … shit…..! im 5 minutes out… hold on.” She slammed the phone down into the seat him, flooring the car to get to the area faster. In the distance of the hotel, he could hear gun firing, “shit… its gone loud…” he mumbled to his self-making a wide right turn, tires squelching as he turned. The 2012 lambo handled it like a champ. During the turn, he saw a fireball shoot out of a hotel room, into the building across the street, swerving into the lot of the hotel, a large explosion from behind him was heard. “Damn it to hell…” he cursed to himself getting out if the car after parking it , leaving the keys in the ignition. Already feeling his bladder filling up as a diamond texture formed on his palms, in a blue color, eyes turning bright crystal blue, the gloves emitting a faint blue aura as it helped amplify his ability, looking at the fire of the building. Hearing people scream for help next door as the explosion sent fire into the buildings surrounding it. He looked up to the hotel room, and the men , the weapons flying to the air. “she’s here too…” he mumbled, spikes, traction, all of ice started forming from the bottom of the boots, helping keep terro in one position, unless he moved himself. He looked back and forth, trying to figure out which action to do, since he can only use it once before he loses control of his bladder. Screaming people, or capture the fugitive…. Making the choice was hard, but he finally decided. He looked at the building on fire, pointing both his hands at the building. The fire burning the building slowly started turning blue, as the flames dimished a bit, before the entire building turned to ice. At the exact same time a warm wet feeling started trickling down his legs. A golden stream was shooting out of his penis and into his pants. the dampness was felt down both his pant legs as they darkened faster as the stream continues to gush down both legs as he continued to use his power to dimished the flames that still burned in the buildings. Once the stream finished, he collapsed to the ground, as all the fire was dimished, and turned to ice. the amount of fire that was put out was too much for him. Once he woke up, there were cops, firemen, ambulances, his group, and his sister surrounded the scene of the incident. The one thing he could not find was his lambo. |
I wish I could tell you I grew up living a normal life… a mom… dad… brother or sister to grow up with, a normal home, friends, and going to school for education. I wish I could tell you I was just a normal girl, however im far from normal. My name is Kelly; I think that is the most normal thing about me is my name. When I was born, I had killed my mother, and everyone in the hospital with a giant explosion, the only survivors was me and my brother Terro. You would think that something like this would be on the news? Well you’re wrong. An industry covered it up, a rehab/ research group covered it up saying terrorist bombed it. From that moment my life, and so did my brothers, change for the worst. My brother controls ice, and water, however cannot summon water, there has to be water nearby. My powers? I have no set power, every month, I guess it’s called a period for normal girls; I shift powers every single day until the cycle is completed. Each time my powers shift I have to relearn how to control them. When then cycle happens, each time my powers are used, it doesn’t matter that I emptied it a few minutes before or not my bladder refills to the brim instantly, and releases without any control. My brother on the other hand, he gets himself every time he uses his power… with whatever he has inside of it….
Kelly had received her orders from her brother, he had just finished getting done with talking with the boss, or the councilor as he wants them to call him. “So, we are going after a girl with telekinesis huh? This should be fun” she smirked to her brother forming a ball of blue flames in her hand turning it to red and to blue, back and forth.
“It’s supposed to be a simple retrieval with her. For us, it shouldn’t be a problem; however there is a boy with her. We are to leave him unharmed, if we can” he smirked to her “he also wants it quiet” he added in as he packed his belongings for the trip to track her down. “ we have reports of her in a town about 10 miles or so from here, saying a girl keeps wetting herself there, the description fits our target, saying she was heading to new Orleans” he informed his sister
“New Orleans? I thought that place was destroyed by that tidal wave….” She asked him “well never mind it. We can track her, wherever she goes. “She smiled sliding up her blue silky panties from behind the screen for privacy. “Besides, the more she runs, the funner it will be for us. And longer the chance we have of finding a way to break the damned necklaces we have that the councilor uses to control us.” She whispered to him as she also slid up her black skirt with blue stripes down both of her sides. The length went down to her knees as she stood at 5foot 6. “So what’s the plan?” she asked him as she slid on her matching vest with the blue stripes down the side, almost parallel with the skirts stripes. She also slides up her black leather silk looking boots, that go up to just about 7 inches away from her knees. She smiles, knowing this outfit will protect her from her current powers of fire and fire ice.
“I heard that they are in a car, ill check out the towns south of there, you will check our Orleans and see what you can find” terro replied to her as he finished packing. “I’ll go ahead and head out, ill contact you when I find something” he replies.
That was about a week ago, and here Kelly finds herself in the middle of Orleans, finding out information about what happened at a car event. Upon finding out what happened, she called her brother to inform him. “Yea, they were here…. They both entered to win a dodge car, said they headed south, that was about 5 hours ago “ she informed him “ and they won because all the girls bladders started overflowing, it seems like that someone has a power that controls bladders, and its trailing them… either that or one of them can…. I found out a girl went before touching the car, and had no water, or anything and suddenly had to pee. Said she held on as long as she could, smelling the air full of pee only made it worse for her. She did say something was weird about the girl though,” she replied to him.
“Thanks, I’ll continue heading up, a team found the car that fits the description, there in a hotel. I’ve asked them not to move in, but we will see, how fast can you get here?” he asked her as the sound of his lambo engine roared in the background.
“In about 20 minutes, im getting into my Acura” she replied as she slid in, and roared down the road. About 10 minutes into the drive she realized that she had yet to use the bathroom the entire day, knowing what happens when it’s full, she debated on what to do, as she bounced her legs up and down in desperation while diving 150mph on the highway with her emergency lights flashing. As she continued to get closer to her location, she knew she couldn’t last much longer, whimpering cuz it was a new car, she took one hand off the stearin wheel, hitching her skirt up a bit, as her panties where now revealed. “God this sucks…” she cried out a bit as she felt the hot warmth of her pee fill up her panties before a dark spot softly formed on the center of her panties. She sighed in relief feeling the warm liquid filling her panties before arching through the center of her panties onto the seat, before it was hungrily absorbed into the soft cushion of the car. The feeling of wetting herself in her fancy car was exhilarating, a feeling she never felt before, it was turning her on in a way as the juices continued to leak out into her panties, pooling around her bottom, and soaking into the seat. She was glad that her brother wasn’t here to witness this incident at the time as she slid her panties to the side to watch the stream arch from her now exposed pussy, arching out of her, in a dark golden stream which splattered onto the floorboard of the car as she continued on down the road to the hotel. Upon seeing a building in flames, then turning into ice, she abruptly stopped her stream. Her heart sank, knowing that this event just got loud, Hearing screaming, from her brother on the radio to the teams there, and then him going silent. She witnessed the cars go flying, along with the men... she cursed to herself parking her car, still with about ¼ of a bladder. Hopping out, seeing the girl in the room, using her ability’s to throw her brothers troops around. “Damn it damn it” she whispered feeling something elts in her, the changing feeling. She then proceeded to sneak up the flight of stairs hearing commotion going on in the room, a male, it sounded like Jonathan. “That idiot…” she whispered as she then powered up her powers, red fire in one hand and blue in the other. The blue fire would freeze her in place, the red, would restrain her after the freeze faded. “Inmate! Freeze!” she yelled at her
As soon as she yelled for the girl to freeze, her powers dimished, and a sensation in her body caused her to go numb. Her cycle had started. “shit shit shit” she cried out as she then lifted from the walkway and flung out into the sidewalk. A dark golden stream trailing behind her as she proceeded to wet herself as her powers changed to telekinesis for the remainder of the day. As she flew out into the parking lot, her stream had splattered on the girl inside, on her face and clothes for a brief second. Kelly landed hard, on top of a car, knocking her out for the time being, but when she woke, all hell had broken lose. She wet in cold wet clothes, with cold liquid in her boots, and her brother’s car was missing. And she knew there was no tracking in it. “ this isn’t going to be good” she whispered as she stood up, medics asking her questions, as she did all she could to regain the situation.
((Sorry for the delay, been busy, and my recent chapter was accidently deleted. Her cycle does not include blood, like normal cycles of a female. All cryisysem is welcomed… 1500 words)) |
This was a story that someone asked me to do a while ago and I just recently got to actually completing it. Not much to comment about, so I hope you all enjoy it, it isn't my best work, but it's pretty decent considering my recent time constraints.
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Dawn was walking along through the forest that stood between the gang and their next random destination, yawning as she thought of just how boring this day was, unaware that it was about to get much more exciting. The only thing that split this day off from any other was that it was quite a bit hotter than usual, the middle of a summer heat wave.
Dawn lifted up her water bottle to her lips, it was half empty, she had already drank one since they set out a few hours ago, it was only about mid afternoon.
As Dawn capped her water bottle and put it back into her bag, a sudden sensation hit her, and with a lot of force, she suddenly needed to use the bathroom rather badly. She shuddered as the sudden wave of pressure hit her, but soon regained her composure. Dawn looked around, the boys didn't seem to notice.
Still, she really needed to go. There was no lack of places for her to hide in this forest, but she didn't want to tell the boys, it was just too embarrassing, she would have to wait until their next break.
That idea seemed all well and good, but time absolutely dragged on as they continued walking. They were a ways off from taking another break and the day seemed to be too hot for anyone or anything to be active that there might be a little distraction from the pressure.
As it stood, Dawn marched on, trying to keep up her usual pace a few steps behind the boys, but it was growing harder. Her arms were no longer at her side, but held in close, crossed over her stomach. It took all her will power to prevent her hands from finding their way under her skirt. Holding herself would feel incredible, but it would also be an obvious sign of her desperation. Letting the guys see her like that would almost be as bad as if she actually wet herself.
About twenty minutes had passed since the initial wave of desperation and Dawn was not doing any better. She could feel her face growing hotter as she struggled to stop another wave of pain without letting on that she was having any trouble.
Finally, she spoke up, "Hey, guys... I'm getting kind of tired, when are we taking our next break?"
"It'll still be about an hour before we reach our next stop." Brock responded as he checked the map to confirm his calculations.
Dawn let out an audible groan at that new revelation. The boys just mistook this as her complaining about being tired, which they just kind of ignored like they usually did.
After she was sure the boys didn't suspect anything, Dawn retreated back to her thoughts. 'I don't know if I can hold it for another hour!' She thought as she reached down her right hand and gave herself a squeeze between the legs. The relief of pressure felt good, but she quickly withdrew her hand and replaced it over her stomach, once again afraid that someone would see her.
After an agonizing fifteen minutes of Dawn giving herself occasional squeezes and trying not to let any out or let on that she's trying not to go, Dawn noticed something strange.
The air suddenly grew cooler, it felt nice since it was a hot day and Dawn was warming up even more from the strain of holding it in and keeping her composure.
The cool air wasn't as much of a relief as it should have been, though. The sudden change in temperature only aggravated Dawn's already filling bladder. Dawn soon found herself taking shorter steps as her legs unconsciously got closer as her thighs squeezed together to help control herself. The problem with this was, while it was a tremendous relief of pressure, it also made Dawn slow down even more; every so often she would have to pick up the pace and speed ahead, which brought her closer to losing control every time.
It was about five minutes after this started that Dawn was overcome with a sudden shiver. After the shiver stopped, Dawn began to blush, she thought she felt something escape!
Dawn continued walking for a bit and was sure she felt a wet spot in her underwear. She looked around to make sure that no one was looking at her then lifted up her skirt a little to take a peek. It was true, there it was. It wasn't very big, but there was a wet spot on her panties! This was horrible, Dawn knew that she couldn't hold on much longer.
Without realizing, Dawn must have let out a gasp at this revelation, because Ash turned around moments later "Is something wrong, Dawn?" He asked.
Dawn gasped again and shoved her dress down so he wouldn't see anything. "No, nothing." She said quickly, her face growing beat red.
After Ash turned around, Dawn thought for a second.
"Actually," She began, getting both of the boys' attention, "I think I heard something in the bushes. I'll go check it out." She said, beginning to turn toward the bushes to try and stealthily find relief.
Those hopes were quickly dashed, though, as Ash asked "Heard something? What, like a Pokemon?" He seemed excited by this thought and looked like he was ready to run off just as quickly as Dawn was, but for entirely different reasons.
"No," Dawn said, "Not like that..." She tried to figure something out that would allow her to leave but wouldn't make either of the boys want to follow her.
"Then what?" Ash asked, "Like Team Rocket?" He still seemed kind of excited by this thought.
"No." Dawn said, "It was...Nothing..." She trailed off as she watched her one chance at relief slip away.
"Okay" Ash said, he then turned to Brock "So how much longer do we have?" He asked.
"About half an hour." Brock responded.
Dawn could feel her eyes watering as she felt almost hopeless, there was no way she could hold it for that long! Still, could she really tell the boys?
This indecision cost her about five minutes, during which Dawn's body was giving her constant signs that holding it much longer was not an option.
After another shot of pain from her bladder, Dawn was forced to work up the courage to ask, "Hey, guys, can we stop soon? Like now?" She asked urgently, unable to stop her hands from drifting below her skirt.
"Now?" Brock asked, "But we're almost there."
"We are?" Asked Dawn, surprised, "But I thought you said it was half an hour away."
"I did," He responded, "But that's because in our adventures I've learned to always plan for a little extra time being taken up by one thing or another. If nothing else happens, it'll only be a few more minutes."
"Oh." Dawn said, relieved. Twenty-five minutes was way too long, a few more minutes? Dawn could probably do that.
It wasn't too long before the air got even cooler and there was a very loud, pervasive sound that filled the area. Dawn could not quite put her finger on it, but it sounded familiar.
As the group rounded the bend, the sight was revealed and made Dawn shudder, but also filled her with a slight sense of relief. There was a large, roaring waterfall in the clearing up ahead. The sight of all that rushing water practically made Dawn lose control, she let out a slight groan and threw her hands between her legs, still, she felt a little bit escape.
Still, Dawn was happy because this serene, peaceful clearing was probably the spot in which they were going to take their next break.
Feeling the intense pressure, Dawn didn't wait for anyone to say anything or give a signal, she instead started heading for the bushes on the edge of the clearing that should provide decent cover for her to privately relieve herself.
She was stopped short on her way there by a sudden question from Ash "Where are you going, Dawn?"
"I-isn't this where we're stopping?" Dawn asked, her voice and body both quivering. She could tell it was obvious she was desperate, but she refused to actually acknowledge that.
"No, it's just a little bit further ahead, though." Brock answered.
Dawn took a moment to compose herself and continued walking on, being forced to stop every few steps to prevent any liquid from escaping.
Dawn was definitely taking longer than she should walking ahead, but she really couldn't walk any faster and keep control, so it was slowly get to her relief and endure the desperation even longer or hurry and quite possibly lose control.
Dawn was also stumbling through a bit, following the boys as her eyes were watering and her face was contorted from the strain of holding it in.
Finally, they rounded another corner and Dawn saw a hopeful sight: A Pokemon Center just down the path. Dawn then lost all discretion and picked up the pace, almost running to get all the way to the location of not just a spot for relief, but an actual bathroom, a luxury in this life of travel.
Dawn stumbled on the way, feeling a little bit leaking out, but she couldn't stop now, she was just so close.
She followed the boys, who were moving with significantly much less urgency than her, up to the door of the Pokemon Center, but the second they got inside, Dawn dashed up to the counter.
"Where's the bathroom?!" Dawn asked, trying to keep her calm, but still failing to mask the urgency in her voice. She was severely embarrassed by this, but it didn't matter so much at this moment.
The nurse at the counter did not react to Dawn's clearly urgent state and just pointed off in one direction. Dawn followed her finger and saw the sign indicating the bathrooms. She then looked down and saw a sign on the floor that filled her with dread. However, after momentary inspection, it was just a wet floor warning sign.
Dawn quickly thanked the nurse and then ran off. She slid on the wet floor, she caught herself, but she could feel control over her bladder almost completely leaving her as all the liquid she had been holding in for hours started to escape.
From there, Dawn proceeded with haste and caution. She couldn't slip like that again, but she also didn't have any time to waste, as more and more was leaking out every moment.
Finally, she made it to the bathroom and was very fortunate to find the first stall available. Dawn dashed in, but it was far too late. By the time she got the stall door closed and locked and set down her bag, it had gone from a steady leak to a full-on flood! Dawn could feel it, her underwear wasn't just wet, it couldn't hold any more, she could feel the warm, wet sensation spreading to her legs.
Dawn quickly did the only thing she could think of, she lifted her skirt so that it would avoid most of the mess and squatted over the toilet, deciding to pee through her panties. Dawn sighed in relief as she heard the liquid hitting the toilet, but blushed as she felt the sensation growing as the wet patch in her panties grew from the front to a damp patch in the back as well.
When Dawn was finished, she got up and lifted her skirt up to inspect the damages. Her once-white panties were completely and thoroughly soaked and practically transparent and her upper thighs were very wet, there was even a small dark spot on the front of her dress from where she was holding in while trying to stop the leak.
Dawn removed her underwear and tried to wash off her legs and more...private areas as best she could, but the damp sensation remained no matter how hard she tried. Blushing, Dawn then wrapped her panties up in toilet paper and carefully shoved them into her bag in a place they would not be seen.
Dawn didn't want to risk damaging another pair of underwear, so she resolved to leave them off and just go through the rest of this day very carefully. It wouldn't be the first time, though it would be the first time since she started traveling with the boys.
Dawn then washed up at the sink and tried to put on a brave face, there was no obvious evidence than she had wet herself that she could tell, so she seemed to be fine.
Dawn then walked out of the bathroom and was almost immediately confronted by Ash, "Dawn, you were in there for a long time, are you ok?"
Dawn blushed and raised up her hands defensively, "Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry." She responded.
She gave her Pokemon over to the nurse to be taken care of and then settled down with the boys to eat, very carefully making sure that her skirt was lowered to keep the boys from seeing anything.
Dawn went about the rest of the day with no noticeable incident and promised herself she would not let herself get that desperate again. |
Catch up info.
Seven here! For those of you who didn't read the first part of my story, we live on a different planet with longer days. We divide the day into thirds and measure it in degrees. We call the tree thirds of the day First, mid, and final third. There should be a Terranovian clock at the bottom to help you, but basically, ten degrees is about eighty minutes, one degree is about seven, a tenth degree is like forty seconds and a hundredth degree is about four seconds. Their's about forty hours in a Terranovian day. That's about all. Oh! and we like, live twice as long. I look 14, but I'm in fact, 24 years old. On with the story.
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I sat there trying to think of what I drank this morning. All I could remember drinking was the milk from my bowel. I wouldn’t count last nights liter of water because I went to the bathroom before I went to sleep, unless that liter carried over to today. Come to think of it, I also had some orange juice with my toast. Then I had hot chocolate after sipping my moms coffee and deciding I needed something hot to drink. I got thirsty from the chocolate and drank a cup of water to go with it, then another cup of water to swallow my pills with this morning. And didn’t I drink from that hose outside Mrs. Fenches house? I remember my little brother giving me his orange juice too because he didn’t want any. Uh oh! I was in trouble. Not to mention the intense gravity, it probably sped up the process like crazy. I couldn’t stand the though of all that fluid collecting into my lower abdomen. It made the strain worse. I crossed my legs tighter and pressed my left hand into it in hopes of actually getting anywhere with my homework using the pencil in my right. I actually felt the gradual process of water inflating my bladder over the course of two degrees. It was a ten degree class. Then I had three more ten degree classes that I wouldn’t make it to if I tried to use the bathroom between periods. What was I going to do? My tension increased by the hundredth degrees and I had four classes to get through!
The homework was to list the forms of transportation in order and write a summery under each of them. He also wanted us to sketch the forms of transportation. I wonder what he’ll think of my squiggly line art I joked to myself, seeing how clumsy I became with the pencil. “Mr. Bentsen?” I asked with my hand up while bouncing up and down in my seat and clenching my crotch area. He looked at me for a moment.
“If it’s about a potty break the answer’s no.” Of coarse he wouldn’t, that would make perfect sense otherwise. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for earlier.” I lied.
“Uh huh!” He replied sarcastically. At least he had a sense of humor. “Tell ya what. If you can finish that assignment in class I’ll let you leave early to use the restroom okay?”
“Okay!” I got started strait away. First I drew the carriage with simple shapes like squares and rectangles. Circles for the wheels obviously. I wrote the approximate time period in which they were used and what their benefits were, as well as their weaknesses and what replaced it first. That’s what I would draw next. The urine pressed down and agonized my inner muscles draining over half my concentration. Keeping my self control was like trying to stay balanced on top of a ball and juggle at the same time while the ground underneath shook harder and harder to through you off. My breath started quivering and my legs shivered. I felt cold. There was no comfortable position. It didn’t matter how I sat or shifted, nothing worked to relieve the pressure. My gate was a fine and fragile tissue taking on the persisting antagonism from my bladder. It urged and moaned and begged nonstop. I had only half finished my assignment and I was only four degrees into class. Six degrees to go before my next class started at 150 (degrees). I flew through my homework until I got stuck. What came after the train, the plane, or the car? What exactly happened during those times? I asked a neighbor for help, unable to hold still. He had to snap his fingers several times to keep my attention while the time flew by. The longer I waited to leave early, aside from getting closer to peeing my panties in front of everyone, it became less likely I could beat the line-up during break time. Trying to remember the history of all the forms of transportation was like trying to remember the alphabet. It took half the remaining class period just to get past the car while my body fought a war. My bladder started to spasm, nearly letting the stream go. Surprisingly, my panties stayed dry during that spastic attack. But that wouldn’t last long. I felt droplets pip into the inner fabric causing moisture. I jammed my hand down and pinched back my fluid with full force. “Hold still, Seven!” Mr. Bentsen called out to me. “There’s no reason for you to act out like that. Self control!” He emphasized. “Okay?” I didn’t respond, except by obeying to the best of my ability, stopping myself from shifting or bouncing multiple times. The shivering didn’t cease despite any conscious efforts she made to control herself. “Self-control!” He said again. “Stop shaking, you’re fine.”
“I’m trying!”
“Just calm down.” All I wanted at that point was for him to shut up and let me work before the bell rang. “I’m calm now.”
“No you’re not. You need to settle down. You’re doing this to yourself.” He tried to stay calm while my face grew hotter and hotter.
“Mr. Bentsen.” Brock came to my rescue yet again. “I have a negative opinion about you. You should lecture me about it.” The class bust up in laughter as he turned the fear of his raging tone into a mockery. I tried to contain my own laughter so I didn’t spurt. It worked, mostly. Before completely suppressing my laughter it snuck a light drizzle past the gate and through my cotton underwear. It sent a cold chill up my spine that almost made me loose my control, like a sharp, painful stab of a balloon ready to pop.
“I am not playing games with you today Brock. Your going to shut up and do your work!” I tried to continue my assignment while Brock worked his magic with the teacher.
“This is you’re last warning Brock! Stay out of my business, keep you’re mouth shut!…” Once again, he had him right where he wanted him. The teacher through out every unjust statement that pissed off a teenager. “I’m the adult, you’re just a punk kid, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” The works. Brock effortlessly dashed the power and influence of each and every one of those phrases, making them a mockery one by one, by simply staring and nodding as if he agreed to it, but kept a smirk hidden on the side of his face only visible from the side. He shushed snickers to make it convincing and leave the teacher hanging, wondering if he was sincere or not, all the while weakening his grip on students. One way or another, he did it again. Teachers and peers slowly lost their position of authority through him and his partner Jane. The faculty recognized this, and so feared them. They new well they would turn the whole school against them if they didn’t appease them. They were the leading example for students in their state of oppression.
To my great surprise, the last three modes of transportation where easy to draw and summaries. 149.2 degrees. I had about .8 degrees to leave and use the restroom, but the teacher went on a tangent that lowered his status by the hundredth degree (Terranovian second). After another point-four degrees a slow leakage picked up between my pounding legs. Again, I pinched it back with all my might, which made almost no difference besides stopping the leakage. Shivering and squirming out of control, banging my legs together, pouncing in my seat, I decided, if he could play the teacher this easily, it probably wouldn’t be a problem to interrupt this once to take advantage of my bathroom privilege before things got messy. “Mr. Bentsen.” I interrupted. “I finished my home work.”
“Go ahead.” He confirmed. I instantly hopped up and hobbled towards the door.
“Can we pick this up after school?” Brock suggested maturely.
“Ya.” He agreed. I felt my rock hard bladder slowly wearing the little grip I had left. It felt like I was hanging on by my two pinkies. I had both hands jammed between my legs. How was this going to work? I asked myself. The instant I let go, urine would dart to the ground. The intense force of my bladder split the fragile lips apart and shot a powerful jet of urine that sprawled throughout my panties in that brief instant, streaming around my hands and shooting out in several directions through my fingers for a two hundredth degree (2 Earth seconds, count them, one-Mississippi two-Mississippi) before it completely dissipated and I regained control of my bladder, but not enough to let go. It made a puddle below me the size of a basket ball and left my underwear drenched. Urine dripped from my soaked butt either directly to the floor or down my legs. Still, it didn’t compare to what remained.
My heart chocked in humiliation, a choking that reached the tip of my throat and the pit of my stomach as I hobbled the rest of the way to the distant bathroom, free of lines. I was almost their when the bell interrupted my excitement. I was so close to reaching the door, literally twenty paces away when all the girls started rushing in, and by the time I reached it, the crowd formed on the outside. I held it in with hopes they’d let me go next, but one after another, any girl but me went next. Who ever was closest to the door had their next turn. The crowd didn’t get smaller, it got larger, and I got filtered to the outside. In a groan, I retreated to the English class room at 250.
The class work today was to read chapters four and five out of a novel. I was about the main genius behind the technological revolutions of the early twenty first century. His name was Jim Fugglus. I did the pee dance on the way to my desk and sat down to continue dancing in my seat. I stomped my feet on the ground and gritted my teeth. I bobbed up and down and rocked back and fourth vigorously with my this pressing so hard they almost bruised. “Seven, honestly!” The teacher scolded. “Why didn‘t you go during break?”
“I tried! The line was too long!”
“Ya ya! The line, the bus, the traffic, the schedule, it’s always something with you kids! Can’t it just wait, just until the end of class!”
“No!” I whimpered, tears streaming down my eyes.
“Well you need to! This pee thing has got to stop. You’re big girls for God’s sake! Just hold it until the end of class. It’s no big deal.” Two degrees into class, when we started reading and the class was dead silent, I noticed a pressure in my bowels forming as I juiced out the last of my endurance to fight off what became an involuntary push outward on my urine. I felt myself involuntarily forcing the urine out myself in a spasm. First for a four hundredth degree (One Mississippi) further drenching the cotton, then for almost a two hundredth degree (Almost two seconds). That formed a small pond in my skirt on the chair warped to fit human butts. After a final spasm, I felt myself uncontrollably forcing out the remainder. It sprayed as powerfully as a shower head coming out, quickly flooding the seat and pooling over the edges onto the floor. The sound of liquid spraying through drenched cotton disrupted the dead silence of the class. “Seven!” The teacher scolded me. “Out! Quickly before you stain the carpet!” She charged at me and yanked me by the arm in the middle of peeing and dragged me out to the tile hall as I left a thick trail behind me. My bladder hadn’t shrunk a bit by the time I got out into the hall way.
“Stand their and finish peeing!” She shouted, her angry voice bleeding through the wall. The students looked at each other in disgust towards the teachers treatment towards me. I sobbed spastically as my lake grew underneath me and she scoffed me more for it by the tenth (Degree). A single, powerful stream shot to the floor and various channels of urine streamed off my legs and into my socks, finally flooding my shoes and drenching my feet. “I can’t believe you!” She scolded me further. “This is disgusting! You’re a freshmen in high school and you’re peeing on the floor! You are peeing your pants!” I started shaking, sinking in shame, swallowing me into a whole of anguish as she rose her voice. I almost puked.
My puddle stretched out about a meter in diameter. I rather not talk about my experience with the principal. I’ll tell you this much though, there was a class room’s worth of girls there being penalized for the same thing I was. Why girls? I wondered, but I recalled seeing the bathroom doors. Boys didn’t line up at the doors for some reason. The principal shouted at the top of his lungs at us. That’s all I’ll say. He didn’t abuse us physically, but it hurt just the same. He gave us a fresh pare of underwear and cloths to change into. My skirt didn’t really absorb moisture so you couldn’t tell if it I peed in it, so I told him it was dry and asked if I could still wear it instead of the jeans he provided. “Ya.” He told me.
I went into the girls locker room with the other girls. Each girl received a different pair. Mine was white and covered in tinny yellow flowers. It had a frilly white band on the top. Nothing special to talk about, but I figured you guys liked details like that so... When we got there, I dropped my Hawaiian skirt and stared down at my underwear. It was originally plane pink with a white, frilly band, but it had two shades of pink now. My cotton panties absorbed the urine like a sponge. The darker shade of pink sprawled half way up the front side, and part way up the back as it continually dripped on the bottom. I couldn’t tell if it was the gravity or me still peeing. Two of the girls already had diapers on. One wore short, purple pajama shorts over it. It was wet around the bottom, bulging massively from underneath. By the way is sagged, there had to be more then just urine in it. The other girl wore hers under a white, frilly skirt that matched the white, frilly diaper underneath. Urine dripped to the floor from under her skirt as she dropped it to the ground to reveal the moist diaper with a pee stained padding. All the other girls wore panties with stripes, panties with dots and panties with flowers and pictures. I won’t explain all the details for you guys. They all dripped. I dropped by drenched panties and put them in a plastic bag the principal gave me. We wiped our selves and pulled our dry panties up. I pulled my skirt back up and headed out. The self diapered girls changed into their dry panties the principal provided with worried looks on their faces.
The principal told us if we peed our pants again, he would smack us. After the third time, he didn’t deal with it any more. That was the third stage of the sink whole students fell into, diapering. He had us sign our name on a sheet, just note-book paper. He checked us off each time we had an accident before being diapered. Not a one who wore diapers, had any trace of confidence or self esteem. They often had much higher grade levels, or lower ones. It effected them one way or the other. Neither way was ideal. The ones who got high grades did it in a sad attempt to redeem themselves. They had high stress levels that could shorten their life span by ten Earth years. Diapered students who had lower grades were the ones that lost their confidence and gave up on pursuing their careers. They couldn’t change themselves, they couldn’t use regular restrooms, (as if they could anyway), they couldn’t wear anything to hide their diapers, and they were only changed during passing periods. Teachers wanted to make sure they didn’t permit “incompetents” to use the restroom if they wore diapers, not that they permitted us anyway. In most cases, if diapered students shared the same eating schedule and had a similar metabolism, they lined up at specific passing periods and couldn’t always be changed in time before getting to their next class. It’s like the old problem we already had. Not enough services to mete the demands. This was a major problem in developing colonies with no government. Instead of using the infinite resources to create public restrooms, they used it to recycle disposable diapers.
Used ones would just get thrown into a digital portal and transferred into the computer, right? Wrong. There molecules where disassembled and turned into hydrogen while the machine recorded what it was destroying, then it turned the hydrogen back into what ever object you put in it. Since the molecular structure of resources was downloaded into the hard drive, all you had to do was copy and past the file and feed the machine plenty of trash and dirt and waist. Whether you retrieved it back or not depended on the programming. For example, trash could be turned into hydrogen, and then it could be turned into a clean diaper instead of the same trash you put in. You could also put in a dirty diaper and pull out a clean one. The molecules of the human waist would add to the machines hydrogen inventory because all you need is the molecules of the diaper, to make the diaper.
Unfortunately, people on Terranova used it more for diapers then toilets because they were too stupid to figure out how to place more toilets, or they were too busy dealing with traffic or pollution or pluming or what ever else went wrong. Again, plumbing was still being established and no one really got any were with it. Sewer lines intersect each other and cause leakages and, what surprises me is that they don’t just channel it to the portals.
As I talked to some of the girls I found that almost half of the ones that wore diapers, wore it underneath clothing at their own will. They decided it would happen anyway, they might as well skip the whole painful process. I considered it, and made up my mind within a two hundredth degree. I missed my English class, going through the principals chamber of emotional turmoil. My next class started at 260. Math. Joy! I thought sarcastically. It was the class I had Riley in. “Hi Seven.” She greeted.
“Hi Riley.” I replied. I put the plastic bag in my back pack before coming to this class. She looked worried when I spoke.
“You okay?” She asked.
“Ya.” I lied.
“Did you… not make it or something?” I nodded slowly. “Oh no!” She whispered. “That was just the first right?”
“Ya.”
“You should totally wear one before they make you.” I new what she meant. Everyone new about the three strikes thing.
“If I can make it till then.” I worried, noticing an urge develop in my bladder again.
“What do you mean? You just went didn’t you?”
“I have to go again.” I whispered.
“Again?” I didn’t respond. “Well good luck. Think you can…”
“Can we not talk about this any more.” I interrupted.
“Oh! Sorry. I have to pee too. I haven’t gone since this morning.”
“At least you got to go this morning.”
“I wake up real early in the morning.”
“I can’t imagine.” We talked about congruent triangles. It was sooo boring! I slept through the whole lesson. I honestly did better off reading out of the book. It just showed you what you needed to know and you could do you’re homework.
My pee desperation grew faster this time. I felt my all ready worn bladder start whining again within a degree. I wondered to myself if I should ask to go now, or later. If I went too soon I might build up again by fourth hour. We didn’t use hours any more, but we still called it our “first hour class” or “third hour class” just out of tradition. I digress. Usually, I slept through her whole lecture. This time was different though because my pee need woke me up not half way through. It was 263 and the urge got irritating. She lectured for another four degrees before giving us our assignments. I grabbed a book and started reading, crossing my legs. It felt like somebody squeezing your head when you had a head-ace. Just like before, I worked on my homework while I shifted my legs in a sorry attempt to get comfortable. Again I rocked back and forth and shifted my legs constantly. I was hopping up and down in my seat by the time I finished the assignment. It didn’t take much to finish. I didn’t feel like asking and getting yelled at again, she never let students go during class our. 267.5 (degrees). I squirmed in my seat to keep my new panties dry. I noticed Riley crossing her legs as well. Two other girls in the class room either pressed their hands in or double crossed their legs. I double crossed mine. 267.7. The clock moved so slow. I wish I had a diaper then, like a red head in my class who’s skirt bulged noticeably. My squirming grew more vigorous as the clock ticked slowly to the bolded mark I worshiped. Riley bounced up and down in her seat with me.
After a painstaking three degrees, the bell released us. Me and Riley dashed for the bathrooms on the other side of the building, but the crowd picked up in the hallway and slowed us down. “Now what?” Riley cried. We went towards the bathrooms anyway. When we got there, the crowd around it grew larger then last time. We moaned and hopped on our feet with our hands in our crotches, crouching. The girls crowded at the door moaned and grudged, hopped and bounced and wriggled. I stood at the perimeter of the crowd and whined. “I won’t make it another ten degrees!” I cried.
“What are we going to do?” I couldn’t wait for this line. I couldn’t be late for another class, and I couldn’t hold it for another ten degrees. I let go right there on the spot. It pored out and ran down my legs. I didn’t care anymore. I wasn’t going to wear their diapers. I simply wouldn’t. The urine drenched my new underwear and spread throughout the floor. As it filled my shoes again, I heard a girl moaning harder at the pattering sound of pee hitting the floor. I saw another girl crouch down and pee gradually through her jeans. Another girl wearing a skirt followed suit and let her fountain spill on the floor, standing strait up with her face blaring red. One girl, who wore short, blue shorts, cried out as her pee rushed through uncontrollably. Riley was just building up the courage to pee through her jeans gradually like that other girl when a teacher caught us. “Hey!” He shouted. I we instantly pinched off the stream as we gasped, except the girl in jeans, who just continued peeing. “Ah ha! So you do have some self control.” I couldn’t speak, but if I could relive that moment today, I’d simply say “Not for long.” But I didn’t. “Off to the principals office girls.” He said plainly as he shooed us off. I left the other two behind to finish their business while I went incomplete. I still had an irritation in my bladder as I went through the court yard. I savored the colorful sky full of moons and mid day stars on my way to the office. It would be that last glimpse I’d get till after school.
Strike two. I had one more chance to make it through the day and wear diapers before the principal made me wear it bare. I left my happy place to enter my prison in the principals office. I didn’t want to mention this earlier, but the procedures was to sit and wait while the principal called some of the girls to follow him into the next room, where I heard vicious spankings taking place, from which I saw girls wearing diapers and girls in tears from the spanking. Second strike, It was my turn for the spanking. He called us into the other room, including me this time. It was a slightly smaller sized class worth of girls, half sized. In the other room I saw a table. Just a table, and two packs of diapers on the floor next to it. We lined up against the wall, wondering which side was the front of the line. It didn’t matter once we found out he picked us at random.
He picked the first one, wearing jean shorts with a wet crotch. I looked away in horror as I saw him drop her shorts and panties. He slapped his hand hard against her bottom. I saw her whimpering and trying to hold in her tears as her face flushed red, her butt redder. Her eyes watered. It went on for a fiftieth of a degree before he picked out the next girl. “Leave that off!” he scolded before she could put her wet cloths back on. She went back in line with her wet cloths in her hand and her waist bare. “You.” He beckoned, looking at a brown haired girl with glistening legs, wet socks and a blue frilly skirt. He pulled it down to reveal a water mark on her light, blue underwear, then pulled down her underwear to smack her. She yelped in pain and humiliation. “Owww!” She whimpered as the spanking dragged on at a mercilessly even tempo. She went back in line when he finished. “Your next.” He looked at the girl in jeans who tried to release gradually in the hallway. When her pants and pink underwear with a big yellow flower came down and, instead of smacking her, her laid her flat on the table belly down, ass up, as the boys joked. Now I new what they meant. “Belly down, ass up, that’s the way he likes to fuck!” The boys would chant and laughed together, teasing the principal. They weren’t kidding. He laid a Velcro diaper down on the table and rolled her over. He then whipped her down, sprinkled baby powder on, which turned out to be behind the packs of diapers, and wrapped her diaper over her waist. He patched it closed and sent her back in line. One by one he either spanked, or diapered girls. They were almost all freshmen, excepting a senior, two juniors and five sophomores. Some of them cried out loud, some endured the whole thing, and one leaked upon being spanked. He spanked her harder and longer before wiping his hand off and sending her back in line. “You!” His stare pierced my narrowing pupils like needles. I went up as hesitantly as everyone else. He dropped my favorite, neon yellow Hawaiian skirt with neon red flowers surrounded by neon orange tie-die. It revealed the drenched, yellow stained bottom of my once fresh, white panties with tiny flowers. He recalled me from earlier. “Twice in the same day.” He scoffed, singling me out. The other girls watched as my white underwear dropped to the ground. SLAP! I yelped as it began. His hand against my bare bottom mortified me as it stung unbearably. I felt myself involuntarily twitching my hands to cover myself, but I restrained my self in fear of getting in bigger trouble. I choked my tears back for only a short moment before the pain burst out of my lungs in a high pitched cry. His slapping didn’t cease. I almost went insane when he finally stopped. I went back in line with a flaring pink bottom. The girls looked at me with pity. They told me later he spanked me harder then anyone else. He sent me back in line.
After he tapped the last diaper in place, he handed the girls clean clothes and a plastic bag. “Get changed and go to class.” He ordered. The panties and jeans and skirts flew up their waist, mine as well. My new pare of panties were blue and green stripes and a white band. Once again, a dry pare of underwear, but I still had to pee. On top of that, I had to poop. |
Sorry bout the major mistakes I made last time. Math is at 160. we never got two hundred degrees into the day yet. for those of you who Stayed to hear the rest of my story, hurray! Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Seven.
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I sat there trying to think of what I drank this morning. All I could remember drinking was the milk from my bowel. I wouldn’t count last nights liter of water because I went to the bathroom before I went to sleep, unless that liter carried over to today. Come to think of it, I also had some orange juice with my toast. Then I had hot chocolate after sipping my moms coffee and deciding I needed something hot to drink. I got thirsty from the chocolate and drank a cup of water to go with it, then another cup of water to swallow my pills with this morning. And didn’t I drink from that hose outside Mrs. Fenches house? I remember my little brother giving me his orange juice too because he didn’t want any. Uh oh! I was in trouble. Not to mention the intense gravity, it probably sped up the process like crazy. I couldn’t stand the though of all that fluid collecting into my lower abdomen. It made the strain worse. I crossed my legs tighter and pressed my left hand into it in hopes of actually getting anywhere with my homework using the pencil in my right. I actually felt the gradual process of water inflating my bladder over the course of two degrees. It was a ten degree class. Then I had three more ten degree classes that I wouldn’t make it to if I tried to use the bathroom between periods. What was I going to do? My tension increased by the hundredth degrees and I had four classes to get through!
The homework was to list the forms of transportation in order and write a summery under each of them. He also wanted us to sketch the forms of transportation. I wonder what he’ll think of my squiggly line art I joked to myself, seeing how clumsy I became with the pencil. “Mr. Bentsen?” I asked with my hand up while bouncing up and down in my seat and clenching my crotch area. He looked at me for a moment.
“If it’s about a potty break the answer’s no.” Of coarse he wouldn’t, that would make perfect sense otherwise. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for earlier.” I lied.
“Uh huh!” He replied sarcastically. At least he had a sense of humor. “Tell ya what. If you can finish that assignment in class I’ll let you leave early to use the restroom okay?”
“Okay!” I got started strait away. First I drew the carriage with simple shapes like squares and rectangles. Circles for the wheels obviously. I wrote the approximate time period in which they were used and what their benefits were, as well as it’s weaknesses and what replaced it first. That’s what I would draw next. The urine pressed down agonized my inner muscles draining over half my concentration. Keeping my self control was like trying to stay balanced on top of a ball and juggle at the same time while the ground underneath shook harder and harder to through you off. My breath started quivering and my legs shivered. I felt cold. There was no comfortable position. It didn’t matter how I sat or shifted, nothing worked to relieve the pressure. My gate was a fine and fragile tissue taking on the persisting antagonism from my bladder. It urged and moaned and begged nonstop. I had only half finished my assignment and I was only four degrees into class. Six degrees to go before my next class started at 150 (degrees). I flew through my homework until I got stuck. What came after the train, the plane, or the car? What exactly happened during those times? I asked a neighbor for help, unable to hold still. He had to snap his fingers several times to keep my attention while the time flew by. The longer I waited to leave early, aside from getting closer to peeing my panties in front of everyone, it became less likely I could beat the line-up during break time. Trying to remember the history of all the forms of transportation was like trying to remember the alphabet. It took half the remaining class period just to get past the car while my body fought a war. My bladder started to spasm, nearly letting the stream go. Surprisingly, my panties stayed dry during that spastic attack. But that wouldn’t last long. I felt droplets pip into the inner fabric causing moisture. I jammed my hand down and pinched back my fluid with full force. “Hold still, Seven!” Mr. Bentsen called out to me. “There’s no reason for you to act out like that. Self control!” He emphasized. “Okay?” I didn’t respond, except by obeying to the best of my ability, stopping myself from shifting or bouncing multiple times. The shivering didn’t cease despite any conscious efforts she made to control herself. “Self-control!” He said again. “Stop shaking, you’re fine.”
“I’m trying!”
“Just calm down.” All I wanted at that point was for him to shut up and let me work before the bell rang. “I’m calm now.”
“No you’re not. You need to settle down. You’re doing this to yourself.” He tried to stay calm while my face grew hotter and hotter.
“Mr. Bentsen.” Brock came to my rescue yet again. “I have a negative opinion about you. You should lecture me about it.” The class bust up in laughter as he turned the fear of his raging tone into a mockery. I tried to contain my own laughter so I didn’t spurt. It worked, mostly. Before completely suppressing my laughter it snuck a light drizzle past the gate and through my cotton underwear. It sent a cold chill up my spine that almost made me loose my control, like a sharp, painful stab of a balloon ready to pop.
“I am not playing games with you today Brock. Your going to shut up and do your work!” I tried to continue my assignment while Brock worked his magic with the teacher.
“This is you’re last warning Brock! Stay out of my business, keep you’re mouth shut!…” Once again, he had him right where he wanted him. The teacher through out every unjust statement that pissed off a teenager. “I’m the adult, you’re just a punk kid, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” The works. Brock effortlessly dashed the power and influence of each and every one of those phrases, making them a mockery one by one, by simply staring and nodding as if he agreed to it, but kept a smirk hidden on the side of his face only visible from the side. He shushed snickers to make it convincing and leave the teacher hanging, wondering if he was sincere or not, all the while weakening his grip on students. One way or another, he did it again. Teachers and peers slowly lost their position of authority through him and his partner Jane. The faculty recognized this, and so feared them. They new well they would turn the whole school against them if they didn’t appease them. They were the leading example for students in their state of oppression.
To my great surprise, the last three modes of transportation where easy to draw and summaries. 149.2 degrees. I had about .8 degrees to leave and use the restroom, but the teacher went on a tangent that lowered his status by the hundredth degree (Terranovian second). After another point-four degrees a slow leakage picked up between my pounding legs. Again, I pinched it back with all my might, which made almost no difference besides stopping the leakage. Shivering and squirming out of control, banging my legs together, pouncing in my seat, I decided, if he could play the teacher this easily, it probably wouldn’t be a problem to interrupt this once to take advantage of my bathroom privilege before things got messy. “Mr. Bentsen.” I interrupted. “I finished my home work.”
“Go ahead.” He confirmed. I instantly hopped up and hobbled towards the door.
“Can we pick this up after school?” Brock suggested maturely.
“Ya.” He agreed. I felt my rock hard bladder slowly wearing the little grip I had left. It felt like I was hanging on by my two pinkies. I had both hands jammed between my legs. How was this going to work? I asked myself. The instant I let go, urine would dart to the ground. The intense force of my bladder split the fragile lips apart and shot a powerful jet of urine that sprawled throughout my panties in that brief instant, streaming around my hands and shooting out in several directions through my fingers for a two hundredth degree (2 Earth seconds, count them, one-Mississippi two-Mississippi) before it completely dissipated and I regained control of my bladder, but not enough to let go. It made a puddle below me the size of a basket ball and left my underwear drenched. Urine dripped from my soaked butt either directly to the floor or down my legs. Still, it didn’t compare to what remained.
My heart chocked in humiliation, a choking that reached the tip of my throat and the pit of my stomach as I hobbled the rest of the way to the distant bathroom, free of lines. I was almost their when the bell interrupted my excitement. I was so close to reaching the door, literally twenty paces away when all the girls started rushing in, and by the time I reached it, the crowd formed on the outside. I held it in with hopes they’d let me go next, but one after another, any girl but me went next. Who ever was closest to the door had their next turn. The crowd didn’t get smaller, it got larger, and I got filtered to the outside. In a groan, I retreated to the English class room at 150.
The class work today was to read chapters four and five out of a novel. I was about the main genius behind the technological revolutions of the early twenty first century. His name was Jim Fugglus. I did the pee dance on the way to my desk and sat down to continue dancing in my seat. I stomped my feet on the ground and gritted my teeth. I bobbed up and down and rocked back and fourth vigorously with my this pressing so hard they almost bruised. “Seven, honestly!” The teacher scolded. “Why didn‘t you go during break?”
“I tried! The line was too long!”
“Ya ya! The line, the bus, the traffic, the schedule, it’s always something with you kids! Can’t it just wait, just until the end of class!”
“No!” I whimpered, tears streaming down my eyes.
“Well you need to! This pee thing has got to stop. You’re big girls for God’s sake! Just hold it until the end of class. It’s no big deal.” Two degrees into class, when we started reading and the class was dead silent, I noticed a pressure in my bowels forming as I juiced out the last of my endurance to fight off what became an involuntary push outward on my urine. I felt myself involuntarily forcing the urine out myself in a spasm. First for a four hundredth degree (One Mississippi) further drenching the cotton, then for almost a two hundredth degree (Almost two seconds). That formed a small pond in my skirt on the chair warped to fit human butts. After a final spasm, I felt myself uncontrollably forcing out the remainder. It sprayed as powerfully as a shower head coming out, quickly flooding the seat and pooling over the edges onto the floor. The sound of liquid spraying through drenched cotton disrupted the dead silence of the class. “Seven!” The teacher scolded me. “Out! Quickly before you stain the carpet!” She charged at me and yanked me by the arm in the middle of peeing and dragged me out to the tile hall as I left a thick trail behind me. My bladder hadn’t shrunk a bit by the time I got out into the hall way.
“Stand their and finish peeing!” She shouted, her angry voice bleeding through the wall. The students looked at each other in disgust towards the teachers treatment towards me. I sobbed spastically as my lake grew underneath me and she scoffed me more for it by the tenth (Degree). A single, powerful stream shot to the floor and various channels of urine streamed off my legs and into my socks, finally flooding my shoes and drenching my feet. “I can’t believe you!” She scolded me further. “This is disgusting! You’re a freshmen in high school and you’re peeing on the floor! You are peeing your pants!” I started shaking, sinking in shame, swallowing me into a whole of anguish as she rose her voice. I almost puked.
My puddle stretched out about a meter in diameter. I rather not talk about my experience with the principal. I’ll tell you this much though, there was a class room’s worth of girls there being penalized for the same thing I was. Why girls? I wondered, but I recalled seeing the bathroom doors. Boys didn’t line up at the doors for some reason. The principal shouted at the top of his lungs at us. That’s all I’ll say. He didn’t abuse us physically, but it hurt just the same. He gave us a fresh pare of underwear and cloths to change into. My skirt didn’t really absorb moisture so you couldn’t tell if it I peed in it, so I told him it was dry and asked if I could still wear it instead of the jeans he provided. “Ya.” He told me.
I went into the girls locker room with the other girls. Each girl received a different pair. Mine was white and covered in tinny yellow flowers. It had a frilly white band on the top. Nothing special to talk about, but I figured you guys liked details like that so... When we got there, I dropped my Hawaiian skirt and stared down at my underwear. It was originally plane pink with a white, frilly band, but it had two shades of pink now. My cotton panties absorbed the urine like a sponge. The darker shade of pink sprawled half way up the front side, and part way up the back as it continually dripped on the bottom. I couldn’t tell if it was the gravity or me still peeing. Two of the girls already had diapers on. One wore short, purple pajama shorts over it. It was wet around the bottom, bulging massively from underneath. By the way is sagged, there had to be more then just urine in it. The other girl wore hers under a white, frilly skirt that matched the white, frilly diaper underneath. Urine dripped to the floor from under her skirt as she dropped it to the ground to reveal the moist diaper with a pee stained padding. All the other girls wore panties with stripes, panties with dots and panties with flowers and pictures. I won’t explain all the details for you guys. They all dripped. I dropped by drenched panties and put them in a plastic bag the principal gave me. We wiped our selves and pulled our dry panties up. I pulled my skirt back up and headed out. The self diapered girls changed into their dry panties the principal provided with worried looks on their faces.
The principal told us if we peed our pants again, he would smack us. After the third time, he didn’t deal with it any more. That was the third stage of the sink whole students fell into, diapering. He had us sign our name on a sheet, just note-book paper. He checked us off each time we had an accident before being diapered. Not a one who wore diapers, had any trace of confidence or self esteem. They often had much higher grade levels, or lower ones. It effected them one way or the other. Neither way was ideal. The ones who got high grades did it in a sad attempt to redeem themselves. They had high stress levels that could shorten their life span by ten Earth years. Diapered students who had lower grades were the ones that lost their confidence and gave up on pursuing their careers. They couldn’t change themselves, they couldn’t use regular restrooms, (as if they could anyway), they couldn’t wear anything to hide their diapers, and they were only changed during passing periods. Teachers wanted to make sure they didn’t permit “incompetents” to use the restroom if they wore diapers, not that they permitted us anyway. In most cases, if diapered students shared the same eating schedule and had a similar metabolism, they lined up at specific passing periods and couldn’t always be changed in time before getting to their next class. It’s like the old problem we already had. Not enough services to mete the demands. This was a major problem in developing colonies with no government. Instead of using the infinite resources to create public restrooms, they used it to recycle disposable diapers.
Used ones would just get thrown into a digital portal and transferred into the computer, right? Wrong. There molecules where disassembled and turned into hydrogen while the machine recorded what it was destroying, then it turned the hydrogen back into what ever object you put in it. Since the molecular structure of resources was downloaded into the hard drive, all you had to do was copy and past the file and feed the machine plenty of trash and dirt and waist. Whether you retrieved it back or not depended on the programming. For example, trash could be turned into hydrogen, and then it could be turned into a clean diaper instead of the same trash you put in. You could also put in a dirty diaper and pull out a clean one. The molecules of the human waist would add to the machines hydrogen inventory because all you need is the molecules of the diaper, to make the diaper.
Unfortunately, people on Terranova used it more for diapers then toilets because they were too stupid to figure out how to place more toilets, or they were too busy dealing with traffic or pollution or pluming or what ever else went wrong. Again, plumbing was still being established and no one really got any were with it. Sewer lines intersect each other and cause leakages and, what surprises me is that they don’t just channel it to the portals.
As I talked to some of the girls I found that almost half of the ones that wore diapers, wore it underneath clothing at their own will. They decided it would happen anyway, they might as well skip the whole painful process. I considered it, and made up my mind within a two hundredth degree. I missed my English class, going through the principals chamber of emotional turmoil. My next class started at 160. Math. Joy! I thought sarcastically. It was the class I had Riley in. “Hi Seven.” She greeted.
“Hi Riley.” I replied. I put the plastic bag in my back pack before coming to this class. She looked worried when I spoke.
“You okay?” She asked.
“Ya.” I lied.
“Did you… not make it or something?” I nodded slowly. “Oh no!” She whispered. “That was just the first right?”
“Ya.”
“You should totally wear one before they make you.” I new what she meant. Everyone new about the three strikes thing.
“If I can make it till then.” I worried, noticing an urge develop in my bladder again.
“What do you mean? You just went didn’t you?”
“I have to go again.” I whispered.
“Again?” I didn’t respond. “Well good luck. Think you can…”
“Can we not talk about this any more.” I interrupted.
“Oh! Sorry. I have to pee too. I haven’t gone since this morning.”
“At least you got to go this morning.”
“I wake up real early in the morning.”
“I can’t imagine.” We talked about congruent triangles. It was sooo boring! I slept through the whole lesson. I honestly did better off reading out of the book. It just showed you what you needed to know and you could do you’re homework.
My pee desperation grew faster this time. I felt my all ready worn bladder start whining again within a degree. I wondered to myself if I should ask to go now, or later. If I went too soon I might build up again by fourth hour. We didn’t use hours any more, but we still called it our “first hour class” or “third hour class” just out of tradition. I digress. Usually, I slept through her whole lecture. This time was different though because my pee need woke me up not half way through. It was 163 and the urge got irritating. She lectured for another four degrees before giving us our assignments. I grabbed a book and started reading, crossing my legs. It felt like somebody squeezing your head when you had a head-ace. Just like before, I worked on my homework while I shifted my legs in a sorry attempt to get comfortable. Again I rocked back and forth and shifted my legs constantly. I was hopping up and down in my seat by the time I finished the assignment. It didn’t take much to finish. I didn’t feel like asking and getting yelled at again, she never let students go during class our. 167.5 (degrees). I squirmed in my seat to keep my new panties dry. I noticed Riley crossing her legs as well. Two other girls in the class room either pressed their hands in or double crossed their legs. I double crossed mine. 167.7. The clock moved so slow. I wish I had a diaper then, like a red head in my class who’s skirt bulged noticeably. My squirming grew more vigorous as the clock ticked slowly to the bolded mark I worshiped. Riley bounced up and down in her seat with me.
After a painstaking three degrees, the bell released us. Me and Riley dashed for the bathrooms on the other side of the building, but the crowd picked up in the hallway and slowed us down. “Now what?” Riley cried. We went towards the bathrooms anyway. When we got there, the crowd around it grew larger then last time. We moaned and hopped on our feet with our hands in our crotches, crouching. The girls crowded at the door moaned and grudged, hopped and bounced and wriggled. I stood at the perimeter of the crowd and whined. “I won’t make it another ten degrees!” I cried.
“What are we going to do?” I couldn’t wait for this line. I couldn’t be late for another class, and I couldn’t hold it for another ten degrees. I let go right there on the spot. It pored out and ran down my legs. I didn’t care anymore. I wasn’t going to wear their diapers. I simply wouldn’t. The urine drenched my new underwear and spread throughout the floor. As it filled my shoes again, I heard a girl moaning harder at the pattering sound of pee hitting the floor. I saw another girl crouch down and pee gradually through her jeans. Another girl wearing a skirt followed suit and let her fountain spill on the floor, standing strait up with her face blaring red. One girl, who wore short, blue shorts, cried out as her pee rushed through uncontrollably. Riley was just building up the courage to pee through her jeans gradually like that other girl when a teacher caught us. “Hey!” He shouted. I we instantly pinched off the stream as we gasped, except the girl in jeans, who just continued peeing. “Ah ha! So you do have some self control.” I couldn’t speak, but if I could relive that moment today, I’d simply say “Not for long.” But I didn’t. “Off to the principals office girls.” He said plainly as he shooed us off. I left the other two behind to finish their business while I went incomplete. I still had an irritation in my bladder as I went through the court yard. I savored the colorful sky full of moons and mid day stars on my way to the office. It would be that last glimpse I’d get till after school.
Strike two. I had one more chance to make it through the day and wear diapers before the principal made me wear it bare. I left my happy place to enter my prison in the principals office. I didn’t want to mention this earlier, but the procedures was to sit and wait while the principal called some of the girls to follow him into the next room, where I heard vicious spankings taking place, from which I saw girls wearing diapers and girls in tears from the spanking. Second strike, It was my turn for the spanking. He called us into the other room, including me this time. It was a slightly smaller sized class worth of girls, half sized. In the other room I saw a table. Just a table, and two packs of diapers on the floor next to it. We lined up against the wall, wondering which side was the front of the line. It didn’t matter once we found out he picked us at random.
He picked the first one, wearing jean shorts with a wet crotch. I looked away in horror as I saw him drop her shorts and panties. He slapped his hand hard against her bottom. I saw her whimpering and trying to hold in her tears as her face flushed red, her butt redder. Her eyes watered. It went on for a fiftieth of a degree before he picked out the next girl. “Leave that off!” he scolded before she could put her wet cloths back on. She went back in line with her wet cloths in her hand and her waist bare. “You.” He beckoned, looking at a brown haired girl with glistening legs, wet socks and a blue frilly skirt. He pulled it down to reveal a water mark on her light, blue underwear, then pulled down her underwear to smack her. She yelped in pain and humiliation. “Owww!” She whimpered as the spanking dragged on at a mercilessly even tempo. She went back in line when he finished. “Your next.” He looked at the girl in jeans who tried to release gradually in the hallway. When her pants and pink underwear with a big yellow flower came down and, instead of smacking her, her laid her flat on the table belly down, ass up, as the boys joked. Now I new what they meant. “Belly down, ass up, that’s the way he likes to fuck!” The boys would chant and laughed together, teasing the principal. They weren’t kidding. He laid a Velcro diaper down on the table and rolled her over. He then whipped her down, sprinkled baby powder on, which turned out to be behind the packs of diapers, and wrapped her diaper over her waist. He patched it closed and sent her back in line. One by one he either spanked, or diapered girls. They were almost all freshmen, excepting a senior, two juniors and five sophomores. Some of them cried out loud, some endured the whole thing, and one leaked upon being spanked. He spanked her harder and longer before wiping his hand off and sending her back in line. “You!” His stare pierced my narrowing pupils like needles. I went up as hesitantly as everyone else. He dropped my favorite, neon yellow Hawaiian skirt with neon red flowers surrounded by neon orange tie-die. It revealed the drenched, yellow stained bottom of my once fresh, white panties with tiny flowers. He recalled me from earlier. “Twice in the same day.” He scoffed, singling me out. The other girls watched as my white underwear dropped to the ground. SLAP! I yelped as it began. His hand against my bare bottom mortified me as it stung unbearably. I felt myself involuntarily twitching my hands to cover myself, but I restrained my self in fear of getting in bigger trouble. I choked my tears back for only a short moment before the pain burst out of my lungs in a high pitched cry. His slapping didn’t cease. I almost went insane when he finally stopped. I went back in line with a flaring pink bottom. The girls looked at me with pity. They told me later he spanked me harder then anyone else. He sent me back in line.
After he tapped the last diaper in place, he handed the girls clean clothes and a plastic bag. “Get changed and go to class.” He ordered. The panties and jeans and skirts flew up their waist, mine as well. My new pare of panties were blue and green stripes and a white band. Once again, a dry pare of underwear, but I still had to pee. On top of that, I had to poop.
Thanks again for listening to my story. Pleas comment and let me know if I'm rambling or anything, and stick around for the starlight rebellion. |
Hi,
This is an updated version of a story I wrote a while ago and posted on a different forum. They didn't allow edits, so a few irritating mistakes were present that I have hopefully fixed here.
It's a pee-themed retelling of the Season 5 episode "Bride of Chaotica", which takes place over several days and featured one of Star Trek's rare bathroom references. I took this a little further.
Distortions
11:20 HOURS
The spacious room was warm, kept so by the finest climate control of the 24th century. The Captain gazed around her office and smiled gently to herself at the glimmering starfield outside the window. Kathryn Janeway and her crew had suffered through more than their fair share of disasters, and it was rare that she had the opportunity to simply enjoy the peace and quiet of her luxurious ready room. She glanced at the computer on her desk - Lt. Paris and Ensign Kim were off enjoying some well-earned holodeck time, but the rest of her bridge crew were present and correct, ready to meet whatever demands the day presented. Satisfied, she uncrossed her legs and stood up, making her way to the replicator. One energy-matter conversion later, and a pot of coffee was in her slender hands as she made her way back to the chair. As she sat, Janeway became aware of her bladder starting to feel a little tight. She frowned slightly to herself. It had only been three hours since she had reported for duty this morning, and she was only on her fourth coffee. The Captain knew that she was still in good shape for a woman of her age, but this was of little comfort. In her academy days, young Kathryn had taken her physical training very seriously despite her scientific focus. You couldn't expect to win academy marathons if you were crossing your legs every ten minutes, nor could you command a survey mission that may require environmental suits to be worn for extended periods of time. Starfleet officers were held to high standards, and starship captains even more so.
This particular captain's frown faded as she remembered some of her more unconventional training exercises - how she would deliberately drink as much as possible in the afternoons, then see how long she could hold on throughout the evening and into the night. Not only did it do wonders for her self-control, but she found it could sometimes relieve certain other stresses that plagued the career-minded young woman. As she climbed the ranks, Janeway had less and less time for her little hobby and she had all but given it up when she became Captain. At first she had been too busy, and frankly it had become impossible considering how much coffee she was drinking now. She had even started to suffer during long negotiations - an alien race would have supplies that Voyager needed, but some obscure customs or delicate protocol demanded a seven-hour greeting ceremony or something, and Janeway would have her legs pressed hard together under the desk, sweat starting to form at her perfect hairline as she squirmed, wanting to fabricate an emergency simply so that she could get relief. She never had to do such a thing, but there had been more than one close call. As she sipped from her heated cup, Kathryn thought to herself.
"Why not?" she thought. The hot liquid settled into her stomach, and she had made up her mind. Today was quiet, and that was rare. What better time to get back into practice? She was a Captain now, true, but this meant that she had more freedom if it got to be too much. She remembered an incident from when she was a Cadet, twisting her jumpsuit-clad legs together as she tried to explain her situation to the impassive lieutenant. How she had missed curfew, and how she was very sorry, and please could she be allowed into the shared quarters before she flooded the spotless barrack floors? That wouldn't happen now, and her vague smile twisted into a sardonic smirk.
She strode onto the bridge, eyes passing over the consoles that controlled the ship and the officers that oversaw those consoles. They were trained professionals, and they rarely missed anything. Her face now a mask of responsibility, Kathryn Janeway took her central chair and crossed her legs once more, the momentary shock of need now sparking excitement rather than shame. She would fool them all yet.
13:04 HOURS
Captain Janeway stood up from her mess-hall chair slightly more carefully than she usually would, though she didn't think anyone would notice. Neelix was off in his Kitchen prodding some strange-smelling concoction, and none of the junior crewmembers felt comfortable around their captain in a social setting. Kathryn often regretted the distance that must come with the responsibility of command, but it was unavoidable - especially in a situation such as theirs. A starship captain has to be a figure of absolute authority, with iron mind and body. Right now, her body was not feeling anywhere near so solid, and she could certainly empathize with any discomfort they felt. She was beginning to regret drinking the two coffees, but she still had hours of duty ahead of her. As the mugs cooled slowly on the smooth tabletop. Janeway discreetly adjusted her uniform and headed for the turbolift, just as an alert sounded throughout the deck.
"Report!" commanded Voyager's captain, as she reached the bridge. The first officer briefed her on the situation, how the ship had dropped out of warp and was now at a dead stop. Tuvok added that engines were still operational. Before long, it was apparent that the vessel was being slowly crippled by gravimetric forces, apparently without source. This was really not what she needed right now, as her own bladder was itself beginning to feel distorted. As the crew started to follow the various procedures that may extricate them from this anomaly, Janeway wondered if it was time to go and relieve her own burden. She strengthened her resolve and uncrossed her legs, standing up to assert herself. She ordered power diverted to structural integrity. If only her systems were so easily controlled...
A few minutes later, Janeway was standing in Astrometrics watching Seven of Nine manipulate a representation of the space around them. The adrenaline of the situation had pushed her own need back slightly, but she found her mind wandering to the subject of the statuesque ex-drone that stood beside her. She knew that Borg drones had their digestive systems replaced during assimilation, and that their needs were taken care of through energy regeneration. It was true that Seven still needed to regenerate, but not as much as other drones. How much of her human biology had been restored? Until today, Janeway had respected Seven's decision to keep her medical status private as far as possible. It was an important part of becoming an individual after all. Janeway couldn't help but wonder, however. Seven had become an extremely professional member of the crew, exceeding most Maquis and even some Starfleet officers when it came to deportment – but had she ever ducked into unused crew quarters during a shift for a much needed voiding? Had one of those remarkably tight catsuits been moistened by a barely-held tide of part-Borg water? Janeway mentally shook her head. She was this woman's superior officer, and there was no time for such speculation anyway.
Janeway spoke to Seven and Torres about the situation, then glared irritably at Paris as the Lieutenant made a useless remark. He had joined her on the way to meet Torres, mentioning distortions in the holodeck. Although Seven believed these were harmless symptoms of their current problem, Janeway felt differently. Holodecks were essential for maintaining morale and running engineering and tactical simulations, but they also tended to attract the most bizarre problems.
Bringing her mind back to the current situation, Captain Janeway related a similar case from her days as a science officer. As she and Seven agreed on a plan, Janeway felt a twinge from between her legs and quickly moved her hands downward, pushing them into her pelvis in what she hoped looked like a casual gesture. As the urge mercifully started to fade, she smiled at her crew members and walked out of the room.
21:07 HOURS
Finally, her shifts were finished. The crew had performed as well as could be hoped for, but they were no closer to finding a solution. Janeway had spent most of the day sitting on the bridge suppressing her need, or retiring to her ready room when it became too much. At one point she even locked both sets of doors and blanked the exterior windows before grasping her crotch and kneading it into submission. She spent ten minutes kneeling on the floor, The heel of her Starfleet-issue boot grinding against her urethra as she fought against her own biology. She carefully straightened up, and walked back onto the bridge in full command. Hours later, she went down to Engineering to oversee the work. She could pace up and down in there, and it would be seen as an aid to thought processes rather than the last-ditch efforts of a woman bursting for relief.
This trial was almost over now. Kathryn nodded curtly to a number of crewmembers as she marched toward her quarters, sweat forming across her face and body. Once inside, she sealed the doors and leaned hard against her desk, forcing her muscles to obey. Part of her wanted to just let go then and there on the carpet, while a rather more sensible portion of her mind was shouting at her to abandon all decorum and run to the bathroom, tearing off the lower part of her uniform as she went. Kathryn did neither of these things. She wanted to savour this.
Placing her commbadge and rank pins on the desk, Janeway sat down on her bed. Wincing at the pressure, she bent over and pulled off her boots. Her uniform jacket and shirt were next to go, placed neatly onto a pile as she started to hop around the room with one leg folded up to her rear. Groaning slightly, she unfastened her uniform pants which were by now cutting tightly into her stretched abdomen. As they pooled around her bare feet, she looked appraisingly at herself in the large mirror. Despite the sheen of moisture coating her exposed flesh, or perhaps because of it, she was looking fine. Her bare legs were bobbing slightly as she walked on the spot, and she caught a glimpse of the decidedly non-standard panties beneath her long vest. What was once a romantic extravagance had become dull and ordinary, as mounting energy costs had required the crew to start wearing civilian clothing beneath their uniforms. These delicate white briefs had been a gift, but Kathryn was too preoccupied to remember who they were from.
As she twisted around and lowered her hands to her crotch once more, she noticed the outline of her nipples showing prominently though her vest, despite the sports-bra like construction. There was definitely more than one need to be taken care of now. Shuffling across the floor inches at a time in an un-choreographed dance, she finally reached her private bathroom. The urgency intensified as her eyes fell on the toilet, and she scuttled across while turning to sit down. In what was now almost a reflex, she intertwined her legs tightly as she felt her bladder respond to the new seated position. The absurdity of sitting on the toilet, desperate to go but with panties on and legs crossed almost made her laugh, but that would certainly push her over the edge. Slowly, carefully, she moved her right hand down across her hips to her groin and started circling as her left hand moved up inside her thin vest to stroke her excited nipples. Her legs opened and closed rapidly, crushing her hand against the cloth of her panties. Kathryn whimpered and sped up her ministrations, and her left hand started grasping at the smooth flesh of her breasts. Her hard, overfull bladder was pressing deliciously against her sweet spot from the inside as she slid her hand inside the panties and resumed her patterns, one way and then the other, one finger then a whole hand, teasing around her engorged lips before attacking upwards. This carried on for what felt like an age as her muscles tensed to an incredible degree. She was getting closer, she was so close, she was almost there...
Almost too late, Captain Kathryn Janeway frantically pushed her panties down over her warm thighs. She pulled her right hand up, hard, as the damp briefs fell to her feet, and her head fell backward as everything happened at once. Her repeated gasps slid into a high wail as she screamed louder than she had in years. Her labia was quivering furiously, internal muscles gave one last push before giving up completely, and she came so hard that she almost passed out as a high-pressure torrent jetted from her body to the metallic bowl below. The whistling hiss of the stream combined with the tinkle of the hot liquid on cold steel in a way that was almost musical, thought Janeway fuzzily as her head hung down. Although she began to regain awareness of her surroundings, she was still captivated by the golden river that poured between her thighs. It showed no sign of stopping for over a minute, but then gradually reduced in speed and then size. Janeway rubbed her sore abdomen as it trickled to a halt, and sighed in contentment when the warm air dryer soothed her nether regions.
Recalling an old software module she had covertly installed, Janeway called out “Computer: Measure”. The goods were already gone, taken away to be processed for energy conversion, but this code queried the waste processing system directly.
“One thousand, two hundred and fifty three millilitres” came the neutral reply, but by then Kathryn had thrown her vest at the pile as she slipped naked into her bed, fingers already probing for another session.
ONE DAY AFTER SUBSPACE EVENT
B'Elanna Torres cursed as her hand smacked into the wall of a Jefferies tube. She had been crawling around for over three hours, and still had not found the loose coupling that was holding up their impulse recalibration. Janeway had personally directed the engineering team in their efforts, with an enthusiasm that was rare to see in their matronly captain - and though B'Elanna sometimes resented Janeway taking command of Torres' own department, the results spoke for themselves. The team was driven and they had made several interesting discoveries about the subspace "sandbar" that trapped them - but it would all be for nothing while this connection was broken. Despite their best efforts the Voyager engineering staff were constantly having to replace damaged components with substandard parts, usually bartered from friendly alien races. The tube that B'Elanna carried in her small briefcase had been traded for last week, and Torres felt herself get annoyed again as she remembered the exchange.
She had been cornered by a medical officer from the trade delegation, who had wanted to discuss Klingon biology and how it may influence development of a cure for the Vidiian phage. B'Elanna didn't like talking about her Klingon side at the best of times, but protocol demanded that she treat this diplomat with respect and so she hastily explained about the Klingon tenancy toward duplicate internal organs. As a half-human, only her digestive system was affected – a fact that she did not need reminding of while four hours into a ceremonial seated dinner. The alien had tried questioning her further, but Janeway had signalled for B'Elanna to come across the room and inspect the engine part.
As she made her down another Jefferies tube, she thought about how most people saw serving in Starfleet - a noble and glamorous calling. Would they be shocked at the discussion of internal organs during a diplomatic function, or would they be more bothered by her current appearance? Sweat plastered her bobbed hair down across her face and held her uniform tight against her sinewy curves. Her rear was stuck in the air as she inspected the floor plating. She smirked to herself as she imagined what Tom's reaction would be - he would probably stare for a few seconds before throwing out some remark that straddled the line between endearing and inappropriate. As she lowered herself to the deck and started moving again, B'Elanna felt liquid slosh around inside her and cursed herself again for thinking of her plumbing.
Torres had been running diagnostics all morning before taking a quick replicated lunch, after which she had dived straight into the Jefferies tube. As she had been telling the irritating ambassador, she did indeed have redundant organs - specifically she had two bladders. This was apparently quite common amongst half-Klingon females, and it sounded useful. Waste liquid would pass from each kidney to a different bladder - B'Elanna felt like yelling at her traitorous knees that wavered every time she thought the word 'bladder' - and would then be released in the normal way. The main problem was that the individual bladders were smaller, and would often fill at different rates - requiring more breaks. Rarely, they would fill together and then the unfortunate part-Klingon would REALLY need to go. Each bladder would be pressing into the other, and the slightest movement would send urgent ripples across the whole lower abdomen. Now that she was thinking about it, B'Elanna realized that she had not actually been to the bathroom since retiring to bed last night. Her morning shower had been hurried, and she had been busy all day since. Now that she had stopped, she could feel her body beginning to rebel.
Telling herself that she had no time for this, Torres pressed on. She was edging along the access corridor when her commbadge sounded:
“Vorik to Lieutenant Torres”
“Torres here” she replied after tapping the golden insignia on her breast
“I am reading increased power consumption levels from the holoemitter processing core, in the next compartment to you. I advise caution”.
“Thanks, Vorik” said B'Elanna as she tapped the badge again. This was probably the error she had been looking for. As she entered the next section, B'Elanna became aware of something very hot just around the corner. As she turned to look, she became aware of forcefields springing up behind her as well as at the far end of the compartment. She was now trapped in a twenty-meter section of access tunnel with only a basic engineering toolkit and two full bladders. Growling to herself again, she hailed Vorik.
“What the hell's happening here?”
“Lieut- zzzz-r... we are expeeer-r-r e gravitatonn-” stuttered Vorik's voice before the comlink terminated completely.
ONE HOUR LATER
B'Elanna was hunched up with her back to the wall, knees up against her chin, rocking for all she was worth. Communications were still down and she didn't have the equipment to break through the force fields. Half an hour ago, an ensign had updated her from the other side of the compartment that they had detected gravimetric distortions inside the deck's holoemitters, and had to quarantine the section until the unit could be deactivated. B'Elanna dismissed him as professionally as she could manage, but the minute he were out of view she was squirming around once more, hands pinned between her legs. She was full to the brim now, even by Klingon standards, and she couldn't last much longer. She was only a Starfleet engineer, after all – she couldn't change the laws of physics. She decided to shift her position again, and after an awkward moment she was on all fours with her legs spread wide apart. The increased urgency almost made her fall over, but the bladders themselves were in a more comfortable position. She fumbled at the fastenings of her uniform, trying to relieve more pressure when her commbadge bleeped again.
They had been able to get though, but there was now a more serious problem. The distortion had overloaded the processors, and the coolant had all but evaporated. If the situation was not resolved within ten minutes, a plasma fire could rip through the deck. Even the automatic fire suppression systems would be useless, as the cold water would crack the coolant tubes and cause a bigger fire. The optimal temperature would be around 310 kelvins...
The engineering support team were preparing an evacuation, when Torres replied to their message.
“Leave this to me. Keep the force fields up, and don't send anyone else in. It's too dangerous”.
She dragged herself over to the panel and wrenched it open. She could already feel the heat build-up, and wondered to herself if she would tell anyone about her innovative problem solving methods. She decided against it. She didn't particularly want to be famous, and certainly not for this.
Opening her toolkit with one hand, she fumbled with the flies on her uniform trousers with the other. With barely a second to lose, and privately glad that she had forgotten to wear underwear today, she jammed the wider end of the replacement coupling between her legs. The feel of the cold metal against her soft flesh combined with her intense need to urinate and overcame the last of her control, and she had only just aimed the other end of the tube at the coolant refill aperture before the liquid started to flow. Torres smiled to herself in double relief - her own needs fulfilled, she felt pleasantly drained as she looked at the counter above the coolant tank. It was just above the 1.5 litre mark.
TWO DAYS AFTER SUBSPACE EVENT
“Please stop fidgeting, Seven”
“I do not... fidget. The circulation to my legs has become impaired due to prolonged inactivity, and I am attempting to rectify the situation”
Shaking his holographic head, The Doctor walked away from the Bio-bed where Seven of Nine was sitting. She was in sickbay for a routine check-up of her remaining implants, and she could not help but consider the procedure tiresome.
The Doctor returned from his office carrying a new tray of implements. He passed a small, humming device over a section of her skin-tight blue catsuit.
“Have you been experiencing any pain in your kidneys?” asked The Doctor, as he typed a few notes into a PADD. Seven replied in the negative, but was surprised as a jolt of static electricity shocked her from the insides. The Doctor noticed her expression, and reached for his Tricorder.
“Ah, just as I suspected. Your reclamation unit is malfunctioning. Some of the materials that form this particular implant seem to be attracting these anomalies.”
Hundreds of cybernetic devices were laced throughout Seven's body. For most of her life she had been an almost mindless drone, slaved to the Collective. The Voyager crew had rescued her and removed many of the implants, but medical requirements and certain personal choices had left her with many internal additions – as well as her unusual name – to remind her of her former nature.
The reclamation unit was designed to absorb the excess matter created by species that shed their skin or had biological processes that could not be overcome by assimilation, and thus was mostly inactive in humans – or as the Borg knew them, species 5618. Assimilation was often a quick and brutal operation involving rapid surgery or invasive nanoprobes, and it was not always possible to tailor the implants to the precise needs of the potential drone. Seven's reclamation unit had been kept after she joined Voyager because much of her digestive system had been removed.
The Doctor had been trying to regrow these organs for the past few months, and it looked as if he would need to accelerate his plans. The reclamation unit would only function for a few more hours before shutting down permanently.
Seven accepted this news stoically. It was certainly convenient to be able to work for long periods without breaks, but the rest of the crew seemed to value their humanity above efficiency. Even the Doctor aspired to be more human than he had been programmed to be, and they all assumed that she felt the same way.
“Your kidneys have been working behind the scenes for a few weeks now, treating up to 40% of your digested liquid before passing it along. I'm confident that they will adjust to the new demands” explained the hologram with the smugness that showed whenever he discussed his work on Seven.
She acknowledged him.
“However, your bladder has not yet grown to its full size and your urethra has not reattached. Your surviving nanoprobes seem to be preventing the connection.”
He reached for a hypospray on the tray, pressed it to her neck and fired. Seven quickly felt a sensation of heat pass down her neck and down her chest, pooling in the region between her legs.
“This should take a few hours to heal, now that I have suppressed your Borg defences. By the time they recover, the process should have finished and they will not reject the new systems – they are part of your DNA, after all!”
Seven nodded again. “Am I now permitted to go about my duties?”
“Certainly!” The Doctor smiled, and wandered back to his office – no doubt to record this latest example of his brilliance.
The former Borg had almost reached the door, when The Doctor remembered. “...Seven?”
She stopped, but did not turn around.
“Yes Doctor?”
“If you have any difficulties with your new systems... if the healing is taking a little too long and you become uncomfortable... please don't hesitate to return to sickbay.”
He considered offering to medically remove the current contents of her rather small new bladder, but left the choice to her - she would return if she wanted to.
She had no intention of doing so.
“Thankyou, Doctor” said Seven, walking into the corridor.
Seven of Nine made her way to the cargo bay that housed the Borg regeneration alcoves. It was the closest thing she had to sleeping quarters, and what few personal effects she owned were also stored here. As she entered the familiar area, she became aware that the sensation of heat from earlier had not abated, and had in fact amplified. The Doctor had claimed that it would prevent her nanoprobes from interfering with the regrowth of her urinary system, but this was a side-effect she had not anticipated. It felt like an itch, deep inside. Seven ignored itches, considering them to be biological sensor ghosts – but this was proving immune to her strict discipline. Unconsciously, she started to walk with a different rhythm – her legs crossing over more tightly in front of her, her hips swaying- she became aware of her movement and resumed her normal upright walk. What was happening?
She made her way over to a terminal, trying to ignore the strange new sensations. Seven hoped that she could find out the cause of this odd reaction from her family's research on the Borg, recovered last year from the crashed USS Raven.
After several minutes of querying, she discovered a log entry.
“Personal log, Erin Hansen. Our latest excursion to the cube has been a success; we were able to recover a small sample of nanoprobes from a wounded drone's reclamation unit. Most of their technology is beyond our understanding, but we have observed how the probes interact with biological matter. We're being very careful, especially since Annika is with us. She's a curious little girl, and if she wandered in here while we were asleep and touched this sample... it doesn't bear thinking about.”
Seven remained impassive at her mother's comment. They had not been careful enough. A few short days after this log had been made, an ion storm had disabled their shielding and they had all been captured. Seven resumed listening to the recording.
“We knew that the probes replicated and formed cybernetic implants, but it also seems that they remain in the bloodstream, interfering with the flow of hormones. This can hasten assimilation, as well as performing other tasks that would be advantageous to the Borg”
Her mother sounded... embarrassed?
“The sexual drive, for instance, would be of no use to a creature that reproduces by the capture and conversion of others. These nanoprobes allow the total suppression of any physical desire – as far as we can tell, the relevant chemicals are transported to the reclamation unit for processing. They remain there unless the assimilated specimen requires them for some vital reason. None of the Alpha-quadrant life samples we have reacted in this way.”
Seven stopped the recording. She understood what had happened, but was unsure how to proceed. When she had been in the collective, orders came to her and she carried them out. As much as they denied it, things were same with the Voyager crew. Following their example, she was becoming prideful. The logical course of action would be to return to sickbay and seek medical attention for her condition, but she knew that The Doctor would keep her there for several hours and there was important work to be done - tracking down the source of the gravimetric anomalies. Further, she had to admit that she would be irritated by the Doctor's comments. The amount of attention he paid to her was beginning to seem excessive.
She decided to itemise her problems, and work systematically towards their solutions:
1) She had imperfect biology, and she was now victim to the human need to urinate for the first time in almost 20 years.
2) She was physically unable to do so for an unknown amount of time.
3) Her sexual instinct had fully developed over a period of about 8 minutes
4) Approximately fifteen years' worth of stored chemical desire was now being vented from her faulty reclamation unit and had begun to affect her judgement.
Strangely, she noticed that the first two problems seemed less important compared to the last two. She didn't know if it was a genuine physical reaction or just her senses being overwhelmed by the new feeling.
Suddenly, a great wave of lustful sensation hit her body. Seven's knees buckled and she fell to the floor. As she clambered up to a standing position, it took all of her willpower not to press her hungry flesh against any available surface... her hand, the corner of her storage crate, a passing Ensign...
She shook herself. This was ridiculous. Humans could withstand these feelings, and she was more... this self-satisfied train of thought melted away a second later, blasted into insignificance by a fresh, longing assault on her sanity. She pushed her hands against the console with all of her enhanced strength, accurately catapulting her into the nearest alcove.
“COMPUTER BEGIN REGENERATION CYCLE SIX HOURS MAXIMUM SEDATION”
TIME PASSES
Annika smiled to herself as the warm wind passed gently over the exposed skin of her arms and legs. Her bare feet were tickled by cool grass as she walked through a field with her friend, who like Annika was lightly dressed and carrying a small basket. They reached the edge of the forest that was their destination, and looked at each other happily. Annika opened her basket and pulled out a thin blanket, which she rolled onto the soft ground as her friend placed bottles of water and snacks on a nearby tree stump. It was rare that the two of them got to spend time alone together. Annika was a high flier in... stellar cartography? Or was she some sort of Adjunct? She didn't even want to remember her job in this perfect place, and was content to watch the other young lady unpack their picnic.
Annika's companion was shorter than her with shoulder-length auburn hair that lay across her back as she bent over, one errant strand tucked into the collar of her short-sleeved white shirt. Annika's gaze moved downward, taking in the curve of the other woman's rear in her tight red shorts.
She looked away, blushing as her friend started to turn around and wink, wiggling her bottom mockingly. Annika knelt down on the blanket, carefully holding the hem of her short yellow summer-dress with one hand. As she lay down on her side, she was reminded that she hadn't peed for several hours. Despite the closeness she felt with her playful friend, Annika was too shy to directly ask if there was suitable spot nearby.
“That's a lot of water you're unpacking”, she hazarded.
If her friend had noticed the unspoken “where is it all going to end up?”, she made no sign of it. She simply turned around with a wide smile, and a bottle in each hand as she crouched down on her half of the blanket. She placed one of the bottles in front of herself before passing another to Annika.
“Well, we should stay here for a while, it's a beautiful day!”
Annika grinned up at her enthusiastic friend, and couldn't help but glimpse between her legs, parted as they were by her squatting position. Annika saw what looked like a small shadow just beneath the zip of the tiny shorts, but it glinted as they shifted and Annika was sure that it was a small wet patch. The other girl blushed this time, and pulled down her buttoned-up shirt with a short tug to cover herself.
Hours passed as the two young ladies enjoyed each other's company, talking or just enjoying the peaceful ambience of nature. This couldn't last, however, as nature has its own demands.
Annika had been mostly comfortable on the blanket for the last few hours, but her bladder had been ever more insistent whenever she got up to get food or more water. A gust of cooler air washed played over the hem of her dress, and she shifted to get up – but there was suddenly an arm across her stomach, stopping her from moving.
“I need to get up”
The arm didn't move. Annika turned her head, her long blonde hair catching under her. Her friend wore a wistful smile
“I... need to pee”
“I know”
Annika's eyes opened wide. What was her friend doing?
“Let me get up then!”
“No” was the reply, alongside a small smirk.
“But I really need to go!” she almost whined.
“I bet I have to go more” said her friend, giggling slightly as if Annika was missing the joke. Annika looked again at her friend and realized that while her left arm was holding the blonde girl down, her right arm was jammed between her thighs which were pressed tightly together and shifting rapidly from side to side, making a rustling noise which Annika had been hearing for several minutes – thinking that it was some distant animal.
“I've been holding it since this morning. I drank a glass of orange juice, some soda, something from Cosimo's...”
Annika squirmed as the list went on, and her friend looked over her other shoulder at the pile of discarded water bottles
“... and of course, 4 bottles of fine spring water. I am absolutely bursting to go and pee”.
Annika was confused, as well as feeling the same sensation.
“Why don't you go? Why won't you let me go?” was all she could say.
The blanket bunched up beneath them as the other girl shifted along awkwardly until she was completely pressed up against Annika. She leaned her head in and whispered in her ear;
“Because I prefer to wait. But more... because I like to watch you wait.”
Annika was speechless. Her friend wanted her to feel like this? She enjoyed it? Annika blushed all over, thinking about her friend's tone of voice and realizing how close she was now.
The red-haired friend spoke again
“I love the way it feels to let go when you're full. It's such a powerful release... when you asked about the water before, I couldn't help myself. I let go a little. I think you saw me.”
Annika's muscles were tensed, lest the same thing happen to her. She looked down at her friend's quivering legs again. The bright red shorts had ridden up her legs to the point where they looked like panties, and the fabric was stretched where she bulged outward. The wet spot was more prominent now, it didn't seem to have dried at all.
“I'm not going to last much longer...”
With that, her friend clambered to her unsteady feet, legs weaving as she wandered over to the now-vacant stump. She hoisted herself up with a squeak, and sat down on the dark wood. Her feet hovered just off the ground and were crossed around each other as her thighs moved at an even faster pace, both hands now firmly pressed against her needy womanhood. Despite the cool breezes now regularly brushing against her moistening body, Annika was blushing again – especially when she saw that her friend had undone the top three buttons of her shirt. Her whole body was moving now, backwards and forwards in a hypnotic pattern and she didn't seem to have noticed that one half of the shirt was about to fall from her smooth shoulder.
Almost forgetting her own need, Annika watched the motions of her friend, entranced by her self-inflicted torture. She had never thought it before, but there was something beautiful here – sensual moans that were part pain, part pleasure and panting, staccato gasps at a near miss. Annika felt a new heat rise as the last squeak was drawn out into a long, high-pitched moan as the friend fumbled at her crotch and hopped down from the tree. From her position on the blanket, Annika heard a muffled hissing noise while the shorts turned a deep burgundy, and then the torrent of liquid gushed from both legs before spilling over the waistband and finally soaking the ground in a firm, clear jet from the crotch. The performance lasted for almost a minute as the rivulets on the ground spread, and both girls' breath hastened. Eventually, the last few drops fell and sigh of great relief issued from the mouth of the smaller girl.
“Do you see what I mean?”
Annika nodded to her friend, who moved to push down her soaked red shorts. They would not survive that.
The blonde blushed even harder as her friend's skin came into view, and then a cluster of deep red hairs made it clear that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Despite the show, she seemed a little embarrassed at exposing so much of herself, and tugged the shirt down again. This was not as helpful as she hoped, however, and Annika saw her erect nipple peek out. Her friend giggled again, and covered her bare breast with a hand.
She returned to the blanket, sitting with her legs curled beneath her this time. She ran a hand through her hair, and Annika could see sweat dripping from her forehead.
“It... is it my turn now?” Annika half-begged.
“Not... just yet” her friend replied playfully, and crawled over to Annika in a mock-predatory fashion. Her white shirt was still open, showing perky breasts that jiggled slightly as she put each hand down. The bottom had ridden up as well, showing her smooth hips and an occasional flash between her legs. Annika bit her lip, and looked down own body. The other girl was now sat by her feet.
“Now it's your turn.”
Annika didn't know if the other girl was serious, but it didn't seem to matter. Now that she was no longer distracted by the strangely graceful motion of her friend, Annika's full attention was fixed on her own great need. Embarrassed though she was, she didn't expect any trouble letting go. She parted her legs slightly, but just couldn't do it.
“I... can't!”
Her friend seemed to understand, and didn't seem to relish the pain that Annika feared. This was reassuring, but Annika still couldn't relax enough to let go.
“Let me help...”
Before Annika could even think of answering, her friend had gently taken hold of her legs and pushed them further apart. Her head rolled backwards as she wondered what would happen. She was expecting some verbal encouragement or perhaps a gentle push on her bladder, and was quite surprised when she saw her friend's face move into view just in front of Annika's own. She was even more surprised when she found herself being kissed. Her friend was assertive, hungry. Annika's tongue responded on instinct and began to explore, tentatively at first. Before she got far, her friend had moved down to her neck, layering that with rapid kisses and small bites before sitting up straight between Annika's legs, leaving the blonde girl panting with double desires.
The other girl grinned again, and slid downwards, out of view – Annika couldn't see over her own, large breasts as they pushed her dress outward. She gasped when she felt hands touching her thighs, moving sideways and up across her hips, resting upon her heaving chest for a second before shifting again and squeezing both breasts under the loose yellow dress. Annika gasped with pleasure at the rough treatment but that too was cut short. The hands moved down again and held her hips, nails pressing slightly against her buttocks.
The next thing she knew, Annika's thighs were being nibbled increasingly harder. She squeaked as she felt the other girl reach the hemline of her dress and not stop, licking around each leg where her plain white briefs began. Annika's hips thrust upwards involuntarily and her friend pulled down the panties as if she had been waiting for the opportunity. The assault began anew, kisses on her thighs as fingertips reached up and under her dress to brush teasingly against the bottom of her breasts. Annika jammed a hand into her mouth to keep from screaming out loud as she began to feel a tongue run around the edge of her moist entrance.
“Please...” moaned Annika
“Please what?” replied her friend teasingly. She had stopped licking, but her face was still pressed against Annika's aching pussy and her hot breath was driving the blonde girl crazy
“I... don't know!” cried Annika, as the other girl laughed and resumed her efforts.
Annika had never felt anything like this before, her head was spinning from the exquisite sensations beneath her stretched dress. She felt as if something wonderful was about to happen, she wanted- no, needed it to happen.
“I have to... I need...”
Abruptly, the other girl stopped again.
“But you mustn't.”
She sounded harsher somehow. Annika strained to lift her head and saw that the other girl's hair was shorter, arranged in a simple bob. Her face looked older as well, stress lines cutting into her forehead as she frowned down at Annika.
“I don't understand... Kathy, please!”
She glanced around, taking in her surroundings. The smoothly-swaying trees of a springtime forest were gone, replaced by monolithic black girders that crackled energy along thick cabling. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at the blanket. It was still there, but the ground beneath was cracked and sickening green light had started to shine through. She wasn't scared by any of this, however, it all seemed... right? She looked down at her naked legs, and screamed as she saw a dark, rectangular box attached to her crotch. It started to vibrate slowly, making her feel even more desperate. She grabbed it with both hands and pulled, but it felt as if it had been bolted on. Annika looked at Kathy again, and she had changed more. Her legs were still bare, but her shirt had become a confining black jacket that pinned both arms to the side of her body.
“You did this!” was the last thing Annika heard.
WARNING: REGENERATION CYCLE INCOMPLETE.
Seven shuddered as she stepped out of her alcove. Aside from a chill soreness around her lower back, there seemed to have been no negative effects of the interrupted regeneration. Then she looked down, and gasped. Her nipples were hard, easily visible through her tight bodysuit. She could see a damp patch between her legs, and it was growing now that her legs were moving. She used authorisation codes that even Tuvok couldn't access and commanded the cargo bay doors to lock.
She stalked across to the industrial replicator, and requested a new uniform. The device hummed into action and spinning energy reactions began to create the new garment even as she began to unfasten the old. As she bent down to release the leg fastenings, she felt more pressure on her bladder – even more than she had in the dream. Seven stood up abruptly as she remembered. She didn't usually dream unless the Borg were involved. The picnic came back to her and she vowed not to think of what it meant. Dreaming was irrelevant.
As she struggled to get the stained uniform off, she realized that she was still extremely aroused. The Borg procedures had set the cargo bay's default temperature to 39.4°C and Seven had seen no reason to change this, but today she felt subtle air currents on her sensitive skin and it was reminding her of warm, spring breezes... After a few moments, Seven stood naked in the cargo bay and considered her next objective.
Seven cleaned herself up and began to fasten the fresh uniform. She jerked slightly as she pulled the crotch up harder than she had intended to, and she looked down to see that her red lips were swollen. She swallowed reflexively before attempting to restore control. Moments later she stood tall in her clean bodysuit, and strode over to her workstation.
After a few minutes' research, she confirmed that it was no longer possible to repair her Reclamation Unit. The Doctor had said as much, but she wanted to make sure. She was able to salvage some of the protocol data, however. Seven input the frequency into her tricorder, and was able to construct a rudimentary interface to what remained of her cybernetic digestive system.
The first meter was a percentage counter showing how fast her urethra was healing – it was currently at 47%. The second panel on her display was an integrity diagram showing the forces operating on her bladder – pressure difference, rate of growth, rate of expansion etc. The former drone was expecting to write her own LCARS subroutines to calculate bladder statistics, but there was already a module in the database containing what she needed – with a Command-level lockout installed. It was even pre-calibrated for human females. Seven assumed that it had been some sort of failed research project, and quickly deactivated the security. The additions to her tricorder complete, Seven recycled her old uniform and locked her workstation before proceeding towards the door.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
Seven stepped back into the familiar surroundings of her usual workplace – the rebuilt Stellar Cartography laboratory now known as “Astrometrics”. She had been working solidly for many hours, and this had helped to distract her from the irrelevant feelings that occasionally made themselves known between her legs.
She had not totally ignored her situation, however. As she started to input a new batch of gravimetric data on her console, Seven considered her options. Her improvised monitor had discreetly estimated that her body would be ready to urinate in two more hours. Seven personally disagreed, feeling that her body was in need of relief much sooner. If she had no choice, she would use a site-to-site transport program to beam the liquid straight out of her bladder. This would waste a lot of valuable energy, however, and it would certainly raise questions when the transport was detected. Seven decided that if she was in dire need, she would use a shuttlecraft – their transporters used less power, and were easier to isolate from Voyager's security sensors. Her decision made, Seven of Nine locked the Astrometrics workstation and began her journey to the shuttlebay.
She was walking slightly faster than usual, and noticed mild surprise in the eyes of several crewmembers as she navigated the curved corridors of Voyager. Uncharacteristically, she even checked her reflection in one of the larger wall panels to ensure that her predicament was not visible. Her suit was even tighter than usual – her protruding bladder distorted the fabric slightly and pulled over her plump breasts. She pulled at the fabric above her hips, but couldn't make much of a difference. For a moment, Seven considered returning to her alcove and changing into a darker uniform just in case – but that would surely be noticed. How many times had she claimed “Fashion is Irrelevant”?
When she reached the main shuttlebay, Seven quickly dismissed the duty ensign with a fabricated story about elevated radiation levels in one of the shuttle's warp nacelles. Although she didn't have an official rank on board, Seven was treated with awe by the younger crewmembers and no-one thought to question her story. It wasn't unheard of – Voyager's shuttles had been repaired many times and even B'Elanna couldn't keep them pristine with the substandard trade materials.
Once the bay had been evacuated, Seven stalked across to the shuttle and ducked her head slightly as she stepped up into the cockpit. As the door hummed to a close behind her, the tall blonde relaxed slightly.
She jumped into the nearest seat and started rapidly typing at the nearest Ops console. A few moments' work had the bay secured and an encrypted uplink formed with Voyager's computer core. She had research to do.
“Computer. Access Starfleet anthropology database”
As the computer processed her encrypted commands, Seven considered her next questions.
“Database active”
This particular database was considered a joke by most of Starfleet – it began as an effort to assist alien diplomats in learning earth customs, but the scientists leading the data collection had disagreed on what was required. The project had even been opened up as a collaborative effort for a few months, and the version that was finally installed in Starfleet vessels was usually the first thing to be deleted when the engineers wanted to run a large program. Janeway had claimed that their unique position in the Delta Quadrant would justify keeping it intact, but most of the senior staff had their doubts.
“Human urination, female.”
“A spinobulbospinal reflex facilitated and inhibited by higher brain centres, the human urination system...”
As she listened to the computer's detailed explanations, Seven became aware that her legs were moving unconsciously - opening and closing. She stopped them, but felt a slight discomfort. Remembering the body language of other female officers, she turned in her seat and crossed one leg over the other. Although this put slightly more pressure on her full bladder, it felt better overall.
“Abort query. List data related to methods of avoiding urination”
“Inhibition of micturition reflex is not recommended. Listed data includes short-term avoidance of liquid intake and exercise of Kegel muscles. At high urge levels, common solutions involve assuming pressure-relieving positions.”
“Elaborate”
“That information is not in standard LCARS format”
Seven leaned forward in her chair, hunched over to read the console output. It was a series of crude drawings that depicted people in various desperate looking poses – one showed a middle-aged woman in a long brown skirt with her hands pushed tightly into her crotch, while another showed a younger lady perched on a chair with her legs twisted into a position similar to the one Seven was now taking.
This array was apparently an advertisement for an early model of sonic lavatory – a satirical cartoon showing what would happen if you did not buy the product. Seven's knowledge of Earth history was patchy, but she knew that the invention of sonic facilities had been a major step in enabling space exploration and improving quality of life in the aftermath of the Eugenics Wars. She decided to limit her search to before this period, when traditional plumbing had no doubt caused this problem for millions of women.
Seven found a surprising amount of information, although the outdated protocols meant that she had to read most of it on the small terminal screen. She found an interesting text, and patched the computer to read it out. Much of the language was unfamiliar to Seven, but she found one phrase which somehow resonated with her sensibilities.
“...undignified, unladylike, and reflects a failure on the person’s part to be able to 'hold it in' till they can go at a better time. It shows lack of restraint...”
The quote was not attributed. Seven's legs were now scissoring rapidly, and dull pains began to bloom through her lower abdomen. She slowly moved her left hand down to hold the area between her legs as she scrolled with the slender fingers of her right.
She checked her readouts. Urethra reconstruction was at 97%, but the bladder pressure readout had crashed. Seven started to sweat slightly as she reconfigured the shuttle computers to edit her program. According to the logs, Lt. Paris had “changed” the stored values of the Laplace pressure calculations. Seven didn't know how long she had or what would happen if she failed. There was certainly more at stake than “showing a lack of restraint” – at the very least, her Borg systems could be heavily damaged if she lost control before her urethra had been fully restored. The Percentage counter beeped as it reached 98, and Seven started to shiver uncontrollably as she tried to pull down the zipper on the back of her suit.
For the transporter to work safely on this scale, she would need to remove as many obstacles as possible – but she couldn't reach the zip with her trembling hands! Her arms were twisted around her back just as her legs entangled beneath her in a hectic dance. Finally she snapped the zipper down and started walking on the spot to try and control her urges for the final, critical few moments.
She stared frantically at the counter, willing it to register 100% so that she could finally let go. It stubbornly refused, and Seven waddled awkwardly towards the transporter console with her catsuit bunched up around her thighs. She almost let out a cry of despair as she realized that she couldn't control her hands well enough to confine the transport beam. All she could manage to set up was a weak shimmering beam towards the back of the craft – more like a portal than a transporter beam, but certainly not safe for living matter. It would have to do.
As the counter hit 99%, Seven kicked off her suit and sat naked in the smooth chair. She glanced across at the screen, and realized that she didn't have a choice anymore.
She knocked the chair into the recline setting, and moved both hands down to her twitching, exposed vagina. As she ran the metal part of her hand across the sensitive skin for the first time, Seven finally allowed herself to sigh. Her need was still desperately urgent, but this might give her the time she needed. Her hands moved over her naked flesh again and again, speeding up as the pressure within build to extreme levels. She parted her lips with the left hand and pressed harder with the right, and felt her the back head hit the chair with a cushioned 'thump'. Now approaching a state of frenzy, she kicked her legs up again and spread them wide over the arms of the console chair. Both arms now pumping, Seven kicked the side of the console and the chair span over a full rotation, coming to rest as she faced the abortive transporter beam. As she heard her counter beep to signify 100%, Seven screwed her eyes shut and thrust her hips up and down as she pictured the dream... the forest... the other girl...
A second later, her head twisted towards the screen again and she saw a powerful golden jet stream from between her legs and disappear into the flickering energy beam, its hum increasing in pitch. Seven also heard another sound, which echoed around the cockpit for several seconds before she realized she was listening to her own glorious screams of relief and pleasure. The liquid flowed powerfully for another half-minute, accompanied by a loud hissing.
After several moments of blissful peace had elapsed, the sated blonde stretched up in her chair. Her hair was loosened and strands had fallen over her eye, covering her implant.
“Computer. Cancel transport and access log stack”
“Last transport from this location occurred 47.2 seconds ago. Primary matter type: Liquid mass. Volume:”
The computer hummed for a second before beeping again
“900ml”
Seven allowed herself a smile. She could work on that. |
THREE DAYS AFTER SUBSPACE EVENT
Gentle chimes filled the air in the Captain's quarters, and the computer spoke;
"The time is 08:40. Second Watch begins in twenty minutes"
Kathryn Janeway reluctantly opened her eyes, and called for the light. She had been working down in Engineering until 01:40 last night, and it seemed as if no time at all had passed. For a few moments, the Captain considered cancelling the alarm and assigning another shift to Ensign Kim - he certainly wouldn't mind, and no-one would begrudge the Captain another few hours of precious sleep - but she decided against it. She had to set an example to her crew, or the many sacrifices that they had made would seem worthless.
As she moved to get up, Kathryn realised that she was holding both hands between her legs. As she pulled them away, she realised that she badly needed to pee. At the same time, she noticed that she hadn't even changed into her nightwear. She still had her uniform top on, which was a few sizes too large for her and reached down to her bare upper thigh. Squirming slightly as she waited for the urge to abate, Janeway considered the past week.
She had been giving her bladder time to relax after her little experiment three days ago. It had been exciting, but not practical given how busy they all were. The Captain needed to be at her best, not frantic with concealed need.
With her mind firmly set on the day ahead of her, Captain Janeway jumped out of bed and scampered across the room to her en suite. She pressed the button to activate the sonic shower and began to wriggle out of her panties which, as she was ashamed to notice, were slightly damp. As she stood up again, Kathryn realized that the shower had not started. She pressed the button again. Nothing.
There could be any number of reasons that the shower hadn't started, and Janeway didn't like any of them. She stepped out of her underwear and placed one hand against her crotch again. If the shower was malfunctioning, the lavatory would probably not work either. Her need becoming urgent again, she started pacing on the spot as she considered her options. She didn't even remember when she last used the restroom.
Kathryn turned around, her earlier mischievous mood returning as she glanced at the large potted plant behind her recliner.
Walking slowly, she returned to the small bedroom and approached the plant. It was more like a small tree now, as she had been caring for it for several years. Her legs pressed together as she resolved to take special care of her favourite plant today.
Awkwardly, she straddled the pot. For a second, the Captain lost her balance and fell forwards. She shrieked as she felt the rough texture of the stem against her exposed flesh. Painful though it was, a part of her relished the feeling, and she was reminded that it had been a long time since she had spent much time with a man. Her brief relationship with Inspector Kashyk had been complicated, and they never had much time alone together - even less, the opportunity to share a bed.
Carefully squatting over the dry soil, Kathryn let go, and sighed as the pressure flowed out of her in a steady stream. A tinkling hiss filled the room and the Captain savoured the private moments.
After she had finished, the Captain wondered where she should go from here. With slight distaste, she stepped back into the bathroom and picked up her discarded panties, dabbing them against her moist lap in an attempt to dry herself. This done, Captain Janeway strode toward her wardrobe and changed into a fresh uniform before heading to the Bridge.
LATER
“Captain's log, supplemental. We've been 'spinning our wheels' for three days now, and still no progress of breaking free of the subspace layer”
At the end of an uneventful Bridge shift, Janeway walked purposefully toward the messhall. Some of Voyager's minor systems were beginning to fail entirely, but someone would certainly have let her know if messhall replicators were down. She had been sipping recycled water for the past few hours, and it had been filling her bladder – but not fulfulling her craving for caffeine.
“Coffee, black” Kathryn intoned seriously as she swept toward Neelix.
“Uh, sorry Captain, we lost two more replicators this mor-”
“Listen to me very carefully, because I'm only going to say this once” whispered the Captain intensely, pushing her hands against his chest to communicate how serious she was being.“Coffee. Black.”
“Yes ma'am” answered the luckless Talaxian before shuffling in the direction of the replicator. “Coffee, Black”. The machine worked its wonders, and Neelix thought to capitalize on the Captain's presence.
“While I've got your attention, there are-”
“Coffee first” demanded the Captain, holding her hand up to forestall any argument. She took a deep swig from the large mug, and felt her soul bathe in the enriching presence of her favored drink. She even felt her eyes roll, and couldn't stop herself from licking her lips to savour every taste.
“Now, what's the problem?”
“It's a delicate matter...” mumbled Neelix
“I don't have time to play twenty questions, Neelix” replied the captain as she sat down gingerly. Kathryn grimaced as she sat, beginning to feel a need for a bathroom once again.
“Replicators aren't the only systems of convenience offline... we've only got four functioning lavatories... on a ship of 150 people“
“I see” answered the captain, discreetly squeezing her thighs together at this unwelcome news.
“Needless to say lines are beginning to form, if we don't get unstuck soon we may have a serious problem on our hands, uh... especially with the Bolians...”
Neelix continued to prattle on about the disabled systems, but the Janeway's attention was elsewhere. “I get the idea” she interrupted, holding up her hand again. She 'delegated' the problem to Neelix before responding to a hail from her first officer. It probably wouldn't help the situation, but it would hopefully stop him from unwittingly taunting her with stories of unavailable lavatories.
She was so distracted, she didn't even notice the half-cup of coffee left on the table.
EVEN LATER
As Janeway waited for the turbolift to bring her to the bridge, she considered the problem. Hopefully the sonic plumbing could be isolated from the main systems, and she made a mental note to suggest isolinear chip replacement to B'Elanna. These gelpacks were becoming more of a liability with every passing year.
"Status" called the captain as she walked toward the starboard engineering console on the bridge. B'Elanna promptly reported readiness, and Janeway took her seat as she watched her precious ship struggle to make and progress against the encumbering force. Crossing her legs tightly, she leaned over to the console to try to determine why the vessel was shuddering this time.
Before she could analyze the readings, B'Elanna claimed that weapon signatures had been detected - and Tuvok was able to determine that it was coming from inside the ship. Holodeck 2, to be precise.
By this time, Janeway had casually arisen from her command chair and was now approaching Tom's console. She remembered her hunch from earlier about the holodeck - and if anyone here was responsible for a holodeck malfunction or the solution thereof, it would be Tom Paris.
Sure enough, Kim confirmed that the Captaim Proton holodeck program was running. Janeway gave Tom a thoroughly irritated glance. She had not relieved herself since her frantic alarm almost 6 hours ago, and needed someone to blame.
Quite apart from needing to provide for her crew, it would do her authority no good at all if the crew were to see her queuing outside one of the few remaining restrooms and fidgeting like a schoolgirl - and she was beginning to feel the effects of her half-cup of coffee.
Janeway sent Tuvok and Paris down to investigate, as she took her chair once more. She shifted slightly as the synthetic leather chilled her - it seemed that even her chair heater had become a victim of the malfunctions. This was not helped by the fact that the laundry systems were also disabled, and she had been forced to avoid underwear this morning. A chill on her nether regions would do no good at all.
She quickly glanced across at Chakotay - had he noticed her behavior? His face was impossible to read, as ever, but she often wondered how much he really noticed. His file identified him as a headstrong and passionate man, yet her first officer today was as tame and reliable as any Starfleet number one.
Needing something useful to do while Tom played his little ray-gun games, Janeway returned to the engineering console. Deciding not to bother B'Elanna with a full system redesign right now, she decided to offer a question that she hoped would be of immense benefit to the crew.
"B'Elanna, how are the waste management system repairs going?"
B'Elanna looked across from her console, and Janeway felt a little concerned by her expression. She looked - embarassed?
After a moment, she answered.
"Nothing so far captain - the blowout in the Jeffries tube two days ago damaged the main unit, and backup systems were only designed to operate for thirty hours. Normally we could extend that by diverting cargo bay power"
"Can't you do that now?" asked the captain, a little more frantically than she had intended.
Torres paused; "The Doctor says that Seven needs extra regeneration time... something about her being a "late bloomer" if you can believe that." she snorted, and Janeway looked closer to see the hints of perspiration on her temples. The hunched way her gifted engineer was seated told Janeway the rest, and she sympathetically left B'Elanna to get on with her other, less taunting workload.
AFTER SOME WAITING...
Several hours later, the command crew were gathered in the meeting room. Janeway was not amused.
"Let me get this straight... trans-dimensional aliens have mistaken your "Captain Proton" simulation for reality".
"Yes Ma'am" replied Paris.
"And now an armed conflict has broken out between these aliens... and "Chaotica's" holographic army."
"Yes Ma'am. His Army of Evil" deadpanned the pilot.
Janeway looked around at her staff.
"And will someone please explain why we haven't simply shut down the holodeck?"
Seven made some excuse or other, but the Captain was not interested. The conversation went on, becoming more absurd by the minute. Seven favored involving the holographic Doctor in their solution, while Tom wanted to engage the holo-combatants on their own terms like the overgrown child that he was.
Janeway was bent slighly over the conference table by this point, with a slightly maniac tone to her voice.
"And you think that "Proton"... namely you, of course... could still do that?"
Paris babbled on about fictional weapons and imaginary shields, and Janeway turned around resting on the table - briefly rubbing her back, where her kidney was feeling particularly sore. She grimaced as Tom explained about the need for "Arachnia, Queen of the Spider People", biting her lip slightly as a new wave of fullness hit the nerves around her abdomen.
Thinking that she knew where this was headed, Janeway innocently asked "who d'ya have in mind?" adding a touch more Indiana to her Starfleet-honed accent.
The senior staff just stared at her, and her wide grin faded instantly.
"It's the role of a lifetime!" claimed Paris, as she paced the room trying somehow to get away. Tuvok seemed to agree, and went so far as to claim that this was their only chance to escape the subspace layer. She was expecting Chakotay's good-natured comment, but even Seven offered a reason why she should participate in this ridiculous game. Already knowing she was beaten, Janeway offered one last comment to Paris:
"I'm a size four".
This was not strictly true - a naturally light build and infrequent meals aboard had left Janeway with a body that was in fact size three - but she was beginning to feel that her bulging bladder would more than make up the difference.
CAN'T WAIT MUCH MORE
Janeway had been briefed by Paris on the rules of the scenario, although she had spent the latter part of that briefing staring in disbelief at her "costume". It was not quite as revealing as she had feared, but was certainly not to her taste. At least the tight skirt would give her an excuse for keeping her legs pressed together.
She was at this moment standing in her quarters, staring at this costume on a PADD - headdress, wings and all - and tried to imagine what Cadet Janeway would have thought of this first command. She probably wouldn't think much about it at all, Janeway realized. She would have been far too busy planning her next holding game. As she stood, Captain Janeway was naked; one hand down at her side and the other held over her opposite thigh - her legs slightly crooked as she shifted in the chilled room. She had stripped out of her uniform immediately upon enetring the room, intending to relieve herself before she remembered. She had stayed naked to keep her resolve, to force herself to put on this... dress-thing.
She approached the replicator and transferred the specifications from the PADD. The replicator gave its usual error about low energy stockpile, and Janeway authorised it to reclaim the next queued recyclable object without thinking. She cursed at this a moment later, as her faithful tree and part-time latrine swirled into non-existence, its matter re-used to make the strange gown. Janeway doubled over in exaggerated reaction, deprived again of the chance to relieve herself. Summoning her will, the now prostrate Captain sat down hard on her bare heel, forcing the muscles closed around her urethra. She wiggled as she got up, in pain but momentarily safe. She forced herself into the outfit and shoes, and hobbled out of her room before the replicator energy had stopped spinning.
More waiting, more waiting... She had to wait for the turbolift, then for a security override on the holodeck doors, and then again for the holodeck to load the right section of the story. If Tom had got this command wrong, she would have to spend thirty minutes traversing the yellow-zircon waterfalls that guarded Chaotica's lair - a torture that her overtaxed desire to pee could not possibly withstand. Fortunately for the near-frantic captain, who was at this point pacing on the spot, the holodeck had been repaired just sufficiently to load the correct part of Chaotica's palace.
The Waiting Room.
Janeway sighed, and entered the opulent room - which abruptly turned monochrome as the doors shut behind her. One of Tom's jokes from earlier made more sense now, she hadn't really been paying attention.
Now it was time, and she strode into Chaotica's throne room - overacting on every syllable just as Paris had instructed. She didn't really have the time for paced subtlety, but the Chaotica hologram insisted upon the most labored and pompous speeches Janeway had heard since her last Admiralry Banquet.
She pilfered a bottle of "her" pheremones from a display stand, and inquired in the native grandiose manner if she might be allowed to take the throne. Wishing fervently that it was a rather cruder meaning of the word "throne", Janeway settled into the giant chair in her accustomed way. The thin fabric of her dress brushed against the holographic material of the chair as she hurriedly crossed her stockinged legs, and she realised that her skirt was far less modest when she sat like this. She was beyond such modesty now, however - it may even speed up her plan.
She was ahead of herself, however. Even Chaotica's rampant ego was not fooled by her hurried overtures, and before long Janeway was bound by holographic confinement rings - dress swirling around her legs as she popped her heel up in response to a redoubled tingling within her crotch. As Chaotica directed the defenses, his minions tied Janeway to a pillar - her chest heaving as she tried to control herself. After a moment, she spotted the henchman glancing at her, and hatched a plan. After a quick use of pheremones, the tables were turned - she easily disabled the guards and had Chaotica at the point of a stolen ray-gun. He tried in his blustering fashion to talk himself out of the situation, but Janeway wasn't in the mood for any more delays and insisted that he disable the shield. She then shot him. Twice.
Captain Janeway glanced over at Chaotica's monitors. It would take Tom another few minutes to bypass the traps that led to the throne room, so she had time for something a little special.
She stalked over to Chaotica's prone corpse, foot carefully in front of foot as she used the last of her strength to hold in the desperate tide. She stood astride him and studied his face, eyes still open in mortal shock. Without ceremony, Kathryn squatted down as far as she was able and started to hike up the hobbling skirt. Wriggling as it passed over her rear, she bunched up the skirt at the side as she took aim. She was still bare underneath the dress, and the suspenders she had been slinking around in would be no obstacle at all. After one last squeeze with her other hand, she let go with a passionate moan.
A powerful gushing stream if glittering urine jumped out of her and started to splatter all over the face of her insane holo-nemesis. Still moaning, she spread her lips wide open and looked up, her eyes narrowed in rapturous relief. After a few more blissful seconds, she looked down at the stream that showed no sign of abating. After a hectic few days on the USS Voyager, they were finally free.
As the stream lessened and turned to drips before halting completely, Janeway sat down hard on the welcoming floor and cradled her stomach, an expression of glory on her sweating face. As she clumsily made her way to a standing position ready for Tom's arrival, Janeway poured the pheremone bottle over the body before dropping it with a tinkling noise. Now she simply had to think of an appropriate remark - "Rest in pee" was clearly too vulgar, even if no-one would hear her. "I like my weaponry more... ex-stream" was a stretch, as was "I feel... holo". Janeway decided that the moment was perfect even without a one-liner, and simply smiled as Chakotay informed her over the comm that the distortions were fading. There was plenty of work ahead for Janeway and the engineering crews, but right now she could spare a few minutes to go to the messhall and drink a nice, big coffee. After all, she was going to need a new plant... and her plant would certainly need christening....
THE END.
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I didnt write this fanfic, I just really, really enjoyed reading it. I am in no way trying to take credit for this great piece of writing. The credit goes to KateKintails of Kintailscape.com. This is a Harry Potter omorashi story, with Remus and Snape being the main characters in this story. She wrote a part two to this story, but I cant seem to find it at the moment, I'll keep looking though.
Severus Snape was forced awake quite early in the morning due and was immediately faced with excruciating pain. He could barely open his eyelids for the fatigue. The tingle in his crotch was insistent, and it had been that which had awoken him. With all his might, he swallowed hard, ignored the sensation, and forced himself to slip back off to sleep. Faced with his threats, sleep agreed to take him, but for a few more hours only. In his dream, he had been desperately searching for the source of a waterfall.
The rush of water, cascading over rocks and splashing down had been driving him crazy. He woke in that same craze, though desperate for something else entirely. Snape’s eyes opened and began to water from the pain. The tingle in his crotch was now sharp and intense, almost stabbing, almost uncontrollable. He jiggled his legs and cupped a hand to his crotch, through his nightshirt. He felt childish grabbing his cock as such but his efforts had the desired effect. The urgency passed, leaving behind a gentle need. What he needed more was more rest, so he closed his eyes again.
When Snape woke a third time, he was in even more pain and discomfort than before. It had been all he could do the night before to slither from his clothes and climb into bed beside the lightly sleeping werewolf. Remus Lupin had come awake then and reached for him, but the stifled cry had stopped him cold. “What is it?” Remus had whispered, opening his eyes, pupils wide as he struggled to make out the man lying in front of him. There had been no visible wounds; apart from extreme fatigue and weariness, he looked to be in good heath. However, Snape had cradled his arm unnaturally and lay down on his back instead of his side, as usual.
“Nothing,” Snape had replied through gritted teeth. “Nothing that a night of- ah! Ow!” Snape was overwhelmed by mixture of embarrassment, frustration, anger, and intense pain. He had tried to move in a way that his body had not at all liked. Through gritted teeth, he repeated, “Nothing.”
It hadn’t looked remotely like nothing. But it had taken the better part of an hour for Remus to drag it out of Snape. Even then Snape would not say a single word regarding how it had happened. It was clear enough to Remus that a battle or mission of some sort had not gone well at all. And it was clear to Remus that Snape would much rather suffer his injuries than journey to Hogwarts to see Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey about them. Remus could not mend broken bones as well as a healer, but he bravely gave it a shot and the grimace of pain on Snape’s face had faded almost at once. Remus had been content after that to merely lie beside Snape as they slept, keeping his hands to himself.
Snape had hoped that a restful sleep would be enough to put him right. Remus had healed his arm, and after that it was mostly scrapes, strains, and bruises. However, a night of lying still, on his back, had made his muscles seize up and the tender areas of his body which were in contact with the bed screamed out for him to move. It took Snape several minutes of pain to decide whether moving or not moving would be worse.
When he slid his arm back, bent at the elbow, to help leverage himself up into a sitting position, it was done specifically because he couldn’t imagine feeling worse than he already did. It was as though someone unseen was performing the Cruciatus Curse on him. If he hadn’t known better, he would have searched the room for Harry Potter in an invisibility cloak. Snape’s head pounded, and his muscles ached dreadfully simultaneously from use and the lack thereof. There was pain shooting through his arse and up his spine, concentrated at the back of his neck in a way that made Snape uncertain about being able to remain conscious.
One thing alone was for certain: there was absolutely no way he would be able to make it across the room, down the hallway, and into the loo. Apparating was entirely out of the question, as he could barely think and the possibility to splinch himself was far too great. Naturally, he had the option of waking Remus up and asking for help… but Snape did not ask favors of anyone any more, including lovers. He could just imagine how a simpering whine would sound. Oh Remus, I don’t feel good at all. Could you please carry me to the bathroom so I can take a pee? The repulsive thought sent a shiver through Snape, which intensified his pains so much that he let out a small, shameful squeak.
The injuries would have been bad enough, certainly, without the added discomfort brought about from the need to urinate. He should have counted on it, however. He always needed to pee first thing in the morning, like clockwork. It was routine to wake pee-hard and immediately haul himself off to the bathroom. It was a cause for irritation some mornings, when Remus woke beside him, amorous and aroused, and Snape was forced to excuse himself to take care of his cock before Remus could… well, take care of his cock in other ways. Remus practically pouted sometimes, scrambling and grasping for Severus, wanting to keep the man there to hold him, kiss him, touch him. He would have much preferred to lie lazily in bed, servicing his lover over and over without thought to his bladder. But for all the magic and skill he possessed, the one thing he still could not overcome were the natural workings of his body.
When he’d lived alone, once in a while he couldn’t be bothered to move and had wet the bed on purpose. It was nothing a simple spell could not handle in the briefest of flashes. It was entirely unthinkable to do that now, with a lover beside him. He could picture it now. Good morning, Severus. May I ask why our bed is all wet? What am I lying in? And what’s that awful smell? For with Remus’ heightened senses, the werewolf would most certainly detect it immediately upon waking. Snape could think of nothing more humiliating and less arousing to be discovered lying in his own pee, especially when it had been his choice to let himself go instead of holding it for the few seconds it would take to get to the toilet.
This morning, however, he was fairly certain that trip would take him an hour at least. Severus Snape did not have an hour to spare. He wasn’t even sure he had ten minutes. Snape glanced over at Remus. The man lay curled on his side, mouth slightly open, eyes closed, hand comfortably pressed between his knees. Try as he might to picture Remus awake, hard, and wanting him, Snape could not overcome the pains that wracked his body, making any form of intercourse entirely unrealistic. He was attracted to Remus, but could not even count on an erection to keep his other urge under control this morning.
And what an urge it was. The more worried he got about his options, the more he felt like peeing. It felt heavy and hot at his crotch, and it was just as possible for it to leak out slowly and uncontrollably as burst in a flood. Snape knew the feeling would only intensify the longer he waited and dwelled on his situation, but he didn’t think he could wait or dwell much longer. His thighs shook a bit as a fresh wave of urgency struck. Reluctantly, Snape reached down under the covers and cupped a hand to his crotch. Apart from the need to pee, which was growing every second, it seemed that was the only part of his body not in agony. He was still half-sitting, propped up on one elbow, and legs bent at the knees. If he brought his legs up, it relieved a bit of pressure and allowed him to press his thighs tightly together around his hand. That was good. That would last him a little while longer. Long enough to figure out what to do.
Think as he might, however, he could not come up with any option that was not humiliating in one way or another. He could try to get to the bathroom, but it was likely he would have an accident on the way. He could wet the bed and try to clean up quickly, but it was likely Remus would wake up the moment he began to release. He could try to hold it in for another few hours in hopes that his body would feel less sore, but it was likely his bladder would burst before then. He could wake Remus up and ask for help, but it was likely he would die of shame. Not to mention having Remus beside him the whole time, watching him squirm with desperation. Snape could almost hear Remus....
“Severus? Do you need to urinate?”
Mortified, Snape closed his eyes. The voice hadn’t been just in his head this time. Snape gritted his teeth. “Go back to sleep.” What was Remus doing awake already? It was barely five in the morning and Remus could sleep until ten on a normal day.
“You were bouncing the bed. I can’t sleep when you do that.”
The realization was shocking. He understood that unconsciously he must have been bouncing in place, trying to keep moving to keep the pee inside. If only he’d had more control, then Remus would still be asleep, but the pressure was already too intense for that. Snape froze as a spasm struck him. His legs quivered and his grip tightened. He squeezed his cock tightly. Was he imaging the way it pulsed, the way urine seemed to be filling his cock, already trying to get out? “Go back to sleep, Rem.” he whispered.
Remus sat up fully, so his head was a few inches above Snape’s. He gave the man a soft kiss on the top of his head which, thankfully, did not hurt. “It’s all right if you need to go use the loo. I’ll be here when you get back.” He yawned powerfully and pulled back the covers to make it easier for Snape. “If you’re lucky, I might still be awake.
“I…” Snape shook his head. He lowered his legs and removed his hand from between them to make himself look more presentable. He only just resisted the urge to bounce in bed again. Though he hadn’t realized he’d been doing it in the first place, it sounded like an excellent thing to do now. The need was so strong. Remus reached out to him, putting an arm around him in comfort. But Snape inhaled sharply in pain and Remus pulled back immediately.
“You’re hurt. I remember now. You’re hurt and… wait, can you get to the bathroom by yourself?"
Snape could now add an inability to speak to his list of afflictions. He could not speak of this out loud, not even to lie and deny the utterly obvious.
“Oh, Severus. You should have woken me up if you needed help.” Lightly, Remus caressed Severus’ cheek with the backs of his fingers. Snape’s right cheek was scraped raw but his left one was all right, and he practically leaned into the sweetness. It was just a touch, but it was a reassurance he needed just now. And, suddenly, the possibility of humiliation was replaced by the fact that he was not alone. Remus was going through this with him. Remus was understanding and clever. Remus could surely think of something Snape, in all his suffering, had overlooked.
Snape still could not ask for help. But he did open his eyes and meet Remus’ gaze.
“If you cannot make it to the toilet, then we can bring the toilet to you."
Snape blinked, not understanding. Then he suddenly felt overwhelmed by the desperation. He didn’t know what Remus was suggesting, but any possibility of wetting at this point was beyond his wildest desires. He wanted to pee so badly. More importantly, he had to pee so badly. He could feel it inside him, filling him, needing to gush out. The mere idea of relief made him hyperaware of the pressure of his bladder. He put both hands to his crotch again, holding himself more tightly than ever. He knew Remus was watching, but if he didn’t do this, he might start going any second now and that was utterly unacceptable at this point. He could sacrifice a bit of dignity in order to save himself complete humiliation.
The urge took too long to pass. He trembled and squeezed and he thought that a bit, just a tiny little bit, had perhaps leaked out. His crotch was so warm, and he was sweating, so his hands felt slightly damp already and it was difficult to tell. But he’d felt something… and he had been so close for a moment. It was all he could do to hold back. Maybe it was a drop, or maybe two, or maybe his shorts were wet. He refused to let anything more happen. Clenching, straining, Snape regained his control. There was an awful pain in his abdomen now, though. He had to get to the bathroom immediately. It could not wait.
“Goodness,” Remus said, inspecting the scene before him. “I didn’t realize it was so bad… you really should have said something. Here, let me help.” Instead of helping Snape up, Remus made a move towards Snape’s cock.
Snape’s eyes grew wide as Remus reached down and took hold of his cock, squeezing it with a strength that Snape’s body hadn’t been capable of. It felt so much better now, with Remus rubbing, holding. Remus was surprisingly good at this. Remus moved his hand around on Snape’s cock, the unexpected motion keeping Snape from focusing on the urges. He seemed to understand exactly what Snape needed. Remus’ other hand moved under the pillow for his wand. Snape watched as the man levitated something out from beneath the bed.
It was a cream and blue patterned, ceramic chamber pot. There was a lid and a large handle. Snape was instantly excited at the sight of it. “I know it’s not gorgeous, but it’s clean and should serve its purpose if you want to use—”
“I want,” Snape said at once, his voice low and eager. He could already imagine how wonderful it would be to use it. The thought of wetting in front of Remus was less than pleasant, but a chamber pot was made for just this purpose and he really didn’t think he could hold back much longer. It was the most dignified of any solution available to him… as it was the only one available to him.
“You must really need to pee to be so agreeable,” Remus said, not maliciously. He sounded calm and almost impressed. “Is that true? Do you really need to pee?”
Snape closed his eyes again. Sternly, “Remus…” Remus slowed his actions upon Snape’s cock, not releasing it entirely but doing just enough to make Snape wince and shake. Snape wiggled around a little, trying to press his cock harder into Remus’ palm. His cock was tingling. The urine was only a second away. But his whole body hurt when he moved. Urgency and pain overwhelmed him. “Remus!” He was frustrated, but stopped short of pleading. Severus Snape did not beg.
“A nod will do, Severus. Are you truly desirous to pee?”
Snape paused, then nodded. “Obviously."
“And you would like to use this now?"
Snape nodded immediately. “Yes, now.” He added, softly, “Yes please. Now."
Remus nodded back. “All right. Let’s get you ready. I’ll try to be as gentle as possible.” He helped Snape sit up and kneel on the bed. Remus slid a pillow under his arse, to help cushion the position and let Snape lean against him as it was more comfortable. Snape would have liked to have had privacy, but every bit of him ached and trembled and he didn’t trust himself.
Meanwhile, Snape resumed urgently squeezing his cock, finding that his grip wasn’t as nice as Remus’ had been. Snape’s pulse raced. His heart beat loudly. His breathing was shallow and his body cried out for release. He looked over at the chamber pot, which Remus held by the handle, out of Snape’s reach. Before Snape could ask for it, Remus said, “I have a favor to ask, first.”
There weren’t enough swear words in any language to match Snape’s emotions. He stopped himself short of saying Anything! Instead, he snapped. “What?”
“Afterwards, I’d like to…” He looked down at his lap leadingly.
At first, Snape thought Remus must mean he had to pee as well. Surely the chamber pot would be big enough so that they could both use it to empty their bladders, and it was Remus’ after all, anyway. He shouldn’t need to ask permission. Then Snape realized what Remus meant. Snape had to be careful with his wording, not wanting to sound as though he were whining. “My injuries make it difficult to move, Remus, let alone make love to you.”
“All I’m asking is for you to be here with me."
Snape could do that much. It was a small price to pay for much-needed relief. “All right. Just… Remus…” Remus’ name was suddenly synonymous with I have to pee. “Remus… Remus!” For the briefest of seconds, Snape suddenly felt like letting go right then. I need to pee. He felt like letting it out then and there through his nightshirt and around his fingers. I want to pee. He felt like letting it soak him and the bed. Please, please. I have to pee right now! It was a strange feeling, especially as he leaned gently into Remus’ side for support and the vessel of his salvation was so close at hand. Right now. Let me pee right now! Surely it was his headache or his desperation or both which had brought the feeling about. Snape began to tremble with the effort of restraint. I need to, want to, have to! He moaned out loud with desperation, thighs grinding together, hand squeezing tightly, bladder pounding, urine leaking out. I am… It’s too late! I’m wetting!
“Here, Severus.” Remus had set the chamber pot down on the bed in front of his lover precisely at the perfect moment.
Like a knee-jerk reaction, immediately a spurt of pee shot from Snape’s cock. Snape was too worried to feel shame, and merely hoped Remus wouldn’t notice. It had started, and he wasn’t sure he had the energy to stop now. With the lid off, he could see the pot had a nice, thick rim and a large, empty basin. Snape yanked up his nightgown further to free himself completely.The shirt was still flapping and settling into place while Snape slid his cock just over the edge into the chamber pot, angled downward. The ceramic was cold for an instant against his burning, sensitive skin, but then it felt warm and smooth and, oh, just what he needed and not a moment too soon. He gripped the chamber pot between his legs, the same way he had been squeezing his thighs together. They still trembled and he squeezed harder. The urine came out with hesitation, in uncontrollable spurts at first, restricted by his nervousness and uncertainty.
But once he realized he was safe and able to relieve himself properly, his body relaxed enough for him to do the thing properly. It flowed out at full force, completely and unrestrainedly. It struck the bottom of the pot and the splash echoed in the emptiness for a few moments. Then the sound changed to liquid hitting liquid and filling the container, the pitch getting higher and higher as the level of pee inside changed. Snape closed his eyes, submitting to his body’s natural response and reveling in the relief spreading through him. He still felt sore and battered, but the pain in his gut was lessening and the feel of pee flowing out of him was so incredibly pleasurable. Such a relief… as though he’d never felt anything so good in his entire life. So much pressure finally released, and released properly enough. Even a shameful flush in his cheeks ebbed away.
Euphoria set in, causing both his pulse and breathing to slow. He was finally wetting, doing exactly what he needed to do. It took him over, relieving him of control, of urges, of thought, of everything except for the great relief. He drew a deep, long breath and let it out in a perfect sigh. “Remus…” he found himself whispering.
“I know,” Remus whispered back. “You had to pee. You couldn’t help it.” There was a gentle hand on Snape’s back, rubbing softly. “Keep going. As much as you need to. I want you to pee it all out.” Feeling so much better, Snape smiled and looked over at Remus with curiosity. The man was always a great comfort, whether Snape wanted him to be one or not, but this was a bit much, even for Remus. And then Snape noticed that Remus’ other hand had disappeared into his boxer shorts, and was moving in a familiar motion. “That’s it, Severus,” Remus went on unconsciously. “Keep wetting. Every last drop.”
Snape licked his lips. This was a development he had not foreseen. Now that he thought of it, however, he couldn’t imagine how he’d missed the signs. The way Remus never wanted him to get out of bed to use the loo in the mornings, the way Remus always offered to get him more to drink at meals, the way Remus lingered in the bathroom when the two were getting ready for bed. “Remus,” he said again, hoping the slight quaver in his voice would do something. It did. It made Remus whimper ever so softly and rub himself harder, faster. Snape recognized the same sort of desperation he had felt. “Oh, Remus…” Snape’s steady stream of urine began to slow, but was not at its end yet. Snape lifted his cock just a little, changing the angle so it could be seen more closely. The gentle golden arc shooting from his pale cock held both their gazes. Snape hesitated, sure he would regret the words the moment they were out, but entirely unable to stop himself just as he “Remus, I couldn’t stop wetting now if I tried!"
Remus, his eyes focused on the chamber pot and Snape’s cock, brought himself to orgasm two strokes later. He came as quietly as he could, with a harsh breath out and doubling almost in half. The pee stream tapered off a little while after, weakening then dribbling, dripping, and stopping altogether. Snape shook the last few drops off into the chamber pot, then pulled back and moved his nightshirt back into place. He sat there for a moment, with a warm, not-so-empty chamber pot between his thighs, then he reached over for the lid. Remus stopped him, giving Snape’ sore arms a rest. Remus waved his wand and banished the lot over to the loo with a spell.
With his bladder safe once more, Snape was reminded abruptly of the rest of his condition. The man nearly cried out as he tried to settle back down and stabbing pains seized his arm and side. Remus was there then, helping ease Snape back down again. However, Remus’ face was an unmistakable red, which made his light scars stand out.
“Snape…” Remus seemed on the verge of apologizing profusely and having a mental breakdown, when Snape hushed him. Snape reached out an arm and pulled Remus to him. It was painful, to the point where he almost regretted it, but Remus’ warmth and closeness were acceptable tradeoffs. He held Remus roughly, the way he always did, but Remus seemed exceptionally relieved.
Snape studied Remus’ face carefully, looking for something that might have given the man away earlier; he found nothing but the same old, handsome Remus Lupin before him. “You keep a chamber pot under your bed.”
Remus nodded. “For emergencies, such as this. Sometimes after a particularly rough full moon I am also too sore and weary to make it to the bathroom and…” He hesitated. “And I rather like the sensation.”
Snape couldn’t help but give just a little smile at this. “There are worse things in life than being turned on by a little wetting,” Snape told him, knowingly. “Wish you’d told me. Next time I will not be so reluctant to wet the bed if need be.
“You… do that, too?” asked Remus, timidly. “I thought, surely, a man like you would never.”
Snape knew first hand the joys of wetting the bed on a cold winter morning, feeling the heat the pee brought spreading outward soothingly. Not that the chamber pot had not been a delightful discovery- in fact, he was looking forward to using it again- but if Remus did not mind so very much... “Would it bother you if I did?”
“Only if you wanted to kill me,” Remus joked, his cheeks still flushed. Yet he moved in for a kiss that was far from gentle but nonetheless encouraging.
“Actually, I do have a favor to ask of you,” said the man who had asked only life or death favors in the past and refused to do so any more.
“Anything."
Snape smiled. “I’m feeling a bit parched. Could you get me a glass of water?"
Remus grinned. “I knew it. You do want to kill me."
“My body needs time to heal. I merely wish to stay hydrated, Lupin,” Snape replied, but the smile remained on his face.
Edited February 25, 2012 by WettingGurl06
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"There are a few different ways the game can end," I tell him, my voice almost indifferent, disguising very well my burning eagerness. His eyes are such a lovely, hard black, striking with an unforgiving power. He's trying to overwhelm me with his dominance - and ordinarily, it would work. Ordinarily, I would be captivated, I would duck my head submissively, not even aware I was doing it - the natural response of a slave to such a dominant Master. But this is not an ordinary occasion.
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Nothing much is happening - for he is asleep. Deep, even breathing causes a chest hard with muscle to rise and fall, and his sharp, predatory gaze hides behind pale lids that are faintly, very faintly, violet on the rims. Dark hair, almost black, falls in waves around his face, stopping just above his shoulders. He is a classic beauty, the very image of dominance. And he is naked, his flaccid maleness laying dormant on a downy bed of spiraling curls.
I wonder if the classically cut chair of dark wood will hold him, this lean, powerful Master. It doesn't look very strong, gleaming dully in the dim light of the close, stone-walled room, no larger than a walk-in closet. I think maybe it will hold him, if he progresses far enough before he begins to struggle. Maybe even if he doesn't. The larks-head knot loops a richly cream-colored rope a dozen or so times around his upper arms, elbows, and wrists, his upper chest, his abdomen, and in a more complex knot, binds his pelvis to the bend of the chair. That last is quite loose, though.
His feet are tied a little differently. You see, I wanted his legs to be quite moveable, but his feet must not reach the ground. Therefore, his lower half is only bound around the ankles, which are tied in such a way as to form shackles around them, rather than having them lashed crudely together. This is connected with a triple loop about four inches long to the bar underneath the seat, keeping his legs bent almost double at all times, but allowing quite a bit of movement.
I love movement.
But wait - he's awake. His breathing isn't quite as smooth and automatic, but his eyes are still closed. He shifts slightly in his seat, and I can see muscles ripple very slightly across his stomach. Can it be that he already has a need? Surely not - that would be too perfect. Life doesn't hand me gifts like that, does it?
"Hello, Jake."
I don't want to say his eyes fly open - it's a quick movement, but it's deliberate, controlled, just like every movement he makes. Nevertheless, his laser focus settles on me, and I'm almost shaken from my topspace by the blaze in them. He's no fool - he was aware of his situation, the whole situation, heartbeats after waking.
"You're the new girl." His voice is low, almost a purr, but it's feral. Unfriendly.
"Not quite new. That implies that I'm staying here - in truth, I only came back after the first munch to get you alone. It was an opportunity I couldn't miss."
"What, to tie me up?" That wild, controlled voice is derisive now. "And what was your opportunity?"
"Your drink," I tell him with a lazy smile. "I sat next to you at the table during dinner, if you recall. You'd been drinking quite a bit of alcohol, and so when you went to the bathroom, I spiked your drink with a sleeping pill - ambien. Nobody was surprised when you went out like a light. Passed out, they thought, from drink. Never occurred to them it would be something more. You've only been out for about two hours - I'm shocked by that, I'll tell you."
"You intend to kill me, then, to keep your secret?" There's no trace of worry in his voice, nor fear. His power over self is what attracted me to him - even now, the sound of his voice, the dormant violence sends a slow burn through my groin at the thought that this man, this Man, is under my control, even in only this little way.
"Kill you? No - I told you, I'm going home after this. Nobody here knows my name or phone number, and I took the bus to get to munches. You'll never find me. Why should I care if you know my secret?"
At this, a little impatiences shadows his eyes, just a hint, visible in the tiny tightening in the corners. "Then what is your intention, girl?"
I smile.
"You're going to wet all over yourself for me - and for the internet. They'll love you."
Now I get a reaction. His hands in their restraints ball into fists, and fury flashes in those dark eyes. His muscles flex, now, testing the restraints, but he needn't have bothered. I'm a nurse, I can surely restrain someone without fearing escape.
Then, like all those who have real strength, rather than the affected sort, he realizes that this is something he has no real control over, and makes his mind not to even try to avoid it. He'll get free all the sooner that way, right?
Wrong. I have to say something quickly, to head it off. There has to be a way in his mind that he can get out of this unscathed, unshamed. There's really no way, of course. But I'll make him think there is. "You see, we're going to play a game."
"There are a few different ways the game can end," I tell him, no emotion in my eyes, but a deep, eager burning in my groin and a jumpy excitement in my belly let me know the lie. "You know the first, of course - You wet yourself. But of course, there will be a penalty for that. I'll leave you here until someone finds you. I've set a message to send from a false email address to the leader of your munch, in 48 hours, telling him where to find you, and that you may need medical assistance. But that would be very unpleasant for you. Not the least because a video of the first 36 hours of that will be sold all over the internet."
"And the other ways?" He's not happy now, not in the least. I allow myself a small smile. This would be so much easier with a submissive, but my god, is there anything more primally arousing than a powerful man losing control?
"Another is for you to last four hours without losing significant bladder volume. If you succeed in this, I'll let you use a portable urinal, then give you your clothes back and release you. The video will be destroyed."
"How can I know you'll keep your word on that last," he demanded.
"You can't," I say simply. What choice does he really have, though? "The last way is for you win our game, instead of it just timing out. I'll warn you that it's quite difficult to win, but still easier than holding four hours under my terms."
"The game is this - I have a gallon of water here." I indicate behind me many bottles of water, stacked neatly. "You'll drink four bottles that start the game. We'll wait a half-hour, then. After that time is up, the game really starts. I'll roll a D100 - that;s a 100 sided dice, sort of - and if you get a multiple of 20, you're free to go. You win. Anything else, and you get another bottle of water. You can roll once for every bottle of water after the first four, and you're permitted to either do them right on top of eachother, or you can wait."
They're not full-sized bottles, they're the half-sized that they give out at some events. So four bottles is about enough to fill your stomach without too much effort - he can probably take six at once without vomiting it back up, maybe even eight. But it only takes one stomach-full to make you fill up pretty quickly - the rest of the water is psychological, really. By the time the first load makes it through, there won't be room for any more.
I can see he's decided to play along with my game. It's not defeat, not yet - he's still condescending to behave. He assumes he can get loose if he tries hard enough. He'll be defeated, though, in time.
"Roll, then," he tells me tersely, a growl of anger in his voice.
I scoop a bottle of water up in pale hands first, unscrewing it and holding it to his lips. "Drink, first." He does. The first one, then the second, then the third, he has no trouble downing. By the time he reaches the fourth, though, his stomach is visibly distended. He shifts in his seat with discomfort. I smile, watching the muscles ripple across his abdomen as his bladder begins to contract slightly, protesting the addition. Still, it's obviously no trouble to contain it. Probably he's not worried yet, not seriously. "All of it." He tilts his head back, accepting the fourth bottle, grimacing slightly as his stomach protests the excess fluid.
He's not worried, but he's forgotten something. There's a hormone in the brain called ADH - antidiuretic hormone. It causes you to retain water, and it's suppressed with alcohol - in other words, alcohol is a diuretic. He probably has to go quite badly already, and doesn't realize the danger.
Half an hour passes uneventfully.
I roll the dice - one d-10 labeled with tens digits, and one labeled with single digits. They come up "10" and "1". 11. Not good enough. I smile sweetly and point to the dice on the ground. He can read them easily from their meager three feet from his feet.
"You can drink your water now, or save it, and your next roll, for later. Just let me know when you're ready for it." He decides to wait, and communicates this by turning his head to the side dismissively. It's clear his stomach is just too full for another bottle right now. Besides, the less he drinks, the better his odds are of reaching the 4 hour mark.
But he's headed for trouble now, and he can see it. Lean, powerful thighs move reflexively every couple of minutes, and I can see his abdomen contract to counter bladder contractions, every so often. He's passed the point of passive signals - now he's receiving an urge. It should have come before now - he "broke the seal" at the party a couple hours ago. I'm not sure why it didn't.
Distress crosses his supremely masculine features. He is worried now. He's no longer sure he can last the next three and a half hours, but if he plays the game, he knows he won't. He has to choose. He does.
"Water," he says, a touch of hoarseness in his tone. The slow burn becomes a flash fire, a bolt of lightning that shoots from my clitoris up and throughout my body. I can feel a very slight moistness between shaved lips. I hold the fifth bottle to his lips. He drinks it silently, and does not speak when I roll, or when it comes up as 54.
"Tell me when," I say lightly, smiling. This is a fantasy come true for me, something I never expected to get to see. I'm delighted. Well, actually, that, my dear, is what you call an understatement.
Him, not so much. Muscles are clenching low in his belly, all visible on a body with very little fat. I can actually see the strain, and it's the most beautiful artwork I've ever seen. Another wave hits, and he clenches his fists. The hiss of air between his teeth echoes in the small stone room.
"How would it be," he seethed, "If I shouted myself hoarse and called attention to your little game?" I laugh.
"Sweetie, you're in a dungeon, these walls are stone lined with cork. By all means, scream yourself hoarse. Nobody will hear you."
"Water," he says sullenly. His control is starting to crack. He's bouncing his legs continuously now, and every couple of minutes makes a tiny groaning noise in the back of his throat. But when I hold the water bottle to his lips, he drains it. His eyes are rapt as they watch the dice fall, even though his torso is twisting and his legs and moving constantly. As the dice clatter to the hard tile floor, I see something so exciting, I forget to gloat.
His manhood is no longer lying passively on that bed of dark fleece. In time with a new contraction, induced by the 98 laying on the floor, it flails once, wildly, and he seems to clench every muscle in his body. Harsh breathing echoes around the room, mine from arousal, his from his rising desperation. He moans, and with that sound, his self-control is shattered, gone. Hissing gasps are now accompanied by a light sheen of sweat. It's clear he's in real pain. His penis flicks again, its contents fighting to get out. Another low moan, and a whispered, "Please, no - " and I can see a point of light there, glistening at the end of his manhood, growing slowly larger. "No!" his voice cracks.
The droplet wells forth, and slides down the head of his member to hang from the ring, followed by a tiny trickle of liquid. "Ahhhh-" he growls, and with a supreme effort, stops the trickle altogether. But this has cost him. The wave passes, but leaves him shaking, his face darkened and sweating.
"W-ater," he hisses, pain screaming in his tone. His eyes are wild, desperate. I know this is the very last thing he wants, but he knows there's no other way to get out. As I tip the water bottle back, having pressed it to his lips, I look down, and my eyes snag on the hard mound above his pubis, an obvious protrusion. He's fighting so hard, and there's so little chance that it'll come to anything but his face all over the internet.
The water goes down his thoat as quickly as he can make it - he actually sucks the bottle, trying to get it down faster, then flings the bottle aside and shakes, quivers with effort, and he waits for me to roll the dice. Something garbled comes out of his mouth, and I have no clue what it is he's trying to say, but I get the gist.
Dice fall.
23.
His eyes almost fill with tears at the sight of that number. "Water!" he cries, "Give me another one!" It's clear the whole world has sped up to a thousand times normal speed for him. He can't sit still, his thinking is fractured with panic, pain, and desperation. Reality has become very twisted in his mind. This next bottle goes down even faster than the first - so fast that I worry he'll be sick. But he keeps it down, and I eye him evilly, holding the dice in my hand.
Dark, pleading eyes watch raptly my dice hand, but his own hands are straining at their bonds, trying with every bit of effort he can muster to reach his manhood and somehow hold back the coming flood. "It's coming it'scomingit'scoming'scomingohfu-uck," he says in an undertone. He rocks in time with his rapidly beating heart, his face contorts with effort and pain, and his manhood twitches again once - twice - three times. And this time it's not a trickle, but a bursting full-on squirt. I don't know how he manages to stop it, but after a couple of seconds, he does. Muscles twist and flex, and his breath comes in gasps. "Throw it!" he shouts. He thrusts his hips in the air, in some random, desperate movement. Then he gasps again, and I can't take my eyes off of him to drop the dice.
I'm literally immobilized with heat and shocking pleasure, and I add a gasp on my own, the sounds echoing in our ears in the chamber.
He writhes, shaking, weeping now, his body soaked in sweat. Mesmerized, I move a couple of steps forward, and press a hot, sweaty hand to his grossly distended bladder. "No!" It's a quiet, restrained sort of scream. He lurches forward, curls in on himself, rocking madly and every muscle quivers. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck -" He can't stop it, though.
Suddenly, it's everywhere, hot, liquid gold comes more in a blast than a flow, and he's not trying to stop it anymore - his whole body has gone limp. His tired muscles could not longer hold out, and he rides the pleasure and relief of all that finally hissing out of him. He's covered in the stuff, and there's a puddle beneath the chair, but he's still wetting, he can't help himself.
Finally, finally it's over. He leans over as far as his restraints will allow, panting, head ducked, with his hair falling over his face. "Good - " he gulps in air.
"Good girl. You did well."
I beam. "Thank you, Master!" |
"There are a few different ways the game can end," her calm, deliberate voice purrs. His eyes widen in surprise, because she has just quoted me word for word – but the effect is good. He realizes that once again, his fate is in somebody else's hands. Just because the role-play has been stripped away doesn't mean he's any less in her control. "Yes," she whispers, "You remember those words, don't you?"
He nods – what else can he do? Waves of rich brown hair that falls to his shoulders gleam in the dull light – a well-tanned face shows no signs of distress, except at the corners of his nearly black eyes. She's really screwing with him, though, because while she's treating him as a submissive, I'm here. The presence of his slave pretty much locks him in topspace, because my Master has always reacted more strongly to a slave than a Mistress, even though he's a switch. For right now he can handle it, but later….
This is an occupational hazard, unfortunately, of being one of those switches who always tops some people, and always bottoms others. While he's a very strong dominant, he does feel the need to submit, so he has me, his slave, and Her, his Mistress. I'm her slave, of course, through him. In this household, her word is law – she has been elevated nearly to the status of Goddess.
She gave him quite a bit to drink before tying him up, this Goddess of our household. The rest of the mini-bottles of water got good use – he downed several of them. My guess is that he drank something like 38 ounces – nearly a liter. While they're half the size of regular bottles, this is still quite a lot of water. That was the end of the mini-bottles, though, and I wonder what she's got planned.
I shift my weight from my heels to the floor on one side. This is a mistake – the concrete is icy, and the shock of its contact on my bare bottom sends a nasty shock through my full bladder. I'm not exactly in danger of losing control, but I still have to move – I bounce slightly in place, wincing. It's painful, though the pain is mixed in with a strange lightning-jolt pleasure.
She sees all of this, but his eyes were closed, so it's entirely possible he has no idea of my condition, only that his will surely surpass it. I was ordered to hold my water all day, and now I really, really need a pee – thinking about it makes me bob in place again, shoving my pussy into my thigh as I twist. It eases somewhat. He'll know soon enough.
See, this is something really clever that she's come up with – how much more torturous will his weight be when I sit before him? What will the sight of my twisting and curling, my hands thrust desperately in my tiring pussy to try and stop the inevitable, my moans of pain and hisses of shock at each passing wave do to him? How much harder will it be to hold on– and he must hold on, because she has told him to, and we both know what happens when she doesn't believe you tried your absolute hardest – at the sight of a hissing spray of urine splattering through my clutching fingers, my moan of the relief he cannot have?
But I am mostly still – and must be more so now, because his eyes are open.
"Girl," she says to me, "Tell me what you see." This is a favorite game of hers, to make sure we're paying attention. I nod, and study the man closely, shifting back into a kneeling position. This won't look strange to Master – he won't see anything odd, just a slave going back into position after moving to allow circulation.
"Mistress, I see Master tied to an oak chair with dark varnish. The chair has two arms carved into a blunt knot that curves down, which extends far enough that arms resting on them can grasp the ends. The legs are thick and knotty, and there is a crossbar an inch or so beneath the seat. The seat is cushioned with a wine-colored velvet pad, which extends up the back. The back is high, and comes to above Master's head. There are D-rings on either side of Master's neck, Mistress."
"Good girl," she tells me, rewarding me with a rare smile. It doesn't soften her hawk like features, but I smile with joy, because she is happy with the details I provided. Her gray eyes gleam with amusement, and slightly reddened lips part to speak again. "Now the man in the chair."
I survey the leanly muscled man, tanned, but not grotesquely so, with every part of him hard and toned. He is naked, his flaccid manhood resting on a soft bed of black curls, which match his hair. "Mistress, Master has dark brown hair with slight red highlights, falling in waves to almost his shoulders. It is loose, and mostly covers the silk scarf that is threaded through the D-rings and holds his neck firmly in place against the back of the chair. The scarf is the same dark red as the chair cushions. His face is very masculine, with black eyes and strong brows, and a goatee. His chest has very little hair on it, but is extremely toned. This is tied to the chair with several loops of the larks head knot, making a very neat image. They pass under his arms, which are lean. The arms are bound with a rope shackle – the larks head knot again – with plenty of room to move them, nearly a foot of slack. They are not tied to the chair. His knees are unbound, but his ankles are shackled as well, with just as much slack, and a triple loop of rope connects the center of the slack to the crossbar of the chair, tying him in keeling position. His stomach is no longer distended with water, Mistress."
"Good." Another smile. I am doing well – she is pleased with me. "Now, girl, you did well last week – I reviewed the tape. The idea of doing a game was creative, but you didn't take it far enough. So we're going to be playing this game again today. As you can see, he's already had about 32 ounces of water. So now, I think, it's time for me to explain the game."
"As last time, there are a few ways the game can end. You can call "red" if you feel that damage is being done – I know you've played with desperation before, so you should know if you're feeling anything unusual. This will end the game immediately." Despite the pain he'll be going through, I know he doesn't want that. He won't safeword unless he's in actual danger. "You can lose the game by wetting yourself beforetime – not leaking, but actually losing control. Or you can win the game. If you can last for four hours without losing significant volume, or roll your freedom on the dice, as with last time, you will win the game. The reward for willing is quite nice – I would try if I were you. Fail, though, and you'll play this game again with clothes on, in public, while grocery shopping."
He blanches – he is not an exhibitionist, and the idea of wetting himself in public is terrible for him. He has made up his mind to win this game, or die trying.
"The dice, Mistress?"
"Ah, yes – we're using a rather different system down." Deceptively dainty hands reach into her front right pocket on her jeans, brushing the end of her blue button-down shirt as she pulls out a folded piece of paper. "A key for the dice rolls. This will tell you what each roll means. Every fifteen minutes, I'll roll the dice and pour your drink, and during the period before the next glass of water and dice roll, you'll be subject to whatever is rolled." With brief movements, she pins the paper on the wall above my head – I sit directly in front of him. I twist my head to look.
It's a regular sheet of paper, on which are ten lines in bold, clear writing.
1 – Dripping
2 - Ice
3 – Extra Fluid
4 – Hands Bound
6 – Freedom
7 – Extra Fluid
8 – Forced Leak
9 – Direct Pressure
10 – Extra Fluid
I watch his face go white as he looks at this list – Mistress has a very refined taste for cruelty, a very deft skill. I feel my bladder contract in sympathy looking at what may be done to him – and I bend slightly at the waist, squirming in discomfort. I'm not in a great position either. Suddenly, while I look, I notice that he's shifting, too, the barest trace of distress on his face. Is it just the lighting, or is there a very slight bump in his lower belly?
"Shall we begin the game, pet?"
"Yes, Mistress," he answers, his voice clipped. He betrays no emotion in his tone for face now. Perhaps he's hoping for mercy, or maybe he just knows that there's worse to come. I can only guess. But as I watch him rub his thighs together once, quickly, it's not a hard guess.
Still, I know what's going on inside him. Now past his stomach, his large intestine is absorbing huge amounts of water and dumping it into his blood stream. His blood volume isn't any higher, though, because in another part of his body, his kidneys are running his blood through a filter, pulling out all of the water, which is travelling down tiny tubes called ureters to his bladder.
I see her kneel, her fiery curls spilling over her shoulder to frame her face. When she rises, I see that she has a collapsible table, which she sets up in several practiced motions next to his left hand, just out of his reach. It is round, faux wood. When she kneels again, I see that she has an enormous pitcher of – is that lemonade? Oh, yes, she can be cruel. A very slightly blue-tinted glass sits next to it on the table. And there's the dice – it's a D-10, a ten sided die.
Her hands fish something out of her pocket – an egg timer. It begins its high-speed ticking toward the next halfhour, and the sound makes me sudden realize how badly I have to go, too. I snake my hands around for a quick squeeze, which makes me feel a bit better – but my bladder is still aching in my belly, and I shift positions again, rubbing my knees together.
I see her reach for the lemonade, with its cubes of ice floating lazily at the top. The sound of the water filling the cup drives us both mad. He bounces in place slightly, and his hand moves to massage his cock, which is rising to half-mast. The impassive mask on his face cracks slightly, and my eyes widen in shock to see his look of desperation, so soon in the game. He moans. She is filling the cup as slowly as humanly possible, it seems – the stream of yellow fluid is less than a fifth of an inch in diameter, and makes a loud sound in the chamber as it fills the glass. His eyes are locked on the stream, even as it torments him, as are mine.
Finally, it's full. She hands it to him, instructing him to drink, and he shudders, a tiny hint of sweat on his brow. He can't hold still as he swallows the yellow stuff, though his eyes rise in surprise.
"Gatorade?"
"Electrolytes," she answers. Ahh, that makes sense. That's something I wasn't careful about last time. You see, if you flood the body with too much plain water at once, your sodium stores are depleted into your urine. Sodium is used to regulate fluid balances in your cells – so hyponatremia can be extremely dangerous. In the brain, the cells of the brain can become swollen with fluid, resulting in anything from confusion to comas. If it's bad enough, the cells can burst – and the victim will die.
Why didn't I think of that? Stupid. I gasp slightly, as a wave of desperation breaks over me, and suddenly my bladder is throbbing, hot and heavy and aching. I rock back and forth, trying to ease the pain. Head in the game, girl. And the game is indeed getting fierce.
His eyes are on me, now – he saw it. He's watching my movement with a horrified fascination, his jaw clenched, and one hand massaging himself again – helping with his hands the muscles which are rapidly tiring. I can see his muscles clenching on his abdomen, and it's fascinating to me, but his condition makes mine almost worse. I literally have nothing to distract myself with. Neither does he – and I'm making more fuss than him. My hands are between my thighs now, fingers digging in. Anything that makes me feel more in control.
She picks the die up. His breath echoes around the chamber as he hisses very slightly, tightening his muscles against his bladder's sudden pulsing. He's moving past the stage of "I really have to pee" and into desperation. The die clatters when it falls.
The dice comes up a three. According to the chart, that's extra fluid. I gasp at the sound of Gatorade hitting the bottom of the cup, which reminds me of the relief I desperately crave. I'm still in worse shape than him, much worse – of course, I was nearing the edge when we started. But he's not doing too well either. The sound and sight of the glass filling is making his need to pee much worse.
As she hands it to him, I see him swallow, hard. But he drinks it, and finishes it quickly. The effect of having twice as much water in his stomach is obvious. He's getting worse very quickly. He constantly makes tiny adjustments, now, though his hand only dips to his crotch very occasionally.
Really, this is an easy half-hour, though. The torment of extra water isn't too bad, compared to some of the things on the list – though some, I have no idea what they might be. The time passes quickly, but his situation is deteriorating rapidly. He makes odd noises now and then, and his movements grow slightly frenzied – almost as bad as mine.
"Are you alright, pet?" she asks him, falsely concerned. He nods tersely. "Don't lie to me," she tells him, her voice going hard.
"No, Mistress, I'm not alright."
"Whatever is wrong?" She wonders, an evil glimmer in her eyes.
"Mistress, I need to pee." Just saying it has a cruel effect on him, though, and he grinds his teeth against the need.
Tick, tick, tick, tick. The manic, repetitive noise is driving me crazy. The world is speeding up, and the sound makes it go faster, makes me need to move more – makes my need worse.
His eyes lock with mine, and we struggle in time to the ticking of the egg timer. The timer goes off with a little Ding! And we both jump horribly.
The next glass is every bit as painful as the first, the pouring noise driving us to distraction. Why did she have to pick yellow Gatorade? He downs it, and shoves the glass into her hand, his whole body curling around his crotch with a "mmmmphhhhh." He's about to leak. Will he? No. Not this time.
She picks up the die, drops it onto the table with a clatter. It rolls a one. A quick glance at the chart reveals that he's about to be subject to something called dripping.
She's pouring again – why is she pouring again? Not into the glass, though, but into her left hand, which is cupped. Dripping. Now I know what she's going to do. And I'm right. She stands to his left side with her handful of fluid, which he's now watching with fascination. Two fingers dip into it, and she uses them to drip cold Gatorade from his breastbone in a slow line down his chest. He shudders, his knees bouncing rapidly with the new addition. The droplets of icy water torture him, and he twists his lower body, grinding into the chair helplessly, while she moves down to his bladder.
A flash-fire runs through my veins as I see that his bladder is now visibly distended, a hard rock between his hips. It shudders as she drips cold liquid on it, and he twists madly, now panting. Sweat is beading all of her forehead. His hand is clamped firmly on his cock, now, and his knuckles are white. "Please," he moans.
"Please what?" she answers absentmindedly, dripping a circle of liquid just over his bladder. He shakes his head, as if trying to rid himself of a fly. I can see his leg muscles trembling. He's putting on quite a show. I bite my lip suddenly, fiercely, as another wave rolls over me, my bladder struggling to void. My fingers are jammed firmly in place, but suddenly, it's not enough.
"No -" I moan, hissing softly. Two pairs of eyes turn to look on me, one widening as I rock back and forth as quickly as I can, sitting on my heel now, my hands clenched in fists on my thighs. It pulses again, and I hear a hiss that doesn't come from my breath. Warmth floods my pussy. "No, no, stop, gotta stop -" And I do, somehow, manage to stop, even thought the relief is so sweet I'd almost rather die than stop. I do. For now. But I feel like I'm on a brink, and I can't think, only squirm and watch.
She turns back to him, satisfied that I'm still holding for now. "Sweetie," she says to him quietly, "remove your hands." His stares at her, shocked and uncomprehending. His mind is fogged with the need to pee, with the constant hammering of his bladder against his sphincters. "Remove your hands," she says again.
At the thought, he freezes, every muscle in his body pulling agonizingly tight, every fiber of his body fighting the leak that's trying to occur. "I can't," he moans, hunched forward as much as his rope binding will allow – which is not nearly enough for him. "I can't – please!" His voice breaks, it's pleading. I see now that this little thing, him being allowed to hold himself, has made a difference in this game.
Time has sped up for me, and people are moving with agonizing slowness. My breathing is quick. So it seems like it takes her forever to place her hands on his cock and lovingly prise his hands from it.
The result is immediate – he gives a while gasp and lurches forward, straining against the rope. I can actually see the muscles in his stomach ripple. He tries to grab himself again, but her left hand is all it takes to restrain his. He's on the edge, right there on the edge, and I don't know how he's holding on. Especially when she starts dripping on his engorged, twitching cock. I can't imagine what that feels like to him, the fluid running down his straining length. I really don't want to.
His breathing is ragged, and he's moving constantly, rocking, twisting, grinding into the chair. After only a second of the dripping, his cock twitches again, and a drop of his own fluid appears at the tip, a tiny stream oozing out. She releases his hands, and they fly to help his control again. He's moaning, almost in tears.
Ding! Another half-hour is over, another horror is coming.
An hour has passed since the game began. It doesn't seem like much time, but he was halfway desperate before we even started, and too, I'm beginning to wonder if she put something in his drink. I've been holding for about five hours now – I asked permission to pee and was denied it a long time ago. On the other hand, I haven't been drinking tons of fluid.
He's now had about a liter at the beginning, plus four eight-ounce glasses. Over two liters – there is no way he'll last much longer. He knows it, too, he probably worked this out ages ago. The thought of all that fluid makes my bladder flail again, and I whimper – and suddenly, my heel is flooded with warmth again, and the little cup made by my heel, buttocks, and thighs is half-full of urine and filling. I clench it shut again, and pain shoots through me, agonizing. Stopping that relief is the hardest thing I've done in a long time.
I look up, and tears spill onto my cheeks. She's smirking, but he's almost paralyzed with need, made worse by watching me lose it again. He's fighting, he's giving it everything he has. Both hands are on his cock.
She fills the cup. That sound, that damned sound. I teeter over the edge again, and this time, I can't stop it. I collapse in my place, muscles locked in position, unresponsive, and the warmth is incredible. The feeling of my bladder deflating, releasing, empty is better than I'd imagined. Relief, like nothing ever before. The bliss sweeping over me is almost blinding, and I buck slightly in place. Profanities are running through my head, as I ride the insane pleasure of the most intense orgasm I think I've ever had. It pulses through my whole body, and when it ends, I'm left shuddering, breathing hard. I look up meekly, apologetically, but she is smiling at me, so I must have done well.
My show is over, just in time for his to start. He's pale and shaking, and not looking at me, carefully not looking at me, but he heard. His legs are moving in a constant dance, twisting and knocking together and rubbing against eachother. His cock is completely flaccid again, and twitching angrily, trying hard to disgorge the contents of his bladder. The muscles on his chest are flexing, rippling constantly as he tries to fight his body's desire to void. When the die rolls again – I must have missed him drinking – it comes up with an 8, and I'm sure it's all over.
She smiles at him, and he whimpers in agony. Her hands touch his bladder, rock-hard and protruding quite visibly, and he shudders, twisting with pain and desperation. His eyes are wild, but blank – he's hearing the famous white noise, and is only semi-aware of anything but his fighting body.
Until she pushes.
It doesn't take much pressure for him to cry out in shock, and he wets for a good four seconds, hard enough to make a loud hiss echo around the chamber, before he manages to stop it. Oh, yes, it's over. The seal is broken. He's felt that relief, and now his body demands it.
He bounces in place a few times, but even he knows he can't fight any longer, won't even make it to the next dice roll. Bucking his hips backward into the crook of the chair, twisting, kneading his cock, he tries it all. But the next "leak" hisses forth for even longer, and I he groans from the effort of stopping it. The red fabric of the chair is soaked. His cock is still twitching, still fighting, and the next leak doesn't stop.
The relief on his face is unbelievable. His tired muscles relax completely, and there's just the hissing sound of urine leaving his flaccid cock, the panting, and then silence. Neither of us can move.
"Well," she says brightly, "It looks like you have a shopping trip to chaperone tomorrow, girl."
I swear, his jaw drops halfway to the floor. |
He swears under his breath - angrily, quietly, and above all, hopelessly. I look at him, at my Master, who is normally so stoic, and wonder at Her ability to break his placid composure. All it took was a little bit of time...
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"The game will be a little different this time," she tells him. "You already know you're going grocery shopping, but -" she stops, eyeing the tall, leanly muscled man standing before him, her stare challenging as it meets his own hawklike, somewhat discomfited gaze. "Is something wrong, dear?" she asks in her gentlest, most dangerous of tones.
"No, Mistress," he says tonelessly. Underneath his flat affect, there is a hint of excitement, though - in the flush on blood under the golden tan of his angular face, in the quickened pulse that beats at his throat, so very barely discernable, and in the swell beween his legs. I know as I watch the exchange, though, that this excitement is tempered with dread, even real fear.
"You're certain?"
"Yes, Mistress," he answers firmly. His weight shifting from one leg to the next every other second gives the lie to his words. She raises a single golden eyebrow and his gaze softens into submission, the Dominant side switching over to his submissive side - for he has both, and my presence makes it hard for him to submit. "Sorry," he mutters. She smiles, genuinely pleased that he admitted to his untruth, even in the roundabout way he did.
"As I said - the game is a bit different this time. I have a list of groceries for you, and if you can make it home with them dry, I will allow you to beg to use the toilet." His eyebrows come together just a little, forming the tiniest of furrows between them. "Yes, beg," she says dryly. "I said the evil word. You're a switch, but I will break you of the habit of switching back around me."
Ah-ha!
"Drop your pants," she says suddenly, eyeing his subtle dancing. He does, with no hesitation, though we are both wondering. She kneels in front of him smoothly, the pencil skirt she wears whispering softly with the movement. A tiny smirk crosses her expression as she sees his erection. The last two games, he had orgasmed recently enough to prevent this, but this time there was nothing to stop his reaction to his plight from showing.
She lifts up the top of his shirt high enough to view the subtle bump between his hips. Motioning me over, she bids me to feel. My cold skin on the hardness beneath my palm makes him shudder slightly. I can feel a rippled contraction, and he hisses very slightly. She is satisfied, and sends us out.
The car ride to the grocery store is uneventful, but the fun starts once we come in the doors. Fortunately for him, the grocery list is short, but he's very near the end of his control - for he has been holding all day. It's nearly six o'clock and he hasn't even peed from this morning - he's desperate to go, and even though he's trying to focus on his Mistress's orders, he can't think of anything else but going, going...
His motions are doing something to my body - arousal sears my veins, and my knees are weak with want. I've never believed the stories of women orgasming without touching themselves, but now I could almost believe it would happen to me.
As we walk through the store retrieving items one by one from the shelves, I can see his need worsening, reaching a peak. His breathing is hard, though he tries to conceal it, and every time we need to stop and read labels to find exactly what the Mistress has asked for, he bounces and dances and hisses with need from holding still.
Reaching the last few items on the list, he's really getting bad. Every few seconds, he has to stop and hold himself hard, and though he tries to control it, his movements are drawing curious and disapproving eyes. It's clear to everyone what he so desperately needs. His motions grow more and more frenzied - by the time we get to the last item, he's chanting under his breath, "I can do this, I can do this...." and most of the shopping is left to me.
At last it's time to pay, to wait in line. He moans quietly in the back of his throat at the thought of standing still, and I watch, mouth dry and struck by a flash of arousal as he holds himself again. My reactions are getting more and more unruly.
I realize I don't want him to make it.
Waiting in line is torturous for him. It's up to me to place items on the counter and take the bags as the items are scanned, because it's all he can do to stop from wetting himself. Suddenly, I hear a tiny gasp. He freezes, his whole body tensing, and it's like no one else exists, just me and him. His hands dive for his dick and wrap around it as best they can through the jeans, as he whimpers quietly. He's too late, though - I can see a wet patch the size of a silver dollar gleaming beautifully there. I pulse with heat and desire.
He regains control somewhat as we walk to the car, but I can tell it's eating him up, how badly he needs to go, and being unable to. The Mistress, by doing it the long way instead of just having him drink a lot of water, has ensured that he can hardly imagine a time without this hot, desperate need, this panic and pain.
In the car, he rocks back in forth in time with labored breathing, and it ocurs to me how lucky he is that we live only five minutes from the grocery store. He will, I think, make it. But I didn't count on what else the Mistress had in store. Another quiet moan interrupts my thinking, and I hear a tiny hiss of urine escape him.
He leaks on and off the whole time we are in the car. He swears under his breath - angrily, quietly, and above all, hopelessly. I look at him, at my Master, who is normally so stoic, and wonder at Her ability to break his placid composure. All it took was a little bit of time.
"Girl, take off your clothes," she tells me with a grin as we get in the door with the groceries and pile them on the counter near the doorway. I do, with a puzzled look. She motions for me to lay down - right there on the door in the kitchen. The hard tiles are icy cold on my back. Then she turns to him, as he stands there, fidgeting and grabbing himself. "You, too," she tells him. His clothes are pretty damp by now, so he doesn't mind this.
"Mistress, may - " he starts.
"Go on," she interrupts. A wild flash of relief and hope enters his expression, and his abdomen ripples with another hard contraction, which he tries and somewhat fails to contain. Before he gains control again, she motions to me. "Bring your slave to orgasm. But I want you inside her, don't just finger her." His jaw drops open slightly.
"B...but..." The eyebrow goes up. He takes a steadying breath and gets down on his knees. I am delighted by this turn of events, because I'm so hot and desperate for something entirely else, and besides, this may be the end of his control. I'm wet and throbbing before he even enters me, though I can't see how he will. I look, and unbelievably, he has an erection still. Didn't those go down when men have to pee this badly?
He pants a little with effort and plunges into me, his hands flicking lightly at my nipples, which normally is mostly for his own fun, because I don't have a lot of sensation there. Now, though, I'm hypersensitive, and I whimper with pleasure. His erection isn't as full as it usually is, but thinking about why it's not sends a whole new wave of pleasure through me. His finger finds my clitoris, and lightning bolts play along my skin, and up my spine. I'm so ready. He gasps and stops for a second, and I can feel him twitch inside me, which makes me moan loudly. Fluid heat fills me, and drips out on the floor. He hasn't come, though, he's lost control again, and by the way he grits his teeth, he's having trouble finding it again. That sends me over the brink, and I nearly scream as an intense orgasm rips through me, making me lift up into him as I pulse around him, making me turn my head and pant in the aftermath. Then he gasps again, and this time, it's for a different reason. He, too, pants. When he pulls out, he is soft again, and sticky.
Getting to his feet as quickly as I've ever seen, he looks at her with painful hope.
"You may be a switch," she tells him, victory in her small smile, "But to me, you are not a switch. You are my slave, boy, and you will proclaim this, or you will not claim your reward." He bends over with a gasp and the furrow between his brows is deep and pained. I can smell the faint tang of urine, so close to him, and I can practically feel what he does. The pulsing, the heat, the pain, sharp and hard in the member squeezed tightly in his hands. The feeling of teetering over the brink, of knowing that any tiny shock will be the end. The restless urge to move, to do something, anything to relieve the ache.
He will do it, and this is good, because for all his difficulty surrendering, it's what he wants. She is helping him, in this strange way, to declare his slavery once and for all, to find who he really is. In a way, I'm a little sad, because I know that even though he remains my Master, a little bit of that is leeching away every second. From now forth, he will be her slave, first and foremost, because in his heart that's who he is.
"Mistress," he says, absolute trust coming into his eyes to join the panic and desperation there, "I am your slave. Please, will you allow your slave to use the bathroom now?" He has absolutely no reserve left, no shadow of doubt in his mind that she is in control of the situation, and that if there is a problem, she will fix it. That she can fix this problem, if she chooses to.
She does. A warm, satisfied smile tells him this, even as her words do. "You may, my boy. Girl, go with him to ensure he doesn't do anything else." She grins wickedly, and I grin, too, because I know she's got plans for him. She nods, and it's like a starting gun going off in his head. He hobbles for the toilet, the iron grip he has on his crotch no less for having permission to pee.
Just outside the door, his breath starts coming harder and faster. He moans quietly and stops, and I see the patch of wetness on his light jeans shine with fresh pee for a second, before he manages to stop it. Somehow, he gets moving again, but in front of the toilet, his control breaks. Seeing relief so near, his eager bladder contracts for all it's worth, and he just tilts back his head and shivers with pleasure as hissing fills the room. I dash in and retrieve his dripping, hardening dick, still emptying his bladder forcefully, and point it at the toilet bowl. The stream catches me in the face as I fumble, and I blink with astonishment, holding it for him as he pees on and on. I pulse with pleasure between my thighs, and I gasp as the orgasm rolls over me. |
Hi,
Following my earlier Voyager fic, I was asked to write something about Enterprise. I'm not as familiar with this show, but I felt that the mirror universe would be more fitting for an Omorashi-themed story.
I hope you enjoy it.
Trials
“Stardate 2154.69, Judge-Advocate’s log. Investigation resumes into the recent events onboard ISS Columbia NX-02. Be seated”
The assembled officers returned to their chairs, awaiting the show. A shapely Vulcan female was brought forward, hands shackled behind her full rear.
“T’Pol of Vulcan, we have heard how computer systems on the Columbia had been sabotaged mere hours after its contact with your vessel, the Enterprise. An inspection revealed components of the virus’ source code in your personal data store, and logs indicate that your access codes had been used on the communications terminal. Do you have anything further to offer?”
T’Pol raised her head, and met the Judge-Advocate’s gaze from behind her long brown hair.
“Your honor, I would like the record to show that my right to a defence counsel has not been granted, and several other basic facilities have been denied me during this trial.”
Those in the front row saw T’Pol’s elegant legs shift slightly in her long overalls.
“It is so noted. Frankly, Lieutenant, you’re lucky you’re even getting a trial.”
Murmurs of agreement were heard throughout the humans in the room – the Vulcan people were not popular in this Terran Empire.
“Further,” T’Pol added, “I would like to bring into question the nature of the evidence gathered. It is my understanding that the data was too fragmented to guarantee a match.”
“A technicality” spat the Judge-Advocate.
“Regarding the communications log, I have admitted that I used that terminal at that time to carry out my proscribed duties onboard the ship”
“How convenient” he sneered. “Unfortunately for you, Vulcan, we have another witness. Call Hoshi Sato.”
The petite communications officer swaggered forward, her overall unzipped to reveal pert cleavage.
“Please state your name and rank for the record”
“Lieutenant Hoshi Sato, Communications Officer and Executive Aide, ISS Enterprise”
Coughs at the back of the room stifled derisive laughter at this euphemistic title. Those in the know understood her real role on-board to be facilitating stress relief for the vessel’s notoriously irascible commanding officer. Captain Forrest sat up straighter in his seat at the Board, appraising Sato’s bare midriff with ill-disguised ardor.
“Thank you Lieutenant. Can you please summarise the actions taken that resulted in sabotage to the Columbia?”
“Yes, your honor. I had concluded my morning duties at the communications terminal, and locked the station to perform tasks elsewhere on the ship. As I was leaving, I witnessed the accused crossing the bridge and using my station.”
“As I have done on many previous occasions-“ attempted T’Pol
“Silence! So, you’ve done it before, have you? Carry on, Lieutenant Sato.”
“Yes sir. When I returned at 13:20 hours, I observed several anomalous readings in the diagnostic I was running. I reset the program and continued with my duties”.
“And there we have it, Vulcan! You were seen accessing the terminal and we have records-“
“I must protest! There is no evide-“ cried T’Pol desperately.
“Be silent, woman! I’ve heard more than enough from you! Guards!”
At his command, one MACO soldier grabbed T’Pol by the shoulder while another jabbed her in the side with his stun baton. T’Pol convulsed as the charge ravaged her strained body, and a small damp patch began to spread between her tight legs.
Sato returned to her seat and crossed her legs tauntingly, smirking at her unfortunate colleague.
“Now…” uttered the Judge-Advocate “It is my understanding that Captain Hernandez of the ISS Columbia would like to address the accused.”
T’Pol was standing straight again, the moisture between her legs contained for the moment. Sweat was starting to form at her smooth temples as Erika Hernandez approached her.
“You’re doing very well, you know” whispered Hernandez into T’Pol’s curved ear. “I can barely see where you’ve leaked. A testament to Vulcan discipline, I suppose.”
Erika paced around behind T’Pol before leaning in to her other ear. “I don’t hate all Vulcans. Just the ones who sabotage my ship!”
T’Pol had been braced, but she still wavered at the blossoming pain in her jaw where Hernandez’ slap had caught her. Her knees wavered slightly as another jet of urine seeped into her form-fitting uniform.
“Our computer systems failed, but not straight away… no, we were in a nebula, monitoring an enemy transport route when your virus hit. Everything went down. We even had to seal all internal doors to sustain life support.”
T’Pol said nothing, using every meditation technique she knew in an attempt to control her fear and her bulging bladder.
“You think you’re in a situation now? I’d been on that bridge for five hours when we had to lock down. Hardly any heat, no shielding from the nebula’s light. No way to get to the head… and I really needed to get to the head.”
T’Pol closed her eyes at this torture, and even some of the crowd started to look uncomfortable.
“But I couldn’t! I didn’t have your Vulcan tricks… I didn’t have the excuse of a stun-baton to the kidney. I had to hold it in, through hours of pain and control.”
Hernandez leaned in closer again, and whispered “I even started to like it.”
“So if you ever get near a computer again, think of how you feel right now. I am.”
T’Pol risked opening her eyes and glancing at the prowling captain, noticing how her own abdomen was equally distended.
“I’ve been holding this all day, just for you.” She looked up at the bench. “Your honor?”
The Judge-Advocate nodded at the MACO troops, who dragged T’Pol to her knees as Erika began to shrug out of her jumpsuit. When T’Pol looked up again, the captain was down to the undershirt that hung to her bare upper thigh. Pacing on the spot by this point, Hernandez gestured to the troopers to get out of the way before moving forward, her proud slit just above the Vulcan’s field of view.
“Enjoy…” gasped Erika as she let go, her glistening stream hissing powerfully into T’Pol’s stoical face. Her dishevelled hair plastered back against her head as the hot micturition cascaded down her collar and brushed her full lips, held tightly shut as she still struggled to contain her own need throughout this sadistic onslaught.
Finally, the well ran dry and T’Pol was left spluttering as Erika basked in victory and relief. “You’d better not make any more mess, Vulcan” she muttered. She was about to step back into her discarded clothing when a smile crossed her cruel features.
“Boys, I need something to wipe with”.
Enthusiastically, the loyal MACO men set about T’Pol’s splatted uniform. They had practically torn it to shreds before finding any material dry enough to meet with Hernandez’ approval.
Erika pocketed the sodden rag as she finished adjusting her uniform, while T’Pol simply knelt in her drenched undergarments.
“A fine display of justice, Captain Hernandez” uttered the Judge-Advocate. “Can I take that as a ‘guilty’ vote?”
Laughter echoed around the oppressive courtroom, and after a few brief whispers the Board had prepared its verdict.
Captain Forrest stood, in his role as the accused’s commanding officer it fell to him to deliver the pronouncement. “We find the accused, Lieutenant T’Pol of the ISS Enterprise NX-01, guilty of the following charges: Sabotage, Wilful dereliction of duty in failing to safeguard an allied ship, Fraudulent use of access codes, Computer-related offences and Grand Imperial Treason”
“Yes indeed” replied the Judge-Advocate. “The only conceivable punishment here is death. Next… The investigation of Hoshi Sato into the recent events onboard ISS Columbia NX-02, namely incompetence in the execution of her duty and criminal-“
“WHAT?” bellowed both Hoshi and Max Forrest at once.
“It’s quite clear” replied the Judge-Advocate. “As a direct result of Lieutenant Sato’s negligence, a Vulcan had unrestricted access to vital Starfleet equipment with results as we just heard. That’s practically aiding and abetting, and she must be subjected to the same punishments!”
“Well, perhaps not exactly the same” giggled Captain Hernandez. “I don’t think I can drink that fast”.
Forrest looked in horror at his fellow captain, while the rest of the court continued laughing.
“This is intolerable!” cried Forrest, hastily paging through his notes. “Ah, here. Operational requirements. I don’t care about the Vulcan, we have hundreds of them, but Sato is vital to the continued functioning of the ship!”
More cynical whispers filled the room. The girl might have some oral talents… to say the least… but she was really nothing more than a glorified secretary and they all knew it.
“Be that as it may, captain, the statutes are very clear – the offense was carried out as a result of two people’s actions. That’s practically a criminal conspiracy!” screeched the Judge-Advocate.
The captain looked astonished. “This is ridic-“
“May I be of assistance, Captain?” uttered a shadowy figure.
The judge looked to the supposedly locked door. “Court recognises Commander Noel Madoxi, head of extra-terrestrial operations for Section 31”
“I couldn’t help overhearing your dilemma, Sir.”
These niceties was a calculated insult, all assembled knew that Section 31 operatives were the elite enforcers of Imperial Orthodoxy. They went wherever they wanted to, and overheard everything.
“I think we might be able to help. True, Imperial law dictates that these two must now share a punishment – but I think that might not necessarily be death, yes?”
“…go on…” stated Captain Forrest nervously.
“My teams have been working on Vulcan, and we’ve had a few problems… problems that I think your two young officers here might be able to help us with. Don’t misunderstand me, it won’t be pleasant for either of them… but you’re quite likely to get your gorgeous young Communications Officer back in one piece.”
Forrest felt trapped. He knew that his attachment to Sato had become a weakness, and having her killed would probably solve a lot of problems for him in the long-terms. However, Section 31 was now involved and offering him a way out? It seemed like he didn’t have a choice any more. And besides, there was no guarantee that they would both make it back…”
His moment of calculation over, Forrest addressed the sinister commander. “I accept. My crewmembers are offered on a secondment, to Section 31’s Vulcan project”.
“Witnessed” replied the Judge-Advocate. “Ladies, consider yourselves very lucky. Court is adjourned.”
The room emptied around T’Pol, still prostrate on the frigid floor in a pool of Hernandez’ cooling urine. Eventually MACO guards came for her, roughly dragging her limp form through the corridors and leading her finally to a cell with a washroom.
Despite her earlier degradation, T’Pol had managed to hold most of her fullness even as her fate was discussed around her. She couldn’t stand, but managed to drag herself across the cell floor and up onto the grime-covered toilet.
She didn’t even have the coordination left to pull down her sopping underwear, and simply pissed through the saturated panties for over a minute.
After a few more moments, her meditations took effect and she felt clearer. She glanced over to the hard pallet bed, and saw that a message had been delivered.
She got to her feet and hobbled across the room on sore legs, running the message through the terminal with this week’s resistance decryption key.
“T’Pol,
Unable to stop the trial but have found a Section 31 operative open to persuasion, has agreed to find alternative sentence. We had to surrender the location of Pa’Tiz temple, though he won’t be able to access the interior without a willing Vulcan. Ideally it won’t happen soon, any Vulcan aiding him will suffer at the temple’s defences. Even if this happens, the knowledge it protects is written in an ancient Preserver dialect and will be unintelligible without the aid of a prodigy in linguistics.
Live long and prosper,
X”
T’Pol closed her eyes again in despair, a lone tear puncturing her exhausted resolve.
To be continued... |
Today there are two chapters, because this is getting a lot more plot-heavy than I anticipated and I thought you all deserved some actual omorashi.
Demands
Overheated engines began to power down as the transport shuttle met the brittle sands of a Vulcan desert. Three MACO troopers disembarked first, tracking every errant dust cloud with their oversized phaser rifles until they were certain of the area’s security. Their signalling drew Commander Madoxi of Earth Starfleet’s Section 31 from the safe belly of the craft, and at his nod another set of troops escorted the two prisoners onto the parched plain.
T’Pol had not spoken during the trip, but Hoshi was alternating between screams of outrage and frosty silence. All this because she hadn’t locked her station properly… she knew she shouldn’t have had that extra glass of orange juice, but who was to know that they would have to stay on alert before the rendezvous with the Columbia?
Well, T’Pol had obviously known… Hoshi’s eyes narrowed again as she contemplated this added betrayal.
Apparently satisfied with their bearings, Madoxi stowed his PADD and set off walking toward a distant patch of fuzzy shapes. The troops followed in his wake, escorting the two prisoners with an occasional peek of interest.
After some minutes, the party arrived at what had resolved into a loose camp of archaeological tents and large supply containers. The desert was no less oppressive here, though the temperature was slightly cooler – a relief to the travel-weary officers.
A perky young Lieutenant approached the Section 31 commander.
“Sir, we’ve finished the preliminary scans of the substructure. It looks like you were right, the barriers are quantum-locked and we can’t identify the controlling mechanism.”
“At ease, Ranel. I think these ladies might be able to help us out there. Gather the team, briefing in five minutes.” replied the black-clad operative, seemingly unaffected by the harsh ecology.
Ranel saluted before setting off around the camp. Madoxi turned to the two prisoners.
“Glad to be back, T’Pol? It’s not exactly Shi’Kahr I know, but our work is of paramount importance to the Terran Empire. Wouldn’t you like a chance to make up for your unfortunate betrayal?”
T’Pol opened her cracked lips to frame a response.
“Oh don’t bother, the deals have been done. What about your little friend here? Ms. Sato?”
Hoshi looked at him appraisingly. He clearly had the power here, and long experience had taught her how power worked in the Empire.
“Commander… I know I’ve made a few mistakes. What I want more than anything is to make it all better.”
She didn’t notice any reaction, and risked speeding things up a bit.
“In fact”, she continued as she stepped closer to the well-garbed agent, “I’d do anything… I know I’ve been bad…”
He just glared at her, and Hoshi realised that she’d gone too far.
“Fortunately for you both, we have a job that needs doing and so far none of my team has been… dedicated enough. If you follow instructions and don’t make too much noise, we can have you both back on Enterprise by the end of the month.”
Madoxi had seemed slightly affronted at her approach, and Hoshi berated herself for being so obvious. Of course Section 31 would have been trained to resist the usual political manoeuvrings and seduction techniques that were rampant throughout Starfleet.
The commander led them both to the largest tent, where assorted specialists stood around a tactical display bench.
“Sir” reported a sinewy MACO Corporal. “We’ve identified weak points here and here.” Two taps on the tactical screen rippled in and zoomed the display. “However, the gravimetric interference is still too strong to allow transport and any who attempt to enter physically have not returned.”
“Well ladies, I think your mission is clear enough” offered Madoxi. “get in and find what we’re looking for. What could be more simple?”
Hoshi looked on aghast, while T’Pol offered the only commentary she could muster. “Respectfully, sir, I do not see what could be gained by risking further personnel.” She took a canister of water from a passing ensign, and stashed it on her belt. “while I acknowledge that we mean little to you, significant resources have been invested in getting us here. There must be more to this that you have claimed.”
Hoshi pouted at the Vulcan’s initiative, but grabbed her own water at the next opportunity. She began to swig greedily at the frigid container.
“Logical as ever, T’Pol.” offered the cryptic operative. “In fact, we do have reason to believe that you two in particular will be ideally suited for this infiltration. Please equip yourselves from the quartermaster and meet me outside in…” he checked his wrist chronometer “fifteen minutes, local”.
The adjacent tent was a disorganised storehouse of surplus goods, and it took the two officers a long time to find uniforms that would suit their purpose in this unforgiving desert. T’Pol immediately abandoned her prison-issue overalls and ruined underwear, standing bare as she folded some distinctive Vulcan robes to fall properly once worn.
Hoshi was surprised by the uncompromising Vulcan’s lack of modesty, and took the time to study the trained curves of her fellow prisoner. Next, T’Pol pulled on a pair of long hide boots beneath the flowing grey robes while Hoshi augmented her cropped uniform shirt with too-tight shorts and laced running shoes. She even managed to find some kind of dye-gel, which she promptly used to repair her smudged eye makeup. T’Pol did her best to ignore this pointless act.
Both women ensured that plenty of the treasured water canisters were strapped to their excursion belts, and T’Pol carried additional rations in a small leather bag at her hip.
As they left the tent, Madoxi handed them each a PADD and a set of polarized lenses. T’Pol almost refused the dark pieces of glass, but considered that she had been away from the Vulcan suns and might need additional protection from their powerful glare.
Attired, the party began to make their way back into the desert. Madoxi had made the decision to brief them en-route, claiming that it would save time.
“Ms. Sato, you may not know this but the Vulcan people’s history is surprisingly violent. Some of our most devastating weaponry is based on fundamentals first discovered by T’Pol’s people.”
T’Pol trudged on, doing her best to ignore this commentary.
“I see your friend is having another quiet moment. Never mind. As it happens, last year’s offensive was made powerful by the discovery of a rather massive Psionic weapon – the ‘Stone of Gol’”.
T’Pol missed a step, and narrowly avoiding crumpling to the rough sands.
“Ah yes, I thought that might catch your interest. It wasn’t stable, sadly, but for a brief time we were unstoppable in the heat of battle.”
T’Pol had heard claims from her contacts that an artefact had been involved, but she had not suspected that Section 31’s resources were so sophisticated.
“The temple that guarded that device was practically on the surface, and protected by a field less than one percent of the intensity you will see shortly. Can you imagine what we might find next, Ms. Sato? I’m sure your comrade doesn’t need to imagine… she was brought up with these weapons as part of her folklore. Don’t ever doubt that the Vulcans are a destructive species.”
After more slow moments of travel, the group had reached an unremarkable rock arrangement. The MACO Corporal moved first, ducking into a small gap and disappearing into darkness. Her troops followed, leaving Madoxi to gesture.
T’Pol waited several moments before taking the first step, squashing her ample chest painfully against the jagged rocks as she struggled to edge into place. An unsteady-looking rope ladder was barely visible at the interior of the structure, disappearing into a deep void below. Taking a deep breath to center herself. T’Pol reversed over the gap and began to descend mechanically, feeling a slight chill at her uncovered rear whenever the long robe billowed.
Sato followed shortly after, more nervously. She had been eagerly guzzling at their water rations, and was beginning to feel a premonitory tingle in her abdomen. She had endured for longer in the past, however, and settled for adjusting the fit of her clinging shorts.
The pressure was slightly increased by this arrangement, but she felt more manoeuvrable and started the long descending climb. In her case, swirling currents of deep air made their way into the legs of her shorts and caressed the exposed cleft peeking above their stretched waistband. The suns were still bright from above, glazing her exerted chest.
They both reached flat ground, and Madoxi was not far behind. The MACOs were inspecting the display panels that adorned a large generator, and one stood on guard at the point where a natural gap in the rocky structure had revealed a shimmering energy field.
“Alright, it’s all-or-nothing time. This device has been bleeding energy from the field as much as it can, and it’s almost at the point of discharge. That will mean we can’t re-enter this place for another ten years at least, and the higher-ups will not want to hear that it has happened.”
For the first time, T’Pol felt some sympathy for the strange commander. Demands were harsh enough in mainstream Starfleet, but she had heard terrible things about Section 31 ‘failures’.
“The field is primed to allow passage only to two Vulcan priestesses. We’ve managed to distort the wavelengths enough to allow one Vulcan and one human, but none of my people have the right genetic profile.” He gestured to some charred skeletons just beyond the field. “Fortunately for you, Ms. Sato, there’s a 70% chance that you will make it through without an issue.”
Sato wanted to scream, but saw that matters had been beyond her control for a very long time.
“Sir, the generators are in final overflow configuration” reported the corporal.
“It looks like time.” replied Madoxi. “Get in, find the artefact… whatever it is… and find a way to neutralise the field so we can beam you out. Good luck.”
Pressures
T’Pol and Hoshi each felt a tingle pass over their exposed skin as they negotiated the weakened field. To their surprise, they couldn’t hear the generator behind them. Hoshi shouted back to Madoxi, who mouthed silently before gesturing them both onward.
An irregular decline opened out into a huge, near-spherical chamber as they descended further. After a few minutes of steady exertion, they reached a low pillar at the centre. Energy swirled at their approach, and a hologram flickered to life.
Hoshi was confused for a moment at the flowing syllables that emerged, never having encountered such an ancient dialect. T’Pol seemingly had no problems transliterating; “This beacon is an initial security measure, guarding the artefact within. There may be others.”
Now that she was aware of the context, Hoshi listened carefully to the prepositions in the phrase. This was comparable to an annotated play she had once heard, and she was struggling to remember the syntax. After a few passes of the looped recording, however, Hoshi felt she had a rudimentary understanding of the meaning.
T’Pol showed little surprise, but seemed to acknowledge Hoshi’s expertise. “Regrettably I will be unable to assist in translating any written text from this era. An entirely different set of glyphs were used, and much information concerning that time has been lost.”
“I got it” retorted Sato dismissively. “It doesn’t seem to say what the test is…”
T’Pol risked a closer look at the projector surface, discovering a large contact point visible at its center. Trusting in these ancient guardians, she activated it.
A second beam emerged from the plinth, scanning them both with soothing blue beams before focussing on Hoshi. The effects were not visible immediately, but after a few seconds it became clear that her clothing was being disintegrated.
Hoshi screamed and jumped backward, but the beam followed and Hoshi was reduced to her bare skin after another brief moment.
She shoved an arm across her exposed breasts and cupped between her legs with her other hand, raving at the turn of events.
“What the hell was that? Where did all my gear go?” she screeched.
T’Pol contemplated for a few seconds before speaking. “I speculate that the guardians of this temple were extremely security-conscious, and did not wish to allow any foreign matter into their inner sanctum.”
“Then why didn’t they strip you as well?” Hoshi spat back.
“This gown is traditional, spun from natural fibers native to this region of Vulcan. I suspect they programmed in exceptions for items they found useful. This hide bag, for instance.” T’Pol lapsed again into silence.
“Well, I don’t suppose you have another robe in the bag?” demanded the humiliated lieutenant.
“Regrettably not, though at least we still have sufficient food and water rations” replied the placid Vulcan.
‘Great’ thought Hoshi glumly. The play of chilled air across her bare skin was a constant reminder of her filling bladder.
“I propose we move on” offered T’Pol. “The priestesses may have kept supplies somewhere within.”
Hoshi set off at an uncomfortable shuffling pace, reluctant to leave herself uncovered for a moment.
“It is illogical to attempt modesty at this time, Lieutenant” said T’Pol. “this is hardly an ordinary situation, and your human mores have little utility.”
Sato saw the truth in this, though she refused to admit anything to the Vulcan. They continued awkwardly until they reached a connecting door.
Hoshi squinted up at the legend above the chamber. “It says something about ‘waiting’, or perhaps ‘relaxing’.
T’Pol agreed with this interpretation. “These terms were used for the ritual cleansing chambers often employed in important shrines. There will likely be further guidance within.”
The two entered the smaller chamber, and were surprised to discover a large and appealing banquet laid out. Hoshi’s eyes, however, were drawn to a large banner hanging from the long wall.
“Does this tapestry have any significance?” she asked.
T’Pol studied it for a moment before replying. “I do not believe so. It is most likely the emblem of the house serving as this temple’s benefactor.”
“Fine”. Hoshi clambered unsteadily onto a nearby dresser, small breasts juggling freely as she jumped on bare feet to grab a section of the cloth. After several attempts, she pulled it free and stepped back to the ground before folding it into a loose toga.
The final result was not impressive, hanging only low enough to cover her rear if she stood still. She was satisfied for the moment though, and knotted it again over her smooth right shoulder.
“I’d not want to report for inspection in this, but It’ll have to do for now. What’s our next move?”
T’Pol looked around the room again. “This food has clearly been preserved by some means, probably powered by the main grid. Vulcan priestesses are unlikely to use such huge resources unless it served some ceremonial purpose.”
The two of them contemplated the spread. In truth, they were both too stressed to enjoy such rich food.
“I propose we wait as instructed, and see if we can locate additional information.”
Several minutes passed in the room with the feast, and eventually Hoshi felt she must speak up. “Did Vulcan priestesses ever need to use the bathroom?” she offered, in what she hoped was a neutrally inquisitive tone.
“There are no cleansing rooms here, the Priestesses would ensure their freedom from dirt before entering such a place.”
“But what about... comfort?” Sato offered.
“The Vulcan digestive system can retain bodily fluids for several days if need be, making such facilities redundant in a construction of this type” T’Pol replied dispassionately as she examined an umarked vase on a far table.
Although her own need was becoming more pressing by the second, Hoshi was fascinated by this claim. “Then what happened in that courtroom?”
T’Pol turned around, clearly disgruntled. “I had been in solitary confinement for two days preceding the trial, and the waste reclamation device provided to me had been damaged. I suspect this was done deliberately, to affect my performance at the hearing.”
Despite herself, Sato couldn’t help but empathise at this point. She was fidgeting with the bottom of her makeshift robe, and cursed every cold breeze that spiralled through from the large entryway.
T’Pol turned to look at her, softening her expression slightly. “I understand that human biology is less resilient. I regret that you have no easy options, as any failure of control on your part could trigger an alert.
Hoshi became more desperate than ever. “What kind of alert?” she demanded as she resorted to openly grabbing her crotch.
“The system that controls the power grid would put the tests into lockdown and activate the lethal defences, most likely a nerve gas. I would survive for some minutes before being rendered unconscious; you would not. I urge you to hold on.”
“You think I’m not trying?!” muttered Hoshi from bared teeth, winding her legs together and swaying back and forth. “You have to help me!”
T’Pol remembered an empty water container in her satchel, and started to open the bag. The sloshing inside the other cannisters made Sato groan with need, and she hastily wound her legs the other way.
The canister was not quite empty, and T’Pol sipped the last of its pure contents before starting to work on the opening with her phaser. This took some time, as the Section 31 officers had locked the prisoners’ weaponry in low-power mode.
Another wave of sweat budded across Hoshi’s skin, chilling her even more. She dropped to her knees and sat down over her exposed heel, the brief robe riding up around her slim waist.
After what seemed like an age, T’Pol had finished enlarging the opening. She passed it down to Hoshi who snatched gratefully at the promise of relief.
“This container will only hold 200 milligrams, and I am reluctant to waste additional water at this stage. You will likely not attain full relief.”
Hoshi was almost driven to tears upon learning that she would somehow need to stop her imminent flow before it fairly began, but she remembered that even a tear might mean her death. In a delicate expression of control, she slid the canister into place beneath her bulging abdomen and started to release a measured flow.
The relief was instant, yet tainted by the demands of the situation. She wanted nothing more than to let her unwelcome fullness blast out of her with a deafening hiss. As it happened, she forced herself to only release a measured trickle that taunted and teased. In some ways the urge was growing more powerful as the insistent drips continued, as instinct and training led her body in trying to expel the heavy liquid.
After an all-too-short time she could see the canister almost fill, and exhorted her taxed kegels to hold on. It took a great effort of will, but after a few seconds she gained an unsteady equilibrium that let her stand again, if not be wholly comfortable.
Hoshi picked up the phaser diplomatically left on the floor by a silent T’Pol, and gradually re-sealed the canister.
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This is another (failed) attempt of a story I wrote quite a while ago.
I also uploaded it on fanfiction.net, so it`s not stolen from there, just in case anyone recognizes it.
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The sound of the falling rain mixed with the wind rustling through the leaves of the big, old trees in front of the Uchiha Mansion and roaring thunder from the storm.
Normally he enjoyed listening to the rain - it was a peaceful and steady noise, which helped while relaxing or meditating.
But it was a completly different story when being outside, exhausted and hungry, just like now.
Sasuke reached out for the big oak gates of the manor, opening them with a squeaking noise.
"Finally home..." This was the highlight of the day. And probably the last one, it could only be a matter of a few more minutes till midnight.
The Uchiha closed the doors behind him with just a slightly lower squeak, letting a sigh escape his lips: what a day.
"And what a stupid mission..."
No - he didn`t wanted to think about this anymore, he should be happy it was over.
All which counted now, was getting out of his soaked and cold clothes, clinging to his body like glue. Then a hot shower and maybe a small snack before he could reward his worn-out and tired body with a long and deep sleep.
The Raven slipped out of his muddy sandals, leaving them near the entrace to avoid spreading the mud in the whole house - it was already enough that he left a trail of water drips on the floor as he walked up the wooden stairs to the bathroom.
He turned on the lights, yawning deeply as he felt the sleepiness slowly taking over his body.
"Better do this quick or I might fall asleep right here."
A wise thought, especially after being awake for more than 24 hours now, he really had reached his limit.
As quick he could in his current state, Sasuke peeled the dripping wet shirt of his body, tossing it over to the washer - at least his accuracy hadn`t suffered yet.
Next he unbuttoned his khaki shorts, sending them the same way as his shirt and finally the briefs.
Now he stepped into the shower, being completly naked. An unusual feeling for Sasuke, normally he never exposed his body, only when he was alone at home and in situations like this: for showering.
As an Uchiha he had been raised a strict and dignified way, always being calm and serious, until...
No...that was another thing he didn`t wanted to think about, at least not now.
But he couldn`t stop these thoughts, he would never be able to. Not until he got his revenge, the Revenge for the murder of entire clan, by none less than his own-
"NO! STOPP!" It was enough, why couldn`t he just forget about it ? At least sometimes ?
"Because there is no forgetting, NEVER! You WON´T forget until HE is dead. He MUST DIE! It is your duty, your DESTINY to kill him for what he did to you and the name of Uchiha. The traitor has to die by your hands."
It was a dark voice, located deep inside his mind, which spoke to him now. He knew that voice, in fact it was himself, the vengeful and bitter part of him, always pushing him forwards, keeping his eyes focused on his goal.
And Sasuke was thankful for that, knowing he couldn`t afford to lose his goal.
The hot, almost boiling water from the shower felt good, restoring part of the body warmth he had lost in the unfriendly weather out there - and also made him feel even more drowsy.
Good thing he was alone here, he couldnt let anyone see him like that; Sasuke Uchiha, always being on guard and with razor-sharp senses, now almost collapsing form exhaustion...
"Mmmmmmhhh...so goood.." These words were the first thing he had said in hours...but it just felt too good, all the warm wetness, running down his pale, smooth skin first down his slender body and then on his legs.
After warming up he turned off the water, shivering a little now, that the warming liquid stopped and left the shower, quickly grabbing a towel from the stack, drying his body off and wrapping it around his hips, making his way to the kitchen to please his rumbling stomach, remembering all the times he made fun of Naruto for being always hungry.
And now it was him who almost became mad from hunger.
For a small moment he wondered if the Blonde found home safely after their chaotic mission or if he was still out there...all wet and cold and...
"What do I care ? It`s his own business." Really, why he was thinking about that Idiot now ? Shouldn`t he be happy, being all alone now, after his teammates annoyed him during the day ?
After checking the fridge, seeing that there was nothing quick and easy in there, something he could fix in a few minutes, he decided to drink just one cup of warm tea, slightly envying Naruto for his unlimited stock of Ramen.
Sure, the Uchiha wasn`t a fan of this dish, but right now he would`ve given anything for a steaming bowl of it. Just that one time, he really had no energy to cook anything of higher complexity.
He filled a kettle with water and put it on the stove while grabbing the tea box from the shelf and filling some of the dried leaves in a teabag, sitting down on the kitchen table, desperatly forcing himself to stay awake.
Five long minutes -which felt like eternity-later, the water was finally boiling, so the Raven stood up and poured the hot, bubbling water into the teacup, now only waiting a little longer for the horribly hot substance to cool down just a little so he could drink it. Only a little more and he could finally sleep, the tea would hopefully drown his hunger, making it bearable so he could sleep till morning.
Nervously he felt the temperature of the cup every few moments, waiting for the point on where he could safely drink the steaming liquid without burning his mouth and tongue, also knowing he was about to fall asleep any second, cursing Tsunade, the fifth Hokage for giving his Team this mission and also his teammates for slowing him down today, which was one of the main reasons why it took them so long to complete such a simple delivery task. It still made him go crazy, he knew that he would`ve been done HOURS ago - without the blonde Retard and the pink-haired bunch of uselessness.
For a brief moment he felt incredible hate for his team, making them responsible for being an exhausted wreck now.
"Without them I could be so much better and closer to my goal..."
But he also knew he had no other choice, if he wanted to become stronger he had to follow the rules of Konoha which meant that Genin like him, as strong and talented they were had to work as a team. And since he couldnt choose his team mates by himself he had to accept the fact that he was stuck with two idiots.
After a warming cup of tea, which finally had colled down enough, he stood up, maneuvering his way out of the kitchen, through the big, dark mansion.
He remembered these rooms being full of life, with not only his mother and father living here but also his whole kinship, the Uchiha Clan as one of the biggest Clans in Konoha had an entire part of the Village for themselves...and now he was the last one here, living in a place that was much too big for him, full of rooms not being used anymore and long, abandoned corridors.
Even the way from the kitchen to his room took him three whole minutes.
With a soft and relieved sigh he let himself fall down on his bed, knowing that he never felt that exhausted before.
At least they had a few free days coming, so he had all the time he needed to sleep and restore energy - a thought which helped him calm down before he fell asleep only seconds later.
He opened his eyes again after what felt like a very lng time, finding himself laying in the soft grass, surrounded by trees on a small clearing and with a strange emptiness filling his mind - he couldnt remember how he got there and not even where he was before. Actually he couldnt remember anything at all, not even who he was.
This thought worried him a little, but not as much as it probably should, facing the fact that he was there at some unknown location without any memories.
One thing which bothered him way more was his thirst, his throat felt uncomfortable dry and it almost made him cough.
Just in that moment he noticed a small pond full of clean and cool water.
A slight distrust formed in his mind, he was sure this pond wasn´t there before.
But his thirst was stronger than his caution - what should happen anyway ? The water didn`t looked deep or dangerous and the pond was barely big enough for one person to bathe in there.
The Raven bent down, scooping some of the cool wetness with his hand, drinking it and enjoying the feeling of the liquid running down, moisten his throat.
It was good but he needed more, leading him to bent down even further, taking a deep sip directly with his lips, now able to quench his thirst much faster.
But as much he drank and as good it felt, the thirst was still there, it was even growing stronger as he drank.
With growing confusion he continued to drink, still feeling no satisfaction.
"I must drink more..." It was probably totally wrong to keep drinking from this obviously cursed or at least very strange pond, but he saw no other option, slight panic filling the boy as he dipped his whole head underwater, hoping that his thirst would maybe go away if he only drank enough...more...more...
It was empty...
The boy stared down at the now dry pond - did he really drank ALL the water in there ? Even though it wasn`t big, the thought that he alone managed to consume all the water...it was just ridiculous, even though it surely worked - his thirst was gone, finally.
And it had to be true, since he was able to feel all the water inside him, sloshing around with every step he made, his entire body feeling heavy and bloated like a balloon.
Especially his bladder which was swollen extremly, even visible from the outside, creating a bulge on his abdomen and feeling so very hard and full when he touched it.
Theoretically this wasn`t a problem; no one was here - walking over to one of those trees and just...relieving the pressure from his bladder...it was really simple.
It just felt...wrong. Something told him not to do so, part of his mind even yelling at him that it was the worst possible idea.
But there was no reason to be scared, everything here was so relaxing and nice...why should it be wrong to take a leak here ? Should he even listen to these strange, unfounded thoughts ?
After all, his bladder gave him a completly different message, throbbing painfully between his legs..begging for relief.
"Ughh..." Damn, he really needed to go BADLY...which sure made sense after drinking an entire pond of water - he still had no idea how this was even possible.
Not to mention all these other strange things, starting with the fact that he had no idea where and most of all WHO he was - his memories still hadn`t returned.
The place itself was also strange...it was so peaceful and relaxing.
A little TOO perfect for his taste...could it be some kind of trap ? Or was he just imaginaging things ?
The pressure between his legs interruptes his thoughts again, becoming stronger and stronger with every minute and made it impossible to think about anything else now.
"Oh well...I just do it."
He stood up, slowly walking a few steps to one of the many trees, the urge finally defeated his caution, hopefully he wouldnt regret this.
Nervously he fumbled around his pants, pulling his soft penis out - his briefs were already slightly damp...this was really close, but at least he could relax his muscles now.
"Mmmmmmmmmhhhh..."
A heavy, gushing stream exploded from the tip of his member, splashing against the trees bark, spraying into every direction from the sheer pressure.
And it felt so good...so incredible and wonderful relieving.
One small yelp escaped his lips, he couldnt help it. The sensation in his body was just too much...it was just like salvation, pure bliss - godly warm and wet bliss actually.
Yes, warm and wet...all over his body, as if he was swimming in a warm lake.
A warm and golden lake to be exact.
Something was worrying about this thought - once again.
But compared to the good feeling of relief, his doubts had shrunk extremly, no longer being important for him.
Who cared about warm wetness on his skin not quite fitting to the situation ?
He sure as hell didn`t...
A small, painful moan escaped the sleeping Raven, laying on his side with the blanket covering most of his body, except for his head and feet.
But even with the blanket in place, the movement of his legs was still visible, both desperatly pressed together, slightly twitching as he rolled around on his other side for a few moments, then suddenly back to the original postion, letting another moan out before he started the same procedure again, rolling back and forth until he suddenly stopped moving and slowly spread his compressed legs...a small, dark spot appearing in the middle, shimmering in the pale moonlight, which now shone through the window, the storm appearantly ended.
With a hissing noise -first barely hearable, then becoming louder and louder- the warm liquid spread, soaking through his sheets and matress and turning the entire bed in a warm pool, much to the Uchihas pleasure, since a tiny smile showed on his lips, making his usually cold and hard lineaments look soft and nice.
After a while a steady dripping noise mixed into the hissing as his urine started to leak on the floor.
But Sasuke didn`t heard it...not aware of whats happening, deep asleep and absolutly carefree...
As his stream finally stopped a few minutes later, he curled up into the wetness, enjoying the warm feeling...not having the slightes clue what he just did... |
Part two:
The warm light of the morning sun flooded through the small window into the much darker sleeping room - empty, except for a bed and a closet.
Dead silence filled the whole room and also the mansion - inhabited by only one person who was still asleep.
Sasukes usually cold and stern lineaments were completely different now, with all the sorrow and hate vanished from his body he looked quite cute to an unknowing eye.
He had curled up in his blanket, laying on his back and breathing quiet and slowly - it was also the only noise in the room, except for the ticking of the clock on the wall - which now stroke eleven - a sure sign it wasn`t all that early anymore.
"Mmmmmh...."
Life entered the motionless body, the Raven stretching his arms in light sleep, before his eyes opened, just to blink again one second later as he stared directly into the sun with a puzzled look on his tired face now - the sun so high up in the sky already ? What time was it ? Usually he always woke up at dawn, even without setting the alarm from the clock. This was really strange...
A drowsy yawn escaped his lips, his mind still not completely awake - something that should change just one second later as he moved his legs slightly and noticed something wet on them...no, not only on his legs, also on his back...actually he was LAYING in something wet.
"What the... ?"
With a swift movement he jumped out of the bed, stepping on the dusty floor - and froze. What he saw in his bed was...no. No, this couldn`t be. This was just his imagination...this sure wasn`t the reality, because his eyes showed him the sight of an enormous wet spot, covering almost the entire bedsheet - a slightly GOLDEN, wet spot.
He felt his legs trembling, slowly filling with paralyzing weakness as he collapsed on the floor, noticing the wetness was also on his skin.
"This can`t be...IT CAN`T BE."
No, this wasn`t what he thought it was. It was just IMPOSSIBLE.
"I...I...." he stuttered, feeling completely lost and helpless. "I....no....this...I..."
Could this be a dream ? A weird, twisted and sick dream, haunting him ? Maybe he was still asleep ?
But the soft, throbbing pain he felt in his left leg, which had been squeezed below his body as he fell, proved him to be in reality and awake.
And this meant... "I..wet the bed."
Sasuke gulped deeply, totally confused, unaware of what to do now. He never had been in such a situation, he never even thought this could happen to him...such an embarrassing thing.
He wasn`t even sure what to feel...a mixture of shame, anger and fear filled his mind for now, along with the most important question,
"How ? How did this happen ? How in the WORLD is that even POSSIBLE ?"
The last word left his mouth almost as a scream from the built-up tension in his body.
There had to be an explanation for this, maybe he had been poisoned ? But what kind of poison would lead to such an effect ? Usually poisons were supposed to kill or immobilize the victim.
Plus, he couldnt remember a situation where he possibly could`ve been poisoned, all he did yesterday was this mission with the Team...maybe one of them ?
But this was ridiculous, no-one would have a reason to do that to him....and even if they tried - none of them, neither Sakura or Naruto had the neccessary skill of injecting something into his body, he was always on guard.
No, he was confident - he hadn`t been poisoned.
This conclusion left him with the why-question again and without a fitting answer.
Maybe he should wash the smelly bedclothes...and open a window to let the persistent urine smell out, which lingered in the air and made him want to throw up.
Yes, this sure would be better...there was no use in panicing now, he had to stay calm.
Thoughtless acting was the worst thing he could do now, there sure was a logical reason for this accident, he just had to find it.
And most of all he should make sure no-one would -ever- find out about this.
Luckily this wouldn`t be too hard, maybe this was one of the few advantages of living alone in such a ridiculously large house - no one could watch what he was doing in there.
Slowly he stood back up again, his legs and body still trembling slightly from the shock, but he felt strong enough to stand and walk by now.
The first thing he did, was open the window - the urine smell made him feel more and more sick, he had to get it out of the room, fresh air sure would help him think too - after showering of course.
All he wanted to do now was washing the disgusting liquid from his body - and QUICK...
With a dull noise, the bundle of his soaked sheets, blanket and pillow covers landed in the laundry basket - he would wash it later, the cleaning of his own, soiled body was much more important to him now.
He climbed into the shower and pulled the faucet into the deep red, hot water zone, moaning as the almost boiling liquid pattered down on his body.
Most people would jump out of the hot rain, feeling it as much too hot for them.
But Sasuke liked the temparature, just at the verge of actual pain to his body....it felt like pure energy washing down his body, a little like showering in flames.
Of course...with his Fire-Element Chakra, it was just logical he loved the boiling rain in his skin...
It also helped him relax and forget about his sorrows and problems, the water feeling like a protective coat to snuggle in and feel free.
The live of a shinobi was full of stress and tension, every opportunity to relax was welcome, even if it was just one minute.
"Nnghh..."
He closed his eyes, letting the hot water soak his hair and run down his face and neck while his hand slowly and unnoticed slid down between his legs, touching his member gently with the fingertips.
This brought back his attention, shame filled him as he realized this akward and unwanted sexual tension in his body.
Most boys his age wouldn`t waste a thought about this, but Sasuke refused to obey his body...this urge..he had to be stronger than it.
Love and sexuality - these were all things he couldn`t afford to waste time with, not with a certain goal still uncompleted.
His only purpose was revenge, everything else was meaningless.
And this required not only his mind but also his body willing to give up everything to fulfill this goal - even natural desires like this.
"No...I...won`t do it...I don`t allow it..."
But the urge was strong, he could feel how his penis was throbbing and how the lust was burning inside him.
"I`m not a stupid animal, I won`t...won`t..."
His hand touched his penis again, now pulling back his foreskin slowly, exposing the small, pink glans..
"Haaa...no...don`t.."
It was ridiculous, his hand acted on it`s own...unable to stop it with his mind.
Now he started rubbing, the flesh in his hand swelling, hardening...
It was so humiliating, masturbating in the shower like a pervert...like a filthy, noisy, blonde pervert...
Now it was too late anyway, his body had completly taken over his mind, not the other way like he wanted it to be.
Over time his hand movements became faster, the tingling feeling from his dick spreading to his whole body....just a little more.
"Ahhhhh....nnghh.."
His hips twitched, making him thrust hard into his hand, he felt slight pain, since his glans got squeezed by his fingers now, strangely this made the arousement even bigger, every cell of his body seemed to be burning and freezing in the same time, the throbs going through his entire body...
"HAAAAAAAAA...."
With one last, extreme thrust, his penis squirted a sticky, hot load into his hand and against the tiled wall in front of him, several more, smaller squirts coming.
"Ahh...ahh...ah.."
And another one, it was a godlike feeling, so intense and good...but still so very humilating.
Why he couldn`t stop it ? Why he let his primitive urge win ?
The last squirt of sperm left him, dripping off his penis, white and creamy.
"Damn it...damn, damn..."
He was so weak, not even able to control his body...
Even more was comming out now, a warm, hissing stream..wait...STREAM ?
Panically he stared down, seeing his dick peeing on the shower wall in an impressive, golden arch.
"NO!!!"
How could this happen ? How could his bladder empty itself without control, what was happening ?
"First the bed and now this ? STOP IT, STOP GODDAMMIT!!!"
Maybe it all had the same reason ?
Could he be sick ?
"Maybe you`re just a pathethic weakling...who knows ?"
His second, darker self had awoken inside him...once again.
"You are weak, thats why this happened. It`s so simple...if you would focus more on your goal and spend less time doing undignified things, this wouldn`t happen. As you can see, it`s all your own fault."
Not now...please not now. The Uchiha just hadn`t the strength to deal with this other, vengeful side of himself.
"The truth can`t be hidden, it is obvious you`re not serious enough, not focused enough, not HATEFUL enough!!! You stick with those other weaklings and do silly and idiotic missions for a village which won`t help you at all, fulfilling your goals.
And because of that you`ll become a weakling like them...slowly...probably you will be even weaker, you want that ? DO YOU WANT THAT ?"
Of course he didn`t...every day he trained hard to become stronger and-
"You could train MUCH harder, but you prefer to spend time with those weaklings, becoming one yourself.."
Yes, it was probably true..but there was more in his life than just training, at least some very few times he wanted to-
"What else then training is your life good for ? You have to become stronger, spend every single second on doing so...to fulfill your goal. Or are you so indifferent that you don`t care anymore ? Is that it ? Your pride and the memory of the past mean NOTHING to you ? Have you GIVEN UP on your goal ?"
Sure he hadn`t...how could he forget his revenge ? It was the most important aspect of his life..
"Then act like this, all other things are futile - death to the traitor is the only thing you have to devote yourself to - friendship, love and forgiveness - those are just the teching of pathethic people who have no goal, no sense in their lives and naivly exist in the middle of meaninglessness."
It sounded too true somehow...probably he really became too soft, too unfocused ?
The Uchiha stepped out of the shower, his member had released the yellow fluid completly now, only a small drip was still hanging on his foreskin.
"...Disgusting..."
He shook it off, walking up to the mirror and stared into his own face for a moment - even though he slept so long, there were still dark rings below his eyes, not to mention how wrecked he felt now.
What was he supposed to do now ? Sure, washing the soiled sheets was the next obvious task, he just had to activate the washer.
But the matress was also soaked and it was quite too big to be washed like this.
Of course - the mansion had many rooms, many beds...for all those people who used to live here...once, years ago.
It sure wouldnt`t be a problem to take another matress from any of the other beds and replace the soaked one with it.
But this wouldn`t solve the actual problem - what if it happened again ? This solution would work but only if this wouldn`t turn into an ongoing problem.
It was probably unlikely that something like that would happen again - really, it was ridiculous to expect that. And still, on the other side...yesterday he wouldn`t have wasted a thought about an accident like this happening just one time....but it DID happen, as much he hated to admit it, this lead to the possibility of another accident...
Anyway, it was pointless to think about this any longer, obviously he was sick.
After all he spent a good bit of time in the cold rain yesterday, this sure couldn`t be too good for his health.
And all of this just because of the dobe and that useless girl slowing him down.
Or rather: because of such an idiotic test mission.
Rage flamed up in Sasuke for a moment, until he realized it wouldn`t help him to solve his problem.
He needed help, someone who could tell him what was wrong with him.
And when it came to medical problems, there was only ONE person to ask, right ?
Oh great, he definitly wouldnt survive that... |
Part 3
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How much longer was he going to stand here, staring at a door ?
What was it, which kept him from just going in there and tell her about his problem ?
Thats what her job was, right ? Being Hokage and also the best known medical ninja, if there was one to help him, it was her.
The obvious answer was his pride and dignity rebelling against this idea, telling him this was the worst thing to do.
And maybe it was, how should he know ? To even think he would ever be in a situation like THAT...to even think he would ever have accidents like THIS...just one day ago he would`ve just laughed at the sheer idea....him, an
Uchiha...shamfully wetting his bed.
But thats why he needed help.
The sheer thought of this happening again was already mortifying....but that was nothing compared to the thought of this happening again while on a mission with the team. There was one cartain person from his team, who would make sure that neither he nor ANYONE else would ever forget about this.
A person who would make his life a living hell.
And a person he would probably have to kill, to keep the
secret.
Would he actually really go that far ? Killing the Blonde in case he would ever find out ? The thought was at least as scary as the problem itself, he didn`t really wanted to know the answer to his own question.
So probably it would be better not to let it come so far, not to let anyone else ever notice.
And because of that he had to get help, no matter how much he disliked the idea.
He took a deep breath, taking all his courage and knocked at the Hokages office door.
"Come in!!" - the snarling voice coming from inside the door made these words sound much more like an order, than an invitation, making Sasuke hesitate.
It seemed like the Hokage was in bad mood again, probably due to too much paperwork.
This certainly wouldn`t make it easier for him to tell about his
proble-
"COME IN ALREADY, GODDAMMIT!!!! I DONT HAVE ALL DAY, EITHER COME IN OR GET LOST!!!"
No, he would do it now, no matter what.
With the certainty that he was going to regret this, the Uchiha finally opened the door, stepping inside the office.
"Sasuke ?!"
Well, that definitly wasn´t any of these people she had expected.
When did he ever came to her at all ? As far she could remember this was the first time besides the usual mission briefings and reports, as well as all the other, official matters.
So whatever it was, making him come to her...it had to be something serious.
She could already tell that by the nervous, almost panical look on his face.
"I`m sorry...I didn`t meant to yell at you, I thought you were...someone else."
A small moment of deadly silence filled the room, as she waited for him to speak...without any results.
"Well, what can I do for you ? Something wrong ?"
Slowly she stood up from her desk to get a better view on that boy in front of her as he didn`t showed any reaction.
That seemed just like another indication that something MUST have happened, that kind of behavior was absolutly not like him....great, always trouble when she needed it the least.
After all there was still a shitload of mission reports to read, bills to pay, complains and requests from nearly EVERY single person in Konoha to be dealt with...yep, she REALLY had no time for more problems.
But as Holage she was supposed to have an open ear for the problems of the people...it couldn`t be helped.
"Would you...like me to lock the door, so no one else can come in as we talk ?"
Her voice had changed to a much nicer tone now, she even managed to bring up a small smile.
Sasuke nodded softly.
"Alright, just a moment."
Carefully she maneuvered through the maze of empty Saake Bottles, Papers and several boxes with rusty shuriken she was supposed to check for blood traces, reached the door and locked it.
"Okay, nobody comes in here now. And I can promise nothing will leave this room neither, whatever you have to tell me, I swear I keep it for myself."
That finally seemed to break the ice, or maybe it was just that the boy remain silent anymore, since he was speaking with a nervous, shaking voice now.
"Last night...I...accidentally peed in sleep, wetting my bed. I have no idea what caused this and I am afraid it could happen again...I need to know what caused this accident and how I can prevent this from happening again."
There was silence again, for almost a whole Minute.
Now THAT was something didn`t expected either.
Not from someone like Sasuke.
But of course his behavior made sense now, especially for someone with such a strong will and high expectations on himself like Sasuke, it was probably one of the worst things to happen.
After some more moments of silence, she finally managed to answer him.
"I see...okay, now don`t worry, it was good you came to me. I`ll try my best to help. First of all I can tell you there are many reasons why something like that could happen, it could be stress, caused by fears or something which troubles your mind. Of course the reason could also be physical, but in all cases - it is okay. Accidents like this can happen, it is just important to get help, which you did."
She paused for a moment, thinking.
"Now, I can`t look into your head, I don`t know if there is anything which troubles you, until you tell me of course. Even if not, it could still be that you`re not aware of it and it is some kind of subconsius problem...this would be the most difficult case, so I suggest we try to find out if there is a physical reason first, okay ?"
She gave him a worried look, but he nodded almost immediatly.
"Good...well...for this...I need you to remove your pants and underwear, I have to check for your bladder and maybe also your genitals."
While she was still speaking these words, she was already aware this wouldn`t be as easy as it sounded.
Remove his- oh great.
Even though part of him already expeczed something like that could possibly come, he was still shocked to hear these words.
He was supposed to EXPOSE that parts of his body ?
Parts he never showed to anyone else before ?
Couldn`t he just turn into stone and then crumble to dust instead ?
"Sasuke, I know how that sounds, believe me, I WON´T touch you any more then necessary there, I respect your privacy."
Well, that was easy for HER to say, she wasn`t the one who had to expose their body. Like he would ever want that. He wasn`t some kind of hyperactive, blonde retard...yea, that so-called teammate of him would surely like this.
But that wasn`t the point here.
For a moment he thought about just leaving the room, going back and trying to find a solution by himself.
It would be running away from the problem, but it would save his dignity...unless it happened again.
No, it definitly wasn`t a solution...he came to that conclusion earlier already, he now had to endure it, no matter how worse it would become.
"Fine. I`ll do it!"
The determnination in his own voice was kinda scary.
He unzipped his white cargo pants, letting them slide down his supple legs, followed by his underwear, all down on the ground.
He could feel the colder air against his testicles as he tried to supress the enraged uproar of his pride.
"Alright...okay Sasuke, I will now press on your bladder and you tell me if it hurts, clear ?"
He gave her a quick nod, keeping his eyes focused onto the wall, not looking at what she was doing down there.
There was no reason to see it though as he could simply feel what the Hokage did.
From what he felt she was gently massaging his lower abdomen, waiting for him to show any reaction.
However, he felt no pain, even as she started to push a little harder.
"Nothing. Feels normal." he replied after a while.
"I see....okay, now I`ll need an urine sample. I have to analyze it, maybe it is some infection and-"
"Just do it, I have some pressure. Give me a bottle and I fill it." He cut her word off, not wanting to hear any of it.
"Do you want me to give you some privacy to do this or fill it right here ?"
"I do it here, no problem."
Like it would make any difference now if he peed in front of her eyes or not. This wouldn`t bring his dignity back or anything.
He heard the sound of a some glass vials, then he felt one at the tip of his member.
"Okay, you can pee now."
The Uchiha relaxed his body, closing his eyes and focused.
It wasn`t exactly easy to get any urine out under these circumstances, luckily the pressure on his bladder was enough for nature to go it`s usual way, despite his shame.
Just a moment later he felt the liquid run through his uretha, leaving his body into the vial.
"Alright Sasuke, that`s enough, you can stop."
Suddenly he paled even more; he wanted to stop his flow...but he couldn`t.
His sphincter wasn`t responding, he couldn`t stop it.
"I CAN´T!!" He groaned in panic as he felt the bottle becoming too full, his urine gushing out from the opening, dripping down on the floor below.
Why, WHY was that happening ? Wasn`t it enough he humiliated himself by telling about his problem ? Did his body really had to show her how much he was NOT in control of his bladder anymore ?
He wanted do die. Here and now, right away. This was just too much for him.
"Listen, I`m sorry, I don`t wanted this to happen, I have no control, please, I won`t-"
"It`s okay Sasuke...", she let out a small sigh as he finally stopped after a few more moments, due to his bladder becoming emtpy, "not your fault, it really must be something about your bladder. Don`t worry about the floor, I should`ve prepared better. You can also get dressed again...guess I have all the samples I need."
While the Raven pulled his pants back up, she started to clean up the puddle on the floor. Of course she wasn`t quite happy about the mess, but she couldn`t blame it on him.
Besides, there was still a good thing about this:
There was at least one pile of paperwork she wouldn`t have to read anymore, thanks to him.
"Well, I think it is obvious that we need to do something about that problem. However for that I would have to know what exactly is wrong with your bladder. Analyzing the urine sample may takes a few days, so we need something to avoid more of such accidents from you..."
They had sat down again, after Tsunade had finished to clean the mess up, he had made, refusing all his offers to help her.
"And what do you suggest ?"
Not that he expected to like the answer to his question, there just couldn`t be anything good to come now.
Heck, he could already tell by her face he wouldn`t like it.
That nervous and strangely apologetic expression told him enough already...
Okay, so how was she supposed to tell him this ?
No matter how she thought about it, there was just no way to bring that to him without making it sound like an insult.
Hopefully he would understand it wasn`t her intention to humiliate him at all...
"Well...please don`t get this the wrong way, this is only planned as a temporary solution, and nobody will have to know about this....there are ways to keep this secret and-"
She could even watch his facial expressions to darken - most likely he already figured it out.
"Okay Sasuke...my suggestion are diapers. I know how that sounds, I know how you must feel about this, please let me assure you again; this is no kind of punishment and I won`t force you to wear them either. It is your decision. I just suggest these because you asked me for a temporary solution..."
He really wasn`t surprised anymore.
Appearantly he had reached a point where nothing could shock him.
So, her best suggestion were diapers.
That was just great, him, an Uchiha, wearing a device usually made for small children.
Since he had given up his hope this was just a horrible, never ending nightmare, best he could do was probably to stay calm.
"I...understand. Just hand them to me, okay ?"
His face had probably turned into an unknown shade of red by now....and he just wanted to get out of here now.
Usually she would`ve asked him if he knew how to wear them properly.
However there was no way that boy would endure any more akward questions now, so she did as he asked her, just walking over to the closet where she kept some of her medical supplys, grabbing a small package, wrapped in brown, neutral-looking paper.
"Here you go. There are ten diapers in here, they should fit you, I think. It also contains a manual of how to put them on...in case you need it."
She paused for another small moment, before she continued with a lower voice;
"If you don`t want anyone to notice, wear some wide pants..."
Sasuke pressed the package under his arm, only giving it a brief glance - the wrapping was definitly unsuspicious.
Probably the only good thing about it.
He gave her another quick nod, while he moved backwards to the door, leaving the room as fast he could without acting panically.
But it was just enough for now. All he wanted was to get home.
And not to leave it again.
Forever.
Even before he opened his eyes again, he could already FEEL that he had missed. Like all the other times before.
His onyx eyes stared at the kunai, sticking from the dojo wall.
When was the last time he managed not to hit a SINGLE target ?
And it seemed to become worse every time he tried it.
During his first attempt he at least managed to hit three of them.
Now he was down to zero.
Not that three was good at all anyway...even with both of his arms broken, he would perform better.
Too bad he had no broken arms....albeit he would prefer this by a hundred times.
ANYTHING was better than his current problem.
A problem which had become worse since he came back home...
He just had entered the house - when he suddenly noted the warmth spreading in his pants....felt how it ran down his legs.
He had been unable to stop the flow. But much worse was the fact he hadn`t even noticed till the very moment it started.
What did he do, to deserve such horrible fate ?
His thoughts kept circling around that question, like many times before today.
No matter how much he tried to focus on something else, anything really...it was just impossible.
Why ? Didn`t he suffered enough for a whole life already ? Losing everyone, living as an orphan ? Always training hard to become stronger, to reach his goals, to kill the one person who caused all the pain to his soul ? Now even this, life itself mocking him.
But he wouldn`t allow these problems to stop him or forget his goal.
It was just another obstacle in his path, overcoming it would just make him stronger.
Even though he had no idea how he was supposed to find a solution for that current state.
It was completly againat his nature, but appearantly he really had to depend on the Hokage now and he just hoped the trust he had in her wouldn`t turn out to be a mistake.
She HAD to find a cure for him. Otherwise...
The sound of the bell woke him up from the melancholic chain of thoughts.
Peole rarely ever came to his place - they were all smart enough to know that he prefered to be left alone.
But since training turned out to be pointless in his current mental state he even welcomed that excuse to leave the dojo and head to the gate, opening it - and his mood dropped even more.
"What do YOU want, dobe ?"
From all the people in the world, this was the second-least favourite one he wanted to see at the gate of his mansion.
"Baka! Don`t give me that look. Don`t even think that I enjoy to be here, talking to YOU. But I have been asked by Tsunade-baa-chan...umm, I mean Hokage-same...to deliver a message to you."
Sasuke paled for a moment - she wouldn`t DARE to tell HIM..no, definitly not. Hopefully.
He regained his calm expression after a few moments;
"So ? And whats that message ?"
The Blonde shrugged, appearantly he was quite confused...EVEN more than usual.
"She told me to tell you that things got a bit more complicated and she`ll need more time."
He gave the Raven a questioning look, finally spitting out the much more important question to him:
"Can you at least tell me what that means ? What exactly will take longer ? And whats about that *things-got-more-complicated* part ?"
After all he walked through the entire village to deliver that message, the least he could expect was to know what was going on, right ?
Of course he could already see, Sasuke didn`t shared his point of view.
"First of all: You can go back and ask her why she didn`t had time to come here by herself or at least send a more...trustworthy...person."
He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm;
"And second: I hope you don`t expect me to tell you about my personal matters. If yes, you are even more stupid than I thought. Now get lost, please."
The next moment he tried to close the door again, unfortunaly not fast enough before the Blonde put his foot into the door crack.
"Stupid teme. I already told you, not to talk down on me like that. I`m not your subordinate or something. You could at least try to be friendly."
This was the exact reason why he disliked Sasuke:
That boy was always cold and emotionless, looking down on anyone else, like he was something better. And he especially seemed to look at HIM, something which REALLY pissed him off.
Furthermore, he was curious. He had to agree to Sasuke, it was unusual that of all people HE had been asked to bring this message to the grumpy Uchiha.
It was no secret they didn`t got along very well, and still: Tsunade clearly wanted him to deliver that message.
There had to be a reason for that, she could`ve asked anyone else. And that was what made him curious. And he wouldn`t leave till he had at least some answers.
"Now tell me, what is this all about ?"
"You really are an idiot, are you ? I mean...why should I tell you about my personal proble-"
Damn it. Now he already admitted that it was some personal and a problematic matter. Why he couldn`t just stay quiet like usual ? He already had enough trouble by now. But what was said, had been said. He couldn´t take it back anymore, so had to make the best of it.
"So, you know it is a personal problem now. Should be enough for you, right ? You definitly wouldn`t want ME to poke around in YOUR problems, would ya ?"
Maybe he was right. That was indeed something he didn`t wanted to happen: Sasuke knowing about his personal matters. They were personal for a good reason.
But there was something about the others behavior, which made his curiousity even larger:
The Uchiha was unusually talkative today. His normal self would`ve just slammed the door into his face by now, not even caring to talk to him.
Of course, he still said that, but his actions were different from his words.
Whatever that problem was - it seemed to bother him a lot.
"You know...I won`t tell anyone...I promise."
"Are deaf or something ? I told you already, I won`t tell you anything, because you have no reason to know."
This entire talk was becoming even more pointless every minute.
"Yes, I understood that. And yet, you`re still here and talking to me. If you REALLY want me to leave you alone, why dont you just close the door and go back training ?"
A blush appeared on Sasukes cheeks - the Dobe was right.
Why couldn`t he just ignore him and walk off, like he usually did ?
What the fuck was wrong with him ?
It suddenly felt like Naruto was seeing through him, right into his head, reading his thoughts.
"J-just shut up and leave me alone now, I wont warn you again!"
Could it be....tears ? No, that had to be an illusion. It was something he always thought to be impossible for that emotional icecube in front of him to do.
But it became more and more obvious with every moment; Sasuke was really crying, softly and doing his best to hide it.
However he couldn`t hide it well enough.
Was that even Sasuke ? Everything he saw until now was so completly different from his usual self.
What should he do now ? Part of him felt like laughing, using that weak moment of his rival to humiliate him even more.
Heck, he had more than enough reasons to do this; just remembering all these times the Uchiha used to mock him.
And yet...he couldn`t do this. Whatever it was, which tormented that boy so much he actually couldn`t keep up his calm and cold attitude. It had to be something severe...
"Listen Sasuke...I`m sorry. I didn`t meant to push you that far. I was just curious...I apologize. If it`s really that personal to you, I won`t ask any more."
Of course, that emotional outbreak just made his determination to find out the truth, even stronger.
What on earth could be so mortifying to hi-
Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a sharp blade against his throat.
"Listen, baka! You won`t tell anyone what you saw here. You won`t lose a word about how you saw me crying. Is that clear to you ?"
His voice was shaking and not even close to be as threatening as he wanted it to be.
It just made him press the kunai even tighter against the Blondes skin, it was the only thing he could do to make his position clear.
But what WAS he even doing here ? Threatening others because of his own failure ? Didn`t he just deserved to be laughed at ? After all he wasn`t strong enough, not strong enough to hide his emotions, not even strong enough to control his own damn body!
He glared into the others deeply blue eyes, seeing them widened in shock.
So he DID scare him after all ?
"I`m sorry...that was wrong of me to do."
Slowly he pulled the kunai away from the other.
"Just leave...please." |
Here we go with Part IV, hope you all like it.
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"Fuck..."
Sasuke twisted around on his sheets, trying to find a more comfortable sleeping position.
A small rustling noise made him twitch as his body moved.
It was all clear to him that the true reason for his insomnia was a different one, the diaper between his legs felt distubingly wrong, it was impossible to close his legs and most of all: the noise.
No matter how much he tried to lay completly still, he just couldn`t do it.
And when he moved - no matter how minor that movement was - the rustling and crackling noise of the diaper penetrated his ears, driving him mad.
How was he supposed to sleep ? It seemed impossible in his current condition. The unfamiliar object on his body kept him awake and that wasn`t all, the events of the past day haunted his mind as he was trying to fall asleep...it seemed impossible to banish these memories from his head; the horror as he woke up last morning and discovered the shameful accident, followed by another incident while showering, then the ultimate humilitation with the Hokage...and finally the discussion with the Blonde, who just refused to leave until he started to BEG him.
It was unworthy for an Uchiha to act like that...and even worse, that Jerk now knew that something was wrong.
And he knew Naruto enough, that boy would try everything to find out what "secret" Sasuke was trying to hide.
There was no question that he couldn`t allow this to happen.
Absolutly not.
A quick glance on the glowing digits of his alarm clock let him realize it was past midnight already.
So that meant two hours had passed since he went to bed.
Two hours he didn`t managed to fall asleep.
If he could just remove that "protection" from his crotch, it would be much easier to sleep without the annoying pressure.
But what solution would that be, leading to just another wet bed in the morning ?
No....he couldn`t do that. He just had to endure it and eventually he would get used to the diaper.
"Getting used to them ? Really ? That`s so pathethic..."
The darker side of him pushed itself into attention again.
"Why don`t you give up and kill yourself right now ? It would be better for your deceased parents, much better than having a pathethic, bedwetting weakling as son!"
That voice...he had no willpower left to deal with it now, he could only lay there and listen to his inner self mocking him.
"This is what you get from becoming too soft - I said it all the time, I always knew it would end badly if you don`t focus on your goal. YOU have dishonored your entire family."
His head started to hurt from the battle raging in his own mind...he felt sick, so really extremly sick right now. Sick of himself, how he had made a fool of himself today. Sooner or later it would all come out - he couldn`t even imagine the reactions of the other people.
It was true: he was a disgrace, no other words could describe it.
The nausea suddenly started to become worse, his whole body felt rotten and dirty now.
He couldn`t stand this any longer...
In the next moment he felt the stronge urhe to throw up going through his body...and it was becoming stronger very quickly.
"Fuck!" The Uchiha jumped up and rushed out the door as fast he could, he HAD to reach the bathroom or else...
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Finally it became better, the horrid and disgusting aftertaste of his own vomit was almost gone now, after he had drunk a ludicrous amount of water from the sink, just to wash the taste away. It may had worked, but combined with his "problem", drinking large amounts of liquid...definitly wasn`t a good idea. The only thing to do, was to hope this wouldn`t lead to another....incident.
Slowly he rised his head, watching his own image in the mirror above the sink.
The face he saw there looked more dead than alive; pale, slightly green-ish skin, dark rings under his eyes, his hair uncombed and chaotic.
He couldn`t even remember when he looked so utterly bad the last time...probably because there hadn`t been another situation like this before.
A sigh escaped his lips and he shook his head slowly;
What should he do now ?
It was still the middle of night and he still felt incredibly tired and sick...but he knew, sleep was impossible as long he was wearing that...thing.
Right now, his entire life seemed like a horrible nightmare, all that constant fear about anyone else noticing his problem, combined with his own disgust about his failure and weakness...well, it just HAD to have some effect, right ?
He knew, best thing he could do was getting used to it, at least till Tsunade would come up with a proper solution.
But no matter how much he tried to accept that flaw, his pride just wouldn`t allow him, instead he started to feel disgust about his own self.
The Uchiha took another glance into his undead-looking face, the sight itself made him shiver.
What he needed most, was some fresh air...to get his head clear and maybe a short walk outside would finally make him tired enough so he could actually sleep afterwards.
But he definitly wouldn`t go out with these diapers.
Sure, it was about one in the morning now, chance he would run into anyone out on the streets was low, very low.
But there was no way he would risk himself being seen in such "protection", which was still very visible, even with pants covering them.
So he ripped the tapes open, sliding the soft, crackling object down his legs, kicking it into the nearest trash can.
Not that they were wet already - at least THAT was some relief - but he surely wouldn`t wear the same pair again, later when he was coming back.
Finally he pulled his shorts back up, feeling much better now, without that unfamiliar something between his legs.
Sasuke headed downstairs, through all the dark and empty corridors until he reached the main door, ready to get some fresh, nightly air...
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It definitly had been a good idea.
Even the nauseous background feeling in his head was now almost completly gone.
With every step he made, life seemed to come back to his tired body.
It just felt so good, refreshing and soothing to his nerves.
Slowly he wandered down the dim-lit road, letting his eyes wander through the nightly sky.
It was a peaceful night, no one else seemed to be outside at a time like that.
It surely was a welcome change to the loud and busy streets during daytime...it showed how even such a large village like Konoha had it`s quiet hours.
Sasuke still prefered to stay away from the larger main streets, there was still some chance he would encounter someone on their way home from the bar - most likely drunk.
And he hated drunk people; they were noisy, aggressive and all in all VERY annoying, the exact opposite of what he needed right now.
That was why he prefered to walk on the less busy side streets, the possibility to meet another person here had to be almost zero.
He went around a corner to another road, just as he noticed someone else in front of him.
Worse enough until he realized it wasn`t just SOMEone.
"Please not...", he moaned in his thoughts, biting lis lip as the other person stared at him.
"Sa...Sasuke-kun ?" The pink-haired girl blushed brightly as she saw her crush standing in front of her, appearantly very suprised to see her. "You came here to visit me ?"
How could he forget that ? This was the street where Sakura lived, right now they were right next to her house...an area he usually avoided - for several very good resons.
And now he almost walked directly into her, making her think he came here just to see her - a fatal misunderstanding.
Better to get out of here fast...
"Just lost something...never mind..." he said in a toneless voice, turning around as he felt her hand on his shoulder.
"N-no Sasuke, please...don`t go away!" She blushed even more, feeling nervous and scared - this was such a perfect chance, she couldn`t let it pass.
"You want to come in ? You look hungry..."
"Don`t touch me."
As much he tried not to hurt her normally, his nerves were already worn-out from thinking about his own problems.
He just had no patience left for her naive fascination about him. Why couldn`t she just leave him alone ?
"I`m going now and you won`t follow, is that clear ?"
"B-but....no...you don`t have to leave, it`s alright...you came here because of me...you don`t have to lie about this..."
She tried to show a smile, but her nervousness was too great...there was just no logical reason why he came here in the middle of night...except to see her.
And that meant....he felt something for her ?
Quickly she grabbed his hand, holding it tight...
"Oh Sasuke, I know how you feel...youre too shy to admit it...but that`s okay, I-"
"Don`t you LISTEN ? I said don`t touch me!"
He pulled his hand away from her grip, now staring at her in anger.
"Are you really so stupid ? Or just blind ? I don`t care about you and what you feel for me. I told you several times already but you just keep asking. So let`s make this clear once and for all: Get lost!"
He felt tempted to yell the last two words into her shocked face, but this would just attract too much attention.
All he wanted was to be left alone.
A small tear ran down her cheek, followed by a small sob.
Why he had to be so mean ? She had no evil intentions, all she wanted was to make her Sasuke happy.
But his only reaction was cold rejection.
"Why are you so mean ? Sasuke-kun, am I not good enough for you ? Tell me, why don`t you love me ?"
Oh she didn`t wanted to cry now, but the tears just kept flowing.
He was just about to unleash another load of his anger at her - to make his point absolutly clear - appearantly she still hadn`t understood.
But suddenly he felt a spurt of warm wetness escaping into his pants.
"No!"
Just no, this couldn`t be happening. Not now!
Panic filled his mind and he looked down on himself, noticing a coin-sized wet spot on the front of his shorts.
And right in that moment, another spurt left his penis, larger than the first and the wetness spread a little more.
He was frozen in shock, unable to move - this was a disaster.
Her eyes had noticed the small dark spot as well, and she also saw the wetness spreading, the stain growing slowly.
"Sasuke...you`re not....peeing your pants now, right ?"
But it seemed like he did...and he wasn`t even trying to stop, he just stood there with a shock on his face.
Was that really Sasuke ? THE awesome and cool Sasuke she loved ?
Someone like him...wetting his pants ?
No! This just couldn`t be true...
It was too late. He still couldn`t move, and even if he could - his bladder now finally gave in, releasing all the water he had drank before - in form of warm urine, now soaking his shorts and running down his shivering, supple legs...soon everything below his waist turned into a warm and wet mess...
"How PATHETHIC!!!"
Sakuras voice had changed - her disbeliefed shock was over, now she just felt utter disgust.
Or rather spitefulness - after he hurt her so much and rejected her over and over, NOW he finally tasted some humiliation himself.
All that emotional pain he caused her, this was his well-deserved punishment.
"Poor Sasuke...can`t even hold your waters ? And you used to tell ME that I am weak ? Look at yourself and your pee-wet pants..."
The nasty smile she had on her lips grew even wider now, however, in the moment of triumph she didn`t notices the Uchihas hand coming closer to her throat.
Within a swift moment he managed to press her against the wall behind, holding her in place with his shaking hand.
What now ? Should he actually kill her, going that far to keep his secret safe ? Was it really worth it ?
But then again, she just saw something so utterly shameful and pathethic, she saw him...wetting his pants right in front of her.
Sasuke felt his fear growing out of control; what should he do ?
He had no solution for his problem, no plan at all.
It made the helpless feeling even worse, his usually calm and foresighted self was now trapped in a circle of fear and shame.
"Y-you w-wont tell a-anyone!"
His voice was shaking as he spoke, trying to make himself sound dangerous and cold...
"You will f-forget what you saw tonight. Never talk about it again, not to me and not to anyone else.
I promise I kill you...even if that means I would have to flee from here, even if it makes me an outlaw. I dont care about the consequences, so keep your mouth shut! Is that clear ?"
The words didn`t sounded nearly as threatening as he wanted them to be, but they seemed to do their job as he notices Sasuke nodding slowly, her eyes widened in shock...yes, he could definitly see panic inside of them.
The same panic he felt now.
Maybe it would really keep her quiet...but what if not ?
Was he really able to make his threat true ?
After some hesitation he let her go, immediatly turning around and walking off, the soaking wet fabric of his shorts clinging to his skin as he moved - disgusting.
Hopefully he would make it back home without being seen by anyone else.
Because he no longer had any strength left....no strength and no willpower....
As he walked back, the old doubts and fears came back to his mind.
In the end, Sakura was right: He WAS indeed pathethic.
A loser who couldn`t even control his own body - and not only that, now he even lost the last bit of dignity inside him.
If things would keep up like this, he could no longer go out.
Too great the risk of having another shameful accident.
Not to mention what would happen if the next time it would happen in an even more public area...like on a busy street in the middle of the day.
What was he supposed to do then ? It wasn`t like he could threaten every single inhabitant of the village with death.
So, one thing was indeed certain: If this would happen again, it would be the end.
His end.
Because he didn`t wanted to live with such a shame...he would just give up.
The only thing he could do was to avoid any more witnesses of his weak "moments" ...just how long would he be able to keep this up ?
The large wooden doors of the Uchiha Mansion fell shut behind him, he had made the way back and also felt the cold wetness cling to his legs again.
But at least he was tired now. Not a good way of tired though...but hopefully it would let him sleep.
He removed his soaked pants, putting them to the other laundry - the sheets from the previous night, trace of his first accident.
Minutes later and after changing into a new pair of diapers, he fell into his bed and not much later into a deep, dark sleep. |
The large double doors slammed shut behind him with a bang.
Finally he was home again!
Just one more moment with all the other worhless people out there and he would`ve gone crazy.
Sasuke leaned against the wall next gate and closed his eyes for a minute - he had to calm down....his temper had made a turn for the worse over the past few days...and if things would keep going in this direction, sooner or later he would snap!
But wasnt that just natural ?
By now it had been two weeks since his *problem* had first occured.
And there was still no solution from Tsunade, nothing to help him with the embarassing Situation.
Actually she hadn`t even figured out what the reason behind his bladder problem was - that was simply outrageous!
How long was he supposed to live like that, wearing diapers like a baby!
It was just thanks to his vigilance and cleverness that no-one noticed these yet.
However, sooner or later it would all come out!
And he didn`t even wanted to think about the public reaction...
Worst of all was the upcomming Mission tomorrow - even tho Tsunade hadn`t managed to come up with a cure yet, appearantly she had no problem with sending him on a multiple days mission, knowing of all the trouble it would mean for him to hide his little secret.
It was one thing if a Mission only lasted one day and he could be sure to come back in the afternoon...but several days outside, travelling with the rest of the team ?
Especially with that just-too-curious Blonde Retard!
Just one careless Moment and it would all be found out.
And one thing for certain: Naruto would definitly spread these News far and wide, using this incredible chance to sully Sasukes reputation.
And in the end, he wouldn`t even blame his teammate for a thing like that...wearing diapers, it was simply pathethic.
Nonetheless - he would still do anything to prevent this from happening.
But it was also obvious it would be much harder to keep this secret during a Mission...especially at Night, when they would set up a camp....but was there any use in complaining about the situation ?
He had done this enough already and it hadn`t gotten him anywhere.
Sasuke had calmed at last and walked the last few metres up to the entrace of the mansion - he had to change again.
The wetness around his lower body had become quite noticable over the past half hour.
The scariest thing was probably that he didn`t even felt *it* happening any more.
It was only due to the wetness that he noticed his leaking bladder.
And that was definitly not helping him in feeling confident!
Basically it seemed like that problem was going even more out of hand and his hope that it would be just a temporary situation was going further down with each day.
Just as he was about to enter the doors of the mansion, something - or rather someone - started knocking in the gate behind him.
He groaned - just in the moment he hoped that he would finally be able to relax.
"Yes yes...I`m coming already..." Sasuke hissed angrilly as he turned around and walked the path back down to the gate.
And he swore to god, if the person wouldn`t have a damn good reason for disturbing his peace, he would make THEIR afternoon miserable as well!
He took a moment to come up with the most unsympathetic facial expression before finally opening the door.
"So, who the hell is this ?"
"Just me, Sasuke!"
Naruto tried to smile but as soon he noticed the more than hostile expression on the Uchihas face, his good mood literally blew away like sand in the wind.
Why did he even come here ...?
"I that it`s YOU, dobe...now tell me what the hell you want and then get lost!"
Why did he even open the door ? He had been so distracted by his own thoughts that he totally failed to recognize the sound of the Blondes voice.
If only he would`ve remembered that further, it would`ve saved him from this situation.
"Kakashi-sensei send me..it is about tomorrows Mission....we will meet even sooner; 6 a.m instead of 8 a.m."
He threw a nasty look at the Uchiha.
"And Sakura won`t come with us...appearantly she has been assigned to another Mission..."
Now that was interesting. Since that embarassing encounter that one night, the pink-haired girl had shown a really sudden change of behavior.
While she had used every spare second to hang around him and talk about how awesome he was, now it seemed almost like she was avoiding him
Maybe his threat really impressed her that much ? Anyway, it was good to have her off his back.
"I see...now, is that all or will you waste my time even further ?"
After all, he didn`t wanted to waste more time than necessary talking to Naruto.
Especially with that disgusting wet feeling in his crotch!
Luckily he didn`t felt any pressure...not to imagine what would happen if he would start leaking here and now...
"Well, since you ask there would be ONE more thing..."
Narutos voice had finally changed from his more or less respectful tone to an aggressive one.
"I wanna know what you did to Sakura! She acts totally strange lately, especially with YOU around...just like she is really scared but also disgusted at the same time! So tell me, what did you do to her ?"
He spat out the last part as an order rather than a question.
"What do you expect me to say now ?"
That Situation was way too similar to the oney they had the week before, with Naruto bringing him the News fom Tsunade that it would take longer before she would have a solution.
"You dont really think that I did something to her, right ?"
And he was STILL wating for that day to come.
Because he was sick of wearing these things! He finally wanted to get back to his old life!
*pss*
"Because if you do, you`re even more idiotic than I thought, dobe!"
"I`m NOT an Idiot, Sasuke!"
Naruto growled, clenching his fists.
"You can`t fool me...you did something to her! I know how she used to squeal how awesome you are all day. And now she is completly silent and anxious."
The Rage was boiling inside him, how could Sasuke lie to him so directly ?
"What you`re trying to do here anyway, trash ?"
An amused smile appeared on his angry face,
"Don`t tell me you want to threaten me..."
*psspss*
"Because if you do, you`re risking your own health, not mine! Or do you really think you can hurt me in any way ?"
In some strange way this was becoming really funny...
*psssssspsssssps*
...
*ssssspspss*
...one Moment...
*psssssssssssssssssssspsssspspspsss*
...why his diaper felt even wetter all of the sudden ? ....and WARMER ??
*ssssppssppsssspppsspsssppsppsspspssss*
Oh Shit, he wasn`t really...was he ?
"Fuck, no!!!"
This was a nightmare! He could feel how the soaking wet material could no longer absorb his urine, how it began to seep through and run down his legs, forming a dark spot on his pants - and he wasn`t the only one who saw it.
"Sasuke, you..."
The Blonde paused, staring at the black-haired boy in front of him, his jaw dropping in sheer disbelief.
"...pee your pants ?"
"YES I DO!!! FUCK YOU AND GO AHEAD! GO! LAUGH AT ME, JUST LIKE SAKURA DID! I NO LONGER CARE! I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT IT, IM DONE WITH IT ALL!"
His voice was hoarse and shaken by his wails.
It finally happened! He peed himself in front of Naruto.
He could just kill himself now and escape all the humiliation to come.
Panically he reached into his pocket - grabbing a kunai, the same one he threatened Sakura with.
However, this time...
Too late he noticed the true intention of the Uchiha.
What a fool he had been!
In the moment Naruto saw the moonlight reflection on the steel blade, he instantly switched to a defensive position, ready to block Sasukes attack with shock-widened eyes.
Even more shocked he was as his opponent pointed the weapon against himself, thrusting it right into his heart.
"Sasuke, NO!!!!"
But it was too late. He could see the blood soaking the Uchihas shirt and the others eyes turning dull and empty, the body collapsing against Naruto.
"W-Wake up...S-Sasuke ?"
His voice was shaking, his mind slowly realizing what happened, just as he felt Sasukes run down his skin.
He was dead.
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
With a painful screm, Naruto shot straight up in his bed, his body all sweaty and trembling from panic, when he suddenly noticed something strange.
"Wait a moment...where am I...OUCH!!!"
"In BED, dobe!"
Sasuke shook his head and sighed.
"Let me guess, another nightmare with ME dying in it, mmh ?"
This was getting out of hand lately, every few nights the same story.
"We need to do something about that, you`re aware, right ? Especially..."
The onyx eyes of the Uchiha wandered down his lovers body - yup, just as he expected: all soaked!
"...your little wetting problem, as cute it is, I dont have time to wash these goddamn sheets every day!"
A blush appeared on the Blondes face, the reality was sinking back into him.
"H-hey, it`s not EVERY day!" he pouted; "Besides, I dont want to have these dreams, it`s like there trying to tell me something!"
"It`s just a DREAM, dobe! It won`t tell you ANYTHING! People who claim that these have a deeper meaning are just scammers, waiting for naive Idiots to fall for their lies...like you..."
A big yawn interrupted the Uchiha and made him wipe a few strangs from his face.
He still felt so tired, what time was it anyway ?
5 a.m ?
"Damn it...."
It was too soon to get up, but too late to try and get back to sleep.
"You know what, since you woke me up again, you`re going to pay for it - turn around!
Narutos eyes widened in disbelief - that look in the Uchihas eyes....
"H-hey, I am the Seme here! D-don`t forget that..."
"A seme who wets the bed and blushes like a girl ? I don`t think so...now hold still, turn around and stop complaining, dobe...it`s your own faul!"
End!
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Note:
Yea, that ending was rather unexpected and probably not really good.
But I was just out of ideas.
Simply had nothing left for this story and it was almost painful to squeeze something out of my idiotic mind.
So I decided to end it sooner than I planned, so I can say I finished that "Story" and move on to new projects.
I`m still a huge Naruto fan and will probably write some fanfictions again, but I wont try something that large again (originally I planned that to have like ten chapters or even more, before I realized I have nothing to full them with)
My main focus will shift to my OCs tho..at least I dont have to worry about making them act OOC or something, as theyre mine. lol |
Okay everyone so this is my very first omorashi story ever. I'm kind of nervous about posting it but I hope it is satisfactory. I'm more of a poem person.
Oh well, I hope you guys enjoy it. Please comment, make suggestions, and ideas. If this goes well I'll make this Trevor thing into a series of short stories. I have lots of ideas and would love to hear yours also...
Well, enjoy! I hope its not too long or drawn out for your taste.
It was about 9 a.m. and Trevor decided that he wanted to fill his bladder to the brim. Now he already had to pee a bit from the night before and he wanted the desperation to last a really long time so he went to empty his bladder completely and start off fresh. At about 9:15 he had his first bottle and 1/2 of water which was how much his stomach could hold without being too uncomfortable or nauseous. Then went about his daily activities for the next 15 minutes or so, fixing his bed, taking out the trash in his room and taking a shower. At about 9:30 Trevor downed 2 more bottles of water. He couldn't really feel any thing in his bladder at all but his stomach was very full and so he sat down until the pressure in his stomach eased a bit. At around 9:50, Trevor was beginning to get rather impatient as he pushed down on his bladder to see if he could feel some signals that he was filling up yet. He still didn't really feel any thing so to speed up the process a bit more, Trevor drank 2 more bottles of water and went into the living room with his mom and brother and watched a movie. Once the movie was over his mom went into the kitchen to get some bottled water and when she found that there were only 2 bottles left called out to her sons, "Where is all the bottled water, guys? I just bought the case yesterday!" Neither of the boys answered because they were too absorbed in the video game they had begun to play, or so it seemed. Trevor had heard his mother but decided against saying anything. "TREVOR, I told you to wash these dishes and clean the oven YESTERDAY! Get in here and get to it, NOW!" "Hahahaha" taunted Trevor's twin brother, Tyler. Trevor looked at his brother and got up form the couch. All at once he felt those 6 bottles of water make themselves present. This is it, he thought, I'm finally going to get to wet. As he headed towards the stairs to go to his room to get ready his mom caught him and said "Did you not hear me Trevor? Get to your responsibilities now!" Trevor's bladder contracted extremely hard and it took all of his will power not to grab himself and bolt up the stairs to the bathroom. Instead his just nodded his head and went into the kitchen. Once he was in the kitchen away from his mother he grabbed his quivering pipe to try and ease the urgency. While he was trying to get his bladder under control so that he could start his chores, he didn't realize that his mother had walked in behind him to check and see if he had started. "What are you waiting for Trev, do the dishes, Tyler is going to do the oven." Immediately Trevor had to take his hand away from his throbbing penis and put his hands into the warm relaxing water. Again his bladder contracted with more force than the previous one and he began to feel urine moving into his penis fast. His mom was still in the kitchen and that prevented him from holding himself like he wanted and so desperately needed to. He was only half way through the dishes and he could tell that he was barely going to make it to the end. He was wearing gray jeans so there would be no way of hiding it. Along with his desperation he was very aroused and that could definitely be seen. As Trevor was starting to wash the silverware his mother walked out of the kitchen and into her bedroom. He didn't know where his brother was but at this point it didn't matter. His need to pee was making him extremely aroused. He stuck his hand into his boxer and started to squeeze and massage his aching member, he closed his eyes as he thought how good it felt and the warmth of his hand added to his arousal. Seconds away from cumming his brother walked into the kitchen and tossed a bowl and a plate in the sink full of water causing some of the water to splash up on Trevor and wet his pants a bit. Suddenly the warmth was too much to handle, Trevor climaxed right then and there, it was so good that his vision went dark as his was standing there. As it came to an end hot liquid began to pour from his bladder into his penis and then into his pants. Trevor, realizing that his brother was still in the kitchen, ran up to his room, spurting the whole way. By the time that Trevor was in his room his entire left pant leg was soaked in hot urine. Just standing there looking at himself in his wet pants made him hard yet again and stemmed off the flow leaving him with a still achingly full bladder. This time he came fast and then began to wet himself once again. He wanted to have a bit more fun with it so he laid in his bed on his stomach and bent his manhood up so that it was right under his bladder and he relaxed so that he was completely soaked. Then he turned over on his back and emptied the rest of his bladder. When he was done all he could do was just lay there for a while because he was completely exhausted. Then he got up, changed clothes and bedding and put it in his clothes hamper in his closet, went back downstairs and finished the dishes and was glad that his brother nor mother was none the wiser.
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Alternative HP:
Draco and Hermoine
The Prelude Chapter
Hermoine was stuck in a cold cell with but a cot and a bucket for furniture waiting for someone to actually want her like a pathetic lost dog. Her clothing was old and faded and comprised of jeans and a purple pullover. Her wand had been snapped in two, and her other witch’s identifiers had all been burned. It was illegal now for a person without witch lineage to practice magic.
When did all this happen? Well, there was the great assault on the castle, where under the direction of Minevera McGonnagal, the grounds were saved from the assault of Lord Voldermort, but what they didn’t realize, was that a few of the dark wizards among the Death Eaters knew that he had become vulnerable because of signs, and they wanted to take advantage of the weakened ministry. They would take over England, and they put into effect a secret plan.
The Dark Lord fell, and the main followers of the Dark Lord died that night, but a few people, who either had not heeded the call, or who had been powerless to act such as Lucious Malfoy had put into effect other plans. Among those that were secretly building a mutiny against the famed Dark Wizard, were Snape, who had fallen in the forbidden forest, and Draco who had been upset that the Dark Lord had been so harsh with his father because of one Harry Potter that even the Dark Lord couldn’t seem to get rid of.
The main armies of these rebels of the Dark Lord waited until the final battles of the war against the castle, and then they walked in almost unopposed for every wizard and witch had drained him or herself to withstand the Dark Lord’s mighty army. It had been an easy clean up, and now, there was a new power in town.
Hermoine’s eyes opened and she looked up at the ceiling of her cell blinking a couple of times as she remembered the final minutes of the new assault against the castle. The leaders defending the castle were all killed in battle including McGonnagal. The leaders of Voldermort’s armies were also killed if they did not accept the change to the new council of leadership.
Hermoine picked herself up off of her cot, now a lovely twenty three year old muggle-born without any wand or trappings of a witch of any kind. She walked towards the door of the cage holding her stomach, wanting to appeal to her guard for a little mercy.
The man that stood there, looked into the cage with a crooked-toothed smile.
“Master says you will be sold today,” he informed her. “You will eat soon, and then be taken for a bath. Someone special wants you, and we must give him the very best you we can.”
Hermoine nodded and walked back to her cot her head held down in misery. All of this war had been for nothing. Ron had abandoned Harry and her halfway into the battle. He had never found his way back to them. Harry had been killed. Her parents had no memory of her, and now she was nothing but a dog to someone. A dog, that could do tricks like talk, was all that she now was.
Through the last two years, though she had seen nothing but one cot cells most of her time, and had a very difficult life, she refused to bend to the will of the conquerors which had earned her a few backhands and immediate removal from the premises that she had been sold to. No one seemed keen to strike her in the face often though, and though they did magically cause her pain to try to bend her to their will, she resisted no one wanted to really take the time to train her as a slave. She was just too willful, and yet, no one seemed to want to end her miserable like either.
“Get up,” the guard shouted at Hermoine for she had lain down again. Someone was walking along the stone paved basement or dungeon that she was kept in.
A young girl about Hermoine’s age with golden blond hair, a flower in it, and a dreamy smile walked forward. “You have to be washed up now,” she said in her usual mystic-like voice.
“Luna? Is that you?”
“Yes,” she smiled. “I’m glad that you remembered me. I really appreciate what you did for my dad, not holding it against him that he tricked you for my sake.”
“It was nothing,” Hermoine looked down. “So, you are a slave too? But I thought you were witches.”
“Well, it seems these days, even if you were once friends of Harry Potter, then you are as bad as non-worthy witches.”
“Sorry,” Hermoine sighed.
“Come on, we take you for a bath now, and something to eat, and then Mr. Malfoy will be by to pick you up.”
“Malfoy?” Hermoine about gagged.
“Yes. It seems that Draco’s dad has bought you as some kind of present or something.”
“Present?” Hermoine was liking this less and less as Luna Lovegood gave her more information in baby bites.
“Surely, he would have a better present in mind for someone he truly respects,” Hermoine half laughed to herself. “Why would he want me?”
“It seems that he thinks you are just right for this person, but I’m not yet sure who you are going to. It could be to Ronald.”
“Ron? Ron Weasley? Is he okay?”
“Yes, he is. He’s always been a bit of a jerk though,” Luna said sincerely.
“Why are you talking about him like this?” Hermoine asked Luna. Though it was true that Ron had left during their mission early to defeat the Dark Lord, she had always thought it was because he had been jealous of Harry. She would never have been prepared to even think about what Luna’s reply would be.
“Don’t you know? He is one of Draco’s best friends these days,” she said. “He is accepted as a full blood wizard by the council and everyone believes that either you or Harry had hoodwinked him into being your lap dog.”
Hermoine’s face lit up as though it were on fire, and the blood seemed to conjure a flame there for just a moment before it went out. She was upset and sure that every word Luna had said was some kind of lie fed to her by her captors.
“Whatever,” Hermoine tried to calm herself down. There was no way Ronald would be friends with Draco, nor that Draco would even accept him as an equal, so Luna was probably just being her usual cook-y self again. She probably heard this rumor and like everything else she and her dad wrote about in the Quibbler, had believed it. |
The Unicorn and the Dragon
It had been a couple of days since Hermoine was led up to her room and the Malfoys seemed to have completely forgotten about her, other than making sure she had food, but maybe that was because duty was left to a little house elf by the name of Misty. Hermoine had seen her at times since she could not leave the locked bedroom, and the elf did have to straighten things at some time.
Hermoine had a single bed that wasn’t too hard to sleep in, but the idea that Lucius would allow such a cheap bed in his dwelling was actually laughable, so of course it was somewhat comfortable. She also had a desk with her journal laying open on it, some books against one wall, and two doors. One door led to the landing on the fifth floor which had been locked since the day she had been taken up there, and the other door led to a tiny room with but a strange bucket like thing with a toilet seat over it. It was no mystery what it was for, but it was rather awkward to use because it felt too small and too low for her.
Now, as the sun rose in the window, Hermoine opened her eyes and looked about in the attic like room, though not really that bad for a slave’s conditions. She sighed and walked over to her desk to read the journal. Yes, it was a magic one. Sometimes, it told her what to do, and sometimes, she was to write in it. It being the second day of her being up there, and she still not being used to the bucket in the bathroom, she saw a pair of undies she had used the day before, lying by the toilet door still damp with urine. She shook her head.
She read the journal for the second time in a space of moments, and realized that it had something written in the day planner for this day other than meal times and a bath time. It had ‘meet Draco’ written in it at 10:30. Maybe they had taken her up there for two days to show her how much she needed his company even if she didn’t like it. It certainly was no fun to be left all alone in one small room with nothing but the books they had, of which she found a couple to be very interesting.
Hermoine looked around the small room, but there were no clocks, and she had no way of telling time but by the movement of the sun out her window. She shook her head and turned the page of the journal over to write something in it.
“Though trapped in a pit of snakes, they will not break me. I may not be the Griffon that my house at school had sorted me into, but I will not be controlled either. I am a person, not an animal or a slave. They will not control me as they seek to do.”
She wrote this knowing full well that the Malfoys were reading it. Did they really expect her to write what she really secretly thought in something magical that they had control over? They had to be nuts to think so! She then stood up and walked over to the small room, a little apprehensive about the bucket. Every time she had tried to use it, it had not been a good experience.
Holding the door open, she looked down at the bucket and then she heard the tiny pop of air from behind her to tell her that Misty had come to check on the room again, and had probably brought her some breakfast.
“I sees that miss had wet her undies again,” the elf looked up at her as picked up the green panties with a patch of yellow stain in the crotch. Hermoine didn’t even answer. Of course she had wet! What were they expecting with giving her such a ridiculous contraption to use for a toilet! It was worse than a training potty for toddlers!
Hermoine looked back down at Misty, and saw her folding the wet panties up and placing them in a small basket that she would magic to the laundry place, where ever that was. On her bed, was a tray with some biscuits and gravy, some juice, and an orange—for breakfast. She walked into the little closet space, closed the door feeling cramped in there, and started to pull down her jeans and panties.
Sitting on the toilet seat over the bucket, and spreading her legs to try to balance herself, but with the closet space so small, it was no good, and she fell over the clumsy contraption. She picked up the bucket with both hands as she got back to her knees, and she tried again just as a little of her pee hit the bottom of the bucket making a dull sound fill the tiny closet. She really had to pee bad, and this contraption was the worst!
Finally balanced on it for a few seconds, she started to squirt into it. The feeling was very relaxing as the third squirt flew past her cunny lips, and she relaxed. Just as she sighed and started to let the flood open, her weight changed somewhat, and the bucket slipped sideways spilling her and her pee onto the floor getting her jeans and her shirt all wet and the puddle spread around the floor.
Hermoine sighed and stood up. She finished letting the pee pour from her tired muscles all over the floor and her pants that were still at her ankles. Without any magic or anything at all to clean up with, she had to just go back into the room with her golden hairs in perfect view to the empty room, but it seemed that the elf had already taken care of that. She saw a clean pair of purple panties and a skirt on the bed along with a sweater top.
At least they were not abusing her… or not yet anyway. Other than complete solitude, they had not done anything to her at all. She hated the bucket toilet, and the fact there was no shower or bath, so she had to wait for Misty to bring her a bath in an old fashion tub at around noon.
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At precisely ten thirty, Hermoine was lying across the bed with a book reading on her stomach, her legs and most of her thighs in view to the young blond Draco when he opened the door to check in on her.
“Granger?” he walked in. “I’m glad you are dressed. You got my message that I’d be coming to see you today, didn’t you?”
Hermoine turned around and looked down towards him from her position. She nodded.
“Good, well, before I take you downstairs, you and I need to have a talk.”
Hermoine sighed and sat up to listen to him.
“My dad expects you to behave yourself. I’m going to tell you what that means, so you can avoid getting yourself in trouble. You will only talk if you are addressed, and you will only answer questions you are asked. You will not give your unwanted opinions, and you will sit there and smile even if someone decides to say something unsavory to you.”
She nodded. It was no use in doing anything to upset her new master unless she had a chance to escape.
“Good. Please come down the stairs.”
Hermoine sighed. Here it started. She was going to finally be exposed to what they’d really want from her, and she felt herself fidget about it for a moment. There was one thing a bit strange about Draco. He had not called her a mudblood yet, which was a record. He hadn’t said anything mean to her yet. Was he growing up?
She followed behind Draco about a step or two as was the traditional place for a slave. When he paused to open the door to the great hall in which his father was at the head of a table full of guests, she felt a cold chill run down her back. They were all foul dark wizards, but they had all come in after the attack from Voldemort, and she knew that they were not only foul, but traitorous even to their own lords. How they had any kind of order at all, she didn’t know.
Draco opened the doors wide and walked in to take his place at the long table. Lucius looked at the open doors at the lone figure that stood there.
“Granger,” he called to her.
Hermoine’s heart was racing. She was sure that this was some strange ritual that was meant to embarrass the new servants, but she looked on into the room. She stepped forward, and Lucius called around to the table around them.
“As you can see, I’ve found the last of the would-be heroes that had been working to de-thrown the dark lord since the beginning. Though we have been at odds for most of their time, I must admit that we could not have had our justice had it not been for this muggle-born.”
Several of the people at the table looked from him to her in disbelief.
“Oh, I know what you all think of muggle-borns,” he said his voice laced in ice. “I quite agree that they barely deserve to be alive as a general rule, but this one, she had helped the famous Potter to discover his weaknesses and to make him mortal. So, she is now my son’s special servant. Whatever he wants of her, she will do it, but no one else will touch her unless they want the full wrath of the Malfoy house upon them.”
Several people shifted uneasily in their seats.
“Granger, some and sit by your master,” he motioned for her to take the empty seat by Draco.
Hermoine would have liked nothing better than to just walk away, but she knew better. This meeting was too important to just walk away from to the Malfoys, and she had to endure whatever it was they were going to talk about.
“Now, Hermoine.” Lucius turned to face her. “I trust your room is at least comfortable?”
Hermoine nodded.
“Good. We are going to ask you a few questions about how it was that a muggle-born not only knows magic, but also how it is that you are so clever as well, for it is no secret that you are very gifted.”
“I don’t think I can actually answer those questions,” she whispered down the table. “I don’t know the answers.”
“I see. So you think that it was just something you were born with? You think are you as pure blood as the rest of us?”
That was a loaded question, and she knew it.
“Sir? I am only human. What makes a pureblood, I have little knowledge of, but I know I can use a wand, and that I have learned as much at Hogwarts as your own son, Draco, so make of that what you want.”
Lucius loved the way she put things. She called herself only human, and yet she claimed to have the same abilities as Draco in that very same comment. She was certainly entertaining.
“Well, then, just human. Perhaps there is a way we can test the difference between a witch and a muggle.”
“What is that, sir?” she tried to keep her self cool and respectful though she wanted to just jump up, run over, and punch the great Lucius in the nose.
“How would you say, we have a little contest? If you win, we will let you have a wand with some powerful restraining spells on it, and you can use a little magic, but if you lose, you dress exactly as we say, even as a house elf, if I decide to make you, and you will make an unbreakable vow that you will not seek to escape or kill Draco.”
Hermoine looked down.
“I see. You know you cannot compete with a pureblood, yes?”
“It’s not that,” Hermoine looked into his face a little defiance in her eyes. “You will have wands, and I will have?”
“Oh, we’ll make it fair,” Lucius told her. “If you think being human is the same as being a witch, then we’ll prove it with something that is a very basic life process.”
“What is that?” Hermoine was all ears.
“We’ll have a contest about bladders. You will compete with a girl your age, and if I show you that witches have better bladders, then you have to agree that pure bloods are better and do anything Draco says. If you win, I’ll relent that perhaps, some muggles can learn magic on their own, and give you a wand.”
Hermoine didn’t like the sound of the contest. Did Lucius know that with the conditions that slaves were kept in, that it had done damage to her bladder? Would he accept that, or would he just claim it was an excuse for her to be exempted? No, she couldn’t let him know she was weak anyway, especially for being human since just being human made her look weak to him anyway.
“If we do that,” she slowly chose her words. “I want to choose my adversary, and we both have to have the same restraints, otherwise your contest is only as good as your word, and since you betrayed your original lord, to me, that isn’t much.”
Lucius smiled. She was very cunning, and it was a good riling point she made.
“As long as the one you compete with is not an old friend. I do not want you making any deals, so no Weasleys.”
“I agree. She has to be treated exactly as I am though during the time period the test. No matter what, she has to do the same things I do.”
“Agreed.”
“Not so fast. I do not want to be taken from my room. I want to stay there, and be treated as I have with exactly the same, and a spying mirror on both ends so we can both see each other. And she has to have the same bucket toilet, and be dressed in the same clothes. Neither of us is allowed anything more than you usually give your slaves.”
“Agreed,” Lucius smiled at her.
“Then I choose Narcissa!”
Narcissa looked daggers at her. “He said someone your age!”
“What’s wrong? Think a mere muggle will shame you?”
Narcissa became extremely quiet. |
Draco's Twist
Hermoine sat in the dim room that the Malfoys had first put her in, and she looked into the looking glass where they showed Narcissa’s similar room. She sighed as she thought about the situation she had created for herself, but still, it would even the playing ground, and there was a chance she would get her wand back.
The rules had been clear. The two ladies would have two days in their respective rooms to do as they pleased, but on the third day, a contest would then be held, and the one with the weaker bladder would be witnessed by all the Malfoys and perhaps a few of their friends.
Narcissa, however, knew that a woman that has had a child, or more in her life time, was no match for a child who had yet not had any. She also worried that her husband might be extremely disappointed in her if she lost, so without her husband’s knowledge, anyone else’s knowledge, without even alerting any house elves, she had enacted her plan to make Hermoine fail.
Hermoine, however, had seemed satisfied by the disappointed look that Narcissa had, an she was quite sure that she had the Malfoys where she wanted them. They would not have to admit that Wizards and Muggle born were nearly equal. And to make sure, she would certainly do everything in her power to practice before the main event.
“How are you doing?” Hermoine looked at the woman sitting on the uncomfortable bed in the other room through the mirror.
“I’d be better if I didn’t have to talk to you, mudblood,” the woman said in disgust. “I don’t know why Lucius is humoring you, but you best know that once this is done, you’ve just made your stay here a lot more difficult.”
“I think not,” Hermoine smirked. “Once you lose to me, you will have no choice but to honor your promise, unless you are inferior to even muggles who can at least, keep their word when they give it.”
The woman looked away. The very idea that she was expected to sleep and be treated just like one of the servants was humiliating, and all of this just because for some reason, her husband liked this one for some reason.
Hermoine turned from the mirror and went to sit on her bed. She lay there for a while thinking about how things had become and lamenting not being able to change it all. Voldemort had died, but in the end, he had won. The world was gloomy for anyone who was not a dark wizard.
There was a light tap at the bedroom door where Hermoine was staying in, and she sighed and stood up to be inspected by her master. Glancing in the mirror, she could see that Narcissa was not going to be inspected in the same manner. She just sat there on her bed and called to knocker to enter.
Draco entered Hermoine’s room, and he pushed her gently towards her bed. Pointing a wand at the mirror, he clouded it over so that Hermoine could not see what was on the otherside, but did that mean they could not see her side as well? She didn’t know.
“D…dr…Draco? We are supposed to be able to see each other,” Hermoine whispered.
“If you really want my father to watch me check you like a little girl, and dress you, fine. I can uncover it.”
Hermoine’s face blushed. “But that as the deal. We were supposed to be able to see.”
Draco released the spell on the mirror on his side, but the other side had the same foggy appearance from the other side. “Apparently, my father is not going to let you see him take care of my mother that way, and I don’t blame him. So, are you sure you don’t want the same privacy?”
Hermoine sighed, and Draco resealed their end of the mirror.
“Now, sit down a minute, Granger. I want to talk to you about what you’ve gotten yourself into. There is no way you are going to beat my mom.”
Hermoine looked at him as he rubbed her left thigh.
“My mom has not only my dad on her side, but she is a dark wizard. There are things that we dark wizards go through to train ourselves up against this kind of humiliation, and if you plead for mercy now, my dad might go easy on you, and not force you to make the unbreakable vows you had agreed to.”
“Did he send you in here to soften me up?” Hermoine asked him folding her arms across her chest.
“No,” Draco told her. “I do know, however, that you cannot win. I do not want an unbreakable vow from you. If you stay with me without escaping, I want it to be because you really respect the power I have, not some curse that is over you.”
“I will beat your mom, though,” Hermoine said. “Your mom is not used to the conditions of a servant. She will find it difficult keep up with me after a couple of days in the same kind of treatment as I’m in.”
“My mother,” Draco looked her in the eye. “Has been through a lot more than you can ever realize, and she most certainly will beat you at this little game. As matter of fact, I bet you use the bucket over there before she does.”
“Yeah? Well, since we’ve already made our wagers for something else, it’s too bad for you.”
“We could make another one,” Draco smiled. “If you use the bucket first, you plea with my dad to stop the contest and to not use the unbreakable vow at which point, I will come in and tell him I don’t want a vow like that from you because it will show weakness that I cannot control my own property, and if you somehow outlast my mom for the bucket, then I’ll do a permanent sticking charm on the bucket so at least it will not fall over on you when you try to use it.”
“Fine,” Hermoine said. “I never liked using it anyway, so I’ll try to wait it out without using it.”
Draco smiled. He then felt further up her thigh towards her privates, and he smiled. She was not wet, or at least not yet that he could tell. “Oh yeah, and wetting your pants will be considered cheating. If you pee at all before my mother, you will be considered to be the loser.”
Hermoine blushed. “Draco! What would make you think I’d do that kind of thing?”
He shrugged and walked out of the room as Misty, a house elf entered with some food. |
"Goku, wait up!" Trunks shouted, quickly going Super Saiyan to catch up.
"Grandpa!" Pan stopped and bent over to catch her breath, then quickly did the same. Her hair became shiny with small golden spikes, though it remained in a shoulder-length style falling over her back, it ended in several gold spikes.
Young Goku laughed and did exactly that, his hair becoming spikey yellow and his eyes pale green.
Pan sighed and lowered herself to the ground, her hair and eyes returning to normal. She watched as Trunks and Goku ran through the medow.
"Immature kids!" she sniffed, pulling out a bottle of water and gulping from it. She sighed and pulled out a handheld game system and began fighting a final boss. Giru joined her a moment later and hopped up on her shoulder, watching her as the fight got tougher.
"Danger Pan, danger!" he said as the boss knocked the redhead character backwards, causing him to lose all his health and faint.
"I know!" Pan snarled as another character, a young girl on a giant plushie, pulled out an item to heal Pan's character, and Pan rushed back into battle. A moment later, she lost.
"AAARRRRRGG!" she cried.
"You know, Pan," Giru said as Pan was returned to the title screen.
"A team of Guy, Luke, Anise, and Tear is better. Jade too slow, Natalia too weak."
Pan glared at him.
"Gee, thanks." she grumbled.
(In the game, the redhead approaches a tree root. Pan presses a button, and a blue creature like a bunny or a cat jumps out and shouts, "Fire!" a burst of flames erupts from the creature's mouth. The tree root burns down, clearing a path for the characters.)
The screen flickered, then ran out of power and shut off.
"Crap!" Pan growled.
"Giru, Giru!" Giru mumbles.
Pan looked up to see Trunks and Goku standing over her.
"Hey Pan." Goku laughed.
"What are you playing?"
"Hmph!" Pan sniffed.
"It's far too mature for you, Grandpa!"
"Oh, okay."
There was a pause, then Trunks turned to look at Pan.
"So, you ready to get going?" he asked.
"Oh, alright." Pan said, realizing the water she had earlier was starting to get to her.
(The group had arrived in a small town about 15 minutes later, where a kind old lady welcomed them into her home, telling them they had arrived just in time for tea.)
"I don't drink tea." Pan told the lady impatiently.
"Oh?" the lady asked, smiling.
"Would you care for a soda?"
The woman had barely finished her sentence when Pan snatched up the rootbeer the woman was holding, and began chugging loudly. She slammed the empty bottle down on the table with a loud burp.
Trunks starred at her, and Goku snickered.
"What?" Pan asked, her bladder starting to get a little full for her liking.
"We really should be going now." Trunks said to the kind lady.
"Thank you for the food!" Goku added.
The woman smiled and waved as the trio left the town.
"Goodbye, now!" she called after them.
(After walking for about an hour, our heros find themselves wandering lost in a field, following a clear blue river as a guid, hoping to find a place to stay the night.
"Wait," Goku said.
"Hold on, Trunks, I've gotta go."
Pan glared as Goku ran up to a bush, yanked his pants down, and relieved himself.
"Grandpa, let's go!" she yelled, feeling her own bladder begging for relief.
Goku ran over to Trunks, and the two walked on. Pan slowed her pace, allowing the boys to pass her.
Giru approached her.
"Hello Pan, did you beat the boss?"
"No!" Pan shouted, annoyed.
"I used a team of Luke, Jade, Natalia, and Anise, and I lost!"
"Pan," Trunks called from up front.
"Did you already try putting Guy in the lead with Jade, Tear, and Luke? That's how I did it."
"No!" she yelled, feeling her bladder spasm painfully. She jammed her hands into her crotch, barely noticing Trunks still watching her.
"Pan, is something the matter?" he asked.
"No." Pan replied, her face growing red as a couple of droplets escaped her.
Trunks shrugged.
"If you say so."
After another 10 minutes, Pan realized she was losing it.
"Excuse me a moment." Trunks said ducking behind a rock. Pan's irritation was growing; she couldn't just duck behind something. They were guys, she wasn't. Pan gasped as she felt a single spurt escape. She grabbed herself and mashed her legs together.
Trunks returned a minute later, relieved, and then saw the state Pan was in. He shrugged though. She would admit it when she wanted to.
After five more minutes, Pan froze in her tracks. She moaned loudly as she bent over, hands at her crotch, rocking back and forth. Another spurt escaped, this one longer. A small dark spot became visible on her jeans, and she struggled to keep the rest in.
Trunks glanced back at her, jeans now wet. But, again, he ignored her.
(After a couple more spurts, Pan and the others find themselves in a small village.)
Pan glanced around, relieved to see a public girl's room several feet away. Trunks turned to her.
"So, Pan, do you think we should-"
"Sorry, Trunks, be right back!" she called, racing for relief.
She entered the room, but to her dismay, there were no vacant stalls, and a line waiting for them. A woman turned to her and gasped.
"Oh, sweetie," she said.
"You can go ahead of me if you want."
"No thankyou," Pan said through gritted teeth.
"I can wait."
(Finally, the next stall is hers, but an old lady is s-l-o-w-l-y leaving it.)
"Move it!" Pan shouted, finally desperate enough. She shoved to old lady aside, ignoring the gasp and shout.
Pan pulled the door closed and locked it, jiggling up and down. She tried to unzip her jeans, but if she stopped holding herself, she'd surely lose it. She somehow managed to unzip them before her bladder betrayed her. Her muscles gave in, and pee spurted out into her cotton panties. It soon began to flood her jeans, dribble down her legs, and finally forming a puddle on the floor. The sound of liquid on fabric echoed through the room, and the smell of urine was obvious now. She immediately heard whispers and giggles outside the door. She sheepishly left the stall, hanging her head and ignoring the stares, points, and laughs as she passed by everyone in line.
Trunks greeted her as she exited through the door tho the girls toilet.
"So," he snickered.
"You make it?" |
CHAPTER ONE.
Anise's Wet Rebirth
"Tear, cheer up, today's a day of celibration. Just think of all he's meant to us!"
Tear sighed and looked at Natalia.
"But now he's gone." she whispered.
"They're gone." Natalia corrected.
"And I miss them too."
"You ladies alright back there?" Guy called.
"We're just fine! ^_^" Anise sang, jumping up behind Guy and hugging him.
"Gya! Anise! S-stop it! Enough is enough! Please stop! Stooooooooooooooooop!"
Jade pushed his glasses farther up on his face.
"Well, I must say, Anise, you two are getting along nicely now, aren't you?"
"J-Jade! D-d-d-don't you get carried away too!" he froze as Anise climbed up onto his back.
"Uruuuhh… A-Anise, g-g-g-g-g-g- G-GET OFF!" he unsheathed his sword just as Anise flung herself off his back, landing triumphantly on her giant plushie's back. Guy moaned and fell to the ground as his own sword smacked him in the face and fell to the ground. Anise giggled and jumped down. Guy pulled himself to his feet and grabbed his sword. He began to slowly back away as Anise drew nearer.
"Anise, d-don't you dare-" he slammed into Tear, who had been walking by.
"G-gyaaaaaaa!" he turned and ran, only to come face to face with Natalia. He fell backwards.
"Guy, I'd say that's enough fooling around for one day!" she scolded.
"Y-y-yes, N-Natalia."
Guy stood up, whipped the grass, dirt, and blood off his face, and the group continued on their way.
"I'm tiered." Anise complained.
"Guuuy!"
Guy turned around.
"Wh-what?"
"Guuuuuy! I'm b-o-r-e-d!"
"Now Anise," said Jade.
"If you want something from him, is that any way to get it?"
"No Sir!"
"Well…"
"Yes Sir. Peta, peta, peta, peta, peta, peta…"
"St-stop it! Gyaaha-aa! J-Jade, don't encourage her! Woah! Ahhhhrg!"
Natalia rolled her eyes, and Tear wept silently.
"Oh Luke," she murmered.
"C-c'mon, guys, we-we gotta tight schedule. Kn-knock it off now." Guy whimpered.
"GUYS!" shouted Natalia.
The two straitened up.
"Yes, Natalia." they said in unison.
Anise slumped down on her plushie's back.
"It's hoooooot." she moaned, pulling out a canteen of water and swallowing half the clear liquid in one gulp.
"We're almost there," whispered Tear.
The group arrived half an hour later.
Tear sat on the rock where she and Luke had met the first time, then, a year later, the last.
She closed her eyes and sang. The sweet, angelic sound filled the air, carrying with it all of Tear's greif and sadness, and the heavy weight on all their shoulders.
"Luke," Tear whispered after she finished singing.
A strong wind blew, carrying voices.
Words.
"Mystearica," it murmured.
"Tear."
"Luke, don't leave me."
"I must." the wind whispered back.
"Luke?"
There was no reply.
"Luke!"
The rest of the group stood back, faces nearly expressionless.
Guy had his sword in the ground and his head lowered. Natalia was looking down, face pale and blank. Jade stared straight ahead, hair blowing in the wind. Anise was facing the other direction, hiding her tear-streaked eyes, and Tear was kneeling on the ground sobbing.
Natalia placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"It's time to go."
Tear said nothing and stood.
As the group walked on, Anise felt a slight tug in her bladder, but with all the pain and greif in the air, she didn't dare say a word.
Trying to break the unbearable silence that seemed to be choking her, Anise pushed Guy, and although he staggered back several feel, eyes widened, he continued walking, gaze lowered.
"Not now, Anise."
Anise rubbed her belly as she felt slightly more than a little discomfort.
"T-Tear," she asked timidly.
"C-can we stop a moment?"
Tear turned to look at her, but it was Natalia who answered.
"No, Anise. We should be home by morning."
"'Kay."
The trudged on, Tear occasionally gasping and realeasing a shuddering sob.
Anise sqeezed her legs together.
Tear shook off Natalia's hand.
"I'm fine. Besides, Anise is right. We should camp out here."
"A-alright." Natalia nodded.
Anise soon found herself tucked into a sleeping bag. She sat up, planning to go satisfy her nagging urge to pee. Yeah, good luck with that.
"Anise, is that you?" Tear asked.
"Try to get some sleep."
"But-" Anise started.
Then Tear began to sing a hauntingly familiar melody.
No!
Anise felt her eyelids become droopy. Her head lowered onto her pillow, and she fell asleep, badder full.
Anise sat bolt upright, wide awake. Luke's 21st birthday was over, so she knew Tear would have calmed down a bit. Anise's thoughts were inturuppted as she recalled her strong urge to pee.
Everyone else had went outside, so this seemed like the perfect opportunity to sneak out.
Too bad for her, she was greeted by Tear as soon as she stepped out into the forest clearing.
"Oh, Anise, please, join us for a feast."
Since Luke had been proclaimed dead a little before his 20th birthday, just before his Coming-of-Age Ceramony, the group celebrated three days in a row; Death, Birth, and Rebirth. Today was Rebirth.
"Oh, um, no thank you, Tear, I, er, I, this is to say I-"
"Anise, please! It's Rebirth today!"
"Well I… oh, alright."
Anise sat at the table-a large tree stump and a long, flat, smooth stone, and a bright red mushroom-and squirmed in her seat, a small log.
"A-Anise?" asked Guy, who was seated next to her on a rock.
"P-Pass me th-th-the chiffon c-cake."
"Here." Anise passed him the plate of her favorite treat, wincing as her bladder jolted.
This would be painful…
Two hours later, as the group was walking, Anise rode on her plushie, jamming her hand between her legs.
"Guuuy! Teeear! How much longer?"
"Just another hour, I'd say." replied Jade.
Anise moaned, and gasped as she spurted into her panties.
"Nataliaaaaa!"
"What?" Natalia whispered, falling into step beside her.
"Natalia," she whispered, glad the others couldn't hear her.
"I think I just peed a little." she admitted sheepishly. She felt another spurt come out, and she squealed and grabbed herself, squeezing for all she was worth.
Natalia's eyes widened.
"Anise! I need to pee too, don't remind me!"
Anise moaned as a third burst of liquid escaped, and a wet patch was becoming visible on her cloths.
"Just a little longer, Anise!"
"N-no, I-I just c-c-can't hold it." she whimpered as yet another short blast escaped.
Natalia clutched tightly through her dress.
"Anise, no…" but it was too late. Anise gave a final grunt before her overfull bladder let go.
"M-much b-better." she sighed.
Ten minutes later, Natalia and Anise ducked into a girl's room. Natalia made it as far as a stall before she had a very wet, sticky dress.
She turned to Anise.
"What?" the 14 year old asked.
"Anise." Natalia said solemly.
"We must never speak of this again. |
A/N: Finally got around to posting the second part to this- I promise part 3 won't be anywhere near as long coming.
Here's the link to part one in case you haven't already read it: http://omorashi.org/topic/3765-camping-trip-part-one/page__hl__%2Bcamping+%2Btrip__fromsearch__1
***
It seemed that my bladder had been weakened by this experience, as, by the time we had reached the campsite forty minutes later, I urgently needed to relieve myself once more.
“I’m just going to run to the toilet. Leave the tents for now, and I’ll help in a minute,” I said, the minute we had found a good spot and thrown off our rucksacks.
The others stared at me. “I’m not surprised you need a pee, you haven’t been all day!” Rick told me, with a rare note of appreciation in his tone.
“God, I wish my bladder was that strong,” Alexa added, somewhat resentfully.
“Although I do seem to recall you dancing from foot to foot like a desperate little girl somewhat earlier,” Katie commented snidely, and I felt a heat rise to my cheeks.
“Yeah, I thought you looked like you needed to wee earlier too,” Mark said, sounding confused, “And then it seemed to go away.”
“Coincidentally right after you and Regan had that rather out-of-character ‘water fight’,” Katie added smugly.
I looked around the group, feeling trapped. But then a huge rush of desperation came over me and I hastily crossed my legs.
“I’m sorry, I really do need the toilet,” I mumbled, turning and heading swiftly over to the toilet block before any of the others could comment further.
I had felt desperate, but all I was able to produce, once sitting on the toilet, was a tiny trickle. Frustrated, I pushed harder, trying to force more to come out and ended up emitting a lot of gas, but no more urine. Sighing, I gave up and grabbed some paper. While I was patting myself dry, I glanced down at my bare private area- somewhere I always meticulously avoided looking. My vagina was completely obscured by thick, dark hair. I had never shaved or even trimmed in that particular area. Since nobody ever saw it (I hadn’t even been swimming since I had started puberty, hating the way I looked in a swimsuit) I had never felt any particular need to. But if Regan had seen it earlier- and I was almost sure that she had- what on earth had she thought? Would she think it abnormal to be that hairy down below?
Cursing myself for having lost control in front of her like that, I pulled my still-slightly-damp knickers back over myself. Too-tight, little-girl knickers made of cotton which had once been white, but had faded to an indistinct grey colour after having been washed several times too many. What had Regan thought of them? I only ever bought clothes out of necessity- to replace old ones which had fallen apart- and I cared about underwear even less than any other item of clothing, due again to the fact that nobody ever saw them.
And why should I care what Regan thought anyway? I never cared what anyone thought about my clothes- so why Regan? Why had I looked through my wardrobe so meticulously two days ago, trying to decide what I should wear on this hike? I had told myself that it was due to a need to dress for the conditions I might encounter during the walk, but I couldn’t hide from the fact that it had been Regan on my mind while selecting clothes.
And why? Even if I dared to admit to myself that I might have the tiniest crush on Regan (it was nothing to be ashamed of, after all: who didn’t have a crush on Regan?) there was no use in attempting to impress her for the simple reason that she would never choose someone like me when she could have her pick of anybody, anybody at all.
Even in the unlikely event that she’d had some sort of feelings for me prior to today, they would most certainly have been extinguished by now, I told myself scathingly. Not only had I- to use Katie’s words- been “dancing around like a desperate little girl” in front of her, but I had made an exhibition of myself in front of her; and that was not to mention that fact that I’d urinated all over my knickers, trousers and shoes. She must think me to be the most disgusting girl on the planet.
I rarely cry, but I could not prevent hot tears from filling my eyes just then, and I pressed a hand to my mouth to prevent myself from letting out a sob. This camping trip had been a mistake: I was sure of it. But at least I could be grateful for the fact that I owned my own tent, and therefore did not need to share with any of the other girls.
“Cassie?” I heard an all-too-familiar voice call, and I jerked my head up, hastily brushing away my tears with the back of my hand.
“What is it, Regan?” I called back, my voice sounding surprisingly steady.
“Are you okay in there? You’ve been gone ages. We’ve set up all the tents already.”
“Oh.” Embarrassed that I had been lost in thought for so long, I flushed the toilet and unlocked the door. “I told you to wait for me.”
“I know, but some of the others were too impatient to wait. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I deliberately avoided looking at Regan as I moved to the grotty basins to wash my hands.
“Are you sure? You look as if-” Regan began, but then stopped, apparently realising that I didn’t want to talk about whatever it was that was upsetting me, “Never mind. Anyway, there’s been a bit of a problem with the tents.”
“I’m not surprised, if Rick was involved in putting them up,” I said scathingly, grabbing a paper towel to dry my hands on the way to the door.
“Not a problem with putting them up. I mean a problem with the tents themselves,” Regan said, trotting alongside me, “The tent Lexi brought, which she thought was a three-man tent, is actually a two-man. We had a look inside, and there’s absolutely no way we’re going to get three of us in there along with all our stuff.”
“I see,” I said, slowing as I considered the frightening implications of this.
“So would it be okay if I shared your tent?” Regan asked, looking at me with pleading eyes, “It’s a two-man as well, right?”
“It is a two-man,” I replied, before swallowing thickly to quell my fear. Mentally, I listed the reasons why I couldn’t share a tent with Regan. Because sleeping so close to you might cause me to lose my rationality and do something stupid like kiss you. Because sharing a tent with you would make it unavoidable for you to discover my secret. But, of course, I couldn’t tell Regan either of these things. “Of course you can share my tent,” I told her helplessly.
“Oh thank you!” she gripped my hand gratefully, and my heart conducted a strange sort of leap. I almost groaned in anxiety. Tonight was going to be even more difficult than I had imagined.
***We spent an enjoyable evening around a makeshift campfire: singing silly songs, playing games and chattering about insignificant things. For the first time, I felt like part of the group, and grew to realise that I actually liked several of the people on this trip. Denny was one of the funniest people I had ever met, and I especially liked the fact that his humour was never spiteful. I also liked the way he occasionally put his arm around Mark without the smallest hint of shame, and I found myself feeling warm and content every time he did so. Adam seemed pleasant enough, and the songs he played on the guitar he had lugged along with us were bittersweet and relaxing. He allowed Alexa to play several songs on it too, but she wasn’t nearly as good, and spent a lot of time giggling as Katie whispered things to her behind her hand, most of the time looking at me.
“For god’s sake, you two,” Regan said suddenly, sitting up and causing me to start. She had been sitting beside me, leaning lazily into my side with her arm around my waist and I had been leaning back against the tent, my eyelids flickering. Inwardly I reprimanded myself for almost having fallen asleep: I needed to fight harder to stay awake or else get myself ready for bed so that it wouldn’t matter if I fell asleep.
“If you’ve got something to say, say it to the group,” Regan was saying, looking sternly at Katie. “You’re really wetting me off with all that whispering.”
“I second that,” Mark replied wearily from Denny’s lap, where he had been resting his head.
“I third it,” Denny added, and Katie rolled her eyes.
“Okay, I get the idea,” she said, rising to her feet, “Whatever. I’m going to bed anyways.”
“Bed sounds like a good idea,” Mark said, stretching his arms out in an exaggerated yawn.
“What do you think, sweets?” Regan asked softly, turning to look at me, “Bedtime?”
“I-” I began, but then faltered, forgetting what I had been about to say. Sweets. The affectionate pet name had thrown me off. “I’ll join you in a minute,” I said finally, “I just- erm, toilet.”
“Mmkay.” Regan leaned up and, to my great surprise, kissed me on the cheek. “See you in a minute.”
“Wow,” Alexa commented as soon as Regan had disappeared into the tent, her eyes wide, “Looks like someone’s got a soft spot for you, Cassie.”
A blissful warmth began to bubble inside me, but I said nothing. Upon hearing Alexa’s words, however, Katie, who had been on her way to the tent, turned. “Regan fancy Cassie?” she asked, then exploded into vicious laughter, “What the hell, Lexi? She’s got far better taste than that.”
“So why’d she go for you, then?” Rick teased, and Katie pouted, turning quickly away and disappearing into her tent. I looked at Rick, frowning as I tried to figure out the extent to which he was joking. Had something happened between Regan and Katie? I knew that Regan liked girls: that much was common knowledge. But Katie?
I stayed in the circle for a while, not wanting to voice the question myself, but hoping that somebody else might elaborate further on what might or might not have happened between the two girls. The conversation had switched abruptly to some television show that I had no interest in watching or discussing, however, and I found my eyelids beginning to droop drowsily once more.
Afraid that I might actually fall asleep out here, I quickly stood.
“Right, I’m getting off to bed,” I announced, “Night everyone.”
“Night, Cassie,” the remaining four replied, even Rick. He really hadn’t been so bad this evening, I considered thoughtfully; though I still held something of a grudge against him due to the fact that he was partially responsible for my embarrassing antics earlier- I felt that if he hadn’t taken us the way he had, we would have reached the campsite much sooner.
I unzipped my tent slowly, hoping against hope that Regan was asleep so that I could slip in unnoticed, retrieve what I needed from my rucksack, and slip out again. Thankfully, she was huddled in her sleeping bag with her eyes closed, her breathing deep and heavy. Breathing a sigh of relief, I shuffled on my knees to my rucksack and began rummaging through it.
“Cassie?” a sleepy voice murmured, and I looked over to see Regan sitting up very slightly and looking at me, “What are you looking for?”
“Just- just my night things,” I lied.
“They’re right here,” Regan said, to my horror, holding them up.
“You went through my things?” I asked, my heart beating dangerously fast.
“I just got your sleeping bag out, I didn’t look any further down,” Regan assured me, “Your night things were rolled up in it.”
“Ah,” I said, “Be right back while I change, then.”
“You can change here,” Regan said, “I won’t look if you don’t want me to.”
If you don’t want me to? I wondered fleetingly, but couldn’t pause for too long to ponder these words.
“I need to use the toilet too,” I told her, then in response to her questioning look added: “I got wrapped up in the conversation before and forgot to go.”
“Mmkay,” Regan said, snuggling down in her sleeping bag, “Hurry, won’t you? It’s scary being here all alone.”
“I will,” I promised, and glanced once more at my rucksack. Immediately I remembered the items I had been looking for were in a zip pocket, and hastily put my hand in and grabbed them. Thankfully, Regan didn’t question what I was doing this time and I was able to escape without any further questioning. |
This story contains female desperation, wetting, mind control (ie: forced wetting but without physical violence) and sex (not a major part of the story).
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The clock hanging crookedly on the shabby wall had just flipped past two am. I had been watching it for the past 17 minutes as my girlfriend leaned against my shoulder on the sagging couch and drunkenly babbled until she passed out, as I had planned. When we had arrived four hours ago, her hair had been neatly fixed, as always, but now the curly reddish-brown strands flowed wildly around her slim form, cascading down into the low neck of her top to rest between her breasts. At some point after she had stopped caring, her white bra strap had slipped off her shoulder and now rested on her arm, visible below the short sleeve of her shirt.
We formed an oasis of calm, ebbing at the edge of the wild party that had overtaken the old house by storm. This house embodied the very definition of a college party house. The sagging couch sat against the rear wall of the large great room. To my right, a beer pong table began hosting its 14th game of the night; the waiting list on the whiteboard behind it still filled from top to bottom, despite the fact that half the people on the list could not possibly finish another game without first passing out. To my left, a large oak table hosted twice as many people as chairs, and some card game that I could not possibly comprehend sober was underway. An archway behind the oak table opened up into a large wooden-floored dance room, filled wall-to-wall with writhing bodies. Through a doorway in the far wall of the great room, I could see into the kitchen. On its tile floor, six people were playing an intense game of caps. Throughout the house, music blared, people danced, and the drinks ran freely, even at this late hour.
I reached my hand into my pocket and wrapped my fingers around a cold, marble-sized stone. It fed on the energy of my body, drawing heat from my fingertips and leaving them chill and numb. Soon I felt the familiar tingle indicating the stone's readiness. Now my fun would begin. Mentally, I conveyed my orders to the ancient stone: I ordered it to begin filling the bladders of all female occupants of the house at a constant rate, such that in exactly ten minutes time they would be so full that they would involuntary lose control. To provide some level of fairness to said occupants, I then amended my instructions so that anyone who peed before the ten minutes were up would be released immediately from the stone’s control.
****
The dealer at the card table saved herself first. Scarcely three minutes from the issuing of my commands, she smiled triumphantly and threw down her final card. I heard a chorus of jovial boos arise from the others at the table as they dropped their hands in defeat. The champion left the table, stumbling straight(ish) for the small bathroom, located directly across the room from the couch on which I sat. She managed to stagger in without incident, then she flipped on the light and closed the door to the house's sole bathroom.
No sooner had the old dealer left the table, than a girl with flowing blond hair arbitrarily promoted herself to dealer and began shuffling for another round. Her black nearly-translucent top captured my gaze for nearly five minutes as I watched her toned arms shuffle and deal cards.
****
The opening of the bathroom door interrupted my pleasant daydream. On reflection, I found it amazing that one as drunk as she had only tied up the bathroom for five minutes. Her egress also drew the immediate attention of one of the dancers; the dancer leaned over and whispered to her partner, then headed towards the open door. As my gaze followed her across the room, I noticed one of the observers of the beer pong game also heading towards the bathroom. She was a cute brunette, and her knee-length brightly colored green skirt swirled around her knees as she walked hurriedly. But she did not walk quickly enough; the dancer entered the bathroom first and closed the door. Not wishing to appear desperate, the brunette altered her course slightly and instead headed to the kitchen. Moments later she emerged, sipping tenderly from a green cup as she returned to watch the game. I was amused to see her acting as if she had intended all along to consume more liquid rather than expel it.
Within thirty seconds, a line for the bathroom had begun to form. A girl, unfortunately I did not see whence she came, stood outside the door looking bravely calm. A hidden tension settled over the room; fewer drinks flowed from the kitchen, and I saw many covert glances at the bathroom door.
****
Around the T-minus two minute mark, the dancer finally left the bathroom. As soon as the single-person line had disappear, the nearest girl, another from the dance floor, quickly formed a new line. She stood with legs crossed, displaying an air of distinct discomfort, although her appearance as such was hardly unique to the house now. With one hand she alternated between fingering the button on her track pants and playing with the red bow in her hair, while the fingers on the other hand tapped incessantly against her left thigh; kept close in case she had to hold herself quickly.
Through the kitchen door I noticed one of the caps players give up her spot to an onlooker. Sitting with her legs spread out in front of her on the floor had clearly become too risky to continue with such a full bladder. She hobbled over to the bathroom line, her short skirt bunched up and held between her legs with both hands as she shifted her weight restlessly from one leg to the other.
Many of the card players were now fidgeting quite openly. One young lady, whose boyfriend sat upon her lap, tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear. I watched as the pair arose and the boyfriend took the chair. With him now on the bottom, she nestled her soon-to-be-wet bottom into his lap.
Shortly afterwords, a loud gasp instantly drew my eyes to the dance floor. The stone came alive in my pocket, and I used it to focus on the source of the noise. A girl in a skirt with black leggings stood near the center of the dance floor, standing in front of a boy whose arms were curled around her waist. Milliseconds dragged by as I watched the disaster unfold in slow motion. Unwittingly, the boy did the stone's work for it; attempting an impromptu dance move, he took a step backwards and then began a yank on the girl’s waist to pull her into his body. She felt the contact of his hands on her bare skin, followed by pressure against her taught belly. I watched her eyes widen as she realized what would inevitably follow. She bared her teeth in concentration to battle against the quickly increasing pressure in her bladder. Through the stone I felt her panic as one squirt shot into her black panties. She regained control, but the boy's arms pressed against her with more and more force each millisecond. Another squirt slipped free, immediately followed by a third. Bursts began pulsating out as she lost her balance and fell back against the boy, but still she tried to keep a mental count of each leak: five..... six.... seven.. eightnitenelev...
I withdrew my intense focus as she fell heavily against the boy. In his drunken state, the boy failed to hold her upright and the two collapsed to the floor. She had been facing me when she fell, and I stared intently between her legs at the black fabric glinting in the light as urine saturated the cloth and forced its way through. I heard him yell out as the girl's river of pee flowed over him and began forming a puddle on the dance floor beneath the couple.
The T-minus one minute mark had just passed when another pulse from the stone drew my attention away from the dance floor. Looking keenly around the room, I soon noticed a small wet spot on the floor beneath one of the girls sitting at the card table. Oddly enough, she wore bright pink slippers on her feet, despite the warm weather. Another girl sat upon her lap and both were ostensibly focused on the game. The girl on the bottom looked extremely calm; not at all like someone who had just had an accident. I continued observing her, and a few seconds later saw a surge of pee fall through the wicker chair and land in the dark spot on the floor. She had unknowingly freed herself with the very first release, but as I watched, she continued letting out small bursts in a last-ditch attempt to avoid flooding her khaki capris long enough to make it to the bathroom. The short bursts became progressively longer and longer though, even as the gap between them became shorter and shorter. Her plan had clearly backfired; she was losing control entirely on her own now.
By this time, several girls had started excusing themselves and, after seeing the line for the bathroom, decided the outdoors would be their deliverance. I felt a shiver from my girlfriend as she shifted restlessly on the couch beside me. Even in her unconscious state she had managed to bring one hand up to dwell between her legs.
With fewer than 25 seconds to go, the door to the bathroom finally creaked opened. The caps player waiting second in line still stood holding her skirt firmly between her legs with both hands, not caring who saw or watched. Her face registered cautious optimism when the door finally opened, but the face of the girl poised to enter the bathroom next shown with gleeful radiance; shining as if she had just finished a marathon. The red bow atop her hair bobbed cheerfully as she rushed towards the door, knowing she would make it, but her body responded too quickly to the sudden availability of a toilet. Her bladder began opening in anticipation before she had even made it through the bathroom door. As she turned to close the door, I caught a glimpse of an expression of anguish replacing the joy on her face as clearly as I saw a not-so-slow trickle of pee replacing the dryness of her grey track pants. The soaked fabric clung to her legs, noticeably outlining the now-wet panties she wore under it moments before the hard wood of the door blocked my gaze.
The pong observer with the green cup, who had previously been blocked from using the bathroom, interrupted my thoughts when she wandered into view from the kitchen. Her eyes were glued to the bathroom even before she set foot in the great room, but upon seeing the line, she slowly changed her course and walked over to the card table. She stood observing the game with her back to me, her knee-length black ruffled skirt swishing restlessly as she shifted weight from one leg to the other and back again. Fishnet leggings cover those legs, terminating in a pair of open-toed black high-heels. Suddenly the rustling of her skirt stopped and she froze with her weight still shifted to the right. A pencil thin line of liquid fell from between her legs. Undoubtedly, she was absolutely flooding whatever she wore under that skirt, for, in addition to the thin waterfall, two or three times as much pee was flowing out of the open toe of her right heel. It formed a mini river delta in the thin carpet as it spread out under the seat of one of the card players. From my position behind her I couldn't see her legs well, but I knew her inner thighs must be very warm indeed. However, mere moments after she lost – or perhaps gave up – control, she managed to regain it. She had regained control so quickly in fact, that no one in the room except her and I knew what had just happened. But both of us also knew that once the flood gates are opened, they are not easily shut for long.
All hell broke loose with five seconds to go. I lost track as women bolted towards the front and rear doors. Some crouched down on the floor of the great room. A few did nothing at all and just continued sitting or standing in place; apparently too drunk to either comprehend or accept what they knew was about to happen. And one, my girlfriend, lay passed out and completely oblivious to her desperate situation except, perhaps, in her dreams.
The caps player, still waiting not-so-patiently in line at the bathroom door, gradually lost her struggle. She felt intense heat between her legs as hot pee slowly filled her urethra despite her best efforts to hold it in. Her hands still held her skirt bunched against her panties as the pee began its unhurried journey through her clenched fingers to the floor.
Those who had waited until this moment to head for the exits were too late, I knew. Most fled from my view before they lost control, but I knew they would be uncontrollably leaking as they scrambled down the stairs and into the yard. The blond card dealer didn’t even make it to the doorway; she left the table like lightening and sprinted towards the kitchen door, but she slipped in a wet patch on the carpet and fell sprawling on her stomach. She looked at me with eyes wide and full of panic as she reached towards the zipper on her jeans and began struggling to get it down. Lying on her stomach made this quite difficult, but rolling onto her back was the last action she took dry. The urgency quickly faded from her movements, and she gave up altogether with her zipper only halfway down. Our eyes met for a few moments as the carpet below her faded to a darker shade, but then she cast an arm over her face, blocking her eyes.
Back at the card table, the pink-slippered girl was miraculously still in control, despite the continuous string of spurts she was letting out to relieve the pressure. However, the girl on her lap had evidently just reached the breaking point. She was heavily intoxicated and sitting on her friend’s lap reminded her too greatly of sitting on a toilet; that thought was all it took for her to let go. A downpour of pee inundated her shorts and filled her friend’s mostly-dry lap.
The girl beneath her was technically safe and probably could have held on, but she had just intentionally started to release another short burst when pee started flooding in from above. The liquid flooding her navel was warm and tickled slightly as it ran over her belly and into the cleft between her legs. She struggled to regain control of her own burst, but the pee felt so nice and warm, and she was tired of trying. Moments later, her own torrent joined that of her friend.
Across the table from the pair, the girl sitting on her boyfriend’s lap went wide-eyed as she observed the chaos erupting around her, but her expression was one of amusement rather than fear. She lived at this house and had already changed into her fuzzy blue pajamas for the evening. Locking lips with her boyfriend, she began vigorously rubbing herself against his crotch as she let nature take its course. She held nothing back, and within moments both were soaked from the waist down.
Looking through the doorway to the kitchen, I saw one ingenious girl hop up and sit over the sink. She flipped on the faucet and started rinsing her beer cup even as she lost control over the sink. She didn't even stop talking to the three boys standing around her, and they were none the wiser to the fact that she was wetting uncontrollably in her clothes as she talked to them.
****
Beyond my visual awareness, a girl in a dark upstairs bedroom gyrated her naked hips frantically around a hard dick buried deep within her. Passion, heat and more than a few drinks filled the couple completely. Several minutes ago, she had felt a nagging urge to pee, but right now she cared far more about fucking the stud below her than using the bathroom; going to the bathroom could wait until they finished, she told herself. So, she had totally dismissed the urge to go as only a drunk person can; just as she and the boy, who she had met earlier that night, had dismissed using a condom once a five second search of his wallet had failed to locate one. Instead, they had agreed that he would warn her in time to dismount before he came.
At the ten minute mark her bladder began releasing its contents, ignorant of her desire to wait until she finished. A moment of sobriety accompanied its release, and the girl realized that pee, her pee, was now flooding past the boy's cock and onto his groin. Thinking quickly, she began faking an orgasm. Leaning back on her hands she moaned loudly, closed her eyes and began shaking her whole body; hopefully the boy would buy her deception.
In fact, he did; and her shivering body coupled with the feeling of her hot liquid rushing past his cock sent him over the edge instantly. He came immediately and uncontrollably with his shaft still sunk deep.
Still occupied with faking an orgasm and struggling to regain control of her bladder, the girl didn't even notice. When she finished, the boy quickly sat up, pushed her onto her back and kissed her. He immediately offered to eat her out. She laughed silently and agreed, knowing that he would be licking up her pee, but he too was laughing inside, because it would allow him to destroy the evidence and prevent her from realizing what had really transpired. But neither would be laughing in a few weeks.
****
In the great room, the caps player still stood outside the bathroom door. Throughout the ordeal she had managed to maintain as much control over her bladder as physically possible. She had never lost control outright, but had been slowly and continuously dripping for the past minute. Her panties were soaked, her skirt was soaked, her hands were soaked, her legs were soaked, her feet and shoes were soaked, and the floor was soaked; but she willfully ignored this as she continued to try to hold the leak to a trickle.
Beside me, I heard a faint hissing noise and looked down at my still-unconscious girlfriend. I jammed my hands beneath the elastic of her pants and slipped my fingers into her panties. They encountered a warm spray that saturated first her panties, then her pants, and then the couch upon which we sat. I played with her idly as she emptied the entire contents of her bladder without regaining consciousness.
A peaceful, relieved smile adorned her face as I picked her up and walked through the chaos in the house towards the door. On my way out, I walked past the girl with the green cup, who, upon seeing so many people lose control, had decided to let the rest out right where she stood. I stepped delicately around the puddle surrounding her on my way out. My girlfriend and I reached the door, then descended the steps to the street below and faded into the darkness in the direction of my apartment.
If you find any grammatical or continuity errors please let me know so I may correct them for future readers. Comments, criticism, and suggestions are all welcome. Thanks :)
My other stories (which, content wise, are quite different from this one):
An Unintentionally Wet Vacation - Part 1
An Unintentionally Wet Vacation - Part 2 |
I once attended a medical anthropology lecture with my cousin who was studying the course. They had to give oral presentations to the class about relevant topics of interest. I found most of these 10 minute presentations to be boring, as I don't have an interest in such a course.
Anyway, it was a very busy day as it was near the end of semester and most people were tied up with numerous deadlines that had to be met. While sitting in my cousins class I noticed that a girl who was quite close by looking rather tense. At first I thought it was nervousness due to having a presentation coming up within the next half hour. She was a very attractive young lady. About 21, 5ft8, long blond hair, shapely figure, large brown eyes and defined breasts. She was wearing a frilly pink dress and pink peep-toe pumps with pretty bows on the front. She didn't seem to be too focused on the presentations before her and was not writing down notes as much as she should have been. During these presentations those who were seated were not allowed to leave, as they had to pay attention and write down what they had heard. It was made clear that such information would be tested in exams.
My cousin told me that she was a quite popular with the guys and was reasonably bright as well. Her name was Irenka. She was of Russian descent. As the presentations went on she became increasingly tense and looked at her watch every minute or so. She was clearly in some sort of hurry. Just then I noticed that one of her hands was placed on her lower mid-section and every few moments her fingers were moving towards her crotch while trying to bunch up her frilly dress a bit. She could not keep her feet still, and kept tapping them gently and softly on the floor. She was also sighing every now and then, as if to tell the presenters to hurry up. It was obvious this pretty blond babe was quite desperate for a pee. It was now her turn to present.
By now she looked really tense. She woke up slowly and took small steps towards the professor. "Professor, may I please use the bathroom before I present. I promise to be quick" Irenka whispered with a child-like look. The professor responded "no Miss Purkova, we are already running late. This is the end of term and we cannot have further delays. Your presentation is the last for today. It is just 10 minutes long. You can use the bathroom thereafter. Now, please present your topic." Irenka bit her lip, turned around and with her thighs close together while trying to stand up straight she decided to start her presentation.
As she was about to start talking she suddenly realised that she had failed to open her powerpoint presentation, and that in her desperation she had forgotten to remove her flash disk from her bag and stick it into the projectors computer. "Sorry, excuse me one moment, I have forgotten to upload my presentation." The class gave a sigh of annoyance. It was the end of the day and everybody wanted to get home. Irenka took small steps towards her bag and bent down to fetch her flash disk. As she stood up again she gasped "ohh" and quickly pressed her hands into her thighs. She turned to the professor and said "please sir, I really need to pee. May I pease leave the lecture hall?". The answer from the professor again was "no". Irenka pleaded "but I really am desperate sir. It hurts". He just said "please present your work or else you may get zero. Is this understood"? This professor was a real old sour puss and just could not grasp her predicament.
Irenka was close to tears and attempted to slot her flash disk into the computer. Her hands were shaking with desperation and she barely managed. She was slightly bent over and her feet were close together. Her powerpoint presentation loaded and she was about to start. "Good day to my fellow classmates and professor. Today I will present on indigenous forms of alternative medicine and will compare them to Western approaches". Irenka lifted her left leg, then put it down quickly again and crossed both her legs at the bottom. This pretty Russian babe was having a tough time standing still and trying to maintain composure. "The Ongi tribe of Little Andaman islands is known for .... erh .... erh ... for their diet of ... ehr... fruit. Sorry, I meant ehr... fish. Wild ocean fish." She was struggling to focus and her bladder must have been absolutely bursting. Irenka's presentation was going rather badly. It was full of mistakes, unnatural stops and looked rather unprofessional. By this stage everybody could see that she had to use the toilet badly, and that she was at serious risk of not making it.
She switched slides and tried to continue. As she was about to start with the next slide she gave a gasp, crossed her legs at the knees, grapped her dress and shoved her hand on her crotch. She stopped speaking for a moment as everybody noticed a few glistening drops racing down her silky thighs and into those pink peep-toes. She had momentarily lost control. She regained control and tried to stand up straight. Her hand was still grabbing her dress and shoved in her crotch. She looked intensely desperate and her eyes were watery and shining. Tears were building up. She was just 2 minutes into her presentation and could barely remain still without wetting herself in front of more than 300 people. People were sighing. Some were giggling. A guy said "looks likes she needs the toilet really badly. I wonder how much longer she can last".
Irenka knew she was on the verge of losing it. She decided that she would rather get zero and spare herself a major wetting accident than continue. She knew she could repeat the course next year. She said "excuse me but I really can't do this", and she started taking brisk short-stride walks towards the exit, no doubt with her thighs clenched tightly together. As she was walking another spurt of pee escaped and ran down her legs. She turned around desperately, hoping that nobody had seen this. But everyone was watching Irenka now, and they all had seen these little accidents. Irenka suddenly felt a sharp twinge in her bursting bladder and could feel the trickles getting longer. By now she had just left the lecture theatre. She looked around in a panic and saw a bench. She thought quickly to sit on the bench to attempt to relieve this incredible pressure. However, sitting down seemed to making it worse and the leaking didn't stop.
She quickly woke up again and walked briskly towards where she knew the toilets were, desperately holding herself. As much as she had tried, by this stage her tortured bladder had had enough. Within 50 feet of the toilet her bladder gave up the fight. Irenka had a look of horror on her face as her panties became soaked in an instant. With pee cascading down her legs and splattering on the floor, she turned around in fear, wondering who was watching this. Unfortunately, many people had seen this event. Irenka continued walking quickly as she peed herself. She left a wet trail behind and started crying. She had tried so hard to hold on but had failed at the very last moments. So close to the toilets yet she still pissed herself uncontrollably. She felt so defeated. She had received zero for the presentation, and had pissed herself in public. A bad day indeed... :( |
This is a sort of pilot for a series of fictions. If you like it I'll make more.
*****
Private Kimiko (yes she's named after my significant other) Tani was the happiest she'd been in a long time. It had been a struggle being a woman in a man's world, especially with the misogynistic Sgt. Alvarez, a Mexican guerrilla warfare specialist, as her closest superior. Alvarez had bullied her more times than Clinton denied getting a BJ from Monica Lewinsky. Now, though, it seemed that life could hardly be better. The well-built, handsome, Asian (no, that's not an oxymoron) officer had started to take some notice in her, which wasn't surprising, since so had everybody else, even the married ones. What was different is that she noticed him back. Better still, General Yamamoto was coming to inspect the base, and she had spent the entire morning spit-and-polishing everything ready for his arrival. She was wearing a dress uniform, so she looked like an exceptionally attractive and athletic office girl in green. Her red hair was gathered into a ponytail at the back of her head. As she stepped outside her dormitory (women were kept separate from men in a well-meaning attempt to prevent sexual abuse, and she was the only woman) the aforementioned Captain Noda walked up to her.
"Well, you're a good deal smarter than most of the men. One man had his shoes on the wrong way round. He was waddling like a penguin." His eyes scanned down her body, officially to look at her shoes but actually to get an idea of what she would look like with her clothes off. The fact that she was wearing a skirt which showed her legs below the knee, covered only by green leggings, helped a lot. His eyes scanned up her body back to hers. Those green eyes filled him with unsavoury desires. Everything about her seemed perfect, even the angle of the cap on her head. She had to turn her neck upwards to look him in the face, since he was a lot taller than she was.
"You like me, don't you?" she finally replied.
The captain blushed a little.
"Well, either you love or hate me, because your pupils have dilated."
Kimiko blushed a lot. She needed to make an excuse. She couldn't reveal her feelings now. She decided to do the obvious thing.
"I need the bathroom," she said, clacking down the corridor in her formal shoes. The captain gazed at her backside for a while before recoiling in disgust at himself for being so depraved.
As Kimiko walked along she realised that she actually did need the bathroom. There was only one bathroom for women in the barracks, but since she was the only woman there she never had to wait. Her mood dropped when she saw that the only other person in that deserted side of the barracks was Sgt. Alvarez waiting outside, scruffy as usual in his worn-out uniform. He was very strong, and handsome externally, but anyone who had been in his presence for more than a few seconds knew that he was hideous within. Worse still, on the bathroom door hung a sign reading "OUT OF ORDER".
"Sorry, Private Tani. Out of order. You'll have to go behind a bush. Or wet yourself, like you usually do."
These were the times when she really wished she was a man. It was so easy for men to relieve themselves in adverse conditions. If every single time she had been forced to soil her trousers and Sgt. Alvarez had mocked her until she sobbed like a little girl was accounted on paper in regular-size writing, the result would be a very strange novel indeed. (I love a non sequitur.)
"Why's it out of order?"
"Pipe burst."
Sure enough, workmen had been fixing a pipe behind the hut. Kimiko wished they were there now, so they could see if things turned nasty. At least he wasn't lying this time.
"Well, in that case, I'll use the male one."
"Oh, no, you can't do that."
"Why not?" she asked indignantly.
"Someone might spy on you. You might be sexually assaulted! Well...maybe you can go, but only if I go with you."
She laughed at the irony. Of all the men in the barracks, the one most likely to rape her was Sgt. Alvarez.
"Then I'll go behind a bush."
She walked behind a bush. Crouching down, she noticed Sgt. Alvarez was staring at her.
"pee off!"
Alvarez laughed at the unfortunate pun.
"I'm just watching you to make sure you're safe."
"Do you know a good way to keep me safe?"
"My ears are yours."
"F*** off and leave me alone. Forever."
Alvarez's face turned from a salacious smile to anger.
"I will NOT be talked to like that by a subordinate," he growled, "especially not a female one."
Kimiko stood up. She did need to go quite badly.
"Why not a female one?"
"Women are weak. You think you're strong?"
The fear building in the resulting silence made Kimiko want to go more.
"Do you?" said Alvarez, stepping closer. His trousers were loose, but they had a very disturbing bulge.
"Actually, yes. I'm as strong as the average man."
"Now let me tell you this. You may be as strong as the average man, but I am a LOT stronger than the average man. I can pick up a 6-6 guy and throw him on the ground. I could easily do that to you. The only reason why I'm not f***ing the femininity out of you right now is because you'd draw attention as you screamed for mercy. Do you understand?"
Kimiko was now genuinely scared. She had diverted most of her conscious energy into clenching her sphincter. If she wet herself now she would never live to see the end of it. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"I do," she said, turning her head down. If it came to a fight there was no question of who would end up on the floor getting pounded. (It wasn't Alvarez, if you haven't guessed.) He'd made her cry again. At least her white underwear was still pristine.
"It's always nice to see women put in their place. I'm going to let you go now. But if you so much as hint at swearing at me again, I will make you regret it."
Another few tears ran down her face. She wanted to kill Alvarez right there, but she couldn't. There was nobody around to help. She was helpless. For a few moments, she hated being a woman. None of the men got bullied like this...at least, not as far as she knew...
Alvarez walked back to the hut. His eyes stayed zeroed in on her face, now tracked with tears. She obviously wasn't going to be able to relieve herself before the General arrived. So far she had managed not to show any visible desperation to Alvarez. She hoped to continue that way. She walked back to the main block. On the way, one of her friends, Private Enoeda, saw her tear-stained face and walked up to her.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Is it Sgt. Alvarez again? I really think you should tell the Captain about him. He's got a real grudge against you."
"It's nothing serious! Honestly."
"Why don't you want to tell? Don't you want it to stop?"
"Well... one, Alvarez would hunt me down and rape me and two, it would only reinforce the Captain's prejudices."
"What prejudices?"
"That women are too vulnerable to be soldiers. I want to be seen as a strong, independent adult, not a helpless victim of sexual harassment."
"I don't want to be offensive here, but isn't that what you are?"
"Can we just stop talking about it, OK? Besides, I'd destroy you in a fight."
"True. But I'm a lot smaller than Alvarez."
"Shut up."
So he did.
*****
TO BE CONTINUED
Reason: I'm up in the early morning and I need some sleep. My wife looks so cute when she's sleeping. I'm so happy to be married to someone with a bedwetting problem... |
This is the continuation of the story.
*****
By the time Kimiko and her comrades had assembled outside the main building, her bladder was causing her some trouble. She rubbed her legs together to ease the urge, creating quite a lot of static from her tights in the process. Captain Noda strode out of the front door and stopped in front of a hirsute private with a cigarette lolling limply out of his mouth.
"Do you care at all about your appearance, Private Hitoshi?" he asked, shaking his head in exasperation.
"Not in the slightest, sir."
The Captain chuckled.
"I don't want to lecture you on the whole tidy-body-tidy-mind business, but just think of this. Do you want to look like a battered guerrilla on what will probably be the most important day of your military career?"
As the Captain walked down the line of scruffy soldiers an increasing expression of dismay grew on his face.
"Your cap's on the wrong way. Your shoes are muddy. You have a tear in your trousers...this is absurd. Everyone, go inside and get yourself sorted out. Be back here in 5 minutes. Go!"
Kimiko turned to go inside. The Captain stepped in front of her.
"Can I just say that you're the smartest soldier I've seen since I came here?"
Captain Noda was only 23 himself, so that wasn't very long. Still, that was a compliment.
"Thank you, sir."
He noticed the tear-tracks on her face.
"You've been crying."
"No, I haven't."
"Don't deny it. Crying is part of being female..."
Noda was kind and handsome, but had quite traditional attitudes about gender. (Guess who else that applies to.)
"I'm a tough soldier, sir. I don't cry."
"Honestly, Kimiko-chan..."
He sought to correct his Freudian slip as soon as possible. (I translated the honorific since there's no equivalent to it in English.)
"...Private Tani," he stuttered.
"Did you just call me..."
Now it was the Captain in an embarrassing situation. His brown eyes flicked away from Kimiko's, which were lighting up with hope.
"It was a total accident. I just have trouble thinking of girls as soldiers. I'm sorry."
"I'm not a girl anymore, I'm a 19-year old adult woman. You don't need to patronise me."
The urge in her bladder was starting to become painful. She didn't want to show any weakness in front of the Captain, and that included desperation. She squeezed her toned thighs together and shuffled them back and forth.
"You appear to be in some discomfort," said the Captain, his face bearing concern. His eyes sank down, both literally and metaphorically, to her legs, which he saw rubbing against each other.
She couldn't need the bathroom, since she'd just been.
"No, I'm fine."
A male voice interjected.
"How's your new girlfriend, Captain?"
"One, she's not my girlfriend and two, none of your business, Private Kan."
Kimiko smiled at Yasuo Kan.
"You're a very lucky girl, Kimiko. I'm not into men, but even I can tell he's sexy."
She giggled a little.
"Very funny, Private Kan. Now please get back into line. You too, Private Tani."
Kimiko scurried back into line, trying not to reveal her predicament as she walked.
Noda walked back along the line of much smarter privates. The incorrigible Hitoshi was still in total disarray.
"Hitoshi - get back inside. I'm not having you scruffing up our base when the General arrives."
Tsutomu Hitoshi shrugged his slack shoulders and sauntered back inside. The Captain checked his wristwatch.
"The General arrives in 5 minutes. Pick up a rifle from the rack and form 1 rank along the road into the base. Go!"
The soldiers moved in reasonable order to the rack, where each picked up a Type 89. They formed a long row from the gate to the main building. Kimiko was at the very end closest to the base. The Captain stood beside her. She was now in quite a lot of pain, but couldn't grab herself or dance around with the Captain next to her. Sweat began to trickle from her forehead.
"Where is that Sgt. Alvarez?" asked the Captain rhetorically.
Kimiko wanted to say something, but knew it was best if she didn't. She could feel her bladder beginning to stretch. A bad feeling of already-seen crept over her. From previous experience she knew she had about 30 minutes before utterly soaking herself. Without being able to move, she probably had even less time. "I can hold it if I try," she thought. Her mind looked for ways to placate her protesting bladder. She remembered that thinking of a sexual fantasy would help. (This is true - it's to stop the woman from wetting herself during sex. Unfortunately for women, and fortunately for me, it doesn't always work, especially not with my wife.) As a virgin, though, who'd never even so much as played with herself, she really didn't have much to fantasise about. She tried to think of the man of her dreams - tall, strong, kind, handsome... As her mind's stylus drew Captain Noda, though, she got slightly worried. She tried to keep going - anything that would take away the pain in her groin was good. She imagined what Noda would look like naked, and how big his organ would be. She imagined feeling his manservant slipping inside her. At this point, she started to feel dirty. She'd never seriously thought about having sex with someone before. She imagined feeling his sperm swimming up inside her, and uniting their souls...(not that people have souls, but she isn't the brightest girl around.) As she drifted back to reality she noticed that her cervix had widened. She'd managed to sexually arouse herself, though thankfully not to the stage where it would make a mess in her spotless underwear. She giggled. It felt liberating after all those years of celibacy. When Captain Noda spoke, she couldn't help but think of him ejaculating inside her. She giggled again.
"Yes, General," said Captain Noda, talking into a mobile radio. "We're ready. We just need to find our sergeant. Over and out."
He turned off his radio. "That bloody Alvarez," he swore. "He might be a tactical genius, but he's an organisational retard. Private Hiroshi, go and get Sgt. Alvarez. You two kindred spirits can work together."
Hiroshi swaggered off to find the sergeant.
"This is embarrassing..."
"Not nearly as embarrassing as what's probably going to happen to me," thought Kimiko. She squeezed her legs even tighter together, so her whole body was as stiff as (I hope) your dick will be after you've finished reading this.
"You're in a lot of pain, Private Tani. I can tell it from those eyes of yours."
"No, you're misreading. I'm fine."
She started to contemplate the implications of wetting herself here. She'd be mocked forever as the girl who wet her skirt in front of one of the most esteemed generals in the country. She'd probably have to move to another base - hopefully one without anyone remotely like Alvarez.
As her thoughts came to Alvarez, he arrived, taking a long drag on his cigar as he slumped into line right next to Kimiko. This was intolerable.
"So, did you manage to relieve yourself? From your face I'm guessing no."
"No, I didn't."
"No, I didn't, SIR."
"You never tell anyone else to call you sir."
"You call me sir because you're a girl," he hissed. "You obey my every command, not because you're a private, but because you're a girl and girls shouldn't be soldiers. Is that clear?"
Tears began to pool in her eyes again.
"Whatever you're saying, Sergeant, stop it," said the Captain. Get in the main building with Hitoshi."
Alvarez slinked into the building. Kimiko's legs were quivering in pain. Her bladder contracted. She squeezed her sphincter and held it in.
"General," said the Captain into his radio, "we're ready."
The gates raised and the General's car drove in. Kimiko wondered how long her own floodgates would hold. By her previous estimates she had 15 minutes left, which was enough for a quick inspection.
The car crawled along the road to the main building. The Captain saluted the General as he stepped out of his car.
"What disciplined soldiers you have here, Noda," said the General, with genuine awe.
"It's their good, not mine."
Another contraction squeezed Kimiko's bladder. She squeezed her groin to the limit and somehow held it in. She still wasn't showing much, if any, desperation, unless one looked into her innocent green eyes, which were sullied by pain.
"Only 1 woman? I'm surprised."
"Our training methods must be somewhat repulsive to the fairer sex, sir."
That was definitely true, thought Kimiko. The only woman who would make it through Alvarez's training without crying would be one who had her tear ducts removed.
The General and the Captain walked down the row of men. Yamamoto seemed impressed. Why did the General have to have such short legs? Why did it take him so long to get to the end and back? Another contraction convulsed Kimiko's bladder. By clenching her legs together harder than she thought was womanly possible she had somehow kept her underwear dry. She knew, though, that next time she'd probably leak some. Once the inspection was done she would run behind a hut and let go in her underwear. Even if she started running now she would probably still wet her skirt before she reached the male toilets. The question was no longer of not wetting herself, but of wetting herself somewhere where not too many people would notice. That was what she would do. Thinking about wetting herself just made her want to go even more. Having an operation with no anaesthetic was probably less painful than this. (No it's not. Stupid girl.) She tried breathing deeply to stop herself from panicking. The General had turned round and was coming back. She didn't have much longer to wait. That temporary relief caused a fourth crippling spasm to surge through her crotch. She bent forward a little and let out a squeal. As she stood up again she realised a squeal wasn't all she had let out. Her underwear was damp around her urethra. She had leaked a little. Thankfully it didn't show. She was glad she wasn't wearing trousers now.
"What's wrong, Kimiko?" whispered Private Enoeda, standing next to her.
"I need the bathroom."
"Sounds a bit worse than that."
"No, I really need the bathroom. I'm literally about to wet myself."
"Just go. You can make an excuse later."
"I can't! The Captain would get angry."
"Well, it depends what you value more - your dignity or your nascent relationship with the Captain. Standing there until you wet your skirt would show a sort of dedication, I suppose."
"No, I'm going to ask for permission to excuse myself."
"By the time he gets back here it'll probably be too late, seeing how desperate you are."
"I'll hold in what I can. When I get excused I'll dash behind a hut and wet myself. Then I'll go and get changed, say I couldn't make it in private to the Captain and no one will know the truth."
"Sounds like a plan."
"Stop talking in the ranks!" exclaimed the General.
"Sorry, sir," said Private Enoeda.
"Permission to excuse myself, sir," said Kimiko to the Captain.
"What for?" asked the General.
"I need the bathroom."
"Pfff! Should have gone before you came out. Hold it."
Kimiko was about to retort when another crippling spasm shot through her groin. She bent over and squealed again. As she regained control she felt a warm feeling spreading through her tights. She had urinated for about a second. Luckily none had found the floor, but a few droplets were snaking down her solidly tensed legs.
"Holding it doesn't seem to be an option any more, sir," said the Captain.
"I've never seen anything like this before," said the General. "Is she incontinent or something?"
"The poor girl's wetting her skirt, General. Let her go."
"Why should I let her go just because she can't control her own bodily functions? If I let her go, everyone will say he's about to wet his trousers and no one will stay! Privates don't enjoy this, you know."
Kimiko tried to stand in a dignified manner, but that is difficult with urine droplets rolling down one's legs.
"Don't I get a say in this?" she asked, on the verge of tears. Why were men such bastards?
"Let her go, General. Please."
"Please," added Private Enoeda.
"Who gave you permission to speak?" snapped the General.
By now, the entire rank was gawping at the events by the main building. The only hope now was for Kimiko to get out before she utterly wet herself and save the few shreds of dignity she had left. Even that was only a faint hope now.
The captain tried to appeal to whatever humanity the General possessed.
"General. If she was your daughter, would you make her stand there until she humiliated herself in front of all her comrades?"
"Yes, I bloody well would. These women need to learn to control themselves."
"She's 19. She's just a girl. You should have seen how much she was looking forward to you coming here. Now you're humiliating her in front of everyone."
"I'm not humiliating her. She's humiliating herself."
Yamamoto wasn't budging. The Captain lost all sense of formality. He stepped towards the General, grabbed his tunic, picked him up in the air and said:
"I love that girl, General. No one is going to humiliate her, not even you. No one."
The General, surprised by this sudden aggression, decided to give way.
"Alright! She can go. Just let go of me."
Unfortunately for Kimiko, the General's obstinacy was not the only thing to give way. A huge spasm tore through her groin and thighs, causing her to bend over 45 degrees and squeal like a stuck sow. Torrents of golden urine flowed down her athletic legs onto the tarmac. As she stood up she tried to regain control, to no success. She span round, still urinating full power, and tried to run behind a tree to let the rest out in private. At least, that was her plan. She slipped on her own urine and collapsed, still urinating like a golden fountain. She fell flat on her back, winded, with her skirt hanging open towards the General and the Captain. Still liquid poured out of her underwear like a wrung sponge. A sort of pool formed in the seat of her skirt. The rest showered down from the hemline and contributed to the vast puddle which she was now lying in.
1 and a half minutes and 1 litre of urine later, the stream finally abated. Her head lolled back and her red hair floated out on a lake of her own creation. Everything from her collar to her shoes was soaked down the back in urine. She had just recovered her breath when she started crying again. She had utterly disgraced herself. At least Alvarez hadn't seen...
To be continued...
I'm getting a bit more sleep tonight, I think. We have some long operations tomorrow. |
It's supposed to be in a crazy mix of places. And Japanese people can have red hair.
Now I can continue the story.
WARNING: This is where the BDSM bit starts. If squeamish, don't read it. Thanks.
Kimiko struggled to her feet, saluted the General and marched into the main building, her shoes squeaking. As she walked through the door she realised what a mistake she had made. Sgt. Alvarez was also in the main building. He stepped out in front of her, with a bitter grin on his face and a large bulge in his trousers.
"You know, soiling yourself in front of a senior officer is an offence."
"Since when?"
"Since now. I'm your superior in gender and rank. You do what I tell you."
"Well, I'm going to change my clothes." Kimiko tried to step past him. Alvarez grabbed her and spun her round.
"Every offence has a punishment. As your sergeant it is my duty to punish you."
Previously Kimiko had done everything in her power not to break any rules, to avoid Alvarez's lustful wrath. Unfortunately her bladder was not in her power.
"What might that punishment be?" she stammered, filling with fear.
"Come with me."
Alvarez grabbed her arm and pulled her down the corridor, out of the main building and into a disused armoury on the other side of the barracks. She couldn't see much, but Alvarez's garlic breath was not appealing. She could make out the silhouettes of some nasty-looking machinery. Alvarez pulled down a massive switch and some strip-lights flickered into action on the ceiling. The machines were now fully visible. As an innocent virgin girl she was in blissful ignorance of what any of them did. She did know, though, that they definitely weren't for making coffee.
"Lie across that," ordered Alvarez, pointing to an A-frame.
"No."
"Lie across that."
"No." She needed to defy him with all the power she could muster. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough. Alvarez stepped towards her, grabbed her shoulders and threw her onto it, knocking the air out of her lungs. He then proceeded to strap her down, tying her arms to her sides. Her tight little backside was poking up in the air. She knew that whatever happened next was going to hurt a lot. This wasn't how she planned on losing her precious virginity.
"Flogging is a traditional military punishment," said Alvarez, "but a little too harsh for the fragile bodies of females. Instead, I'm going to smack you like the little girl you are."
With those words he swung down a riding crop and lashed her across the buttocks. She squealed in pain and tears shot into her eyes again.
"Do you think you're tough?" he mocked.
"Yes, I do," she retorted.
"Trust me, I'll have you begging for mercy. I'll have you crawling on the floor licking my boots."
He lashed her again, with much more force. She squealed louder. Tears flowed down her already tear-tracked face.
"Want some more?"
He lashed her again, and again, and again, and again. All thoughts of maturity had gone. Her mind was a maelstrom of pain and fear. Gas burst out of her tortured backside. She couldn't care less.
"Flatulating while flagellating, it seems," said Alvarez. "Begging for mercy yet?"
Kimiko shook her head.
He lashed her another 6 times. She screamed, sobbed and defecated into her underwear. Finally, what willpower she had left capitulated.
"Stop!" she cried. "I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" asked Alvarez.
Kimiko nodded.
Alvarez untied her and threw her on the ground. Her backside was numbed from the savage beating it had taken. He tore her clothes off until she was left in her brassiere and her filthy underwear.
"Did you say you'd do anything?"
She nodded. She knew she was going to be raped. There was no hope now.
"Would you make love to me?"
She nodded. Anything to stop the beating. Anything.
"See? I'm not going to rape you. I'm going to make consensual love with you."
Alvarez opened his flies and revealed his weapon to her. She would much sooner it be a gun. She would sooner be shot than raped.
Her frenzied mind decided to act. She sat up and swung a punch at Alvarez's testicles. Alvarez knocked her arm aside and pinned her on her back to the ground.
"Is that all you've got? I knew women couldn't fight, but honestly..."
He dragged her up off the ground and woman-handled her towards a sort of chair. It might as well have been an electric chair to Kimiko. He strapped her limbs to the chair as his own limb (Shakespearean pun) grew further in size.
"Despite you trying to hit me in the nuts, I'm going to be nice to you. I'm going to play a little game. You don't seem to want to have fun with me, so all you have to do is not have fun. I'm going to try to please you as much as possible. If you climax I know you're enjoying it. Then I'll finally have the consent I need to go in."
As he took out a massive vibrating machine Kimiko realised he was totally insane. She didn't have a clue what he was going to do to her, but it wasn't going to be fun. He pressed the vibrating machine into her private regions, through her soiled underwear. Into the maelstrom of fear, anger and dread came a hint of arousal. How could she get aroused by this? "I'm being assaulted for f***'s sake," she thought. Was her first climax really going to be an involuntary one? No. She was going to fight it. She tried to calm herself as Alvarez plied her genitalia. No matter what she did, though, her cervix was still lubricating. She was going to orgasm. Alvarez would have utterly humiliated her. She desperately tried to fight the urge to release the agonising ecstasy building up inside her. She was screaming at him to stop.
"Quit the yowling, bitch. I know you're enjoying it, but there's no need to make so much noise." Alvarez gagged her, then continued to stimulate her privates. Her groin was tensing up and was on the verge of release. This couldn't happen. This could not happen to her. She was a strong, independent woman. Unfortunately, it could happen to her, and it did. Her groin pulsated with enforced pleasure and she cried out in utter despair. She had pissed, shat and climaxed on herself, all involuntarily. She fell quiet and her head hung down. She thought she was going to pass out. She hated her body. She hated being a woman. She hated sitting here in her slimy underwear waiting to be raped. She fell into a pit of despair.
"You liked that, didn't you?" sneered Alvarez. "Now it's time to begin." Alvarez began to strip off. His muscular hulk of a body looked demonic to Kimiko's eyes. He cackled a little and rubbed his hands.
Then the door burst open.
"WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU DOING?" screamed Captain Noda, running towards the naked Alvarez. Alvarez answered with a smash in the sternum. Noda reeled back. 2 of his ribs were broken.
"So here comes the handsome prince, eh? Well, you won't be looking handsome by the time I'm done with you."
Alvarez dropped into a combat stance and edged forward. Noda did the same, but was still panting from the first blow. Alvarez attempted to step forward and knock Noda's front leg away. Noda stepped to the side. Alvarez was now at a very poor angle indeed. Noda launched a punch to the back of his neck. Alvarez span round and blocked it with his left hand before sending his right into Noda's guts. Noda fell to the ground. He tried to knock Alvarez's legs away, but Alvarez jumped onto him. That was a mistake. Noda swung a ridge hand into the back of Alvarez's knee. Alvarez crumpled and fell on his back. Immediately he rolled over and tried to headbutt Noda. Noda stuck up his elbow and knocked him between the eyes. Alvarez's eyes clouded up with tears. He threw a wild punch, which Noda parried before jabbing his fingers into Alvarez's neck. Game over.
(The headbutt-elbow trick really works. I've tried. I couldn't see properly for 5 minutes afterwards.)
Noda stood up, his head spinning with adrenaline, and stepped over Alvarez's corpse to his brutalised love. "It's alright now, babe. I love you." Then he collapsed and fainted on the floor.
*****
Kimiko resigned from the Army after the incident and went for counselling. She married Captain Noda later that year. The movement to keep women out of the Army grew in momentum. Maybe someday there would be a referendum of some kind...
Did you enjoy this? If you did, I may consider doing some more.
Edited March 24, 2012 by IForgotMyPassword
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Megan’s Severe Problems
“The Truck Ride”
Warning!
May add chapter two if anyone is interested to see the aftermath and what develops later in the story. I had more thinking about this, but I’m not sure if anyone would really like this kind of story as it’s very humiliating and terribly hard on the poor young lady in the situation. I also realize that this lady seems quite innocent and a bit helpless… as do many of the characters that I portray when I write. Remember, this is only a fiction and you don’t have to read it.
“Airman Sparrows!”
“Yes sir?” the five foot three athletic toned young woman with dark golden hair and balanced chest bulges pressing through her smart light blue button down top nearly jumped when the sergeant had come up from behind her.
“Do you know where the new storage unit is?” the sergeant was a man in his forties with a neatly trimmed moustache and darker brown hair that rested just above his ear line. His barrowed chest was like steel because of course he was physically fit for military duty as well. He had grey piercing eyes and a demeanor of power about him.
Megan smelled his cologne and his clean laundered shirts and felt almost intoxicated with him, but he was at least ten years older than she was, and she knew there could be nothing more than just a fling with a man like that. Besides, she thought he was also married with kids, and that thought kind of turned her off. She needed someone that would be devoted to just her, but she did like his quick to laugh personality and his serious attention to detail.
“No sir,” she looked up into his eyes with her shiny blue ones. She was standing as straight as she could, and just being out of basic training, she still wasn’t sure when she was allowed to relax, and when she supposed to pretend with the military bearing.
“Well,” the man with three stripes on curving under a white star behind a blue field and three stripes that peaked above the same star one both of his upper sleeves smiled. “I guess today is your lucky day because I’m going to take you to show you where it is.”
“Yes sir,” she said in a soft but audible voice that was laced with hesitation. She had heard that it took nearly three hours to get there, and that meant that she would not be back in time to spend her usual lunch hour with her friends.
“Don’t worry,” he laughed misunderstanding her hesitation for fear of the unknown. As far as he knew, this was the first time she’d been off of the base since arriving about three weeks ago after basic training. “It’s not that big a deal getting off or back onto the base, and this trip will do you some good.”
“Yes sir,” she smiled up at him a little scared to sound disappointed. “So, are we going there for something specific?”
“Of course, we are out of a few supplies, and the delivery truck will be at least a week, so we need to pick up a few things we need.”
Megan nodded.
Sergeant Powell then looked at Sergeant Peterson, who was a tall man with black curly hair. “I’ll expect you to run the office.”
Sergeant Peterson had only one strive above the star and three under it. He nodded his head and then as he started giving the daily assignments out to the others, Powell took Megan’s eighteen year old hand, as though she were a child, and directed her to the large truck.
Megan wasn’t sure why he didn’t have one of the boys going with him instead of her, since a boy would be more help in loading and off-loading the truck. But whatever the reason, she was going to escape getting muddy that day.
She had remembered to wear her blues that day, as that was not the usual dress for work at her line of work, but the sergeant had told her to wear them on this day.
“If I’m in blues,” she said once the truck was moving down the road. “How do you expect me to help you load the truck?”
“You aren’t going to load the truck. You are just along because we have to go in pairs, and you are the only one that doesn’t know where the place is yet. If I had sent you for something, you wouldn’t know where to find it.”
Megan looked down. That was true enough.
“Besides, since you are new, I thought I’d try to ease you into the work environment. You must feel overwhelmed being at your first duty station after basic.”
Megan nodded silently.
“I must say, you are sharp at dressing yourself in blues. A lot of young people have trouble with it out of boot camp.”
“Really? It’s so obvious and natural to me,” Megan said not really trying to brag, but just being the smart young lady she always was, it made perfect sense to her to dress her best when she was in something like a suit.
“Yeah, really,” he chuckled. “So, as you know, we are not allowed to use the government vehicle to stop along the way for anything. When we get on the other base, we can stop in there to eat lunch by walking to the business section of the base while they are loading the truck for us.”
“How far is it to the other base then?”
“It’s just about three hours. So are you paying attention to where I’m turning? You will have to drive back.”
“What? But I am not qualified on this big of a truck yet.”
“You have your driver’s license with you, don’t you?”
“Yes sir.”
“And I’m with you, so there’s no problem.”
Megan gulped.
“Pay attention or you’ll get lost,” he warned her.
Megan watched as they turned left just after the gate for the base.
Powell was also in his blues. Apparently, it was viewed as unprofessional for them to go to another base in their ACU uniforms when they were driving along public highways. There was always the idea that others were watching them, so the Master Sergeant wanted to look good. Actually, Megan could not remember one time when Sergeant Powell had worn ACUs, the green battle dress, since she had started in the shop. The others in the shop always wore ACUs, but not Powell.
They turned the radio on for about an hour and drove listening to the news and some music. It was a nice relaxing ride until Megan’s bladder started to nag her. She just remembered that in her rush to get ready in the morning and set everything just right about her uniform, she had neglected to use the toilet, and now at nearly nine in the morning, her bladder was starting to tell her that it was a mistake to get ready before going to the bathroom.
“Excuse me, sir?” Megan asked.
“Yes, Airman? And you don’t have to call me sir all the time. I’m not an officer. Call me Sergeant Powell, or if you prefer, Charlie is my first name.”
“Yes sir,” she looked at him with bright eyes, and she saw his eyes narrow as she responded with the usual military catch phrase.
“Sir?” he asked her.
“Sorry, Sergeant Powell.”
“That’s better. Now, what is it you wanted?”
“Can we possibly stop for a minute at a convenience store or something?”
“I already told you, didn’t I? We are not allowed to take a military vehicle anywhere but to the intended destination and back. When we get to the other base, you and I can walk to get something to eat or drink.”
“It wasn’t that,” she whispered feeling a little ashamed that she found herself in this predicament.
“Then why did you want to stop?”
“I… it’s okay. I’ll wait.”
“Airman, tell me your problem.”
The way he had looked at her just then, scared her a little bit, and she looked up with those bright shiny eyes. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to use the ladies’ room.”
“Well, you can go when we get to our destination. They’ll have one there.”
“Sir? I mean… um… Sergeant Powell? Why are we not allowed to stop at a convenience store?”
“Waste,” the sergeant replied without taking his eyes from the road. “Even if it’s on the way, the appearance of fraud and waste is in the public lime light right now, so we are being told not be caught with even looking like we are somewhere without a good reason if we are using a government Vehicle.”
“I see,” Megan whispered. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to wait two hours, but if the sergeant said she had to, she wasn’t sure she could do anything else. He had a logical reason for it, though it seemed a bit strict to her, to think that they couldn’t even take a bathroom break.
10:35: Megan started to feel the pressure really nagging her abdomen and she massaged her stomach with her left hand the truck rumbled down the nearly deserted highway—one lane going in either direction.
“Are you okay, airman?” Sergeant Powell turned to look at Megan for a second.
“Yes sir. I just have to use the bathroom really bad.”
“I thought you were awfully quiet. You know I’d stop if I could, but as you can see there isn’t even any place to stop, and we would also be in trouble for misuse of a government vehicle even if there was a place.”
“I know. I can wait,” she gritted her teeth and whispered.
“Are you embarrassed?” he pressed.
Megan nodded.
“Don’t be. You aren’t the only one to have ever been in that situation. Just wait until we get to the base, even if you have to hold yourself to do it, and you can go when we get to the storage yard.”
“Yes sir,” Megan whispered, but still kept only her left hand on her stomach and her right hand at her side, though squeezing it into a fist at times and relaxing it at other times. She didn’t want to look like a desperate school girl in front of her ranking officer.
A few cars passed them, some with children in them, and Megan was momentarily taken back in time to when she was fifteen years old and on a family trip. It was one of the worst car rides she had experienced in her young life, and one that she’d never forget.
At that time, she was very nervous, shy, and embarrassed about asking to stop, even to her father. She had learned a very terrible lesson on that day, one that she would never forget.
She was in the back seat with her younger brother, and she was starting to wiggle her legs. Her brother had seen her wiggling a little and it made her stop and hold her knees tightly together. She didn’t want anyone to see her desperate in those days. Her younger brother, who was twelve, made her even more nervous as he saw her wiggling.
“What am I going to do?” she remembered thinking. If she asked her dad to pull over, everyone in the car would know she had to pee, and her younger brother, who had not asked yet, might make fun of her. Also, she would have to tell her dad, to even get him to stop, and she felt guilty telling him about personal things like that. She had to just wait. There was no other option.
A sudden bump in the truck brought her back to the situation at hand. The Sergeant was still driving along at about fifty-five. Surely, they were allowed to go sixty-five or even seventy? Why was he going so slow?
“And you kind of speed up?” Megan asked Powell.
“I’m sorry, but government trucks have a regulated speed. As we are not going to an emergency, I have to keep it under fifty-five.”
“It is an emergency,” Megan thought to herself as she felt the sharp pains of shooting nerves trying to get her bladder to release. Still, she said nothing. She had already embarrassed herself enough just alerting the sergeant to her needs. She couldn’t be a child about it. He already knew what she wanted to do.
Megan closed her eyes, and went back to her daydream. For some reason, being in the day dream, though a bad memory to be sure had somehow numbed the constant pressure in her abdomen. She went back to that day, where she remembered doubling over just moments before the hissing started.
Bad idea! She shouldn’t remember that! That would surly make it harder to wait. She tried to think of another memory, one that didn’t end in her wetting.
10:50: “Airman, you need to open your eyes,” the sergeant called over to her. “It’s unprofessional to appear to be sleeping in the truck while it’s moving.”
Megan shifted her position to a more alert one, but when she did, she felt her bladder jolt. She wasn’t sure she could wait much longer. How much longer? The clock had just turned to 10:50. That meant she still had about another hour to wait!
“What would happen,” she mused to herself, her whisper just barely audible.
“What would happen if what?” the sergeant had heard her.
“Nothing,” she blushed. She was already tempted to put her hands between her tightly closed legs. She could feel the tingling that tickled the opening in her bladder trying to get it to open, and her legs were not only closed together as tight as they could get, but they were shaking with effort as her knees pressed into one another.
“Does nothing have to do with you wetting your pants?” the sergeant suddenly surprised her.
“Huh?” she looked over at him, her eyes narrowed at him for a moment wondering what he was thinking as he had asked that ridiculous question, though truth be told, that was exactly what she was thinking.
“I asked if you are about to pee your pants,” Powell was a bit louder and stern.
“No. No. NO!” She was more forceful with her answer as she responded each time.
“Good,” Sergeant Powell continued looking at the road. “I’d hate to have to deal with a little girl on this trip.”
Well, that was definitely out. He’d just told her that he thought only a little girl would do that, so she could not do that! What was she going to do? Only if there were a container in the truck or something she could use to keep from wetting the seat or her pants.
The sergeant slid his eyes her way without turning his head. Truth be told, he was a little curious about whether she really was going to wet herself or not, but as she had stated she wouldn’t so loudly and forcefully, he decided bringing it up again might be the same as sexual harassment.
11:05: Megan was starting to sweat from her hairline. Her eyes were darting around the clean truck floor. There was nothing to relieve her pressure, and her left hand finally gave in and reached between her legs to push itself up into her growing under her squirt. The feeling was intense, and though the main reason for putting her hand there was to stop the pee coming out, she couldn’t help but feel a little heated as her fingers rubbed her privates for that relief.
The sergeant smiled. He knew that she was now on the brink, and that maybe she was doing something else that might help her hold it. She might be doing something quite naughty indeed, and if she was, he could maybe blackmail her with that, even if not because she was going to wet her pants. It had been his intention all along to get her by herself and to ask her to talk to him after work sometimes.
Asking her to talk wasn’t sexual harassment after all, was it? And if he just hinted that he knew what she was doing, and made her felt he might say something about it, could persuade her to talk to him, it wasn’t really misusing his power, was it? Well, maybe it was, but she surely would be too ashamed to tell anyone about that.
11:15: Megan was now sliding her legs up and down and using both hands to try to put pressure there, but the added pressure made her get her panties wet with something else. She was feeling steamy, and she was sure she smelled of girl, and she knew that the sergeant was right there, but it was the only way to keep from wetting her pants and humiliating herself. She dug deeper into the cloth of her nylons and her panties, trying to get as far into her vagina as she could.
Sergeant Powell could barely keep his attention on the road. He smiled as she carried on, pressing, and breathing heavily and shaking her legs to the pleasures and the pressure she felt. He kept glancing at her, and because of that, he lost a little speed going only about 45 miles an hour. The young woman next to him had the cutest expressions of heavy panting as she tried to relieve herself, now in two ways instead of one.
Could he use this against her? Of course he could. Now, it was her fault that sexual harassment was present. He could claim that she was sexually harassing him by playing with herself in full view of him, and it was true that at this moment, his stick was getting long and hard causing his trousers to tent against it.
11:35: Megan finally started to feel oozing juices flowing into her panties because she was extremely ready to do something more. She knew that she couldn’t while he was there, and just rubbed the juices into her panties as she continued with her ruse of just trying to keep from wetting. As she started to calm down, knowing she couldn’t go any further, her need to pee had doubled. She was now, feeling uncomfortably moist in her panties, and she was about to leak some. It was pressing upon her like a boulder on her stomach.
“How much longer?” she asked the sergeant.
“About forty minutes,” he replied.
“Forty minutes?” she asked alarmed. “I’m not going to be able to wait that long. Please, maybe you can just pull off the side of the road?”
“Are you kidding me?” he turned to face her with mock anger in his eyes.
The eyes had worked on her. She suddenly felt ashamed and scared, and the fear had made her whole body tremble, even causing a small squirt to slip down her little watering pipe and dampen the already moist fabric of her panties.
“I’m sorry,” she said immediately.
“How old are you?” the man asked her as though he would an older child.
“Eighteen,” she answered feeling too much fear and shame at what she had asked to notice that he was talking to her as if she was a child.
“Eighteen, and asking to pull your pants down along the highway where just anyone can watch you? You are either acting like a little kid, or a slut! Which is it?”
“A little kid,” Megan chose the lesser of the two evils.
“Do you want me to treat you like one?”
“No,” she shook her head.
“Then stop it. You having to pee so badly is your own fault anyway,” he went on relentlessly.
“What?” she asked.
“I noticed you touching yourself. You should know by now that when a girl makes herself that hot, that she usually has to pee! Don’t you think that was a dirty thing to do to me? You basically pretended to have sex right in front of me!”
Megan’s eyes went wide.
“Perhaps I should report you to the authorities for sexual harassment!”
“No! Please! I’ll do anything!”
“Anything?” he asked her.
“Anything!”
“Well, let’s see how you behave on the rest of the trip, and maybe we can work something out.”
Her head bowed in shame. She sat quietly and tears leaked down her face. Then, her body betrayed her, and a hissing sound sent urine all over her bottom and the seat of the truck. She just kept looking down, worried about what he was going to decide to do with her. |
Megan’s Severe Problems
“The Truck Ride”
Warning!
May add chapter two if anyone is interested to see the aftermath and what develops later in the story. I had more thinking about this, but I’m not sure if anyone would really like this kind of story as it’s very humiliating and terribly hard on the poor young lady in the situation. I also realize that this lady seems quite innocent and a bit helpless… as do many of the characters that I portray when I write. Remember, this is only a fiction and you don’t have to read it.
As I cannot Edit the story in the first part post, because of time limits for edits, and Tempest has pointed out some errors, I have edited the story. I am also working on the next section of this story:
“Airman Sparrows!”
“Yes sir?” the five foot three athletic toned young woman with dark golden hair and balanced chest bulges pressing through her smart light blue button down top nearly jumped when the sergeant had come up from behind her.
“Do you know where the new storage unit is?” the sergeant was a man in his forties with a neatly trimmed moustache and darker brown hair that rested just above his ear line. His barrowed chest was like steel because of course he was physically fit for military duty as well. He had grey piercing eyes and a demeanor of power about him.
Megan smelled his cologne and his clean laundered shirts and felt almost intoxicated with him, but he was at least ten years older than she was, and she knew there could be nothing more than just a fling with a man like that. Besides, she thought he was also married with kids, and that thought kind of turned her off. She needed someone that would be devoted to just her, but she did like his quick to laugh personality and his serious attention to detail.
“No sir,” she looked up into his eyes with her shiny blue ones. She was standing as straight as she could, and just being out of basic training, she still wasn’t sure when she was allowed to relax, and when she supposed to pretend with the military bearing.
“Well,” the man with three stripes on curving under a white star behind a blue field and three stripes that peeked out from the edge of the same star on both of his upper sleeves, smiled. “I guess today is your lucky day because I’m going to take you to show you where it is.”
“Yes sir,” she said in a soft but audible voice that was laced with hesitation. She had heard that it took nearly three hours to get there, and that meant that she would not be back in time to spend her usual lunch hour with her friends.
“Don’t worry,” he laughed misunderstanding her hesitation for fear of the unknown. As far as he knew, this was the first time she’d been off of the base since arriving about three weeks ago after basic training. “It’s not that big a deal getting off or back onto the base, and this trip will do you some good.”
“Yes sir,” she smiled up at him a little scared to sound disappointed. “So, are we going there for something specific?”
“Of course, we are out of a few supplies, and the delivery truck will be at least a week, so we need to pick up a few things we need.”
Megan nodded.
Sergeant Powell then looked at Sergeant Peterson, who was a tall man with black curly hair. “I’ll expect you to run the office.”
Sergeant Peterson had only one strive above the star and three under it. He nodded his head and then as he started giving the daily assignments out to the others, Powell took Megan’s eighteen year old hand, as though she were a child, and directed her to the large truck.
Megan wasn’t sure why he didn’t have one of the boys going with him instead of her, since a boy would be more help in loading and off-loading the truck. But whatever the reason, she was going to escape getting muddy that day.
She had remembered to wear her blues that day, as that was not the usual dress for work at her line of work, but the sergeant had told her to wear them on this day.
“If I’m in blues,” she said once the truck was moving down the road. “How do you expect me to help you load the truck?”
“You aren’t going to load the truck. You are just along because we have to go in pairs, and you are the only one that doesn’t know where the place is yet. If I had sent you for something, you wouldn’t know where to find it.”
Megan looked down. That was true enough.
“Besides, since you are new, I thought I’d try to ease you into the work environment. You must feel overwhelmed being at your first duty station after basic.”
Megan nodded silently.
“I must say, you are sharp at dressing yourself in blues. A lot of young people have trouble with it out of boot camp.”
“Really? It’s so obvious and natural to me,” Megan said not really trying to brag, but just being the smart young lady she always was, it made perfect sense to her to dress her best when she was in something like a suit.
“Yeah, really,” he chuckled. “So, as you know, we are not allowed to use the government vehicle to stop along the way for anything. When we get on the other base, we can stop in there to eat lunch by walking to the business section of the base while they are loading the truck for us.”
“How far is it to the other base then?”
“It’s just about three hours. So are you paying attention to where I’m turning? You will have to drive back.”
“What? But I am not qualified on this big of a truck yet.”
“You have your driver’s license with you, don’t you?”
“Yes sir.”
“And I’m with you, so there’s no problem.”
Megan gulped.
“Pay attention or you’ll get lost,” he warned her.
Megan watched as they turned left just after the gate for the base.
Powell was also in his blues. Apparently, it was viewed as unprofessional for them to go to another base in their BDU uniforms (camouflaged) when they were driving along public highways. There was always the idea that others were watching them, so the Master Sergeant wanted to look good. Actually, Megan could not remember one time when Sergeant Powell had worn BDUs, the green battle dress, since she had started in the shop. The others in the shop always wore BDUs, but not Powell.
They turned the radio on for about an hour and drove listening to the news and some music. It was a nice relaxing ride until Megan’s bladder started to nag her. She just remembered that in her rush to get ready in the morning and set everything just right about her uniform, she had neglected to use the toilet, and now at nearly nine in the morning, her bladder was starting to tell her that it was a mistake to get ready before going to the bathroom.
“Excuse me, sir?” Megan asked.
“Yes, Airman? And you don’t have to call me sir all the time. I’m not an officer. Call me Sergeant Powell, or if you prefer, Charlie is my first name.”
“Yes sir,” she looked at him with bright eyes, and she saw his eyes narrow as she responded with the usual military catch phrase.
“Sir?” he asked her.
“Sorry, Sergeant Powell.”
“That’s better. Now, what is it you wanted?”
“Can we possibly stop for a minute at a convenience store or something?”
“I already told you, didn’t I? We are not allowed to take a military vehicle anywhere but to the intended destination and back. When we get to the other base, you and I can walk to get something to eat or drink.”
“It wasn’t that,” she whispered feeling a little ashamed that she found herself in this predicament.
“Then why did you want to stop?”
“I… it’s okay. I’ll wait.”
“Airman, tell me your problem.”
The way he had looked at her just then, scared her a little bit, and she looked up with those bright shiny eyes. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to use the ladies’ room.”
“Well, you can go when we get to our destination. They’ll have one there.”
“Sir? I mean… um… Sergeant Powell? Why are we not allowed to stop at a convenience store?”
“Waste,” the sergeant replied without taking his eyes from the road. “Even if it’s on the way, the appearance of fraud and waste is in the public lime light right now, so we are being told not be caught with even looking like we are somewhere without a good reason if we are using a government Vehicle.”
“I see,” Megan whispered. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to wait two hours, but if the sergeant said she had to, she wasn’t sure she could do anything else. He had a logical reason for it, though it seemed a bit strict to her, to think that they couldn’t even take a bathroom break.
10:35: Megan started to feel the pressure really nagging her abdomen and she massaged her stomach with her left hand the truck rumbled down the nearly deserted highway—one lane going in either direction.
“Are you okay, airman?” Sergeant Powell turned to look at Megan for a second.
“Yes sir. I just have to use the bathroom really bad.”
“I thought you were awfully quiet. You know I’d stop if I could, but as you can see there isn’t even any place to stop, and we would also be in trouble for misuse of a government vehicle even if there was a place.”
“I know. I can wait,” she gritted her teeth and whispered.
“Are you embarrassed?” he pressed.
Megan nodded.
“Don’t be. You aren’t the only one to have ever been in that situation. Just wait until we get to the base, even if you have to hold yourself to do it, and you can go when we get to the storage yard.”
“Yes sir,” Megan whispered, but still kept only her left hand on her stomach and her right hand at her side, though squeezing it into a fist at times and relaxing it at other times. She didn’t want to look like a desperate school girl in front of her ranking officer.
A few cars passed them, some with children in them, and Megan was momentarily taken back in time to when she was fifteen years old and on a family trip. It was one of the worst car rides she had experienced in her young life, and one that she’d never forget.
At that time, she was very nervous, shy, and embarrassed about asking to stop, even to her father. She had learned a very terrible lesson on that day, one that she would never forget.
She was in the back seat with her younger brother, and she was starting to wiggle her legs. Her brother had seen her wiggling a little and it made her stop and hold her knees tightly together. She didn’t want anyone to see her desperate in those days. Her younger brother, who was twelve, made her even more nervous as he saw her wiggling.
“What am I going to do?” she remembered thinking. If she asked her dad to pull over, everyone in the car would know she had to pee, and her younger brother, who had not asked yet, might make fun of her. Also, she would have to tell her dad, to even get him to stop, and she felt guilty telling him about personal things like that. She had to just wait. There was no other option.
A sudden bump in the truck brought her back to the situation at hand. The Sergeant was still driving along at about fifty-five. Surely, they were allowed to go sixty-five or even seventy? Why was he going so slow?
“Can you kind of speed up?” Megan asked Powell.
“I’m sorry, but government trucks have a regulated speed. As we are not going to an emergency, I have to keep it under fifty-five.”
“It is an emergency,” Megan thought to herself as she felt the sharp pains of shooting nerves trying to get her bladder to release. Still, she said nothing. She had already embarrassed herself enough just alerting the sergeant to her needs. She couldn’t be a child about it. He already knew what she wanted to do.
Megan closed her eyes, and went back to her daydream. For some reason, being in the day dream, though a bad memory to be sure had somehow numbed the constant pressure in her abdomen. She went back to that day, where she remembered doubling over just moments before the hissing started.
Bad idea! She shouldn’t remember that! That would surly make it harder to wait. She tried to think of another memory, one that didn’t end in her wetting.
10:50: “Airman, you need to open your eyes,” the sergeant called over to her. “It’s unprofessional to appear to be sleeping in the truck while it’s moving.”
Megan shifted her position to a more alert one, but when she did, she felt her bladder jolt. She wasn’t sure she could wait much longer. How much longer? The clock had just turned to 10:50. That meant she still had about another hour to wait!
“What would happen,” she mused to herself, her whisper just barely audible.
“What would happen if what?” the sergeant had heard her.
“Nothing,” she blushed. She was already tempted to put her hands between her tightly closed legs. She could feel the tingling that tickled the opening in her bladder trying to get it to open, and her legs were not only closed together as tight as they could get, but they were shaking with effort as her knees pressed into one another.
“Does nothing have to do with you wetting your pants?” the sergeant suddenly surprised her.
“Huh?” she looked over at him, her eyes narrowed at him for a moment wondering what he was thinking as he had asked that ridiculous question, though truth be told, that was exactly what she was thinking.
“I asked if you are about to pee your pants,” Powell was a bit louder and stern.
“No. No. NO!” She was more forceful with her answer as she responded each time.
“Good,” Sergeant Powell continued looking at the road. “I’d hate to have to deal with a little girl on this trip.”
Well, that was definitely out. He’d just told her that he thought only a little girl would do that, so she could not do that! What was she going to do? Only if there were a container in the truck or something she could use to keep from wetting the seat or her pants.
The sergeant slid his eyes her way without turning his head. Truth be told, he was a little curious about whether she really was going to wet herself or not, but as she had stated she wouldn’t so loudly and forcefully, he decided bringing it up again might be the same as sexual harassment.
11:05: Megan was starting to sweat from her hairline. Her eyes were darting around the clean truck floor. There was nothing to relieve her pressure, and her left hand finally gave in and reached between her legs to push itself up into her growing under her squirt. The feeling was intense, and though the main reason for putting her hand there was to stop the pee coming out, she couldn’t help but feel a little heated as her fingers rubbed her privates for that relief.
The sergeant smiled. He knew that she was now on the brink, and that maybe she was doing something else that might help her hold it. She might be doing something quite naughty indeed, and if she was, he could maybe blackmail her with that, even if not because she was going to wet her pants. It had been his intention all along to get her by herself and to ask her to talk to him after work sometimes.
Asking her to talk wasn’t sexual harassment after all, was it? And if he just hinted that he knew what she was doing, and made her felt he might say something about it, could persuade her to talk to him, it wasn’t really misusing his power, was it? Well, maybe it was, but she surely would be too ashamed to tell anyone about that.
11:15: Megan was now sliding her legs up and down and using both hands to try to put pressure there, but the added pressure made her get her panties wet with something else. She was feeling steamy, and she was sure she smelled of girl, and she knew that the sergeant was right there, but it was the only way to keep from wetting her pants and humiliating herself. She dug deeper into the cloth of her nylons and her panties, trying to get as far into her vagina as she could.
Sergeant Powell could barely keep his attention on the road. He smiled as she carried on, pressing, and breathing heavily and shaking her legs to the pleasures and the pressure she felt. He kept glancing at her, and because of that, he lost a little speed going only about 45 miles an hour. The young woman next to him had the cutest expressions of heavy panting as she tried to relieve herself, now in two ways instead of one.
Could he use this against her? Of course he could. Now, it was her fault that sexual harassment was present. He could claim that she was sexually harassing him by playing with herself in full view of him, and it was true that at this moment, his stick was getting long and hard causing his trousers to tent against it.
11:35: Megan finally started to feel oozing juices flowing into her panties because she was extremely ready to do something more. She knew that she couldn’t while he was there, and just rubbed the juices into her panties as she continued with her ruse of just trying to keep from wetting. As she started to calm down, knowing she couldn’t go any further, her need to pee had doubled. She was now, feeling uncomfortably moist in her panties, and she was about to leak some. It was pressing upon her like a boulder on her stomach.
“How much longer?” she asked the sergeant.
“About forty minutes,” he replied.
“Forty minutes?” she asked alarmed. “I’m not going to be able to wait that long. Please, maybe you can just pull off the side of the road?”
“Are you kidding me?” he turned to face her with mock anger in his eyes.
The eyes had worked on her. She suddenly felt ashamed and scared, and the fear had made her whole body tremble, even causing a small squirt to slip down her little watering pipe and dampen the already moist fabric of her panties.
“I’m sorry,” she said immediately.
“How old are you?” the man asked her as though he would an older child.
“Eighteen,” she answered feeling too much fear and shame at what she had asked to notice that he was talking to her as if she was a child.
“Are you a child or a soldier?” he gave her a particularly hard look making her feel uneasy.
“A soldier!” she responded.
“Unless you want me to treat you like a child, stop it. You having to pee so badly is your own fault anyway,” he went on relentlessly.
“What?” she asked.
“I noticed you touching yourself. You should know by now that when a girl makes herself that hot, that she usually has to pee! Don’t you think that was a dirty thing to do to me? You basically pretended to have sex right in front of me!”
Megan’s eyes went wide.
“Perhaps I should report you to the authorities for sexual harassment!”
“No! Please! I’ll do anything!”
“Anything?” he asked her.
“Anything!”
“Well, let’s see how you behave on the rest of the trip, and maybe we can work something out.”
Her head bowed in shame. She sat quietly and tears leaked down her face. Then, her body betrayed her, and a hissing sound sent urine all over her bottom and the seat of the truck. She just kept looking down, worried about what he was going to decide to do with her. |
“The Humiliation of Stopping”
The truck finally approached the gate that closed off the base to common passers-by with a young man in a blue uniform not unlike the master sergeant or like Megan, but he had two stripes running through the stars of his uniform.
The young man stepped to the driver’s side window and held out his hand to see the military identification cards. Master Sergeant Powell had already had his out and put it into the waiting soldier’s hand.
“I need to see hers, too.”
“Alright,” Megan blushed as she slipped her hand into the skirt pocket feeling the vinyl of the brown card case that she kept her card in was damp. She looked at the floor as she passed the card towards the master sergeant who then took it and placed it in the young soldier’s hand.
He passed the cards back, and looked at the master sergeant with knitted brows. “So what is your purpose?”
“Picking up supplies.”
“That young woman over there okay?” he asked Powell as he realized that Megan didn’t want to look up at him, and kept her legs quite stiffly together trying to hide her wet accident.
“She’s fine,” Powell chuckled. “She just peed herself like a child is all.”
“What? That’s a bit odd!”
“Yeah, I know. It’s not your concern though, is it?”
“No sir. You are free to pass.”
Powell eased the truck forward and left the guard staring at the truck from behind still probably thinking about what he had heard.
“Did you have to tell him I peed myself?” Megan whispered mortified that he had told someone like that.
“Well, if you had been a little more natural about it, I wouldn’t have had to say anything, airman. Once we get to the supply store, I’ll have you run this work order in so that they can load our truck.”
“I don’t want to go in there,” Megan looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“What’s the difference?” he looked straight back at her. “You are going to have to leave the truck anyway so we can go to the base exchange and get you some clean clothes since you can’t possibly wear that wet skirt back to our base.”
“I’m… going to have to walk all the way… across the base like this?”
“I’m afraid so. I certainly don’t know what your sizes are, and you need to come with me so you can have lunch anyway. Now, go in and at the far left, you’ll see a glass window where you can present this paperwork.”
The truck had been backed up to a dock that allowed the people that would be loading the truck to do so without having to lift anything up. Megan looked down at her lap, holding the work order as Powell climbed down from the driver side and walked around to open her door.
“Come on, airman. Don’t get make things worse for yourself by disobeying orders too.”
Megan climbed down from the truck, her face even more rosy as she climbed the steps next to the open dock and walked in towards the direction that Powell had pointed. Then, as he went off somewhere, who knows where, she walked to the glass door feeling like every worker in the warehouse was looking at the back of her skirt.
Megan saw a window at the height of a desk, and a young woman behind it. She knocked on it to get her attention because the young woman was turned around and talking to someone else in the office behind her.
“May I help you?” the young woman slid the glass open.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m here with Sergeant Powell. He told me to give you this for our truck.”
“Sergeant Powell?” the young woman looked at Megan with concern. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah… I’m fine. Why?”
“Oh, nothing. Let me see the list.”
Megan handed her the list, and the young woman turned and handed it to two young men who she was earlier talking with. They quickly left the office through the door at the left side of the window to go start collecting the things for the truck.
Megan stood there a little uncomfortably, worried about what people behind her were thinking. She suddenly felt a hand brush her skirt and she jumped. When she looked up she saw Powell’s face.
“Want to go get cleaned up?” he asked her.
Megan nodded her face, which had started to fade of its rosy color, took on color again. She hated that he had asked her right in front of the other young woman.
Without further ado, he put a hand heavily on her shoulder and directed her through the warehouse and out the front of it where several people gaped at her when they noticed her wet skirt. They walked around the front of the building, down the busy street, and about twenty minutes later, arrived in the small business section of the base. There was the base exchange where she could by new clothes, the bowling lanes, a couple of restaurants, and the base credit union.
“Let’s go and get you some clothes first of all,” Powell suggested. “Do you need to withdraw some money?”
Megan looked down. She hadn’t thought about needing money, but she knew she didn’t have enough in her account to get a new skirt and everything else that make her professional.
“What’s wrong, airman?”
“I don’t have any money for this,” tears came to her eyes.
“Well, I suppose I could help you out, but if I do, then you’ll owe me a favor.”
Megan looked up at him. “Couldn’t I just pay you back with money?”
“Well, if you want,” he shrugged. “But if you think that it’s just a small one time loan, then don’t expect me to help you again. However, if you do me a favor, then you can ask for my help anytime, and you won’t have to pay me with money.”
Megan thought about it a moment. She wasn’t sure she liked his idea of repaying him with a favor. A favor could mean anything, but then, as an Airman just out of basic, she really didn’t have money for a new uniform even if she intended to pay him back for it. “What favor do you want?” she asked of him before deciding.
“Nothing too hard,” he smiled at her. “You see, our squadron needs an extra bowler for our team. If you will join our squadron team, we can call it even.”
Megan didn’t know that it was illegal for a supervisor to force the airmen to do things outside of duty hours, so she shrugged and nodded. It would be better to be forced to have fun than to have to worry about money she didn’t have.
She nodded.
Powell smiled at her. “Let’s get you some clothes then.”
Megan felt the back of her neck sweating, her arms sweating, and her face starting to run with beads of perspiration. How many people were looking at her wet skirt as she walked into the military mini-mall? She walked next to him while he took her to the women’s area.
“Pick out some panties, hose, or whatever you need to be professional,” he told her. “Don’t worry about the cost. I want to make you comfortable so you can drive back to the base. As for the seat, I should buy a blanket too. I don’t want to sit in your mess.”
Megan looked down and ashamed. She hated to be reminded of what she had done. It was bad enough that she felt very aware of everyone staring at her not to mention the cold feeling down her legs and around her butt and privates.
They finished getting the things she’ need, and he picked up a blanket for the seat and they went to the front to pay. She wished they had the truck so she could go hide in it while he paid, but they didn’t. All she could do, was stand there trying to look normal while everyone kept peeking a second or third time to see if she had really peed herself like a kid.
When they got to the front, the cashier looked at her after she rung it up and told her the price.
“I’ve got it,” Powell said pushing her further ahead so he could pay. “She’s wet her pants, so I had to get her some clothes,” he stated the obvious. “Can she maybe change here, somewhere?”
The woman cashier gave Megan a dirty look, but she pointed to the back. “I think the manager will let her, if you explain it to him.”
Powell took the newly purchased items and walked back to the back with his hand on Megan’s shoulder. She could feel him treating her like a little kid. Still, what choice did she have? She was wet like one, and it was terrible to be in that situation because of something she had done. She couldn’t get angry at him for helping her, could she? A tear slid down the right side of her face.
“Sergeant Williams?” Powell knocked on the manager’s office door.
The door opened and a younger man looked up at him, but not as young as Megan. He had been in the Military for at least five years, for he had the rank of Staff sergeant, one stripe under the three that disappear behind the star which was white.
“I was told I might be able to ask you?” Powell looked him in the eye. “My airman wet herself.”
“Oh, what did you want?”
“I purchased some clothes for her, but she needs a private place to change.”
“She can use my office.”
“Thanks.”
Megan wasted no time in getting in there and changing herself. She felt the clammy sticky panties peel from her bum as she pulled the cloth down. Her skirt was almost dry in the back, but it still looked stained. She was relieved to get it off.
Half an hour later, they were at a restaurant across the street, and Megan looked at him with her shiny eyes. She was a little scared of what he’d spread around about her.
“Sir? Can you please not tell everyone at work what happened?”
“Is that what you want, airman?”
She nodded.
“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t be very professional to tell everyone what you did, but airman, if I do you that favor, promise to obey me when I tell you to do something?”
Megan looked at him trying to read what he might ask of her. She wasn’t sure she liked where this was going. But after a few moments, she nodded. Whatever he asked of her, it couldn’t be worse than everyone at work laughing at her for peeing her pants. |
“Inspection”
It had been about three days since the incident with the master sergeant, and now, Megan was happily as far from him as possible, dressed in her work clothes and learning by watching an airman with two stripes turning off the water under a sink.
“Well, that was common sense,” she thought to herself. “I know to turn the water off before removing something that would spray water all over.”
The other airman, a bit older than she was, with black curly hair and a light golden brown face smiled at her as he got the water turned off. “Now I’ve got the water off, you just pick off the cap on the faucet handle like I showed you.”
Megan dug her nail into the circular line that surrounded the c for the cold water handle, and eventually pulled it up revealing a cross hair lined screw which is known as a phillips’ screw. She reached into the green tool bag and pulled out a screw driver to take out the screw holding it down.
“So, tell me Airman Sparrows,” the older boy teased. “It seems that Sergeant Powell has been looking at you a bit much when we come back to the office. Haven’t you noticed? Maybe he wants to do you?”
“I’d appreciate it if you minded your own business, Airman Davis,” she addressed the E-3 which was actually an Airman First Class.
“That’s kind of insubordinate,” he winked at her as she pulled the knob off of the sink and fit the tool around the stem that would remove the innards that fits up into the knob.
“So? If you are going to taunt me about my personal life, I don’t think it counts in the military,” she said though a bit quietly as she wasn’t sure if this was true or not.
Davis laughed. He handed her the new stem, but kept hold of it as she placed her hand around it. “We are forgetting to check something, right?” he asked her.
Megan thought a moment, and then released the new stem and reached into the bag for a kind of funny looking metal stick that had a square bottom on it that fit down into the hole left by the missing stem. She then placed a crescent adjustable wrench over the stick which was nearly square, and twisted it. When she withdrew the stick, it held a small copper ring that had a square hole in it through which the stick had fit.
Davis smiled and gesture for her to look in the bag for a ‘seat’ that would fit the sink. Megan really already knew the whole procedure as this was the sixth leaking sink she had helped to fix since being there on that base.
“Look, I know what I’m doing,” Megan told him. “If you can just give me the benefit of the doubt, I could actually fix one of these sinks by myself.”
“That’s not up to me,” Davis smiled at her. “If you want to try on your own, you have to ask Sergeant Powell. Only he decides who is ready to work, and who still has to be trained.”
Megan sighed and put in the new seat, replaced the new stem, then the old handle, turned on the water, and showed him that she had done it correctly.
Davis called on the radio. “Piperfitter, Base.”
“Base by!”
“Job 2303 is completely.”
“Copy that. You are all clear for now. Report to base.”
They drove the truck back to the main shop where they sat in the break room like area waiting for something to do. It didn’t seem like there was really anything else to do, and Megan sat down thinking about everything that had caused her to join the Air Force in the first place.
She closed her eyes, and thought about her mother on her death bed when she was fifteen years old.
“My dear Megan, I worry about you the most. What will you do without a mother to finish raising you, and your dad so busy with the Air Force all the time. What will you do?”
Megan had not known at that time that she was going to go into the military, but she had promised her mother that she would be strong, and that she would find her way in life without her mother needing to worry. It was that promise, that had made Megan strong enough to complete basic training, and that memory that allowed her to put up with some of the teasing and harassment she got from her work place. She still didn’t know that it was illegal for them to make her feel like she was a liability at the shop, and she wasn’t even sure if it was because she was a woman, if it was because she was still inexperience, or if it was because the Master Sergeant wasn’t going to trust treating her like an adult for a while because of what had happened earlier in the week.
“Airman, wake up,” Davis smiled at her. “We have to go straighten the office since we are free.”
“Alright,” Megan stretched her arms above her head for a moment, and then walked behind Davis into the main supervisor’s office where there were two computers and another desk that faced the door with two chairs for the sergeant to chew out subordinates.
“Start with vacuuming the floor,” Davis told her as he walked from the office.
“Where are you going?”
“To clean something else,” he told her. “If you have a problem with that, then take it up with one of the sergeants.”
Megan sighed. She was sure he was just going to skate off from doing anything, but he had two stripes and she had none, so she did as she was told cursing at him from behind her narrowed suspicious eyes.
What else was he going to clean? Anyway, she started with vacuuming the carpet as she was told, she empty the trash can, and she wiped off the desks with furniture polish and then looked up at the clock. It was nearing break time, and she figured that if it was now going on 2:30, then she had a right to go down the hall, get herself some water, and use the toilet even though there was no one in the office at the moment.
She was just opening the door to walk down to the community snack area for the Civil Engineers which included everyone from plumbers to carpenters and road makers. And she saw Master Sergeant Powell talking to the First Sergeant. She stood at attention for a moment, and Powell looked up at her.
“All clear on the emergency truck?” he asked her.
“Yes sir, I think so. Davis told me to clean the office, and so I did, but it’s break time now, isn’t it, sir?”
“It is, but come to the office for a moment. I need to talk to you in private with the ‘First Shirt.”
Megan wasn’t sure she liked this. No one talked to the ‘First Shirt’ unless they were in big trouble. The ‘First Shirt,’ or First Sergeant was the ears for the commander for any squadron, and he would notify the commander if there were any problems that he couldn’t fix, but mostly, he handled the problems himself. The shops NCOs, in particular, the ranking NCO of any shop, were supposed to handle problems at the local level first, but as her NCOIC (Non-Commissioned Officer In Charge) was now involving the First Sergeant, she knew that it would be a big problem.
They walked into the office, and then she stood facing the desk while the NCOIC, Powell faced her from behind the desk and the First Shirt stood at the door of the office waiting for him to begin.
“I’ve recommended that you be put on dormitory duty for the next few weeks,” Powell told her. “As you know, we are often out in the field all day doing repairs, and after telling the First Shirt of your little problem we had the other day, I convince him that it would be easier on you to get to the bathroom if you were working in the dorms since every floor has one.”
Megan blushed. She had been doing good today and the rest of the week. Surely, he didn’t think she was just hiding her wet clothes from him, not to mention that they’d have to go to the dorm for her to change if anything like that happened while she was working. It had not! She wasn’t a child. She normally held it just fine.
“That’s not necessary, sir,” she looked up at him as sincere as she could be. “That was one time, and only one accident. It won’t happen again.”
The First Sergeant then walked over to her side. “Regardless, we need someone to take care of the dorms for the next two weeks, and I’ve decided that I want you to report to Sergeant Gann at the end of today’s shift to tell him that you will be helping him. We have to get the dorms ready for an inspection that is coming up, and though the airmen are responsible for their own rooms, we have a lot of work that needs to be down around the outside, in the office for the dorms, and we need to inventory each room for any problems.”
Megan swallowed. She knew that there would be regular inspections at times as she had been placed under inspection at least once a week during basic training. She nodded and knowing she had no choice, she said “Yes sir.”
“Good. Now are you sure you are not wet or are not hiding any wet clothes anywhere?” Sergeant Powell asked as the First Sergeant stood there listening. “I invited him here to have this discussion because I wanted you to know that I’m not picking on you just because you are a lady. You were wet the other day, and you know you can’t deny it.”
“That was the only time, sir,” she looked from Powell to the First Sergeant.”
“Fine, then you are dismissed. Go on break, and then wait in the shop unless you get sent on another job.”
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Megan was awake at the normal time on the next morning, she walked down to the dorm manager’s office dressed in her fatigues ready to work. She didn’t know what kinds of jobs he’d have for her, but she was sure it wasn’t going to be that much fun. At least she wasn’t in any worse trouble, and the First Shirt had promised to keep her secret as long as it didn’t happen again.
She knocked at the office door, and Sergeant McKindly opened the door. He was a fairly heavy man who seemed twice as wide as he was tall, but it was not all fat. The thing that put him on this duty, however, was that he had especially thick glasses, and was nearing sixty years old. He couldn’t really move like the younger people, and he had only another year or two to go before he’d retire.
“Reporting as ordered,” Megan stood at attention at his door.
“At ease, airman,” the burly man barked. “As you know, we have inspections coming up, and I want to be ready for them. That means we need to make the grounds look good, make sure the washing room is in order, and that each and every room has fresh clean linen. We will start with replacing the linin in the first floor of B building where the girls sleep.”
“Yes sir,” Megan inwardly cursed. She was sure that her bed was okay, but still, she was a little nervous. She was scared to tell anyone that sometimes in the mornings, she woke up having to go so badly, that she sometimes leaked into her undies. Still, she was sure it never got on her bed, so there was no reason that anyone would find out, right?
She was one of eight girls in the Civil Engineering Squadron. The other 146 were men, that lived in the dorms anyway. There were yet others that were in base housing or that lived off of base all together. Just how big the CES (Civil Engineering Squadron) was, she wasn’t sure.
“So, I want you to come with me, and we’ll strip every one of the beds in the girls’ floor and take them to the laundry unit for clean linen.”
Megan and the sergeant walked into the first room of the floor which was not shared, but a single room belonging to the area chief. The room had expensive stereo equipment and a nice television set up in there. It was spotless everywhere, and not even one thing seemed out of place. Her wall locker was locked as required, and Megan gulped. She knew that her own room could be a little cleaner.
“Strip the left side of the bed,” the sergeant told her as he grabbed the blankets and sheets from the right side. They quickly pulled back the linen to reveal a very fresh looking mattress which nearly looked new.
“Did this girl even use her bed at night?” Megan wondered. They tossed the blankets into a heavy duty laundry cart and rolled it to the next room. The next room, to Megan’s relief, was a little more normal. The bed was left unmade, and there was a dirty pair of forgotten panties on the floor.
The sergeant picked up a clipboard from his side of the cart, and he made two check marks on it.
“What was that?” Megan asked him.
“Airman Waters has two marks against her. You airmen are to keep your rooms ready for an inspection at all times, no matter what. As you saw, she had her bed unmade, and a dirty pair of panties on the floor.”
They move the blankets into the big laundry cart, and Megan gulped. How many penalties was the sergeant going to mark against her? She was sure it was going to be hell.
They finally arrived at her room, and Megan closed her eyes as he opened her door. She opened her eyes very slowly as he walked into her room with her bed unmade, her dirty clothes from the day before on the floor, and her trash can still loaded with stuff in it under her desk.
On her desk, there were pens scattered, and her roommate’s side had her bed unmade, some dirty clothes here and there, and a couple of papers on the floor by the bed.
Megan’s eyes went wide. It had to be the worst of the girls’ rooms. She looked at the sergeant who just smiled. He looked from the messy room to her, and winked at her.
“Would you clean this room up, an then I’ll come back in after lunch and try my inspection again?” he asked her.
Megan’s jaw dropped. “Aren’t you supposed to just inspect?”
“Is that what you want me to do?”
She shook her head.
“Then clean up this room, and report to my office once it’s clean.”
Megan got to work cleaning up both sides of the room to make it spotless.
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After nearly two hours, Megan went back to the office as it neared ten thirty. She paused outside the office first straightening her shirt and pulling her pants up to make sure she was presentable. Then she opened the door.
“Airman Sparrows reports as ordered.”
“You don’t have to say that ridiculous line every time you open my door,” the sergeant informed her. “Your room is clean then?”
Megan nodded.
“Good. Sit and take a break for a minute.”
“May I go to the bathroom first?” Megan asked him.
“Are you a child?”
Megan winced.
“Airman? If you are not a child, then take care of yourself. I don’t want to hear about if you need to use the toilet again. Just go, and then report back to what you were doing.”
“Yes sir,” Megan nodded and ran from the office to get to the bathroom. She felt a little strange with him telling her that it was okay to go anytime she wanted. She always got the feeling from her regular area of work that she had to wait until it was a convenient time to go.
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“Bowling League”
So, it was now Friday late afternoon, and Megan was just walking into the bowling alley to report for her team’s first practice session. She recognized Sergeant Powell, The First Shirt, Sergeant Gann, and Airman Davis. She was the fifth member of the team.
“You can’t be serious,” Davis groaned. “There’s no way Megan can possibly help us win.”
“It’s not about winning,” First shirt informed him. “It’s only important to participate, besides, if you want to win, then teach her to throw the ball right!”
Megan sighed. She didn’t want to be there with any of those guys, and she really wished she could just disappear. She had never bowled before, and she knew that Davis had every reason to not want her there because she didn’t know how she was going to help them at all.
Powell walked over to her and handed her a shiny pink ball. “You just roll this down that lane between those gutters, and try to knock the pins over. You can try on your own first, and then after you see where you are at, maybe I’ll ask Airman Davis to help you.”
Megan sighed. At least she was allowed to wear jeans a tea shirt to play in. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and she felt very feminine but confident, something that to people like Sergeant Powell, probably sounded like an oxymoron. She lifted the ball up in her delicate slender right hand, turned it to find the finger holes, and then held it in just her thumb and two fingers for a moment to get a feel for it.
The ball was a little heavy and awkward, and she had to put her left hand up under it very quickly for fear it would slip off of her fingers and fall on her foot. The ball was supposed to be a light one, but it felt as though it wanted to drag her hand first to the floor in a fall you might see on those old Saturday cartoons.
Megan nodded as the Master Sergeant pointed down the lanes to the pins. Megan walked to the line, put the ball down and pushed it clumsily with her hand feeling the edge of the holes in the ball scraping against her fingers as the round heavy sphere slowly rolled about halfway down the polished floor, and then gradually pull to the left until it guttered out just about three or four feet from the pins.
“Very good first try,” the first shirt smiled even as Davis sniggered.
“Well, since you think it’s funny, airman,” the first shirt glared at him. “Maybe you can show her how it’s done?”
Airman Davis waited for her ball to come back, and then he picked up his blue ball. “Stand over there so you can see how I do this,” he instructed her. He started about five steps back from the line to the polished runway lane, and he took several quick steps, sweeping his right leg behind him and releasing his right hand just inches above the floor sending the ball at a medium speed towards the mark between the first two leading pins just to the left.
The pins domino-ed and left but three standing in the back. Davis smiled at her as the frame cleared itself, and set up again.
“Now,” Davis stood next to her. “Stand with your left foot just at the line before the lane.”
Megan did as she was told. The First Shirt watched him carefully as he instructed her how to stride, how to hold the ball, how to carry the ball, and how to release while sweeping her hind leg behind her. It was quite a grueling training exercise, almost as much work as running a mile and a half… almost.
After she had practiced for nearly an hour, just approaching the line, Davis decided she was ready to try it with a real ball again. She looked from Davis to the sergeants, but they seemed to be talking. Was she allowed to ask to take a break? She wasn’t sure. She looked back to Davis and carried her ball.
“Okay,” Airman Davis called to the sergeants. “She’s going to try it with the ball again!”
Megan could feel all of their eyes on her. She was nervous because the only reason she was there, was so that Sergeant Powell didn’t humiliate her, and she was scared that if she messed up and couldn’t even knock over a pin, that he would think she could not join the team, and then their deal would be off. She didn’t want to think about what that would mean as he told Airman Davis what she had done earlier that week.
Megan took the stance, lined up her foot with the appropriate arrow that Davis had shown her, and she took her steps towards the line. Her toe stepped over the line, but the ball when nearly straight. It flew right between, not the first arrow to the left, but the second, which still knocked over a few pins and showed quite an improvement from the first ball she had thrown.
“Very good,” Davis applauded her. The sergeants joined in in applauding her, and she could feel her face heating up at the attention. “Now, you need to pick up the spare,” Davis told her.
He told her to practice the steps to place the ball for shooting at the remaining four pins. She looked up at him for a moment, then nodded and did a few dry practice steps towards the line without her ball. He told her it was better to practice like this in front of just her team mates, as on the day of the competition, she would face some taunting, and she didn’t want to have to practice running to the line in front of the other teams.
Megan nodded and smiled a little as she realized that they were honestly teaching her to bowl without actually trying to make fun of her. She ran up to the line for the fifth time for the spare before Davis picked up her ball to give her.
“Um… can I come back in a moment?” she asked him.
“You really need to do this first,” he told her. “When we are in a game, no one really leaves the area if we are up in the next two rounds. It’s rude to make others wait on you, but if you ask Master Sergeant Powell, I won’t stop you.”
Megan didn’t want to ask if it seemed rude. She was already a little embarrassed that he had put her on dorm duty because he didn’t think she was strong enough. “I’ll wait until I throw this ball,” she whispered.
“Good call. Now, let’s go mark your starting point again…”
Megan prepared by putting her left foot just behind the line for throwing, and walked back five steps. She took a breath, feeling a little discomfort in her stomach, and then positioned herself with the ball in her right fingers and the opposite side of the holes in her left hand. She made four quick steps forwards, swept the wrong leg behind her, and rolled the ball which flew to the other side of the lane, though nearly halfway down before hitting the gutter.
“What was that?” Davis asked her.
Megan looked from Davis to the sergeants, and they all seemed to look at her like they couldn’t believe what she had done.
“Can you count, airman?” Davis asked her.
“Of course I can!”
“Then why did you only take four steps and not five?”
Megan looked down. She was nervous because she wanted to go to the bathroom, but it wasn’t an emergency. If she said this, she was sure she’d be mocked for her mistake. “I just got excited,” she lied.
“You don’t get excited until you see the pins fall,” Davis said with a frown. “There is no point in being excited if you are not going to knock down the pins, right?”
Megan looked down and she felt her eyes burning as tears started to make her vision blurry.
“Alright, Airman Davis,” Powell called him off. “Let her sit and take a break. She’s been at this for an hour and a half, so maybe she needs a break. We can all practice a bit and let her see how we do it.”
Davis nodded and walked back to his seat to sit and wait while the sergeants reset the frames and Sergeant Gann walked to the front to pay for more time on the lanes.
Megan looked up towards the lobby and the bathrooms. She wasn’t sure if she was allowed to ask yet, or if she could just go, so approached Powell so she could whisper.
“Excuse me, sir?” she asked meekly. “May I please go take a moment and come back?”
“Take a moment?” he asked her.
“Yeah, you know….”
Apparently he didn’t know. He looked at her still frowning and his eyes were knitted together in a puzzled but bemused gaze.
“I have to go pee,” she whispered very low. Her face turned nearly purple.
“Oh, you know where it is, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“Then go.”
Megan ran up the steps that separated the main lounge from the Bowling lane sitting areas, and she made her way quickly towards the toilet door for the ladies’. The lanes were actually rented out, and as such, it was quite a circus trying to slip between all the moving people, and to her dismay, she opened the bathroom door to find that there were over twenty girls waiting in lines for the three toilets.
She got behind a heavyset woman probably in her thirties and waited.
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The weekend had gone by rather quickly. Megan had to admit that learning to bowl for the first time in her life was actually quite fun even if it left her arm sore the next day. She had managed to not do anything to really embarrass herself too much while learning, and on Saturday, she mostly slept and recovered from the exhausting training.
On Sunday, she had spent the morning watching television in the girls’ common area, and then gone down to the shopping BX for some window shopping in the afternoon. She was feeling quite well by then, and so when Monday came around, she was ready to work even if it was just in the dorms.
Megan knocked sharply on McKindly’s office door, and she entered.
“I see you are punctual again, airman,” the sergeant smiled at her. “I want you to mow the lawn today. I’ll show you how to gas up the riding mower, and then how to make sure the grass is cut evenly. Once you have done that, we will continue with C building’s linens, and then I’ll take you for lunch.”
It really wasn’t so bad being on dormitory duty, Megan observed. The sergeant in charge of the dorms was a lot less harassing towards her, and she felt like she was allowed to be a young lady with real needs of a real person.
Megan cut the grass of the grounds that were in the middle of five buildings. She then stripped over twenty beds of the old linens and replaced them, and then went out for lunch off of base in MrKindly’s private car.
Megan smiled as she looked over at the senior. He smiled back at her. She didn’t know if he was just being nice to her, or if this was his cheap shot at getting a date, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t seem to do anything inappropriate, and when they came back to the dorms, he put her to work cleaning some bathrooms over.
By the end of Monday, Megan felt like she was getting into the routine quite nicely. She wasn’t really sure if she preferred working in the shop, or if she preferred working in the dorms, but she did like not having to work with those people in the shop. Sergeant McKindly was so nice compared to them.
Tuesday morning, she woke up sweating. Megan pulled the blankets back and noticed that her panties were quite damp from all the perspiration, and her t-shirt was drenched. She looked at her clock on her nightstand and realized that she only had but a few minutes before she was to report to work! Her alarm had not gone off! She quickly climbed out of bed, tossed her sweaty things on the floor as she looked for some clean things to wear, and put on her fatigues before rushing down to the dormitory offices.
Her hair was still a little bit of a mess, but she just put it in a quick ponytail, and she was sure she still smelled because of all the sweating in the night. She wasn’t sure why she was so hot in April, but she shrugged it off as she knocked at the door.
“Enter,” McKindly barked from behind the door.
“Sorry I’m late,” Megan said in an anxious whisper.
“You’re not late,” he smiled at her. “But your appearance is a little shabby.”
“I’m sorry. My alarm didn’t go off, and I was so scared I was going to be late.”
“Go back to your room and get ready properly. I’ll expect you back in about an hour and a half,” the sergeant looked at her with a glare. “Just because we are on dorm duty doesn’t give us the pass to not properly take care of ourselves before work. I’ll be over there in a bit, so make sure you don’t dawdle getting dressed or you might find yourself in an uncomfortable situation.”
“Yes sir.”
Megan ran to the girls’ dormitories, back into her room, gathered her dirty things from her floor to make sure he didn’t see any reason to take points off of her, whatever those were, and then she prepared for a shower.
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Her day had gone pretty good, and that afternoon, they were back at the bowling alley. Megan walked up to the First Shirt with a big smile. He returned the smile and looked at her chosen clothes, a cute blue skirt and a lighter blue sweater-like top.
“Are you trying to dress to kill this evening?” he asked her. “You really should not wear a skirt for bowling though. It’s likely to cause problems, airman. I’d send you home for pants or something, but I don’t think we have time.”
“It’s okay. I just wanted to look nice tonight.”
“Well, you should think about where you are going though, honey. You know if you bowl in that, you are going to be flashing our undies where everyone will see, don’t you? I think you should sit today’s practice out.”
“Oh, okay. I’m sorry,” Megan looked down.
“It’s okay. I’ll teach you to keep score.”
Soon the rest of the team was there, and though Davis thought her clothes were very cute, he was disappointed that she would not be practicing.
“But she can barely keep the ball straight yet!” he complained. “She has to practice!”
“Airman, cool it,” Powell told him. “Airman Sparrows is not dressed right for bowling and she was told so she will come tomorrow prepared to bowl.”
“When is our game again?” the four striped Sergeant asked with one stripe under the three that went through the star.
“I believe we have one this Friday, Sergeant Gann. We are playing the EMCS squadron.”
“Oh, cool!” Gann was not wearing his uniform though, but just a loose short sleeve pullover and a pair of jeans. That was what they were all wearing except the First Shirt who always went anywhere with his charges in his blues. He thought it was profession.
The evening wore on, and Megan was keeping score for them. As the second hour approached, Megan started to stretch and stand up.
“What are you doing, airman?” Davis asked her.
“Oh, um… nothing.” She sat back down. She was now not sure it she was allowed to stand up. The other sergeants didn’t tell him to lay off of her, so maybe she had to stay seated while she was keeping score.
“I think Davis is right,” Gann leaned in next to her to talk to her in a low tone. “If you are going to come unprepared to play, the least you can do, is keep score and not move while we are trying to improve.”
“Yes sir,” Megan nodded and went back to keeping score.
After two and a half hours, however, she started to fidget a little in her seat. The lane was rented for three hours, so she knew that just thirty minutes later, she should be able to go take care of her personal needs. She really should have come in jeans so that she wouldn’t be in this situation.
Davis came back after rolling a strike, and after hi-fiving his other male colleagues, he sat down placing a hand on Megan’s nearly naked thigh. “That’s how you make the pins fall!”
Megan raised her hand for a high five, but he looked at her funny.
“What? You think you should be involved in the action?” he asked her. “You didn’t even come dressed to play.”
“Davis,” Powell was behind them. “That’s not nice! Treat her with respect or I’ll have a talk with you about military etiquette with a stripe to boot.”
“Yes sir, sorry.” He raised a hand for a high five, but now Megan just turned away from him. She had a tear in her left eye. She thought that guys liked to see girls look pretty, but then, she was a soldier, and maybe that meant she wasn’t supposed to be pretty.
Powell squatted down next to her. “Airman Sparrows? What’s wrong, young lady?”
“Nothing,” she said wishing she wasn’t there.
“Go to the bathroom and freshen up. I’ll take care of the score for you for now.”
She nodded and stood up, but as she did, the full realization of her bladder made her bend at the waist and her right hand rubbed her side. Immediately, Powell noticed this, and thinking she was sick, he turned to Airman Davis.
“Keep score, and tell them to skip my turns for now. I’m taking Sparrows home.”
Davis now saw her bending at her waist with tears in her eyes and a hand on her side, and he looked at the ground. He should not have been tantalizing her if she was sick. He didn’t understand it. She didn’t look sick when she was sitting there taking points for their practice. He sat as he was told and Powell took Megan by the hand.
“Come on,” he gently said reaching an arm around her to support her. “Did you drive here?”
“No,” she said shaking her head. “Honestly, I’m okay. I just need to go to the bathroom a minute.”
“No, you are not okay, airman. Your side is hurting you, and you are feeling sick. I’m taking you home, and then making sure you are okay before I leave you. I don’t want you to walk like this.”
He led her past the bathroom and outside, though she really just wanted to go in there. Her face felt hot and she was embarrassed. She wasn’t sick at all, but if she told the sergeant that she needed to pee, and that was the only reason, would he make things worse for her since he thought she was a child already? She let him lead her to his car.
“You can get in,” he nodded at her as he held the door, but Megan was not sure she should. She bent at her knees and closed her legs tightly together to try to keep from peeing her panties and her skirt. He just smiled as he watched her bending over with her hand on her side.
“It’s okay, Airman. Get in.”
“I really have to go potty,” she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
“Oh,” he looked at her. “Well, I could let you go back inside, but in the condition you are in, are you sure you’ll make it? If you don’t, everyone will see you pee your pants….”
Megan blushed. She was scared of everyone seeing. “I don’t want to wet,” she said her legs shaking uncontrollably as she stood half bent at the waist. “What should I do?”
“Get in the car, and we’ll try to get you home. You can go there.”
“And if… if I… I don’t make it?” she was getting scared.
“If you don’t make it, you’ll be home, so you can clean up.”
“But everyone in the dorm will see.”
“Oh, I didn’t think about that. Tell you what, come to my house, honey.”
“I…”
“It’s not a request,” he looked in her eyes. “I want to make sure you have your dignity when you face everyone you will work with, so just come to my house, get yourself cleaned up, and then I’ll take you home in clean clothes if you are wet.”
She nodded. She didn’t know how else to fix the problem, and she could already feel the waters at the edge of her pleading muscles as they quivered to hold it back. “I’m about to wet,” she admitted to him blushing deeply.
“I know you are,” he smiled at her. “Just do it. I’m taking you to my house so you can clean up.”
“I don’t want to,” she stuttered still shaking her legs violently trying to find any distraction she could from the discomfort.
He put her into the car and put the belt over her lap and shoulder. “It’s okay,” he whispered to her and then closed the door. He walked around, and Megan felt the crotch of her panties getting quite warm. She was going to do it any second, and it looked as if she had no choice.
The car pulled out of the parking lot, and they started towards the base gate. Megan noticed, and she felt her leg get a little more jumpy as she looked at him blushing. “Don’t you live in housing?”
“No, I live off of base.”
“I can’t wait that long,” she gasped.
“I told you not to worry about it. Just wet your pants, airman. I know you are going to.” He looked over at her as he calmly said these things.
“But didn’t you tell me that it’s unacceptable for a professional soldier to do that and that it was a kind of harassment?” she asked as she sat there still trying to keep her composure.
“True, but you are not in uniform,” he smiled at her. “Right now, you can just be my little girl, and I’ll take care of you.”
“I’m not a little girl,” she blushed.
“We’ll see about that. If you make it all the way to my house dry, then I won’t even mention it again, but if you are wet, then you’ll just accept that you are my responsibility and let me treat you like you are my child. Unless, you’d rather me take you to the First Shirt and you can explain to him that you were about to wet your pants at the bowling alley in front of everyone again.”
Megan’s eyes water. She didn’t want anyone to think that she was a baby, or especially anyone to realize what she was about to do when her side had hurt in front of everyone. She looked away from Powell for a moment, then with a tear coming down her face, she looked back at him. “Okay, I’ll let you treat me like your daughter as long as you don’t do it in public,” she agreed as she felt her panties starting to dampen.
“Good girl,” he reached over and rubbed her back. “Now, are you wetting your pants?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl. I’ll just take you to my house to clean up, and then we can take you back to the dorms all dry and no one will know what happened to my high school kid.”
“High school?” she raised an eye at him.
“Well, you don’t want to be a baby do you? If you are my baby, I’d have to put you diapers even for going home in.”
She shook her head. Definitely diapers were out!
“Alright. You go ahead and finish peeing your pants so I can get you cleaned up when I get you to my place.”
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As they pulled into the drive, Megan could see some toys scattered around the yard. It looked as though he already had a couple of little kids at home, and that meant a wife.
“Won’t your wife think I’m your girlfriend?” she asked him.
“No!” he practically yelled at her. “She knows about you because she’s my wife. I told her that if I found you wet again, I might take you here to help you get cleaned up because I feel that as your supervisor, it is my job to look out for you. You are just a young person, barely out of basic training, and so we are the closest thing you have to parents close by.”
Megan felt her face get hot and flushed.
“I’ll just go in and get you a blanket to cover your wet skirt in so no one notices you are wet, okay? Stay here a minute.”
Megan sat in the car for a few minutes, thinking about what was happening to her. Was Powell really going to treat her like a child? Did he think of her as a high school kid? It was a little embarrassing, and yet, something inside her made her feel warm about it. It relaxed her so completely that she felt herself peeing again, because if he really was like her dad, then it didn’t matter to him if she wet her pants. The flood soon poured out all over the seat under her, but she could only smile. She would see what kind of daddy he was. |
“Return to Duty”
Megan had never been so humiliated as from the evening before, but at least now, she was free to report to the dormitory office feeling relieved and quite refreshed. She had just a hint of perfume about her body, her hair tucked carefully and neatly into a professional looking bun, and her eyes and face ‘lightly salted in make up.’ She was ready for the impending inspection from the base colonel.
As Megan opened the office door, she saw too, that Sergeant McKindly was looking his sharpest with his hair trimmed around his ears and back of his neck and a tie to match his blues.
“So, when will he be here?” Megan asked the sergeant her eyes wide awake and ready to present the best image she could.
“He can be here anytime up to one thirty this afternoon. I do not want you messing up your appearance until he shows up, so I’ll have you in the office until then. I take it you know how to answer the phone?”
Megan nodded as she remembered him training her how he wanted her to answer it on the second and third days they were working together.
“Good. I’ll be doing some last minute inspections myself to make sure we are ready for the inspection. This is very important for us, because the dormitories with the best inspections will be given a whole new entertainment room with equipment for working out as well as billiard tables and a couple of ping pong tables.”
Megan nodded. It was McKindly’s job to supply what he could to the airmen in his dorms to keep their morale up without them getting into trouble. At the moment, their entertainment room had nothing but an old billiard table that had seen better days and a television where the residents gathered to watch ‘big games.’
Megan watched the man stand up with her bright sparkling peepers, and before she could say anything, he pointed at the radio sitting next to the computer.
“If you need anything, reach me on that. I’ll be just doing things that need to be done. Don’t disappoint me and keep your uniform sharp.” Then he walked out the door.
“Now, this is boring,” Megan thought to herself. “What, am I just to sit here and do nothing?”
As the time drew one past two hours at about nine thirty, Megan stood up and stretched. No one had called the dorms, the colonel had not yet come, and the dorm manager, Sergeant McKindly was still out somewhere doing whatever duties he had. She stood up and walked to the washroom to take care of business.
As she came back, walked with sharp taps caused by her polished dress shoes, she noticed that Sergeant McKindly and the colonel were standing in front of the offce.
“Where were you, airman?” Sergeant McKindly asked her laced with ice in his words.
“I just went to…” she fell silent as the colonel stared sternly into her innocent dancing eyes.
Sergeant McKindly also didn’t look very happy, but he barked at her. “Where? We didn’t hear you, airman!”
“The bathroom,” Megan whispered a little afraid she had done something wrong.
“Fine,” the colonel turned on his heel and started to lead them from the offices of the dorms and to the C building third floor.
Megan stood with a clipboard that the colonel passed her with directions to check off anything that the colonel mentions needs to either be fixed or cleaned, and also she was write down any comments he had to related to the airmen in charge of each of the bedrooms he visited if he found anything to complain about.
It took them over four hours to inspect the dorms, and finally, they were arriving at the last place, the girls’ floor. Megan shivered as she walked through the common area door almost scared that he would say something about the area the moment he came in, but he did not.
“Open that room first,” the colonel wanted to see the bay chief’s room. Megan started to feel her bladder nudging her from inside, but she kept her face straight and stood there her legs nervously twitching though.
Of course, the bay chief had a very nicely polished and eye blinding brilliant room. The colonel stepped into the room and inspected the little sink and under it to see that the girl’s make up were nicely put away, and that there was nothing to mark off on. The mirror seemed to sparkle as did the white porcelain of the sink.
“Is this room even used?” the colonel asked Sergeant McKindly.
“Of course it is,” he showed the colonel his list.
“This airman needs to show B-2’s chief how to keep an example room,” he said to Megan. “Write that down.”
Megan gulped.
“She does have a little too much in the way of things in here though. Her entertainment system could be a hazard if we had a natural disaster.”
Megan wrote that down too.
Without finding anything else, the colonel looked at Sergeant McKindly. “Well, as my time is about up here, would you show me the newest member’s room?”
Megan gulped. That was her room. She walked just behind the sergeant as he opened the door for the colonel and he walked in. Though her room, which she shared with another girl that she really didn’t get to know that well at all, was as clean as she could think to get it, she knew that it was definitely not up to the standards of the other room that they had just come from.
“Is this your room?” the colonel asked her.
“Yes sir.”
“Your BDUs are not to be out on your bed even if you think they are laid out for the next work day. Is that your bed, or your roommate’s bed?” he asked.
“My bed,” she whispered.
“Your sink has cosmetic products on it,” the colonel said as he looked at her.
Megan felt exasperated. She had put her things away, and she thought her roommate had done the same, but here were her roommate’s things around the sink. “Sorry sir.”
“Strip the beds,” the colonel said.
“What?” Megan’s mouth dropped. He had not asked the beds in any other room to be stripped, so she didn’t expect it.
“You heard me, airman. Strip the beds.”
Megan gulped. She really didn’t want him to look at her sheets, but she really had no choice.
The colonel watched as she first pulled the blankets off her roommate’s bed and he looked carefully at the condition of the sheets. “These were just changed recently?” he asked.
“Yes sir.”
“Now your bed,” he looked at her.
Megan pulled the blankets back so he could see her white fresh sheets, and the colonel smiled. He then walked out of the room without another word.
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Megan sighed when the colonel left, but it had been about four hours a few minutes, and she really wanted to use the restroom again. She started towards the bathroom, but that was when McKindly motioned for her to come to him.
“Airman, please come into the office.”
“Can I please go to the ladies’ room first?” she asked.
“No. You can go after I’m done. It’ll only take a few minutes.”
Megan nodded and followed him into the office.
“Have a seat,” he told her. “I know why you want to go to the bathroom. You want to delay our talk. You think that I saw something, and I want to know what that was.”
Megan looked up at him wondering what he expected her to say. She had not hidden anything and the colonel seemed pleased enough. She crossed her legs and smiled up at him. “I’m not hiding anything,” she said sweetly.
“No, then why did you hesitate in pulling your blankets back? Why were you fidgeting nervously as we were looking at your room?”
“It’s an inspection sir. I was just scared.”
“Scared? You didn’t look as nervous in any of the other places, airman. I think you are trying to hide something from me, and I swear, I’ll find out what that is.”
Megan looked down. What she was hiding couldn’t be any of his business, and anyway, it wasn’t like it affected how her room was or the inspection. Even the colonel had left her alone with finding only something wrong with the makeup products around the sink.
“I’m not hiding anything, sir,” she reaffirmed. “May I please go to the bathroom now?”
He shook his head. “I want to know what you take me for. I wasn’t born yesterday. You were scared he was going to ask you to show him someplace private, weren’t you? What would you say if I took you back upstairs, and looked under your bed or in your wardrobe?”
“I… I didn’t think you were allowed to ask to look anywhere that is locked up,” Megan replied with a shaking voice.
“I assure you, I do that the right to check your personal things if you are present, and if I believe something is wrong. But I’m wondering about starting with just under your bed. I bet you have something hidden under it.”
Megan gulped. “I don’t sir,” she trembled a bit.
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Megan was finally back in her room, taking off her blues later that afternoon. She had been glad that the sergeant finally dropped it, and had not actually come up to look under her bed. She reached up under it, and pulled out her damp undies from the day before and put them in the laundry bag. They were now dry enough that they wouldn’t make her other clothes damp or smell, but they were a little yellow stained.
Now, she had just a few minutes to get ready, and the head out to her bowling team. She had hoped that the others had not asked Sergeant Powell about what had happened that night before because she wasn’t sure how much he would tell, and it was humiliating enough!
The night before, Master Sergeant Powell and his wife both came out to the car to get her, the wife continuing with barraging him questions about why a grown airman would need help at their house, and why she had to lend the young woman a skirt and some undies. She didn’t care that Megan was wet, only that the sergeant had toted her home with him.
“What do you mean, bringing your wet tramp home to change into my clothes? You should have just taken her home,” the woman continued to yell as the sergeant opened the door.
Megan looked up at the woman, her eyes quite watery as the woman took in her very immature posture and her heavy breathing as though she were about to cry. Her skirt was soaked, her eyes were now leaking little streams down her cheeks, and she had the cutest little attempt at a smile.
“Fine,” the older woman said exasperated. “Bring the child in and get her cleaned up.”
The sergeant seemed to barely hear what his wife had said because he had already decided what he was going to do, and was already helping Megan out of the car putting a blanket around her. They led her into the house, and once at the bathroom, Sergeant Powell released her shoulders and went into the living room to sit with the kids.
Mrs. Powell, however, entered the bathroom with her. “What happened to you, miss?” she now asked as her anger had faded upon seeing her childish state. “Why didn’t you use the toilet, young lady?”
“I… I don’t know,” was all Megan could say.
“Well, if you are really just a child, then you are not trying to steal my husband from his kids, right?”
She shook her head. “No, ma’am. I thought he was just going to take me home, but he said that if I went home like this, everyone would see and make fun of me.” Her head was bent down, and she could only stare at the woman’s shoes hoping that she believed her.
“Well, if you are just a child, then,” the woman smiled. “Do you want some help getting cleaned up? Or shall I just leave you alone?”
“Can… can you give me a little privacy?” she asked blushing.
“Sure. When you are done, my room is right across the hall. Wrap a towel around yourself, and I’ll get you a skirt.”
Megan had nodded, and that was all she could recall of the night before. It had been bad enough though. She didn’t even want to think about what the kids must have thought. She just wanted to put it behind her. She had come home later, after they had made her some dinner, and she had slept after trying to think what she should do with her wet undies. Her skirt was not a problem, because she just hung it up to dry in the wall closet, separate from the other clothes, but the undies were saturated, and she was afraid they’d leak to the floor. The skirt for some reason, was already dry enough to not drip, though it was a bit damp.
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Megan put on a pair of white tan dress pants and a lavender top to go bowling in. This would be her last practice before the big game in a couple of days, and she wanted to be able to at least throw the ball straight. Maybe she would get a few points for her team, and then Airman Davis would leave her alone about how badly she bowled.
Megan walked down the road with a small smile on her face trying to think about how great it would be if she could just get through the rest of the week without any more trouble. The inspection was now behind her, and since she was properly dressed, they wouldn’t make her keep score, so she would be able to enjoy herself fully on this day.
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They were still worried when she came to practice, so they spent the first hour of their time, with Airman Davis showing her how to step and release the ball without even starting yet. Then, when she threw her first ball, though it had knocked the last pin on the left before hitting the gutter, it was still not enough and Airman Davis seemed to think she needed to be coaxed through the spare, and the next three frames.
Still, after about three frames, Megan was now rolling good straight balls, that though her spares were still almost non-existent, she could still pick up a point or two on the second ball so that the others finally started to lay off of her.
Two and a half hours into the game, Megan looked up towards the bathrooms. She watched Airman Davis take his turn with her legs a little big fidgety, but not really desperate, and then she took her turn. She pulled down four pins with the first ball and then five more with the second one. Only one pin was standing. Then she started to walk past the seats.
“Where are you going, airman?” Davis asked her.
“I’ll be right back,” she replied.
“That’s not what I asked you. Sergeant Powell? Don’t you think that our weakest member should be paying attention to how everyone throws so she can get better?”
“Yes, that does sound like a good suggestion Airman Davis,” and he looked over at Megan. “So, where are you going?”
“Just… just to the ladies’ room,” Megan replied blushing.
“I see. Well, I supposed you should go then. We don’t want any problems,” and he winked at her.
Megan blushed and walked as fast as she could towards the bathroom. She was a little embarrassed that Airman Davis knew where she was going, but she wasn’t sure why she felt that way except that maybe it had to do with the whole thing that had happened the day before.
When she was finished, she came straight back so as not to disappoint anyone. The bowling session was going to be over soon, and it was already the seventh frame. The men were sitting around talking as she came down the steps.
“What kept you? It’s your turn,” Davis said to her.
Megan just nodded and picked up her pink ball. She could feel all of them watching her, and she dug down deep in her heart, and she whispered. “Please, just let me do one good one. Let them leave me alone after this one! Please!”
Megan did not step up to the line and toe her way back as she had been taught. Instead, she just felt a rush of energy come over her, and she started by bouncing up and down on her toes as she eyed the pins further down the lane. She imagined where she wanted to place the ball, and she whispered again. “Right there. Please! Right there! I want the ball to hit the pins, right there!”
Davis looked at her shaking his head. What was she doing? She wasn’t even measuring her steps. Maybe she thought she had learned how far back to start. Well, whatever, he would let her learn the hard way. It was always best to know when to stop hovering over a trainee.
Megan then took a step forward bouncing up, and the second step on the down, and the third step up, and the forth step, and she came down, she came down way too low making the ball touch the floor as she swept her foot behind her, and her fingers felt as though she had just snapped them as the ball left her hand. Her eyes were still staring, not at the ball, but at the mark she had wanted it to go to.
Davis watched as the girl nearly fell to the floor, as he thought, but seemed to stop placing the ball against the polish surface and pushing it sending it down between the marks he had been trying to get her to concentrate on. The ball was rolling nearly straight, but it had a suspended spin on it. The floor was slippery, so the spinning did not yet affect the ball, but it sailed down the shiny floor until it was about six inches from the pins, and then due to the spin finally catching up with its momentum, it flew to the right, directly between the top pin and the second one behind it.
Everyone watched as pins flew up off of the floor, and butts of pins knocked into the pins behind them, and in an instant, it felt like a cloud had gathered at the impact point so that no one really knew how it happened, but as the scene became focused once again, not one pin was standing.
Megan was now sitting on the floor, her legs almost in a split as though she had been in ballet, and her eyes were still focused on the clearing cloud with her jaw fully extended as though it wanted to drop to the floor as well. Her eyes were focused on the non-existent pins. She was glued there for at least a minute.
Powell looked in wonder at the clearing pins, and searched carefully for any pins at all that happened to just look invisible at the moment, but in disbelief, he had to accept that she had actually gotten her first strike! The First Sergeant was the first to speak after several moments of silence.
“Way to go, Sparrows! That’s how we get the pins down!”
Megan blushed and picked herself up off of the floor. She walked back to the group feeling a rush of accomplishment, but on shaking knees. That was the most exciting moment she’s had since coming to the base.
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When Megan fell over her bed not even able to take off her clothes from the exhaustion of practice and then later celebrating with her team, she immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Megan didn’t know why, but she felt like she was out in the mountains, now hiding from a very dangerous monster that she had been running from. Any moment, it could come around the giant boulder that she was hiding behind, and this made her legs shake and her breathing to deepen. Any moment, she was going to be leapt upon by a great monster.
Megan slid behind the boulder, her back to it, and rechecked her rifle that she happened to have with her. The M-16 was only capable of firing three rounds at a time that she pressed the trigger, or able to spend one round. She had it leaning on the boulder to her left, and her dirty hands were sweating as she contemplated her options.
The girl on the bed moved her left leg up and seemed to be in mid-crawl in her sleep as her hands grabbed around her pillow pulling it more fully under her face which had slipped down into the bed. Sweat was gathering at the back of the neck of her blouse and making it a bit wet there. Her breathing was picking up.
Megan pulled her rifle down to her side, and then rolled to the left just a bit and just long enough to look around the boulder. Yes, the spooky monster was there, seeming to sniff at the air. It was on her trail, she was sure. She rolled back behind the boulder, and pulled her clip out to check the number of bullets in the clip.
“Great,” she muttered to herself quietly. “Only about ten rounds, and that monster hasn’t seemed to slow down at all by the last four that was sent directly at its soft side. How could it still be standing and acting as though it was whole, when she knew that she had hit it at least four times? Or, did she hit it? She did remember that the bullets had done something strange when they seemed to be close enough to hit the thing, but she didn’t remember exactly what it was that had happened to them.
Megan replaced the clip and rolled back onto her stomach facing the monster. It was about as tall as a pony with four sturdy legs ending in claws, but its body and head were the same thing! It looked like a giant brain on four legs, and no visible face or eyes. Currents of energy that could be signals flashed around the gray matter’s body, and it turned to face Megan’s boulder. The reason she could tell, was only because the feet faced her.
She raised her rifle to an aiming position, and she sighted the gray mass near the dead center of what was facing her. She was sure that the bullet she was about to plant into it would not hurt it, and that something strange would happen, but she wanted to know what had happened to the other bullets that she had shot. She had to try.
Her brow was sweating. Her legs felt numb. Her finger was playfully feeling the contours of the trigger as she sighted the monster trying to decide whether this was a good idea. Her ears burned. Her hair was strung around her in the dirt, and her shirt was caked in dirt. The air was tense. This was the moment that would either drop the creature or end her life. She had to kill it.
Megan ignored the feeling of a pool of water that seemed to be around her waist and her legs. The pool of water, which was obviously from rain or something similar, as she could only figure. Her only thought was to take careful enough aim, that she would drop the monster before it had a chance to react.
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What had happened to the dream, Megan didn’t know. She felt as though there was some time though between that dream, and the moment she woke up, not under the blankets, but on top of them, and her lower pelvis, so drenched that the puddle spread the wetness up to her stomach and down the top half of her thighs. She was wet!
Megan pulled herself up onto her knees before she realized, that her bed was wet! Her tan pants were stained dark, and as she turned her head to the left, she saw that her roommate was up, and staring at her darkened pants.
“What the fuck?” the one stripe airman looked confused into Megan’s eyes. “You just wet the bed!”
Megan looked down at her pants, her face turning crimson, and she looked back up at Jamie. Jamie could only stare for a moment, and then she just turned around shaking her head and went to getting ready for work. Megan looked at the clock and knew that time was limited.
She stripped her clothes off and walked to the showers with but a towel on, knowing she was going to be late. She had little choice. There was no way she was going to go down to the dorm manager all wet.
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“You’re a little late,” Sergeant McKindly observed as Megan came in to the office.
“Sorry sir.”
“That’s fine. Today is your last day with me, and then you will report to your usual work tomorrow.”
“Yay,” Megan said a little sarcastically. She was starting to like the dormitory duties, but she knew that it wouldn’t last. Her normal job was a plumber, not a dormitory worker.
“Today, just stay in the office and answer the phone,” the man told her. Then he disappeared again.
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After a fairly uneventful day, Megan went to her room to get ready for bowling. Today would be her first game with the team, and now, she had the team sweat pants and a shirt that was given to her the night before.
Megan quickly dressed into these, and then she ran to get an early dinner before going to the bowling alley. |
The sound of the clock ticking behind me was the only evidence that time had not stood completely still. This class was dragging on and on and god why did I have to drink so much coffee this morning? I'd been fine until after lunch. Unfortunately, our block scheduling meant that I was forced to stay in one classroom for the last half of the school day. Mrs. Mercer was a huge bitch and she was notorious for not allowing for interruptions. I sighed and squirmed in my seat, glancing down at the cellphone I had concealed in my lap and confirmed that only five minutes had passed since I last checked the time. Still an hour to go and my bladder was fit to burst!
I rapped my perfectly manicured nails on the desk top and tried feebly to take notes. It was difficult to concentrate, let alone write, when I had to keep pressing my fingertips into my crotch to prevent myself from flooding my plaid skirt. Ah yes, the good old school girl uniform. This school was so strict that I had to wear a red and blue plaid skirt with a white blouse. Even my hair had to be tied up in a blue ribbon and every girl in the school wore the same white socks and mary jane shoes. My own shoes were tapping lightly against the floor as my legs shook and I wiggled in my seat. I was almost to the point of raising my hand to ask if I could please go to the bathroom but the girl next to me beat me to it. Of course, Mrs. Mercer scowled and told the girl to hold it. I gave her a sympathetic wince, having not noticed how desperate she was too.
She slid her notebook toward me. Up until now, I'd never even spoken to the girl who sits beside me in Geography but she'd written me a note in cute, girly writing.
Oh my god, how much longer is this class? I have to go soooo bad --Dana
I smiled and crossed my legs, scribbling a note to her as quickly as I could and slid the notebook back to her
I don't know. Eternity? I feel like I could use a trip to the bathroom myself --Kai
Dana snickered and I grinned back at her, but old Mrs. Mercer was walking by our desk so I quickly tried to copy the map we were supposed to be studying. To be quite honest, I felt a little obscenely excited knowing that both Dana and I were struggling to hold our pee in at the same time. Call me crazy, but it was almost like we were team mates! I imagined us sitting there together, battling massive iced lattes and evil teachers, all the while trying to control the ever-mounting need to pee. I let out a soft gasp at the sudden wave of desperation that flowed over me, pressing both hands firmly against my crotch and not caring who noticed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dana squirming. Even in her own desperation, she reached over and rubbed my back. "Ten more minutes, Kai," she whispered. "We can do it."
I groaned, feeling like there was no way in hell I would make it another ten seconds, let alone ten minutes. My abs were sooo tired and sore and my thighs were beginning to tremble from how long they'd been pressed so tightly together. I let out another little moan and clutched myself so tight I could feel my fingertips pressing between my pussy lips through my panties. Dana squeezed my shoulder lightly, her legs crossed. I tried to focus on something else. Dana. Her beautiful, long auburn locks tied in a similar fashion as my own, the sweet smell of her strawberry lotion clinging to her skin. I sighed, thinking to myself that this was a girl I'd like to get up close and personal with.
I moved one hand from my crotch and started writing Argentina, Chili, Ecuador "ugh..." I muttered soflty, now panting from the force it was taking to keep my legs shut. I could feel wetness on my fingertips but knew I hadn't wet. I was desperate but not leaking yet! I realized with a start that I was aroused. Well, can you blame me? A gorgeous woman was sitting so close to me I could feel her body heat. And it was no surprise that I was aroused really. I kept wiggling so much that my fingertips brushed against my clit every so often.
It seemed like an eternity before the bell rang for the end of school. I got myself carefully to my feet and watched as my classmates all but dashed out the door. It was just me and Dana, both struggling against our traitorous bladders. She was openly moaning and clutching herself hard now that we were alone together. "I have to go soooo bad, Kai..."
I nodded in agreement, too afraid that if I spoke, the flood gates would open up. A small whimper was the only noise I managed as I wiggled and squirmed where I stood. Dana seemed to have a better grip on her desperation. She was standing a bit awkwardly but managed not to have her knees buckling as she moved. We both packed our bags as quickly as we could, the tingle in my pussy getting stronger, almost to the point of a burn. I couldn't tell if I was hornier or more desperate but it didn't matter. Dana wrapped her soft fingers around my wrist and tugged me out toward the bathroom. I followed her, shuffling along while her more urgent pace kept me from slowing her down.
My whole body was shaking by now, my nerve endings on fire and my legs going numb from trying to keep in the flood of pee. A bit of relief came when I saw the door to the ladies room. I could make it. I could make it.
"N-nooo..." Dana moaned, letting go of my hand. Right in front of the door, she bent double and grabbed her crotch hard. Ignoring my own need and instead focusing on getting Dana away from the possible horrifying embarrassment should someone walk down this corridor and see her wetting herself, I shoved her almost roughly into the one-toilet bathroom and locked the door behind us. Dana stood up a bit straighter, refusing to move her hands as little trickles of pee flowed through her fingers. She was crying softly. The sight was so pitiful but it was also beautiful to me. I reached out and brushed a tear from her eyes and she stared at the floor and the ever growing puddle. Her white socks were stained yellow and little squirts of pee kept flowing from between her fingers to join the mess on the floor.
I was momentarilly captivated by the sight of her peeing herself that I had ignored my own plight. That proved to be a mistake. My panties were damp before I realized I was wetting. A huge flood of relief drowned out any embarrassment as I relieved myself only feet from the toilet. It felt so GOOD to finally relieve all that pressure. Even the trickling warmth between my legs and damp skirt felt heavenly. I forgot where I was, hand clamped against my pussy and I gave myself a firm rub before leaning against the wall. I had never in my life experienced anything quite so freeing as releasing all that pee right there on the floor.
Dana let out a shocked gasp and I looked up, noticed her watching me. Her own wetting had ended as abruptly as it started and there was a soft splashing sound as she stepped through her puddle and into mine. The floor was soaked around us and I looked up shyly at Dana as I withdrew my hand. "That felt sooo good," I murmured.
Dana bit her lip and looked at me cautiously. "Yes, but now we're both soaked in pee!" She looked away, plucking her wet skirt away from her ass and groaned softly.
I gave that some thought, it was true, we were soaked and probably smelled a bit but there wasn't much we could do about it. "I guess... we could wash up in the sink?" I undid the button on the side of my ruined skirt and let it fall to the floor before stepping out of my panties. I brought both of them, ass bare, to the sink and began washing them. I was surprised, but pleased, when Dana joined me, totally naked save for her bra and set her clothes in the sink. I washed all of our clothes, even our socks and shoes while Dana used paper towel to clean up the mess on the floor. It was nearly an hour later and we were letting our clothing air dry on the sink. I will admit that I snuck a peek or two (or six) at Dana's gorgeous body. Her long, tan legs, her perfect heart-shaped ass and perfectly shaved pussy were all on display.
But I'll save that story for another time.
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So, of course, I'll write more. But damn, writing this was a lot of fun. I have to pee pretty bad myself but I think I can hold it. Not sure when I'll update. My muses are fickle but look forward to more adventures with Kai and Dana. Does everyone see the beautiful relationship beginning? |
I casually slid my carry-on under the seat in front of me as the flight attendant droned about safety and regulations I've heard countless times before. Silently I was really hoping that the seat next to me would stay empty. Reaching for and opening the Skymall magazine in the pocket of the seat in front of me, I perused the latest overpriced gadgets, and decided I wanted every one of them. The last handful of people filed into the cabin of the small connection flight – our estimated flight time was only about an hour and a half. I bit my lip as the last of the passengers walked towards me, hoping they wouldn't sit by me. I heard the aircraft door slam shut shortly thereafter and breathed a sigh of relief, turning back to my magazine. However, much to my dismay, I heard the heavy breathing of someone standing next to me, hurriedly putting their things in the overhead bin.
I rolled my eyes and looked slowly to my right, and was greeted with an unexpected but pleasant surprise. Her figure was slim and lean, and all her curves were accentuated by tight leggings and a short top. As she stretched upwards to put her things above me, her shirt lifted, revealing a subtly toned set of abs and a pierced belly button. When she clicked the bin shut I immediately diverted my eyes back towards my lap. With a great heaving sigh she sat down in the seat next to me, and went about making herself comfortable. Out of my peripheral vision I could tell she was flustered and had sprinted full force to reach her flight.
“Just barely made it, huh?” I asked her casually when I ran out of magazine to read. She was attempting to comb her frazzled hair with her fingers. It was dyed blond, and her roots were almost black. There was a couple seconds of pause before she responded. “Huh? Oh, yeah... my flight was delayed coming in. I didn't have time to do anything but run to the next gate.” She laughed weakly, shifted in her seat, and attempted to settle in. The plane pulled away from the gate and we began to taxi. Shortly thereafter we took off and began our ascent to our cruising altitude.
I glanced over as she reached into her bag and pulled out a travel pillow, wrapping it around her neck. She stared up at the fan jets above us and turned hers on. Her face was still slightly flushed. I turned to stare blankly out of the window. I didn't bother bringing any electronics for such a short flight. The drone of the engines became extremely boring, so I decided to take my chances and speak to the girl. “Feel better?” I asked with a pleasant smile. She turned to look at me, blinking her light blue eyes and smiling her eyes. “I'm just glad I made it on.” “So where are you headed?” I asked.
It turns out she was a gymnast, traveling to a regional competition. It was some sort of nationwide team she was a part of, and she was on her way to the rest of her group to participate. I didn't intend to make anything more than small talk, but we ended up chatting about our hometowns, our hobbies, our ambitions, and everything else for a solid hour. Our conversation was cut short by the pinging of the captain's intercom, notifying us of turbulence just outside our destination. The seat belt signs illuminated, and I sighed and braced for the unpleasantness.
The girl sitting next to me – Nina was her name – gasped quietly when the seat belt signs turned on. She leaned into the aisles and looked around. “Great,” she muttered under her breath. “What's wrong?” I asked, my eyebrow raising unintentionally. “I was going to go to the bathroom before we landed, but I didn't get the chance. I never went at the airport either.” “I'm sorry for keeping you,” I offered. “No, it's alright, you're a very interesting man,” she smiled to me. “You're pretty fascinating yourself,” I interjected. She flashed me another smile before giving the aisles another scan. She shifted in her seat, stared up at the signs above us, sighed, and leaned back in her chair, rubbing the tops of her legs gently.
The turbulence wasn't that bad, but the whole plane was bouncing up and down repeatedly, like a truck on a bumpy dirt road. I turned to Nina and gave her a silly look, pretending to be on a roller-coaster. She looked at me and laughed, but stopped herself short and hunched over, pressing her hands together and wedging them between her legs, which she then starting bouncing up and down in sync, or perhaps that was the plane doing it. After about ten minutes the vibrations stopped, but the signs remained lit. The intercom came on shortly after declaring that we'd be starting our descent. Nina groaned softly and leaned her forehead against the seat in front of her, her legs bouncing repeatedly, hands wedged firmly between her thighs. I felt a twinge of excitement in my pants as I imagined how warm it must be between her legs.
I had nothing to distract me from her current situation, so I figured I'd pry into her situation under the disguise of concern. “Are you going to make it?” I chuckled as nonchalantly as possible. She sighed at me, and with great labor sat upwards. “I really should have gone earlier, but I think I'll be alright. I've been drinking water all morning to get ready for the first round tonight.” “It shouldn't be much longer, I think,” I reassured her. I actually had no idea how long it would be and a casual glance out of the window put us well above the clouds still. I watched the scenery a bit longer and glanced back at her. She was scouting out the aisles again. I peered over the seat in front of me and noticed the hospitality carts were blocking the aisles from all directions as the attendants came around collecting service items.
She groaned under her breath and out of the corner of my eye saw her unfasten her belt. She did so as quietly as possible, as the attendants came closer to our row. When they arrived, her feeble attempts at hiding her lack of a restraining device were discovered by the watchful eyes of the attendants and she was asked to refasten it. With an almost inaudible whimper she complied, giving herself as much slack as possible. Before the attendant could move on, she leaned over and pulled the belt taut around Nina's waist, with a casual, “there you go sweetie, safety first!” Nina smiled weakly up at the attendant, and as soon as she continued on, she buried her hands in her crotch, blatantly holding herself, drawing in a breath through her teeth, and hunching over.
“You'd think with all the training pilots get you wouldn't need a seatbelt,” I offered Nina as she toiled over her growing desperation. I actually knew very little about pilots or aircraft in general, but wanted to incite more conversation and gauge the intensity of her issue. “I know, right?” She fumed at me. She was now flapping her legs open and closed, her knee occasionally grazing mine. After a noticeable bump to my knee she turned to me. “I'm sorry, I really can't help it. I have to go pretty bad.” I smiled at her as another throb of excitement made me shift in my seat. “It's alright, do whatever you have to, I don't mind.”
She sighed heavily again and went back to writhing in her seat. Shortly after we broke through the cloud cover and the ground below fell into sight. Admittedly I frowned at myself, because in mere minutes we would be touching down. I turned my head again to inform her of our progress, but was interrupted by her hand on my arm. She lifted herself up in her seat, crossing her legs beneath her, and lowered herself deftly onto her heels, jamming a hand between her legs and flapping them rapidly up and down. She took her hand quickly from my arm with a frantic “Sorry”. “It's alright,” I said again. “Is that helping now? We're almost there.” “A little, but it's- it's really bad now,” she stammered.
“Would you like to hold my hand?” I asked, keeping my arm on the armrest but turning my palm upwards invitingly. I had absolutely no idea where I was going with that nor how it could help, but I wanted to touch her very badly at this point. She gave me an exasperated look. “Wha-?” She breathed as she bounced and shifted in her seat. “Oh... sure,” was the only response I got. She slid her hand into mine and an intense feeling of excitement shot up and down my arm. Her hand was white-hot and slightly clammy. I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, looking out the window again. “We're about to land, Nina,” I told her. She didn't respond to me, and when I looked back in her direction her head was on the back of the seat in front of her again, all her willpower focused on not making a mess of her seat.
As we came in for the descent, we hit the runway rather forcefully, rattling the passengers in their seats. I felt Nina's grip on my hand tense fiercely, and heard a sharp “Ah!” as the wheels came into contact with the ground. She leaned back heavily in her seat, thrusting her crotch forcefully into her heels. Her face turned pink and she was breathing heavily. “Are you alright?” I asked as I began to caress her hand with my thumb. “That was a hard landing, wasn't it? Did it scare you?” Her response put me over the edge almost immediately. “No, but some just came out...” She spoke under her breath to me, a frantic tone in her voice.
My manhood stood fiercely erect at this juncture, and all I could manage to say was “Oh...”. My mind raced as Nina abandoned all hopes of being stealthy and writhed in her seat, bouncing her crotch against her heels vigorously, and flapping her legs up and down wildly. The aircraft slowly taxied to the gate, and we reached our destination with relative ease. We pulled into our spot, came to a full stop, and the seat belt signs finally turned off. Nina took her hand from mine and tore her seatbelt from around her waist. She attempted to claim a spot in the aisle and bolted out of her seat, but doubled over and sat back down, jamming both hands between her legs to hold herself.
She turned to look at me and with a panicked expression said, “I can't stand up, I can't hold it anymore!” I crossed one leg over the other to hide my reaction to this ordeal. I looked to the aisles and noted, “It looks like the aisles are full anyway,” and they were. As quickly as she was to sit back down, the others made for their own bags and now encumbered the aisles. She had no choice but to sit and wait, and wait she did. Even when the doors opened and people began filing out, she remained where she was, blocking me in. Normally I'd be furious but she was only prolonging one of the best flights of my life.
As I watched the others lumber slowly out of the cab, I felt her hand on my arm again. She had shifted in her seat, and leaned her whole body towards me, resting on the side of her thigh. “I'm sorry, this is all I can think of,” she spoke softly to me. I didn't even have time to question before she parted her legs slightly, and slid her free hand between her thighs and began rubbing her crotch fiercely. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. As she struggled in this last ditch attempt to stem the imminent flow of hours of water into her leggings, my manhood pulsed fiercely and I felt my boxers become moist with pre-cum.
My body was in a state of shock, and my mind was drawing blanks. As I sat there frozen, my eyes widened as she rested her head on my shoulder, much like she did against the back of the seat earlier. I reached over and combed her hair with my fingers gently and told her, “It's alright, they're almost all gone”. At that, she slowly lifted her head and found the aircraft's remaining passengers filing out. She turned to look up at me, leaning back in her seat. “It doesn't matter, I think you can see it now,” she whimpered to me, “Look”. She quickly spread her legs and I tried my best to contain myself as a large wet spot revealed itself to me, almost black against the gray fabric of her leggings. I didn't get to enjoy the view for long before she closed her legs and began holding herself, writhing in intense desperation.
I cleared my throat and said nervously, “It's alright, it's our turn to go”. She looked back over to me. Her eyes were watering and her forehead showed signs of perspiration. “I can't get up,” she moaned to me. “Come on, you can still use the bathrooms right over there if you hurry,” I said, motioning to the lavatories beyond us. She looked up over the seats again and groaned. We could not have been sitting more perfectly between the two bathrooms, and I knew it. She whimpered again and hunched over in her seat, now rubbing herself openly as we were now the last two people on the plane. The attendants were still at the front of the aircraft but would soon be checking the rest of the cabins. “Come on Nina, we have to go, the stewardesses will be here soon.”
She gave me one last look, then peered up and down the aisles, took a deep breath and bolted upright, clawing for her bag still closed in the compartment above us. Before she could get it open, she doubled over and held herself tightly once more. I scooted over to her seat, standing halfway upright, as my head was hitting the fans and lights above me. “I'll get it, Nina,” I told her. “Here, move.” “Mmf- No... no, I'll get it...” She stammered. Her legs were quivering and I knew she was mere seconds from soaking herself. I looked towards the front of the aircraft and watched the last couple of people exit. The stewardesses were tidying things up front, but were slowly working their way back to us.
My gaze was abruptly interrupted as I heard a loud rumble from above me. I lurched into the aisle, bumping into Nina as the contents of the overhead bin shifted and fell out, just like they warn you about before you land. “Look out!” I cried as some electronics equipment belonging to the aircrew tumbled out right towards Nina's head. I reached forward with both arms out of instinct, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her towards me. She yelped loudly as I forced her body into mine, and the equipment crashed soundly into the aisle and into the row beside us.
I felt Nina crumple forward in my arms. “Nina, are you al-” I began to ask as I let her go and stepped backwards. The sudden commotion must have frightened her because I was now witnessing Nina doubled forward in the middle of the aisle, her back to me, her hands intertwined holding her crotch, and her legs bent awkwardly inwards as she began to wet herself. I stood in amazement as I watched the darkness of her wet patch grow slowly, spreading past her fingers, and down the insides of her thighs. She moaned loudly and made one last attempt to tense her body and prevent it all from coming out, but her body at last gave in and she began flooding her form-fitting leggings, as the entire back of them turned from gray to black and shone under the aircraft's overhead lighting capturing her wetness.
She turned slowly to me after she was done, holding on to a seat on either aisle, her legs and muscles weak with the outburst. I could see the outline of her crotch pressed through her now drenched leggings, as they clung to every curve of her body. There was a steady stream of drips falling from the cuffs of her leggings, and they added to the sizable pool now formed underneath her. I stared for a moment longer, neither of us saying anything. She breathed a sigh of relief and opened her mouth to say something, but stopped short and gave me an inquisitive look, staring down at my midsection. I quirked an eyebrow and looked down myself. My eyes widened as I observed a large wet patch on my own pants, and it dawned on me that I had apparently orgasmed from the sight.
I looked back up at her, and we exchanged embarrassed looks. I shrugged and laughed nervously at her. “I guess I don't need the bathroom anymore,” she breathed at me. I smiled and replied, “I guess I don't either.” I never saw Nina again, but I always go out of my way to book with the same airline, just in case. |
Bus Desperation
By p0ptartcat
Shannon strolled through the streets of town, the wind blowing in her tan brown hair. She was wearing denim shorts and a white top with a red cardigan on top.
She stopped when she saw her friend, waved and dashed daintily up to her.
Today, she was spending the day shopping in town with one of her friends, Tilly. She was wearing jeans and a white and black striped jumper.
When the two met, they greeted then hugged.
"Where shall we go first?" Tilly asked her friend.
"I was thinking about getting a dress for Dylan's party next week. We could pick up some extra clothes while we're at the shop."
And with that, the two walked off.
They visited various clothes shops. Picking up different clothes as they travelled from shop to shop.
"This dress really suits you Shannon."
"I really like it."
Shannon was wearing a black dress and black tights. This is what she decided she would get for Dylan's upcoming party.
"I don't really like any of the dresses. I'm probably gonna wear my purple one to the party," Tilly decided.
"Well, I'm gonna get this one and the tights."
"Yeah, you look stunning in them!"
Shannon blushed and crossed her legs. She went back in the changing rooms and changed back to her previous clothes. She then paid for her items and rejoined Tilly, who was waiting outside.
The two walked for a bit more, when Tilly whispered to Shannon "I need the loo. Badly."
She crossed her legs tightly.
"I kinda need to go too."
The two searched for a nearby toilet. They found a public toilet and went in, but all the stalls were occupied, and there was quite a long line to use them.
Tilly groaned.
The two ran out then spotted a nearby café. They ran in then stopped a waitress.
"Can we use your loo please?"
The waitress had trouble hearing Tilly as her voice was rushed when she asked. But she soon realised what she had said. She could tell she was pretty desperate, so she pointed to a staircase and said "yes. The toilets are just up there."
"Thank you," Tilly gasped, and with that, she sprinted up the stairs, Shannon struggling to follow behind.
She darted into the first cubicle and locked the door. Shannon saw the jeans and panties slip down Tilly's legs. She then heard the sound of urine hitting the toilet and a sigh of relief. Shannon then walked into a cubicle, locked it and then squatted down, taking off her shorts and panties as she sat down.
Shannon was first to finish. She didn't really have to go much, so she was on the toilet for about 10 seconds. She pulled up her clothes and flushed.
Tilly then came out 30 seconds later.
"Wow," Shannon thought to herself.
"Thank god for that. I've been needing to go for ages!"
Shannon nodded. She probably hadn't been holding it for as long as he was trying to say, but she must've been needing to go for a long time. Shannon realised that she must've either not noticed her desperation, or Tilly was hiding it.
"While we're here, do you wanna grab a coffee?" Tilly asked Shannon.
"Erm, might as well."
The two proceeded down the stairs and sat down at the nearest table for two. They both ordered coffees and discussed various things.
After their coffee, they went into a media shop, where they hung out for a bit, looking at all the gadgets and CDs that were on display. After that, they went into a corner shop, where Tilly bought a packet of sweets, and Shannon bought a chocolate bar and a soft drink. They then went over to a plaza, where they sat down and consumed their purchases. As Shannon drank her drink, she started feeling an ache in her bladder. The coffee and soft drink must have got to her quickly, even though she had recently emptied her bladder. She chose to leave it, she would probably forget about it later.
The two continued to walk around town. They saw a few other friends and hung out with them for a bit, before going their own separate ways. They then each bought birthday cards for Dylan, and then went and bought shakes. They each bought new school bags and extra school equipment that needed to be replaced, before going to the local library to use the free wi-fi that was available.
However, Shannon hadn't forgotten about her bladder. Every so often, she would keep getting an urge of desperation, but it would eventually go.
Just before they left the library, Tilly went to use the toilet (again). Shannon wanted to join her, but decided against it. She could hold it in until she got home.
It was starting to get late, so the girls decided to go home. They caught a bus together. The girls were sat one row away from the backseats, as there were people already occupying those seats. Everyone else was at the front of the bus, however, it wasn't very crowded, which was a change, as this bus is usually really crowded.
The two girls didn't really talk much on the bus. Tilly was on her phone most of the time and Shannon was being occupied by something much worse.
Her bladder.
The desperation had come back. She crossed her legs tightly. The urge to pee had become much more violent than before. She really should've gone when she had the chance.
The people who occupied the back row got off all at the same time. They must've all been together. Tilly had asked if she wanted to move, but Shannon rejected. She didn't want to move from where she was.
"Are you alright Shannon?"
"What? No, I'm, um, fine."
Shannon could tell by the look on Tilly's face that she knew something was wrong, but she didn't really seem to care, much to Shannon's fortune. She had a hard time telling people when she needed to pee.
"Come on!" Shannon thought to herself. The traffic was really bad, and her bladder hadn't become any better. She started moving around uncomfortably, her denim shorts rubbed against the bus seat.
"Bollocks!"
There was a road closure, so the bus would have to take a diversion through the lanes, which would mean it would take longer to reach Shannon's home. "Ooh, I don't know how much longer I can hold on!"
The bus turned a sharp corner, causing the vehicle to jostle. Shannon felt a small warm dribble shoot out of her urethra and into her panties. She quickly grabbed her crotch, determined not to let anymore escape. She looked down at her shorts There was a tiny wet stain on them. It wasn't visible from far away. You would have to be really close to notice it.
Shannon groaned.
Her bladder was aching so hard, she was finding it difficult to hold on. She wanted to just let it all go. But she couldn't. Not in a public place. She would have to wait, no matter how much it hurt.
They were getting so close to home, but Shannon couldn't hold on anymore.
She groaned again, this time Tilly noticed.
"What's wrong Shannon?" Tilly asked, glancing at her, before looking back at her phone.
"I need to pee. Really bad."
Tilly then stopped staring at her phone and instead, stared at Shannon.
"I don't know how much longer I can hold on."
It was becoming clear that she would lose control any second now. Another spurt shot out of Shannon's urethra. Shannon squealed. She had begun to sweat. Her crotch mixed with sweat and urine.
"Well, if you need to go that bad, you could do what I did."
"What? What did you do?"
Tilly sighed. But Shannon was getting impatient.
"Unzip your shorts and pee on the bus. Don't worry. There's no-one to see you. Their all at the front of the bus."
Shannon thought for a minute.
"I can't do that!"
"Well would you rather pee on a bus, or pee in your pants?"
Shannon definitely didn't want to wet herself, so she knew she would have to do what Tilly said.
"You're right."
Shannon took a deep breath and reluctantly unzipped her shorts, revealing her pink panties. She leaned forward and put moved the front of her panties out of the way. They felt a little damp, most of it urine, some of it was sweat. She leaned forward even more, and peed. She only released a small spurt at first. She didn't want the urine to make a massive puddle. Tilly noticed this.
"Just do it all now. It's much quicker."
Shannon let out another spurt. It began making a tiny puddle on the floor. She then leaned further in, and began to pee a whole stream. A huge relief wept across Shannon's body. The urine wasn't all crashing down at once into a massive puddle, however, some of it went on her shoes and shopping bags, but she didn't care.
"Hurry up!"
Shannon let go of the front of her panties and quickly buttoned her shorts back up again. Her shoes were in the puddle she had made, but she didn't care. She felt relieved, and naughty at the same time. Now that she looked back, it excited her, the thrill of doing something wrong began to turn her on a bit.
The two then parted their separate ways. Shannon's shoes left a small trail of urine behind as she walked off the bus, but no-one seemed to notice.
When she got home, her parents weren't at home. She then had an idea. She enjoyed that feeling of naughtiness that she experienced on the bus and she wanted to experience it again. She then drank 2 pints of water, and sat on a chair at the kitchen table.
She didn't plan on moving for a long time. |
Subsets and Splits