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All night I couldn't stop thinking about Rose. The picture of her sitting on the toilet and peeing kept coming to my eyes. It was a big sensation for me. The next day we heard each other on the phone. She had copied the materials and told me I could go to get them. Around 11am I was in the bookstore. There were clients and I had to wait. While she was serving them, I watched her by side and enjoyed her appearance. She looked very sexy that day. She was wearing a short, tight skirt, which came over her mid-thigh. It was impressed me a lot. The skirt clung tightly to her hips. There was a small slit in the back that elegantly opened and revealed a few more inches from her thighs. After the customers left, we sat next to each other and talked. The skirt rose even higher in a sitting position, exposing more of her thighs. She did not try to hide from me the view under her skirt. The white triangle of her panties was clearly visible. The light-colored tights made her looking even sexier. I liked her, but I felt pretty awkward that she was 20 years older than me. She asked me again to be as discreet as possible! The conversation was very pleasant and friendly. I couldn't hide my admiration for her appearance and gave her a few compliments, which she accepted with great joy.
At that time she looked at my bulging jeans and asked me playfully how I’m feeling. I admitted again how beautiful she is and how exciting she was in last night's desperate situation. I was trying to turn the conversation to the topic of peeing. I used the moment when she crossed her legs and rearranged herself a bit on the chair to ask her if she had to pee. She said no, she had peed a while ago in a café. But that question provoked her to ask me if a peeing woman really excites me so much? I answered clearly that it was so. I shared her how excited she was the last night when she was close to an accident. She complained that lack of toilet facilities at her shop often causes her to hurry home after work. It was clear for me that last night situation was not the only one. I was very interested to know more and started asking:
„Have you ever been at work very desperate to pee and nowhere to go?”
„I have been, yes… many times”
“What do you do in such situations?”
“I’m just holding myself. Usually I use the toilet in a nearby cafe. If it happens to be closed, I’m running home.“
„It's good that you don't live far away…“
„Oh yes, it's really good…”
“Have you ever had so desperate, that you didn’t make it on time?“
„So far, I’ve always make it on time.“ – she answered me with laughing.
After a short pause, she continued:
“I will share something to you, but do not tell anyone. Sometimes when I really have to pee and I don't have time to go out, I go into the warehouse and pee in a bottle. I use one with a wide hole. Then I pour it into the sink.“
„That sounds very interesting. I want to see you sometime.“
She grinned and said that most of sellers in small shops do it like that, but no one admits. I was really excited to hear that. I never imagine a mature intelligent woman to do such naughty things. I continued to asking:
„Have you ever been so desperate that was forced to pee outside?”
„Yes, I had.“ – she answered after a short pause. She smiled at me embarrassed. I realized that had a story, but she was not sure whether to tell me.
„Where did you pee? Somewhere around?“ - I was waiting to hear some story.
„It wasn't around, of course. I wouldn't risk to do that in a such familiar and busy place.“ - she answered me. Then she thought a little and said: “I had a very awkward situation last year.“
„What was happened? Can you tell me, please” – I asked her with great curiosity.
She gave me a big smile, before continue.
„I was downtown and returning home by bus. After a long walk I had to pee! I felt it was going urgent. I was wondering where I could use the toilet, but there wasn’t around. At the bus stop I felt quite uncomfortable. I couldn't stay in one place. I paced around the windows of a nearby store, pretending to look at the goods and began to worry how I would get home. ”
At that moment, I interrupted her to ask her how she was dressed. She told me, that she was in knee length skirt, light pantyhose, a short jacket. The story sounded very interesting to me and I couldn't wait to hear the outcome.
„On the bus, I deliberately sat in the back, where there was empty of people. I squeezed my legs tightly and tried to press myself into the crotch while no one was looking at me. With each passing minute, the need got more and more urgent. At one point I realized, that I couldn’t hold much longer. At the next stop, I got off the bus. I have to say that the moment I was getting off the bus, I felt the first jet of pee shot in my panties. I managed to stop the flow by pressing my crotch for a moment. Then I quickly looked around for a place to hide. I was feeling that I was close to an accident. I turned into a small alley toward a small garden, almost running. Fortunately, there were no people around and I quickly slipped into a small bush. I lift the skirt in a moment and feeling that I’m losing control. I quickly took off my panties and tights, squatted down and released a hard stream of pee. As I was peeing I saw a young man walking towards me, in my direction. I couldn't stop peeing at all. He was staring at me and even smiling as he approached. I also smiled at him and told “Sorry, I really had to pee…”. I tried to cover my intimate parts, but he probably saw everything.”
“He must have really liked it. I wish I were in his place.“
“Yes, it was probably very arousing in yours point of view, but for me the situation was very embarrassed”.
“How did you go home afterwards?“
„I went back to the stop and caught the next bus. My panties and pantyhose were wet. Good thing I was wearing a skirt and nothing could be seen. I didn't sit anywhere and even tried not to be close to people. I could smell my own urine.“
„It sounds pretty damn exciting. You have nothing to worry about!“ - I encouraged her.
„I can see how bulging your jeans are now, just telling you this. I can't imagine how excited you would have been if you had seen me.“
„I imagine what would have happened if she hadn't gone to that bush.“
„I would totally pee myself! My tights would be soaked all the way down.“
My hand was already on her thigh and smoothly went under her skirt. Unfortunately, customers soon appeared and we had to end this interesting conversation. But we certainly had other meetings ahead of us. |
You know.. I never really understood why she walked like that:
The left leg over the right, the right over the left—does she think herself a model?
Oh, by the way, that’s Alexis over there, with her “impress us Alexus” walk. I’m John—I know, boring name; I wear a polo and khakis—I know, still boring; I work a desk job counting inventory for a large conglomerate that makes all sorts of sanitary products—yes, yes, I’m one to bore another to death. But that’s exactly who I want to be: Mr. Boring, who is the least likely to have some kind of weird, odd thing about him (*wink* *wink*). Not Alexis, though..
Alexis shows it all: her lifestyle, her clothing preferences, her perspectives; you name it, she’ll show it. I don’t know how she does it—so openly and confidently; I wouldn’t dream in a million years..
Anyways.. her walk!.. that’s right, I was pointing out her walk.. yeah, it’s.. strange why she walks like that, as if she wants everyone to stare at the swinging of her hips, and those skintight jeans revealing her smooth figure, those legs that—oh, woops, I better watch where I’m going, I almost tripped..
Huh.. he—hey, I know that look.. I.. I’m not a creep, I swear. Sometimes I get mesmerized—I mean there’s not much to look at as I catch the bus back home.
Alexis is a colleague of mine—yes, with all her personality, yet she works at the same boring conglomerate as I. I met her in the office break-room, though under very awkward circumstances: she was getting a cup of water from the sink, but when she opened the faucet, some water sprayed on her jeans. Seeing this unfold, I quickly went over to see what was the matter with the faucet, you know, trying to help and all. Unfortunately, my unthinking self opened the knob and she was standing in just the right position where the water sprayed on her crotch; and her wearing jeans made matters worse, as it was quite apparent what it looked like to any random passerby: she wet herself.
But, surprisingly, she did not make a fuss about it at all, and totally was okay with what I had just done. My face was absolutely red; and I swear, I must’ve had damp pit stains from my nerves shooting through the roof. But she broke the ice, by merely giving me my nickname, which I loathe: John.. son of wetting—there’s no ring to that, and it’s cringy, but perhaps more awkward than what I’ve inflicted upon her.
So, her quirkiness somehow made things less awkward, by matching my awkwardness, or surpassing it.
Anyways, what was odd at the time was that she didn’t get any napkins to lighten her dampened crotch. She just.. let it be.. huh.
Alexis and I take the same bus on our way back home; she gets off four stops before I. So, this gives me ample opportunity to talk to her, get to know her, etc., etc.
She likes running, all kinds of genres of music, all kind of clothing styles—though, I’ve noticed at times she’d wear the same pair of jeans twice or three times. I always thought girls don’t do that, except maybe with black leggings or something.. Anyways, she likes reading: occasionally I’ll find her reading mystery or horror; she tells me she likes inferring about some mystery or the thrill of horror, by imagining herself as a character in the book she’s reading. Sometimes she’s so involved in her reading binges, she squirms in her bus seat out of desperation to use the bathroom; because instead of having gone before the bus ride, she was instead reading.
In fact, I’ve seen her in this situation multiple times, which prompted me to ask her why she doesn’t just go before the bus ride. And all she has to tell me is that she really enjoys reading. Though, I think she’s not letting on entirely. I think maybe her desperation amplifies the thrill of horror or the impatience of finding the mystery, and she secretly enjoys it. But maybe I’m wrong—because with all her eccentricity, confidence, and openness, why would she not tell me the entire reason?
When I see her squirm, it’s so adorable and I can’t help but smile. She bites her lower lips and presses her legs together. Once I snatched her book away, while she was attentively mesmerized in it, catching her by surprise, and she gets out of her desperate-copping routine just for a second, after which she quickly places both her hands between her legs, then grabbing the book back while keeping her other hand tucked between her upper thighs.
I swear I must’ve made her leak a little or something because she let out a gasp and then quickly held herself. She annoyingly pushed the side of my face with her one her hands and grabbed the book away from me, and I could have sworn as her hand left my face I felt a cool evaporating sensation on my skin, as if spare droplets of water quickly evaporated away after being smeared by a wet paper towel—did she legit just smear her damp pee-hand on face; no, no, it must’ve been sweat from keeping her hands tucked between her legs for so long.
She was wearing jeans that day, but I didn’t think to look whether her crotch had darkened.
So, today’s been another boring day at work, I’d better catch-up with her ahead before the bus stop. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, right? Right.
Hello everyone! This is my first story. I know it’s not much, but that’s only because I’d like to make a series out of it. Also, I like taking things slow, just to build up the tension, so then the actual climax of a story is incredibly intense. Also, it gives me the opportunity to read some of comments and listen to some of your ideas for inspiration. —HG |
For those reading, skip to chapter three below, then come back up to this one. I messed up in organizing the chapters. Thank you.
Chapter Four: Little Secret, Big Piss
“John, hey! How is Alexis?”
“How’s Alexis..? Oh! That’s right, she’s doing good. She wasn’t upset, though; I lied. It was because you caught us in a moment, and your presence caught me by surprise.”
“Listen, the wildest, hottest thing happened to me after I saw you that day.”
“After you left . . . “
I walked her home, since taking the bus was a no-go. She piss-soaked her jeans and dampened my khakis when I hugged her.
“Oh my.. Alexis!.. you literally pissed on me! Look at my fucking khakis.. what the fuck am I gonna do, I can’t the bus, and my house is too far by walk!”
Although Alexis’ bus stop is only four stops prior to mine, those bus stops are placed at quiet the distance—it would take longer to walk from her place to my place than from work to her place.
“Oh my g—Alexis! How am I gonna get home?! You and your fucking book, why are you.. wh—ugggggghh!”
At this point, I’m fuming. Although what she did back there was.. arousing.., after I returned back to reality, I realized that we were in public. There were people in the street, albeit not many, but still people—people walking towards us, having to pass us by; the embarrassment gets to me. I value my boringness: it diverts all attention from myself: just a boring man, with a boring sense of style, but all of that is out the window with my piss—I’m sorry—her piss soaking my khakis.
Alexis, on the other hand, is bright red and mute. She’s looking straight ahead in total silence, refusing to make any eye contact.
Then there’s me: yelling at her. My blazing heart redirecting its fire to my actual head and voice—
“Alexis! Are you not going to fucking answer me?! Are you not going to say anythi—“
She quickly turns her head to me, eyes dug into mine:
“JOHN! WILL YOU PLEASE.. j-just..”
Her eyes start to shake swiftly left to right, and tears start forming in the corners..
“..shut the fuck.. uu-uu-uu-uuuuppppp—”
She starts full sobbing and my face freezes.. my heart sinks to bottom of my stomach.. all of its fire extinguished by her tears..
I hug her immediately.
I quickly take my jacket off and wrap it around her waist, and quickly get back to hugging her.
“Hey.. listen.. I’m sorry, I—I don’t know what came over me.. it’s just that I stick out like a sore thumb with these wet pants. I’m boring for a reason, you know: I don’t like the attention being on me. But I didn’t think twice that maybe you felt the same way..”
She, sobbing and talking into my chest:
“I’m sorr-rr-ryyyy, I—I.. >muffled, jumbled speech< lost control, but I didn’t m-m-mean to—your.. yel—yel..ling is giving me a p-panic attack-k-k-k..”
“Hey, hey.. I’m sorry. I’m sorry..”
I rubbed her shoulder profusely, thinking:
‘Gosh, what the fuck is wrong with me?.. I made her cry—I made her wet herself, then I made her cry: good fucking job..’
I consoled her.
She stops crying, and looks me in my eyes briefly, her eyes innocently pink, before pulling away—then punches me in my arm out of nowhere:
“Don’t you EVER fucking yell at me like that again!”
“Ahhh, ssss!..”
Fuck, her punches hurt, as I rub my arm.
We walk for a bit in silence, I afraid of saying a word that may set her off. But we had to do something about our situation.
“S-so, what are.. we going to do?”
She annoyingly retorts:
“Well, John, maybe we should just examine the damage and take selfies. What do you mean: ‘what are we going to?’, go home, obviously!”
“Right, but my place is too far, and the sun is setting.. soon your piss in my khakis is gonna get real cold..”
“Can you not refer to my piss being in your khakis, please?.. Fine, this is what we’ll do: you’ll come to my place and change there, happy?”
“Are you sure, I can just wait outside while you get me something el—“
“No, no—just come in, it’ll soon get real cold and I don’t want you freezing. Just come inside when we get there.”
. . . .
An hour passes and it’s dark outside. Alexis is absolutely freezing—remember, she pissed herself a decent lot; I just got the surface wetness and a portion of her jet piss. We’re only a five blocks away though.
Alexis, shivering:
“Brrr, oh fuck it’s cold..”
“Yeah, I know, these wet khakis are making things worse.”
“How you think I feel, these skintight jeans are little painted on my legs: I can feel the cold piss in them..”
Although the sun is down, I can still see the dark patches of soaked jeans. Her pussy must be so cold, I thought to myself. As I was secretly peeking at her crotch, she places hold hands against herself, pressing them in an upward-like manner: there’s no way she still has to pee, I thought.
“Hey, do you still have to pee or something..?”
She quickly takes her hands out of her crotch:
“Nooo..? I’m.. just.. cold..”
“Oh—“
“Why are you looking where my hands are, don’t you have full proof on your pants already?”
“No—I.. ugh, never mind.”
We reach another two blocks closer and I notice she squeezes her legs together, slowing down a bit. She places her right hand in her bladder and her hand in her crotch.
“Hey, I knew it! You have to pee still! Wow, I thought you finished back there..”
She shaking her head while giving in:
“Well, I haven’t finished then; what, did you expect me to let go completely?”
“No, but I thought that final jet of piss was what was remaining—I mean it was a lot: I thought that was the rest of it.”
“Well, it obviously isn’t—“
As we’re walking, I grab her right arm to stop:
“What were you doing back there? When I accidentally made you leak, you kept going; and it looked like you did it on purpose..”
She bats her eyes to left, shy to respond, but speaks anyway:
“I—it was an accident at first, but it felt so playful—you tickling me and all—and it kind of.. made me.. feel good.. so I let a little more out because.. it felt good—I’m sorry, this is just too awkward to say—“
I was stunned: felt good, to wet—it felt good to wet herself? Huh, makes me think why I felt good after seeing her wet herself.
“You know, you weren’t alone, right?”
“Oh yeah!.. when I saw little Johnson come out, I was caught by surprise because it made me realize that I turned you on..”
I bat my eyes away, embarrassed.
“Uhh, yeah.. I don’t know what came over me: I guess you having an accident just got me somehow..”
She feels her heart straiten a bit and her crotch tingle, but quickly ignores it, refusing to entertain the reality of what she’s heard. Breaking the awkward shyness, she diverts our conversation:
“Hey, listen, we need to get home, it’s really cold and I have to pee—“
“I have to pee, too!—“
“..uhh, okay John..”
She feeing awkward that I just blurted that out of nowhere, but slightly enticed by the fact that I, as she, am in need of a piss.
We reach the block before her place. I feel the urge to grow stronger in my bladder, bringing my legs together. And she takes notice, placing her left hand tightly on her crotch, as if her seeing my desperation made her get the urge to pee as well.
Her place is now around the corner. Another urge overcomes me and I place my hand in partially wet pocket, grabbing my dick hard to cope my desperation. She sees me do it, as I don’t bother hiding it, and feels a tingle in her crotch, aroused briefly at the sight of my desperation.
“Well, we’re here.. let me just find my keeeys.. my keeeys, my keeeys, where are my keeeys..?”
“Come on, Alexis, find your keys faster, it’s freaking cold—and I have to pee..”
As another urge crashes into me, I grab my crotch with both hands tightly. Then cross my legs, left over right; then right over left.
“Holy fuck!.. where the hell are my keys?!.. brrrrr, ho-ho-hoooo.. ha.. ha.. brrr.. that breeze is not helpiiiinnnggg..
“Brrrr, oh maaan, that chill—Alexis, the keys, where are your keeeys?! Come on, I have to pee, I’ve been holding it all day, unlike you!”
She feels her heart skip a beat and another tingle in her crotch, but ignores it.
“Wait, John, wait a little more; I don’t know where my key is.”
“Oh, just stop talking me and look for your the keys, dammit.”
I place my left hand in my pants and grab my dick over my briefs, as I lightly stomp my feet in desperation. She seeing this, gets distracted from finding her keys.
“Damn, how can a key disappear in my bag, I remember having it this morning..”
“Alexis! How can you misplace your key?! Did I not give you your keys the other day?!
Ohh, oh for the love of—Alexis, why are you like this, hm? First you fall and lose your key, then you piss yourself wet, and now you torture me with your inability to find your key?!
“Alexis, I swear, if you don’t open this door right now, I’m going to piss myself and whip you to death with my soaked khakis!”
Upon hearing this, her heart skips another beat and her crotch tingles even more. Unable to ignore it, she starts picturing my desperation intensifying, getting aroused thereby.
“Alexis!.. Give.. me..—“
I try to snatch her bag from her, snapping her out of her fantasy; but she quickly insists she can find her key, tugging back her bag from me, like in a game of tug-of-war—
“Give.. me.. yooourrr—BAG!..”
I snatch it away from her, annoying her: she punches me, with her mighty punch, in the lower abdomen, effectively snatching her bag out from my hands.. but—
“Ahhh.. Alexis!..YOU’VE MADE ME—“
She remarking:
“Hey, that’s what you get for taking my stuff; don’t ta—“
She pauses as her eyes scroll down and stop, noticing my partially dry, partially wet, grayish patch of her piss is layered with my own splotch, leaving behind a yellow tinge on my crotch, dripping down trailing droplets therefrom.
She quickly looks at me, her eyes frozen in place. Her hearts starts pounding gradually faster and her crotch starts tingling. Despite the cold, she breaks a small sweat on her forehead.
I look at her, mixed with emotions: feeling my face turn red and the blood of embarrassment reaching my throat; yet nevertheless getting aroused by the warmth of the release engulfing my crotch, and feeling naughty that I did so in front of her.
I looked directly into her eyes, unwavering, as she did me earlier at the bus stop. She stares back and hiccups, as she slowly gets turned on.. forgetting her keys.. forgetting her bag.. as it slowly slips out of her fingers, hitting the ground.
She looks me in my eyes, darting between them and my yellow, steamy piss patch. Her face turns red in arousal.
Her mouth opens slightly and she briefly bites the corner of her left lip: she can’t stop looking my wet crotch. Her heart starts pounding hard and slow, and she feels her crotch tingling even more, unable to stop herself from making a comment:
“Mmmm, John, that looks warm.. and I’m so co—it’s so cold..”
Her response flooring me, as my heart slows intensely to the beat of hers, pounding harder with ever beat—suddenly the urge to let a little more out overtook me as I forgot myself in her eyes.
“Ssssssst”, my crotch hissing softly whilst I struggle to speak:
“ahhhhhh.. the cold is sooo cold and my.. my.. isss soooo warmmmm.. mmmm..”
My warmth giving me goosebumps, shivering and forcing me to bite my bottom lip.
The yellow-tinged patch brightens and follows the path her piss took down my pants earlier, extending the path further, below my upper left thigh, with my own.
Her front door light randomly turns on, exposing her dark, hard and perky nipples through her white shirt—hm, she’s not wearing a bra for some reason. Her face is evidently bright red. She can’t help but unconsciously place her left index finger once again into her mouth, biting down on it.
Seeing her turned her on, I exploit her vulnerability for my own satisfaction:
“Mmmm, it’s so cold, and my crotch is sooo warmmmm—“
Biting my bottom lips, exposing my upper teeth, as if my teeth force-shut my speech and exaggerates the silence of the still air, leaving our eyes no choice but to dig into each other’s naughty minds.
In the stillness of the air, I let out another forced squirt: “HHSSssst!”, hissing against my tight briefs: my crotch covered once again in hot warmth. My piss patch suddenly explodes in yellow and travels down my lower left thigh and just over my left knee.
Upon seeing and hearing it, she flinches and shivers, goosebumps running all over her body: her mirror neurons privy her access to my inner warm, piss-soaked sensation. Her nipples harden even more and her crotch swells, tingling even more. She bites down even harder on her finger.
Her reaction turns me on, and I grow a hard-on within seconds.
“Oh..”
As I look below at the tent my cock has pitched in my khakis, then back into her eyes.
Her eyes widen and she takes her finger out of her mouth, lest she bites it off entirely, and bites her bottom lips intensely. Standing, she crosses her legs like an X, her feet placed on on opposite sides. She places both her hands between her upper thighs and against her crotch over her jeans, pulling upwards, as her crotch tingles uncontrollably.
Suddenly, her swollen bladder urges her for release, but she withholds, turning her on more as her desperation takes a hold of her.
“Mmmm, I wanna pee.. but not yet.. I wanna see more from you—I wanna hear you give in while I struggle..
My teeth relinquish my bottom lips, reddened and teeth-marked by my biting down hard; my lower jaw drops and I look down: I put my right hand over the khakis, grabbing my crotch tightly:
“Ohhh! Fuuuck!—“
And forcefully release another jet of yellow piss:
“HHSHSHshshshsssst!”
—my hard pipe jetting piss as if a high-pressured hose—bursts through my tight briefs, khakis, and out from between the fingers of my fist altogether, squirting through it, vibrating lightly. My tight grasp forcing yellow piss laterally into my upper right thigh, leaking down, leaving behind three divergent trails, and ultimately dribbling onto the ground.
“Ohhh!.. so.. fucking.. warm.. mmmmm!”
She absolutely fucking loses it, as she lets go of her bottom lips, dropping her jaw, and rolling up her eyes—gasping and moaning—as her throbbing crotch tingles, leaking a few dribbles uncontrollably out of arousal; she starts rubbing her crotch up and down, over her semi-soaked jeans, with both her hands and lets out a high-pitched moan mid exclamation:
“Mmmm, that’s so.. so..—hmmmhhhheah!—mmmm—fuck!—“
As she rubs, she uncrosses her legs and slowly approaches me, seductively, and naughtily utters:
“I see you like flooding yourself, so naughty of you.. I want to feel that warm shaft as you let yourself go in those khakis..”
Her front door light randomly turns off.
She grabs my right arm and directs my warm pissed-soaked hand along her white shirt: up her waist, to her breasts, and up to her mouth, licking my whole palm, my wet hand smearing piss onto her shirt on the way up. I place the tips of my middle- and ring-fingers into her mouth. And, as she lightly bites on them, she slips her left hand into my khakis and grabs my shaft—her eyes seductively fixed to my own—whispering:
“Let..”
—Her eyes looking below—
“Go..”
—Her eyes looking back up into my own.
Her command forcefully opens my flood gates, my crotch instantly grows hot, having briefly cooled. She rubs herself over her jeans with her right hand and moans while she pulls on me with the other, each pump extracting more and more piss, engulfing her hand as she strokes. I softly uncontrollably moan, as I experience hot warmth and friction, my piss gushing into my briefs and khakis, warming my crotch and cold inner thighs. The warmth escaping in a soft hiss and trickles down between my thighs, over my knees, to my ankles, and into my loafers, warming my cold, numb feet.
In all that ecstasy, the thought of busting while pissing floods my mind as my piss floods my pants. All the right sounds, all the right warmth—I look down, my khakis covered in yellow, glistening steamy piss—and I moan uncontrollably yet again at its sight; she responding in like manner, as she rubs herself more and more, pressing her right hand against herself harder and harder over her cold, semi-soaked jeans; warming up her crotch thereby with each subsequent rub.
I grab her left hand away from her crotch, licking its palm and placing it on my accelerating, pounding heart, so she could feel my blood pump from one hand to the other stroking while covered in warm piss.
I slowly raise my right hand against her waist and up under her shirt, squeezing her soft breasts—briefly twirling her irresistible hard nipples; then move my hand up and through the neck of her shirt, raising her shirt, which lifts her breasts therewith—her shirt lifts just high enough, releasing and exposing her breasts, they falling back down, bouncing in place. My right hand around her throat, I push her against her house wall outside, she responding with a subdued moan through her bitten-down lips.
She naughtily remarks:
“Are you going to force it out me..?
I stare into her eyes, just a few inches away, unwavering in gaze while keeping my right hand on her throat, I fondle her breasts with my left hand; then, slowly slip down her chest, to her waist and into her skintight jeans, feeling her throbbing, soaked, warm lips. And she lets out a high-pitched moan, shivering in an ecstasy of goosebumps, her pussy quivering whilst I kiss the side of her neck, up to her ear, lightly biting its lobe and whisper:
“I want your piss, give it to me..”
I rub my left hand in circles, pressing with medium force while kissing her neck. I take my right hand off her throat and press it against her bladder.
She desperately tries to hold herself whilst I place more and more pressure on her bladder. She dribbles on my left hand as her sphincter is incapable of withstanding the pressure of my right hand, quickly succumbing to the overwhelming urge to urinate; Her slow dribbles swiftly grow into a full-blown jet, I rub faster as her piss crashes against my palm; and she shivers yet again, her body shaking in totality, releasing a squealing moan. I place my right hand back onto her throat, she mouthing:
“Fuck.”
She responds with faster motion on my member.
Despite being muffled by the jeans, the hiss of her gushing, vibrating piss in my hand is still clearly audible, as her piss is forced to gush into the puddle my hand forms in her crotch: starting high-pitched and slowly lowering in pitch as she forms a deepening puddle in her crotch whilst my hand rubs her profusely. Her piss exploding out the front of her jeans, glistening in the moonlight, re-wetting the first piss path from earlier, soaking her cold thighs and feet, making audible tricking at her ankles as piss floods the ground below—not thinking twice about the stinging in her scrapped knees.
All her sounds, her warmth hissing in my hand, her flowing down her legs, I uncontrollably moan, partially loudly, as I hastily subdue my own mouth with my left hand lest the neighbors hear, continuing muffled under my own hand. My eyes roll back, my knees feeling weak, as if I’ve lost all control of my body; just as I empty my bladder, I explode in an unfathomable experience—I felt as though I’d faint, with each subsequent burst of load, her hands slipping in a slosh of cum and piss; I consequently rub her faster and harder.
She, still pissing, nearly belching a squealing, high-pitched moan, due to my acceleration, into the still night as I quickly release her throat and cover her mouth, subduing her mouth—she ever so slightly giggling through it—as she reaches climax, signaled by her short, quick exhalation and her steadily weakened stream accelerating in jet-like manner, in rhythmic pulses of six or seven bursts of whatever is remaining in her bladder, moaning through my right hand over her mouth, with each subsequent jet of piss.
She shivers, her body thrashing in an orgasmic ecstasy, her skin riding through a rollercoasters of goosebumps. I rub even faster until the end of the rhythmic cycle.
Her jeans are absolutely fucking soaked.
As we both finish.. we just.. stand there—not thinking twice that perhaps her neighbors might’ve seen us, or that her light would randomly flicker back on exposing us—and gaze into each other’s eyes..
We kiss, moaning in affection.
*Two hours later*
“We speak of this to no one—not even the kiss—got it?”
Oh, but there’s no way I could secret this experience from you, of course.
“What, Alexis, with all her eccentricity and confidence, keeps secrets?”
“This is the only secret that will I have—“
“Mmmm, I don’t think that’s entirely true. I bet there’s more..”
She bats her eyes to the side and back to mine, grinning.
“Thanks for letting me shower and the pajamas—I’m gonna have to walk home in girly pajamas—let me know when you’ve washed and dried my clothes. I’ll stop by your place and pick them up sometime next week.”
“Hey, no problem. Don’t worry, you look cute in those pajamas; they’re mine, of course!”
“Haha, right. And—hey—I’m really sorry about earlier today, I didn’t mean to give you a panic attack and make you cry..”
“Oh, it’s alright, I’ve had these panic attacks for some time now; they only happen when I’m under a lot of pressure; and while public wetting is embarrassing enough, your yelling wasn’t helping. Plus, you’ve more than made up for it *wink, wink*.”
“Haha, right, yes.. will—“
“Hm?”
“Will.. will there be a next time?”
“There might be..”
I smile and she smiled back.
“Oh! By the way, my keys were in my right jeans pocket. After I finished, I looked down at my soaked jeans—there was so much steam coming out of it—and I noticed a bulge in my right pocket: my keys, soaked in piss.. oopsy, hehe..”
“I’m so glad you misplaced your keys!”
“Ugh, you were so fucking hot—I’ve never uncontrollably moaned, but you.. were.. just.. mm.”
“Hey, you were great, too—I mean, you actually stunned me, ‘cuz I thought you were someone who’s boring and plain; I didn’t think that you like omo, too?”
“Heh, yeah, that’s my secret; I’m a boring guy with a dirty little secret.”
“Mmmm, I can’t wait to show what’s in store for you; I’m going to exploit this—if you thought this was really intense, you have no idea how much further I can step it up a notch..”
“Surprise me. ‘Til next time, then.”
Now the cold trek back home..
..halfway home, I think to myself why my dumb-self didn’t just ask to stay overnight.
I guess the whole experience has unscrewed a few bulbs in my head..
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I’m re-posting from a new topic into this one. I’m new, so I botched the organization of chapters; please excuse my rookie mistake. 🙄
Chapter Three: Bus-stop Madness
“Hey, Alexis, what’ve you got in your hand there?”
“Oh, this, it’s just a bunch cream for my knees—you know, when I fell that day.”
She looks away as her face turns slightly pink.
“Hey, listen, about that day, I just want to let you know that there’s no shame in what happened; it was just bad luck.”
“Shame? Why would I feel shameful?”
“Well, you seemed embarrassed, and not like your usual self—I mean, I thought after you fell, you’d say some clever thing or a joke of some kind; but your face just turned red”—as it’s turning so slightly now—“when I saw you you wet yourself a little that day. Heck, you couldn’t even look me in my eye!”
Her face is now fully red, and she stutters:
“I—I.. wasn—wasn’t shameful.. it’s just.. I..”
“Hey, like I said, no shame, right?”
She nods.
“Anyways, anything new going on?”
As I try to change the subject, I could see her mind continuing to dwell on what had happened—
“—anything new going on?”
I’ve repeated myself and she still in a dozed-off trance.
“Alexis!”
“Huh! Yeah.. what’s up?.. oh right, the new—what new’s going on.. uhmmmm.. yeah, I started reading this new book; it’s a horror.”
“How come you like reading horrors so much—so much that you’re willing to risk.. you know.. potentially embarrassing yourself.. you know?”
Her mind seems to come back to the present, as her face lights up and eyes widen back to how she normally is:
“Ugh, Jooohn, you just don’t get it; these horror books are just so thrilling to read—there’s usually some kind of tension that starts, and it helps to picture yourself there alongside the characters. You expect one thing, and then—boom—this thing comes out of nowhere; and when I’m pretending to be in the story, by using my imagination, it actually scares me a little bit: I get goosebumps all over my body, thinking: ‘what if that thing is behind me, following me.’”
“Right, I understand, it’s a kind of experience you immerse yourself in, making the book more interesting than simply reading the words.. but.. and stop me when I get too awkward—“
She initially looking away, but as she hears my stammering, she turns her face to my face, her eyes staring at me in an innocent gaze:
“Hm..?”
She smiles ever so slightly.
“...What..?”
“Well.. I’ve.. noticed that you’ve lately been doing your whole “immersive horror experience” when you have to go to the bathroom. It’s got me thinking maybe you make yourself desperate to amplify the immersion of horror?”
Her confidence slightly shrivels away, and her eyes stray away from mine, as if I’ve read her mind and uncovered some sort of secret. She bites the left corner of her lip out of nervousness—but suddenly her confidence quickly rejuvenates, as if she’d found the perfect excuse for her predicament:
“Well, yeah, I guess you could say I do do that. I—“
I attempt to break the obvious awkward ice wall I’ve partitioned between ourselves.
“Oh, you also have to do do-do for your immers—“
“Ugh, no, what the fuck John!”
“Hahahahaha! Hey, look, you said it; you said—“
“No, I was trying to say that I—“
“That ‘I like holding my do-do, too.’”
“HHHHAHAHAhahahhehe—huuuuuu!—“
I cough hard.
She punches me with the swiftest, hardest punch in my gut, cutting my laughter, and gives me the sternest look:
“Hey, will you shut the fuck up for a moment you dumbass! I meant to say that I do-d—I do make myself desperate sometimes when the horror starts to get intense, so that the tension will get me scared more easily. It’s not the other way around.. it’s not like I make myself desperate so the horror will scare me enough to pee out of fear or something—“
She catches herself, and cuts mid-speech, but ultimately too late, as she reveals too much out of annoyance and nervousness..
Hm, I never thought she was doing the latter; but why did she mention that; I didn’t ask her about it. Does she actually make herself desperate so that the horror will scare her enough into wetting? Can a book even do that to someone? Or does she role-play as the protagonist and wets herself a little when the protagonist gets scared?
“So, I presume, it works then, right?.. makes it immersive?”
“Yeah..”
“Soooo, are you desperate now—I mean.. are—you.. you’ve got your new horror book now, so are you doing your trick now?”
She bursts out laughing, though evidently a nervous, fake laugh. Her smile slowly disappears and her face becomes red again. She breaks eye contact with me and turns her face halfway ahead and away from mine.
“I..”
“I..”
“Ugh, John, why are you asking me such dumb questions? You remember what happened when you suggested bad ideas last time, you lost your balls?”
“Hey! That was because you scared the fuck out of me—ugh, look what you’re making me do: cursing; I’m becoming like you now. I just hope I don’t start wetting myself—“
She turns to face me in the swiftest manner, as if a honing missile has found its target rendered for destruction. She brings her lips together and gives me a mile-long stare, and starts raising her arms in anger—though evidently playful and banter-like.
She lands a few slaps and punches, and I block a few of them. But, to get her to stop, I went on the offensive, tickling her and poking her sides with my fingers: the worse and most effective tickling maneuver known to man.
“He—haha—stop, stoooo—hahahahehehe. He—ah—hey, that’s no fair—hehehe.
I keep tickling her as it has effectively gotten her to stop punching me.
“He—ahhh—stop, you’re gonna make me pee, you’re gonna make me pee—stop, HAhahehehehe..
I didn’t hear her say stop—
“Sto—hahahahehehehehe—hahahaha—
She loudly gasps and swiftly looks down, and a little dark spot formed on the taint-crotch area of her jeans. I stop and am shocked.. I pitied her that I’ve just made her wet herself. I raise my hands and slowly shake my head in disbelief, profusely apologizing:
“H—hey.. I’m sorry, Im sorry.. I’m so.. sorry.. I—“
She swiftly looks back up at me and turns bright red in the blink of an eye.. but she doesn’t saying.
I seriously thought she’d be searing with anger and throw punches; but she.. was—her face was.. red—out of shyness and embarrassment, again, but also what seems like arousal—and she began biting her left index finger.. again; she was looking, oh so innocently, into my eyes.
At this point, I’m totally confounded..
And in that moment, I saw the dark patch on her taint-crotch get wider ever so slowly. Her eyelids initially opened wide—her pupils staring directly into mine—slowly shrunk, as if she took pleasure in it. She bites her bottom lip, and lifts her shirt slight for a better look at her growing patch; then her eyes darts back to mine, while her head still as a statue.
I was in a trance, frozen, mesmerized.. she kept going, kept wetting, little-by-little, as her piss slowly traveled up to the front of her crotch. My heart was pounding and I could start to feel a chub. I was sweating, and it felt like an inferno was kindled in my chest, slowly traveling down to my nether regions: I started getting hard, not thinking twice about pitching a tent in my khakis.
But that’s when I noticed too late that she noticed—I guess it was a tit-for-tat: I see her wet herself and she sees me pitch a tent. Her eyelids widened back, her head honed at my crotch, and stared, her index finger frozen in place just above the left corner of her bottom lip, her jaw slightly opened, for what feels like an eternity. My wood has entranced her. It did not help that I saw her unconsciously lick the right corner of her lip; it seems she let that slip.
In her fixation on my throbbing wood, pulsating to the rhythm of my heartbeat through my khakis, she forgot herself and let out a little more, until the dark patch ever so slightly began to travel down her slim upper inner thigh, darkening her light blue jeans a little more below her crotch; and in proportion I got more harder, my khakis revealing my protruding head, feeling the blood in my blazing heart flow per pulse into my manhood: I feel she could make me explode hands-free with the power of her unwavering gaze, her sexy smooth hips and slim, muscular thighs and skintight light blue jeans, accentuating her phenomenal waist and legs; and so wonderfully darkened crotch as it gets soaked by her piss.
What I would give to place my right hand between and into her warm inner thighs; making her shiver thereby and goosebumps travel all across her body, her jaw opening wide and her moan pierce into my ears while her eyes roll up in pure ecstasy; my hand placing pressure against her as she dribbles a little more into my hand, and feeling her warmth spread across it, while I cup tightly over her piss-soaked jeans her throbbing and quivering p—
“John! Hey! How you been!”, echoed in from down the sidewalk.
You see me in the distance, calling to me.
Sirens go off in both our heads as your calling my name breaks the state she and I have entranced ourselves therein and ruining my day dream. You make her jolt back to reality, and she accidentally lets out a jet of piss, enough to make her jeans glisten in the sunset and the dark patch travel down to the top of the side of her knees, while lateral projections of darkness shoot from the front of her crotch across her upper right thigh, a few drops settling therein and dribbling down drops leaving behind its dark trails down her upper right leg. I quickly hug her, as I attempt to shield my hard-on, but also her soaked jeans. My tent perfectly placed in her soaked crotch—like a ball-in-socket—and I feel her wetness travel to my khakis, briefs underneath, warming them, and ultimately my throbbing wood.
It caught her by surprise, as my body embraced her body, and she lets out a subdued moan in my right ear. My hug placed pressure on her bladder and I felt more warmth on my crotch and traveling down my legs.
She’s pissing herself, and getting it on me!
I could’ve busted into a million pieces right then and there if we were not so public and you not watching us!
I quickly blurted out a lie to get you away:
“Hey, Alexis is upset at the moment! I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay, John. I hope everything is okay!”
Later that day, late into the night:
I got home late after leaving Alexis’ place, and your interruption earlier today crosses my mind:
‘Ugh, why did you have to come out of nowhere; then again, that is where I always meet you to catch-up. Oh do I have a story for you. We couldn’t take the bus back to each of our homes, since she was soaked and our hug had dampened my khakis, so we walked. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow and catch you up on how the rest of today went!’ |
Léa was still laughing when they got close to the converted warehouse block in Limehouse where Valerie lived. “that was such fun Daniel; swaying about from the straps near the roof when the train went round corners or went faster or slower was so good; I only wish the trains on the Paris metro had straps like that! Now I am so happy that I’m going to see my friend Valerie again.”
Daniel felt a little downcast; he asked “do you want me to leave you at Valerie’s so that you can spend some time together?”
Léa’s reply was instant; “no of course not Daniel; I want you there with me too and I’m not going to change my panties; if she asks anything I know that my friend Valerie will understand.”
Léa didn’t elaborate, but Daniel could sense that there was more to Valerie and Léa’s friendship than Léa was letting on... He hoped that in time he’d find out what it was...
Valerie welcomed them both with open arms and it was clear that she was genuinely pleased to see them again and straight away invited Daniel to stay for dinner, before saying that Tom would be home at around six and that they’d be able to eat at around seven.
Valerie took them both through the lounge and out onto the balcony where they had a great view of the Thames. Daniel stood by the railings and marvelled at the view before he said this is such a beautiful place Valerie; you’re so lucky to be able to afford to live somewhere like this.”
Valerie laughed; “well actually I own this place and my sister Emily owns one too and Amanda will as well. When she’s twenty one the apartment she lives in now will be gifted to her in the same way as ours were. You see my father’s a property developer and a wealthy one; it was his money and staff who converted this almost derelict warehouse into these beautiful apartments you see here now.”
Daniel was amazed at Valerie’s openness but was to be even more surprised at what was to come later. His train of thought was broken by Valerie saying that she was going to open a bottle of wine and then asking him if he’d prefer a beer instead
Daniel chose beer and the three of them sat together having quite a conversation until Valerie looked at her watch and said “goodness is that the time? I really must get on with preparing the meal. I hope you don’t mind if I leave you two to it for a little while.” As she was about to leave the balcony Valerie added “don’t be afraid of telling me if you have any washing that needs doing will you Léa? You know that I completely understand.”
Once Valerie had gone Daniel whispered “what was that all about Léa?”
Léa took another sip of her wine and then sighed; “before I met Valerie I was very shy. You see Daniel; from when I was a girl I always had problems with holding on when I needed to go to the toilet and I wet my panties many, many times and I hated it; I hated myself too I think and I just wanted to hide away from everybody and everything, but when I found I’d been selected by my école... my school to go to London, I wanted more than anything in the world to go to the maths seminar at imperial.
This is going to sound strange, but Tom met me at Heathrow airport to bring me back here and..... well I wet my panties in front of him just before we got back to the apartment. I wet in front of a man; you cannot imagine how I felt Daniel.”
Daniel nodded as he saw tears beginning to appear in Léa’s eyes and just as quickly she brushed them away with the back of her hand before she continued.
I was crying when I entered the apartment and then Tom told Valerie what had happened. Valerie was very nice to me and at first I thought she was just being Kind, but after I had changed Tom left us to talk.
I could hardly believe it when Valerie said to me that wet panties were nothing to worry about and that she and her sisters did it a lot too. I remember Valerie laughing and saying “my sisters and I know that so long as you are wearing the right clothes wearing wet panties is much more comfortable than having to hold on.” That changed everything for me and I felt that I was no longer alone. Valerie helped me get what I think you call a makeover; new clothes, new makeup and new hair style, and most of all she taught me how to, as you say “make use” of my panties if I needed to.”
Daniel was amazed; from none a few weeks ago, he now knew of four girls that wet themselves; not that he’d mention to Valerie and her sisters that he knew about their little secret of course!
He was suddenly aware of Léa speaking to him again and the words simply tumbled out of her....
“Then on my first day at the seminar I met you Daniel, I wanted to be with you but I was scared; scared that you would find out about my problem and not want to be with me anymore and even though Valerie said that she was sure there were many men who liked girls who wet their panties I still was not certain. Now I know that Valerie was right.”
At the end of a very convivial evening Valerie drew Léa to one side and whispered “Tom and I are happy for Daniel to stay over with you if you’d like him to.”
“Thank you Valerie” Léa replied; “but we both think it’s too early. Daniel is a caring and wonderful boy and I think we will both know when the time is right.” Léa smiled at Valerie as she added “I am wearing a pair of panties that will need washing though.” Valerie smiled her understanding.....
A little later Léa walked with Daniel to the front door of the apartment block and as she gave him a goodnight kiss she whispered “Daniel when we go out tomorrow I will be wearing white panties.”
The bulge that appeared almost straight away in the front of Daniel’s jeans told Léa all she needed to know.... |
After finishing her coffee Léa went to her room to collect her Jacket before they said their “goodbyes,” left the apartment and headed for the lift. Once inside the lift Daniel whispered “did you put white panties on today like you said you would Léa? Léa smiled and said “I will tell you once you’ve told me where we’re going Daniel.”
“Well we’re going on a train ride. I have the tickets and our train leaves at ten forty five, but first we have to go part of the way by underground to Victoria railway station. Oh and don’t go in your panties now so that you have to “strap hang” on the way there will you?” Moving closer to Léa he kissed her and said “but I’d be more than happy to “strap hang” with you on the way home this evening.”
Léa returned his kiss; she completely understood what her boyfriend meant.....
The journey across London was uneventful and arriving at Victoria Daniel said “I’ll tell you the rest of it now Léa; we’re going to Brighton on the south coast of England and I know you’ll enjoy a day at the seaside.”
Daniel could see the excitement in Léa’s eyes and it was clear to him that she hadn’t expected a visit to the seaside! She almost bounced about with excitement as she said “will we be able to go on the beach; will we be able to have your British fish and chips to eat? Oh Daniel this is going to be so good; thank you; thank you.”
Laughing at Léa’s excitement he said “we need to hurry; if we miss our train our day out will be over before it’s even started. Come on; platform seven’s this way.”
Once on the train Daniel took the window seat and Léa snuggled up against him. As the train moved through the London suburbs Daniel whispered “Léa I kept my part of the bargain and told you where we were going; are you going to keep your part of the bargain and tell me what colour panties you’re wearing?”
Léa turned her head towards him and kissing him on the cheek she whispered “white ones of course Daniel and I expect you will see them wet very soon because every wee I do today is going to be in my panties. I do it for you, but I do it for me too; today on our special day out I want to be free of the worry of needing to go to the toilet.”
All Daniel could do was groan with pleasure.....
Once off the train in Brighton Daniel asked Léa what she’d like to do first. Léa smiled at him; “well the coffee I had with Valerie this morning has gone right through and I need the toilet. Can we please find a park or something or perhaps go to the beach.”
Daniel saw her face light up again and she squeezed his hand tightly as she said “the beach Daniel; can we please go to the beach?”
“Of course we can Léa; the beach is this way, down Queens Road I think, I hope you can wait to go to the toilet until we get there.”
Léa giggled; “so do I Daniel.” Once more Daniel felt himself getting stiff inside his pants and jeans....
They stopped to take in the view once they got onto the promenade and with the pavilion to their left and the sea sparkling in the sunlight Léa said “this is a very beautiful place Daniel, but I really need to go now, can we get onto the beach please?” hand in hand they jumped off the short drop between the promenade and the shingle beach and both were more than a little surprised that there weren’t more people about as it was both sunny and warm and what little breeze there was seemed warm too. In Daniel’s mind he couldn’t have picked a better spring day for their outing.... He was brought back to the here and now by Léa holding him back slightly and then saying “Daniel can we stop here please; there’s nobody about and I really can’t wait much longer.” Daniel let go of Léa’s hand and as she moved to sit down on the shingle she said “what do you wish to do Daniel; do you want to sit and watch my panties get wet, or do you want to cuddle me while I do it; you said that you enjoyed that the last time.”
“I did Léa, but this time you’re wearing white panties and well.... I’d love to watch them get wet.”
Having sat down on the shingle Léa lifted herself just enough to pull her dress out from underneath her and after glancing round to make sure nobody was watching them she pulled the front of her dress up a little higher too. Daniel knelt down in front of her and sat back onto his heels; he now had a clear and uninterrupted view of Léa’s panties...... He heard Léa sigh and watched as the wet patch spread up and across the front of them and for some reason his eyes focused on the pink piping around the leg openings changing colour as it got wet. He looked at Léa; she had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open and the fact that she was obviously enjoying what she was doing wasn’t lost on him!
Returning his gaze to her panties he saw her flow trickle to a stop and that the wet area of them was now very see through, but decided not to mention it. This was Léa’s moment and he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he was. Leaning forward he reached for her hand and whispered “Léa that was just wonderful; I... I don’t know what else to say.”
“Then don’t say anything Daniel. I am wet and comfortable now, but in a little while I’m sure that I will need to go again and I would like it very much if you cuddled with me when I do it.”
Léa let go of Daniel’s hand and allowed her dress to fall back into place as she stood up and as he got up too Daniel couldn’t fail to notice the wet patch on the shingle where Léa had been sitting, but again he decided not to comment on it; this was Léa’s day and he wanted her to enjoy it to the max.
“Léa I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. If we go this way I know where we can get some fish and chips.” Putting his arm around Léa’s waist as they walked he added; “Perhaps I’ll buy a large bottle of fizzy pop or water too; I’m sure we can find plenty of places to have some wet cuddles later.” |
As they sat together on a low wall eating their fish and chips and taking it in turns sipping from the bottle of water Daniel was surprised when Léa asked “have you ever wet your pants Daniel?”
“Well a few times when I was a bit younger I suppose, but nothing recently. It wasn’t until I discovered porn sites on the internet..... I’m not sure how, but I stumbled across a site about girls who liked to wee in their panties and I got so turned on by what I read and the pictures that I saw, and yet I didn’t understand why. I went back to that site again and again and well I’m ashamed to say I began to dream a lot about seeing a girl wee-weeing in her panties, but I never expected to see it in real life; that is until I met you.
Léa, you must believe me when I say that I love you for who you are.... what you are, and if you never wet your panties again my feelings for you wouldn’t change.”
Léa leaned over and kissed Daniel on the cheek. “I understand that Daniel, but thank you for saying it anyway it means very much to me. When we have finished eating can we have a look in the town please; I would like to see the shops and perhaps later find a park; I can feel that my panties are almost dry again now. There is one more thing Daniel; I really would like to go back to the beach again before we go home.”
Daniel felt a little guilty about pausing on their walk into town to go into the public toilets near the Lanes, and while he was in there he began to wonder if Léa’s question earlier meant that she’d like to see him wet himself.... Maybe at some point in the future he’d pluck up the courage to ask her; and in any case even before Léa had asked him the question he had begun to wonder what it would feel like to “do it in his pants.” A naughty thought occurred to him as he walked out of the toilets; if Léa liked the idea, perhaps they could do it together sometime....
Outside the toilet block Léa gave Daniel back his backpack which he casually swung over one shoulder and said “let’s go and explore the lanes First Léa; we’ll still be close to the beach for later and there must be a park or something near there too.”
Léa enjoyed looking at all the little shops in the narrow streets and Daniel was happy just too sort of tag along and enjoy Léa’s look of excitement at each and every new discovery she made in this shop or that and was happy to pass her the bottle of water whenever she asked
“Daniel I will need to go to the toilet again soon” Léa whispered. Daniel found himself getting hard at the thought of Léa wetting her panties again and said “shall we find a park or would you rather go back to the beach; you talked about doing that earlier didn’t you and either way is alright with me.”
“Will you cuddle with me if we’re on the beach Daniel?”
“Of course Léa nothing would make me happier; I’d love to cuddle with you while you go in your panties again.”
Léa smiled; “then let us go back to the beach again Daniel; I don’t know if I could wait if we don’t find a park very quickly.”
When they got back to the beach the tide had gone out quite a long way. There was still the shingle beach near the promenade of course, but the receding tide had now exposed a larger area of sand below it.
Léa looked at the wavelets gently lapping onto the sand and as they were sitting down on the shingle once more she said “Daniel; do you think that.... well afterwards we could go for a paddle?”
Daniel laughed; “we could, but the water will be very cold; this is England; not the south of France! Léa didn’t reply; she just playfully punched him in the arm before moving up against him and saying “Daniel please cuddle me I can’t wait any longer.” He felt Léa relax in his arms and as he held her he gently stroked her hair and said “it’s alright Léa; everything’s alright; just let it happen.”
They cuddled in complete silence long after Léa had finished weeing. He didn’t know if it was by accident or not, but he felt Léa’s hand brush gently against the front of his jeans several times and that was such a good feeling....
Suddenly and without any warning Léa broke away from him, stood up and began to take her trainers off. As she bent over to undo the laces and still sitting on the stones he had a lovely of those beautiful white knickers clinging wetly to her bottom.... sitting down again she pulled the little pink ankle socks off too and stuffed them into her trainers before saying “come on Daniel; you too please I cannot go paddling without you can I?”
Perhaps a little reluctantly Daniel took off his trainers and socks before pulling the legs of his jeans up to his knees. On her feet once more Léa held out her hand to him and said “come on Daniel; let us see it this water is as cold as you say.”
Frankly Daniel was amazed; from a shy mousey girl he’d first met at imperial Léa had morphed into a beautiful, confident and strong minded young woman and he was proud; proud to be in love with her and proud to have played some small part in her transformation.
Hand in hand they ran down to the water’s edge, and Léa shrieked as the first little wavelets ran over her feet. “You’re right Daniel; it is cold, but I don’t care, come on.”
When the water got up nearly to his knees he let go of Léa’s hand and said “my jeans will get wet if I go in any further Léa; it’s alright for you because you’re wearing a short dress.”
Lea turned to face him and taking both of his hands in hers she said “coming into the water was because I have something I want to ask you and I want to be sure nobody else can hear. Daniel I have come to a decide..... a decision I think you say.” Daniel nodded before she carried on “Daniel I love you and I know that you love me and I want... well I want you to stay with me in Valerie and Tom’s apartment tonight.... all of the night, but only if you feel ready.
Tom and Valerie are going to Emily’s apartment for dinner so we will have time on our own....” her voice trailed off as she looked at Daniel’s face for a reaction..... |
Daniel willingly followed Léa into the bathroom and watched entranced as Léa lifted the skirt part of her dress up around her waist before sitting on the toilet still wearing her panties and with her legs slightly apart. Kneeling down in front of the toilet bowl, he watched as Léa smiled at him before beginning to wee into her panties once more. Daniel watched entranced as her warm wetness slowly soaked them rendering the wet areas almost totally see through and then listened as her water began to leak its way out of them and make a tinkling noise as it dribbled into water already in the bottom of the bowl.
The tinkling finally stopped and then all was left in the bathroom was silence save for the drip, drip into the bowl as Léa’s panties finished draining themselves.
Daniel knew that he should say something; but what do you say when you’ve just been presented with a sight as exciting and erotic as that?
Léa could sense Daniel’s indecision and still holding her dress up and out of the way she stood up not in the least bothered by the few remaining droplets of wee that ran from her panties and down her legs, and by holding her free hand out to him she encouraged Daniel to stand up too. Once he was on his feet again Léa couldn’t fail to notice the prominent bulge in the front of Daniel’s jeans and moving a little closer to him she whispered “you enjoyed that didn’t you Daniel?”
Léa felt a little concerned that she was making all the moves here and began wondering if she was pushing Daniel further than he wanted to go, but that changed when Daniel kissed her passionately; more passionately than he’d ever done before; she could feel his erection pressing against her thigh through his jeans and remembered how she’d felt the same thing happening at the boating lake when she’d wet her panties on that cold day they’d spent together in Paris nearly a couple of months earlier.
“Léa can I hold you; you know feel how wet your panties are I’d.... I’d really like that.”
Léa didn’t reply in words, but in actions, she took Daniel’s hand and led it onto the front of her panties and then released the hold she had on her dress and allowed it to drop down over Daniel’s wrist as he continued to fondle her.
Daniel kissed her again and then whispered “oh Léa this is wonderful; I still can’t believe this is happening
Feeling Daniel’s hand between her legs once again made her groan with pleasure and she couldn’t resist running her hand down the outside of his thigh and then bringing it up again and pressing it against his erection. Daniel made no attempt to resist; in fact he too groaned with pleasure and began to press himself against her hand.
Now satisfied that everything really was alright, she continued to fondle Daniel as she said “I have wet my panties many times today Daniel and I need to have a shower. Would you like it if we got undressed and went into the shower together?”
Nothing was said directly, but they both knew that by showering together they’d have crossed a line; a line that would ultimately lead to their first attempts at lovemaking and that showering together would be the first time that they’d seen each other totally naked and to both of them it somehow felt so right. To Daniel Léa wouldn’t be just a notch on the bedpost as the old saying goes, but showering together and then making love would be the final consummation act of the deep and genuine love that they knew they felt for each other.....
Daniel kissed her gently on the lips and said “I’d like that very much Léa.”
Léa watched as Daniel removed his t-shirt, socks and jeans leaving him standing there in just his light blue boxer briefs before she removed her dress and bra leaving then both standing there in just boxers and panties. Turning on the shower Léa said “come on Daniel we can get in now.” Daniel went to remove his briefs, but Léa put a hand on his to stop him and whispered “no Daniel; keep them on and I will keep my panties on too, it will be fun.”
Once in the shower together Léa was thrilled when Daniel seemed to really take the lead for the first time. It was him who reached for the shower gel; it was him who gently began to wash her all over including soaping her through her soaking panties that were sticking to her like a transparent second skin before knelling down in front of her in the warm spray and gently sliding them down her legs. Léa stepped out of them willingly.....
Standing up again his own boxers soon joined Léa’s panties in the bottom of the shower tray....
Dry now but still naked they headed hand in hand towards Valerie and Tom’s spare bedroom.....
It was nearly one A.M. when Tom and Valerie finally arrived home to find the apartment in darkness. Switching on a few of the lights; Valerie who was desperate for a wee headed straight for the bathroom and grabbing the hem of her short dress she did as Léa had done and sat down on the toilet without making any attempt to take her knickers down first. With a sigh of relief she simply let go and allowed herself to soak them; she knew only too well how much Tom would enjoy finding that she was wearing wet panties....
Standing up again she flushed the toilet and it was only then that she noticed a couple of crumpled towels laying beside the shower tray and smiled as she moved to pick them up. Her smile broadened further when she noticed the wet panties and boxers in the shower tray. Bundling them up in the towels she took them through to the kitchen and placed them in the washing machine. Who knows she thought to herself; I’m sure they’ll be other washing that needs doing in the morning....
Moving back to the lounge she whispered “Tom are you ready to come to bed; I’ve a little surprise for you.” |
Daniel woke at about six on the Sunday morning and it took him a few seconds to work out where he was. Quietly and gently he propped himself up on one elbow and just looked at the beautiful girl still asleep beside him and gently stroked the side of her face and her hair that lay untidily spread across her pillow.
He felt happy and contented; their lovemaking had been a wonderful experience; “a true night to remember” he thought to himself.
Suddenly he remembered the wet underwear that in their excitement they’d left in the shower tray and realized how embarrassing it would be if Tom or Valerie found them.
Not wishing to wake Léa he slipped almost silently out of bed and realizing that he was still naked he quickly rummaged in his rucksack for a pair of clean boxers. He needed to wee anyway and that gave him the perfect excuse to be heading to the bathroom this early on a Sunday morning; not that he really needed an excuse really he supposed; after all he was a guest in the apartment wasn’t he?
He used the toilet and flushed it before looking into the shower tray, but the towels they’d used and the wet undies they’d left there had gone and the bathroom looked neat and pristine once more.
He blushed a little bit as he realized that Valerie must have seen the evidence of what he and Léa had got up to. He walked almost silently back to their bedroom and slipped back into bed as gently as he could.
Léa stirred and turning slightly towards him she whispered “Bonjour Daniel.” Daniel moved slightly and kissed her gently on the lips. “Good morning to you too Léa and thank you for last night it really was wonderful. I.... well I never dreamed that I could ever feel as good as I feel this morning and be so much in love with you. I’m just so sorry that I have to see you onto the Eurostar back to Paris this evening.”
Léa returned his kiss before she said “I understand what you mean Daniel, but we still have the whole day together. Also there is one big difference; when I arrived in England on Friday I was a virgin and when I leave tonight it is no longer so.”
Daniel smiled as he said “don’t forget the same thing applies to me Léa; I’m no longer a virgin either.”
Moving slightly away from Léa Daniel asked “Léa how did you know that we’d be able to.... you know.... be left in privacy to have a good time last night?”
Léa smiled; “because Valerie sent me a text. She said they were going out for a meal with Emily and then going to see a show; also, that they would not be back until after midnight.”
Daniel chuckled and turned onto his back and with one arm behind his head he said “you and Valerie planned this didn’t you?” and then added quickly and with a chuckle; “not that I’m angry of course.”
“That is not the truth Daniel” Léa replied. “Yes I did know they were going out with Emily, but I knew nothing of the show afterwards until I received the text from Valerie.”
Still naked Léa moved her body against Daniel’s before she kissed him and whispered “anyway why do we talk of this when there is other things we can be doing?” Daniel felt himself responding straight away.....
By ten they were both showered and dressed, but before Lea had headed for the bathroom she’d allowed Daniel to choose the panties she was going to wear for the day and to Léa’s surprise Daniel chose a full cut black pair of cotton panties from Léa’s suitcase rather than another white pair as she’d expected.
Seeing the surprised look on Léa’s face he explained that he’s been listening to the radio while he was working on an assignment in his room a few days ago when a song from the eighties was played.
“It was by the Steve Miller band and had a line in it that went “black panties with an angel’s face” and I thought straight away of you.”
Léa playfully punched him in the arm as he added “perhaps in your case it should have been “wet black panties with an angel’s face.”
“Morning you two” Valerie said as they walked hand in hand into the kitchen. “Did you have a good time yesterday?”
Léa smiled “yes thank you Valerie. Daniel took me to Brighton on the train.” She turned to smile at Daniel before she said “We both had a very good time didn’t we Daniel?” Valerie couldn’t fail to notice Daniel starting to blush....
“Coffee you two?” Valerie asked, before she added I have croissants in the oven; is that ok for your breakfast; Tom is out on a run and won’t be back until later so it’ll be just the three of us.
While they were eating Valerie asked if they had any plans for today. Daniel replied that they hadn’t so far but were open to suggestions.
“Well as you’ll have to come back here to collect Léa’s suitcase, why not stay on this side of London for today? Epping Forest is a beautiful place and easy to get to by underground and there are plenty of places in Epping where you can get something to eat and drink.”
Valerie rummaged in a draw for the London underground map that she knew she had. “Ah here it is” she said as got it out and began to unfold it. Look it’s on the central line and that’s easy enough get to from Limehouse you could be there in no time at all.”
Daniel studied the map for a minute to weigh up the options before he said “what do you think Léa, do you fancy a day in the country? Your Eurostar isn’t until nearly nine this evening anyway is it?”
Valerie added; it really is a quiet place Léa I think you’ll really enjoy it.”
Léa smiled; “ok then Daniel; we go there.” |
Here's the whole story all together (with a few minor edits), hope you enjoy!
Tutoring Seemed Fun I Guess
While Sydney appreciated the help, mandatory weekend tutoring sessions were not how she planned spending her Sundays when the semester began. Being a volleyball player was hard enough on the court, but off the court was where Sydney was really struggling. And, alas, she found herself opening the door to the academic center for the third week in a row. Sydney followed the corridor down to her assigned classroom and walked in, realizing she was a couple minutes early. She decided to take advantage of the time by refilling her water bottle and stopping by the restroom. These tutoring sessions did tend to run long after all!
As Sydney turned the corner, the sign which read “Restroom” caught her eye. Ever so slightly, Sydney sped up how fast she was walking. Before entering the room where her relief could be found, however, Sydney decided to refill her water bottle. The lid to her water bottle squeaked as she hastily unscrewed the lid. She quickly shifted her weight from her right foot to her left before placing the metal container underneath the water dispenser. Sydney jammed the button to start dispensing water, eagerly looking forward to her chance at using the facilities which were just a few feet away from her.
The sound of water trickling surprised her at first, forcing Sydney to suddenly cross her legs. With her legs still crossed, she bobbed up and down, ever so slightly. She sheepishly looked around, hoping to avoid sharing her desperate movements with anyone else. It was a relief when she found no witnesses. Once Sydney could feel her water bottle getting heavier, she began to screw the lid back on. Her chance to use the bathroom was now here!
Aaron was great at two things, tutoring and walking around quietly. Like really quietly. Some people even think he's been trained as a ninja. But that’s really not the point.
Aaron checked the time on his dashboard before he cut the engine off on his car; he was running a few minutes behind. After securing the straps of his backpack around his shoulders, he made way towards the academic center. He cleared his thoughts, remembering he only had two people in his class today, making things much simpler.
He continued to speed walk through the entrance of the academic center, only stopping when he saw one of his students.
“Hey Sydney, how was your weekend?”
Sydney turned completely around, towards the direction of the noise. Her mind was in a completely different place as she had begun to picture the relief a toilet would give her, envisioning a bathroom stall opening up in her mind. She hadn’t even heard anyone coming!
“Oh, hi, Aaron…” she replied, clearly surprised.
After the immediate shock wore off, she quickly crossed her legs on the spot, as nonchalantly as possible. Of all times he needed to walk in…
“Are you ready to start?” Aaron asked, beginning to walk away from the bathrooms and towards the study room.
Sydney’s legs were tightly crossed and she stood frozen for a second, thinking. See, a normal person would reply, “No, I need a minute” or maybe, “I need to go to the bathroom first!” Yet here Sydney was, a mere couple feet away from relief, being too shy to consider saying anything other than, “Of course, let’s go!”
Her entire body immediately regretted the decision. As Aaron fully turned his body to walk towards the study room, Sydney shifted her weight from foot to foot rapidly, left to right, right to left. Oh, how she wished she would have just spoken up.
She took a deep breath and composed herself as best she could. Walking slowly and carefully behind Aaron, she tried her best to assert that she was in control of her bladder, not the other way around.
They followed the same corridor and eventually reached the study room. Aaron held the door open for Sydney, noting her awkward shuffle through the doorway. Sydney continued pressing her legs as close together as possible while she sat herself down where she had previously laid out her belongings.
“It’s good to see you Robert,” Aaron said to the other student in the room.
Robert and Aaron made some small talk while they both pulled out their laptops and other belongings. Only a couple feet away from them sat Sydney, with a pair of tightly crossed legs that desperately fought the growing urge of bouncing up and down.
Sydney had to make sure no one knew how desperate she was… and had to hold it the rest of the tutoring session, it seemed impossible! She knew she was fighting a losing battle, as the urge to pee continued to get stronger and stronger. Crossing her legs wasn’t providing enough relief, she needed something more!
Aaron worked his way to the front of the small and compact study room. He was surprised by their size at first, fashioned with only four total desks and a whiteboard hung up on one of the walls. There was also a small table near the front. Placing his laptop down on that table, he began to write down content on the whiteboard. But, for some reason, he couldn’t stop seeing something from the corner of his eye…
As hard as Sydney fought, it wasn’t long before she began to give into her desperate temptations and began fidgeting around. At first it had started subtle, as she would fight her hardest to only readjust the positioning of her legs roughly once a minute, remaining as still as possible for the rest.
However, with each passing second, the fidgeting became harder and harder to conceal. Sydney knew her dreams of hiding her bursting bladder were running out of time. She began to not only cross, but recross, uncross and cross her legs again as her need to pee continued to grow throughout the tutoring session. She was used to sweating from volleyball, not sitting in a classroom!
It seemed as if she couldn’t keep still for longer than ten seconds. But those ten seconds, those ten seconds were something else. For those ten seconds, she would fight her absolute hardest not to fidget around. Sucking in air, squeezing her legs as tightly shut as possible, tensing her muscles to their absolute maximum, anything to slow down her screamingly obvious pee dance.
But even after mustering up all her might, her body would fail and resort to resuming its desperate dance after just ten, short seconds. That was, until she repeated the process again, sucking in air but lasting just a little bit less than she did each time before.
Sydney continued her desperate seated tango and fought to do anything to take a small bit of pressure off of her achingly full bladder. Her brain was working in overdrive, completely prioritizing holding back the contents of her bladder. It took her longer than she would have liked to realize that Aaron was continually glancing over at her while trying to teach. Her ears turned a bright shade of red as she realized how obvious she was being about her current situation. She had to stop fidgeting around as much as she was.
But how?
Sydney’s muscles were tired. There was even more sweat on her forehead now. She tried her absolute hardest to slow down her desperate dance, but the immediate pressure she would feel from her bladder and the threat of completely pissing herself forced her to quickly change strategy.
Ok, enough was enough. This was starting to get ridiculous. Sydney was practically doing a seated pee dance, groaning through gritted teeth as she tried her best to seem like everything was normal. She had to go pee, now!
Aaron flipped the powerpoint slide on his laptop and continued to write on the board. At this point it was glaringly obvious that Sydney needed to go to the bathroom, but for some reason she just wouldn’t go. He had thought that maybe she was just fidgety at first, but no one moved around that much for no reason.
He discreetly tried to peer over at her again, and immediately saw her legs moving in place like she was running a marathon. Was this some volleyball workout that he was missing out on? Aaron decided to stop gazing and began discussing the next topic…
“May I please go to the bathroom!?” Sydney blurted out, interrupting Aaron mid sentence.
Suddenly, the room’s center of attention shifted from the whiteboard to Sydney. Four eyes focused in on one bursting college volleyball player, who was shaking in place with effort as she tried to hide her desperation as best as she could. She was absolutely frantic, brow covered in sweat and her eyes continually darting to the door, where her escape to the bathroom lied.
Aaron seemed almost dumbfounded by the question at first. She had waited all this time and now she was going to go? Why had she just not gone earlier? Why put herself through this torture?
“No, you can’t,” Aaron said, his usual response to when he was tutoring.
Sydney’s hands immediately flew to her crotch. There was no time for decency, she had to go right now! She couldn’t take no for an answer! All the pee inside her body was screaming to get out! She bounced her legs up and down with new vigor. She didn’t come all this way just to pee herself!
“Please, I don’t think you understand…” Sydney stood up from her seated position at her desk, preparing to make a desperate dash to the toilet.
Her hands were glued to her crotch, as she knew letting go meant emptying her bladder on the floor. Her legs continued to teach a geometry class, making all sorts of different angles. She bounced on the spot, waiting for Aaron’s response. Oh, why wouldn’t he just let her go already? Each second felt like an eternity to Sydney, her eyes darting from Aaron to the door, knowing her relief was closer through it. She was running out of time.
“Aaron, please let me pee. Aaron, I’m going to-” Sydney was begging at this point.
Completely out of breath from desperately dancing around, Aaron could hardly make out the words she was saying. Aaron’s gaze fixated on Sydney as she stared into his eyes; pleading, begging, almost praying for him to say the magic words and let her go. He felt like he almost had too much power in this situation.
“Sydney, I was joking! You don’t have to ask - I’m not a high school teacher,” Aaron responded, feeling bad that Sydney had taken him so literally.
He had told that joke enough times where he thought she would have gotten it.
Sydney could see Aaron’s mouth moving, but it was like a video with no sound was playing. She was so locked in, so focused, that her brain was completely disregarding anything that wasn’t her overfilled bladder. Without hesitating, Sydney continued to add more moves to her pee dance, awkwardly shuffling around in each direction.
After a moment, she registered what Aaron said and quickly responded, “Oh…” her voice trailing off as turned around.
Walking around was much harder than sitting down, and she was already struggling with that! Sydney proceeded to grit her teeth as she walked as fast as she could without peeing herself, with at least one hand permanently buried in her crotch while she made sure to keep her legs as close together as possible. She figured Robert and Aaron already knew she had to pee, no need to hide it in front of them.
Outside of the study room was a different question, however. The bathroom was located near the main lobby, where Sydney could already hear the voices of various students. She really didn’t want to resort to pee dancing in front of a whole crowd.
“Believe it or not, I think she might have needed to pee,” Robert said jokingly as the door shut.
“I think you might be right,” Aaron replied with a chuckle, “We’ll wait for her before moving on.”
Sydney hastily shut the door to the study room with only one thing on her mind, the answer to question 3 on the review packet. Just kidding, the bathroom. Specifically, what would really help her out right now was a toilet, as she knew the white throne could bring an end to her writhing desperation. She craved to read the “Restroom” sign again, as it would indicate her relief was close. She longed to hear the reassuring flush after she emptied her bladder, almost confirming her relief. It was all so close, she knew exactly where the bathrooms were now!
This was the fourth time Sydney had made her way down this same corridor today. Yet each time she walked down it, her bladder was filled even more. While previously Sydney had been able to compose herself walking after Aaron, she no longer had close to that level of control. Sydney “walked” with her rear sticking back, hands buried in her crotch. Each step felt like someone was kicking her directly in the stomach. Her progress was slow, but she could hear the voices getting louder. She knew her relief was getting closer. She just had one problem, how could she walk past everyone without… without looking like this? She had already been lucky enough not to see anyone walking right now.
Sydney, slowly but surely, reached the end of the corridor. She paused for a moment and leaned on the wall to her right for support. A couple more steps would lead her to the opening of the lobby, which was filled by roughly a dozen people. It was now or never.
The plan was simple, in theory: Sydney needed to muster up all her remaining strength and make a desperate last charge to the toilets, all while keeping her hands away from her crotch. She had no intention of letting the lobby know the state of her bladder, and wanted to keep her dignity walking past everyone.
There was only one problem … it seemed impossible. Sydney winced hard as she squeezed her crotch again. Even with both hands sunk deep in her crotch and her legs crossed in her favor, it seemed like making it another minute without peeing herself would be a miracle, much less making it to the bathroom. She couldn’t waste any more time. This was it. Sydney shook her head in anticipation and gave her crotch one final squeeze as she took a sharp breath of air in. She released her hands from her crotch and began her last charge for relief.
The added pressure she felt immediately was crushing. She looked down at her stomach almost expecting someone to be pushing down on it. Her knees had nearly buckled at first, completely unprepared for the pure force of pee desperately pleading to escape her body. But she endured through, she had to.
“Do you think she's ok? It’s already been like ten minutes.” Robert asked back in the study room.
“I guess we’ll find out sooner or later. She did leave all her stuff here,” Aaron gestured at Sydney’s laptop and backpack, which laid underneath a desk.
The first few steps were ok. Maybe she could do this. Her steps were short and quick. Her arms could not remain still at her sides, with her hands constantly tapping at her thighs. But she was doing it, she really could make it! Sydney looked up when… she made her first mistake. The entrance to the bathroom reached out and teased her, immediately applying even more pressure on Sydney’s poor bladder. Sydney had no other choice and her hands immediately flew to her crotch as she went back into the desperate pose she was sporting while walking through the hallway. So much for that plan.
But now it was time for Sydney’s backup plan: Do everything she possibly could to not piss herself in front of a dozen people. Easier said than done.
What stood in front of Sydney was the final haul. She found herself desperately dancing on the spot close to where she was earlier, right in front of the entrance to the bathroom… before Aaron had interrupted her. She thought back to when he had asked her if she was ready to go. And how she just crossed her legs and figured she could hold it.
Never would she have imagined it would have led to all of this. Led to her brow being covered in sweat while fighting back the desperate urge to pee… to giving her tutor a front row seat to her own, personal pee dance… to squeezing her crotch and bobbing up and down in front of a crowd of onlookers. But she had to keep moving if she wanted to avoid the embarrassment of fully emptying her bladder. Removing one hand quickly from her crotch, Sydney groaned in effort as she opened the door to the bathroom.
Sydney carefully entered through the doorway, her right hand joining the left to help her hold back the impending flood trying to leave her body. However, she immediately felt her hands start to get wet. She was leaking, and fast. Sydney groaned aloud, immediately stopping in her tracks. So close yet so far. The toilets were right there, she could almost see them!
She had to slow down the leak. She bobbed up and down like her life depended on it, biting down on her lip in effort as well. Her face screamed of pure desperation, as she waged another battle in the war over her bladder. All she had wanted to do today was pee, but fate just wouldn’t allow it.
Sydney stopped the leak. She wasn’t sure how, but she had done it. She didn’t have time to ask questions or inspect the damage either, she had to get to a toilet immediately!
She pulled her body forward with what strength she had left, her body still screaming for relief. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt like she was going to piss herself! She reached the entrance of the first stall in the bathroom and hurriedly pushed against the door, praying for it to be unlocked. It wasn’t her lucky day.
She heard a voice say, “occupied” coming from the other side of the stall.
Sydney immediately let out a groan as she leaked again. She was at the very end of her rope, hanging on by a bare thread. She grimaced and twisted her legs in a knot for the thousandth time, slowing the leak down for a second time. It took all her effort to force her body to stop peeing, and she was there wouldn’t be a third time. It was a miracle she hadn’t pissed herself yet. She forced her body forward to the second stall in the bathroom, but paused for a moment.
She knew this was the only stall left in the bathroom… What if it was locked too? She couldn’t hold on for another ten seconds, if someone was inside she would have no chance waiting. This was it. Her fingers squeezed her freshly wet crotch, she knew her panties had to have been soaked. If the stall was locked, she might just let go right here. Right in front of the stall.
Her arm anxiously reached out to push the door of the stall. Her mind raced, praying that the door would be open… and the door flung open.
Sydney’s time for relief had come. Her eyes immediately made contact with what she had been looking for, yearning for, for what felt like an eternity. The toilet. Her legs moved forward hastily now, she knew her relief was close.
She had a final problem. One last obstacle to prevent her from having what she so desired: she needed to remove her hands from her crotch to pull down her pants. Tears welling up in her eyes, she knew the pressure would be next to unbearable the moment she removed the grip of her fingers from her crotch. But she had no other choice. In one swift movement, her hands flew from her crotch to her hips, where they immediately began to desperately tug at the side of her skin tight choice of leg wear. She pleaded with her pants, begging for them to come down.
"Please... please... I can't hold it any longer..." she whispered to her pants, as she pulled and pulled. If only they would just come off, then she could be relieved.
They wouldn’t budge. She cried out in agony. This was torture! Her body was exhausted, she had been holding her pee for hours. It wanted, no it needed, release immediately. Sydney would rip these damn pants in half for all she cared right now, just let her pee!
But finally, Sydney forced her pants past her waist. She escaped the prison of her pants. Sitting down as quickly as possible, she didn’t bother to remove her panties, they were soaked already. The plan was successful, she had done it. She couldn’t help but smile in relief as the contents of her bladder emptied into the toilet bowl below her. Sydney could finally think straight after what felt like hours.
Thanks for reading. |
Chapter Two
“He-hey, what’s going on, another day to talk away? Work’s boring as usual—“
“That’s not true! You must’ve met John yesterday—I’m Alexis, by the way—he always nagging that work’s boring but I think that’s because he’s boring, with all his khakis and technical talk.”
“Well, that’s who I am, and it’s not boring: it’s professional. I see you have your book with you, why don’t you go read your book.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever..”
Anyways, there she goes off with her walk.. again.. Oh!, that reminds me, when I was on the bus yesterday, she squirmed like she had done so previously. When it was her stop, as she was getting off, she kept walking—you know, the way she walks—and I saw her trip when she placed her right foot in a hole in the sidewalk. Her foot got stuck and she tripped and fell. I quickly got up and asked the bus driver to let me out.
I ran to her to make sure she was okay. She fell on both knees, ripped her jeans and scraped them. But, and unfortunately and embarrassingly, there was a huge wet spot in her crotch area. I guess she must’ve peed a little when she fell. Luckily, the sun was going down and there wasn’t much people in the street, but, still, I took my jacket and wrapped it around her waste.
She was extremely grateful, but also clearly embarrassed—she could not look me in the eye as I was talking to her. It was a little odd, actually, since this is the first time I saw her shy in front of me, as if all her confidence disappeared. I thought she’d brush it off, as she brushed off my first encounter with her. But she didn’t.
I offered to walk her home, to which she insisted that I not, and that she was fine; but felt I could not leave her with scraped knees, and insisted I walk her home. As we walked, I noticed she was still desperate for the bathroom, squirming and bumping her knees together to cope, but she also limped from the pain in her knees. I told her if she could not make it, then she’d have to go in the woods, to which she punched me in the arm, saying: “with all your technical talk yet you still say dumb things.” But I knew she knew, if it came down to it, she’d have no choice.
Anyways, we made it to her place. She went into her bag to get her keys, but she couldn’t find them—she looked everywhere, but, still, could not find them. At this point, she started hopping on one foot and then the other, with one hand between her upper thighs, and the other searching through her bag.
“Oh no, you must’ve dropped them back there, when you fell.”
“Oooh! Ugh, what can I do now, I have to pee really badly! I need to find those fuckin’ keys!..
“Well, that’s probably why you should’ve used the bathroom instead of reading—“
“Are you seriously doing this now?! You’re being petty now?”
As I’m thinking whether I should sprint back to where she fell or entertain finding a spot for her to go, she is now grabbing her crotch tightly with both hands pulling upwards, moaning lightly at every urge nagging her, and biting her lips—so hard she could chew them off; and in that moment I realize that it’s turning me on.
I just stood there and stared for a few seconds; entertaining the idea of her wetting herself even more, to see her let go her bottom lip, jaw slowly drop and her eyes roll up, moaning: all in the sweet ecstasy of release—but I snap back to reality, noticing I’m dangerously harboring a noticeable chub, and quickly tell her to go to woods by her house.
She exclaims a firm no:
“Come on, John, are you serious?! Let’s not joke around now, please!”
“But I’m serious: if I run back to where you fell you might not make it by the time I get back, but if you go to the woods, you’ll have time to make it.”
“Ugh.. John I’m not going—“
She lets out a subdued moan, and a few drops of pee leave her hands, one clasped over the other, tightly against her crotch.
“Ar—are you peeing yourself?! Come on, go to the woods. Do I literally have to drag you by the hand—yes, I guess I have to now, then.”
When I grabbed her left arm, whose hand is so tightly jammed in her crotch, it slipped out and I saw it glistening in the sunset: she literally just leaked right in front of me. And for a split-second I thought to just leave her there in her desperation; just abandon her as she slowly loses control.. but my brain snaps me back to reality.
We have to go to the woods nearby.
I brought her to the woods, and kept my distance for privacy, but she insisted that I stay close to her, since she said she was afraid.. So I could hear her unloading her bladder: the hiss—pulse-like at first as she is hesitant and embarrassed, but grew louder and continuous as her confidence grew—hits the moist, leaf-covered ground; the leaves crinkling as her jet stream crunches them into pieces; the sweet sound of piss gushing into a newly-formed puddle of pee; and her sigh of relief, as she moans and moans.. her piss gushing out, in a prolonged hiss, that gradually lowers in pitch as the piss puddle deepens and ultimately quiets until a few dribbles remain; she lets out a moan in relief and ends in an orgasmic hum, a song powerful enough to blow a load right then and there.
If I could just see her slide her peed jeans back up, soaking up any remaining drops..
I was thankful I was at least close enough to hear it, but far enough to hide the throbbing wood in my pants. Luckily, I was wearing khakis.
As I was waiting for her to finish, I was looking away toward the road in the distance. She snuck up from behind me and scared the ever-living shit out of me, tripping over a branch and falling on my wood—instant boner killer. But at the very least convenient enough for me to not have to actively hide it.
“‘The fuck, Alexis!”
As I’m writhing in pain, she sees that I’m holding my crotch.
“Holy shit, guys, John actually knows how to curse. See, you’re not so boring after all. Huh, why are you holding your dick—“
“Because you fucking scared me, I tripped and fell, and a branch poked me—ahhhghghgh.”
“Ooooh, sssss, I’m sorry, need any hel—“
“No, no! Just wait until I can find my balls..”
As I was laying there on the ground waiting for the pain in my lower abdomen to pass, I noticed a huge, dark and wet, patch on her crotch. It was larger than when she had leaked when she fell, it’s circumference going to the bottom edges of her front pockets, her tightly pressed hands forcing her piss to the front of her crotch. And when she occasionally turned around, I saw there were dark patches below her butt cheeks and going up her butt crack—as painful as the fall, I could still feel some inkling of getting hard, but the pain quickly overtook it.
“Wow.. looks like Alexis likes wetting herself: bookworm by day, pants wetter by night: ‘Alex-is the pants-wetter—haha!”
Her face got red quickly, and she stammered—this totally shocked me: I was expecting a clever response, but she just went into shy-mode again. She bat her eyes away to the side and started biting her left index fingernail. This is a side of her I’ve never seen before. Where is the confident Alexis I see everyday at work and on the bus? She just stands there shy and embarrassed, her thighs together and shins slightly apart, her feet pointing slightly inwards. And a dark wet spot at her crotch. And peculiarly enough, she is not trying to hide it from me.. yet she is totally lost for words..
“Welp, looks like the pain is gone..”
As I get up, she grabs my hand to help lift me up. We walk together to her place. I told her to wait by her door as I go back to where she fell, to get her keys; and lo and behold, they’re there on the grass by the cracked sidewalk.
She opens her door, and before she enters, she thanked me and gave me a long hug. Long enough for some of the wetness in her jeans to transfer to my khakis and warm them enough for my skin to feel it. But she doesn’t notice and goes inside.
So, yeah, it’s amazing how she hasn’t brought any of that up to me all day; just going about her day as if nothing happened yesterday. That was such a strange yet arousing encounter, I wonder why she didn’t bother hiding it from—oh shit, that’s my bus—Alexis, that’s our bus! Hey, listen, it was good seeing and talking you today. I’ll see you next week! |
I publish another part of my story of the rashi- virus . Hope you enjoy.
THE RASHI-VIRUS
THE DISCO
"Wet Railway Weekend: The Day When Some Men Did Not Get to the Bathroom on the Trains in Time" Ivan was reading a small article in the newspaper in the back pages. It was the first time he'd heard of his he rashi virus in a public way, but he didn't want it to be the last. The scientist had become close friends with luca and together they now shared their passion for wetting, to the point that he wanted everyone to experience this passion sooner or later and thanks to his virus this could now be possible. He wanted them to talk about it on TV, that there were desperate people around, that famous people got mad in front of everyone, but before creating this turmoil in someone's life he had to reduce the social embarrassment of his passion and therefore he had to circulate his virus in the general population in places and people where this would not create psychological problems, much as it had been on the train where the boys had been embarrassed but the pleasure they felt and their need had been such as to make it understood even to the others. Luca, Ivan and the other men then had many other accidents, but the virus put them in a psychological state where this not only did not create problems for their private and working life, but with their passion they managed to transmit it already alone. with deeds and words to both men and women with whom they came into contact. Ivan called it mirror contagion where those who see then privately want to imitate, as had happened to Alberto's girlfriend, but he knew of at least 20 other people who had started their passion in secret. The virus therefore had to continue to infect, improving the health of those who came in contact with it, and Ivan thought that at that moment the best place to take it was a famous gay nightclub. The music was loud and people were starting to come into the club, the lights were in all their glory and welcoming customers all dressed up in the latest fashion or elegant. Everyone was waiting for an evening where they could have so much fun that they could never forget it and that was exactly what Ivan was carrying with his rashi-virus. This time he decided to infect him immediately, in order to pass it on to others. It would have been a big turning point, this time the creation of him would have reached more people in fact in the room there will have been at least 300 people at the moment crowded into a small space. In a place like this, even if no one would be saved immediately and that disco had only two bathrooms and those who entered already knew that they should keep, since they were often occupied for other amorous matters. One thing that the scientist had noticed was that he was infected and managed to reach the bathroom in time, often arrived with such enthusiasm or just intentionally ruined the toilets making it more difficult to use them later. It had happened on trains where he had learned that some people had broken the toilets forcing others to take it on themselves, and that was what Ivan was going to do with the toilets, where he would only leave a toilet. The scientist took his handkerchief full of rashi virus and put it to his nose, infecting himself, after which he waited 30 minutes remaining at the corner near some boys who were drinking. When the stimulus was at its maximum Ivan reached the bathroom, there was only him and in one toilet he put a gel of his own creation that made the cup fall on one side making it unusable for the evening and in the other he completely freed his cock with a long , big and pleasant piss. Finished, with a glove always of his own invention, he broke the door so that it could no longer close for the whole day, so anyone who used that toilet would have to show everything. While he was washing his hands a man entered and seeing the broken door was worried, but forced he pulled everything out and Ivan saw his member pissing, but the scientist knew that it would not be his last piss for that evening. Satisfied, Ivan returned to his place and began to enjoy the evening. The guys next to him were already starting to show the first signs.
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Enrique suddenly began to stop dancing to stop for a moment. He had just had a great urge to pee and it was becoming difficult to overlook it. A 25-year-old Cuban with short brown hair and brown eyes, he represents all Cuban beauty and is also a salsa teacher. That evening he had chosen a light look with an open shirt and blue trousers, colored shoes and boxers also blue. He had only had a cocktail, but he already felt the need for a bath. He generally avoided using the toilet also because he suffers from a shy bladder, which sometimes created him for hours of tightness without ever having it on, but he could still hold it for hours. This time, however, his 3 friends had also changed expression, in particular one he was hopping. Even if he didn't dare he was waiting for someone to go straight to the bathroom, even if dirty, to be able to follow him. It was evident that two of his friends had to urinate urgently, in fact they were moving a leg insistently and also seemed to be sweating. The 4 friends looked at each other and it was clear that they all had to piss, they just had to admit it. "Guys, I'm doing it under who's going to the toilets with me?" one of the boys said. There was no need to repeat it that everyone headed for the bathroom, a difficult journey given the small place now crowded. Enrique's 3 friends were getting really nervous and also angrily dodged the people on the course. It took them more than 5 minutes to reach the bathroom and enrique had noticed that his three friends had already brought their hands between their legs several times, that cocktail they had taken must have been really diuretic, thought enrique. When they arrived, however, they had a nasty surprise: one toilet was completely broken and the other had the door open and impossible to close. They tried to take turns outside the bathroom door to say it was busy, but there were too many people and that was impossible. Suddenly one of the three boys widened his eyes and babbling something with great agitation went to the toilet, with great effort unhooked his pants and pulled out his dick starting a long piss. Enrique was amazed to see his penis and also his friends and at least 5 other gentlemen who entered at that moment and then left, the sound resounded throughout the room and given the position on the side, the jet was perfectly observed. Finished, he with the red face he went to wash his hands and said he was really urgent and he couldn't wait. His two tall friends were embarrassed to have to do this, but they were both practically hopping and driven by this urge first one and then the other were forced to urinate in front of everyone with enormous relief. Enrique, however, suffers from a shy bladder and needs a locked space to fulfill his needs and certainly does not want to show everyone his penis since he is very modest on the subject. It is true that he runs away from him, but he can resist, he had already been in that condition even for hours, he decided that he would never drink anything. "Then I'll do it later, it doesn't escape me so much ....." he said to his friends who looked at him with a smile. The friends immediately went to have a drink and Enrique took nothing, but his stimulus did not seem to disappear. They went to the middle of the dance floor and started dancing. "What a bore is piss, okay just don't think about it and then it goes away, now it's time to have fun". The minutes passed, but the stimulus seemed to increase, the boy danced, but every now and then he had to stop and look around with a worried air. He began to look at his watch often, he would stay there at least another two hours and did not know what excuse to invent to leave. His heart started beating fast and he felt her bladder completely full sending all the signals to be emptied. The Cuban tried to think of something else, but his urge was so strong that it was impossible to ignore. He stopped dancing to try to control his body, but by now it was too clear he absolutely had to piss. He stood still for a moment, but immediately a big pain hit him and unwittingly he put both hands between his legs, scared that something might come out "Hey, all right?" friends asked about him. "Sorry guys, but I really have to go to the bathroom" Enrique answered with embarrassment and almost tears in his eyes. "Ok, let's come with you, then we'll have more to drink" they replied. Enrique was too desperate to tell him that he preferred to go alone, but he ran to the toilet "Dodge, I can't take it anymore, oh my, soon" he thought as he headed for the place where he would be better. He could no longer sit still and his hand was now always still on his dick, he needed it so much that he didn't even bother to be seen by everyone anymore, he would almost have wanted to do it there if he could. He began to sweat and knew the bathroom was close. Every minute that passed his stimulus became bigger and bigger, more and more powerful, more and more irresistible. His gaze, however, from desperation became one of pure terror when I saw the long line that was in the bathroom, it must have been at least 20 people and Enrique was really on the limit "Oh God no, there is no more help ..... , oh, ... everyone's looking at me, but I'm not there anymore "he thought to himself. Now he was really sorry he hadn't gone with his friends earlier, but the only thing he could do was wait for him to be his moment. The Cuban could hear and see the boys in front of him taking long pisses and even those in front were visibly desperate. "Excuse me, please let me pass," said Enrique. But no one let him pass and a huge thick ghe made them squeeze their legs and started jumping a lot. He regretted not having done it before and now his friends were watching him making fun of him. He was jumping and it was clear how strong his stimulus was and all the boys looked at him amused. Sweat was showing on his forehead and she was making a huge effort to keep all that liquid in his body. The line went on slowly, but his stimulus grew more and more every second and he felt weaker and weaker and closer to failure. "Oh no, I'm not there anymore, I'm doing it underneath, go ahead, man, .... come on, ah ..." he would say aloud watching more guys piss. The pangs were growing and he could feel the piss pressing hard towards the exit as if he were trying to break through the barriers. Enrique had to resist, he couldn't get it on in front of his friends in a nightclub, everyone would see him. He felt perfectly his member of him pressing on his boxers who already felt a little wet on the tip. He had never run away from him so much in his life and he was starting to seriously fear he wouldn't make it even though he was so close to the toilet. The pangs were growing and there were still people in front of him, it was increasingly difficult to make even the slightest movement, even behind him there were others, but for now he was definitely the one who needed to piss most. He still had 5 people in front of him, but the sound and sight of those people pissing made it terribly difficult for him. He closed his eyes, but he continued to hear the piss beating on the toilet water and the moans of relief of those who were urinating that made him hold on even stronger, making him even grit his teeth giving him a really desperate look. He opened his eyes and saw clearly the one now at the toilet start his jet as from a fountain. He still had 4 people in front of him and the battle between doing it immediately and waiting became increasingly difficult and now his body no longer wanted to wait and he too was letting himself be deceived. The breathing became labored and it was at that moment that Enrique realized it was going to happen and there was nothing he could do to stop it. "Oh no I have to piss .... let me pass ..... let me pass .. please ... ah" he began to say aloud attracting attention. However, as never before you feel the strength of his piss pressing to come out and the weakness of his member trying to stop her A big pang took him and against his will she realized that his cock despite his effort it was giving way. He began to tremble, his eyes wide open, his hands clenched, his piss pressing hard, his legs tight, his bladder feeling bursting, his teeth gritted, his strength giving out and between his legs he felt incontinent, he could no longer hold it . With three people in front of him, he felt the piss go out uncontrolled and warm his private parts, then trickle between his legs. Enrique stood with his mouth open and his eyes wide open as his blue pants showed the patch widening. He was pissing on himself at full power and couldn't stop. He was seized by an ecstasy and a trickle of drool ran down him. He had it for more than a minute before it ended and only at the end did he notice the trickle he had made under him. From a distance he heard the laughter of his friends who had witnessed the scene and only then did he realize that those behind him were all really at the limit. He looked behind him and saw another guy just arrived who was doing it on himself just like he had. He was grateful he wasn't the only one he had happened to and with red eyes and wet pants he talked to that boy and they headed for the exit together, but they discovered that soon they would not be alone.
Salvatore had just met a very handsome man and they were already kissing. Despite the passion, something else was distracting him; he absolutely had to go to the bathroom, but he couldn't get away and didn't want to leave like that. Athletic, 35 years old, he had dressed in gray jeans and a red shirt without worrying too much, he generally came alone on this type of night. Usually he held up for hours, but now the urge was really strong and he was starting to worry. It didn't seem appropriate to leave everything, just to go to the bathroom, on the other hand he thought he could keep her. Her new boyfriend didn't seem to notice, however, and Salvatore was suffering in silence trying not to point out anything. He did not know where the bathroom was and was convinced he could handle it without problems, but damn how he escaped. But after 10 minutes he was really exploding and he started sweating. "I have to find an excuse to leave or it will end badly ...." he thought to himself. "Sorry, but at home ....." he said, but was immediately interrupted. "Hey bye, I see you've made the acquaintance .... let's sit here so we get to know each other better" said a gentleman who discovered to be a friend of the boy you just met. To make the tragic situation worse, Salvatore found himself surrounded and had to meet the friends of the man he had just met and he was really trying to have a composed attitude. It wasn't long before his leg started shaking, but he didn't want anyone to notice that he needed him. Sometimes he had jerks that made him close his legs and he started shaking. He couldn't say many words and was now speaking in monosyllables. "Hey, all right, am I doing this to you? ... you look ..... strange ...." said the man who smoothly touched and kissed him in front of everyone. He realized that the situation was seriously getting worse, but he did not know how to leave also because he continued to be kissed "Oh, keep calm, I can't take it on with these just met .... come on .. come on". Salvatore was so busy holding on and not telling anyone that he absolutely had to piss that he didn't notice that he was hopping and that he was on the edge. The others were starting to notice it, but Salvatore kept denying the evidence and couldn't walk away. By now all his thoughts were about his pee and the only thing he thought was "Don't piss ... don't piss ... don't .." Suddenly he heard a squirt run away and wet his panties, he got very agitated and tried to free himself " Hey, are you all right? "The boys asked him. But salvatore just stammered me while he felt his chest as full as ever. His breathing became labored, he realized that he could not get up and felt a big pain between his legs. The man who was stroking his leg suddenly touched something wet and a river flowed out from under Salvatore's ass. In front of all those strangers Salvatore made it completely on himself attracting the attention of at least 10 people and could not stop. A puddle formed under him and he began to pant. With soaked jeans he ran away and never saw that man again, but he would soon find himself in the same situation.
Matteo had been a bouncer inside the club for a few months and had never seen anyone piss himself in there, but now he had already observed at least 5 guys losing control and in the bathroom there was a very long line with more and more people who did not arrive dry to the toilet. He saw them all wriggling and begging and then to their great shock they pee in their pants, some did it on the walls leaving a lot of dirt Because of his work he could not break away, he drank little and rarely ran out of pee. He always laughed at those who showed his need to urinate, but after an hour and a half in there I begin to feel a certain need for a bathroom too. Very muscular, with a very neat little beard that evening he was wearing blue jeans. He noticed that people were getting quite nervous and he didn't want any trouble in the club. He didn't understand why everyone together needed a bath so much, much less why his urge was growing so rapidly. After a quarter of an hour his demeanor was slowly fading. He must have looked menacing, but now she couldn't remember a time when he needed to piss so badly. He was sweating a lot and his leg was shaking. He didn't have to show any signs of letting up, but he could see that the line to the bathroom was still very long and he couldn't quit his job. He had to show his muscles, but his gaze was becoming worried, how much he was running away from pissing. "When does the shift end ??? I have to take an absurd piss, come on keep your composure, I'm 30 on" he thought. He started shaking a little and was struggling to stay still, his bladder had never felt so swollen. They called him several times to clear up the line in the bathroom, where many people were trying to overtake the others, but he couldn't use that cup and seeing those people urinating in there or in their pants greatly increased his despair. Now he was shaking and could think of nothing but how much he had to piss. His demeanor was fading and he couldn't quit his job. His heart started beating hard he tried to calm someone down but he was so focused on holding that he couldn't stop anyone He began to have small shots that made him squeeze his legs several times and to make matters worse someone had already noticed his emergency. "Oh no. ... I'm a man ... I can't take it ... come on ...." he kept thinking. His urge grew more and more and soon he found himself breathing heavily and hopping. Some began to tease him and he moved around the club in hopes of curbing his urge. Poor Matteo didn't really know what to do, he absolutely had to piss and now he was moving in a funny way. Matteo understood for the first time what he meant he absolutely needed a bathroom and he couldn't think of anything else apart to hold up as much as he could. "Ohhhh .... come on ... hold up .... no ........ ahhhh" he began to say with clenched teeth. But suddenly what he feared most happened, what he had always thought impossible: a drop of pee escaped on his gray underwear. He stopped with his eyes shocked by what happened, a hand ended up on his underwear and without realizing it he found himself in front of a mirror with his pants u that had lowered a bit attracting attention a lot while he clearly perceived, his dick wet and the rest of the piss that was about to come out. He looked at himself and it was true: a stain was clearly visible on his panties and he could also feel it with his fingers. Overcome the scandal he pulled up his pants and entered into pure terror and forgot about the work he was doing, all his concentration was on avoiding getting it in front of everyone. With his legs tight, trying to run he headed towards the bathroom, but with his long tail he started shouting "Please let me pass, I'm pissing on myself, please .....". But everyone was desperate like him and 7 people put it down and reminded him of his work. Embarrassed he wanted to reply, but a big pang sent another huge squirt out and this time a small stain appeared on his jeans, but his panties were now completely wet. Realizing the situation, he started running towards the exit of the nightclub to look for a dumpster or something to take her out. But many people slowed him down and he kept saying I have to piss, I have to piss loudly. Going up the stairs was very difficult he was hopping, panting and heard another splash escape him. He had to do it, he wanted to have hope even though his pants were now very visible on the front. He arrived at the exit and desperately searched for something to fulfill the need for him. He had both hands on his pea and his legs tight. He desperately searched for something, attracting the attention of everyone who had stopped to look at him. They saw him with a big stain on his pants as he said "" ahh ... I have to piss .... " a big effort to stop her, but it came out in a jet flooding his private parts. He felt the piss run down between his legs, wet part of his ass and enter his shoes. His gray panties were dripping and his jeans showed everyone that he was pissing At least 10 people were watching him as he relaxed from desperation and from standing he collapsed sitting leaving a puddle under him. With a big ahhh, an ecstatic face and pee under him Matteo welcomed the evening.
Marco was a cubist in the disco and it was the first time that he had seen the deejay put on a recorded record and run away to the bathroom. He saw it from afar as a large stain appeared on his jeans making it clear why he had run away. Dressed in only green briefs, he had been missing a giant piss for more than half an hour. In order not to show his desperation he was dancing, but now the stimulus was too great and several times he had slipped his hand on his panties that it was increasingly difficult to keep dry. He knew he couldn't leave his position, he was too high up and he couldn't find anyone to help him get off and he didn't see anyone to call to replace him, but gee he had never lost his pee so much. People were starting to watch him as he moved in an increasingly bizarre way. One leg was shaking incessantly and he could feel her bladder overflowing and sending more signals to want to empty. He felt the piss press on the exit and the more the minutes passed the worse the situation got. "OH NO, how can I get off ???? It escapes me too much, I have to ..... no, damn .... hold on" he thought to himself with an expression that left no doubt .. He was hopping and could not sit still, but above all he could not hide his urgent urge. He started yelling for someone to get him off, but there were too many people in his own situation, and whoever looked at him smiled. Trembling a small spot appeared on his panties that everyone noticed "oh no, that can't be true, oh no ...." he said. He was there with a mega piss to do and panties with a stain in front that left no doubt, but he knew more was coming. Very agitated he was jumping more and more and felt with every second that he was about to give way. He tried to hold on with all his might, but with wide eyes and a shocked face he started involuntarily pissing on him. His panties became dark, we saw the piss wet his balls and come out and the jet gushing out as long as from a sink. Everyone saw him piss and seeing that he was little dressed, many walked away. He could see the piss coming out of his cock like an empty bottle. He had some for
a minute, and it was only when her panties were dripping and her legs were warm, that he felt more relaxed and realized that everyone had seen him. He had just pissed on himself with only his underwear and now he was there with these gears in front of everyone and the piss all over the cube that had also descended on the track, but that evening he too understood that he was not alone.
After about 3 hours Ivan saw that there must have been a simultaneous infection. Suddenly everyone who was still dry in the club had an incredible despair almost together. He realized this by observing the queue in the bathroom which at that moment was almost 25 people. A boy was persistently knocking on the wall with his hands between his legs and behind him everyone was moving frantically with obvious nervousness. Everyone was very agitated and screamed at the urge to piss. Someone had a few tears in their eyes and they were jumping conspicuously. Someone already had some spots on their pants and everyone felt on the verge of giving up. There was like a struggle to get to the cup, and no one was able to argue, plus each person took a really long time to do it all. That bathroom was very dirty, and many refused to enter. Suddenly three people with their hands between their legs and saying things that are not very clear began to piss on each other and then the boy from before saw his jeans stained as he sat down on the ground. Almost everyone else took a few steps together, but everyone began to feel the bladder about to burst. Many took it upon themselves, finding their private parts wet and a bit of drool in their mouths for relief. Some realizing that they were about to have it under without restraint they lowered into their pants and began to do it on the wall, a boy even hearing a splash on his underwear, without realizing it, he lowered his pants and squatted, starting a jet in front of him. Everyone saw his ass and his penis as he pissed. Outside People were trying to get out, but the urge was now too strong for everyone and on the stairs there were those who could no longer hold them. A lot of peeing was done there at the exit attracting the attention of passers-by. You could see the boys running towards the cars, some doing it there in the middle of the road, others having it on in front of everyone, someone reached the car, but then wet the seat in an attempt to reach home. Inside the disco you could see people everywhere getting it on and even on the ground it was hard not to touch the wet. In the center of the disco, a crowd of about thirty people was created and all of them could no longer unlock. They were hopping and and it was clear that they were all really on the edge. They were trying to free themselves and reach the bathroom, but all desperate could not unlock. He heard himself say ahhhh, the music was gone now. The one in the center with the shorts felt strongly pressed on his stomach and began to wet the shorts. The sight of the dripping piss made it impossible for everyone to keep holding it and one by one everyone started pissing on each other. All those guys found themselves sharing the same experience, he felt a big ahhhh and the stains on his pants left no doubt. A huge pool was below them and there was the sound of piss dripping onto the floor. Together in the end they laughed and all with a little embarrassment left without understanding how such a thing could have been possible. What was certain was that everyone was now much better off and sharing the experience made him feel less embarrassed. Undoubtedly that was an evening they will remember. Ivan gave the account of the evening counting that at least 120 boys had done it on themselves during that evening, but soon the others too would discover that they had woken up in a wet bed. Everyone inside the disco had been infected and many already wanted to try the experience again. Ivan absolutely had to continue with his rashi virus |
i Know it's pass a lot of time but i had some idea. I post another part of the story. ( there is also part 1). Suggestions are welcome
Ivan was in a beautiful village, but not by chance. Still satisfied with his success at the club, he had just seen a great guy who could help him with his plan to take the rash virus to the next level. He was in fact a director of porn movies with gay actors, also specializing in kink.
Ivan wanted him to start having his own passion and to start filming pee desperation scenes too, but he wanted him to first understand the pleasure that this can give. He didn't know how it was going to end, but he wanted to infect him and then offer him a deal, but for that he would have to find the best time. The man in question is called Armand and he still doesn't know what he expects.
Armand is 31 years old, French, he is an athletic man, short brown hair with blonde highlights and green eyes. Always considered a handsome boy, he loves visiting places of culture and walking in his spare time. That day he was in a small village away from his workplace, quietly sipping a coke at a bar. Dressed in a blue t-shirt, long very light blue jeans, sneakers and gray boxers, he was really relaxing when suddenly this gentleman appeared to him who without asking permission, just as he had just come out of the toilet, sat in front to him.
"Good morning" she said, "you don't know me, but today it could be one of your luckiest days from a working point of view. I have watched a lot of the films you have produced and I want to offer you something new ... opportunity, but I'll talk to him about it when he understands what I'm talking about and he'll probably understand it better, "she told him.
Armand was used to strange people, but he didn't want to talk about work and he just made a face and replied "I don't like riddles, but I'm on vacation and I don't want to talk about work, please leave me." The gentleman in front of him waved something close to his nose and Armand considered him even more mad and gave a little laugh. Ivan with an amused smile saw his little finger blush and said: "You don't understand now, but I have an invention that can make her company a big change, but I want her to try it first." Armand, angry at hearing these rumors, replied "I don't want any sex toys, please go, I have already met many like her" Ivan left but with a small almost invisible drone he began to film the scene leaving the boy to his solitude.
Armand really had no idea that he had been infected and was convinced he had found yet another seller, so he soon forgot the scene. He decided to go to a very high tower, bought the ticket and after 20 minutes tired he found himself on the tip to observe the view. How wonderful, he was really happy to be there. The village was really beautiful and nothing seemed to disturb his calm, when all of a sudden he began to feel something strange in his body. He felt like he had to urinate, that almost annoying feeling when you realize there's something you can't ignore. "Weird so soon .... Well ... no problem, then I'll look for a bathroom," he thought. As he went down the stairs, however, the feeling grew without making it urgent. There were many people around him (but being outdoors he could not infect many others), and as he went down he saw a long queue at the toilets of the tower. It was already a little late, so they immediately sent him out and he was unable to use the toilets in the tower. "Patience, I'll do it later, just don't meet other madmen."
Armand did not care for now, he was used to being with that feeling of having to piss like this for hours (in fact sometimes he could even hold up for 8 hours almost without realizing it) and he rarely drank enough to feel the urge strong and yet something was changing, After 10 minutes the situation was getting more complicated. Now his bladder was full and even though he tried not to think about it, it was getting difficult. His heart started beating fast and he realized that he really had to piss. He usually went pissing at the slightest urge, but he had never been in that state so quickly. He sent all the curses to the one who had not allowed him to use the toilet at the tower and irritated he began to look around The village was all up and down and there were no small streets where he could do his business and there were also few shops. He had parked far away and it would take a long time to get there, no lawn was nearby and so without thinking he tried to go back to the bar. He began to accelerate his pace, he felt his bladder grow and his urge became more and more unmanageable. He was really looking forward to being at the bar, and although he would show up, he was trying to stay calm and not let anything show. He cared a lot about his reputation and knew how to hide his needs well, yet this time he was sweating and a desire to piss like this he hadn't remembered for a long time. "Ahhhh ..... how far is the bar, I better move, I really have to piss .., I order a coffee and then immediately to the toilet." he thought as he walked to the bar. It took him over 5 minutes to get there and when he arrived he found it closed. Seeing the word "closed" his face became all red and a great anguish took him, he felt all the fullness of his bladder and understood how strong his urge was. Without realizing he began to squeeze his legs and slowly move in place, bringing his hand to the front. He realized that he absolutely had to piss and that his body was demanding it, he needed a bath and right away. The people around him brought him back to a firm stance and were very embarrassed to realize that someone had seen his stimulus. "ohhhh ..... what do I do, where is a bathroom nearby, there are too many people around here, too much escapes me .... I must immediately reach an isolated place" he thought as his stimulus grew and grew again . He could hold her, but he was starting to feel signs of letting up. In his whole life he did not remember the last time he ran away like that and there in front of that door without realizing it with a worried look he turned and began to breathe slowly and to tremble. His hands were often going to his head and one of his legs was moving nervously. "oh ... what a piss I have to do, ..... damn where is a bathroom, I have to free myself ,, help ..." he thought. He started to walk with his legs tight and people were starting to stare. He had to find a bathroom immediately and immediately looked for a map of the village. With difficulty he found one on the corner and hopping he looked for where the sign of the toilets was, hard to find. He was sweating and hopping on the spot and it was impossible not to notice him without smiling, also thinking so much about the bathroom made him even more desperate and he was more and more afraid of having it on him. He made strange noises and was so busy holding her back that he struggled to find the mark. "uh ... everything okay?" A gentleman asked him. "YES ... Nothing" he lied to him armand that he didn't want to admit his need for him, but he was hopping and had a suffering face. "If you are looking for a bathroom, it is at the beginning of the village, right here. You can see that you just run away, stay calm and don't worry, everyone happens to have to pee. Take this road and then you can piss" the gentleman told him vulgarly. Armand went all red, he realized that his need was evident to everyone and to hear the words bath and pee his urge grew a lot. For a few seconds she imagined herself unzipping and pissing in front of the toilet, but then she returned to reality. Those few seconds of relaxation caused him a strong pang that made him lose a drop in his boxers. His hands snapped between his legs and he leaned forward slightly, his shocked face made him understand what had happened and Armand realized that he was risking a big fool. He felt the tip of his wet penis and noticed that his bladder was demanding to be released without listening to him. With large steps he began to walk towards the entrance, but nothing had ever seemed further away. In all his life she had never escaped him so much and never if she had made it to him and he certainly did not want to do it there in front of everyone. With a really desperate face and making strange noises he put his hand between his legs and began to say aloud ... "come on, come on" ..... His urge to piss was very high and he did not believe there was a small patch not visible on his boxers. The urge grew more and more and Armand was more and more desperate and he felt more and more that he was about to give in. He began to feel that his bladder was about to contract and shouting no with tears in his eyes he started running, touching his pea often. "oh no ... no .. I have to piss, I'm not there and I do it anymore, what happens to me where the bathroom is ..... I have to go ... ahh .... I have to piss ......" he thought or said aloud. In his mad rush Armand was bumping into more people and everyone was looking at him. He was really funny in his desperate attempt to reach the bathroom, but his urge kept growing and the bathroom was still far away. Meanwhile he felt more and more the pressure of his piss that he wanted to get out and Armand could not do anything to decrease it. Every second that passed made the situation more and more worrying and armand had to stop and started doing big hops on the spot. He had both hands on the package and squeezed his legs in an attempt to quell his urge. People looked at him amused and he was attracting attention., He had become the attraction of the village. "Ohhhh ... I can't do it anymore ..... hold up .... hold up ...... ohhhh. ... help ....... I'm still far away. " he would say to try to hold her. Suddenly, armand saw the toilet in the distance and thought he saw heaven. "Ahhh .. how nice ... the toilet .... I can finally piss, but ...... oh no.no ... ohh .... no ...."! he said aloud with all the people watching him, but soon after a huge pang hit him, his teeth clenched, he crossed his legs and he felt a strong pressure on his penis. A small splash wet his gray boxers and a small visible spot appeared on his blue jeans and Armand realized he was close to the limit. Everyone noticed that stain and stopped to look at it. The boy began to feel the piss that did everything to get out, he almost hurt and the pressure had never been so strong. He absolutely had to piss and he couldn't wait a minute longer. He had never escaped so much and now he couldn't hold her anymore. He felt his bladder about to burst and felt he had less and less power over his body. All of his attention was on his pea and an enormous anguish overtook him. He wanted to run, but he couldn't do it anymore, he was walking with tight steps and by now he had an audience watching him. "Oh my God. No I can't piss on myself, no I'm so close to the bathroom, here ..., here .. oh no ......." he repeated to himself, but by now he felt he was about to explode and without noticing the parts another, this time, big sketch. He felt, and indeed were, his boxers wet and dripping with drops running down his jeans. He realized that he was about to explode and started hopping on the spot with the stain now clearly visible to all. By doing so, his desperation reached its peak and he began to say aloud attracting everyone's attention "Oh no ...... I can't piss on myself, hold up .... hold up ...... .. . strength ..... ahhhh .... "He took another step, but then trembling all he understood that the time had come. His eyes widened, he felt his bladder contract and all the piss pounding for the exit. loud. With a face that said everything and shouting no, no, no he put his hands into fists and unwittingly, defeated by the force of his bladder, the jet shot from his penis and Armand began to piss on himself. The piss slammed from the boxers to his balls and then went down between his legs until he came out of his jeans, wetting his shoes. Under the gaze of many people his jeans became from light to dark creating two streams on his legs and Armand could no longer stop letting himself go completely. A sensation of pleasure never felt before him seized him and he let himself go to the joy of feeling the piss go down between his legs. "AHHHHHHHHH ............... finally .... AHHHHHHHH" he repeated ecstatically. A smile was created on his lips, his eyes went back, he looked like he was having an orgasm and he continued to do it. Under him a pool was created which, like a small river, flowed down into the village. After about two minutes he felt the jet finish and felt the last drops that wet his boxers. He looked down and saw his soaked jeans with the puddle under him and he really realized what had happened. They were still watching him, but most seemed amused and some even excited. Embarrassed he said "I pissed on myself ...... it happens ..." and without saying anything else happy for the pleasure felt, but also a little embarrassed he went to his car with soaked jeans knowing he had tried something new.
Now for revenge Armand wanted to see who had seen him so shrink like him now and he didn't know why but he wanted to try the experience again, besides he was also thirsty. Reaching the car he saw the gentleman from before. "Hi, I'm Ivan, did you like the experience?" Ivan told him. "um, these things happen, now I have to change" Armand replied embarrassed without really understanding what had happened. "Let me first explain my invention and how he could use it on your models to create a new genre," explained the scientist. "Invention how do you say? I don't understand ... I ....." Armand replied. "Look" .... Ivan said to him. Suddenly they saw a man running towards the parking lot, Armand recognized him as the man he had told him was the bathroom. He was walking nervously with an obvious need to pee and behind him he saw two other boys also desperate following him. Not paying too much attention to them all three went behind their cars and pulled down their pants and started pissing loudly. A smile appeared on their faces. "They were infected .... by her .... well she is outdoors so she infected few people, but indoors she could have infected everyone, but you see they don't know yet that tonight that virus ... that I created. ... it will make his bed wet, "Ivan told him.
"What ????? so it means that with this virus I could make someone piss on me?" Armand said to him "Sure, just like what happened to her. Well ... to be honest, I thought he was going to do it somewhere ........ and not that ..... well .. . if he did it under ..., but better this way. I know he liked the feeling and using this virus you think about how many viewers his models could have filmed in the same situation. I also made a video of him, but it is his staff don't worry .It is a new market also because the virus is spreading and soon the market will be large ... you saw how people looked at it .... and admit it you already want to see other men get it on, well it is so for all the infected, but maybe you have the chance now, "Ivan replied. Behind them appeared a 19-year-old boy, the very one who had closed the toilet to the tower. He was hopping, found the bathroom closed and was so desperate that he didn't even notice Armand's soaked jeans. He was about to drop his pants when Armand with a pleased smile did not want to miss the opportunity. "Excuse me .... could you show me the most convenient way to this hotel," he told him. The worried boy was hopping and retreated on his pants, but he was really bursting and couldn't sit still "Yes ....., mah .... sorry ........." he replied. " "How I don't understand ....." Armand told him. "Here ....... he has to go outside ... and then ... to the right ........... and then ...... Ahhhhhhh "said the boy, but he could not go on because a large stain appeared on his green pants that made it clear that he was about to give way. Trying to resist and with his face all red he could not drop his pants in time and he started to get it on in front of them. There was a loud fart and then the sound of piss falling on the floor. THE boy was ecstatic and let himself go completely. Excited and satisfied Armand turned to Ivan "Show me the potential of the his virus, "he said." As you wish, "the scientist replied.
Armand changed and during the drive Ivan explained to him how the rashi-virus worked, he also told him that it would be a matter of a short time before it was discovered and that he had to take advantage of it. To show how it worked, the scientist accompanied the entrepreneur to a gym very frequented by men only in a shopping center on the top floor and gave him special glasses with which he could see inside the clothes, monitor the bladder and also look in the other rooms. , because with some small drones Ivan was filming the whole scene. They were greeted by a 45-year-old man who was a salesman and was probably the head of the gym. They greeted him, paid for the ticket, but in the banknote he put one of his viruses so the man was infected and the two began to enjoy the scene. As they ran on the treadmill, one of the small drones soiled the gym bathroom so badly that the mall had to lock it with a code that only the mall manager had. That bathroom could not have been used for any reason and the only audience left was on the ground floor .... very far away. The two boys looked around there were at least 35 men inside the gym all muscular and a zumba class was about to start in the next room. Meanwhile, with glasses Ivan saw that the clerk was starting to have a swollen bladder.
Raphael was angry .... the bathroom had just become unusable and on top of that he was having a terrible piss. In his 20-year career such a thing had never happened and now he was thinking about where the nearest bathroom was. He absolutely could not leave his post, he had already been robbed once and could not happen again. Yet that he wants to piss that he had. He tried to keep a composed attitude, but the desire for him was so great that he was nervously moving his leg. He looked at his watch and saw that there were still four hours to go before the change, it was going to be a difficult afternoon. He had to think of something else and now. Not thinking about going to the gym and always having a change behind that day he had put on a pair of light, slightly ripped short jeans that showed his hairy legs. The minutes passed and the stimulus did not diminish, he crossed his legs, but he was useless, he tried to do some work on the computer so as not to think about it "Good morning" interrupted a customer, a young boy. "I'm here for the zumba test," he told him. "Ah yes .... uh ... sure., Second room on the right" he replied .. "Er ... everything okay? I see it ... strange" continued the boy. "Yes, sure .... no problem" the man lied to the boy who in the meantime had just infected. But Raphael realized that he had a problem that he could no longer ignore. He was now hopping in his chair and writhing. He couldn't think of anymore nothing and called into the microphone: "Michael is called to the counter with the utmost urgency ... soon," he said. A boy, who was a trainer, walked towards him "Er ... you can stop here for a moment, I have to ... solve something" Raphael told him that he did not want to admit in front of one of his employees that he was pissing "Sorry, but I have to finish the course, can you wait 20 minutes?" the boy told him. "Ah well ... sure, I know you can't now then in 20 minutes," the boss told him. The minutes passed very slowly and the boss was writhing in his chair. He couldn't leave his place, but he was becoming a real emergency. He wasn't a handsome man, but it was always fun to see someone desperate and sitting there Raphael was dancing up and down in his chair. His gaze was very worried and it was obvious to passersby what he needed. He started whispering under his breath cursing the uninhabitable bathroom and couldn't sit still. His bladder was reaching its limit and he was anxiously counting the minutes. After 20 minutes he was really desperate, his legs were tight and when he saw Michael he thanked heaven. The trainer came very calmly and told him. "Ok boss, it was a nice course, I just ....." he Couldn't finish the sentence that he heard himself scream "STOP HERE, I ..... THERE IS NO MORE." The trainer was shocked and by the look of his boss he understood what the problem was. Without saying anything, but secretly happy for the scene, he went to the cashier watching his boss run away with his hands between his legs a little alive and a little from the cameras on the desk. After 50 minutes of holding it like this Raphael without realizing it was walking really fast repeating oh god, oh god. He was having severe pains and every now and then he had to stop. He ran up a couple of stairs, being noticed by everyone in his search for the toilet. He was holding on with all his strength, and he wasn't far, but suddenly as he was taking the other stairs to go down he tripped, grabbed the handrail and found himself sitting on a step without hurting himself. The change in position caused his bladder to explode and he felt his ass get wet with his own urine. As if from a tap, his penis let go of everything, creating a stain on his short jeans and making a long stream of pee go down the stairs. Raphael was now relaxed and he doesn't know why he is happier. Embarrassed, he got up and had the stairs washed. Michael when he saw his head reduced so he burst into a big laugh teasing him a bit. He was his boss, but they were also friends and never would have imagined such a scene. Raphael changed, but he didn't know the show had just begun.
Adam was starting his third zumba class with enormous passion and for the occasion he was dressed in a beautiful red jumpsuit with long pants that covered his white briefs. He was a 26-year-old, black-haired, blue-eyed waiter with a fit physique, he loved spending his free time training. A quarter of an hour had passed since the meeting with Raphael and the class was now full. 15 men, all his age were watching their teacher play the music to do the exercises, Adam really wanted to let off steam. "Ok let's go in for an hour and a half guys, rhythm and no stop" said the teacher with joy. The music started and the boys started to move, but something started to upset Adam. He felt he needed to piss and a lot, but he could resist and yet there was something strange about him, he didn't know why, but he had a bad feeling. The songs went by and he realized he really had to piss, he couldn't ignore it anymore. His attention began to focus on his cock and he was struggling to move to the rhythm. Adam, however, did not dare to ask to go to the bathroom, he had not asked me about him in his life, an innate shame blocked him from asking. Even when he was at school he kept it for hours and prided himself on having always managed to hold it, also because he needed solitary and silent places to do it (which is why Ivan had chosen him). Yet after 40 minutes into the class he was really desperate, he was sweating terribly and was holding his piss with all his strength. He could no longer follow the moves and began to fidget, he didn't want to miss the lesson and he knew he could keep it. It was impossible for him to piss on himself as an adult, it would never happen to him. In the belief of her after a certain age she can always be kept, only those who let her go if they wear it. His body, however, despite his ideas, struggled more and more to hide all the pee in his bladder and began to nervously move a leg. Everyone in the room seemed more agitated, but he was now the most nervous and tried not to think about how much he had to piss, but that was now impossible. The teacher noticed this and the others too. "Hey Adam are you alright? Do you ... need anything ??" the teacher told him. "Er .... I ... can I go to the bathroom?" Adam answered incredulously. It was the first time that he asked for such a thing, he didn't even know how he had dared ..... already he was running away a lot. This teacher, however, had already been infected in the past by the rashi-virus and smiled from the opportunity that he had just happened to him. "Oh-oh. Does anyone need a diaper?" she replied, starting some laughter "I'm sorry, but the bathroom here is unusable, there is only the one in the commercial center but it would mean making everyone wait 20 minutes. You can wait another half hour, right ??? o maybe someone isn't there anymore? If you can't do it we'll give you a diaper "Adam went all red, that's just what he didn't want to hear. "Of course he can do it, what do you think I was saying so to say .." he yelled at him. Now Adam was intent on proving that he could do it and couldn't fail. His stimulus, however, had grown out of all proportion, he was breathing heavily and was always convinced that he could not make it on him. His heart was beating wildly and everyone was staring at him. "Ahhhh ... what a urge to piss, right here and I can't leave ...... uff ... it'll be a long time, I really have to pee ..." he thought in his mind. He slipped his hands between his legs several times and was trembling all over, he could not sit still, but the poor boy had not really realized he was at the limit. He was hopping, his gaze was worried and hopping on the spot, sometimes bending and taking on some strange shape, but you could see that he didn't want to make everyone understand that he really, really had to piss. It almost occurred to him to ask again to go to the bathroom and the teacher noticed it and immediately took advantage of the opportunity. "Ok 20 squats without weights and then rest" shout the teacher. Adam imagines themselves running towards his house and then finally standing in front of the toilet. He did not remember he had ever run away so much pee and only these 20 exercises were missing and then he could finally piss. "Oh ..... what a desire to piss ....... I am an adult we just need to do it on me, just don't give in, but ..... oh ......... uhh he thought. Meanwhile the first squat 1 began. Adam put his hands forward and bent his knees squatting. The movement was like a punch in the stomach for him, he felt the piss press towards the exit and an "Oh God" escaped him. Getting up was really difficult, but he did the exercise again with a lot of effort. 3 when he was squatting again he noticed that his penis was pressing hard on the suit making him see. 5 This time his bladder was starting to hurt and he felt like squeezing it. 6 he Had to really work hard to stop the jet7 Enough, he had never worked so hard. The teacher looked at him with a devilish smile, but he couldn't stop. 9 Adam bent his knees, but this time he felt his bladder contract completely. He felt like his belly was empty and all the force of his pee was directed towards his penis. It was a few seconds, but for Adam they were crucial. His face became very funny and the feeling of his bladder being so compressed made him realize that he could no longer hold it. He tried in vain, but this squat was really too much for anyone and like a bottle of champagne when the cork is too shaken, a jet of pee went out from Adam's penis that passed his white briefs and his red jumpsuit crashing to the floor. Adam with his knees bent was completely pissing himself in front of everyone, the sound echoed throughout the room and his eyes went back. Everyone looked at him in shock and his face was pure pleasure. A lake formed under him, his wet suit showed all his briefs turning yellow and those in the room could see the jet come out and descend to the floor. When he finished Adam couldn't believe it, he was standing there with his mouth open and had just pissed on himself as an adult. |
I am so sorry in advance to those who read...whatever this is
10 hours. 10 damned hours since Kira last relieved his bladder. Why was this happening to him?? All he wanted was to go home, but for some reason, somehow, he kept getting into impossible situations today...
He first realized he’d had to go about 6 hours ago. He’d been walking along the street from his job and decided to stop by a café to have a quick snack and let it out, only to find that the restrooms were out of order. Although slightly embarrassed, Kira thought it no big deal and played it off. He decided, then, to just walk home and use the restroom there. Unfortunately, about a third of the way there and an hour later, Kira found the sidewalk on the way to his house was undergoing construction, and he wouldn’t be able to walk that way. Not wanting to draw too much attention by walking on the grass around the site, he decided to take a detour. By then, Kira's need was beginning to become more present, and he was feeling irritated at his failure to have already relieved himself. He increased his walking pace, wanting to get home as soon as possible.
Kira very much disliked the feeling of a full bladder. The pressure underneath his stomach was just so uncomfortable to him, nevermind the light arousal that came after being full for longer than usual. It made it so hard to look normal, and Kira hated negative attention…It was so embarrassing. Wetting himself with a hard-on in public would have to be one of the worst things Kira could imagine happening to him.
Unluckily for him, It was the detour that proved to be what crossed this line of arousal for Kira's body. About half an hour into his alternative route, Kira was stopped once more. This time, a crime scene with an ongoing investigation. “No way this can be happening!” Kira thought to himself, astonished at the poor timing. Kira wanted nothing to do with the police, and so, having no way else home, turned back in search of public facilities, however, once back where he started near the road construction on his original path home, Kira felt the pressure in his body hit a certain sweet spot, sending pleasure through his body. He gulped, “No…I can’t let this happen to me…I must hurry to a restroom before it becomes noticeable…” Kira thought, now facing the threat of both public erection and pants wetting.
He began nearly jogging by shops, pleading with the world that one would have a publicly available place to go. He could no longer go to places that required a purchase, as he’d used up the last of his pocket cash on the café meal. Kira was becoming distressed. Another hour passed with no luck, and both ways home were still off-limits. Kira was flushed and visibly uncomfortable as arousal clouded his mind. Why? Why did it feel so good? Kira wanted to disappear. His desperation now visible, he felt as though he’d already lost. He had to wear his jacket around his waist to hide his erection and felt miserable.
It had really been 9 hours... Kira couldn’t remember that last time he’d gone this long without urinating. It was starting to hurt and it was getting hard to hold back. He had to focus on straining his body to hold back the flood within. Kira felt himself sweating from the sheer effort it took to clench the tiny muscles shut. His body wanted so badly to give in to the sheer amount of urine sitting inside him. He was beyond full. He spent the next hour pacing desperately, silently praying for a solution to his urgent problem.
Now…10 hours. 10 damned hours since Kira last relieved his bladder. It was leaking now! I was leaking so bad that his boxers were becoming damp. Kira wanted to cry. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer than this. He needed to think fast. Subtly pee-dancing, Kira used all his self-restraint not to grab himself, instead, balling his fists against his thighs as he nearly doubled over. It was painfully obvious now that the man needed to urinate despite his self control. Kira saw no other way out of this. He had to approach someone's house; something that he, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t think twice about doing. He knocked on the door of a random resident with great urgency, squirming in place, wishing with every fiber of his being that he could just vanish. This was the most embarrassing thing he’d ever done!
A kind looking young man opened the door and before Kira could say a word, he felt himself beginning to cry. Unable to speak, he did the unthinkable and pressed his hands between his legs to convey the seriousness of his need. The man seemed to understand and carefully helped him inside. That’s when the worst happened. Kira just couldn’t hold it back a moment longer. With a pained, humiliated groan, he fell to the floor as it all began forcefully gushing out of him. He trembled and cried on his hands and knees, still unable to speak as it happened. The heat filling his pants certainly didn’t help with his now only semi-hard dick. The sound of urine pooling beneath him was loud in all the worst ways, but he couldn’t help but enjoy the utter relief of his poor strained bladder finally relaxing as it drained its overwhelming contents. The feeling was so great that Kira's hands tensed as if they were trying to grip the floor beneath him. He shuddered and sighed. Finally, when the stream slowed to a stop, Kira felt the man's hand rubbing his back.
“Are you alright, sir? Do you want me to call someone for you?”
“I’m so, so sorry!” was the only thing the mortified Kira could manage before he burst into tears once more. |
This is a new story I'm working on. It involved male wetting and embarrassment and a little female desperation. I'm thinking about adding more chapters after this one. I'm open to suggestions about where it may go. Maybe something with Abby having an accident next? Let me know your thoughts!
"Come on, it will be fun, plus if win, it's a $1,000 prize" Abby was begging her twin brother Adam to come join her team for a bar night trivia, after one of their friends dropped out. Adam was reluctant though, "I don't know, who else is going to this thing." Well, it's just me, Megan and Katie." Adam could take or leave Megan, she was fun to hang out with sometimes, but she tended to be just a little too sarcastic for his taste. But Katie, that could sway him to come out. "Katie will be there?" Adam asked excitededly. Abby knew her brother always had a little crush on Katie and smiled slightly "yep, she sure will... and she's single now too you know." Adam was excited now at the chance to cozy up to Katie , but still tried to play it cool "Yeah, I guess. If you guys need a fourth. How are you getting to the bar tonight?" "How about you meet me back here at 7:00, we can take my car to Katie's apartment and meet the girl's there, then take the street car down? said Abby. Adam agreed, then went home to get ready for what suddenly became a very big night.
Adam meticulously rubbed product through his dark brown hair, pushing it to one side. Then put on a pair of slim-fit light blue jeans and a white button down shirt and rolled up the sleeves. It was simple, but complimented his body that he worked hard on. He wasn't a model by any means, but his youthful face and muscular 6'1 figure did grab plenty of girls attention. He took a big drink of water before he left his apartment, then drove his car to his sister's Abby's place.
Abby looked amazing herself. She had this mass of blonde, very curly hair that went halfway down her back. Her hair suited her, her feminine face, slim figure and piercing green eyes were in perfect contrast with her wild hair. Tonight she was dressed in a pair of skin-tight black jeans that made her very perky and round butt look amazing. She showed off a hint of her C-cup cleavage in a silky black low cut top. As soon as Adam walked in the door, his sister greeted him cheerfully "Hey, you ready to go." Yeah in a minute Adam replied "I actually just have to use the bathroom quick though." "We actually are in a bit of a rush, and you know how Megan is with getting ready, she'll take forever, can you hold it until we get there?" Adam was feeling a bit of pressure in his bladder, but understood Abby's point and agreed. Abby playfully said "You sure you'll be ok, remember what happened in 6th grade." How could Adam forget, the most embarrassing moment of his life was in 6th grade when he peed his pants on the school bus. Thankfully his sister was the only one who ever found out, and kept his secret. Adam fired back at Abby "oh right, you're one to talk, I'm pretty sure you were still wetting the bed at 17." Abby got defensive "ok, you what, stopped wetting the bed a month before I did, I don't think either of us can talk shit in this category." Abby had a point. Both twins wet the bed regularly until they were 17. And Adam didn't know it, but Abby had been struggling with small daytime leaks for the past year, and was rushing to the bathroom at least every two hours. Abby was actually wearing a panty liner right now inside her purple bikini cut panties. It was one of the reasons she choose black jeans, because it was less likely to show the liner. But after very carefully looking at her butt in the mirror, Abby determined there was no way anyone could tell, and felt confident in it.
When Adam and Abby got to Katie's apartment, Katie opened the door, and instantly gave Abby a hug. She had to reach up a bit to do it. Abby was 5'9 and wearing heels, and Katie was only 5'4. Katie looked incredible. She had this dark brown wavy, silky hair that flowed onto her shoulders, beautiful and massive light brown eyes and soft, somewhat pale porcelain skin. She was wearing a short black pleated skirt that flared out showing off her slender legs. She was also wearing this skin-tight long sleeve white top that show off a little of her D-cup breasts. "How are are you guys doing, can I get you anything?" Abby asked warmly. Adam was feeling the pressure in his bladder, and if he were alone would definitely be doing a bit of a pee-pee dance, but given the circumstances kept his composure "actually could I use your bathroom real quick"? "Megan's still getting ready, you know how she is, can I get you guys a drink though?" Adam was a little annoyed that he had to deal with his aching bladder as he was trying to flirt with Katie, but thought he could manage. Abby on the other hand was getting worried. She was feeling a strong pressure in her bladder. She didn't want to leak and use up her panty liner, especially not this early in the night. Abby got everyone a beer for the fridge and they sat down at some barstools next to the kitchen counter. Abby sat down and tighly crossed her slender legs and began to sip. Adam folded one leg over the other as well as he sat down. "So how's work going, are you busy down at the pharmacy?" Adam asked Katie. While she was only 26, Katie was the owner of a small private pharmacy. A bit of an odd profession for someone so young, but Katie always had a mind for business, and it definitely paid well. "Good, yeah, we are crazt busy lately, I actually had to just hire another person to keep up with the load." Katie was making very direct eye contact with Adam the entire time, and giving him subtle hints she was into him. As Adam was talking to her about his work as an engineer, she was tucking her hair behind her ear, and gently brushing her fingers along her cleavage. Adam was definitely starting to feel his bladder now, he uncrossed and recrossed his legs while sitting, just to keep himself from fidgeting too much in front of Katie. Abby, was struggling more. She had been quiet this whole time, with her legs twisted around each other tight, as she rocked her hips back and forth. "You doing ok there Abs?" Katie asked Abby. Abby didn't realize she made it that obvious she had to pee. But she was very close friends with Katie for years, and her twin brother and her were basically inseparable, so she didn't mind saying "I actually really need to pee, hopefully Megan is done soon."
Just then, Megan came out of the bathroom. Her long straight blonde hair flowing past her shoulders. She was wearing light blue mom jeans, but still tight in butt, showing off her ample curves. She paired it with a green crop top, showing off her toned abs. Abby sprinted up from her stool as soon as she saw Megan "you look amazing! gotta pee though" as she rushed past them. As she did, Abby felt the tiniest drop off pee release, hitting her panty liner. Abby tensed up her thigh muscles and rushed into the bathroom, ripped open her jeans and pulled them down as fast as she could before flinging her cute butt on the the toilet seat. She exhaled as she released an absolute torrent of pee into the bowl. Once finished she inspected her panty liner, it was definitely a bit damp. She hated that she had to wear these things, but it was better than going in her pants. Abby took a fresh liner out of her purse, slipped it into her panties, and flushed the old one down the toilet. When she pulled up her jeans she took a very close look at her butt in the mirror, just triple checking that no one could see any awkward lines with her panty liner. She was still a little on edge about the whole thing seeing how tight her black jeans were, but determined there was nothing to see.
When Abby stepped back out into the living room she was greeted warmly by Megan. "Oh my gosh, you seriously look hot tonight." said Megan as she gave abby a pinch on the butt "I mean, damn girl." Abby was more than a little uncomfortable with the butt pinch, worried that she would feel her panty liner, but Megan didn't seem to notice. Abby muttered out a chuckle "ok, how much have you had to drink already Megan?" Megan snapped back "oh come on, don't be such a prude, I just had one drink. You seriously look amazing though." Megan than put her arm around both Abby and Katie "Hey Adam, which of us three is the hottest." Katie gave Megan a sharp look, a little annoyed that she was making her flirting with Adam more uncomfortable. Abby saved Adam some face though, replying "umm, did you seriously just ask my twin brother if he thinks that his sister is hot." Megan bit her lip and giggled, "good point.... are we ready to win this trivia night thing or what?" Adam interjected "actually I need to run to the bathroom before we go." Katie, didn't really understand just how bad Adam needed to go and carelessly blurt out "we're actually a bit late because of MEGAN over here" and we can't miss the start of the contest or we'll be out, you can go when we get there. Adam didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Katie. Despite feeling a good amount of pressure in his groin and fighting the urge to dance, he made the decision to just hold it for now, and pee as soon as he got to the bar.
They all walked down to the streetcar, which would take them to the bar where trivia night was. It was standing room only on the street car, Adam and Katie both were hanging onto the same metal pole, while Megan and Abby were on the pole right next to them. Adam didn't even realize it, but he was swaying his hips side to side, trying to ease the pressure building up in his bladder. Despite going just 15 minutes ago, Abby felt her bladder start to build up too. She crossed her legs in front of her as well, relieving just a bit of pressure on her bladder. Abby spoke up "ok, don't make fun of me guys, but I seriously need to pee again." Katie joked to her, "I don't know how you live your life with how often you have to pee." Megan joined in "seriously, do you routinely just pee your pants or what?" Abby was a little embarrassed, knowing she did have frequent leaks and bedwetting issues, but joked back at them "very funny guys, no, I can honestly say that I have never peed my pants." Megan still in a light tone said "I don't know, you just seem like someone who peed their pants at some point past the age they were supposed to. Adam, was your sister a bedwetter, be real with us?" Adam looked at his sister, and they gave each other a knowing look before Adam said "Yeah, I can honestly say I've never seen her wet her pants, nor her bed." Katie came to Abby's defense "You are being ridiculous, Megan, chill out." Abby then changed the topic, "hey have you seen any good movies lately?" As Adam chit chatted, he felt the pressure of his bladder get more intense. He was definitely shifting his weight from side to side. And just then, he felt a wave of pressure overtake him. Adam tensed every muscle in his body, and thankfully was able to stem off his pee before any released. He looked to the group, and none of them seemed the wiser, but he really had to be careful now, and run to the bathroom as soon as he could.
When the group got to the bar, both Adam and Abby immediately started looking around for the bathroom.
Adam spotted them first, and was disappointed when he saw the large, two room bar only had two single stall bathroom and a line of 8 people had already formed. Abby did a quick, short stepped shuffle, swaying her hips back and forth as she darted to the back of the line "ok, are there seriously just two stalls for this entire place?" Abby said to the rest of the group, as she shuffled in place. Adam did not want to embarrass himself in front of Katie and do a "pee-pee" dance, but his bladder was incredibly full, and he had to tense up his leg muscles to just keep back the waves of pressure. After a couple beers, Abby's ability yo hold her pee back was compromised. She pressed her palms deep into her thighs and bent forward slightly "hey guys, I seriously need to go first, I gotta go" Abby said. Katie laughed a bit "you are seriously ridiculous Abby, you went like 30 minutes ago. That's cool though, I'm a big girl and can wait 30 seconds for you."
Adam needed to distract himself from his bladder and made small talk with Katie while in line "So, when people at your pharmacy buy weird items together, are you just numb to it, or do you notice when someone comes in for icy-hot and condoms at 2 am?" Katie laugh at his comment "oh I definitely notice. I mean, I don't really work my own register too often. But I definitely make up stories and question people's purchases when I do. I don't say anything obviously but I'm totally judging them silently" Katie laughed.
As Abby waited in line, her legs crossed like pretzels she felt an immense wave of pressure, she took a sharp breath in, then felt just a tiny drop of pee come out of her, and hit her panty liner. She tried to play it off cool, but her eyes bulged out and her face dropped as she felt the small leak. "You sure you're alright there Abby?" Katie giggled as she noticed her face. Abby's face turned a bit red. "Yeah, totally fine, why?" "Because you made a face like you just pissed your pants a little?" Abby's face turned red as shot back "totally dry, don't worry" and gestured to her crotch then turned to show her firm butt to Megan and Katie, proving it's dry in a cheeky sort of way." Adam wanted to laugh along, but his own intense pressure of his bladder was in a similar spot. It was getting difficult to stand in one place without leaking into his light blue jeans. Just then someone came out of the bathroom stall and Katie rushed in. She slammed the door behind her, and yanked down her tight black jeans. Before her butt even hit the porcelain a strong jet of pee escaped out of her. It was a close fall for sure, but she made it out ok, and didn't even need to change her panty liner. She had to be careful not to drink too much during the trivia contest though.
Adam was next up line, and the two minutes waiting for his sister seemed like hours. As soon as she stepped out he was ready to rush in and release the pressure building up inside him. He then felt a soft hand on his chest. Katie's beautiful brown eyes were looking at him "Hey, I actually need to go pretty bad, can I cut in line. pleeease" she asked as she did a cute little curtsey." Adam wanted to scream no, but she just looked so sexy with her slender legs in that pleated mini skirt, he couldn't say no to her. He could hold it another 30 seconds right? "yeah, go ahead not a problem Katie" he answered. Now that Katie was out of sight, Adam started shifting his weight back and forth, and pressed his palms into his thighs, trying to hold back the waves of pressure. He could feel his pee trying to escape, and he had to fight just to keep it from leaking out. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, Katie came out of the stall. As he was about to walk in, Megan came up behind them. Hey guys, we gotta go trivia is about to start and we gotta get signed in or we'll lose our spot come on. Adam looked longingly at the empty bathroom, but Katie just grabbed his hand and led him to the separate bar area where trivia was being held. He didn't want to embarrass himself and admit how bad his situation is and pull away from Katie, so he just went along with it. He could just go after the first question right?
The group walked over to small circular high table without any chair. Adam immediately leaned forward on it, to help ease the pressure in his bladder. Katie, Abby and Megan all crowded around him, setting their drinks on the small table.
"Listen up contestants!" the announcer, a larger build man with a beard and a flanned shirt called out in a deep voice "This is the geeks who drink finals, and that means the winning team will walk away with a $1,000 prize. While want you to drink and have fun, we take this seriously. That means if we see your phone out, your disqualified. And don't think you can look up answers in the bathroom either. Anyone who leaves this area, can't come back in. Alright let's get onto the first question." Adam and Abby both looked at each other. Abby knew hot bad her brother had to pee, and didn't know how to help him. Adam, worried about his own bladder, also worried about his sister, knowing she struggled with holding her pee as well. Thankfully, Abby was good for now as she just went, She just had to watch how much she drank so her bladder didn't full up too quickly. She looked over to Adam, and could just read the dread on his face. He was leaning forward and one hand was in his pocket. She could tell that he was struggling.
"First question" the announcer called out. "If you order white tea in China, what would you get." Adam knew the answer "Oh, the answer is boiled water." Megan was a little taken aback "What, how would you know that?" Abby chimed in "Trust me, I definitely brought the right guy, he's a fountain of useless information." Katie gave Adam a smile "you're just very cultured aren't you" Adam in a sarcastic British accent said "well, compared to most people in the colonies, I am quite a cultured man." Katie gave him a playful smack on the arm. Adam would normally be in heaven, but his aching bladder put a damper on things. Adam felt a huge wave of pressure overtake him, forcing Adam to suddenly slam his thighs closed. He thankfully was able to keep any pee from escaping, but Abby noticed his face drop. She gave Adam a knowing sympathetic look, but didn't want to say anything and embarrass him. Megan however blurted out "What was that little move Adam?" Adam was a little embarrassed but tried cracking a joke "just need to rearrange things down there sometimes." Katie smiled at him, and his line seemed to work perfectly as she didn't realize just how bad his aching bladder was. He didn't want to mess things up with Katie and leave after a couple questions, if he just distracted himself he should be ok. And if he was ever in danger of having an accident he could just run to the bathroom, it would be fine right?
Several minutes went by, and Adam's' bladder slowly gut fuller and fuller as the group drank their beer. The announcer came out to the middle of the room "OK, next question. What is Lady Gaga's real name." Katie looked to Adam "OK, Mr. cultured, what's the answer?" Adam had no idea "Well, as a man of culture, I don't concern myself with such pedestrian things" he joked to Katie. Katie looked at Adam "don't worry I got this one, it's Stefani Germanotta" Katie then reached over and grabbed the pen out of Adam's hand to write the answer down. As she did, Katie batted her beatutiful brown eyes and she shifted her bodyweight, making sure her hips gently pressed into Adam's side. The amazing feeling of having Katie toned butt press into him was short-lived, as he felt a very quick, but very real short burst of warmth hit his boxers. He stepped back an inch and his thigh muscles tensed up as tight as he could. He was able to stop the flow of warm piss after just a half second. He prayed it didn't leave a stain, but he didn't want to draw attention to his crotch, and couldn't even look down and inspect the damage, especially not with Katie essentially in his lap. But he had to do something. He couldn't bare the thought of wetting himself as this this beautiful girl was pressed against him. Trivia had to be over soon. He could make it a few more minutes right? He didn't want to embarrass himself and disqualify the team just because he has a small bladder. He just needed something to distract himself. He noticed both his and Katie's drinks were empty. "I think it's time for a refill" Adam said as calmly and smoothly as possible, as to not give the girls any indication how bad he needed to be. Katie grabbed her glass and handed it to Adam and smiled "Ah, a true gentleman" with a sort of playful British accent. Adam looked to Abby. Abby was doing ok with her bladder, she was feeling a small urge to go, but could manage. She didn't want another beer though and risk things. "No, I'm good for now, thanks though" Abby said.
As Adam walked towards the bar, he took a quick look down and was relieved there was no stain from his small leak earlier. but he his bladder was in worse shape than he realized. He took very small, steady steps, and it took every ounce of strength to not just release it all. Despite his best efforts, it was too much. He stopped dead in his tracks as he felt another release. This time, roughly a second long before he was able to cut it off. He felt a little trickle of warmth hit his boxer briefs, and start to run down his upper thigh. He looked down and felt the blood rush from his head as he saw a small grape sized wet stain appear on his crotch. The good news, was this relieved just a little pressure from his bladder, and Adam felt he could go without anymore leaks for a bit. He made a beeline to the bar and made sure to stand close to it so no one could see his small accident. Thinking on his feet, Adam set the glasses down and grabbed a stack of napkins and started to dab at his crotch, hopefully drying it before he had to go back to the table. As he was doing this he heard a giggle "umm, can I help you sweetie." He looked up and the cute blonde bartended had a smirk on her face as she clearly watched him dab at his crotch. Adam tried to play it cool and made a fake laugh "ha, yeah I spilled something on my lap, sorry... can I just get two more beers please." The bartender just pursed her lips and took the glasses away, and Adam turned his attention back to his predicament and started dabbing his crotch again when. After a few second he heard another round of giggles. He looked to his left and saw two cute brunette girls starring at him "doing ok there guy?" One of the girls. Adam turned bright red with embarrassment "I just spilled something, bad spot right?" Adam tried to play it off. The two girls just covered their mouth and continued to giggle to themself. Adam just had to put the girls out his head, and focus on getting through the last bit of trivia without embarrassing himmself in front of Katie. As the bartender came back with the beers he took once more look down at his crotch, and was thankful that it was MOSTLY dry an invisible. He just had to make sure he walked back to the table away from the girls line of sight, and hide position himself behind the table. I mean, why would they look at his crotch? He would be fine. He would hand off the beers, than run to the bathroom. He couldn't risk it anymore. Dropping out of thee competition early would be better than peeing his pants in front oof Katie. He just had to hold on another couple minutes, then he could run to the bathroom and the whole evening would be saved. Right?
Adam was able to make his way back to the table and plop down the drinks without the girls being wiser to his predicament, but he was in pain. It took every ounce of his strength to not just start doing a potty dance on the spot in front of Katie. "Hey guys, I know the rules and everything, but I'm going to sneak out to the bathroom. I'll be back when it's over." Adam squeaked out embarrassed. Katie then rest her hand on his should "aww come on we need you" she said. Megan chimed in sarcastically "don't make the guy pee his pants Katie, geez." Katie snapped back at Megan "He's not 2 years old, he is not going to pee his pants." Just then, the announcer came over the loudspeaker, the next question, is 80's movie trivia" Katie got excited "see, who here knows that better than you, just one more question." Adam's bladder was about to explode any minute, the waves of immense pressure constant, the only was he could hold it was to sway his hips side to side and tense his thigh muscles as he possible could. Adam looked at his sister, and his sister could do nothing but give him a sympathetic look back. Seeing the color drained from Adam's face, she knew how bad he needed to go, but didn't want to embarrass him further. Adam was able to mumble out "sorry, I do need to go kinda bad." The announcer then asked the question "how many giga watts were needed to make the Dalorean travel through time in Back to the Future?" After the question Katie placed both hands on Adam's shoulders and mouthed "please." Adam just couldn't say no to Katie, even though he knew that he should run to the bathroom, he stayed. He could make it 5 more minutes right? Adam had seen the movie so many times, he KNEW the answer. But with his bladder screaming he couldn't think. If he was really thinking clearly he would have found a way to pee earlier, but his desire to impress Katie was messing with his judgement. Adam searched his brain for the answer, but all he could think about was the pressure in his bladder. It was no longer waves, it was a constant pinch in his groin. He felt that if he even moved an inch it would all just start flooding out then and there. His eyes met Katie's, and that's when he started to feel it. A VERY powerful jet of warm pee hit his underwear, and he felt it cascade down his left thigh. It was about 5 seconds of full-force peeing before Adam was able to stem the flow. He didn't dare look down and inspect the damage, but he could feel the wetness on his jeans about 4 inches down his leg. "OH. MY GOD!" He heard Megan yell out. Did you just "PISS your pants" Megan cackled as she pursed her lips together. Adam looked down instictively and he could feel the color drain from his face and his heart start race as he notice a pee stain the size of a grape fruit on his crotch. Adam looked up at his sister Abby who was just starring at Adam's crotch in shock. He then looked to Katie, whose beautiful brown eyes became as wide as saucers as she stared down at his pee stain. Katie let out a tiny "oh" and then covered her mouth her hand. Adam became panicked "I... I, no I spilled my drink, I mean come on.. I, I didn't... you know.. Katie, you believe me right." Megan was full on laughing out loud at this point "dude, that is NOT a spill" Adam couldn't take his eyes off Katie though, whose eyes were transfixed on the stain as she was clearly trying the best to suppress a laugh.
Abby was starting to feel bad about her brother's total humiliation. She tucked her curly hair behind her ear and said sweetly "maybe you should run to the bathroom." Adam was at a loss for words, all he could do was turn and book it as fast as he could to the bathroom. In his panicked state, he started releasing a few more quick spurts of warm pee as he rushed to the toiled. "Great, a line" he though as he saw 4 people waiting for the single stall bathroom. "What kind of bar has single stalls?" Adam tried desperately to hide the wet patch with one hand, he went up to a girl at the front of the line and touched her on the shoulder "excuse me I really, need to go, can I cut in front of you." The girl, to Adam's horror was the same cute brunette girl who watched him dab at his crotch at the bar earlier. The brunette girl was startled by Adam and clearly saw Adam was in bad shape as he was dancing on the spot and grabbing at his groin. All the girl could muster out was an "oh" and buried her head into her friend's should as they both started giggling to themselves. One of the guy's in the back of the line chimed in, "bro are you serious right now." Adam looked around in a panic. He realized several eyes of the people at the bar were on him, and worst of all, he saw that Abby and Katie both followed him to the bathroom line. At that moment, Adam's bladder fully gave out. He felt a powerful, warm and steady stream release out of him. The pee instantly soaked he front of his pants and started traveling down both legs. The crowd around Adam just gawked, girls were giggling, he heard one one guy shout "look that guy's peeing his pants!" Adam was in a state of shock and just stood there as his torrent of pee continued to pour out of him, down his legs and onto the wooden. He looked over at Abby, who just said shyly "oh Adam" and gave him a sympathetic smile. Abby then slowly walked up to Adam, as the crowd started to form a circle around this grown man who just wet his pants in a bar. She stood in front of him and grabbed her short skirt to flare it out and try to block the crowd from seeing his pee stain. Katie put her other hand on Adam's shoulder and whispered "it's ok, it's ok, these things happen." As someone finally came out of the single stall bathroom Katie went turned to the brunette girl next in line and said "hey, my friend here needs to go next." Adam slumped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
Once allow he started to asses the damage and it was bad. He was completely soakeded down both pant legs to his ankles, and with his light colored jeans it was incredibly obvious. He finished releasing the small amount that was left in his bladder into the toilet, and then did his best to clean up. He took big chunks of toilet paper and started wiping furiously at his pants, but it did almost nothing. What was his move now? He already pissed his pants in front of Katie and an entire bar full of people, it couldn't get any worse. Does he try to duck out and get home without talking to the girls? but how, they were his ride, and he didn't want to call an uber in this state. He hated this option, but he figured his least embarrassing bet was to ask Abby to give him a ride home. He took a deep breath and prepared to walk out of the bathroom in his obviously wet pants. Several people watched Adam as he came out and he could feel all eyes on him, as murmurs and giggles echoed through the crowd. As he walked up to his table where the girls were Megan's jaw dropped and she doubled over laughing. Abby looked forward and stared at his crotch in shock. Katie was the only who actually looked sympathetic. She gave him a shy reassuring smile then turned to Megan and said sharply "cut it out, it's not funny."
Adam swallowed in and said meekly to Abby "hey, are you able to give me a lift home." Abby looked at him and regretfully said "Sure, but hey, the thing is my car new and I don't want to ruin my seats, we need to find a towel or something first." Adam was a little annoyed by her answer, but understsood, but he just wanted this humiliation over as soon as possible, and in this state of mind didn't even know what to suggest. He just stared blankly back at Abby "I mean, I guess, I, I just don't have one, I mean, what am I supposed to do here." Katie tried to cheer the whole situation up and chimed in "hey you know what, my pharmacy is just a block from here, why don't we go there, I can get you some sweatpants, and there is a company car we use for for deliveries, I can give you a ride back." Adam hated this option, he didn't want to have his dream girl help clean him up after peeing himself, but at this point her didn't have any better options. And he just sheepishly shook his head yes.
Adam followed Katie outside as they made their way down to her pharmacy two blocks away. As they stepped out, a young couple instantly saw the state of Adam's pants, and he heard the girl make an audible gawk and whisper something to her boyfriend. Adam just looked down sheepishly, then glanced at Katie whose face turned red as well, now clearly embarrassed to be seen with Adam. Adam said sheepishly "I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you." Adam could tell that she was, but Katie would never admit that "no, of course not. It's ok, really, these things happen." Katie said trying to force a smile back at Adam.
Katie and Adam walked in total silence until they got to the pharmacy. It was closed, but as the owner Katie took out her keys and opened the place up. "Hey, why don't you just head to the bathroom in the back, I'll grab a couple things for you." Adam was completely humiliated in front of his crush. He just nodded his head and slumped to the bathroom. Once inside he started to desperately dry his pants with a paper towel, but it was futile. It was still glaringly obvious, with his light blue jeans soaked down both legs to his ankles. Plus, he already embarrassed himself in front of Katie, in front of his sister and in front of an entire bar full of people. How much worse could it get.
Katie knocked on the door "can I come in" Katie asked shyly. Adam gave her the ok and she slowly creeped into the bathroom, tucker her wavy hair behind her ears and tried to force being cheery "so I figured you were a large in sweatpants" as she held up some gray sweatpants for him to change into. Katie started to cringe as she brought out a package of depend diapers from behind her back "and, umm, we don't have any underwear, but we do have these. I'm not saying you need them.... you're, just an option if you didn't want to go commando, I'm sorry.... it's ok though if you do need them... it's just, yeah." Adam turned beet red "I don't need them" he said adamently, "but thank you, I think I'll just go without...." Katie just gave a shy smile, gave another long look down at Adam's wet pants and said "I'll just wait outside"
Adam changed into the sweatpants, and put his wet pants and underwear into a plastic bag and headed out of the bathroom to face Katie. "Hey, I just want to thank you for being so sweet to me, after, you know, the most humiliating moment of my life." Katie gave a genuine smile "don't mention it, it could have happened to any of us" as Katie wrapped her arms tight around Adam. Adam embraced her hug, putting his hands on the small of her back. He wanted nothing more to kiss her in this moment, but after what happened, he wasn't so sure she was into him anymore. Katie gave Adam a quick peck on the cheek, and all of Adam's worry faded away. He didn't want to ask her out in this state. But maybe his chances weren't over yet. |
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Chapter Three: Bus-stop Madness
“Hey, Alexis, what’ve you got in your hand there?”
“Oh, this, it’s just a bunch cream for my knees—you know, when I fell that day.”
She looks away as her face turns slightly pink.
“Hey, listen, about that day, I just want to let you know that there’s no shame in what happened; it was just bad luck.”
“Shame? Why would I feel shameful?”
“Well, you seemed embarrassed, and not like your usual self—I mean, I thought after you fell, you’d say some clever thing or a joke of some kind; but your face just turned red”—as it’s turning so slightly now—“when I saw you you wet yourself a little that day. Heck, you couldn’t even look me in my eye!”
Her face is now fully red, and she stutters:
“I—I.. wasn—wasn’t shameful.. it’s just.. I..”
“Hey, like I said, no shame, right?”
She nods.
“Anyways, anything new going on?”
As I try to change the subject, I could see her mind continuing to dwell on what had happened—
“—anything new going on?”
I’ve repeated myself and she still in a dozed-off trance.
“Alexis!”
“Huh! Yeah.. what’s up?.. oh right, the new—what new’s going on.. uhmmmm.. yeah, I started reading this new book; it’s a horror.”
“How come you like reading horrors so much—so much that you’re willing to risk.. you know.. potentially embarrassing yourself.. you know?”
Her mind seems to come back to the present, as her face lights up and eyes widen back to how she normally is:
“Ugh, Jooohn, you just don’t get it; these horror books are just so thrilling to read—there’s usually some kind of tension that starts, and it helps to picture yourself there alongside the characters. You expect one thing, and then—boom—this thing comes out of nowhere; and when I’m pretending to be in the story, by using my imagination, it actually scares me a little bit: I get goosebumps all over my body, thinking: ‘what if that thing is behind me, following me.’”
“Right, I understand, it’s a kind of experience you immerse yourself in, making the book more interesting than simply reading the words.. but.. and stop me when I get too awkward—“
She initially looking away, but as she hears my stammering, she turns her face to my face, her eyes staring at me in an innocent gaze:
“Hm..?”
She smiles ever so slightly.
“...What..?”
“Well.. I’ve.. noticed that you’ve lately been doing your whole “immersive horror experience” when you have to go to the bathroom. It’s got me thinking maybe you make yourself desperate to amplify the immersion of horror?”
Her confidence slightly shrivels away, and her eyes stray away from mine, as if I’ve read her mind and uncovered some sort of secret. She bites the left corner of her lip out of nervousness—but suddenly her confidence quickly rejuvenates, as if she’d found the perfect excuse for her predicament:
“Well, yeah, I guess you could say I do do that. I—“
I attempt to break the obvious awkward ice wall I’ve partitioned between ourselves.
“Oh, you also have to do do-do for your immers—“
“Ugh, no, what the fuck John!”
“Hahahahaha! Hey, look, you said it; you said—“
“No, I was trying to say that I—“
“That ‘I like holding my do-do, too.’”
“HHHHAHAHAhahahhehe—huuuuuu!—“
I cough hard.
She punches me with the swiftest, hardest punch in my gut, cutting my laughter, and gives me the sternest look:
“Hey, will you shut the fuck up for a moment you dumbass! I meant to say that I do-d—I do make myself desperate sometimes when the horror starts to get intense, so that the tension will get me scared more easily. It’s not the other way around.. it’s not like I make myself desperate so the horror will scare me enough to pee out of fear or something—“
She catches herself, and cuts mid-speech, but ultimately too late, as she reveals too much out of annoyance and nervousness..
Hm, I never thought she was doing the latter; but why did she mention that; I didn’t ask her about it. Does she actually make herself desperate so that the horror will scare her enough into wetting? Can a book even do that to someone? Or does she role-play as the protagonist and wets herself a little when the protagonist gets scared?
“So, I presume, it works then, right?.. makes it immersive?”
“Yeah..”
“Soooo, are you desperate now—I mean.. are—you.. you’ve got your new horror book now, so are you doing your trick now?”
She bursts out laughing, though evidently a nervous, fake laugh. Her smile slowly disappears and her face becomes red again. She breaks eye contact with me and turns her face halfway ahead and away from mine.
“I..”
“I..”
“Ugh, John, why are you asking me such dumb questions? You remember what happened when you suggested bad ideas last time, you lost your balls?”
“Hey! That was because you scared the fuck out of me—ugh, look what you’re making me do: cursing; I’m becoming like you now. I just hope I don’t start wetting myself—“
She turns to face me in the swiftest manner, as if a honing missile has found its target rendered for destruction. She brings her lips together and gives me a mile-long stare, and starts raising her arms in anger—though evidently playful and banter-like.
She lands a few slaps and punches, and I block a few of them. But, to get her to stop, I went on the offensive, tickling her and poking her sides with my fingers: the worse and most effective tickling maneuver known to man.
“He—haha—stop, stoooo—hahahahehehe. He—ah—hey, that’s no fair—hehehe.
I keep tickling her as it has effectively gotten her to stop punching me.
“He—ahhh—stop, you’re gonna make me pee, you’re gonna make me pee—stop, HAhahehehehe..
I didn’t hear her say stop—
“Sto—hahahahehehehehe—hahahaha—
She loudly gasps and swiftly looks down, and a little dark spot formed on the taint-crotch area of her jeans. I stop and am shocked.. I pitied her that I’ve just made her wet herself. I raise my hands and slowly shake my head in disbelief, profusely apologizing:
“H—hey.. I’m sorry, Im sorry.. I’m so.. sorry.. I—“
She swiftly looks back up at me and turns bright red in the blink of an eye.. but she doesn’t saying.
I seriously thought she’d be searing with anger and throw punches; but she.. was—her face was.. red—out of shyness and embarrassment, again, but also what seems like arousal—and she began biting her left index finger.. again; she was looking, oh so innocently, into my eyes.
At this point, I’m totally confounded..
And in that moment, I saw the dark patch on her taint-crotch get wider ever so slowly. Her eyelids initially opened wide—her pupils staring directly into mine—slowly shrunk, as if she took pleasure in it. She bites her bottom lip, and lifts her shirt slight for a better look at her growing patch; then her eyes darts back to mine, while her head still as a statue.
I was in a trance, frozen, mesmerized.. she kept going, kept wetting, little-by-little, as her piss slowly traveled up to the front of her crotch. My heart was pounding and I could start to feel a chub. I was sweating, and it felt like an inferno was kindled in my chest, slowly traveling down to my nether regions: I started getting hard, not thinking twice about pitching a tent in my khakis.
But that’s when I noticed too late that she noticed—I guess it was a tit-for-tat: I see her wet herself and she sees me pitch a tent. Her eyelids widened back, her head honed at my crotch, and stared, her index finger frozen in place just above the left corner of her bottom lip, her jaw slightly opened, for what feels like an eternity. My wood has entranced her. It did not help that I saw her unconsciously lick the right corner of her lip; it seems she let that slip.
In her fixation on my throbbing wood, pulsating to the rhythm of my heartbeat through my khakis, she forgot herself and let out a little more, until the dark patch ever so slightly began to travel down her slim upper inner thigh, darkening her light blue jeans a little more below her crotch; and in proportion I got more harder, my khakis revealing my protruding head, feeling the blood in my blazing heart flow per pulse into my manhood: I feel she could make me explode hands-free with the power of her unwavering gaze, her sexy smooth hips and slim, muscular thighs and skintight light blue jeans, accentuating her phenomenal waist and legs; and so wonderfully darkened crotch as it gets soaked by her piss.
What I would give to place my right hand between and into her warm inner thighs; making her shiver thereby and goosebumps travel all across her body, her jaw opening wide and her moan pierce into my ears while her eyes roll up in pure ecstasy; my hand placing pressure against her as she dribbles a little more into my hand, and feeling her warmth spread across it, while I cup tightly over her piss-soaked jeans her throbbing and quivering p—
“John! Hey! How you been!”, echoed in from down the sidewalk.
You see me in the distance, calling to me.
Sirens go off in both our heads as your calling my name breaks the state she and I have entranced ourselves therein and ruining my day dream. You make her jolt back to reality, and she accidentally lets out a jet of piss, enough to make her jeans glisten in the sunset and the dark patch travel down to the top of the side of her knees, while lateral projections of darkness shoot from the front of her crotch across her upper right thigh, a few drops settling therein and dribbling down drops leaving behind its dark trails down her upper right leg. I quickly hug her, as I attempt to shield my hard-on, but also her soaked jeans. My tent perfectly placed in her soaked crotch—like a ball-in-socket—and I feel her wetness travel to my khakis, briefs underneath, warming them, and ultimately my throbbing wood.
It caught her by surprise, as my body embraced her body, and she lets out a subdued moan in my right ear. My hug placed pressure on her bladder and I felt more warmth on my crotch and traveling down my legs.
She’s pissing herself, and getting it on me!
I could’ve busted into a million pieces right then and there if we were not so public and you not watching us!
I quickly blurted out a lie to get you away:
“Hey, Alexis is upset at the moment! I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay, John. I hope everything is okay!”
Later that day, late into the night:
I got home late after leaving Alexis’ place, and your interruption earlier today crosses my mind:
‘Ugh, why did you have to come out of nowhere; then again, that is where I always meet you to catch-up. Oh do I have a story for you. We couldn’t take the bus back to each of our homes, since she was soaked and our hug had dampened my khakis, so we walked. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow and catch you up on how the rest of today went!’ |
I couldn’t not watch her!
What are you supposed to do when you are somewhere in public and the person sitting right opposite you is doing something that seriously turns you on? I mean to anyone else she might as well be sitting naked twiddling her nipples…but to me what she was doing was every bit as enticing and amazing.
I’d seen her at least a few times before. I assume she works in the city too because we get the same commuter train most days and I’ve spotted her in the sane carriage as me now lots. She’s always very smartly dressed in suit dresses or blouse and skirt and that gorgeous long brown hair that today is half tied back in a plait but with half of it still loose. I’m guessing she’s mid to late thirties but as no-one talks to strangers on trains I don’t even know her name let alone her age. But one thing I do now know, and which is making it impossible to take my eyes off her, is that she really needs to go to the bathroom but she can’t.
How do I know this? Well I started having suspicions back at the platform. I was standing not far from the escalator when I saw her out the corner of my eye. As the announcement came over the tannoy that the train was delayed I noticed she wasn’t standing still like most of the rest of us and pacing a bit. Perhaps she was tired or late or had had a long day? It did cross my mind she just might need the loo but I am guilty of thinking that, of woman especially it has to be said, a little too often. Then the train came and she climbed on and sat opposite me gazing out the window with her legs crossed. Again that might have just been comfort or feeling a little cold or whatever so I tried hard not to overthink it. That was until we set off and we hadn’t even reached the first station when she shuffled on her seat and then crossed her legs the other way. That peaked my interest as she most definitely seemed restless and anxious about something. Her eyes then seemed to shift from the window to inside the carriage. With all the seats taken and a number of people standing I thought she might be looking for someone but instead of looking at the people she appeared to be looking at signs on the train itself and I noticed she had her top lip over her bottom one like she was worried or thinking hard about something.
In all the times I’d recalled seeing her before she’d never seemed this anxious or agitated. Whatever she was looking for she seemed to decide against it and instead resumed looking out the window but now with an arm around her tummy. Was she feeling hungry or unwell? Her cheeks did seem a little flushed now I could see them. She almost caught me looking so I immediately looked away and down at my feet. That’s when I noticed her feet. Although her legs were crossed the foot on the floor was actually moving and the black heeled shoes were bouncing up and down slightly constantly. I think that was the moment I realised I was right after all: this female stranger in front of me was nursing a full bladder. The reaction that had on me was instant and somewhat embarrassing on a public train!
We passed a few stations with more people getting off than on and the standing passengers slowly getting less and less. She sat there tense and tightly crossed legged with her legs showing and her skirt now above her knees and the arm that was around her tummy now resting on her thigh rubbing it slowly like she might have cramp or something. After another few stops the person beside her got off and only one person remained standing, by choice as there was now a few empty seats available. She uncrossed her legs at this point and wriggled as if trying to get comfortable. I didn’t want to stare but I was captivated by her every move now wondering when she might have last had that skirt lifted up or her knickers pulled down and her bottom on a toilet. Had she had to hold perhaps for a full day at work or maybe through long meetings? Had she drank much throughout the day? It wasn’t helping my own body much at all and I was getting anxious that my body might get me into trouble if I wasn’t careful.
Then the train seemed to halt for a bit. This wasn’t of itself that unusual and rarely lasted long. Usually just a red signal or something and very common since the train was running a bit later than scheduled. In the quietness of the carriage I heard her give a little sigh before shaking a leg a little and changing position yet again. Now her hand was patting on her upper leg rhythmically as her eyes darted around the train again anxiously. Something was clearly really stressing her! Then we both jumped at the noises of a door clanging shut as I turned to see the ticket inspector coming through. I got my ticket out my pocket, feeling my erect penis and hoping no-one else would notice it as the female in front of me rummaged in her handbag by her feet for her ticket. As she pulled her head back up I couldn’t help but see her eyes looked concerned, anxious, worried. She pushed her thighs together and sighed again.
When the ticket inspector reached us that’s when I finally heard what my body longed for when a beautiful female voice in front of me quietly asked the train employee if there was a toilet on board. I knew it! She must be absolutely bursting because her cheeks were so red and even her neck was blotching with the embarrassment of asking.
“Sorry mam. It’s out of order but there should be some at the station you can use.”
I had to turn towards the windows so that my throbbing erect dick didn’t bulge out my trousers! She never said anything back as I heard the conductor walk on by. Should I say something? It’s not really the thing on public transport and given how seriously aroused I now was that probably wasn’t a good idea anyway. So for the next twenty minutes I got to watch this beautiful professional woman struggle to hold her bladder in public! She must have known I’d heard her ask? Or maybe she just really needed to go so much now? Whatever it was things seemed to change from subtle to far more obvious very quickly.
I watched her fidget, twirl her hair anxiously, bounce her legs, scissor her knees in and out, cross and uncross her legs, wrap her arm around her bladder area, sit back on the seat then on the edge of the seat, sit sideways, then forwards, then facing the windows again. She changed position that often I lost track of it all, all the time her cheeks staying flushed, her forehead sweating, her hands and legs moving around like she didn’t know what to do with them! We hadn’t stayed stationary long and now we were chug chugging steadily towards what was my destination. For once though I didn’t want to get off the train because I needed to know what might happen to her. Would she make it to a station toilet or not?
The rational part of my mind took over though and as we approached the stop before mine I gathered my bag ready to stand, only to notice the lady do the same! I stood at the doors ready to get off as she pee danced right beside me her shoes tapping loudly on the train floor. Now I was sweating too! Our eyes met and with the train much more quieter I felt I should say something as it seemed awkward not to.
“You ok?”
“No! You don’t happen to know if there’s a ladies at this station? I’m meant to be going to Oakdale but I can’t wait any longer!”
“They are by the main entrance by the ticket office.”
“Is it far?”
As I pressed for the doors to open and we stepped out together I replied.
“Up those stairs then turn right. You should see them signposted.”
I kept walking but then she seemed to disappear. I looked behind me to see her struggling to walk, her hand on the front of her crotch as she bent forwards. I couldn’t leave her. I couldn’t be that cruel. I walked back towards her hearing her almost crying.
“Is it bad?”
She nodded making my dick shake with desire. I looked around the platform checking for cameras as I had an idea.
“If you can’t make it to the ladies you could maybe go behind that huge advertisement board there?”
She nodded again and hobbled towards it. I didn’t know if I should walk away or wait or what, my hard on so thick and large in my jeans I thought the material might rip!
“Keep watching please!” I heard her sexy voice say so I walked quickly to the board and stood at the side.
I didn’t dare look, as much as I wanted to, but the sound alone made my heart beat so fast I had to hold the board to steady myself. Never in my life have I heard anyone pee so much! The wizzing and whooshing and splashing against the grass just kept going and going and going as this professional lady in her blouse and black skirt and heeled shoes sighed like the weight of the world had just been lifted off her. The next thing she walked past me rubbing her skirt down casually and smiling back at me.
“Thanks. Never been so bursting to go in my entire life! There’s busses to Oakdale from the main road isn’t there?”
I nodded, unable to form words, as I headed for the car park and the privacy of my car. As I say she may as well have stripped off and sat naked opposite me she turned me on so much. How can any man not find a bursting woman a turn on? More to the point how could anyone hold that much pee in? The thought of how bursting she was right in front of me made driving home so difficult and before I even had my anorak hung up I had to unzip my jeans and cum. I barely stroked before exploding too. Not surprising considering how long I’d been watching her and hearing how long and hard she peed for!
I hope she’s on my train again sometime and whatever circumstances got her that desperate just happen to arise again. A man can dream can’t he? |
He wouldn’t stop watching me!
It had been one of those days, the end of the financial year and meeting after meeting to conclude projects and discuss new ones, reconfigure teams, printing spreadsheets and finalising contracts. Absolutely non stop, fuelled by endless tea and coffee, pizza delivered to the office to celebrate a new deal and everyone wanting me like never before. It wasn’t until I walked out the door rushing to catch my train home that I realised I hadn’t stopped once, even for the loo.
I never use public toilets, especially those horrid tiny ones on trains. The journey home is about 40 minutes and I was sure I would just about manage it. Standing still heading up the escalator to the platform though I was very aware that my bladder was full, the waistband of my suit skirt feeling too tight and uncomfortable. Having had to stand still for those few minutes on the moving escalator I was so glad to be free onto the platform and move more. Usually, of course, I am as restrained as the next person and remain stoically frozen to the spot in silence waiting to board, but today I paced a little anxiously waiting to sit down and cross my legs and try to forget how badly I needed to wee. I never go all day at work without at least one toilet break. How I had managed it today is anyone’s guess!
I was so grateful to get a seat, even if I was surrounded by men on every side of me, right beside me, opposite and diagonal. I crossed my legs tightly trying to think of anything but my bladder and looked out the window aimlessly. The minute or so before the doors closed felt so long and the tiny jolt of the train as we set off made my bladder spasm, so much so I had to quickly change position and recross my legs the other way. Maybe I needed to reconsider my opinion of train toilets? I looked around the carriage wondering where the toilet might even be thinking of wether to risk the possibility of losing my seat by trying to find it or just wait it out. In the end the embarrassment of trying to find a loo was too much and I quickly dismissed that idea and returned to looking out the window. Maybe I was imagining it but the man opposite seemed like he was watching me? I hoped not. He was rather nice looking and I bit my lip in embarrassment hoping he couldn’t tell how full my bladder was and how much I really needed to find a bathroom right then.
By the time we’d reached the second stop I could feel my very full bladder bouncing around. It ached; a dull constant ache urging me to pee soon. I nursed it with my arm feeling it rock hard against me as my tightly crossed legs helped me keep my throbbing urethra closed and my tapping foot kept enough movement to remind my body it absolutely wasn’t the right time to pee right now. At least that man definitely wasn’t staring at me now as his eyes were on the floor for once. Hopefully he couldn’t see my flushed cheeks and lip biting. This journey just wasn’t going quick enough! I was bursting and couldn’t stop thinking just how much liquid I’d unknowingly consumed throughout the day.
At least we were steadily making progress, though the pressure in my body was now constant and it was getting harder and harder to sit still. Crossing my legs wasn’t enough but there wasn’t enough room on the cramped seat to do anything else. I desperately wanted to press my crotch hard with my hand but that was simply impossible so I had to resign myself instead to rubbing the top of my thigh trying to deflect my senses from the throbbing want between my legs to my thigh instead. It wasn’t really working though and I was so tense my back was starting to ache now and my teeth were clenched. Finally the train stopped again and at long last the larger male beside me got off giving me freedom to move more. I immediately uncrossed my legs and wriggled trying to find a comfortable position but really struggling. I couldn’t recall ever having to go as badly! The man opposite was still there and it felt like he was eyeing me up though I didn’t risk looking properly for fear our eyes might meet.
The train pulled away from the platform to yet another train tannoy reminding us that the train was a few minutes late and thanking us for our patience. If only they knew how much I was struggling to be patient right now! Then the most awful thing happened and the train suddenly stopped! I couldn’t stop myself from gasping quietly in horror. I couldn’t afford any further delays right now. I was barely hanging on as it was, my leg shaking because I was struggling so much as I wriggled yet again hoping the poor gent in front of me wasn’t aware of what was going on in my body right then. I I looked everywhere other than at him using every ounce of my concentration to hold onto my pee, my hand now patting my thigh constantly impatiently. I had to pee so badly! ‘Come on train move would you’, I thought.
I suddenly jumped, as did the good looking man in front of me, as an internal door banged shut and I saw the ticket inspector coming through. Oh God no! My ticket was in my purse in my hand bag which was at my feet. I delayed getting it as long as possible knowing what bending forwards might do. I was right because as I bent forwards into my bag I felt that first dribble escape and I clamped my thighs together urgently knowing I was not going to last the rest of the journey anymore. As much as it pained me to do so I was going to have to swallow my pride and ask the ticket inspector where the toilet was.I seriously couldn’t hold it back any longer!
I could feel my cheeks redden and my neck burning as I quietly asked, praying that Mr handsome opposite couldn’t hear. The inspector wasn’t quiet though and I hated that little smirk he had when informing me that the toilet was out of order and I’d have to use one at the station. He’d seen my ticket so he knew exactly where I’m going. Did he really think if I could wait that long I’d go to all the bother of asking? Damn! What was I to do now?
Well wether that guy had heard or not I couldn’t help but wriggle more, fidgeting around anxiously, scissoring my legs in and out, bouncing my legs, anything to just help me hold. He must know? This was so humiliating and embarrassing but I didn’t know what else to do. All I wanted was to be able to relax, release, get off the bloody train and get to a ladies RIGHT NOW! I could have actually cried as each station came and went and I was internally thinking ‘I’m almost losing it. Any minute now I’m going to have an accident!’ I couldn’t sit still, sitting right back in the seat tensely then having to cross my legs, only to uncross them, nursing my aching bladder and bouncing around. He was still there and I was sure now that he’d been watching me. He just wouldn’t stop looking at my twisting legs, my bloated bladder, my shaking shoes, the hair I was twirling anxiously with my fingers. Was he disgusted and as embarrassed as I was Who knew?
The next station was announced and I decided rather suddenly that enough was enough. If I sat there any longer I was going to flood the place right in front of the stranger and so I grabbed my bag despite this next station not actually being my destination and I struggled towards the double doors horrified to suddenly notice the man opposite me was now standing right beside me! Oh God this was SO embarrassing and I couldn’t even stand still! He was even more attractive now he was standing up too. I was very clearly doing an ‘I need to pee’ dance gasping and struggling so much when suddenly our eyes met and he asked gently if I was ok. I wanted to yell at him that I clearly was anything but ok but I mustered as much professionalism as possible and asked quietly if he happened to know if the station had a ladies I could use. It HAD to! I was hanging on by the skin of my teeth and he had to be able to see that? I couldn’t even stand still at all, the noise of the heels of my shoes echoing right through the carriage compartment.
He very kindly directed me but just the thought of now being so near seemed to make it suddenly worse as I bent forward and asked if they were far away. Even if they were right outside the train door when it opened I was beginning to think I still wouldn’t make it now. I’d been holding on for so long now that my poor vagina was quivering and I was shaking in need. I stepped off the train beside the man as he offered to show me the way. I did try to follow him but his steps were bigger, his pace quicker, his legs longer and I could barely move for fear I was about to pee everywhere. I was never going to make it. I physically couldn’t get there quick enough!
Then he turned and seemed to come back towards me as I was bent forwards on the platform alone with a hand on the front of my skirt holding my crotch as best I could. As he approached I heard his voice asking if it was bad. For fucks sake it couldn’t have been worse if I had tried! I was leaking for God’s sake! I nodded shyly not able to actually tell him. I watched his face as he looked around anxiously before suggesting casually that I could pee behind this huge advertisement board on the side of the platform. I have never peed outside…well not for many many years anyway…but this was a dire emergency and I had no other choice. I hobbled behind the board shouted at the stranger to keep watch for me. As I struggled to pull my skirt up and tights and knickers down he appeared to be watching me again before suddenly looking away as if ashamed or…was he hard? Surely not? Fuck I couldn’t think straight as I breathed in and out quickly as my body poured out urine thick and fast as it splashed between my legs making a huge puddle. I couldn’t stop even though it felt like I was hovering there for forever as my poor huge bladder emptied on and on. All I could think about now was that clear swelling I could see in his trousers.
Finally the whooshing and whizzing eased to a few spurts that splashed cheekily and I shook and pulled up my underwear and tights using my hands to straighten my skirt down as I stepped over the running puddle I had just made and walked past the stranger keeping guard. I was so much more relaxed now as I commented walking past how I’d never been so bursting in all my life. He didn’t reply as he walked behind me trying to catch up. I smiled back asking if there were buses to Oakdale from the main road noticing he was very flushed looking but had a huge smile he couldn’t hide. He nodded back and then briskly headed towards the car park as I saw a bus approaching and ran to catch it.
It wasn’t far on the bus to home and as I stared out the window I couldn’t stop thinking about the stranger on the train who didn’t stop watching me the whole train journey as I squirmed and fidgeted right in front of him. He was so kind and helpful and understanding and extremely good looking. I was sure I had seen him in the same carriage as me before too. How I’d really love to see him again soon. A girl can dream right? |
Chapter 1: Liliana
Liliana was NOT happy. She was cold, slightly damp, tired, surrounded by people going crazy, and on top of all of that, she had to pee. Kind of badly too. As a fresh college freshman, she knew and expected their to be many new adventures for her, but what she didn't expect was for her third night in her dorm to be so unexpectedly interrupted.
Just 10 minutes ago, the 18 year old mixed light skin girl had been peacefully sleeping in her bed, wrapped up in her blankets and extra large hoodie. She had been dreaming about sunbathing on the beach, the vacation her family had taken to the Bahamas just a month earlier. Suddenly though, a loud ringing was shaking the ocean waves, causing them to swell and grow angsty. Her green eyes then shot open, aware that in reality a familiar sound was happening... The fire alarm. Being on the fourth floor of the five story dorm caused a slight panic in Liliana, and she had quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed her phone and in about 2 seconds was out the door of her room, with her roommate Arabella right behind her.
Now here she was, standing in the crowd of mostly underclassmen, out in the slight rain, with nothing on for wear except her extra large, thick gray hoodie and a pair of red and black panties that rose up her relatively thick butt cheeks quite far. She was glad that the hoodie went down to about mid thigh, and acted as essentially a dress. As she looked around she saw a couple people who were not quite as fortunate with their outfits. One guy had nothing on at all except a pair of boxers. Another girl only had a pair of pink booty shorts that barely covered half her butt and a gray sports bra. And one girl even was wrapped with only a blanket, pretty surely nude underneath its warm fabric.
Liliana looked around for her roommate, but she was nowhere to be seen. She glanced at her phone and noticed how a raindrop landed on the screen immediately before she could even check the time. She then saw her reflection in the dark screen, studying herself for a second. While looking at her own reflection three thoughts occured to her. The first was that she really did look like Zendaya, something her roommate had said about her much earlier in the day. She took it as a great compliment, although she knew she was thicker and her breasts were much fuller and larger than Zendaya's are. Second was that this rain was really starting to soak her and make her cold. She noticed that her hoodie was very much stuck to her body, and her nipples were poking through the fabric just slightly. The third thing she thought as she turned on her phone screen to finally acquire the time, which was 3:17 AM, was that she had to pee kinda badly, and it was no fun at all holding it, especially out in all this rain. She had been standing there with her thighs subconsciously pressed together, but now that she thought about her need, she immediately crossed her legs and squished her bare toes deep into the soft moist ground.
It was 3:32 AM now, and although no fire could be seen, firefighters still hadn't cleared the way for students to re-enter the dorm. Liliana was now very cold and needed to pee more than ever. Well, maybe not more than ever. She had certainly been in worse need plenty of times before. But she still had to go badly, and the cold just escalated her need. She alternated between standing still with her legs crossed tight, and walking in a slow small circle to keep her need contained. She realized her panties were riding up very high, so she glanced around in the dark night, and when she was satisfied nobody was paying her any attention she quickly reached under her hoodie and readjusted the red and black fabric to be more comfortable. As she did this she realized that her panties were soaked from the rain, as was her hoodie, clinging to her body. The thought suddenly popped into her head... That she could pee in them and nobody at all would have a clue. The idea tempted her in her pretty desperate state, but she decided she would hold on at least a little longer and see if she could get inside.
At 3:40 Liliana was crossing her legs, squeezing her pussy muscles to hold the liquid inside. She had to pee bad, but the need had seemingly plateud by now, and hadn't gotten any worse in the past few minutes. Just then she felt a tap on her shoulder, and she spun around to see two women right behind her. The one she instantly recognized as her roommate Arabella. Arabella was a beautiful woman, with pale skin, blue eyes, long legs with a cute bubble butt, midsize full perky breasts, and despite being an average height about around 5'5, she had a presence that could fill up a room. This was like partly due to her long, incredibly platinum blonde hair that fit her perfectly. Liliana wasn't gay, but her roommate was one of the prettiest woman she had ever seen in her eyes. Arabella was wearing black leggings with purple panties (Liliana knew this because she saw Arabella put them on), and a white T-shirt with no bra. This proved an unfortunate outfit choice for that night, as if the light hit her Arabellas entire shirt was completely see through from the rain. Liliana immediately saw her breasts were perked up and nipples were hard from the cold, just as her own were. The second woman was tall at about 5'10, with white but tanned skin. She seemed to be in really good shape, and her light brown eyes gave way to a pretty face and jet black hair down to her large breasts. She wasn't skinny, but definitely was not fat at all, and all her muscle and weight seemed to be perfectly distributed across her body. Liliana saw the girls outfit was certainly the most prepared of the three of them, as she was wearing blue sweatpants, now soaked dark from the rain, and a black T-shirt with a bra underneath.
Arabella introduced Liliana to the girl, saying "Hey this is Ella. I met her just a little while ago standing out here haha" Ella stretched out her hand to Liliana and spoke in a southern accent not typical for this northern University, "Hi I'm Ella! Your name is?" Liliana took her hand and shook it lightly, "Liliana", she said and smiled, immediately warming up to Ella's southern hospitality. The three girls all began to talk and all hit it off well. For a minute Liliana didn't notice that her legs were uncrossed, that is until a wave hit her, and she slammed her thighs together before trying to nonchalantly cross her legs tight again. Her actions were obvious and her voice wavered slightly, but neither of the other girls seemed to notice. Despite the crappy situation, Liliana really was having a good time with her roommate and newfound friend.
At 3:58 Liliana still hadn't admitted her need to pee to the other two women, but she didn't think she needed to, as her legs being crossed still seemed to be containing her desperation alright, although it was increasing little by little. Ella finally said to the other two "Well hey, I don't think we're gonna be able to get into the dorm for a while, and this rain is making me freeze. I think there's a 24 hour Waffle House down the road a little ways. You guys wanna go? I'm paying!" "Liliana immediately perked up at the thought of having a chance to pee, so she almost agreed before realizing... She isn't wearing any pants! "I'd love to, but I don't have any shorts on under this hoodie. Only panties" Liliana admitted to the other girls, blushing some at the admission. "Oh don't worry about that. I never even noticed silly! Your hoodie is longer than some skirts I've seen!" Liliana was satisfied with this and agreed to going, although she knew the hoodie only went to mid thigh while standing and would certainly be shorter yet if sitting. Arabella then said "I'd also love to. But my boobs are literally completely on display through this wet T-shirt." Ella, always one to be positive, said, don't worry, it will dry by the time we get there! It's at least a 25 minute drive, I think. Arabella was still hesitant, but the thought of peeing appealed greatly to Liliana, and she got more desperate at the thought of the chance to do so. Liliana pleaded "Yea Ella is right it will dry. I just really need to go because I REALLY have to pee, actually." As she said this she uncrossed her legs and pushed her thighs tight together, bending at the waist and bouncing on her heels. She did this partly to make a point that she had to go, and partly because it was necessary to hold it in!
"Well then, let's get to walking, my cars all the way in the back parking lot!" Ella said happily as the three took off walking through the wetness. Liliana noticed the mud squishing onto her bare feet, and hoped she wouldn't get her newfound friends vehicle too dirty." This wasn't her main concern however, her main concern was the increase in desperation she found at the thought of a toilet, and she knew it was going to be a long ride. She walked with her thighs pressed tight together, and about halfway to the car when the other two girls were in conversation and not paying much attention, she even slid her hand under her hoodie and cupped her pussy through her panties for four or five seconds, relishing the help her hand brought. She did remove it however, and shuffled the rest of the way to the car. The three of them hit the back parking lot, and Ella looked at the other two while standing in front of a big white Toyota Tundra pickup truck. "There she is. The best truck in the world, hehe". The other two girls were stunned momentarily at such a beautiful vehicle, and Ella could tell, so said in her sweet southern accent, "Yea it's actually one of the families trucks but my parents let me drive it up to here. They own a horse and sheep ranch, and a very good one at that. Maybe you guys will have to come visit sometime!" Arabella stood with her arms crossed from the cold and said, "wow that's an awesome truck, I really like it. But I'm worried Liliana there will pee in it!! You look really desperate girl". All three girls had a laugh, but it was true, as when she stopped to stare at the truck, Liliana had taken to stepping in place furiously to contain her pee, although she refrained from holding herself. "Yea I've like REALLY gotta pee. Super badly actually haha but I swear I won't pee in your truck" Liliana said, mostly believing her own words. "Well let's getagoin then, we've gotta get you to a bathroom stat!" Ella happily said. Arabella put the waffle house into Google maps as the three girls climbed in and Ella started the truck, with Liliana sitting in the back seat behind Ella, but scooted towards the middle somewhat. "27 minutes to the restaurant" Arabella informed the other two, asking then "do you think you can hold it that long?" "I think I'm gonna have to! Unfortunately" Liliana replied, now sitting with her legs crossed,thighs smashed together, and her hands smudged between her thighs, although not holding herself.
Ella started to drive, but attempted to make light of the desperation even more, saying "Ya know at least you are desperate now and not in the morning. Imagine how bad it might have been when you woke up!" "True, true..." Liliana replied, not saying much, but actually considering an answer to that. Then Arabella said "Yea that is true. I had to pee super bad myself this morning actually. I'm glad you had already went to class because I was dancing all over the room just trying to keep it in!" As Arabella said this she gave a small squirm, demonstrating just a portion of what had happened this morning. Ella laughed, and said "Yea I have been in bad situations myself plenty of times. I've actually gotta pee right now too, but definitely not as bad as you back there!" Liliana was in an embarrassing situation, but didn't feel too embarrassed at all about it anymore, as she was already comfortable with her roommate and quickly becoming comfortable with her newfound friend. What wasn't comfortable though was her bladder, and sitting had seemed to squish it and actually make it even worse. As Ella said "you back there", she looked into the mirror to see Liliana with her legs uncrossed and her thighs slightly parted, with her right hand up under her hoodie holding herself. "Lilianas eyes met Ella's through the mirror, and Liliana said softly "I hope you don't mind.. sitting is making it worse and I really just need the hand support, if that makes sense". Ella smiled and said"You are absolutely fine! Don't feel embarrassed at all. I know I've been there, and I'm sure Arabella has been too. Do whatever you need to do, just don't pee haha!" Arabella then turned around to see her roommate holding herself, and said "oh yes I've been there many times. Like I said I was dancing around this morning. Part of that dancing was using my hand to help hold it... It does help!" All Liliana could do was smile back, glad that the two girls up front seemed to understand her predicament. She also noticed Arabella's breasts, still very prevalent under her soaking wet shirt, and Liliana hoped her panties wouldn't get that soaking wet with her pee soon.
With the Waffle House about 12 minutes away, Liliana was in a bad state. She had been holding herself with one hand constantly while moving her legs in various positions, but now she resorted to holding with two hands, and really bouncing up, down, and around. She was really embarrassed, because both women up front knew her situation, but she was really glad they were being so encouraging. Arabella glanced at the GPS and said "11 minutes left... Do you think you're gonna be able to make it?" "All Liliana could do was mutter "I have to. I can't pee myself... I can't I can't but ohhh I can't hold it!!" She had her hoodie, which was still wet with rain somewhat but drying quickly, pulled up so that her whole bottom half, only covered in her sexy panties, was completely exposed. Her hands were completely smashed against her crotch, pressing tightly against her panties, and smushed between her thighs as she gyrated, shaking the entire truck backseat. Her bladder had been full for so long, and her resolve was wavering majorly. Liliana felt a spurt escape, and it wet her panties and got just a drop on her hand. She felt like crying, and seriously wasn't sure what to do. "GUYS I just lost a little bit guys I can't make it. Ella please pull over please I'm gonna lose control" Liliana pleaded when she felt the drop hit her hand, not sure at all that more drops weren't to follow. "I can't pull over there is no shoulder on this road. Please try and hold it. Just 10 more minutes" "I can't do 10 more, I can't do it" Liliana said starting to tear up, from the pain in her bladder and her embarrassment. Another spurt hit her hand, and she asked frantically "What can I do to hold it??? I can't remember having to go this bad ever". Ella was trying to think and drive at the same time, and was really struggling to think of a solution. Arabella wasn't sure what to do either, but both women knew that Liliana was on her last straw. Just then Ella saw a gas station coming up ahead. It was closed, but that didn't matter.
"Hey I'm gonna pull into that gas station, just hold it for like 1 more minute please please. I know you can do it!" Liliana, however, did not know if she could do it, as her panties were having more spurts added consistently, despite clawing support from her hands and smushed thighs. All she could do was moan back in recognition, realizing that she would pee completely if she quit focusing on holding it. They reached the gas station, and As Ella pulled in she said, "they're closed but that doesn't matter. Just jump out and pee" this was all the encouragement Liliana needed, but she forgot one important step, to jump out! Pee begin exiting her body despite her not yet being out of the truck, and she clambered to get out of the back seat and into the parking lot. She did make it out there, but the seat was already puddled with pee, and her legs had two solid streams running down them, straight through her soaked, wet panties. All she could do was stand their mortified in the parking lot, knowing that she was full on peeing herself. The other two women sat in the truck, both feeling terrible for their friend but both unsure if how to help. Seeing Liliana wet herself didn't help Ella however, who also had to pee, and watching this accident forced Ella to shove her own left hand between her legs to hold it in. Finally Liliana's accident was over, and she climbed into the truck and slid her panties off, threw them on the floor, then slid over to the dry side of the seat, as her hoodie had only gotten minimal amounts of pee onto it. She finally spoke up,having to hold back tears, "I'm so so so sorry about your seat. I just... I couldn't hold it". Ella gently smiled back and said "don't you worry about a thing. Seats dry. I'm just glad you feel better now. But I've still gotta pee. Very badly now. So what do you say, should we still go get waffles?" Arabella spoke "we definitely should, if you're up for it Liliana?" Liliana couldn't help but smile a little bit back, and she agreed.
Ella was so glad when they pulled into the parking lot, as she seriously had to go pee. She had had a hand constantly in her crotch for the last five minutes, and she quickly turned the truck off and asked the other two while bouncing in her seat "I've gotta get inside there. Are you girls ready to go in?!" Arabella looked at her shirt, and even though it was still somewhat see through with wetness, she agreed. Liliana felt incredibly self conscious as she now wasn't wearing panties and literally only had the hoodie on, but she couldn't back out now, so she also agreed. As they walked inside Liliana and Arabella took a seat while Ella beelined for the restroom, grateful beyond relief that the room was empty, and she could get her much needed relief...
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Chapter 2: desperate morning:
As Arabella rolled over in bed, she winced and asked herself internally, "why do I have to pee so freaking bad most mornings"? She knew the answer was that she stayed well hydrated, and usually tried to drink 1 or 2 cups of water before bed, but she still couldn't help but complain about the side effects of hydration. Arabella shoved one of the many pillows on her bed between her legs, and pushed her crotch into it, rubbing it back and forth to keep her pee out of her blue cotton panties and purple leggings. Her top was covered with a white T-shirt and no bra, letting her nipples poke slightly through. She waited for a small wave of desperation to pass, and then grabbed her phone to check the time, which was 9:10 AM. She didn't have class today until 10:30, so there was plenty of time to spare. What didn't have plenty of time to spare was her bladder, which was very full. She knew she could contain it relatively well though until she stood up out of bed, which would then cause her desperation to spike. It was a vicious cycle, but one she knew well as it happened many mornings, both at her home and also now that she had been in college for over a week. She decided to stay in bed for a while, because she knew she could hold it, and had full intention of enjoying the comforts of her warm bed for a while yet.
Arabella looked at her roommates bed, which contained her sleeping roommate, covers thrown all over the place. Liliana was wearing gray sweatpants and a gray, loose fitting shirt. It was so loose fitting in fact, that her breast was hanging out of it, and Arabella was looking right at Liliana's left boob. Arabella didn't mind though, as the boob looked quite nice to her. Arabella was bisexual, although she hasn't revealed this to anyone at all, and wasn't even 100% sure of it herself. She could feel her crotch tingling while staring at her boob, but she wasn't sure if it was due to the sight or due to her need to pee badly. She flipped back and forth between scrolling through social media and looking at Liliana's boob, all the while keeping pressure on her crotch with the pillow, grinding it slightly. She kept this pattern up for about 10 minutes, when she had to make a decision. Her need to pee was getting worse, so she knew from experience that she would either need to do more drastic things to keep holding it, or get up and go pee. She opted for more drastic things, as she wanted to stay in bed longer, and she had a habit of holding her bladder for long periods of time. Some of her friends from highschool called this a bad habit, but it was what she knew, and she never could get out of the practice. More drastic meant that she needed more support than from a pillow, so she found it in the form of her right hand. She stuck her fingers directly onto her peehole and pushed tightly, even though she was fighting through her leggings and panties fabric. She scrolled through her phone with her left hand and thumb, while her right hand stayed occupied. For the most part she stayed pressing tightly onto her crotch, but she sometimes would rub slightly to ease the pressure.
It was now 9:33, and Arabella was getting very desperate. Normally she wouldn't even let it get this bad, but there was one thing keeping her in bed, and that was staring at Liliana's boob. She could hardly stop looking, and was worried if she left the room and came back it would no longer be exposed. Arabella didn't have much of an option to leave though, as she has lost a big spurt about a minute back, and her purple leggings had a wet spot about the size of a golfball, while her fingers were just slightly wet on the tips from the spurt. She didn't want to get up, but knew she had to or another spurt would be imminent. She knew the bathroom was outside the room, as each floor had a bathroom that the floor residents used. Unfortunately for Arabella the bathroom entrance was on the other side of the floor, which meant once she exited her room she would have to go all the way around the large floor to reach the bathroom entrance, and pass by a lot of rooms and therefore potential people to see her. She still had her hand pressing tightly onto her crotch, and she kept it there as she swiftly went from laying down to standing fully. The sudden change made her a bit dizzy, but she had very little time to spare, and quickly headed for the room door, crotch in hand all the way. As she predicted, standing had made it way worse, and she knew pee would be exiting her within the next minute whether into a toilet or her leggings. As soon as she opened the door, she was glad nobody was in the immediate area, as she shoved her left hand in her crotch to join the right. She started taking small fast steps around the hall, crotch held tight with the right hand now rubbing pretty furiously. As she rounded the first corner of two, she was very lucky to see nobody in the hallway, although one door to one room was open. She shot down the hall, not bothering to even look in the room, as her pee was on the very edge and threatening to spurt again. Arabella then rounded the second corner, and she saw three girls in the hallway. Two of them were standing at the end chatting, not paying her any attention at all. The third girl, however, was standing outside the bathroom with her legs crossed super tightly. This girl was wearing black leggings and a black T-shirt. Arabella had seen this girl in the hall before, but didn't know her name. Arabella walked up to her, although not in a calm manner. She managed to remove her left hand from her crotch and she quit rubbing, momentarily at least, with her right hand, but her right hand still remained pressed very firmly onto her pussy. The girl saw Arabella walk up, hand in crotch and she said to her, "we're out of luck I'm afraid. I heard someone snuck laxatives into something at the big party last night. Now all the stalls are full and there's a few people about to shit themselves inside. At least all I need to do is pee, and from the look of it you REALLY need to pee also". Arabella had started rubbing again, and she even had started to jump around some while listening to the girls explanation. Arabella responded "Are you for real? I'm actually going to piss my fucking pants in like 0 seconds" Arabella didn't normally cuss too much, but this was an exception, especially when she felt the dam break and a small stream started trickling down her leg, despite her rubbing and pressing. The other girl could tell Arabella was absolutely in trouble, so she said Arabella could cut in front of her, despite herself being very desperate and crossing her legs tightly to keep it contained. Arabella didn't have any time to wait though, so she did the only thing she could think of and ran to her room, although she quickly thanked the girl for her offer before leaving. As she ran back to the room she kept losing more pee, and by the time she opened her door and ran inside, there was a streak of pee down her left leg to her lower thigh and her right leg to her knee, and she was still peeing, unable to stop it. She was terrified to have actually lost control and not be able to stop it, but it just kept coming. She didn't want to get pee on the carpet, so she ran to the one place she knew wasn't the carpet, and that was her bed. As she shot onto her bed the pee kept pouring out of her, and she welcomed the relief despite being absolutely embarrassed.
As she continued her accident, she looked up and saw Liliana waking up, likely from all the noise she had made. She noticed Lilianas boob was still exposed, but she was more worried about hiding her accident. So she quickly pulled her covers over her and got on her phone, trying to act nonchalant as pee still left her bladder and soaked her clothes and sheets. Liliana opened her eyes and asked Arabella very sleepily and confusedly, "were you just running...?" "Nah girl, i think you must have been dreaming or something" Arabella said with a small but convincing smile. Liliana continued waking up, and when she noticed her boob slipped out, she didn't even bother to fix it right away, instead continuing to stretch and wake up with it out. She did put it back in her shirt though as she stood up slowly and said "oof gotta pee. I'll be right back". When Liliana said this she squished her thighs together, but this was all that was required at the moment to hold her bladder. As soon as Liliana left the room, Arabella shot into action, as she was at this point finished wetting herself. She luckily avoided her pillows and big blanket, but her sheets and small blankets would need changed and washed. First though came her outfit, and she tore off her leggings and panties, which were sticky on her sweetly toned legs. She quickly stuck them in her laundry basket, before putting on pink cotton panties and some tight blue jeans. She took off her white t shirt and put on a pink bra and pink Tshirt, and just as she pulled the shirt over her head, Liliana came back into the room, looking frustrated. She closed the door loudly and talked to Arabella, saying "the bathroom is full. I guess I'll hold it until I leave the dorm" as she said this she had her legs crossed tight and was bouncing around. "I better get ready quickly though, I don't want to have a second accident in a weeks time" Liliana blushed as she said this, but she started getting undressed, right in front of Arabella! The two roommates had seen each other naked when changing before, although they usually averted their eyes and looked away. Arabella was brushing her hair trying to act nonchalant, but she was closely watching this morning, and had no intention of averting her eyes, as she figured Liliana would not notice in her desperate state.
First Liliana took off her shirt, and as she bounced around the room and kept moving her legs rapidly, she put on a black bra and a black hoodie. Arabella looked at her breasts when she got the chance, and was a bit sad when the bra and hoodie covered them up. She really was surprised at these thoughts in her, but this morning had been full of surprises so far. Liliana then took off her sweatpants, revealing that no panties or underwear were underneath. As she was naked from the waist down, a hand shot to her crotch, but it wasn't to be modest, it was to keep her pee contained. Liliana looked at Arabella and caught her staring, but she just said "sorry I'm being so extra but I've GOT to go bad" Arabella said "it's no problem at all do whatever you need to do. I literally hold my pee too long all the time. I just hope you get to go soon!" Liliana slipped on a black pair of tight panties, and then immediately returned her hand to her crotch before finding and putting on her own pair of jeans, although these jeans were gray. Liliana grabbed her stuff in-between grabbing her crotch, and quickly said "Bye have a good day see you later" before rushing out the door. Arabella was then alone, and surprisingly horny. She did change her sheets, but not before they had some extra juices added onto them from rubbing one out to the thought of her roommate naked... and desperate to pee. She wasn't sure why, but it was kind of cute, and kind of hot, that Liliana had needed to go so badly...
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Chapter three: Ella's drive
Ella fired up her truck and put her home address into google maps, a nearly 12 hour trip from the northern university to her southern ranch home. She had only been in college for 3 weeks, but the cancellation of one of her classes and an extra day off campus wide meant she had the next four days completely free. She planned to drive a day there, be at home for two days, and then drive back the fourth day. It was a windy morning, but rather warm for the time of day, which was 5:45 am. She was used to getting up early on the ranch, so the earliness didn't bother her much. As she rolled out of the parking lot, life was good. She had a full tank of gas, plenty of daytime to drive, a big full cup of delicious coffee, and she was happy with how she looked this morning. She knew that she looked rather good in her knee high black boots and yellow sundress that had white stripes horizontally through it's entirety. The dress went down to below her knee by a little bit, so between it and her boots none of her leg was showing. The dress did cover her breasts completely where no cleavage was showing, but the large size of them still stood out, and looked very good. The dress had straps that covered her bra straps also, but some of her shoulder, chest, and back still exposed her well tanned skin. Underneath the dress she had on long black socks that were also knee-high, a white bra, and white tight panties made of a synthetic material that made them slightly see through. She also had a 12 pack of water and some Rye chips for drink and snacks in her passenger seat. She put on a good country playlist, and she was off driving, loving life.
At 7:30 Ella had finished her big coffee and a third of a bottle of water, and she desired some breakfast and especially more coffee. She searched along the route and found a combination gas station and McDonald's 15 minutes away. She drove there and filled the truck with gas, then pulled to a parking spot and walked inside the McDonald's, her boots click-clacking on the floor. She definitely turned a few heads of both women and men both as she walked up to the counter and studied the menu. She decided on the breakfast burrito meal with a large coffee to drink. As they were making her order she walked over to the bathroom inside the McDonald's, and as she approached the door noticed a sign that "said out of order- sorry!". Normally this might be an issue, but luckily for Ella she had a pretty strong bladder. A combination of working long days outdoors and naturally having a strong bladder meant she was no stranger to holding her pee in. That wasn't to say that she had never peed outside, as she has plenty of times. But more often than not she did hold out for an actual toilet. Also luckily for Ella, was that the gas station also had it's own bathroom, so she could go in there if she wanted. And she wanted, as while she wasn't desperate by any means, she knew she would get there if she didn't go AND drink more coffee and water. She waited for her order, gave the cute guy that handed it to her a wink, took it to her truck, and then headed inside the gas station to use their bathroom. The women's was occupied, but there was no line, so she simply waited, not doing anything in particular to keep her need contained. After peeing, Ella went back to her truck, got her food ready to eat on the road, and started it up and headed back out, her Google maps saying she was just over 10 hours away. As she drove she listened to more music, and ate the burritos with her coffee providing relief from the thirst they caused.
It was now around 10:30 am, with Google maps telling her 7 hours and 42 minutes remained on the trip. Ella had eaten her food and drunk the McDonald's coffee, as well as finished her first bottle of water and was halfway through her second bottle. She was very happily driving along and had around half a tank of gas. She saw an exit coming up with a gas station, and decided to stop and get gas as well as pee again, as she had to go, although not desperate at all her bladder was starting to feel a bit full. As she pulled into the station though it looked super sketchy, and decided maybe she had better just get gas and not go inside to pee. She could handle herself well and was a strong girl, but it just didn't seem like the type of place you go Into alone, and especially not looking as pretty as she did. She hopped out of her truck and paid with her debit card at the pump. Hopping out and standing however shifted her bladder, and she kept her legs tight together while she pumped the gas. She was strong willed though, and decided that she would wait until lunch to pee. She got back into her truck with no trouble from anyone, and on her way she went. Sitting again did help her bladder, but she still kept her legs close together. She drove for around an hour before deciding to start looking for a place to eat. Her bladder had calmed down until about the last 10 minutes, when she had felt her desperation increase and resorted to shifting around in her seat pretty frequently and bouncing her left leg, which wasn't in use with the pedals. By this point she had finished her second bottle of water, although she didn't dare open a third. She passed a couple of exits before she saw one with a restaurant which she wanted... Which was a cracker barrel. They had delicious catfish, and she knew that was what she wanted. She took the exit, and as she did she had to brake pretty sharply to slow down, which caused her bladder to spasm slightly and made her shoot a hand to her crotch. She didn't apply much pressure and certainly didn't need to rub, but she balled her fist and pushed down for just about two seconds through the dress. This was enough help to get her need back under control. Ella wasn't too worried though, as not even a drop had escaped into her tight panties. She drove the rest of the way to the cracker Barrel continuing to squirm and bounce some in her seat. Her squirming and bouncing and tensing her butt caused a good wedgie to form with her tight panties, but that was ok with her because if anything it helped her hold on. The cracker barrel was fairly busy, but she found a parking spot about halfway up. As she pulled in the time was 11:35, and Google maps said she had 6 hours 33 minutes left to drive. As she got out of the truck she gave her crotch a quick squeeze through the dress, then walked to the restaurant with her legs pressed very tightly together. She definitely had to pee, but as she got in she was quickly greeted by a hostess who seemed eager to seat her, so instead of going straight to the bathroom, she followed the hostess to the table with short tight steps. As she sat down she thanked the hostess and crossed her legs while swinging her feet.
Ella thought about getting up and peeing, because at this point it was very serious, but she decided she would wait until her order had been taken, not wanting to leave before her server knew she was there. About five minutes passed, and just as she was getting ready to get up and pee, her server showed up. He introduced himself as James. He was young, probably right around Ella's age, and although not really her type Ella thought he was cute. Her legs crossing and swinging had caused her supple, muscular leg and the bottom of her thigh to show, which she noticed him looking at almost instantly. She uncrossed her legs but squished them together, hoping this would be enough to hold it a bit longer. Her thighs were no longer exposed in this position, although some of her leg still showed between her boot and dress. He asked "Could I start you with something to drink?" "Why you sure could. I'd love an unsweet tea if you have any made!" She said with a sweet looking smile. He said "we should have some made, that would be a good choice. I'll go and get that for you". As he started to turn, Ella said "James, if it isn't too much trouble I think I am ready to order also. As she said this she started to bounce in her seat, as a wave of desperation had hit her just then. She shot a hand near her crotch while she bounced, but didn't grab or touch herself. James noticed this, and Ella, not pee shy at all said "oh don't mind my movements, I've been driving and I've just really, REALLY got to pee badly. I hope you don't mind." James blushed and started shifting around, although he remained professional and said "of course I don't mind ma'am, the bathroom is right back behind me over there. I can come back and get your order in a few minutes if you'd like" "oh don't be silly, silly! I've held it this long I can wait a little longer. I would love the catfish meal if that works for you" she said with a big smile, still bouncing away in her seat. "That definitely works for me" he said with a small smile, " and what two sides would you like?". "Oh shoot, I forgot that it comes with sides! Let's see here..." As she looked over the sides, she quit bouncing, but her desperation quickly prevailed, so she resorted to a way of holding it which she knew well, which was to scissor her legs in and out rapidly. She wasn't sure why, but whenever she had to go and wasn't driving, she liked to scissor her legs rapidly to contain her pee, as had worked well for her multiple times in the past. As she started spreading her legs and closing them tight, only to spread them again right after then closing again in the cycle of scissoring, the dress she was wearing rode up and showed off a LOT of her thigh after a few seconds, although her panties were still concealed and hidden from James. She said "I'll take the broccoli and the uhhh... The peas" she started to laugh and looked up at James, "get it? Peas? Because like, I have to pee? Hehe I think it's funny". She noticed James was trying to remain sly, but it was obvious he was really looking right at her toned legs and thick muscular thighs. He was blushing still, and Ella was not sure if it was at her joke, which some could find crude, or at the sight of her. He started to laugh though, and said "that is funny, I agree. And like I said, the bathroom is just over there behind me, unless you want to hold it longer for some reason, haha" he looked nervous as he said this, and he shifted his feet again. Ella was intrigued at this, and wondered why she would want to hold it any longer, or at least why he would say that. So she asked him, while still scissoring her legs, "and why would I want to hold it longer?" She asked, not in a bad or accusatory way, but in a curious, tone. This really got him flustered, and as he started blushing a lot, he slowly said "well... I guess to strengthen your bladder?? Haha I don't even know... Anyways I will be right back with your tea." He was still nonchalantly, but obviously staring at her legs and thighs, and he and Ella both knew her panties had to be close to being on display. Ella knew they weren't though, and she didn't mind a cute guy liking how she looked. She gave a big smile and said flirtingly, "that would be awesome. Make sure it's unsweet! I'm already sweet enough as it is", with a wink. Ella thought poor James was about to pass out as he turned and went to get her drink! But as he left, it was seriously time to go pee before it got worse. She stopped scissoring her legs and stood up, which caused her bladder to shift and she quickly crossed her legs super tightly while pulling her dress down. She quickly walked over to where the restrooms were, keeping her legs super tight, and was thankful she saw no line outside the door. As she got inside she did find a line though, and was rather annoyed because damn it, she seriously had to pee! There were three stalls inside the restroom, with all three taken and five people waiting outside of them. Four of the women were seniors in front of her, so she couldn't ask to skip in front of them, she would find it disrespectful. The fifth woman was probably in her mid 20's, so just a little older than Ella herself, but this woman was at the front and had her legs crossed tightly under her tight black leggings. Ella joined the back of the que, but she quickly realized that she needed to do more than stand there with her legs crossed. She started stepping back and forth in a small circle quickly, and this worked for a while, until she was third in line with two people in front of her and one more senior behind her now. She had a big wave of desperation wash over her, and she shoved her left hand right Into her crotch through her dress. Her fingers pressed through the dress fabric and pushed against her peehole through the dress and panties. It was embarrassing, but much better than wetting her panties, which were still completely dry. No one noticed except the woman behind her, so Ella said "sorry ma'am, I'm just absolutely dying to go" "don't worry young lady, you aren't bothering me."
There was now one woman in front of Ella, and her fingers were still pressing onto her peehole. She stood still at this point, willing people to hurry up, which seemed to work as a stall opened and now she was at the front of the line. After about a minute, she heard a stall about to open up, so she got ready to run into it, thankful for her outfit and that she wasn't wearing a complicated belt or anything. As soon as the door opened, despite pressing her peehole, a drop, then a spurt shot out, wetting her tight panties. She ran in the stall, threw her dress up and pulled her panties down as she plopped onto the seat. Her piss erupted out of her, ferociously hitting the water with a loud sound. As she sighed in massive relief, she almost was getting horny from how good the pee felt leaving her. She was just so glad she made it without wetting herself. She studied her panties which had a huge wet spot, but knew they would dry quickly. Her dress had a small spot in it where her hand had been pressing it onto her crotch, but it was luckily mostly in the yellow instead of the white, and she knew it would dry fast also. She peed for quite a while, before finishing up and hurrying out of the stall, trying to be courteous to those still waiting. As she headed back out to the table she found her tea, unsweet, just like she wanted it. She messed around on her phone for a few minutes, sucking down her tea to nearly empty by the time James showed back up with her catfish. "That looks really good! Thank you!" "You're welcome" he said! "Looks like you like the tea also. Do you want another glass?" "Oh yes please, I'd love some." "Cool, I'll be right back with it". As she dug into her meal he quickly brought another glass and asked, very nervously "it looks like you feel better now. Did you find the restroom OK?" Ella was sitting with her legs crossed, but she pulled up her dress just a little bit as she spoke, so much of her thigh was exposed as she saw him looking again, and she said happily "man that restroom was a miracle. I was seriously so desperate to go. There was a long line though, which sucked. But I feel much better now!" "Well I'm glad to hear that, and let me know if I can help you with anything else" he said with a smile. Ella finished her meal and her tea again, and decided against a third glass because of the driving she had left to do. James came up and asked if she was ready for the check, which she said yes, and also said "and please do come back in just a minute. I want to make sure to give you a good tip" she said with her southern accent and smile. "Alright.. I will be back soon then!" He said nervously but slightly excitedly. She sat back down at the table and looked around, as she had devised a risky but naughty plan. She made sure nobody was paying her any attention, before reaching under her dress and sliding her panties off. She quickly checked to make sure they were dry from her spurt, and they were still slightly damp, but she figured they were dry enough to make an excellent tip for James, who she had fun with as her server. Ella always liked to flirt, and while she wasn't normally brave enough to do something like this, her relieving pee had honestly made her horny and naughty feeling. She had had a few "peegasms' before, but this was the best one she ever remembered having by far. Plus she had extra panties in the truck, which she always kept there, so losing this pair didn't hurt her. As she balled them into her hand she looked around to make sure that she wasn't spotted, which she didn't seem to be.
As James came back, she spoke to him one final time, and said "thanks for being an excellent server. I had a great meal. And hopefully I don't regret that second tea you brought to me! It was great to meet you" as she said this, she stuffed her hand containing her panties into his apron pocket, and left her panties inside it, for him to find whenever he looked. She gave him a wink and blew him a small sexy kiss before walking away, bottom only covered by her dress now. She went and paid her check at the front counter, and then went into the bathroom again before she left, as she had to pee again. Her need wasn't bad, but it was definitely felt by her worked muscles. This time, of course, there was no line. At that point she was back out to her truck, ready to hit the road again. It was 12:20 with 6 and a half hours of driving to do. Ella put more music on, slipped on the pair of blue and purple cotton panties, and was once again off, enjoying her day. She drove for three more hours before stopping for gas again. At this point she had drank a half a bottle of water, and that on top of her earlier incident and the teas meant she was in a major need to go. She had been in need for the last two hours honestly, and had gone from keeping her legs tight together, to bouncing and squirming in her seat, to basically giving her seat a lap-dance for the last 15 minutes or so. She hadn't held herself any, because she wanted to prove to herself she didn't need support from her hand. If her seat had been a person though, they would have received quite a good lap-dance. As she was on the exit, she had to stop and wait at a red light, and she was moving the truck with how much she was bouncing around. She scooted forwards in the seat, backwards, sideways, up the seat, pushing down her crotch onto the seat, moving her legs in and out rapidly, and really tensing her pussy muscles. She was cursing out loud for the light to turn green. Just as the light turned green, a drop leaked out and wet her panties, and to react she reached up under her dress with her left hand and held herself directly through them. Using her hand was a lot better than more drops escaping. The gas station was half a mile down the road, and she floored her big engine all the way there, hand cupping her pussy. It never left her crotch as she pulled into a parking spot and shut the truck off. She figured she could pull into a pump after avoiding a big accident. She got out of her truck and ran to the front door of the station, although she has removed her hand from under her dress and was now pressing herself through her dress. As she ran inside and looked around, she couldn't find a sign for the restroom, so she ran up to the clerk, a middle aged woman. No longer holding herself but stepping rapidly in place, she breathlessly asked "do you guys have a restroom I can use??!!!!!". The woman had a look of sympathy in her eye for Ella, and said "yes, but you need a key, and you have to buy something first. It's company policy, not mine". Ella reached to the closest thing to her, some random candy bar, but then realized all her money was in her truck. "Shit I left my money in the truck. Can I please please please use the restroom first??!!!! I'm gonna get gas after I swear!!" Ella was at this point still stepping in place but also had reached her right hand up under her dress and was starting to rub herself quickly through her panties in order to keep it contained. The woman hesitated while Ella had no time for hesitation, and said "... OK. Here is the key, but please do buy gas after you're done". Ella grabbed the key with her left and turned around to go to the restroom before she realized she still didn't see one! She turned back and quickly asked "oh where is the bathroom??!", Absolutely embarrassed to be rubbing herself in front of this woman, but glad nobody else was inside the station, with only two other cars outside pumping gas. "just go outside, turn right, and it will be around the corner dear, it should be empty". Ella said thank you very quickly as she ran outside still cupping and rubbing away. The people at both pumps which were in use watched as this incredibly attractive young woman busted out the door and began right around the building, desperate pottydancing run on full display. One of the pumps was in use by a older man who found the run quite attractive, likely because she was attractive with a hand under her dress. The second pump had a young teenage girl who had just gotten her drivers license, and was herself needing to pee, although not nearly as badly as Ella. As Ella rounded the corner, despite her hand she actually started to leak, and by the time she reached the bathroom door a stream was beginning snaking down her right leg. Luck was on her side though, as the key went into the lock on the second try, so it didn't take too long, and she shot inside to find a relatively clean bathroom for the area. She slammed the door shut not bothering to lock it, as her panties were at this point soaked with pee. Her right leg had a stream down the inside that had started to go into her boot and was soaking into her sock. Her left leg was a bit damp with a small stream down the back of her thigh. And her right hand which was cupped and still rubbing was full of pee, with her fingers soaked. She pulled her dress up and immediately sat on the toilet, not even bothering to take her panties off, and letting the pee pour through them and soak them more. She had already leaked enough that it had to be considered a full blown accident, but she still peed for a long time, releasing the warm liquid into the toilets cool waters. The relief was still amazing, and she enjoyed every second of it.
After her accident, Ella was embarrassed, and was so glad she was traveling alone so nobody would have to know about it. She cleaned her legs up, and poured the little bit of pee out of her right boot into the toilet. Part of her sock was soaked, but she didn't worry too much about it, and knew it would dry. Her dress was untouched, but her panties were not. They were absolutely drenched. She took them off, although she liked the pair and wanted to save them and wash them. So she put them in her hand and threw them in the back seat floorboard as she reached the truck. The man which had witnessed her accident before was gone, which she was glad about. The young girl though was still there, standing outside of her car with jiggling, crossed legs under her jeans. The girl must have been a local and knew the bathroom needed a key, as she approached Ella and shyly asked "excuse me miss, do you have the bathroom key?" Ella just smiled a small smile and handed her the key saying "Here you go. Don't wait too long like I seem to be doing today". The girl smiled and walked quickly and tensely towards the restroom. Ella was mad at herself, because if she had stopped for gas earlier she could have peed earlier and avoided this whole accident. But she was stubborn, and wanted to wait until she really both had to pee and really needed gas. She hopped in the driver seat, started the truck, and pulled it to the pump. As she pumped gas, she knew she would make it to the ranch with enough gas to spare, so she wouldn't have to stop again for gas, and her parents planned on having dinner ready for the family when she got there, so she wouldn't stop for food either. She swore to herself though, that she would stop if she needed to pee at all. Especially since she was now out of panties, as she still had clothes at the ranch she planned to wear and bring some more to college with her. Since she would be going with no panties on for the rest of the day, she knew any leaks would get anywhere, and with her bladder worn out the way it was, she knew she had to stop if she needed to pee, unless it was just the tiniest of needs. She had three hours and 29 minutes left to drive, but felt good simply because her bladder wasn't weighing her down. As she pulled out of the station she cracked a water, knowing that she was gonna stop anytime she had to go. And she did stick to this plan... Mostly. She stopped with 2 hours and 43 minutes left at a Walmart, both to pee because she felt the need and to pick up a few non perishable groceries her mom had texted her to get. She she stopped with an hour and 55 minutes left at a gas station, and despite not needing gas, she decided to top off there, as well as go inside and use their restroom. When she went inside she saw their coffee machine, which sounded good, so she couldn't help but get herself a large coffee as well after peeing there. She also stopped an hour and 12 minutes away, because she had slugged the coffee as well as finished that bottle of water and opened another one, and she had to pee once again. Ella had to wait in line at this gas station, and with two people in front of her, she resorted to once again walking in circles and jiggling around until she got her turn on the toilet. She then got in her truck and started off for the remaining 72 minutes, and she chugged away at the water now that she was once again relieved. What she didn't really think about was that the ranch was in the middle of nowhere, and that there would be no more chances to stop between the time she needed to pee again and her ranch. And with 43 minutes left in the drive, she once again felt that familiar urge creeping up. It was easy to control though, until 28 minutes away. That was when she had to start keeping her thighs smudged together again. She could feel her pussy, naked under the dress, smooth against her thighs, as she generally kept it shaved. She was straining it pretty good, and with 22 minutes left she was jiggling and bouncing in her seat pretty hard again. She really considered pulling over, but there was a car right behind her, and the road she was on was not a good one to pull over on. At 15 minutes Ella pulled her dress up to her waist, completely exposing herself and sitting bare bottom on the truck seat. She tried to change tactics and stopped jiggling around, instead sitting still while applying direct pressure to her peehole with her left hand. She also rubbed her naked pussy some, trying to stem the tide. This worked pretty well, until she was 8 minutes away, and she felt a big spurt hit her fingers and therefore her truck seat. Luckily nobody was around now, so she quickly pulled off of the rough road, figuring she could make use of the trucks four wheel drive if needed. She stopped, and as another spurt started to leak out of her, she threw the door open and quickly jumped out and squatted down, peeing hard and fast onto the ground and experiencing a peegasm near the level she has had that morning, although not quite as good. As she got done peeing she saw a car coming from way in the distance, so she finished peeing, gave her pussy a few quick pats, and hopped back into the truck for the last couple minutes of driving. As she got home she was greeted by her family and was glad to be in her familiar loving home with all her comforts and all her beloved sheep around. She was also glad to have unlimited access to good clean bathrooms, which she used to pee five times more before falling asleep that night.....
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Chapter 4: Test day
"I don't know what to say, I suppose you'll just have to squeeze your legs together or something, as you cannot leave this test room before your test is complete without forfeiting your score". These were the words Arabella had heard whispered to her by her professor during the first exam of the semester in her English class. Those words came 20 minutes ago, when she was around halfway through with the exam she was taking, yet fully distracted by a full bladder. Arabella had stayed well hydrated, as was normal, all throughout the day, and it was catching up to her in this last class of the day. She was wearing a white t shirt, black bra, white thong panties, and black athletic shorts that covered her ass and a small part of her thighs, but that was about all they covered. Her footwear was red tennis shoes with white socks that went almost to her knee. She looked very good, and she knew it. What she also knew was that her professors advice of squeezing her legs together was barely working anymore, and Arabella had at least 25 minutes of test left to complete. She had a fine grade in the class, but still couldn't afford to lost a whole test score, so she buckled down, squirming and squeezing her legs together even harder as she went. She was embarrassed, but nobody really seemed to notice too much except for the professor and a guy who was sitting closest to her. She knew he knew because he had heard her ask the professor to go. And because of all her movement in the seat. While she was embarrassed, especially because she thought this guy was cute, she was also slightly... Excited in a weird way. Because she had to pee. And she knew that at least two other people knew it, if not more suspected it. She never had been excited by needing to pee before, always finding it a chore to go. But, since she had witnessed her roommate once wet herself and once be desperate to go, something inside her had been awoken, and she liked seeing her desperate, as well as knowing that someone knew she had to go... Or maybe she was just going crazy right now, as she was indeed also embarrassed, as well as worried about being able to finish before her bladder had had enough.
Fifteen minutes later, and Arabella had made quite good time, with only two multiple choice questions and a small short answer to write left before completion. Her desperation, while still somewhat manageable, was seriously worrying her, and she decided in order to finish she just had to use some direct pressure, otherwise her black shorts would quickly become shiny, at least with a leak. Arabella quit squirming, and replaced the action by sitting on the heel of her right red tennis shoe, and scooting back and forth on it. And this worked for the remainder of the test, but not without drawing the attention of quite a few surrounding students, and even some students behind her noticed, who she was unaware knew. It was very embarrassing, but less so than wetting yourself in college! Just as she finished writing her response, a small leak happened, and she shot her left hand to her crotch, and pressed for a few seconds to support her heel grinding. The leak wasn't bad though, and had just barely wet her panties. She quickly stood up, opting not to go over her test, and instead marched it stiffly to the front of the room to put it on the professors desk. She managed to do this without any help from her hands, so didn't draw too much attention to herself doing that. Before she could leave the room though and search for desperately needed relief, she had to return to her desk and pack her stuff into her bag. She managed to walk back to her desk without too much trouble, but as she began packing her bag she kept getting more desperate, and began rapidly stepping in place to keep her bladder contained. She got all her stuff in her bag, zipped it quickly, and basically ran out of the room, although she managed to avoid holding her crotch until she hit the hallway, at which point her left hand hit her crotch and grabbed furiously to prevent a second leak. Arabella was very desperate at this point, but she was incredibly glad she managed to hand her test in without too much embarrassment. She stopped in the hallway to consider her options now that she was free of the test, of which options she had three.
The first option was to go to the toilet a floor below her. She was on the second floor, and while the first floor had restrooms, the second did not. The second option was to skip this toilet as it was on the opposite side of the first floor, and head straight outside and to the library directly across the way from her that had restrooms right inside of it (she knew this because of her campus tour she had before classes started). This didn't really make as much sense as her first option, but it was a choice. The third option was to try and make it back to her room, which she wanted to go to anyways, as her roommate Liliana and her wanted to and planned watch a movie after her test. It was a five minute walk to her building and two more minutes to get to the restroom on her floor, so about seven minutes. This option made the least sense of all... Unless she wanted more people to notice her desperate. The Thought got her excited, and she smiled thinking of everyone on campus watching her struggle to hold her pee. This was unlike any thoughts she had really had before, but she enjoyed having them. But... Just as she was considering choosing option three, the guy who had been sitting nearest her and who knew she had to pee while taking the test, walked out of the test room! In his eyes, he saw a beautiful, hot woman in a cute outfit standing there, squeezing and grabbing her crotch, looking frazzled. In Arabella's eyes, she saw this as a very embarrassing thing, but also an even better chance to let someone know she had to pee than option three. It was like the embarrassment and danger of being desperate combined and got her excited! She was a smart woman, and a quick thinker, and she used this to her advantage. "Excuse me", she said to the cute boy, "it's no secret at this point that I'm dying to pee". As she said "dying to pee" she added her right hand to her crotch as well, and started stepping in place slightly. "But I'm not sure where the nearest bathroom is, do you happen to know"? She said this with urgency, as she seriously was about to pee herself. As Arabella stood there potty dancing, the cute guy was blushing. Not because she had to pee (he wasn't into that, persay), but because she was very hot in his eyes, and he was excited to just be talking to her, even in such awkward circumstances as these. "ummm... Ye-yea I think there is one on the first floor.. I can take you there if you want?" "That would be awesome, now let's please go! Like right now!!" She said excitedly, both hands still planted in her crotch. "You lead the way... Whoever you are. Haha what is your name?" Arabella asked as they began heading towards the stairs. "uhh.. Brian. And yours is?" "Arabella", she giggled. "As they, reached the stairs and descended them, Arabella encouraged "hey can you walk a little faster? I'm actually peeing my pants here". She said it in a joking way, but truthfully it was no lie, as she was walking she lost a spurt and it wet her left hand fingers. "yea I'll hurry", and he did, beginning to jog down the stairs, and then to the bathrooms he knew were on the other side of the building. Arabella was using all her willpower, and all her muscle power, to keep more leaks from springing. As they rounded the corner to the restrooms, there was a very unnerving sight. The women's restroom was closed!!! Arabella literally gasped, and broke out into a full on, frantic pottydance. "There's no way, I literally cannot hold it a minute longer. Brian please watch guard for me". All he could muster was a confused "ok?" As Arabella ran full sprint into the men's restroom that was still open, praying that there was nobody in there. And luckily for her, there wasn't. This was good, as she ran for the nearest stall, pulling her shorts and panties down before she even reached the stall. She began leaking, and before she hit the toilet in sweet relief, pee had ran down and in-between her thighs and wet her thong and shorts pretty well. But Arabella did not care. She was in pure ecstasy as her bladder relieved itself into the waters below.
After finishing peeing, Arabella pulled her panties and shorts back up. They were wet, and the pee made them sticky to her womanhood and thighs. But she was incredibly lucky her shorts were black, so it really didn't show through... Much at least. She quickly left the stall and opted not to wash her hands, Incase some guy would come in there. As she exited the room she felt exhilaration, and saw Brian standing there, watching guard as she had asked. He stood there blushing like a fool, unsure of what to say after all he had seen, so she simply said "Thank you so so much Brian... I appreciate your help more than you could ever know. But... Do you think we could maybe keep this between just us? Hehe". "Yes I promise not to tell a soul... But uhh... Did you make it okay? Like... Ya know?" All Arabella did was giggle and smile, and she gave him a quick peck on the cheek as she said "See you in class, you better sit by me again!" After this she headed out of the building, and thought of her experience the whole way back to her room for her movie time with Liliana...
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Chapter 5: Fishing fun
"What, have you never seen a girl need to pee before?" Liliana quipped loudly to the guy next to her who was about 5 yards away. He quickly looked away from the blue jean wearing 18 year old. Her jeans were much bluer than the muddy river she was fishing in, and her legs rippled back and forth with the steps she was taking, similar to the waves ripping on the shore. She was stepping in place due to exactly the reason she told the guy, she had to pee!! Ella had convinced Liliana and her roommate Arabella to come with her fishing. Liliana hadn't been fishing in a long time, and Arabella hadn't since she was a child, so they both eagerly agreed to go with Ella. But now on this Saturday evening, there was a real threat of Liliana's jeans becoming wet and flowing like the river was. They had been there for two hours, and Liliana had caught two Bass. Arabella caught three Bass and a small Sauger. And Ella had caught eight Bass. The clouds were covering the blue sky, and the wind was blowing hard, so it was quite comfortable outside! Liliana's tennis shoes slapped the dirt beneath her with each step, and her bladder was unhappy with how full it was, to say the least. Her outburst towards the guy was perhaps unneeded, but she didn't appreciate being stared at while just trying to hold her pee in!
As much fun as fishing was, it would have been much more fun for Liliana if there was a bathroom, but there wasn't one at all. Her brown sweater was running up her body with all the stepping, and it slightly exposed her stomach. Ella and Arabella were standing beside her, each about five yards apart as well. The guy that was previously staring at her stepped away to a different spot, which allowed the trio of gals to have their own little spot. The river was still busy with fishers though, with people all around, varying in distance from 25 yards away to a couple hundred yards. Ella was fishing away, although she was aware of her friends plight and asked if she wanted to go. "Well...I hate to leave but I really have to pee. Obviously haha. Maybe we should head out". There was a gas station around five minutes away, which would make an excellent bathroom stop. Ella, who was wearing tight blue jeans as well, then asked Arabella if she was ready to go. And truth be told, Arabella wasn't ready due to one reason.. she was thoroughly enjoying watching her friend desperate to pee. She wasn't sure exactly why and she hadn't experienced these feelings before college. But since she had seen Liliana desperate and also been desperate herself, she was starting to enjoy desperation, both her own and others. It made her feel weird, and she didn't want to admit it... But it made her excited! Arabella herself didn't have to pee, so her gray leggings were at no threat of becoming wet. But she wanted a reason to keep Liliana desperate! So she quickly responded "well I'm really enjoying fishing... Liliana I see you need to pee, but how bad is it?" "Well I'm not stepping in place for fun! It's pretty bad..." "Hmm I see", said Arabella, "do you have to pee Ella? I don't have to myself, and this is so much fun!" Ella responded "I do need to pee. But I'm not bad at all. Liliana is my concern!" Arabella looked at Liliana, who was still stepping in place and occasionally lifting her legs pretty high, and suggested "can't you just like, squat behind a rock girl?" Liliana glanced around, and while there were a few rocks, there were too many people to do so. "There's way too many people to do that.. I bet Ella would bring us back soon though!" Arabella, not one to give up easily, then made a suggestion that Liliana and Ella were both surprised to hear! "You're right... But people wouldn't notice if you just like... Well....peed your jeans." Liliana paused for a second, even stopping her stepping, but then she smudged her legs together and pressed her left hand right Into her crotch, pressing her palm through her jeans seam. As she did this, she said "... Girl WHAT are you talking about!! Why on earth would I pee my jeans on PURPOSE??!" She didn't say it in a bad or angry way, but more so in a very confused way. Arabella began to regret what she suggested, but it was too late to go back, so she tried to play it off. "Well I mean if you peed your jeans we could stay! And nobody but us three would know. What do you think Ella?" "Well to be honest... I think that's an idea. But I'm not sure if it's good or bad! I think it would probably make more sense to just leave. I do promise we will come back!" Defeated, Arabella agreed, and the three packed up their stuff and went back to Ella's truck, with Liliana trying to discreetly, but not very discreetly in reality, gripping her crotch and bouncing around. Her jeans were tight, so it made it easy to get a good grip on her crotch.
As Ella began driving off, Liliana was sitting in the passenger seat still holding her crotch, this time with two hands. This kept a good grip on it though, and she felt secure from any leaks. Arabella was in the back seat, and she was enjoying watching the last few minutes of Liliana's desperation. Or she thought it was the last few minutes, as when they rounded the hill and could see the gas station they planned to stop at, a miracle for Arabella and a disaster for Liliana occured. The station has police all around it with lights flashing, and they were sealing it off with police tape! Liliana saw this and immediately gripped herself harder and began bouncing in her seat. "Oh shoot.. that's not good. Ella we have to find somewhere else to stop quickly please". Ella agreed so they kept driving, with Arabella enjoying the chance to relish in it more! The unexpected delay really began to seal the deal for Liliana, and her desperation was increasing a lot, too quickly. She was becoming very squirmy and constantly was holding her crotch. And then a spurt escaped. And Liliana tried to hide it. But then another long spurt escaped, and Liliana looked at Ella and said "I'm spurting in my jeans and I CAN'T STOP I'm gonna pee in your truck... Again.." Arabella was in heaven. But she felt bad for her friend. And there just so happened to be a large empty soda cup in the back seat floorboard. So she quickly grabbed it and threw it at Liliana saying "Liliana take your jeans off and pee in this". It hit Liliana, who now had two wet hands in her crotch, and she quickly unbuckled herself, fumbled with her jeans (as she continued to spurt into them), pulled them down, her red panties down, and grabbed the cup which had hit the floor before erupting into it with her hot pee. Ella slowed down to a reasonable speed and laughed, saying "I prefer that cup over my car seat! Although it looks like the seat got a little wet... No worries it'll clean". All Liliana could do was grunt in response, and all Arabella could do was squeeze her own legs together, not due to a need to pee but a need to try and pleasure herself. This was an incredibly hot situation for her! The cup was a huge soda cup, and Liliana filled it to the absolute brim, but did manage to stop her stream. Without a word she put the window down, dumped it out, and then laughed saying "I still gotta go.. do y'all mind if I do?" "Of course I don't mind" Ella said, still driving, although watching Liliana pee made her bladder fuller as well, and she began to squeeze her legs together. Arabella said nothing, and just enjoyed watching the moment. It took a second, but she got the stream going again and filled the cup halfway again! She then dumped it out the window and sat the cup on the floor, before sitting her bare bottom on the seat and examining her clothes. Her panties were soaked and her jeans were quite wet around her butt and thigh area. "Damn.. I really did pee myself" Liliana said. She wasn't sad, but more so embarrassed and ashamed. "I'm really sorry about your truck. I'll pay for cleaning." "I've got vinyl seat covers girl, the truck will clean!" Ever happy Ella said.
The trio continued back to campus, but Liliana kept feeling more ashamed, and as they pulled into the parking lot she began to tear up. The other two girls saw this and tried to comfort her, and Ella assured her it was not a big deal and that accidents happen! But Liliana wasn't convinced. Ella also had to pee quite badly at this point, although she had been hiding it quite well. So, as the three got out of the truck, Ella looked at Liliana and said "if peeing your pants was a big deal, then would I do this?" Liliana looked and began laughing and cheering up, while Arabella was very amazed that she actually was getting her wish from earlier of seeing pants getting peed on purpose, but not in the way she expected! Ella pushed her legs together and stood with her hands on her hips, and after a second or two to get started, a stream of liquid erupted from her and darkened at first the crotch and butt of her jeans, followed by her thighs, and then her entire jeans down into her boots. Her black boots became absolutely filled with her pee, and her jeans were soaking wet, with her ass and thighs absolutely covered in hot pee. It turned out Ella had a whole lot of pee in her bladder!! While a weird way to comfort a friend, Liliana thought Ella's gesture was sweet and funny, and it did prove a good point, that peeing your pants does happen. Ella felt weird with all this liquid in her boots and jeans.. but she felt it was worth it to help a friend out. And she did feel relief from her bladder, which was important. Arabella was just.. amazed. She felt herself becoming wet, and was so intrigued and happy by her feelings after seeing all of this. Ella dumped her boots out as Liliana continued to laugh. The trio then made their way up to Liliana and Arabellas dorm, but later when Arabella was alone, she relished her memories from the day.....
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All seemed quiet, and still, until the fearful sound of thunder became audible.
Michelle shot up, her curly, frizzy brown hair hanging messily across her shoulders as her eyes seemed to dart around, her chest lifting up, and down for what seemed like every second without fail as she heaved breath by breath.
Another nightmare.
The girl’s breathing began to slow as her eyes adjusted to the dark, her heart still pounding hard, and fast inside her chest, but she would never let anyone know that, her hands, painted a tanned light brown from the day she was born, her fingernails a sparkly, glittered pink, slid down beneath her blanket, snaking their way across her waistline and down her slim hips before they reached her crotch, which, like it had been the past week without fail, was warm.
And worse? It was wet.
She couldn’t understand it, since around a week ago, despite never having been in such a situation, she couldn’t help but dream of falling off unstable scaffolding, and that…device, she shuddered slightly, the thought of it left the hairs across the back of her neck stood on end, and every time she had woken up, it was always the same.
For some reason, every time she dreamt of it, she woke up soaked in her own pee, and she couldn’t understand that either, it had started since about a week ago, when she found her, and her best friend, Ned, on the island that housed the Statue of Liberty, the problem? It was the same scaffolding that she dreamt of falling from that covered the Statue, and worse? That day, her jeans were completely soaked, and she couldn’t understand why.
All she could remind was a figure, a slim, brown haired boy clad in a red and black suit, and yet…his face seemed to have been rubbed out, gone from her memory, she couldn’t understand it, and she hated that, she hated not understanding, and she hated not understanding as much as she was.
An hour passed, in which she took her clothes down to the washer, and stripped out of her wet clothes, throwing them into the washer with precision that could only be found in a person who had dealt with it before.
She felt annoyed, that such an old adversary had re-emerged.
Her urge incontinence seemed to have returned.
She shivered as she felt the warmth that the shower water provided, but couldn’t help but sigh in pleasure as it washed away her worries, and the wet reminder of her accident, it seemed to calm her, and she needed that, so much right now.
She spent longer than she should have basking in that comforting feeling, and as a consequence? She had to rush to get ready, picking out a, at least by her standards, childish pair of panties absentmindedly, pairing them up with a pair of light blue jeans, and a white, wooly jumper, she hardly had time to get her shoes on before she ran out of the door in order to make it to her bus stop, where she had promised Ned she would meet him.
Her black Mary Janes didn’t fail to make a soft tapping sound as they collided with the concrete, announcing her eventual arrival to her friend when she finally made it to the bus stop, luckily on top, and insulting early, breathless and her face red as a consequence.
Moving towards her friend, she couldn’t help but open her arms for a hug, which the lovable boy answered her prayer almost instinctively, she had, albeit embarrassingly, told the boy about her struggles recently, and he had done nothing but helped her, which she felt eternally grateful for.
After a few minutes, the black and yellow bus made its obvious appearance, honestly you could spot it a mile away, and the girl chose a seat nearest to the window, as childish as others viewed it, she loved the way the surrounding area flew past.
However, it was as they arrived at the school, and her shoes made their announcement in the sound of that soft tapping, colliding with the relatively new concrete, she realised something important.
She had, in her rush, neglected her routinely morning pee, and with her embarrassing problem possibly making a return into her life, she had needed to not break that formation never more than today.
English Studies went by pretty quickly, and she was surprised, considering she had never really considered herself good at well, anything, but as she stepped out of the classroom, she felt a small, but noticeable pang of pain erupt from her bladder, and she knew she needed to pee, yet, she also knew that the next lesson, being mathematics, was on the other side of the school, and that if she went to pee, she would be late, yet again, and she was sure that she’d need to pee again in the inevitable detention that awaited her if she followed that plan.
And so, she began to walk away from the toilets, instead, walking towards her history classroom, and luckily, arrived right on time.
Maths didn’t go by so quickly, and instead, she found herself quietly, and nervously rubbing her legs together as that urge seemed to worsen, and just when she thought she was in the clear, she heard her name be called, causing her to silently whisper a small 'fuck' to herself, as she was asked to stand up to come and solve an equation.
That walk was the most nerve wracking thing she was sure she had ever done, and weakly pushing herself to the board, she began to use the marker in order to write down the equation, and the answer.
Just those small, almost insignificant two minutes of doing that action, changed the entire course of whether or not she’d arrive home dry.
Her last lesson went by just as quickly as English, then again, it was Spanish, and she was good at Spanish, so perhaps that was why.
As she made her way, finally to the only toilets in the school, she couldn’t help but bring a hand down to her throbbing privates to try and relieve some of the pain, yet when she reached the door, the paper notice that covered the otherwise brown coloured entry almost made her cry.
'OUT OF ORDER'
She’d have to hold it until she got home, and she wasn’t sure if she could do, nor handle that, but she had little choice, and so, she made the shamed walk back to the other side of the school, to make sure she’d make it to her bus.
Finally sitting down, she couldn’t help but cross her legs, luckily, it was practically empty besides a few people, and Ned had been picked up due to a dentist appointment, which she couldn’t help but smile at, he was eighteen and still being picked up by his mom, she honestly found it cute.
But really, how could she talk? She was eighteen and struggled staying dry.
As the bus jolted to a slow and excruciating start, she felt her bladder involuntarily spasm due to the shaking, leading to a large spurt entering her panties, which she couldn’t help but gasp at.
As the ride went onwards, she went from crossing her legs, to having both hands pressed through her blue jeans, digging into her throbbing crotch, she was honestly in agony, and every few minutes or so, she’d feel a small, albeit still dangerous enough to soak her pants, spurt enter her clothing.
The bus went onwards, and she couldn’t help but sigh, she had forgotten how far the school was from her house in her rush, and all the small routes that she found fascinating just that morning, now seemed annoying and dangerous to her dignity, the first hint that she was in danger, was when the bus went over a speed bump and she felt a long stream soak her panties, and most definitely at least dampen her jeans, and that gave her an idea, looking around the coach, it was just her, at the back, and two people at the front, one being the driver, the other a brown haired boy, almost like the one from her dreams, she didn’t have time to ponder on that, though, and she began to pull down her jeans, just far enough that they were at her knees, her purple panties that were splattered with pink polka-dots now seemed to fit this childish behaviour, as she released the contents in her bladder, only for a few seconds, but with how desperate she was, it was like releasing half of her problem, and by the end of those ten seconds, her, her panties and the seat were all soaked, she quickly moved to the next seat and pulled her jeans back up, not thinking of the wet patch it could leave on the light blue denim.
Finally her stop arrived, and she stood, feeling another spurt escape due to the sudden movement, to which she felt her face go bright red, and she sort of shuffled her way past the row, stepping out of the bus, and onto the pavement, the brown boy seemed to follow her, staying slowly behind, but his eyes seemed fixated on something and reaching her hands slyly behind her, she realised what.
She had a relatively large wet patch across her butt.
Removing her hands from her crotch however, gave it the signal to release, and she couldn’t do anything but gasp in shock as she felt it release, that sigh was followed by a quiet moan from the girl, due to the relief of it.
The soaking lasted minutes, and by the time it ended, her pants were completely soaked, there was no way she could ever hide this.
"Michelle? Is that you?" A voice came from behind her, and she almost fell over as she spun on her heel, her soaked pants on full display.
It was him, it was the boy from her dreams.
Something clicked and she felt tears fall down her face.
"Peter?" |
Chapter Four: Little Secret, Big Piss
“John, hey! How is Alexis?”
“How’s Alexis..? Oh! That’s right, she’s doing good. She wasn’t upset, though; I lied. It was because you caught us in a moment, and your presence caught me by surprise.”
“Listen, the wildest, hottest thing happened to me after I saw you that day.”
“After you left . . . “
I walked her home, since taking the bus was a no-go. She piss-soaked her jeans and dampened my khakis when I hugged her.
“Oh my.. Alexis!.. you literally pissed on me! Look at my fucking khakis.. what the fuck am I gonna do, I can’t the bus, and my house is too far by walk!”
Although Alexis’ bus stop is only four stops prior to mine, those bus stops are placed at quiet the distance—it would take longer to walk from her place to my place than from work to her place.
“Oh my g—Alexis! How am I gonna get home?! You and your fucking book, why are you.. wh—ugggggghh!”
At this point, I’m fuming. Although what she did back there was.. arousing.., after I returned back to reality, I realized that we were in public. There were people in the street, albeit not many, but still people—people walking towards us, having to pass us by; the embarrassment gets to me. I value my boringness: it diverts all attention from myself: just a boring man, with a boring sense of style, but all of that is out the window with my piss—I’m sorry—her piss soaking my khakis.
Alexis, on the other hand, is bright red and mute. She’s looking straight ahead in total silence, refusing to make any eye contact.
Then there’s me: yelling at her. My blazing heart redirecting its fire to my actual head and voice—
“Alexis! Are you not going to fucking answer me?! Are you not going to say anythi—“
She quickly turns her head to me, eyes dug into mine:
“JOHN! WILL YOU PLEASE.. j-just..”
Her eyes start to shake swiftly left to right, and tears start forming in the corners..
“..shut the fuck.. uu-uu-uu-uuuuppppp—”
She starts full sobbing and my face freezes.. my heart sinks to bottom of my stomach.. all of its fire extinguished by her tears..
I hug her immediately.
I quickly take my jacket off and wrap it around her waist, and quickly get back to hugging her.
“Hey.. listen.. I’m sorry, I—I don’t know what came over me.. it’s just that I stick out like a sore thumb with these wet pants. I’m boring for a reason, you know: I don’t like the attention being on me. But I didn’t think twice that maybe you felt the same way..”
She, sobbing and talking into my chest:
“I’m sorr-rr-ryyyy, I—I.. >muffled, jumbled speech< lost control, but I didn’t m-m-mean to—your.. yel—yel..ling is giving me a p-panic attack-k-k-k..”
“Hey, hey.. I’m sorry. I’m sorry..”
I rubbed her shoulder profusely, thinking:
‘Gosh, what the fuck is wrong with me?.. I made her cry—I made her wet herself, then I made her cry: good fucking job..’
I consoled her.
She stops crying, and looks me in my eyes briefly, her eyes innocently pink, before pulling away—then punches me in my arm out of nowhere:
“Don’t you EVER fucking yell at me like that again!”
“Ahhh, ssss!..”
Fuck, her punches hurt, as I rub my arm.
We walk for a bit in silence, I afraid of saying a word that may set her off. But we had to do something about our situation.
“S-so, what are.. we going to do?”
She annoyingly retorts:
“Well, John, maybe we should just examine the damage and take selfies. What do you mean: ‘what are we going to?’, go home, obviously!”
“Right, but my place is too far, and the sun is setting.. soon your piss in my khakis is gonna get real cold..”
“Can you not refer to my piss being in your khakis, please?.. Fine, this is what we’ll do: you’ll come to my place and change there, happy?”
“Are you sure, I can just wait outside while you get me something el—“
“No, no—just come in, it’ll soon get real cold and I don’t want you freezing. Just come inside when we get there.”
. . . .
An hour passes and it’s dark outside. Alexis is absolutely freezing—remember, she pissed herself a decent lot; I just got the surface wetness and a portion of her jet piss. We’re only a five blocks away though.
Alexis, shivering:
“Brrr, oh fuck it’s cold..”
“Yeah, I know, these wet khakis are making things worse.”
“How you think I feel, these skintight jeans are little painted on my legs: I can feel the cold piss in them..”
Although the sun is down, I can still see the dark patches of soaked jeans. Her pussy must be so cold, I thought to myself. As I was secretly peeking at her crotch, she places hold hands against herself, pressing them in an upward-like manner: there’s no way she still has to pee, I thought.
“Hey, do you still have to pee or something..?”
She quickly takes her hands out of her crotch:
“Nooo..? I’m.. just.. cold..”
“Oh—“
“Why are you looking where my hands are, don’t you have full proof on your pants already?”
“No—I.. ugh, never mind.”
We reach another two blocks closer and I notice she squeezes her legs together, slowing down a bit. She places her right hand in her bladder and her hand in her crotch.
“Hey, I knew it! You have to pee still! Wow, I thought you finished back there..”
She shaking her head while giving in:
“Well, I haven’t finished then; what, did you expect me to let go completely?”
“No, but I thought that final jet of piss was what was remaining—I mean it was a lot: I thought that was the rest of it.”
“Well, it obviously isn’t—“
As we’re walking, I grab her right arm to stop:
“What were you doing back there? When I accidentally made you leak, you kept going; and it looked like you did it on purpose..”
She bats her eyes to left, shy to respond, but speaks anyway:
“I—it was an accident at first, but it felt so playful—you tickling me and all—and it kind of.. made me.. feel good.. so I let a little more out because.. it felt good—I’m sorry, this is just too awkward to say—“
I was stunned: felt good, to wet—it felt good to wet herself? Huh, makes me think why I felt good after seeing her wet herself.
“You know, you weren’t alone, right?”
“Oh yeah!.. when I saw little Johnson come out, I was caught by surprise because it made me realize that I turned you on..”
I bat my eyes away, embarrassed.
“Uhh, yeah.. I don’t know what came over me: I guess you having an accident just got me somehow..”
She feels her heart straiten a bit and her crotch tingle, but quickly ignores it, refusing to entertain the reality of what she’s heard. Breaking the awkward shyness, she diverts our conversation:
“Hey, listen, we need to get home, it’s really cold and I have to pee—“
“I have to pee, too!—“
“..uhh, okay John..”
She feeing awkward that I just blurted that out of nowhere, but slightly enticed by the fact that I, as she, am in need of a piss.
We reach the block before her place. I feel the urge to grow stronger in my bladder, bringing my legs together. And she takes notice, placing her left hand tightly on her crotch, as if her seeing my desperation made her get the urge to pee as well.
Her place is now around the corner. Another urge overcomes me and I place my hand in partially wet pocket, grabbing my dick hard to cope my desperation. She sees me do it, as I don’t bother hiding it, and feels a tingle in her crotch, aroused briefly at the sight of my desperation.
“Well, we’re here.. let me just find my keeeys.. my keeeys, my keeeys, where are my keeeys..?”
“Come on, Alexis, find your keys faster, it’s freaking cold—and I have to pee..”
As another urge crashes into me, I grab my crotch with both hands tightly. Then cross my legs, left over right; then right over left.
“Holy fuck!.. where the hell are my keys?!.. brrrrr, ho-ho-hoooo.. ha.. ha.. brrr.. that breeze is not helpiiiinnnggg..
“Brrrr, oh maaan, that chill—Alexis, the keys, where are your keeeys?! Come on, I have to pee, I’ve been holding it all day, unlike you!”
She feels her heart skip a beat and another tingle in her crotch, but ignores it.
“Wait, John, wait a little more; I don’t know where my key is.”
“Oh, just stop talking me and look for your the keys, dammit.”
I place my left hand in my pants and grab my dick over my briefs, as I lightly stomp my feet in desperation. She seeing this, gets distracted from finding her keys.
“Damn, how can a key disappear in my bag, I remember having it this morning..”
“Alexis! How can you misplace your key?! Did I not give you your keys the other day?!
Ohh, oh for the love of—Alexis, why are you like this, hm? First you fall and lose your key, then you piss yourself wet, and now you torture me with your inability to find your key?!
“Alexis, I swear, if you don’t open this door right now, I’m going to piss myself and whip you to death with my soaked khakis!”
Upon hearing this, her heart skips another beat and her crotch tingles even more. Unable to ignore it, she starts picturing my desperation intensifying, getting aroused thereby.
“Alexis!.. Give.. me..—“
I try to snatch her bag from her, snapping her out of her fantasy; but she quickly insists she can find her key, tugging back her bag from me, like in a game of tug-of-war—
“Give.. me.. yooourrr—BAG!..”
I snatch it away from her, annoying her: she punches me, with her mighty punch, in the lower abdomen, effectively snatching her bag out from my hands.. but—
“Ahhh.. Alexis!..YOU’VE MADE ME—“
She remarking:
“Hey, that’s what you get for taking my stuff; don’t ta—“
She pauses as her eyes scroll down and stop, noticing my partially dry, partially wet, grayish patch of her piss is layered with my own splotch, leaving behind a yellow tinge on my crotch, dripping down trailing droplets therefrom.
She quickly looks at me, her eyes frozen in place. Her hearts starts pounding gradually faster and her crotch starts tingling. Despite the cold, she breaks a small sweat on her forehead.
I look at her, mixed with emotions: feeling my face turn red and the blood of embarrassment reaching my throat; yet nevertheless getting aroused by the warmth of the release engulfing my crotch, and feeling naughty that I did so in front of her.
I looked directly into her eyes, unwavering, as she did me earlier at the bus stop. She stares back and hiccups, as she slowly gets turned on.. forgetting her keys.. forgetting her bag.. as it slowly slips out of her fingers, hitting the ground.
She looks me in my eyes, darting between them and my yellow, steamy piss patch. Her face turns red in arousal.
Her mouth opens slightly and she briefly bites the corner of her left lip: she can’t stop looking my wet crotch. Her heart starts pounding hard and slow, and she feels her crotch tingling even more, unable to stop herself from making a comment:
“Mmmm, John, that looks warm.. and I’m so co—it’s so cold..”
Her response flooring me, as my heart slows intensely to the beat of hers, pounding harder with ever beat—suddenly the urge to let a little more out overtook me as I forgot myself in her eyes.
“Ssssssst”, my crotch hissing softly whilst I struggle to speak:
“ahhhhhh.. the cold is sooo cold and my.. my.. isss soooo warmmmm.. mmmm..”
My warmth giving me goosebumps, shivering and forcing me to bite my bottom lip.
The yellow-tinged patch brightens and follows the path her piss took down my pants earlier, extending the path further, below my upper left thigh, with my own.
Her front door light randomly turns on, exposing her dark, hard and perky nipples through her white shirt—hm, she’s not wearing a bra for some reason. Her face is evidently bright red. She can’t help but unconsciously place her left index finger once again into her mouth, biting down on it.
Seeing her turned her on, I exploit her vulnerability for my own satisfaction:
“Mmmm, it’s so cold, and my crotch is sooo warmmmm—“
Biting my bottom lips, exposing my upper teeth, as if my teeth force-shut my speech and exaggerates the silence of the still air, leaving our eyes no choice but to dig into each other’s naughty minds.
In the stillness of the air, I let out another forced squirt: “HHSSssst!”, hissing against my tight briefs: my crotch covered once again in hot warmth. My piss patch suddenly explodes in yellow and travels down my lower left thigh and just over my left knee.
Upon seeing and hearing it, she flinches and shivers, goosebumps running all over her body: her mirror neurons privy her access to my inner warm, piss-soaked sensation. Her nipples harden even more and her crotch swells, tingling even more. She bites down even harder on her finger.
Her reaction turns me on, and I grow a hard-on within seconds.
“Oh..”
As I look below at the tent my cock has pitched in my khakis, then back into her eyes.
Her eyes widen and she takes her finger out of her mouth, lest she bites it off entirely, and bites her bottom lips intensely. Standing, she crosses her legs like an X, her feet placed on on opposite sides. She places both her hands between her upper thighs and against her crotch over her jeans, pulling upwards, as her crotch tingles uncontrollably.
Suddenly, her swollen bladder urges her for release, but she withholds, turning her on more as her desperation takes a hold of her.
“Mmmm, I wanna pee.. but not yet.. I wanna see more from you—I wanna hear you give in while I struggle..
My teeth relinquish my bottom lips, reddened and teeth-marked by my biting down hard; my lower jaw drops and I look down: I put my right hand over the khakis, grabbing my crotch tightly:
“Ohhh! Fuuuck!—“
And forcefully release another jet of yellow piss:
“HHSHSHshshshsssst!”
—my hard pipe jetting piss as if a high-pressured hose—bursts through my tight briefs, khakis, and out from between the fingers of my fist altogether, squirting through it, vibrating lightly. My tight grasp forcing yellow piss laterally into my upper right thigh, leaking down, leaving behind three divergent trails, and ultimately dribbling onto the ground.
“Ohhh!.. so.. fucking.. warm.. mmmmm!”
She absolutely fucking loses it, as she lets go of her bottom lips, dropping her jaw, and rolling up her eyes—gasping and moaning—as her throbbing crotch tingles, leaking a few dribbles uncontrollably out of arousal; she starts rubbing her crotch up and down, over her semi-soaked jeans, with both her hands and lets out a high-pitched moan mid exclamation:
“Mmmm, that’s so.. so..—hmmmhhhheah!—mmmm—fuck!—“
As she rubs, she uncrosses her legs and slowly approaches me, seductively, and naughtily utters:
“I see you like flooding yourself, so naughty of you.. I want to feel that warm shaft as you let yourself go in those khakis..”
Her front door light randomly turns off.
She grabs my right arm and directs my warm pissed-soaked hand along her white shirt: up her waist, to her breasts, and up to her mouth, licking my whole palm, my wet hand smearing piss onto her shirt on the way up. I place the tips of my middle- and ring-fingers into her mouth. And, as she lightly bites on them, she slips her left hand into my khakis and grabs my shaft—her eyes seductively fixed to my own—whispering:
“Let..”
—Her eyes looking below—
“Go..”
—Her eyes looking back up into my own.
Her command forcefully opens my flood gates, my crotch instantly grows hot, having briefly cooled. She rubs herself over her jeans with her right hand and moans while she pulls on me with the other, each pump extracting more and more piss, engulfing her hand as she strokes. I softly uncontrollably moan, as I experience hot warmth and friction, my piss gushing into my briefs and khakis, warming my crotch and cold inner thighs. The warmth escaping in a soft hiss and trickles down between my thighs, over my knees, to my ankles, and into my loafers, warming my cold, numb feet.
In all that ecstasy, the thought of busting while pissing floods my mind as my piss floods my pants. All the right sounds, all the right warmth—I look down, my khakis covered in yellow, glistening steamy piss—and I moan uncontrollably yet again at its sight; she responding in like manner, as she rubs herself more and more, pressing her right hand against herself harder and harder over her cold, semi-soaked jeans; warming up her crotch thereby with each subsequent rub.
I grab her left hand away from her crotch, licking its palm and placing it on my accelerating, pounding heart, so she could feel my blood pump from one hand to the other stroking while covered in warm piss.
I slowly raise my right hand against her waist and up under her shirt, squeezing her soft breasts—briefly twirling her irresistible hard nipples; then move my hand up and through the neck of her shirt, raising her shirt, which lifts her breasts therewith—her shirt lifts just high enough, releasing and exposing her breasts, they falling back down, bouncing in place. My right hand around her throat, I push her against her house wall outside, she responding with a subdued moan through her bitten-down lips.
She naughtily remarks:
“Are you going to force it out me..?
I stare into her eyes, just a few inches away, unwavering in gaze while keeping my right hand on her throat, I fondle her breasts with my left hand; then, slowly slip down her chest, to her waist and into her skintight jeans, feeling her throbbing, soaked, warm lips. And she lets out a high-pitched moan, shivering in an ecstasy of goosebumps, her pussy quivering whilst I kiss the side of her neck, up to her ear, lightly biting its lobe and whisper:
“I want your piss, give it to me..”
I rub my left hand in circles, pressing with medium force while kissing her neck. I take my right hand off her throat and press it against her bladder.
She desperately tries to hold herself whilst I place more and more pressure on her bladder. She dribbles on my left hand as her sphincter is incapable of withstanding the pressure of my right hand, quickly succumbing to the overwhelming urge to urinate; Her slow dribbles swiftly grow into a full-blown jet, I rub faster as her piss crashes against my palm; and she shivers yet again, her body shaking in totality, releasing a squealing moan. I place my right hand back onto her throat, she mouthing:
“Fuck.”
She responds with faster motion on my member.
Despite being muffled by the jeans, the hiss of her gushing, vibrating piss in my hand is still clearly audible, as her piss is forced to gush into the puddle my hand forms in her crotch: starting high-pitched and slowly lowering in pitch as she forms a deepening puddle in her crotch whilst my hand rubs her profusely. Her piss exploding out the front of her jeans, glistening in the moonlight, re-wetting the first piss path from earlier, soaking her cold thighs and feet, making audible tricking at her ankles as piss floods the ground below—not thinking twice about the stinging in her scrapped knees.
All her sounds, her warmth hissing in my hand, her flowing down her legs, I uncontrollably moan, partially loudly, as I hastily subdue my own mouth with my left hand lest the neighbors hear, continuing muffled under my own hand. My eyes roll back, my knees feeling weak, as if I’ve lost all control of my body; just as I empty my bladder, I explode in an unfathomable experience—I felt as though I’d faint, with each subsequent burst of load, her hands slipping in a slosh of cum and piss; I consequently rub her faster and harder.
She, still pissing, nearly belching a squealing, high-pitched moan, due to my acceleration, into the still night as I quickly release her throat and cover her mouth, subduing her mouth—she ever so slightly giggling through it—as she reaches climax, signaled by her short, quick exhalation and her steadily weakened stream accelerating in jet-like manner, in rhythmic pulses of six or seven bursts of whatever is remaining in her bladder, moaning through my right hand over her mouth, with each subsequent jet of piss.
She shivers, her body thrashing in an orgasmic ecstasy, her skin riding through a rollercoasters of goosebumps. I rub even faster until the end of the rhythmic cycle.
Her jeans are absolutely fucking soaked.
As we both finish.. we just.. stand there—not thinking twice that perhaps her neighbors might’ve seen us, or that her light would randomly flicker back on exposing us—and gaze into each other’s eyes..
We kiss, moaning in affection.
*Two hours later*
“We speak of this to no one—not even the kiss—got it?”
Oh, but there’s no way I could secret this experience from you, of course.
“What, Alexis, with all her eccentricity and confidence, keeps secrets?”
“This is the only secret that will I have—“
“Mmmm, I don’t think that’s entirely true. I bet there’s more..”
She bats her eyes to the side and back to mine, grinning.
“Thanks for letting me shower and the pajamas—I’m gonna have to walk home in girly pajamas—let me know when you’ve washed and dried my clothes. I’ll stop by your place and pick them up sometime next week.”
“Hey, no problem. Don’t worry, you look cute in those pajamas; they’re mine, of course!”
“Haha, right. And—hey—I’m really sorry about earlier today, I didn’t mean to give you a panic attack and make you cry..”
“Oh, it’s alright, I’ve had these panic attacks for some time now; they only happen when I’m under a lot of pressure; and while public wetting is embarrassing enough, your yelling wasn’t helping. Plus, you’ve more than made up for it *wink, wink*.”
“Haha, right, yes.. will—“
“Hm?”
“Will.. will there be a next time?”
“There might be..”
I smile and she smiled back.
“Oh! By the way, my keys were in my right jeans pocket. After I finished, I looked down at my soaked jeans—there was so much steam coming out of it—and I noticed a bulge in my right pocket: my keys, soaked in piss.. oopsy, hehe..”
“I’m so glad you misplaced your keys!”
“Ugh, you were so fucking hot—I’ve never uncontrollably moaned, but you.. were.. just.. mm.”
“Hey, you were great, too—I mean, you actually stunned me, ‘cuz I thought you were someone who’s boring and plain; I didn’t think that you like omo, too?”
“Heh, yeah, that’s my secret; I’m a boring guy with a dirty little secret.”
“Mmmm, I can’t wait to show what’s in store for you; I’m going to exploit this—if you thought this was really intense, you have no idea how much further I can step it up a notch..”
“Surprise me. ‘Til next time, then.”
Now the cold trek back home..
..halfway home, I think to myself why my dumb-self didn’t just ask to stay overnight.
I guess the whole experience has unscrewed a few bulbs in my head.. |
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This story is Hetalia fanfiction and I hope you like it. 🙂
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Italy stretched his legs and arms pushing the blanket off him. He was still half asleep. The light of the sun flashed between the silk curtains in the room that he was sleeping in.
Italy put his arm down and touched something hard, covered with thin fabric, and he sighed.
“Oh, good morning Germany”, Italy said happily.
“Take your hand of my crotch”, Germany said angrily.
“I.. I am sorry Germany”, Italy said blushing, and Germany sighed.
The man seemed so embarrassed, Italy could tell that from the mans wandering eyes and blushing red cheeks. Italy decided quickly to get up from the bed and started to get some clothes on.
Italy was about to ask if the man was going with him to get some breakfast, but then again he remembered his embarrassment and decided to let go. He had hit a man's delicate place literally, he thought. But they had been touching each other before, was he right? Cuddled and even kissed, slept together and so on. What was with the man right now? He was just about to ask, when he heard noises coming from the hallway.
Germany looked up when Italy started to get dressed. Was he even noticed that he had been… Hard right at the morning? It seemed that even if he did notice he didn’t care. Still Germany felt so embarrassed. First because Italy had touched hes manhood, although it was just an accident, and also that he had been so angry at him.
Germany had a crazy dream last night. He himself had been somewhat called Holy Roman Empire in that dream. He had fallen in love with a beautiful young girl called Italy.
Germany shook his head, memorising that dream only got his manhood to pulse. And that dream did not make any sense at all. Italy was not a woman, right?
Suddenly he heard loud noises coming from the hallway. Someone knocked the door, and Germany quickly pulled his blanket tighter around him just when Italy opens the door.
A confident man bursted to their room. He was Denmark, one of the nordic countries who seemed not to have any proper manners.
“Good morning fellows!” he yelled. Behind him standed another man, probably Denmarks own roommate Norway.
“How dare you to burst in here like that!” Germany yelled back at him and begin to swear loudly in german language.
“Relax bro, we just got in here to use your bathroom”, Denmark said sounding so carefree.
“Oh, what happened to your bathroom?” Italy asked when Denmark walked past him.
”Let’s just say someone tried to flush down our todays meeting plans”, Norway said shaking his head.
”Enough of that”, Denmark replied and locked himself to the bathroom. Norway walked into their room and just when Italy was turning towards Germany, the man all sudden began to shout.
”CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR SO I CAN PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!”
Italy’s face went all pale, but Norway just closed the door behind him like it was nothing.
Germany got up from the bed, sighing loudly. He had an orange top and black underwear. He wasn’t happy to get dressed in front of Italy and Norway, but he seemed not have any other choice.
At least he’s manhood was now acting nicely.
As soon as Germany got his clothes on, Denmark got out of the toilet and let Italy hurry in. Germany was so annoyed, when Denmark started walking around their room, watching closely their personal items. When he finally picked a pair of underwear up on the floor, Germany lost his temper.
”Just leave it be”, he said dangerously and Denmark smirked at him.
”Are these yours?” he asked grinning widely.
Germany grabbed his underwear out of Denmark's hands. Even though Germany was so mad, Denmark did not seem worried at all. Just at that moment, Italy came out of the bathroom and let Norway go in.
”Get out of here”, Germany said quietly.
”Not before Norway has finished”, Denmark sighed and looked down at his fingernails. ”You know my brother Germany, those two beds you sleep with your boyfriend can be pushed separate if you want to.”
Germany looked like he was boiling, and he started to swear again in german. Denmark on the other hand looked delighted, and when Norway come out those two headed out of their room.
When the door finally closed, Germany sighed deeply and let his shoulders fall.
“I’m sorry”, Germany said quietly and looked at Italy who seemed so confused right now.
“That’s alright Germany”, he said smiling a little.
Germany also smiled a little. He was so happy that Italy was always so positive and forgiving towards him.
“Hi Germany!”
Germany looked how Italy brought tons of food to his table. He had bread and croissants, eggs and bacon, fruits, yogurt with some seeds, many glasses of fresh juices and a cup of coffee.
Germany shook his head and smiled a little when Italy started to eat his food. Germany himself had took few slices of bread, sausages and some boiled eggs. He also had a cup of coffee and two glasses of juice.
The two men sat opposite each other and soon Japan joined them with China. Germany noticed, that the Nordic countries had also come at breakfast. He also saw France, America and Britain, and some other familiar faces. There were only countries in the buffet who was coming to todays big meeting.
Germany looked at his wristwatch. It was two hours till the meeting started and the buffet was about to close soon, so he got up and walked out. Italy ran after him, and grabbed his shirt turning him around.
“Can we go outside?” he said pointing to the doors. “It is so nice weather out there.”
And it sure was. Sun was shining from the bright blue sky and warm summer wind was blowing gently.
“Please Germany. Otheriwise we must sit indoors all day.”
Germany sighed. Italy was correct. There was a beautiful day out there and the meeting would last 6 hours at least. First three hours, then lunch and another three hours. They already had their schedules for this day.
“Alright”, Germany said finally. “But we must be back early so we have time to visit our room.”
“Okay Germany!” Italy said happily.
“I am not coming this time”, Japan said and before Germany could ask he continued: “I will spend some time with China.”
“Very well”, Germany said. “See you later then.”
Germany and Italy walked along the street. People around them was smiling happily, and Italy seemed really enjoy their walk. He spinned around a bit and admired everything around them.
Germany smiled watcing the other man. How he could always be so happy so openly? All sudden Germany saw a library in front of him and he remeberd his dream.
”Italy, will you wait for me if I go to the library?” he asked. ”Don’t go to far, like you can go to that ice cream parlor.”
”Alright Germany!”
Germany looked at his watch again. He still had over an hour time untill the meeting. Good.
Germany walked around the library looking for the history books about Germany and Italy, and especially about Holy Roman Empire.
Finally he sat down with his books. He was too concentrated on his work that he did not notice that his bladder was already full. The man was browsing the book and opened a page with a map on it, and he went into shock.
The map kind of looked like a map of Germany, but it wasn't. It was an old map of Holy Roman Empire. And it was right there were Germany was know to be.
In his dream, he, Holy Roman Empire had kissed Italy and told her he will come back for her when he had won the war. He knew that war had destroyed the empire, and Holy Roman Empire was gone…
Germany turned yet another page and shocked even more. He saw a picture of himself… no, a picture of Holy Roman Empire as a man, and he looked exactly like him.
Germany closed the book. Could it be possible that he was the Holy Roman Empire? It would make sense, after all they both located in the same area. But still the dream did not make sense. Maybe he should spoke with Italy.
Speaking of him, Germany looked out of the window back to the streets and then checked the time.
Germany's stomach turned upside down. No, it couldn't have been. There were only five minutes left to the meeting.
”Italy!” Germany yelled when he rushed trough the library doors. Luckily the other man wasn't far and he didn’t mind when Germany lifted him up and started running.
”Are we late Germany?” Italy said shamefully smiling, but Germany was not happy.
”Unfortunately”, he sighed. ”But it is completely my fault.”
Germany rushed back to the hotel, ran upstairs and stopped at the door that lead to the meeting room. He stopped for a second the catch his breath. He put Italy down before pushing the door open.
And they made it just barely. Everyone was already in but the meeting wasn’t started yet.
”You guys came!” Denmark said grinning wild. ”And just at the time, nothing has been started yet!”
”Actually”, Norway said quietly. ”Iceland is about to speak.”
Iceland was standing behind the lectern and glanced at Denmark. Germany took this as a chance and take seats with Italy.
”As I was saying”, Iceland continued talking louder than normally, obiously mad at Denmark’s interruption.
When Germany sat down he felt a sudden pain in his full bladder. He had ment to visit the bathroom before the meeting, but they had hurried there so fast he had no time.
Germany quickly looked at Italy, who was squirming in his chair. The man crossed his legs and pretended he was focusing on the talk. But Germany knew he had to go too.
”We both should have gone to the toilet before this”, Germany said quietly and Italy nodded. He saw how the man already squeezed himself hard.
”Try to hang on”, Germany said but he know he wouldn’t. Neither of them was not going to make the next three hours.
The first hour passed slowly and Germany had a really hard time to focus. His belt was pressing his overly full bladder, and he tried to sat on different positions to make him feel more comfortable. He crossed his legs and loosened his belt a little. That made him feel cold chills but it helped a small bit.
He would never make it until the lunch. Soon he would have to stood up and leave unless he wanted to have an accident. Germany’s bladder was pulsing and he looked at Italy, who sat next to him.
Italy was smiling, probably dreaming about something completely lost in his thoughts. He was sitting casually and looked so relaxed.
A way too relaxed, Germany realised. He bent down towards him and said as quiet as possible:
”How can you be so damn relaxed?”
Italy snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the man, who seemed so desperate and confused, and he knew what he had mean.
”Oh, I already went to the toilet on the hallway half an hour ago”, Italy said smiling. ”I couldn’t hold it. But you should go too, there is no reason to wait.”
Germany blushed and turned away. Of course he had already went. Everyone was so used to it, that Italy was so unpetient on the meetings that no one cared if he left the room. Even Germany himself hadn’t notice him leaving.
But Germany himself was too proud. He never left before end of the meeting, not even when he had been desperate before. He had just waited to the end and hurried to the toilet. But there was now a major difference, this time Germany had no chance to go before the meeting.
Germany slipped his hand between his legs and squeezed hard. A part of him still wanted to believe he was going to make it. But what if he couldn’t? Would he wet himself in front of everyone?
Germany’s face turned more and more red when his hands tried desperately to help him hold.
Two extremely long hours had now passed and there was only one more hour to go. Germany had never felt so desperate before. God damn he needed to pee so hard! Germany wasn’t abel to sat still and he was already holding himself with two hands. He should get up right now and leave, but his muscles wasn’t responding. He was so affaird to get up because then everyone would then see him holding himself.
America walked to the lectern in front of everyone and put his papers on it. When he started to talk, Germany felt how a small spurt escaped from his bladder. He squeezed himself harder in panic not knowing what the hell to do.
Italy was boored to death and he was drawing with his pen to the papers on his table. Italy knew in his heart that Germany had been holding all this time, and honestly Italy thought that the man started to look really desperate. Just right then, a horrified look appeared to the man’s face and Italy’s heart started racing.
Germany had both hands deep in his crotch and Italy realised the man had held too long and was never gonna make it. Luckily Italy knew exactly what to do. He crumpled one of his papers and threw it. And it flew perfectly. Right over Britain and hitted right to France’s head.
”Oh vraiment, what was that about mister Britain?” France started turning around.
”What are you talking about, obviously it wasn’t me you stupid cheesewine!”
The day was going to be so long and nothing really had been accomplished yet, so everyone felt tired and tensed already. So this thing, that seemed so little, turned into a fight in a blink of an eye.
Germany was really surprised, or would have been if he hadn’t been so desperate. He had to focus on holding, so he couldn’t say or do anything.
Italy on the other hand was pleased to see what he had made happen, and smiled a little before he turned towards Germany.
”Hi Germany, would you like to go to the bathroom with me?” he asked smiling. Then Germany truly realised what Italy had done for him. Everyone was now focusing on France and Britain arguing so no one would notice them to sneak out.
Germany smiled thankfully. ”Yes I would”, he said gentle. Germany looked around and was so gratefull that they were at the back of the room and no one would see them. He tried to get up but his full bladder did not liked that movement. Germany grimaced and squeezed his legs tightly together to remain control.
Italy watched the man who started slowly to make his way to the door and went after him. He was not sure should he help the man or not, but when Germany suddenly stopped again, he decided to help him.
Germany stopped as he started to leak again. He relly had to fight hard to stop the stream and remain his control. He was dying for pee and could not possibly make his way to the toilet but he had to try. He felt so damn desperate as his bladder and penis both pulsed so hard and he felt the urine trying to come out without his premission. His belt, pants and all of his clothes was pressing his bladder and walking with his full bladder brought tears in his eyes. This was a tortune. God damn he needed to pee!
Suddenly he felt Italy, who wrapped his arms around him to help him walk. They went out of the meeting room, through a hallway heading to the closest restrooms. Every step Germany took was a tortune, and when he finally saw the door to the toilet his urge grew even more and he almost leaked again.
He felt how Italy tried to walk faster but the way to the doors felt like forever. Finally they were in there and somehow Germany still had managed to hold. His face looked so desperate as he tried everything to hold just a little longer.
And Italy wasn’t giving up. He pulled Germany in front of the toilet bowl and for the man’s suprice started to undo his pants.
Germany blushed badly, when Italy took of his pants and saw his wet underwear. Even though he was so embarassed he could not wait a single moment longer. He took his penis out and finally he relieved himself.
Germany bite hard on his lip to not to moan aloud. It felt so damn good to finally let go and start empty his bladder. His whole body was shivering for the pleasure to let go and for his muscles hard effort holding so long. His stream of urine was hitting hard and loud to the water and for a moment he completely forgot the other man standing next to him.
Italy watched Germany’s strong stream hitting to the toilet water and blushed. Sounds of water hitting water echoed loudly on an empty bathroom. He was not sure should he leave or stay, but because Germany hadn’s say a word to him he stayed for a moment. He was still holding the man even though he already knew the man could now stand on his own.
Few moments later when the man’s stream was still forcefull, he decided to spoke.
“Um, Germany?” he said sounding a little shy. “While you relieve yourself I can… I can go and get you a new pair of underwear.”
Germany blushed so badly when he remember the other man was still there. He could not say anything or look to his eyes because of his embarrassment, but he nodded. He tried to force his stream to slow down but it was no use.
“Ok good”, Italy said still with the shy tone. “Can you please step out of your... clothes for me?”
Germany struggled a little but managed to do that with Italy’s help. He still said nothing but was truly gratefull towards him. And after the other man had left, he sighed quietly when locking the door again. His stream was now slowing down and he sighed feeling so relieved. When he finally stopped peeing, he felt so empty and so full at the same time and thought that was because of his bladder had stretched a lot. He waited a short moment and then squeezed som more urine out. He started to feel ready to go when he heard a slight knock on his bathroom door.
Germany pulled his pants up before opening, and when he finally had a new pair of underwear they both headed back to the meeting room.
As walking Germany’s heart started to beat faster. What if someone had realise they were gone, or even seen them leave? But then he looked at the man walking next to him and smiled a little. He landed his hand on his shoulders and squeezed a little.
“Thank you Italy”, he said finally.
“Always happy to help you sir”, Italy said smiling.
Germany smiled but his face turned sour when he saw the doors of the meeting room. He took a deep breath and opend the door, and then stunned.
Fight was still on. France was standing on his table, yelling to the Britain who looked like ready to kill the man. Japan was holding Britain with both of his hands and China tried to get France of the table.
And America, whose turn was to spoke was also yelling behind the lectern, telling everyone to shut up. There was a complete chaos in the meeting and Germany looked all that in a complete shock.
Then a small smile appeared to the man’s face. He walked quietly back to his seat and crossed his arms while he sitting down, looking like he had been there all the time.
Finally was the time for lunch and when Germany left the meeting room he slowed down a little to wait others to leave. Italy realised that and stopped too, a questoning look on his face.
”What’s the matter Germany?” he asked, wisely after all the others had gone.
Germany shook his head letting Italy know nothing was really wrong and he just needed to talk with him. He tried to think how to bring out the topic as Italy stepped a little closer to him, looking curious and terrified at the same time.
”Have you ever hear of a country called Holy Roman Empire?” Germany said inspecting look on his eyes. Italy froze on his place, and for a moment Germany was not sure what to do. Italy seemed to went trough all possible human emotions before he answered.
”Yeh, I knew him”, he said quietly.
Germany’s heart started to race but his voice was as calm as a ice when he spoke.
”Did you knew him well?” he asked.
Italy started to squirm a little and he blushed. ”I.. I was in love with him.”
Germany’s heart skipped one beat and now he couldn’t hide his emotions that was showing on his face. Italy was blushing hard and trying not to cry of embarassment and hurt of a lost love.
Germany blinked his eyes rapidly but all the words stuck to his throat. After a moment of silence Italy continued speaking.
”I am sorry Germany that.. that I am such a freak. Please Germany, can we still be friends? I… I am sorry that I am not a woman.”
Germany shook his head and rubbed his eyes. ”You are not a freak Italy”, he was finally able to say. ”And why you should be sorry about that?”
Italy turned his face down. ”Because I had to pretend a girl to be with him”, he said quietly. Then all sudden everything was clear to Germany. Everything made sense, and he smiled softly before hugging his little Italy.
”Calm down now”, he said with a gentle voice. Italy nodded and took a few deep breaths before Germany let go of him so he could look into his eyes.
”I had a dream last night”, he said blushing. ”I saw you, and me as a Holy Roman Empire, loving each other. I believe now that it was not a dream. Instead I guess it was a memory.”
Italy blinked his eyes rapidly not quite sure what the man was meaning by all that.
”I believe now that Holy Roman Empire did not die after all”, Germany continued. ”There is still a country in the same area, but it is now called Germany.”
Sudden sunlight coming from the window lightened up the hallway the two men was standing near each other.
”I am Holy Roman Empire”, Germany said softly. ”I am sure now, and.. And I do love you Italy.”
Italy gasped as their eyes meet. Tears filling his eyes, he jumped towards the other man and hugged him, pressing his body against the man so needy. Germany wrapped his arms around Italy and pulled him close to him. He felt his manhood to stood up but he ignored that and slide his fingers through Italy’s hair.
”I have missed you so bad”, Italy squeaked to his chest.
”I know”, Germany said in to man’s hair. Even though he wanted this, he was little alerted that someone could come and see them like that. He wanted not to care, but he couldn’t.
Italy seemed to feel the tension in Germany’s muscles anyway and pulled himself out of the hug. Germany did not protest, but seemed to try inspect the other man’s feelings from his face.
”I love you”, Italy said. ”But we should go to the lunch now.”
Germany smiled and looked more relaxed now. ”Yes you are right, let’s go then.”
Italy smiled wide and grabbed the other man’s hand. ”I love you Germany”, he said a lot louder now, and Germany smiled. There was nothing new on this, and no one would notice any diffrence, but they both knew that now those little words had a deeper meaning. |
Hello! Here is the story again with a different font! In my computer it looked fine but on my phone not so good. As a new member I did not realise that, so I am truly sorry... But please enjoy!
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Italy stretched his legs and arms pushing the blanket off him. He was still half asleep. The light of the sun flashed between the silk curtains in the room that he was sleeping in.
Italy put his arm down and touched something hard, covered with thin fabric, and he sighed.
“Oh, good morning Germany”, Italy said happily.
“Take your hand of my crotch”, Germany said angrily.
“I.. I am sorry Germany”, Italy said blushing, and Germany sighed.
The man seemed so embarrassed, Italy could tell that from the mans wandering eyes and blushing red cheeks. Italy decided quickly to get up from the bed and started to get some clothes on.
Italy was about to ask if the man was going with him to get some breakfast, but then again he remembered his embarrassment and decided to let go. He had hit a man's delicate place literally, he thought. But they had been touching each other before, was he right? Cuddled and even kissed, slept together and so on. What was with the man right now? He was just about to ask, when he heard noises coming from the hallway.
Germany looked up when Italy started to get dressed. Was he even noticed that he had been… Hard right at the morning? It seemed that even if he did notice he didn’t care. Still Germany felt so embarrassed. First because Italy had touched hes manhood, although it was just an accident, and also that he had been so angry at him.
Germany had a crazy dream last night. He himself had been somewhat called Holy Roman Empire in that dream. He had fallen in love with a beautiful young girl called Italy.
Germany shook his head, memorising that dream only got his manhood to pulse. And that dream did not make any sense at all. Italy was not a woman, right?
Suddenly he heard loud noises coming from the hallway. Someone knocked the door, and Germany quickly pulled his blanket tighter around him just when Italy opens the door.
A confident man bursted to their room. He was Denmark, one of the nordic countries who seemed not to have any proper manners.
“Good morning fellows!” he yelled. Behind him standed another man, probably Denmarks own roommate Norway.
“How dare you to burst in here like that!” Germany yelled back at him and begin to swear loudly in german language.
“Relax bro, we just got in here to use your bathroom”, Denmark said sounding so carefree.
“Oh, what happened to your bathroom?” Italy asked when Denmark walked past him.
”Let’s just say someone tried to flush down our todays meeting plans”, Norway said shaking his head.
”Enough of that”, Denmark replied and locked himself to the bathroom. Norway walked into their room and just when Italy was turning towards Germany, the man all sudden began to shout.
”CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR SO I CAN PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!”
Italy’s face went all pale, but Norway just closed the door behind him like it was nothing.
Germany got up from the bed, sighing loudly. He had an orange top and black underwear. He wasn’t happy to get dressed in front of Italy and Norway, but he seemed not have any other choice.
At least he’s manhood was now acting nicely.
As soon as Germany got his clothes on, Denmark got out of the toilet and let Italy hurry in. Germany was so annoyed, when Denmark started walking around their room, watching closely their personal items. When he finally picked a pair of underwear up on the floor, Germany lost his temper.
”Just leave it be”, he said dangerously and Denmark smirked at him.
”Are these yours?” he asked grinning widely.
Germany grabbed his underwear out of Denmark's hands. Even though Germany was so mad, Denmark did not seem worried at all. Just at that moment, Italy came out of the bathroom and let Norway go in.
”Get out of here”, Germany said quietly.
”Not before Norway has finished”, Denmark sighed and looked down at his fingernails. ”You know my brother Germany, those two beds you sleep with your boyfriend can be pushed separate if you want to.”
Germany looked like he was boiling, and he started to swear again in german. Denmark on the other hand looked delighted, and when Norway come out those two headed out of their room.
When the door finally closed, Germany sighed deeply and let his shoulders fall.
“I’m sorry”, Germany said quietly and looked at Italy who seemed so confused right now.
“That’s alright Germany”, he said smiling a little.
Germany also smiled a little. He was so happy that Italy was always so positive and forgiving towards him.
“Hi Germany!”
Germany looked how Italy brought tons of food to his table. He had bread and croissants, eggs and bacon, fruits, yogurt with some seeds, many glasses of fresh juices and a cup of coffee.
Germany shook his head and smiled a little when Italy started to eat his food. Germany himself had took few slices of bread, sausages and some boiled eggs. He also had a cup of coffee and two glasses of juice.
The two men sat opposite each other and soon Japan joined them with China. Germany noticed, that the Nordic countries had also come at breakfast. He also saw France, America and Britain, and some other familiar faces. There were only countries in the buffet who was coming to todays big meeting.
Germany looked at his wristwatch. It was two hours till the meeting started and the buffet was about to close soon, so he got up and walked out. Italy ran after him, and grabbed his shirt turning him around.
“Can we go outside?” he said pointing to the doors. “It is so nice weather out there.”
And it sure was. Sun was shining from the bright blue sky and warm summer wind was blowing gently.
“Please Germany. Otheriwise we must sit indoors all day.”
Germany sighed. Italy was correct. There was a beautiful day out there and the meeting would last 6 hours at least. First three hours, then lunch and another three hours. They already had their schedules for this day.
“Alright”, Germany said finally. “But we must be back early so we have time to visit our room.”
“Okay Germany!” Italy said happily.
“I am not coming this time”, Japan said and before Germany could ask he continued: “I will spend some time with China.”
“Very well”, Germany said. “See you later then.”
Germany and Italy walked along the street. People around them was smiling happily, and Italy seemed really enjoy their walk. He spinned around a bit and admired everything around them.
Germany smiled watcing the other man. How he could always be so happy so openly? All sudden Germany saw a library in front of him and he remeberd his dream.
”Italy, will you wait for me if I go to the library?” he asked. ”Don’t go to far, like you can go to that ice cream parlor.”
”Alright Germany!”
Germany looked at his watch again. He still had over an hour time untill the meeting. Good.
Germany walked around the library looking for the history books about Germany and Italy, and especially about Holy Roman Empire.
Finally he sat down with his books. He was too concentrated on his work that he did not notice that his bladder was already full. The man was browsing the book and opened a page with a map on it, and he went into shock.
The map kind of looked like a map of Germany, but it wasn't. It was an old map of Holy Roman Empire. And it was right there were Germany was know to be.
In his dream, he, Holy Roman Empire had kissed Italy and told her he will come back for her when he had won the war. He knew that war had destroyed the empire, and Holy Roman Empire was gone…
Germany turned yet another page and shocked even more. He saw a picture of himself… no, a picture of Holy Roman Empire as a man, and he looked exactly like him.
Germany closed the book. Could it be possible that he was the Holy Roman Empire? It would make sense, after all they both located in the same area. But still the dream did not make sense. Maybe he should spoke with Italy.
Speaking of him, Germany looked out of the window back to the streets and then checked the time.
Germany's stomach turned upside down. No, it couldn't have been. There were only five minutes left to the meeting.
”Italy!” Germany yelled when he rushed trough the library doors. Luckily the other man wasn't far and he didn’t mind when Germany lifted him up and started running.
”Are we late Germany?” Italy said shamefully smiling, but Germany was not happy.
”Unfortunately”, he sighed. ”But it is completely my fault.”
Germany rushed back to the hotel, ran upstairs and stopped at the door that lead to the meeting room. He stopped for a second the catch his breath. He put Italy down before pushing the door open.
And they made it just barely. Everyone was already in but the meeting wasn’t started yet.
”You guys came!” Denmark said grinning wild. ”And just at the time, nothing has been started yet!”
”Actually”, Norway said quietly. ”Iceland is about to speak.”
Iceland was standing behind the lectern and glanced at Denmark. Germany took this as a chance and take seats with Italy.
”As I was saying”, Iceland continued talking louder than normally, obiously mad at Denmark’s interruption.
When Germany sat down he felt a sudden pain in his full bladder. He had ment to visit the bathroom before the meeting, but they had hurried there so fast he had no time.
Germany quickly looked at Italy, who was squirming in his chair. The man crossed his legs and pretended he was focusing on the talk. But Germany knew he had to go too.
”We both should have gone to the toilet before this”, Germany said quietly and Italy nodded. He saw how the man already squeezed himself hard.
”Try to hang on”, Germany said but he know he wouldn’t. Neither of them was not going to make the next three hours.
The first hour passed slowly and Germany had a really hard time to focus. His belt was pressing his overly full bladder, and he tried to sat on different positions to make him feel more comfortable. He crossed his legs and loosened his belt a little. That made him feel cold chills but it helped a small bit.
He would never make it until the lunch. Soon he would have to stood up and leave unless he wanted to have an accident. Germany’s bladder was pulsing and he looked at Italy, who sat next to him.
Italy was smiling, probably dreaming about something completely lost in his thoughts. He was sitting casually and looked so relaxed.
A way too relaxed, Germany realised. He bent down towards him and said as quiet as possible:
”How can you be so damn relaxed?”
Italy snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the man, who seemed so desperate and confused, and he knew what he had mean.
”Oh, I already went to the toilet on the hallway half an hour ago”, Italy said smiling. ”I couldn’t hold it. But you should go too, there is no reason to wait.”
Germany blushed and turned away. Of course he had already went. Everyone was so used to it, that Italy was so unpetient on the meetings that no one cared if he left the room. Even Germany himself hadn’t notice him leaving.
But Germany himself was too proud. He never left before end of the meeting, not even when he had been desperate before. He had just waited to the end and hurried to the toilet. But there was now a major difference, this time Germany had no chance to go before the meeting.
Germany slipped his hand between his legs and squeezed hard. A part of him still wanted to believe he was going to make it. But what if he couldn’t? Would he wet himself in front of everyone?
Germany’s face turned more and more red when his hands tried desperately to help him hold.
Two extremely long hours had now passed and there was only one more hour to go. Germany had never felt so desperate before. God damn he needed to pee so hard! Germany wasn’t abel to sat still and he was already holding himself with two hands. He should get up right now and leave, but his muscles wasn’t responding. He was so affaird to get up because then everyone would then see him holding himself.
America walked to the lectern in front of everyone and put his papers on it. When he started to talk, Germany felt how a small spurt escaped from his bladder. He squeezed himself harder in panic not knowing what the hell to do.
Italy was boored to death and he was drawing with his pen to the papers on his table. Italy knew in his heart that Germany had been holding all this time, and honestly Italy thought that the man started to look really desperate. Just right then, a horrified look appeared to the man’s face and Italy’s heart started racing.
Germany had both hands deep in his crotch and Italy realised the man had held too long and was never gonna make it. Luckily Italy knew exactly what to do. He crumpled one of his papers and threw it. And it flew perfectly. Right over Britain and hitted right to France’s head.
”Oh vraiment, what was that about mister Britain?” France started turning around.
”What are you talking about, obviously it wasn’t me you stupid cheesewine!”
The day was going to be so long and nothing really had been accomplished yet, so everyone felt tired and tensed already. So this thing, that seemed so little, turned into a fight in a blink of an eye.
Germany was really surprised, or would have been if he hadn’t been so desperate. He had to focus on holding, so he couldn’t say or do anything.
Italy on the other hand was pleased to see what he had made happen, and smiled a little before he turned towards Germany.
”Hi Germany, would you like to go to the bathroom with me?” he asked smiling. Then Germany truly realised what Italy had done for him. Everyone was now focusing on France and Britain arguing so no one would notice them to sneak out.
Germany smiled thankfully. ”Yes I would”, he said gentle. Germany looked around and was so gratefull that they were at the back of the room and no one would see them. He tried to get up but his full bladder did not liked that movement. Germany grimaced and squeezed his legs tightly together to remain control.
Italy watched the man who started slowly to make his way to the door and went after him. He was not sure should he help the man or not, but when Germany suddenly stopped again, he decided to help him.
Germany stopped as he started to leak again. He relly had to fight hard to stop the stream and remain his control. He was dying for pee and could not possibly make his way to the toilet but he had to try. He felt so damn desperate as his bladder and penis both pulsed so hard and he felt the urine trying to come out without his premission. His belt, pants and all of his clothes was pressing his bladder and walking with his full bladder brought tears in his eyes. This was a tortune. God damn he needed to pee!
Suddenly he felt Italy, who wrapped his arms around him to help him walk. They went out of the meeting room, through a hallway heading to the closest restrooms. Every step Germany took was a tortune, and when he finally saw the door to the toilet his urge grew even more and he almost leaked again.
He felt how Italy tried to walk faster but the way to the doors felt like forever. Finally they were in there and somehow Germany still had managed to hold. His face looked so desperate as he tried everything to hold just a little longer.
And Italy wasn’t giving up. He pulled Germany in front of the toilet bowl and for the man’s suprice started to undo his pants.
Germany blushed badly, when Italy took of his pants and saw his wet underwear. Even though he was so embarassed he could not wait a single moment longer. He took his penis out and finally he relieved himself.
Germany bite hard on his lip to not to moan aloud. It felt so damn good to finally let go and start empty his bladder. His whole body was shivering for the pleasure to let go and for his muscles hard effort holding so long. His stream of urine was hitting hard and loud to the water and for a moment he completely forgot the other man standing next to him.
Italy watched Germany’s strong stream hitting to the toilet water and blushed. Sounds of water hitting water echoed loudly on an empty bathroom. He was not sure should he leave or stay, but because Germany hadn’s say a word to him he stayed for a moment. He was still holding the man even though he already knew the man could now stand on his own.
Few moments later when the man’s stream was still forcefull, he decided to spoke.
“Um, Germany?” he said sounding a little shy. “While you relieve yourself I can… I can go and get you a new pair of underwear.”
Germany blushed so badly when he remember the other man was still there. He could not say anything or look to his eyes because of his embarrassment, but he nodded. He tried to force his stream to slow down but it was no use.
“Ok good”, Italy said still with the shy tone. “Can you please step out of your... clothes for me?”
Germany struggled a little but managed to do that with Italy’s help. He still said nothing but was truly gratefull towards him. And after the other man had left, he sighed quietly when locking the door again. His stream was now slowing down and he sighed feeling so relieved. When he finally stopped peeing, he felt so empty and so full at the same time and thought that was because of his bladder had stretched a lot. He waited a short moment and then squeezed som more urine out. He started to feel ready to go when he heard a slight knock on his bathroom door.
Germany pulled his pants up before opening, and when he finally had a new pair of underwear they both headed back to the meeting room.
As walking Germany’s heart started to beat faster. What if someone had realise they were gone, or even seen them leave? But then he looked at the man walking next to him and smiled a little. He landed his hand on his shoulders and squeezed a little.
“Thank you Italy”, he said finally.
“Always happy to help you sir”, Italy said smiling.
Germany smiled but his face turned sour when he saw the doors of the meeting room. He took a deep breath and opend the door, and then stunned.
Fight was still on. France was standing on his table, yelling to the Britain who looked like ready to kill the man. Japan was holding Britain with both of his hands and China tried to get France of the table.
And America, whose turn was to spoke was also yelling behind the lectern, telling everyone to shut up. There was a complete chaos in the meeting and Germany looked all that in a complete shock.
Then a small smile appeared to the man’s face. He walked quietly back to his seat and crossed his arms while he sitting down, looking like he had been there all the time.
Finally was the time for lunch and when Germany left the meeting room he slowed down a little to wait others to leave. Italy realised that and stopped too, a questoning look on his face.
”What’s the matter Germany?” he asked, wisely after all the others had gone.
Germany shook his head letting Italy know nothing was really wrong and he just needed to talk with him. He tried to think how to bring out the topic as Italy stepped a little closer to him, looking curious and terrified at the same time.
”Have you ever hear of a country called Holy Roman Empire?” Germany said inspecting look on his eyes. Italy froze on his place, and for a moment Germany was not sure what to do. Italy seemed to went trough all possible human emotions before he answered.
”Yeh, I knew him”, he said quietly.
Germany’s heart started to race but his voice was as calm as a ice when he spoke.
”Did you knew him well?” he asked.
Italy started to squirm a little and he blushed. ”I.. I was in love with him.”
Germany’s heart skipped one beat and now he couldn’t hide his emotions that was showing on his face. Italy was blushing hard and trying not to cry of embarassment and hurt of a lost love.
Germany blinked his eyes rapidly but all the words stuck to his throat. After a moment of silence Italy continued speaking.
”I am sorry Germany that.. that I am such a freak. Please Germany, can we still be friends? I… I am sorry that I am not a woman.”
Germany shook his head and rubbed his eyes. ”You are not a freak Italy”, he was finally able to say. ”And why you should be sorry about that?”
Italy turned his face down. ”Because I had to pretend a girl to be with him”, he said quietly. Then all sudden everything was clear to Germany. Everything made sense, and he smiled softly before hugging his little Italy.
”Calm down now”, he said with a gentle voice. Italy nodded and took a few deep breaths before Germany let go of him so he could look into his eyes.
”I had a dream last night”, he said blushing. ”I saw you, and me as a Holy Roman Empire, loving each other. I believe now that it was not a dream. Instead I guess it was a memory.”
Italy blinked his eyes rapidly not quite sure what the man was meaning by all that.
”I believe now that Holy Roman Empire did not die after all”, Germany continued. ”There is still a country in the same area, but it is now called Germany.”
Sudden sunlight coming from the window lightened up the hallway the two men was standing near each other.
”I am Holy Roman Empire”, Germany said softly. ”I am sure now, and.. And I do love you Italy.”
Italy gasped as their eyes meet. Tears filling his eyes, he jumped towards the other man and hugged him, pressing his body against the man so needy. Germany wrapped his arms around Italy and pulled him close to him. He felt his manhood to stood up but he ignored that and slide his fingers through Italy’s hair.
”I have missed you so bad”, Italy squeaked to his chest.
”I know”, Germany said in to man’s hair. Even though he wanted this, he was little alerted that someone could come and see them like that. He wanted not to care, but he couldn’t.
Italy seemed to feel the tension in Germany’s muscles anyway and pulled himself out of the hug. Germany did not protest, but seemed to try inspect the other man’s feelings from his face.
”I love you”, Italy said. ”But we should go to the lunch now.”
Germany smiled and looked more relaxed now. ”Yes you are right, let’s go then.”
Italy smiled wide and grabbed the other man’s hand. ”I love you Germany”, he said a lot louder now, and Germany smiled. There was nothing new on this, and no one would notice any diffrence, but they both knew that now those little words had a deeper meaning.
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Amity always felt like she was left behind when it came to “acting like a Blight”. Being the youngest between her siblings, it was to be expected, especially when she was a kid, that it would be more difficult for her to learn some spells Ed and Em already knew, or to walk for hours through the streets of Bonesborough with her short legs or, well… to hold her bladder for long periods of time.
But that’s not how her parents thought. Since she was five, they started having the same expectations of her that they had of her siblings. And that forced Amity to work really hard in many ways to meet said expectations. One of the worst parts of this hard work would, of course, become an unbearable shyness and a real torment in the girl's life.
She still remembered that day before it all started. She was having dinner with her family, and her mother said it was time for her to learn how to “act like a Blight”. Amity didn’t know what it meant at the time. But she nodded as if she did. Not that her consent would make any difference. It wasn’t a question anyway.
The next few days, she started to understand that phrase better. Her mother would give her extra exercises after she finished her homework, her father would call her to his lab to train her spells and test them against his abomination-robots, and she would have to keep up with her mother’s long magic supplies shopping routines whenever Odalia decided to bring her together. According to her, it was important to know how to recognise the best magical items, and taking Amity with her was the simpler way to teach it.
Of course, as much as Odalia hated to admit, the best supplies were always at the Bonesborough market - “that stinky and disgusting place”, as she would say. But Amity never thought the place was stinky at all, it never bothered her. What really made those routines hard for the young witch was the fact that her mother always refused to use the market bathrooms, saying they were filthy and that she would never step in a place like that - nor would she let her kids do it.
They would take hours looking for whatever item Odalia needed, which wasn’t a problem for a grown witch like her. But for Amity’s five year old bladder, sometimes, it was simply agony. She would feel it expanding, causing strong waves of pain that her body wasn’t able to endure. So she would ask her mother to use the bathroom and, obviously, receive a negative answer. Then, after some minutes of walking around, feeling each step as if it was a kick in her abdomen, she would try again, and this time, her mother would only give her a look. That angry look that she knew meant she would be in trouble if she said one more word. So she wouldn't. She would do her best to bear with everything that was happening inside her bladder, that feeling that the small organ was being forced to stretch in a cruel way that it simply shouldn’t.
At some point, her mother would decide to leave, and Amity would try to control the anxiety that made her body shake with the simple thought of finally getting back home. And when they did, the young witch would walk as fast as she could - but not run, or her mother would scold her - towards the bathroom, and after all the waiting, let all of that torment out.
But that was when she was lucky. Unfortunately, when she was still getting used to her mother’s routine in the market, there were times when, even though she used all her efforts to hold herself together until she got home, it was just too much. The tiny gasp that escaped her lips at those times would be enough to call Odalia’s attention towards her - and mostly, to the puddle that was starting to form in the floor between her daughter’s feet.
“Stop that right now!” she would say, but Amity couldn’t. She just couldn’t. She tried so hard… but it simply wouldn’t stop, her bladder already too tired of all that long effort. So her mother would take her by the arm and start dragging her away from people - before Amity was even finished - and bring her back home while saying how she made herself look like a fool and how weak she was for not being able to hold it.
Then, when they were finally inside the gates of the Blight manor and Amity would walk towards her house’s door, her mother would stop her.
“There’s no way I’ll let you enter this house soaked like that”, she would say. “You’re staying outside until your pants are dry. That’s what you get for acting like a fool”. And so, Amity would stay there, crying, with the liquid in her pants making her legs cold, waiting for it to evaporate.
It became a bit easier with time, though. Her bladder slowly became stronger, at least enough for her to not embarrass herself while shopping with Odalia. So things started to become more bearable - well, kind of. Besides those journeys in the market, going to the bathroom outside her home was starting to become an issue for her in general. Even when it was a bathroom that her mother would consider clean enough and actually let her use.
It was a bit easier for her to go when it was a single-user bathroom. Of course, she would still need to take some deep breaths for at least a minute before she would be able to let go. Now, when it had stalls, it was more of a challenge. She would go into one of them, sit at the toilet and wait. and wait. And maybe wait a bit more. It would take almost five minutes for her bladder to open. If the bathroom was empty, of course. If there was someone else in there, she usually needed much more time and, knowing she would take too long and her mother would get angry at her for that, she would usually just give up.
But Odalia wasn’t the only reason preventing her from doing something that was such a basic body function. Going while she was at school was becoming nearly impossible. First, because it was too embarrassing to ask to go during a class. And second, because the bathrooms would always be kinda full during the breaks, due to the large number of students at Hexside. So she couldn't simply enter a stall and stay there for long minutes, waiting for her bladder to decide to give in.
She could deal with that, though. That’s what she always said to herself. She had to deal with it. So, she did, even if it forced her to deny most of Willow’s invitations to go somewhere after school. Or to avoid drinking almost anything while she was on the streets. Or to, sometimes, arrive home with her whole body shaking so much it was even difficult to walk, the desperate feeling inside of her surpassing any levels someone should have to endure.
So, bladder shyness was already a problem in Amity’s life, even at such a young age. But she still had no idea of how much worse it would become. After all, she would never predict the type of punishments her parents would create for her after she reached eight years old.
That was the time the torment would really start in her life.
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So here is the second part! It was becoming a bit longer than I thought, so I finished it earlier than I planned. This part was supposed to already tell the events of Amity’s life when she was eight.
I changed the chronology of things a little, so please, ignore the end of part 1, when i said “everything started seven years before Amity met Luz”, and consider it started “years before she met Luz”
Anyway, tell me what you think please! Would you guys like it if I publish smaller parts and more regularly, or if I make them bigger and take longer to post?
Also I won’t be posting this story anywhere else, so if you’d like to publish it somewhere (ao3, fanfiction. net, or any other website), feel free to do it! |
(ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFICTION ARE 18+. NONE OF THEM BELONG TO ME, I'M JUST A FAN)
BIG HERO WETS
‘Let us out of here’ screamed Gogo, her voice ringing through the cell. ‘Or you’ll be sorry!’.
‘Gogo, maybe threatening the people who have us captive isn’t the bes- Oh my god is that a spider!’ shouted Honey Lemon, spotting a hairy looking arachnid in the corner of the room. ‘I hate spiders! Let me go right now, you f-’.
‘Pipe down in there!’ came the reply of a sniggering guard; on the other side of a locked door. ‘You ladies ain’t going nowhere until the boss has had a word with you. Maybe a lot more too’ he added cruelly, laughing as he walked down the dingy hallway; leaving the two heroines screaming curses at nothing.
Their day was not going according to plan. The mission had seemed simple enough: A hostage rescue, bomb diffusal; catch a supervillain. Hiro and Baymax had targeted the bombs, while Fred and Wasabi had gotten the hostages out. That left Gogo and Honey Lemon to apprehend Mr. Yama, an enormous mobster with a talent for technological monstrosities and brutality. While his inventions paled in comparison to Hiro’s technology and Honey Lemon’s scientific creation, they were deadly enough to be a serious threat to the civilians of San Fransokyo. Up until today however, the Big Hero 6 had been more than enough to stop every one of his schemes; with little threat to themselves, beyond the usual cuts and bruises of every fight.
This time, Mr. Yama had been more prepared. Though Gogo wouldn’t admit it, she underestimated him. Having circled him more than a dozen times on her Maglev Discs, she had moved in hastily to electrocute him and instead found herself knocked to the ground by an intense punch; badly winding her. This left Honey Lemon to face him alone and while her scientific creations were formidable, she was a pacifist by nature and didn’t fare well against physically challenging enemies by herself. She had soon found herself unconscious and Mr. Yama’s subsequent boot to the face had soon ensured that Gogo had joined her.
The two heroes were now chained up on board some dingy cargo ship; heading towards gods-know-where, with a crime boss known for holding a grudge. Overall, it wasn’t the day either women had been hoping for.
Then, it got worse.
‘Gogo’ said Honey Lemon shyly, her voice becoming much higher pitched than normal.
‘Yeah?’ asked Gogo, not really wanting to chat; as she had problems of her own.
‘I… I have to pee’.
‘... Yeah, me too’.
‘Do you think if we asked really politely, they’d let us use a bathroom?’.
‘Oh sure’ replied Gogo.
‘Really?!’ said Honey Lemon happily.
‘NO! What’s wrong with you?’.
‘Hey, at least I’m trying to think of a way to help us!’.
‘That’s not a good… ugh, look; let’s just focus on getting out ourselves’.
Unfortunately, this was easier said than done. Both women were squirming with growing desperation and had few ways to ease the growing pressure. Their arms were bound by chains; meaning they couldn’t hold themselves, while the distant sound of the ocean was is its own form of torture. It was especially challenging for Gogo, whose yellow-leather spandex suit was incredibly tight around her stomach, putting even greater pressure on her overworked bladder, as if she was wearing a corset. Her legs were tightly wrapped around each other, as she began to whimper; shaking at her chains and trying to get loose. Honey Lemon had a slightly easier time in her pink dress and black tights, though her legs were still trembling with desperation and she was terrified that if she began to leak; which was looking increasingly likely, it would show up on her legs without any way to hide it.
‘G-gogo?’ said Honey Lemon, her voice trembling as her body began to vibrate with desperation.
There was no response.
‘G-gogo? I… I don’t know how much longer I can hold it? Do you think the others will find us soon? They must do, right! They’ve got to find us and then we’ll be able to use the toilet and I won’t get pee down my legs and ruin these tights!’.
Still, there was no response from Gogo.
‘Look, please say something! I know I’m not as tough as you are but please, don’t ignore me. I…’.
Honey Lemon’s voice tailed off as she finally saw what was happening, the sound of hissing filling the air. Her eyes widened as she watched pee run over Gogo’s boots; her friend completely wetting herself, as she moaned in relief and embarrassment. Honey Lemon gasped: She wanted to look away, she wanted to comfort her teammate but instead, she stared dumbfounded; watching in shock as she Gogo continued to pee through her yellow spandex bodysuit. Gogo must have been holding a huge amount, as the pee was starting to soak a stain through and around her crotch; streams of piss running down the outside of her suit, as well on her legs. The cute yellow nylon underwear she had underneath were now completely sodden and Gogo didn’t dare look up, too ashamed to meet her friend’s eye and acknowledge what was happening; that she had completely lost control and wet herself like a little girl.
There was another reason however. As Gogo continued to pee, her nylon panties began to stick to her clit and the throbbing of her emptying bladder and pussy began to form a rhythmic massaging of sorts against her most sensitive areas. She could feel a knot of tension build within her and tried to bite her lip to suppress it, yet that only made the whole thing worse. Within seconds, her control was rapidly slipping away and she couldn’t make sense of it. She was a superhero, a role model to young girls everywhere, one of the six saviours of San Fransokyo… and she was pissing herself. Completely losing control, chained up, in front of one of her best friends; held captive by a supervillain, completely at someone else’s mercy. Her nipples felt as hard as diamond and Gogo began to pant with pleasure, trying to restrain what she could feel was coming but then, she made the fatal error of looking up at Honey Lemon. She could see the look of shock in her friend’s eyes; not just as her accident, but at the clear arousal she was getting from it. Every moment of her shameful display was being watched and that final thought made Gogo’s entire body begin to shake with lust. Then, when she saw Honey Lemon finally lose control; glistening streams of pee running down her friend’s black tights and sexy thin legs, as Honey Lemon began to wet herself, Gogo couldn’t hold it back anymore. Letting out a scream that was a mixture of despair, lust, embarrassment and pleasure, Gogo crashed over the thin line into one of the best, most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced. Every part of her body began to thrash with pleasure, her legs and hips convulsing, as she moaned openly with pleasure; briefly beyond any embarrassment.
Honey Lemon’s own reaction to Gogo’s display had shocked, yet equally delighted her. When she realised her friend was edging an orgasm, she couldn’t explain why but some hidden voice within her had told Honey Lemon to stop holding on; that it was okay to let go. Watching Gogo’s body shake and hearing her sinful moans, had her feeling soaked between her legs and not just from the pee. She badly wished that at least one of her hands was free, so that she could play with her sopping wet pussy right now. Or, slid her hand between Gogo’s-
‘My sensors detect that our friends are down here’.
Both women immediately stopped moaning at the sound of Baymax’s cheerful, friendly robotic tone; clapping their legs together, though neither could hide the pee dripping from their legs or the puddles beneath them. Despite the obvious joy of being rescued, neither were thrilled at being caught having completely lost control of their bladders. Most tellingly however, both were more disappointed at being interrupted before things could escalate any further.
‘Gogo-’ began Honey Lemon but she was interrupted as the door was smashed in by the otherwise ever-gentle Baymax. He squeezed through the door first, followed by Hiro, Fred and Wasabi; who each stared at the girls in shock once they saw what had happened. For a while, nobody spoke. Then, Baymax’s voice filled the cell:
‘You appear to have voided your bowels, a common response to extreme fear and high-stress situations. I will apply towels, followed by antiseptic wipes; in order to reduce the risk of infection’.
Everyone was briefly silent, then burst out laughing; particularly Gogo and Honey Lemon, who were freed from their chains moments later. Hiro, wanting to quickly move past this awkward moment, took charge of the situation.
‘Come on guys. We’ve got a supervillain to catch’.
Several hours later, Honey Lemon and Gogo were curled up on one of the many sofas, scattered throughout Frederickson Manor; sipping hot chocolate. Both had changed into fresh clothes, with Honey Lemon in her long yellow blouse and tights, while Gogo wore an undersized leather jacket and black sweatpants.
‘So… do you want to talk about it?’ asked Honey Lemon softly.
‘No!’ said Gogo harshly, before her expression softened. ‘Okay… maybe a little’.
‘I think honesty is the best policy, in all things’.
Gogo resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
‘Okay’.
‘I… enjoyed watching you… and I think you enjoyed it too’.
Gogo felt a blush spread across her face and down her neck.
‘Am I right?’.
Gogo looked away but after a second, she could feel her friend’s fingers stroking her short black hair; calming her.
‘Gogo?’.
‘... Yes. You’re right’.
After a long, torturous hour of conversation that left both girls dying of embarassment more than once, they eventually agreed upon something neither could ever have imagined doing before: A holding contest. Both had admitted that they liked the feelings of desperation they had experienced in Mr. Yama’s cell, as well as the loss of control and wetness; of multiple kinds, afterwards. They also agreed that they wanted to feel it again and so, both retired to Honey Lemon’s room; which was a mess of scientific equipment and cutesy items. Both cleared enough items away to form a comfortable spot on a large rug; large enough for them both to stand on. Heathcliff provided a dozen jugs of lemon juice; a natural diuretic, to the room without asking any questions. Before they began in earnest, Gogo decided to spice things up a little.
‘How about, whoever wins, gets to make the loser do whatever they want… you know, as long as it's not illegal or anything!’ Gogo added hastily, afraid Honey Lemon would say no.
Instead, she straightened her slightly crooked pink glasses and gave her a devilish smile.
‘You’re on!’.
The two heroines began drinking a single glass of lemon juice every 10 minutes, circling each other in a semi-intimidating manner, hoping to scare the other into losing control. While that didn’t happen, the movement; combined with the constant drinks, quickly took a toll on their bladders. Within forty minutes, both Gogo and Honey Lemon needed to pee; squirming on the spot. After an hour and a half, both were thoroughly desperate, with Honey Lemon’s hands clutching deep within her tights, trying to hold herself more effectively with her fingers. Meanwhile, Gogo was uncharacteristically bouncy; constantly pacing back and forth, her legs shaking, as she tried to fight the growing pain in her stomach, though both girls knew that they wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long.
‘You doing… okay there?’ asked Honey Lemon, trying to make her voice sound teasing; though it came out as a desperate whine.
‘Never… better’ said Gogo through gritted teeth, no more convincing than Honey Lemon had been.
After two hours, both were at their limits and knew it. Both had their legs criss-crossed tightly, their hands shoved underneath their clothing and could feel the first spots of pee in their knickers; though neither would admit to it. After ten more minutes and yet another lemon juice, both their bladders felt like they were on fire.
‘Its okay, I can hold it, I can hold it, I can… fuck, I can’t hold it’ cursed Honey Lemon, jiggling her legs and bum in utter desperation.
Gogo meanwhile felt seconds away from a total accident, immensely frustrated at the thought. The competitive part of her did not want to suffer her second accident of the day before Honey Lemon lost control, yet she wasn’t sure she had any choice. The burning in her bladder was just too intense; almost as if she was still wearing her yellow spandex. She wanted to let go. She needed to let go-
-A loud hissing sound suddenly filled the air, as Gogo looked up to see Honey Lemon gasp and them moan in defeat; and relief, as pee flooded down her legs, soaking her tights in a manner of seconds, forming an enormous puddle around her, that slowly soaked into the rug they were standing on. Honey Lemon moaned in relief as she thoroughly wet herself, looking up at Gogo with a sheepish expression.
‘Yes, I win!’ said Gogo, resisting the urge to punch the air; convinced that would start her own imminent accident.
‘I guess you do’ acknowledged Honey Lemon, her accident slowly coming to an end; leaving streams of pee running off of her and dripping all around. ‘So, what do you want from me as your prize?’.
Briefly distracted from her desperation by this tantalising prospect, Gogo’s mouth went dry as she realised what she truly wanted. Looking directly at Honey Lemon, she spoke in a quiet, raspy voice.
‘Have sex with me’.
Honey Lemon’s eyes widened and she smiled, before slowly making her way over to a still squirming Gogo; right on the verge of wetting herself. Taking off her glasses, she looked into Gogo’s eyes for several seconds; then kissed her passionately on the lips. The moment their bodies came together, Gogo lost all control and could feel her accident start in earnest; the superhero wetting herself while pressed tightly against one of her best friend’s bodies. Honey Lemon didn’t recoil but instead, drew Gogo closer; slipping her hand down inside her peeing friend’s knickers, playing with her clit as Gogo continued to wet herself.
‘Oh… fuck’ whispered Gogo, unable to form any rational thought beyond that; as Honey Lemon threw her, still peeing herself, onto Honey’s bed. Their tongues began to fight for dominance in the other’s mouth, as their hands frantically peeled off layers of clothing; though Honey left on Gogo’s sopping wet knickers, still being soaked with jets of pee, as she kissed around her now exposed legs. Gogo was writhing with pleasure; already in the throes of an intense orgasm, yet somehow building towards another one. Honey wasn’t far behind, using one hand to play with her own pee-soaked pussy as her tongue finally rolled across Gogo’s wet pussy.
‘Yes, more; I need more!’ begged Gogo, as Honey grinned affectionate;y; thrilled at the results she was getting.
Their orgasms began to build together; almost in perfect sync, as Honey kissed Gogo’s breasts, while Gogo began to finger Honey relentlessly, making her body tremble with excitement. Both women were moaning with excitement, pee dripping over themselves, the bed, onto the floor and mixing in with their arousal, until the wetness, the pleasure and the naughtiness all combined into one, perfect moment of pleasure; overwhelming their restraint, and plunging both superheroes into the greatest orgasms of their lives. Both screamed in pleasure, so loud that if Honey’s room wasn’t soundproofed, their teammates would have probably thought they were being kidnapped again. Both squirted heavily; a mixture of pee and arousal, as they gasped for air, their chests heaving from the overwhelming pleasure, stars in the edges of their vision.
‘That was… incredible!’ said Honey Lemon sincerely, grinning like a cat who had discovered all the milk.
‘It was pretty great’ smiled Gogo, kissing Honey’s lips; before a grin spread over her face, that made Honey feel a new wave of arousal spread through her, despite the intensity of previous orgasm.
‘Ready for round two?’.
(If anyone wants to commission me to write something for them, just DM me)
Edited March 24, 2022 by Tom Hayfield
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Heather sighed as she stretched her arms over her head. For once her alarm clock had woken her on time, and she was going to actually make it to class with more than five minutes to spare.
—Well, that is, if she didn’t run into a line at the on-campus Starbucks. She sighed again, biting her lip and drawing her knees up to her chest as she checked her phone for the wait times at the coffee shop. ‘A little busier than normal’ said Google. ‘Wait time estimated five minutes.’
Heather checked her clock again. It was ten a.m., and her class started at ten-thirty. With a ten minute walk from her dorm to the building, assuming she didn’t run into a wall of people… that left her with just under twenty minutes to grab a drink. And she knew from past experiences that it was a very conservative estimate; she probably had closer to fifteen minutes.
She hesitated, thinking. It was a pretty chilly morning; the highs were supposed to only be in the low sixties, and her campus was extremely shady from the multitude of trees which lined its sidewalks. So hot coffee would taste good; not to mention it would wake her up and give her the jolt she’d need to get through her classes. On the other hand… as she finished stretching and stood up, she felt the faintest twinge from her bladder. Skipping her morning pee wasn’t the best idea… but after this class, she would have an hour and a half before the next one. She could easily go use one of the restrooms in the building, grab a quick lunch, and take some time to study or talk with her friends before her next class. It wouldn’t be a big deal. Besides, Heather hadn’t treated herself to coffee in a few weeks, and she was desperately craving caffeine, far more than she was craving the relief of a toilet.
With all of that in mind, she quickly dressed, shouldered her backpack, and headed out. The more she walked her bladder’s twinges receded into the back of her mind, and when she got to the Starbucks she was glad she hadn’t bothered using the bathroom; there was quite a line. She stood bouncing on her heels, fending off the residual chills from outside, until at last it was her turn. She ordered quickly and stood to the side to wait. She had just under ten minutes now, but the first sip of her latte was well worth it. It shot straight to her head, exploding through her brain and clearing up all the fog and cobwebs that had resulted from her late-night study session the night before. Heather took off at a very fast walk—more of a jog, really—and just made it to class on time. She set her latte on the corner of her desk and took out her notebook. Philosophy was one of her favorite classes, but it was also one of the most difficult ones she was taking. Not to mention the professor was the type who was very obviously intelligent because everything he said went right over her head.
(Also, Heather had a pretty huge crush on him, which could make it hard to concentrate during class.)
After class was over, Heather hesitated for a second. She’d drained her coffee and was feeling a little more pressure on her bladder from the morning, but she needed to clarify a few things with the professor. They had exams coming up and she really didn’t want to risk dropping a letter grade, especially since this class counted majorly towards her degree. But she had ninety whole minutes before her next class, she reminded herself, and everything would be fine. So she stood up and tossed her coffee cup in the trashcan before calling her professor’s name.
He turned and smiled at her, and she felt warmth blossom in her chest. “Yes, Heather?” he said.
“Do you have a second, Neil?” she asked. (He was always encouraging them to call him by his first name. It was still kind of awkward for Heather, although it certainly made it easier for her to imagine the two of them as husband and wife!)
“Yes, of course,” he said. “Let’s go to my office.”
They walked together down the hallway and into Neil’s office. Heather leaned against the desk while Neil booted up his computer, casually crossing her legs. Standing up and walking was definitely making her problem a little more apparent.
“So what can I do for you?” Neil asked.
Heather took her notebook out of her backpack. She flipped to the notes she’d taken that day and showed him what she was having an issue with. He slipped on his glasses to look more closely and she felt another burst of warmth in her chest. Neil had very nice black frames that made him look so scholarly and distinguished.
“Ah, yes,” he said, after a few seconds of reading her notes. “Yes, this is a really difficult passage we’re on right now. Are you about to go to another class?”
Heather shook her head, sighing internally as the pressure on her bladder seemed to increase just with his words and all they implied. If Neil was going to explain this in depth, she might barely have time to grab lunch before her next class. She needed to eat so she wouldn’t pass out in the middle of the lecture hall—she’d seen it happen to a girl last semester, and it had been kind of a fear of hers ever since.
On the other hand, she had come to Neil specifically for his help. She knew Neil was a very thorough man; he knew the subject matter well. It was one of the reasons why she had such a huge crush on him. When he started riffling through a book from his shelves, Heather lowered herself into one of the chairs beside the desk and crossed her legs the other way, feeling the tight material of her jeans stretch over her thighs and her bladder. She was probably overthinking this, anyway. There was no way Neil could take that long.
And he didn’t, really—but his explanations left Heather more confused than she’d started, so she kept having to ask questions for clarification, and then questions on top of those, and so on. Also, she was majorly distracted by the dark sweep of Neil’s hair over his glasses as he looked through his books and her notes. By the time she was relatively confident she understood everything Neil had talked about, it had been nearly a full hour. When Heather stood, she just managed to hide a wince at the unexpected pressure in her midsection. It wasn’t awful, necessarily, but her jeans were tight, making it worse than it was, and she was feeling a little bit buzzy and nervous from the caffeine.
“You have my email, right?” Neil asked as Heather shouldered her backpack.
“Yeah,” Heather said.
“Well, feel free to shoot me any other questions you might have,” he said. “You seem to have a better grasp on the material than you did earlier, but I want to be sure that you’re as comfortable with it as possible.”
“Thank you,” Heather said, and blushed when Neil smiled at her. She turned and walked out of his office, intending to head straight for the ladies’ room before going to grab a quick bite at the student union, but as she was walking down the hall she ran into her friend Christy, with whom she shared her next class.
“Hey,” Christy said. “Can you help me with something?”
“Um,” Heather started, but Christy bowled right over her, not really listening:
“We can go by the café if you wanna get a snack, but I made a dumb mistake and I really need to look at your notes.”
Again, Heather sighed internally. Christy was a sweet girl—really! But she was a terrible student. She forgot to study or do her classwork most of the time and Heather was always having to help bail her out of whatever situation she’d landed herself in. Heather knew she could say no; that she should say no, really; quit enabling Christy. But she’d always had a soft spot for helping people, and besides, she was too embarrassed to admit her reason of why she couldn’t help right now.
Besides, now there was only half an hour before their class, anyway. Heather wouldn’t have time to use the restroom, go all the way across campus to the union, get a full meal, sit down to eat it, and still make it back in time. So she told Christy sure, waited until her friend had turned away, and tugged a little on the waistband of her jeans, pulling the tight material away from her bladder. As soon as her button quit digging into her skin the pressure eased up considerably. Now confident that she wasn’t going to lose control any time soon she smiled at Christy and said okay.
The two girls walked down the stairs and out of the building towards the café. As they walked and talked about what Christy would need help with Heather’s attention was naturally diverted from her bladder, and by the time they’d arrived at the café and grabbed quick snacks for themselves she’d pretty much forgotten about what had been such a pressing urge. She and Christy sat at one of the tables and Heather retrieved her notebook for Christy to copy from while she ate her granola bar and cheese stick. It wouldn’t be enough for the whole day and she’d have to grab actual lunch after her next class, but it would tide her over.
Inevitably the granola scratched her throat and made her thirsty. She’d already been feeling some thirst from the coffee earlier; caffeine always dried her throat up. She wasn’t sure if it was the best idea, but she bought a water bottle after only a little deliberation, figuring that she could just take a few swallows from it throughout class. It would be better than trying to gulp down enough water from the fountain and then feeling distractedly thirsty throughout the lesson.
“Okay,” Christy was saying as Heather returned to their table. “I’m done. Thanks so much, girl.”
“No problem,” Heather said, sliding her notebook back into her backpack. Absentmindedly she took a long swallow from her bottle as she waited for Christy to finish putting up her own things. The water was cold from the fridge and felt good sliding down her throat. She hadn’t realized just how thirsty she was from the coffee (and probably all the walking she’d done as well) and as she and Christy crossed the campus to get to their next class she drained nearly a fourth of the bottle. She sat at her desk, carefully placing the bottle at the floor beside her feet. Surreptitiously she tugged her waistband away from her bladder again, hiding the movement under her jacket.
This class was more boring than philosophy by a pretty large margin. It was one of the core curriculum classes everyone was required to take in order to graduate and Heather—as she so often did—found herself drifting off within the first thirty minutes of the lecture. The professor was pretty laid back and didn’t seem to care if her students fell asleep or not—perhaps she found the class as boring as they did—so Heather spent a while with her chin propped up in her hand, letting herself drift in the warmth of her jacket, half listening to the professor talk. Eventually, though, Heather’s head began to actually drop towards the desk, and she forced herself to sit up straight and tug off her jacket. She didn’t want to actually embarrass herself in front of everyone. She rolled her shoulders and reached under her desk to grab her water bottle. She took a long swig from it, then another. The water wasn’t as cold as it had been, but it was still cool, and it worked as she’d hoped, waking her considerably from her stupor. It also traveled down into her stomach and then filtered through her kidneys with what felt like alarming speed; an hour into the lecture and Heather was feeling decidedly more pressure on her bladder than she had been—and now even tugging her waistband away from her bladder wasn’t helping. Firmly she crossed her legs one way, then the other. She began doodling in the margins of her notebook to try and distract herself—long, wavy lines that ran down from the top of the page to the bottom, curling streaks that cascaded like waterfalls—
Whoops.
Heather started on another drawing. A tree with big apples hanging from its branches. She would pick up an apple from the fresh fruit section at the student union; she imagined how good and cool it would taste, the sharp, sour juice running down her chin—
Oh, dear.
Heather abandoned her attempts at drawing entirely, turning to a clean page and struggling to stay focused on the lecture. When she lifted her water bottle to her lips again it was nearly empty and she winced; she hadn’t realized how much she’d drunk. The bottle was a liter; combined with the coffee on top of her night’s worth of pee already in her bladder… She wasn’t sure how much she’d drunk now, but she knew it hadn’t all hit her yet. She knew it would only get worse from here.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. There were still fifteen minutes to go with this lecture and while Heather definitely wasn’t to a point where she’d say it was an emergency, she also was really starting to regret not just using the bathroom before she left her dorm, forgoing her morning coffee, and trying to wake herself up some other way.
She remembered how sometimes in the beginning of going to school she’d forget to go to the bathroom during recess because she hadn’t trained herself to remember yet that she wasn’t free to get up and go pee whenever she wanted. Sitting here now in college Heather knew she couldn’t allow a repeat of any of the embarrassing situations which had arisen from that forgetfulness. Wetting herself in kindergarten was one thing, excusable. She was old enough to buy alcohol with a legitimate I.D. now; she’d had sex, she went to clubs sometimes with her friends. There was no way she could get away with it. She’d probably have to transfer to another college and even though that was absolutely Heather being overdramatic she also genuinely didn’t think she’d ever be able to live the shame and embarrassment down.
She bit her pinky nail, watching the minute hand inch closer and closer to the hour. Her thighs were squeezed together under her desk. She was so focused on her bladder that it was actually making the urgency worse. She felt her knee begin to jiggle uncontrollably. Fuck, she needed to pee.
At last the bell rang. Heather jumped to her feet, relieved when some of the insistent pressure eased up from her bladder, but it still wasn’t enough. She could definitely feel a constant, relentless pressure in her midsection now. There was a sharp pressure just below her navel. She had to get to a bathroom before it got worse. She had to. She—
—she was being called by Christy, and also Jamie, their other mutual friend who took the class with them. Heather turned, winced; her hands wanted instinctively to go to her crotch, and she disguised the movement by wrapping her jacket loosely around her waist.
“Yeah,” she said.
“You don’t have any more classes today, right?” Christy asked.
“No,” Heather said.
“We were thinking about driving into the city to grab lunch and go shopping,” Jamie said.
Panic surged in Heather’s chest. Just tell them you need to go to the bathroom first! shouted a voice in her mind. But she couldn’t; she was sure they’d see how desperate she was starting to get, and she was sure also that Christy would somehow figure out that Heather had been holding it since her philosophy class. She didn’t want Christy to tease her or anything; she didn’t want Jamie to know what an idiot she’d been all day. So she steeled herself and said,
“Sounds like fun! Let’s go.”
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Heather didn’t go to college in a big city, but there could still get considerable traffic, especially during the noontime rush. Five minutes into the drive (they were in Jamie’s car) Heather was beginning to feel just on the verge of frantic. She’d elected to sit in the backseat so she could squirm around without drawing attention to herself, but it wasn’t really helping. The seatbelt pressed tightly into her bladder, and every stop and start the car made just jostled it further. Heather slid one hand between her tightly crossed thighs, hoping that neither Jamie nor Christy looked back at her. She chewed on her nail, staring hopelessly out the window at the long lines of cars. She tried not to think about how crowded the restaurant would be; how long the line would be to the bathroom.
“Ugh, guys, I’m so sorry, I had no idea there was going to be this much traffic,” Jamie said, tapping her hands impatiently on her steering wheel.
“It’s cool,” Christy said. “I’m not in a rush.”
“Yeah,” Heather managed to choke out after a second. “Me neither.” She thought about the water bottle, how she’d drained the whole thing. Why on earth had she done that? The pressure on her urethra was increasing steadily and her knee kept jiggling forcefully despite her concentration to make it stop. Her thoughts were a steady, constant stream of need to pee need to pee need to pee.
Ten minutes later they still hadn’t quite reached the restaurant, though it was within sight now. In the front seat, Jamie and Christy were playing I Spy, and Heather was trying to pay attention, but the ever-growing pressure in her bladder was making it difficult to think straight. It was taking on the dangerous, sharp edge that just verged on a loss of control, and she was really beginning to internally panic now.
“I spy a car wash,” Christy said, and Heather just stopped herself from moaning out loud. The word ‘wash’ echoed and tumbled in her head, and it only grew worse when she saw the car wash herself. Someone was going through it as they drove past. Heather could see the water running in rivulets down the car inside the machine. She imagined she could hear the sound of it sloshing around, pouring, gushing—
She bit down so hard on her lower lip she almost broke the skin. Hurriedly she recrossed her legs the other way as she felt her control threaten to slip. She’d jammed both hands between her legs now and was pumping them up and down frantically, willing the traffic to ease up, willing Jamie’s car to sprout wings and fly. Of course neither of those things happened, but somehow Heather was able to clamp down and hold on. When they reached the restaurant she was half-tempted to just squat beside the car, tug her jeans down a little, and let go right in the parking lot, but she knew that would be a horrible idea—embarrassing as hell, not to mention illegal—so she just got out of the car. She did have to take a second, though, once gravity hit her and she felt the full weight of her bladder between her legs. She couldn’t bite back a whimpered fuck and was glad to see neither Jamie nor Christy seemed to have noticed.
The three girls walked into the restaurant. The hostess showed them to a table; momentarily their waitress arrived and asked if they wanted drinks or appetizers. Jamie and Christy both ordered waters, then looked expectantly at Heather. I’m fine, thanks, she wanted to say, so badly, but that would look so odd, going into a restaurant and then not getting a drink. After a second she managed to force out “a water too, please” and the waitress nodded and walked off. Heather squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could. Just looking around casually she couldn’t see the bathroom, but she was sure that just as soon as she excused herself and got up she’d find it—
“Heather?” That was Christy, calling her name from across the booth. “Hey, you okay?”
Heather snapped her eyes up. She realized her friends must have been talking to her and she hadn’t been listening. She also realized she must look odd; she was sitting a little hunched over, biting her lip again. She forced herself to relax—although she wasn’t able to relax much, because it was getting to the point where the tension in her muscles was all that was keeping the flood at bay.
“I’m great,” she said, smiling. “Just concentrating on the menu.”
This made Jamie laugh, which was great, except that now Heather definitely couldn’t go to the bathroom. Now if she excused herself she’d have to say something like ‘actually you know what? I looked weird earlier because I’m literally about to burst open from how much pee is inside me,’ and Christy would make fun of her until the day she died. The longer Heather put off mentioning how bad she needed to go, the stupider it was going to make her look when she did actually go—it was a vicious cycle, and there wasn’t much she could do about it.
Soon after, their drinks arrived. Heather stared at the daunting tall glass of water before her—it was filled to the brim with both water and ice, and it was sweating. Heather was sweating too, though of course for an entirely different reason. In vain she tugged her waistband away from her bladder again.
She ordered the least liquidy thing on the menu—a green salad with kale, spinach, and lettuce. She asked for oil and vinegar dressing in the hopes that it wouldn’t dry her mouth out too much. Her bladder was so full she wasn’t even very hungry anymore, and the food did help for a little while in absorbing the water she drank, but it wasn’t good enough by a long shot. She tried to take slow, small sips of water, but she must have been thirsty despite everything, because by the time the checks came her glass was empty, and she’d inadvertently sucked down most of the ice, too. She could feel all the water pulsing and pounding through her, her bladder straining against her jeans, heavy and swollen and throbbing.
“Okay, now, shopping,” Jamie announced as the waitress came back with their credit cards and receipts. “Where do we want to go first, clothes or music?”
Oh dear no, Heather thought, panicked again. She was sure she’d consumed at least another half-liter just now, if not more—the glass was tall as hell, it might have been closer to seven-fifty milliliters. If she had to get in and out of Jamie’s car that many times she thought she might actually explode all over her backseat. “Why don’t we just go to the mall?” she suggested, before Christy could say anything.
Jamie blinked at her. “Omg,” she said (she was the sort of girl who said ‘omg’ out loud). “Girl, why the hell didn’t I think of that?”
“No idea,” Heather said, struggling to keep the strain out of her voice. Her legs were twisted up like pretzels under the table, hands clasped around her thighs, squeezing frantically.
“You’re so smart,” Jamie said, grinning. Heather rolled her eyes in response, and the girls got out of the booth. Or well, Jamie and Christy did. Heather untwisted her legs and immediately felt the pressure of her bladder drop; she had to clamp her thighs back together instantly, terrified she would leak. Thankfully her underwear stayed dry, but it was a closer call than she’d have liked.
“C’mon,” Jamie called from where she and Christy had already walked nearly to the door.
“Just a second,” Heather called back. “My feet fell asleep.”
With a Herculean effort, she managed to wiggle her way out of the booth and into a standing position. Her bladder was so swollen and heavy now it was starting to protrude; she could see the soft bulge of it under her shirt and the tied arms of her jacket. She moaned inwardly, thinking again of the bathroom, but Jamie and Christy were already out the door, and Heather just couldn’t bear the idea of drawing attention to her need. She let out a slow breath before walking forward. She had to walk oddly, with her thighs pressed tightly together, but she managed. It felt like she was carrying an overfull fish bowl in her arms, one which she was going to drop and smash into a thousand pieces at any given moment. As she neared Jamie’s car she thought again about squatting and just pissing on the ground. It seemed like a much more real possibility now than it had when they’d arrived. But she knew she couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t, but fuck, did she want to.
She wished she could get covered by her own jacket in the parking lot, tug her jeans off, pull her underwear to the side, and piss. She wished that so badly. As Jamie turned right out of the parking lot and back into traffic Heather thought of all the liquid she’d consumed through the day. She wished more than anything that she’d just taken her morning pee. Not that she thought it would’ve helped all that much through the enormous amount of water she’d drank, but still, it would’ve been better than this. Her bladder felt like it was on fire, a screaming straining sensation which spread from one hip to the other, and they weren’t even at the mall yet. She had no idea how on earth she was going to hold it all the way through shopping and then the drive back to campus. Her heart was starting to pound intensely in her chest. She could feel it in her bladder; in her tightly-crossed legs; everywhere.
The mall was another fifteen minute drive away. Heather sat on her heel, feeling the sharp dig of the side of her shoe against her crotch. She couldn’t bend forward while sitting for fear that she’d spurt all over herself. The pressure had absolutely reached that sharp, jarring peak now, pulsing frantically against the seatbelt. She felt like as soon as she stood, gravity would do its job and the pee would simply come rushing out of her, unable to be held back any longer. She stared feeling daunted at the mall; she’d been several times, but it had never looked so big and menacing as it did now. She stared at all the bushes in the parking lot. None of them would provide adequate cover for her to squat behind. She squeezed her crotch hard as Jamie circled the lot looking for an empty parking space. She thought about very dry things like deserts and sand.
Realistically she knew that neither Christy nor Jamie would be watching her the whole time they were inside. She could rush into a bathroom while they were busy trying on clothes or something. But the problem was that Heather knew also how Christy got in malls—if she was doing something, everyone else had to be doing it too. It wasn’t even a control thing; Christy was just really enthusiastic about shopping, and her personality kind of really aided in that enthusiasm. Heather didn’t really want to make a thing out of going to the bathroom when Christy was dragging her and Jamie from store to store, and she didn’t want to disappear on her friends, either; make them worry unnecessarily. Still, the idea was tempting, and even more so when Heather got out of the car and discovered she could no longer stand fully upright. She had to pass it off as a leg cramp as they walked towards the mall together, her bladder a heavy constant weight inside her, straining tight and full against her jeans, just at the absolute limit of its capacity. Worst of all it felt like she could still physically feel more liquid running into it, as though all the water she’d already drunk hadn’t yet made its way through her body.
There was a Yankee Candle store immediately inside the doors, and Jamie made a beeline for it, excited about all the different scents. Christy dashed towards the knickknacks (mostly animal-shaped) which were for holding various things: candles, tiny plants, etc. Heather leaned surreptitiously against a bookshelf holding various cooking books, trying to cross her legs as subtly as she could. Everything she looked at looked like a toilet to her right now: the trashcans, the little hollow knickknacks, the ceramic pots lining the walls. Even the throw pillows deeper inside the store resembled toilets: Heather tried not to imagine how good it would feel to squat, pushing the fabric between her legs, and releasing her bladder, letting the pillow absorb all of its contents. She moaned, squeezing down hard on her upper arms, digging her nails into her skin, bouncing her feet frantically, shifting her weight from one foot to the other to try and alleviate some of the pressure.
When Jamie and Christy came back to the front Heather was pretending to look at one of the cookbooks, though of course in reality she hadn’t absorbed a single word on any of the pages she’d mindlessly flipped through. She couldn’t stop herself from digging the heel of her hand into her thigh over and over, teeth gritted as she continued to jiggle on the spot, swaying her hips back and forth in frantic tight motions.
“I didn’t know you like cooking,” Christy said, clocking the book.
“Sometimes,” Heather said. Her face was flushed bright red and she had to untie her jacket from around her waist, feeling overheated as she replaced the book on its shelf before following her friends out.
Walking around the mall felt more like a circus trick than anything. Every step pounded against Heather’s bladder and made her more and more dizzyingly aware that she was getting dangerously close to losing control and wetting herself in front of everyone. Her face stayed hot as she followed her friends from Yankee Candle to American Outfitters, and then to Kohl’s. By the time they’d gone into Forever 21 she was having to hold herself constantly, hiding her hand behind her jacket sleeve, and she knew she wasn’t doing a very good job of it. She was waddling more than walking, her thighs pressed together so hard the skin between them had gone to sleep a little. But she was afraid if she spread her legs even for one second she’d let go; she wouldn’t be able to help it.
Then Christy looked at her phone and sighed. “I have to get back to campus,” she said. “I just remembered I have a study group session in the library at three.”
Fuck, was it not even three in the afternoon yet? Heather felt like she’d been holding it for centuries. She stood bent at the waist, leaning against a wall, while Jamie put the top she’d been looking at back on its hanger. They walked out of the store; there was an exit close by, so they took it, and it was nice to get out into the sun again, except where this exit let out was a full five minute walk from where they’d parked.
Heather stared longingly at the bushes they passed. She imagined herself sitting on the concrete slab behind them, leaning against the building, and just letting go. Hadn’t the ancient Romans had systems similar to that in public? She’d seen pictures in history books of the long troughs they’d used in their public bathhouses, the holes which led straight to the aqueduct system which ran below the city. Disgusting, but efficient. All Heather would have to do was lift up the edges of her dress—did women wear togas? she couldn’t remember—and perch herself right over the hole. She tried desperately not to think of how good it would feel to let all that pressure out. All the pressure which had been building and building steadily over the day inside of her.
She sat gingerly in the backseat when at last they arrived at Jamie’s car. Her bladder was completely swollen now, so much so that she had to surreptitiously unbutton her jeans, because there wasn’t room for them to stay fully clasped anymore. The skin over her bladder was stretched tight and felt hot to the touch, but Heather couldn’t really touch it, because in addition to being hot and swollen it was also sensitive as hell. It felt like if she just grazed it with her nail she’d have an accident. And as they pulled out into traffic yet again she suddenly felt herself become determined not to have an accident. Not just because of the humiliation it would cause her, but because it had been—what, somewhere around twelve, maybe fourteen hours since she’d last peed? She’d held on this long. Her muscles were tired from so much straining. Her legs were tired from squeezing. But the end was in sight. All they had to do was get back to campus. Jamie’s dorm was farther away, so she’d drop Heather off first. All Heather had to do was make it up the elevator and into her room. That was it.
She clasped her hands between her legs and stared out the window determinedly. The noon rush had finished and the five o’clock rush hadn’t started yet, so there wasn’t as much traffic, but even so it was still close to twenty minutes before they arrived back at the campus. The sharp, relentless pressure pounded unceasingly against Heather’s skin. She was chewing on her lower lip, frantic to keep in the moans which wanted to erupt from her throat. She fanned her thighs in and out, dancing her feet in the footwell of Jamie’s car. Had campus always been this big? Did it always take this long to drive through the streets?
“You sure you’re okay?” Christy asked Heather as Jamie pulled up alongside her dorm. Heather nodded, her hands shaking as she tugged on the door handle. When she spread her legs to get out a hot burning sensation ran up through her urethra and she couldn’t hold back a sharp gasp, clamping her thighs together again frantically, doubling up. She had to go she had to go oh she just had to go—
“I’m fine,” she panted, struggling out of the car. “It’s just—ah—that stupid leg cramp—” She did an awkward twisting movement with her hips as she struggled to shut the door behind her without leaking. She waved to Christy; watched Jamie drive off. Then she limped to the front door of the dorm.
Her key card wouldn’t work.
Her key card wouldn’t work.
She couldn’t believe it. She could not believe this was happening. Her legs squeezed together at the knees and she bowed inwards, clutching herself desperately through her jeans, too out of her mind with desperation to care how she looked. She’d heard about other people on campus having issues with their key cards and had just assumed it was one of those things that happened to other people, but never to you. But it had happened and her bladder was completely filled to the brim, her urethra was pulsing, she was frantic, she couldn’t hold it, she—
A guy walked out of the dorm and she grabbed the door handle. Ignoring the odd look he gave her she rushed in and stood bobbing and weaving frantically at the front desk. “Please let me into the elevators,” she gasped. “My key card’s not working and—and—” Her face was bright red; she was rambling unthinkingly, about to literally blurt to this stranger that she was minutes away from full-on wetting herself. Her legs were pretzel twisted together again and she couldn’t stand still. Her weak, exhausted muscles trembled with the force she was straining on them.
The girl behind the desk gave her a look, but just shrugged and got up. They walked together to the elevator and the girl let her on and pressed her floor number. “You better go to the union soon and get it fixed,” she said, with a glance towards Heather’s bent legs.
“I will,” Heather gasped. The doors slid shut and she finally let out the moan she’d been holding back, reaching between her legs to grab frantically at herself yet again. She couldn’t remember ever having been this desperate in her entire life. Her jeans were still unbuttoned and she began tugging frantically at the waistline of them, trying to pull them as far down as was societally acceptable before she got to her room.
The elevator dinged as it opened and Heather rushed off. She had to pause, clutching the wall, gasping, as an intense wave of desperation hit her. Her bladder cramped and she let out a sound that was half-moan, half-sob, bending double at her waist, legs double-crossed. After several seconds of bouncing frantically she managed to get it under control but she knew there was a timer and it was running down to the last few seconds.
She raced down the hall towards her dorm room, trying to grip herself through her jeans and fumble her room key out at the same time. She got to the door and stood frantically stepping from foot to foot as she struggled to fit the key in the lock. Her hands were shaking and she nearly lost her grip before it finally went in. She shoved the handle down and rushed inside. She dropped her backpack right there on the floor of the common area. She ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. The toilet had never looked so beautiful to her before in her entire life as she flicked on the light, her thighs shaking, hands moving desperately at her waistline, trying to unzip the zipper which was squeezed tight around her distended, swollen bladder. She wanted to just shove her jeans down past her thighs but she knew they wouldn’t go down because of how tight they fit and oh the toilet was right there and oh why wouldn’t the zipper come down it wasn’t budging, her hands were shaking, sweaty, slipping off the metal, her bladder was pulsing, throbbing, so, so full, and it hurt, it hurt to even touch near it. Her muscles ached and her bladder gave another vicious cramp and she let out a sharp gasp, straining desperately to hang on just one more second but it was too late, she was already peeing full force into her pants. Her urine ran hot and wet down her legs and she watched in complete disbelief as it spread darkly around her crotch before soaking into the fabric of her jeans and then running onto the floor. She stood with her legs a little apart trembling uncontrollably as she pissed and pissed, her urethra aching, pounding so hard she couldn’t even feel relief for a while. The urine was fully trapped between the tight fabric of her jeans and her leg like a hose on full force pressed right to her skin. She couldn’t hold back more moans as her full, swollen bladder continued to empty forcefully right there on the floor, with the toilet literally one step away.
Eventually Heather began to feel like she was actually relieving herself. When she moaned again it was more from pleasure as she finally began to feel the weight lifting off her bladder, the release of pressure even better than she’d imagined. She couldn’t move to do anything but her legs were so weak she just collapsed right there, kneeling on the floor, still wetting uncontrollably. The denim was completely soaked through and there was still so much more left inside of her. She relaxed back on her heels and tilted her head towards the ceiling, another soft sigh of relief escaping her lips. The piss ran and ran out of her, seemingly never ending. Her bladder deflated. Every so often her stream would slow a little, but just a slight bearing down on her muscles got it going again, soft gushes of sound trapped in her pants, soft bursts of fresh heat against the sodden fabric of her jeans and underwear.
When she was done Heather still couldn’t move for a few minutes, so completely overcome with relief and sore from how long she’d held. She straightened up slowly, staring at the puddle she’d made. After a few minutes she stripped off her clothes and threw them in the tub. She pulled out the bleach and poured it on the floor, not knowing what else to do but knowing also that her roommate wouldn’t be coming back for several days, so she had time to figure it out. For now, she stepped into the shower and turned it on, letting the hot water run over her body, feeling lighter and more relaxed than she had felt in what seemed like forever. |
The sun was obscured by tall, pine covered Vermont mountains. A dark blue 1988 Pontiac 6000 LE Safari crested a hilltop road, driving it was a skinny, blonde young man, in the passenger seat, his girlfriend. The car was silent, aside from the rhythmic clunking of passing over highway connection points. The young lady looked over at her boyfriend, breaking the past 20 minutes of silence with a very meek, almost inaudible “Hey..”
The boy broke eye contact with the road, opting to look at the thick, jet black bangs of rich hair that utterly blinded his girlfriend. The two were a rather silent couple, in the four years of high school love-dovery they had experienced together, they always remained mostly silent. They would sometimes go weeks, or over a month without exchanging so much as a hum, but they never failed to spend some of each day in each other's presence. The contact of eyes to her felt like a wave of boiling heat, her soul flinched, and she grabbed her hair, holding it up to her face to hide behind it. Her face underneath was red as her own blood, something about his body language today, -something the two had become exceptionally skilled at reading- made her feel a sort of way. She knew what this way was, but refused to admit it to herself.
“I have something to show you, I think you might like it.” she informed him, softly as always.
Her boyfriend’s eyes were already affixed on the road again, which freed her from her flustered hiding place. She reached into the back seat, and grabbed her handbag. She reached inside, and pulled out a few items, all encased in brown paper bags. Twisting her body around like that had intensified a slight aching that had been in her lower abdomen most of the day, but it was still barely tame enough to ignore. She figured that she could wait a bit before bringing his attention to it. “I was looking at the Sears catalog a few days ago..”
“Hm?”
“...And, well- I saw something you might like..”
The young man looked back at his girlfriend, her lips formed a shadow of a smile, but it was a smile. His eyes followed her perfectly thin arms until he caught a glimpse of what was in her hands. His eyes widened, and he snapped back to his relentless stare at the road, hoping to distract himself from what he had seen. Yes, he certainly liked it. He liked it a lot. It made him feel warm inside.
The girl twisted around again to put the items back in her bag. Much to the displeasure of the mysterious aching in her body. She felt like she had spoken too much for the time being, so she opted to press her legs together, and rest her hands on the end of her skirt. She remained silent for the following 15 minutes, her eyes locked on to the thin, transparent denier tights that wrapped around her legs. She watched as they reflected, and became more or less transparent when the sun hit them at different angles every time the car turned. This reminded her that she needed to get more, as this was her last pair that wasn't ripped from how delicate they were.
Suddenly, the boy’s Pontiac crested a rather pointed hill, giving the girl a brief feeling of weightlessness, then a sharp jolt of pain from the aching area. It suddenly felt a lot worse, almost as if her ignorance of it had kept the pain at bay all day, only for the sudden grasp of attention to make her realize how much it actually hurt! She grasped her skirt tightly, and ignored her desire to remain quiet for longer. “Sam?” she mumbled.
“Jamie?”
“May I please use the restroom?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
It took her a second to realize what he had just said. She looked over at him. “What? What do you mean ‘No’?”
“I mean no.”
“But I haven't gone all day, the teachers kept denying me.”
“I’m denying you too.”
“Oh, okay.”
It took her another second to realize what he had just said again. “But I need to go really badly.” She mentioned.
“I am not going to let you, though.”
She stared intently at her knees, pressing them tightly together, the skin around the contact points turning white beneath the shaded tights from the pressure. “Why?”
“Do you want an honest answer?”
“I’d like one, please.”
“And you won’t get mad?”
“I promise.”
“And you won't find me weird?”
“I won’t.”
Sam hesitated for a second. Two seconds, actually. No, more like around a minute. He stared at the road the whole time, chills running up his spine. Jamie waited, her impatience growing slightly as her bladder was still waking up and realizing its true fullness.
“Because, I think it’s cute when you have to pee.”
Jamie tilted her head, curiosity overpowering her enough to distract her from her bladder. “Elaborate, please.”
Sam hesitated for only a few seconds this time, “I think its hot when you really have to pee.” He sighed, stressfully. “To put it in simple terms, I have a fetish for women needing to pee.”
“Huh.” She replied. This was possibly the most they have talked in a day, and it was interesting. But as the initial shock of intrigue faded, her bladder came right back, ready to chastise her viciously for ignoring it. She put her hands together like a knife, and jabbed it into her skirt.
Sam applied a white-knuckled grasp on to the steering wheel of his car. The combination of what she purchased from Sears, and her current situation painted a very, very desirable picture in his mind.
“Can I please use the bathroom?”
“No.”
“Is there any point in asking further?”
“No.”
“I understand.” Jamie responded, a twinge of curiosity still in her voice.
After about an hour of silent driving, repeatedly interrupted by the swishing of Jamie’s tights as they rubbed together, becoming exponentially more frequent as they neared their destination. The Pontiac broke off of the main road, down a dirt path, and stopped at the edge of a small embankment overlooking a lake. From here, they could watch the sunset. Sam stepped out of the car, walked around the front to Jamie’s side, and opened the door for her. Jamie slowly stepped out, wobbling slightly when she was fully up. Her bladder really disagreed with this, it suddenly felt weighted, and it stung quite a bit. She immediately crossed her legs and hunched over, one hand on her knees, the other firmly against her crotch.
“Is it really that bad?” Asked Sam.
Jamie nodded. “Yes! I haven't used the bathroom since before I left the house…” She took a deep breath. “Give me a minute, I need to change into the new stuff.”
Sam replied with a short “Ok.” and walked closer to the embankment, looking at the orange sunlight gleaming off the ripples in the lake water. No more than a minute later, Jamie walked in front of him, and in front of the sun. She appeared as nothing more than a silhouette at first. She was gorgeous, with sleek curves, flowing hair, it was truly a perfect sight. Sam's eyes were quickly drawn to one noticeable feature of her silhouette, her bladder was so heavily swollen and distended, it looked like she was nursing a slight pregnancy. Soon, Sam’s eyes adjusted to the silhouette, revealing that she was wearing a beautiful set of black floral lace lingerie. It consisted of a very well strapped bra that perked her chest up nicely, black shoulder length gloves with lacy sleeve tips, A waist garter that held up a pair of lace-topped thigh high stockings, underneath it sat a pair of lacy black panties, and the whole thing was topped off with a pair of 6 inch high heels. The lingerie stuck perfectly to her thin, but tall frame, but the true star was the swelling of her bladder. It bulged so much, it was quite obvious that a full day of drinks and waiting was sitting patiently inside of her. “Do you like it?” Jamie asked shyly. Nobody had ever seen much of her skin, and the floral lace meant that parts of her that were “Covered” were still able to be seen.
Sam was astounded. She looked like an angel, and from his silence, she could tell exactly how much he loved it. She could also tell where he was looking, she broke her stillness, quickly knifing both hands into her crotch again, and hunching over. It took her a second to realize that her bladder was actually as swollen as it was, and that it was the reason he was looking there. She felt deeply embarrassed, but seemed to appreciate the fact that he was enjoying it. Even if it hurt so much that she had to put effort into not crying.
Sam held out his hand, knowing she’d have to struggle more to hold it if she could only use one. “Want to hold hands until the sun sets? It would be pretty romantic.”
That night, April 12th, 1988, a boy and a girl, deep in their teenage love, held hands as they watched the sunset. One was comfortable as he could be, with a slight smile on his face as the final gleams of sunlight disappeared from the hills, the other was almost naked, cold, frantic, and in excruciating pain. She couldn't stand upright enough to catch a single glimpse of the sun, as she was too occupied with pee-dancing the entire time.
However, as soon as the landscape became dark, something clicked. It was like a button within her was pushed. Her bladder had swollen in just the right way to trigger something.
Somehow, by some mysterious turn of events..
She liked it.
Mari here, thanks for reading!
I am working on a continuation to this right away. feel free to discuss or ask questions below! I'll be wearing an identical set of lingerie and heels to her as I work on part two, I wont forget the "bladder was so heavily swollen and distended, it looked(s) like she was(I am) nursing a slight pregnancy" either. That is an integral part of her outfit. |
It was dark, really dark. Jamie and Sam lay on the hood of Sam's car, they had just returned from about an hour of walking, only deciding to turn back once it was already difficult to see. Jamie’s legs, feet and ankles hurt a lot, she had spent almost an hour hiking in high heels full of piss. She liked it, though. They had spent the whole walk discussing all sorts of topics, ranging from love, to fetishes, to the future, and the past. In the end, they had spoken more in that one hour than they had in their entire relationship up to that point, and in the end, they both came out feeling satisfied, and comfortable.
Jamie Perry, 18, was a masochist. She loved it all, She could extract pleasure from the worst of pains. She reveled in being judged and having to hide embarrassing secrets. As she lay on the hood of the car, pinned down by her boyfriend, she made a silent vow to allow him to hurt her as much as he wanted.
Samuel Ueler, 18, was a sadist. He only wanted to make it hurt, and feel terrible to his willing victim. As he pinned down the thin, frail girl on his car’s hood, he made a silent vow to make her experience the highest extent of the torment her bladder could endure, without so much of a thought of mercy, every. Last. Day.
They were both in their element, Jamie was meagerly clothed, freezing cold as the early spring night brought chilling breezes through the air. Sam was right where he knew he should be, scheming out all the ways he could make her suffer.
Jamie held both of her damp, gloved hands to Sam’s face, and pulled him in close. “Sam..” She coo’d, “I think I need to use the bathroom again..”
Jamie’s bladder hated the thought of having to hold even another drop. Her mind tried to convince her that she should hate it too. The feeling of even a small amount of urine in her exhausted bladder made her feel sick to her stomach, but consciously, she knew she enjoyed it.
Sam looked her in her bangs, surprised slightly, then he climbed further on top of her, putting all his body weight into his knee, which he now placed on top of Jamie’s bladder. “I’m.. I am not going to let you pee.” He stated.
Jamie’s whole body suffered a wave of coldness, and she began to feel awful, the last thing her body wanted to do was hold more pee. And it was making itself obvious, as she began to shake slightly from the intense rush of red flags and warning signs her body was throwing at her, warning her to stop before it was too late. Jamie did not say a word. She simply nodded, and gave a slight smile of appreciation towards her boyfriend.
They spent an hour on the hood of that car, cuddling in the freezing spring night, and when they got up to leave, Sam wore a smirk across his face, and Jamie shook violently, a combination of the freezing air against her damp lingerie, and the sickening rejection of her body against the the growing amount of urine in her bladder. “So, are you staying at my house tonight? We do have school tomorrow.” Mentioned Sam.
Jamie had gently placed her hands between her thighs, in a knife-like manner, similar to before. She rubbed her thighs together, enjoying the feeling of it all. Within that, she hadn’t heard Sam say a word. “Jamie?” Sam asked again.
“Hm?”
“Are you staying at my house tonight?”
“Sure, if I could.”
“Okay, some rules I have to start putting into place as well. Pay close attention, okay?”
Jamie, hands still between her thighs, looked up at Sam, unable to see him because of her bangs.
“Okay, rule one, you will do everything I tell you to do. And rule two, you will dress the way I want.”
Jamie was sweating, her deepest, wettest dreams of consensual abuse and being owned were coming true before her very eyes! She hid her face behind her hair to hide her expression of arousal. She asked a rather important question, “But what if I am in a situation where I really don’t want to do something? Like when I’m up on stage? Or acting? Or with my friends?”
“Jamie. Listen to me, and listen to me well… Okay? You will do everything I say. Without question. Whether you like it or not. End of discussion.”
Golden ticket. The perfect answer. Jamie could barely contain herself. The throbbing warmth of unfiltered arousal pulsed through her body, making her turn a bright red all over. “Of course, I will.” She muttered in response.
Sam kind of knew he had to say that, it was quite obvious from the way she discussed her kinks on the walk. The car fell silent for a few minutes as they waited for the extremely horny aura to fade away. After so much strain, walking, and touching, the two had become rather hungry. In a complete 180, Sam pulled off of the highway in to a rest stop. The sight of a bathroom Jamie couldn’t use made her bladder send another wave of disagreement through her full body. “We’re gonna grab something quick to eat, and I will get a drink for you. No, you can not use the bathroom here. Wear something, you can’t go eating in just lingerie.”
Jamie nodded, and reached to her bag to grab her school uniform skirt and shirt. Strangely, despite their school not having a uniform policy, she insisted on wearing identical mid-thigh length gray pleated skirts, white button down shirts, denier tights, black Mary Janes, and black ties every day. She slid the skirt up her well toned legs, and to her waist, realizing that like this, she would look like a slut. Wearing what was very clearly garters holding up what was very clearly stockings, wearing six inch heels, even a blind person could tell that she was wearing lingerie, only made worse by her button downs being cheaply thinned, and therefore exposing her bra every day.
Sam wouldn’t even let her take off the gloves.
Oh, this was bad. Very bad. Despite her likeness to being slightly exposed, this was dozens of strangers in a truck stop that could see her most private portion of her closet, all white she reeked of sweat, pine trees, and old piss. plus, she already had to pee pretty badly again. Before she had a chance to reconsider her “anything goes” policy, Sam had already yanked her out of her seat, and pulled her to the fast food restaurant. She closed her eyes when the sound of the door chime ringed. Only to be met with nothing but the electrical hum of the overhead lights. She opened her eyes, the restaurant was completely empty. All except for one person, a petite, pretty looking girl their age at the counter. She looked stressed out, and restless, but that didn’t matter. Jamie was not in any state to think critically.
Sam could tell by the look on the girl at the counter’s face exactly what was going on…
This situation was too good to pass up.
(Gonna write an in-between piece from the workers POV) |
April 13th, 1988.
Dear Diary,
Today was a very rich day. I bet you are dying to know how, don’t worry, I’m dying to tell you!
So, usually to school, I like to wear one of my tartan skirts, a pair of stocking tights, a brown wool sweater of some kind, and some white wool leg warmer socks. Usually I have them rolled down, but it is April in Vermont, so I pull them up to their longest to keep me warm, which is at about my mid thigh, leaving a small gap in between the skirt and the leg warmers where you can see the stocking tights. I am such a fashionista, right?
Well, on days where acrobatics are scheduled, all of the acrobats have to wear their school issued leotards to school, and we can’t wear anything else for whatever reason (Some scandal that happened in the 70’s, from what I heard.) now, this is of course a major inconvenience to the acrobats, as these things are thinner than the lunch napkins, so they are very cold. Of course, this causes riots among the boys, since all the popular girls have their hips and thighs all exposed for their enjoyment. I don’t mind it though, I love being in attention. I also wore a black pair of six inch heels I bought not too long ago.
In particular, they are black very high cut leotards with no shoulders or sleeves, and the school also supplements them with black shoulder length gloves, and leg warmer socks that go way up to the upper thighs. Well, “Warmer'' is an exaggeration, since they are just as thin as the gloves and leotard.
Remember what I said yesterday? About how I would “Do it again”? Well, I did. I actually still am. You see, you are a book, so let me get you caught up. When a gal does human things, like drinking, the water goes in her body, does some magic stuff, and then gets put in her bladder where it waits until she can find a little ladies room to empty it out. Now, when the water, now called “Pee” is waiting there, the bladder will make a little bit of pain, telling the girl that “Hey, you should empty me!” The more the gal stores in there, the more it hurts. My goal is to store it until the whole thing is completely filled up, like a balloon about to pop, and then never dispose of it. All for my entertainment, of course!
You might be thinking, “Stevie-girl, you’re crazy! That must hurt like a… very painful thing! I mean, it did yesterday!” Yes, you are right, it did. It still does, because I still haven't let it go as of sitting down to write this. Now, call me crazy, call me weird, but I actually think that feeling is really nice! For one, it’s very warm, and very comfortable. Second, It helps me stay awake, attentive, and gets me casual exercise in the form of a pee-pee dance. Third, and I just found this out today, when a girlie’s bladder starts to get fuller, it begins to poke out of her belly a little, and when it is completely full, it puts this gorgeous curve on her belly, it looks really pretty, and as I write this, I’m still getting up now-and-then to check myself out in the mirror, I know you don't have eyes, but trust me. It looks stunning. It’s also really hard & heavy, like someone put a steel ball in my belly. It also really, really hurts when I touch it, but that’s no matter, since its fun to press on it, rub and pat it. Okay, okay. Call me crazy all you want, but trust me when i say, it really made my day a lot more rich and eventful. It really put me in my comfort zone.
Now, it is time to get to the meat and bones of the story, that being what happened today. So, taking the knowledge that I taught you in mind, When i woke up this morning, I had a good amount of stuff to drink. I consider myself a tea-head, so I had two fat mugs of it with breakfast, and brought another large amount of it in my thermos, which is pretty big, since it’s supposed to last all day.
So, I guess tea hits hard, because by the time I got to school, I was already kinda crossing my legs when no one was looking while I pulled stuff from my car. A few boys came up to flirt with me, because of course they would do that to a gymnast in a leotard. And that kept me out in the cold for a real long time while they spoke. When they eventually left, I was one leg over the other the whole time I got my things from the car. When I got inside, though, I kind of stopped needing to go as much. I don’t know why. Maybe the cold made my nerves more sensitive?
I got in to my first period, and i forgot to mention something.
So, there is this boy in all of my classes that I have the biggest crush on. He is just the cutest thing! His name is Joey Harris Johnson, and he is a short-ish boy with really fluffy curly hair. He is really skinny and doesn't talk to anybody, so I’ve been trying to talk to him every day. I think he might like me back!
I got in my first period, and I think it may have been my first time wearing the leotard around him, because he was speechless when I walked up to him. I felt like flirting with him too, so I sat on his desk. It was getting a bit intense in my bladder already, so I held both my hands pretty firmly in my lady’s area. I did some small talk with him until the teacher told me to get off the desk. I sat next to him, and pulled my seat quite close. I kept talking with him about anything, all while I kept using my hands, crossing my legs, and shifting about in my seat. to keep my need for the ladies room under tarps.
Eventually, class let out, and I tried my best to stand up straight and walk without breaking stride to dance or cross my legs, and get to my locker, where I had stored my thermos of tea alongside all of my class equipment. I took a few hefty gulps, and made it to my next period. Once again, I sat beside Joey, and spoke with him throughout class. I was unable to stay still for a second in my seat, I had my legs crossed doubly, both my hands firmly between my thighs, and I was hunched over my desk, resting on top of my chest (DD, I'm really proud of them!) the whole class. Joey took notice and asked if I was okay. I did not want him knowing it was purposeful. So I used the common excuse that the girl’s bathroom had been shut down. He said that he had forgotten, and got a bit concerned. It was only two hours into the day, and he knew I had to go very urgently.
He asked me if it was going to be a problem, and I said that it would. He offered to help me in any way that he could, and I accepted, as well as making a move! I said he was a lifesaver, and then I freed up my hands to give him a hug, and a peck on the cheek! Romantic, I know.
Anyways, that period ended, and the next was the free period. Joey helped me down to the cafeteria, keeping me occupied with conversation, and such. We got there, got my lunch (I got mine with a bottle of water that I drank behind his back while he walked with me to our destination.) our destination being the private study room in the library. The front desk there was unattended, so we managed to get both of us in there, usually, we both wouldn't be allowed, as the rooms are completely closed off, which let some students do some nasty things back then. But we got in without a hitch, and he locked the door.
I almost immediately doubled over and started doing a pee-dance, it was beyond my control. He urged me to calm down, straighten up, and act natural. So I did. Standing without doing any of the crossing or dancing was hard enough as it is. My bladder was hurting a lot at that point, so when I stood up straight, it started stabbing me all over my abdomen.
It was at that point that I noticed that I was bloating a lot too, from my bladder being so stretched by its fullness. I didn’t know that it was my bladder at that moment, so when I complained about it aloud, he explained to me what it was. Apparently, he is studying human biology. I explained to him all of my symptoms, and he wrote them all down in a little booklet. A tad odd, but if analyzing me is a form of flirting, he can be my little nerd.
Eventually, after the free hour was up, we broke off to go to our lockers, i went to mine, took a few more swigs of tea, and met up with him at our next class. I was too out of it, focusing on my bladder the whole class. Eventually, the numbness came back. When I mentioned it to him after dealing with it for half the class, he wrote it down, and began to talk with me. He told me that I shouldn't feel that, and that I needed to empty some pee from my bladder.
Over all, he suggested to me that I wet myself a little bit, just enough for the numbness to go away, and that if it came back, to do it again, and keep repeating until I could find a bathroom.
And so, right there in class, I started to pee myself, little by little, until the numbness receded. By the end of it, my leotard gusset area was wet, as well as my thigh-highs, but the most notable part was the slight pool of my pee that had started to gather, cupped up on top of my thighs and crotch. He grabbed a few tissues and balled them up so they could absorb it. He is a very thoughtful gentleman! The rest of the class consisted of me trying hard not to look like I was dying for a restroom.
The periods rotated again, I went to my locker, took another large drink from the thermos of tea, and headed to my final period. It was phys-ed. Luckily, I didn't have to change, because my leotard counted as the school’s athletic clothes. A few of the girls in my class had asked the coach to sit aside, as a large number of the female students by then were suffering from bladder emergencies not unlike mine. Luckily, the coach was lenient, he let them all stand aside. Most of them were doing movements similar to mine up against the wall. Those that were not were absolute messes. They were dancing and bouncing like mad. Something I would do, had I not been seen by dozens of people.
By the end, there were two girls left that would still participate. Me, and a fellow acrobat, Jamie. I am jealous of her in so many ways. I consider myself good looking, cute, pretty, attractive, hot, hell, I’ll say it. I am one sexy number. Jamie is twice what I could be. She was a supermodel with gorgeously long hair, six foot three, perfect face, and a mystery surrounding her eyes, since nobody had ever seen them.
The rest of our teams consisted of boys. My team had good members, football and baseball players like Josh, Rudy, Jamie’s boyfriend Samuel, and Eric. Joey was piled in with a bunch of the nerds and weaker players, so the balance was totally skewed in our favor. The game in question?
Dodgeball.
Luckily for me, as soon as it started, I got tapped on the shoulder by a stray ball, so I was outed immediately. I sat against the wall with all of the other girls who had stayed aside due to bathroom emergencies. I watched as the rest of the game happened. My team was cocky, and a lot of my teammates got outed. Joey got outed, and came to sit with me, like a gentleman! By the end it was just 2 people. Samuel, and Jamie.
Samuel, despite it being his girlfriend, proceeded to throw the most insane ball I've ever seen. He threw it so strongly, you could hear it whooshing through the air, and the rubbery pang that it made as it hit Jamie was deafening. Jamie keeled over and curled into a ball. Sam got scolded for doing what he did, but he defended himself by saying that she liked it. Kinky.
The period ended eventually, not without some casualties from a couple of female classmates having accidents. I asked Joey if he could watch after me during my acrobatics practice, and he agreed! So I gave him another peck on the cheek, and sent him off to the stage. Meanwhile, I got up, rushed to my locker to drink from my thermos, and then lugged it over to the acrobatics stage, where I kept it backstage. It was still half full, and I needed to finish it by the end of practice at 10PM. So I had to start drinking. Despite me only peeing bits once I got numb, my bloating only got more and more intense. Each time I went up on stage to do moves and be judged, it was harder and harder to do them fluidly. Joey just watched. He just wrote his notes.
I was too busy trying not to have an accident the whole time to pay attention and recall any specifics, but I made it. I made it to the end, and I was in PAIN.
After the gymnastics, when everyone had left, I spoke to Joey, and gave him a hug, which he returned! I also gave him my phone number, which I'm hoping for a call back.
Once I got home, I got right to you, Diary. I've been pee dancing the whole time, trying not to have an accident while writing this, so I apologize if my handwriting is sloppy. I think I will wait until I go to bed to wet myself. I also have to get the thermos and everything ready for a repeat tomorrow, except I have work. Oh boy. Goodnight, Diary, I have to get to brewing tea now! |
ALL MISTAKES IN THIS CHAPTER ARE PURPOSEFUL! It is meant to look like some guy wrote it in his free time between the events happening, after all. Don't think i didn't include the fine details, though!
4/13/88
I documented todays events because they were quite notable.
8:00AM: I’m in class, and Stevie walks in. Today she walked in wearing the school gymnast uniform (leotard that shows off a lot of the side skin, and stops at the top of her breast. Shoulder length gloves, almost butt high socks, all black.) it’s super thin so wherever it stretches, you can really see through. I think they knew this, because the gusset and the breast caps are thicker than the rest of the leotard. I could see right through her socks and most of her leotard, so it was hard not to seem aroused, I guess the “one size fits all” aspect went a bit wrong. She sat on my desk and started talking to me. She was shifting around and had her legs crossed. I think she might need to pee.
10:30AM: Second period is halfway done, yeah, she definitely has to pee. Her legs are crossed and she cannot sit still.
Nevermind she just admitted that she has to go, I asked her if she was okay and apparently it’s an emergency. That’s very, very hot. I’m going to bring her to the private study rooms so she can dance and squirm freely. It’s gonna be really sexy.
She kissed me too. I think she might like me, but I don’t know if I reciprocate.
11:05AM: She feels comfortable enough around me, she is doing a really frantic pee dance. It’s very sexy, I am gonna see if I can get her to stand still and straight, so I can see her bladder bulging. I’ll take note of it, then I’ll let her dance some more.
Very large. I’m hoping it can get bigger.
11:55: very frantically pee dancing. Very hot, periods almost over. Not much else to say.
12:20: numbness from overholding. Gonna try and let her leak some out to relieve pressure.
3:10. I couldn’t write much during the last 2 periods, but she invited me to watch her at acro practice, excellent opportunity to see her work herself with such a full bladder.
6:10: it has come to my attention over the past three hours that most of these girls are also frantically desperate. Most of them have bulges of various sizes, go up, barely talk, stiffly do their routines, and either dash, pee dance, or very, very slowly waddle off stage. A few of them are also coming up with wet leotards and thigh high socks. Gloves too, probably a result of accidents? I know accidents are extremely common among girls throughout the school day this year, so their inability to change out of their soaked clothes usually leads to me seeing some very cute, albeit embarrassed girls.
7:30: a girl finally had an accident on stage. She is pretty short and was built well, but very skinny in the arms and a very, very thin waist. Her hips were wide though,meaning her thighs were thick, and soft looking. She had a huge rack too. Very cute in my opinion, her makeup was cute too. She slowly shuffled on to stage, dancing and whimpering the whole time. The judges just sat there silently. A girl on the verge of wetting herself as she performed was a hundred times a day occurrence. She just stood there, pee dancing for ten minutes.When she burst, the flood was so great that it had started spilling off the stage. This was despite the performance area being all the way in the middle. She still had to do her routine though. it was fluid enough, as she wasn’t desperate any more, but her performance had an air of defeat and utter sadness around it, exemplified by her moves. The judges thought it was pretty good, and liked the defeated nature, saying that she would be a “good fit for a more somber and depressive routine” I guess this was a letter of acceptance, because all of her shame and grief was immediately gone from her face. So cute. Might talk to her about this event.
9:00: after Jamie’s performance, she seemed to get resounding applause as always. I noticed that her movements were extremely fluid, and her dancing was lively and fun. This was all despite what I think may have been a massive, bowling ball bladder that she had sticking out of her belly.
9:30: Stevie performed. She didn’t just have a bowling ball bladder, her bladder looked like it was holding back an insane flood. I think she may have let out spurts sometimes, as her gusset and the tops of her thigh highs remained shiny and richly wet looking the entire time she was on stage. I know she has competition with Jamie, so she tried her hardest to do better than her despite her obviously debilitating state. Somehow, she got slightly better ratings in her performance compared to Jamie’s.
10:00: is when the performances ended. They called down the janitors to clean the stage, who took some time to get there. A few guys from the other clubs came by to pack all of the equipment up, and once that was done, they let all of the acrobats out. Most of them were already soaked, they hurried out as to not be seen. Stevie came out, small talked me, gave me her number, and left in quite the hurry, most likely her bladder.
10:05: I was gonna start walking home, until I saw a group of 5 acrobats leave the backstage. All of them were mostly dry, but while they left, they were all doing some sort of frantic squirming, and I heard a few complaining about their need to use the restroom. They stood up straight and started to wait in when they saw I was the last person in the theatre, probably because standing straight and walking would be far too much for their bladders to handle. I kept looking in my notebook, pretending not to notice them. They kept standing in place, I could feel them all looking at me, hoping that I would leave so they could move. Their conversation started to hush down, then I saw them start moving out of the corner of my eye, they were trying to leave. I knew I couldn't keep them in the theatre forever just by sitting, so I walked up to them, recognizing a few of them from classes.
Jasmine is a tall, slightly skinny, but still curved African American woman with lighter skin. She is definitely attractive. She was wearing a pair of 7 inch high heeled pumps, which I could clearly see she was struggling vigorously to stand in to begin with, I could only imagine how bad it was while her bladder was the way it was.
Another girl I knew there is Anna. We have been friends for a long time. She is tall too, but not quite as tall as Jasmine, she was skinny, not that she wasn’t in shape, just the thinnest of the bunch. She seemed to be doing better than the rest, she wasn’t dancing as much when she was, and she acted perfectly natural when prompted, kept a straight face, too. I had, however, noticed that she was incredibly bloated from her bladder. Her chest was sized alright, which should bring about some shock when I say that her bladder bloating had stuck out notably farther than her breasts. It was. She seemed to be wearing the same shoes as Jasmine. I know she is a sort of goth, I don’t know what kind. She doesn’t do the crazy hair, she is ghostly pale and has knee-length slightly wavy ginger hair. She likes dressing in ways that blatantly violate the dress code. She wears lacy corsets, fishnets, thigh high lacy stockings, garters, leather gloves, lots of high heels and combat boots,short frilly dresses and skirts, all that jazz. Tonight she was in her acrobatics outfit, but still had black lip gloss and very thick cateye liner. I know she was a social person and quite self conscious, so I guessed she would do anything to maintain the look that she didn’t need to go. (Post Script: I was right)
Another girl was Daniela, she was perfectly average.
The other two I didn’t recognize, but one of them was that really skinny girl with the huge thighs from up on stage, I guess she had to pee again? The other one was an average height girl with a good face and sexy makeup, she looked like she had the worst visible case of an emergency out of all of them. She couldn’t keep still even while she had to act natural around me.
I spoke with them for a while. They seemed eager for conversation, but I could tell it was only so they didn’t look suspicious. A lot of them had strain and stress in their voices, especially Anna and the unnamed emergency girl. Notably, I can tell that Anna had been faking her aggressive, “dominating” tone and voice this whole time. It was wavering, and I could hear a bit of her natural voice, which was whispery, soft, and high.
1:00 AM: I couldn’t note anything down, and I’m tired, so I’ll make this quick.
At 10:30, Daniela wet herself in the school hallway walking with us. We walked to the student parking lot to leave and start walking home, and unnamed thighs girl and her friend both wet themselves while walking with us.
I offered to walk home with Jasmine & Anna. They both agreed, and we set off towards Jasmine's house.
(Anna and I have lived in the same neighborhood, just three houses between us. I’ve been to her house a bunch, and she has been to mine as well)
We didn’t know that Jasmine’s house, however, was on the neighborhood on the opposite side of the school from the houses of Anna and I. We had to go around the whole school just to get to Jasmine’s. Anna went without hesitation, since she wanted to seem like she didn’t need to pee. I noticed that on top of the fact that she was very slow, barely able to walk in her heels, she started to let her hands wander closer to her parts. I noticed that the gusset of her leotard was distinctly shiny. Obviously wet.
Jasmine kept going, her ability to walk in her pump heels quickly diminished, I noticed her leaving the occasional drop on the ground, it became more frequent exponentially. Until her heel fell in to a crack in the street. Her ankle rolled and she almost fell. As soon as she regained balance, she immediately began to gush like a fire hydrant. It wasn’t like she was peeing, it was like her entire bladder just came out all at once. It dumped into a single puddle, which did not run anywhere, since the crack she stepped in was in a slight dip in the road. She was frantically dancing and trying her hardest to stop it the whole time. Since she was using her hands, her gloves had become absolutely drenched. She didn’t seem that phased by it though. She just stood in her puddle, looked at it for a bit, shrugged, and continued leading us to her house.
When we arrived, she dipped behind her door, and we didn’t get a proper goodbye. It was just me and Anna now. She looked very anxious, like she had something to say. |
A/N: A commission in which everyone in the Byleth's Black Eagles class wet themselves during a lockdown.
The reason for the lock down is still overall unknown, but the fact of the matter is, this academy takes such things very seriously, with magic barriers put in place to protect students and keep them from leaving their classrooms. This is a good thing, Byleth knows, but it could not have come at a worse time, and she can’t guarantee that, if the barrier were not in place, she would not have tried to sneak out in the middle of this lock down.
“And leave your students behind? If there weren’t a barrier, you would have to protect them,” Sothis reminds her, which is true, but she can at least dream.
“Still,” Sothis goes on to say, “I really can’t blame you for that. I wish we had had better timing on all this, seriously.” Complaining about it is not going to solve the problem for either of them, and Byleth really wishes that the girl who seems to exist only for her would cut it out, and let her take her mind off of it. It is not as if Sothis really has to go, only reacting to what Byleth feels, but speaking excessively about it only makes it worse for Byleth.
Normally, she is very careful about this sort of thing. Normally, she does not allow herself to get this desperate at all, because she takes whatever chance that she has to go to the bathroom. With her old line of work, she knew that it was always prudent to go whenever a chance was presented, because she never knew when she would not have a chance again. Today has just been a very busy day for her, and that made things difficult for her. Before she knew it, she was due in her class, and has spent this entire lecture trying to ignore the growing pressure in her bladder.
Now, however, she is not able to go relieve herself like she thought she would be able to, and and that really isn’t great, because her need has only gotten worse. She just needs to keep calm like she always does, and make sure that she looks after her students. Of course, her natural calm has started to fade more and more, the more time she spends with said students, so she has to try and keep herself steady while she ignores the throb of her bladder.
“I’m sure this will be dealt with swiftly,” she says, glad that her voice at least sounds as steady as it ever does. “Until then, we’ll just stay right where we are, and wait for further instruction.”
“Would it not be preferable for us to lend a hand?” Ferdinand speaks up. “Whatever the threat may be, I am sure we could assist, as could the other classes.”
“Unfortunately, that isn’t an option. I’m sure they don’t want to send their students out into whatever conflict may be out there. For all we know, it isn’t even a visible threat, or perhaps they just need to investigate and make sure things are safe,” she says, recalling the reasons for lock downs that were given to her when she first accepted this position.
“Still, I think I could-”
“You’re welcome to try your hand at bringing down that barrier, but I doubt you’ll be successful,” Hubert speaks up, interrupting the other boy. “Still, I admit it’s frustrating, not knowing what’s going or how we might have been able to assist. But as long as I’m able to confirm Lady Edelgard’s safety, then I’ll gladly stay put.”
“I’ll be just fine,” the aforementioned Edelgard speaks up. “I’m a little surprised that security seems to be this flimsy, though. Whatever may be going on, the fact that it has gotten to the point that they have to protect us like this can’t be a good sign.”
“Maybe it’s just a false alarm?” Bernadetta tries, in a quiet voice. She cowers at her desk, looking as if she is considering diving under it.
“I am sure they have it under control,” Flayn says, in an attempt to soothe her.
“Well, it’s true that they’d have security measures in place so that they could handle anything. Still, just being stuck here, not knowing anything…” Dorothea trails off.
“It’s a complete waste of time. I had so much I needed to do after class,” Lysithea finishes for her, scowling.
“I don’t really mind one way or another,” Linhardt replies, shrugging. “I can nap here just as well as I can anywhere.”
“I’m with Ferdinand on letting us out of here!” Caspar speaks up. “If they let us try and handle it, we could take them down in no time!”
“But who is them?” Petra asks. “They have not been telling us much of anything.”
“Alright, how about we all settle down?” Byleth tries, wanting to get control over them before they get too rowdy. They have a tendency to get carried away if she lets them, and right now she needs to pay close attention to everything that could potentially happen. That, and she is still rather concerned about her need to pee, and it is already bad enough having to deal with Sothis.
What she does not realize is that her students are restless not just because of the uncertainty of the lock down, but because they were all feeling that same need, to different degrees. Each of them had been looking forward to getting out of class so that they could relieve themselves, just the same as her. Now that they are stuck here for an unknown amount of time, it becomes a lot harder to simply say that everything is going to be fine. Each of them has their own problem to worry about now, so each of them will do anything to take their minds off of it.
Once the room descends into silence, it is that much harder to forget the need that is growing for each of them, each minute of silence feeling like an hour. For some, it is a lot harder to deal with than others, and some were already waiting pretty desperately for the end of class, only to end up in this situation, where they have no idea when it is going to end, or if they can make it for long.
For instance, Caspar was nearly late and did not stop to go to the bathroom beforehand, just hoping that he would be able to hold it throughout class, but more than willing to beg Byleth for a break if it came to that. Now, however, he knows he can’t beg her for anything, and he is stuck in the classroom for an entirely different reason, stuck here with no way to relieve himself, as the pressure grows so great that he can’t sit still.
Lysithea is not doing much better than him, not that she would ever admit to that. The tea she had just before class has hit her hard, and made it difficult for her to focus when she needed to. The last thing she wants is for that to become something that she can’t handle, all so that people will have another excuse to treat her like a little kid, but from where she is sitting, it does not look like she is going to have much choice one way or another. It is all going to come down to luck and endurance, and she has to pray that she has enough of both.
Class had been nearly over, and Dorothea had just caught herself thinking about how she needed to go before she did anything else when the lock down began. Now, she tries to keep her cool despite the pressure in her bladder, one that she did not notice before, but one that she is definitely aware of now, more so because she does not know when she is going to be able to ease that up, and does not know what she is going to do if things get so much worse that there is nothing she can do about it. She just does what she can to not think about it, not that she can keep that bit up forever.
Linhardt had been woken up from one of his little class naps by a nagging in his bladder, and had not been able to fall back asleep as a result. Now, he wants to try and nap until all of this is over, but he is not sure if he is actually going to be able to pull that off, or if he wants to chance it. After all, his need to pee is getting pretty bad, and he does not want to risk what might happen if he sleeps too soundly. The best thing he can do right now is try and remain awake, and hope that this is over as quickly as possible, so he can empty his bladder and head for bed, to sleep off all of this stress.
Bernadetta bites her lip and looks down at her desk, wishing she were anywhere but here today. She really wishes that she had just skipped class today, but she is not sure if that would have actually been better. At least in here, she knows she is protected, along with everyone else, and if a lock down had occurred when she was in her room, she would have still had to stay right there. She might have gone to relieve herself sooner, when she felt the urge come on, but there is no way to know for sure, no way to know what could have been. After all, she had no idea that she was going to suddenly feel like she had to pee at the worst possible moment. Maybe she would not have even realized she needed to pee sooner, had she stayed in her room.
Ferdinand does what he can to keep his composure, and tries not to let it show that it stings that the professor did not agree that they should go and fight. He is sure that he would be able to contribute quite a bit…or at least, he would be at full strength, which he is not sure that he is right now. Whether on the battlefield or in class, he does what he can to ignore his needs when they are an inconvenience, but he can’t change the fact that he does really need to go now, and it is only getting worse now that he knows that he will not be able to go any time soon.
Flayn is another case of having been desperate for quite a while now, and she shifts in her seat, wondering just how long she will be able to keep this up before someone catches on. After being so happy to be allowed to attend classes, she would rather not have any embarrassing incidents that would make her look bad in front of her new classmates, but what can she do about that? She is stuck right where she is, in an impossible situation, and she knows that it does her no good to sit around, worrying about it and making herself feel even worse about it.
Petra has never been all that good at these situations. Back home, she spent so much time out and exploring, and they were much less concerned about finding somewhere to relieve themselves. She could just go wherever she wanted if she were out hunting or exploring, and there was not nearly as much shame about it. Here, she had to be trained to be ashamed of her bodily functions, and even now, she still struggles to hold it for long periods of time, when she is used to just relieving herself whenever the need hits her. Being stuck in a lock down, having what few choices she does have removed from her, makes her feel rather frantic, urge soon growing as a result.
As for Hubert, he has never been the sort to let his own needs show. Stoic and detached, and entirely dedicated to the young woman that he serves, his own needs are secondary. He can hide jut about anything, and has had to hold it for long periods of time before. A lock down like this should not be any sort of problem for him, when he knows that he would be able to hold it for a long time, but today has been a busy day. At every turn, he has been at Edelgard’s side, and so, he has never seen a proper chance to relieve himself. As a result, he was already very full, nearing the point where he would typically start to worry.
Edelgard herself is not doing much better, but hiding it just as well as he is. Hubert only had a busy day because she did, and that means that she has hidden her need from him the same way that he has hidden his need from her. Sitting in class, prim and composed, all she could think about was how badly she had to pee, and how much she wanted to be able to get out of her. Even though she is still every bit as prim and composed, not wanting to worry her friends or give certain other people any ammunition to use against her, she is worried about how far she has pushed her bladder so far, and if she can really last.
“I didn’t even know this could happen,” Sothis whines, a voice that only Byleth can hear. “You never push yourself like this, so I’ve never felt it, but…it’s unfair! Why should I have to pee just because you do? How does that even make sense?”
Byleth wants so badly to tell her to be quiet, that she is not making it any easier, but she can’t really say anything right now. Still, she is not sure how long she can keep up her stoic appearance when Sothis is distracting her from holding it, and when her bladder is absolutely killing her. It is true that she has never given Sothis the chance to feel it when she got this desperate, but that is because she is not used to feeling like this.
She has her class to worry about and look out for. She really does not need anything else distracting her, let alone her own bladder, or the girl who apparently just lives inside her head right now, whatever that says about her. Pressing her thighs together, she hopes that she can alleviate some of this pressure, but Sothis is already making a much bigger deal about it, squirming and dancing in the corner of Byleth’s vision, acting like a frantic child who is about to lose control at any moment. Byleth knows that she is not actually that bad off, but it does not comfort her in the slightest to see Sothis acting like that.
But what can she do to distract herself? It is not as if she can do any teaching when everyone else is going to be stressed and distracted by the lock down, and honestly, she is getting to the point that she might not be able to focus on her lesson, even if she did try to teach to take her mind off of things. It is entirely possible that the frequent protests from her bladder would be more than enough to throw her off, so it would not serve as a very good distraction at all.
While she is stuck, she begins to notice that she is not at all the only one in this situation. Normally, she would not notice such things from her students, not used to paying attention to that sort of thing, but since she is so attuned to her own needs now, she can see the way some are fidgeting at their desks, some a bit more lively than others, while even those who are able to stay still do not exactly look comfortable in the current situation, and it seems to be a bit more than just nerves about the fact that they are trapped in this unknown situation.
In particular, Flayn seems to be getting more agitated by the moment. Though it is clear that she is trying to hide it, it is also clear that she is struggling to do so, that she is struggling a lot more than her other classmates. Finally, after a few tense moments, she raises her hand.
“We’re not in formal class time,” Byleth says, “so you can just speak freely.”
“Um, alright,” Flayn replies. “I was just…I wanted to know if you had any way of knowing when we would be able to…to…” The hand that was in the air is now beneath her desk, not doubt jammed into her lap, doing what she can to keep this under control.
“I’m sorry, but I really don’t know. It could be a few minutes, or we could be here all evening,” Byleth replies. She hopes it is not the latter, but as soon as she says that, she hears groaning, and not from the girl who asked the question. However, Flayn looks as if she might cry, scrunching up more and more, fighting against her obvious need.
It only takes a few more minutes for her to completely lose control, showing that she really had no chance of lasting. Byleth notices that the other students, once they figure out what the source of the trickling noise is, do not look at her, doing what they can to give her the privacy that she needs. Her face is bright red, clearly humiliated, but she does not do or say anything about her obvious accident. The relief is great, and she knows that there was nothing she could do, and therefore no point in dwelling on it or letting herself get too upset about things.
She is far from the only one to lose control, though. Caspar has not been able to stop bouncing his leg for a while now, biting his lip and continuing to look at the door, as if he expects it to swing open and grant him freedom any moment now. Instead, the situation just remains exactly as it is, while the situation in his bladder continues to get worse and worse.
There is no one who would not be able to immediately tell what is wrong just by looking at him. He is visibly anxious and can’t sit still, shaking and bouncing and doing all that he can to just try and make it a little bit more bearable. However, there is only so much that he can do before it all becomes too much for him. The groan that he lets out is enough to bring attention to his problem, before he is fully wetting himself, and trying so hard not to let it get to him.
At least he is not the only one to be wet right now, and he does hope that it makes Flayn feel better in some way, but that is still not exactly the sort of thing he wants to have to deal with. Who knows how long it will be before he is able to clean himself up? And all the while, he just has to sit here in his wet clothes, in the puddle that has formed in his seat, feeling it go cold.
“Things are getting really bad,” Sothis whines, squirming back and forth. “Even the kids are starting to lose it. Who knows how many more of them are going to end up wet? And if I keep having to watch them like that, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold it!”
You’ll be able to hold it as long as I’m able to, Byleth thinks, and Sothis scowls.
“Well, what if you can’t hold it? What are we supposed to do then? Do you really want to look that pathetic in front of your students?” Sothis demands.
Of course she doesn’t want to, but if it comes down to it, it is not as if there is anything she can do about it. Seeing it happen to Flayn and Caspar, she knows that it is entirely possible in a situation like this. Byleth has never had to hold it when she had no idea when she would be able to go, at least not when it was already this bad. She has always been so careful about it, so why is it that now, she can barely stand the wait? And what is she going to do if she really does…?
All she can do is push that thought out of her mind, and focus instead on…well, she doesn’t have anything else to focus on, other than doing what she can to hold it while also trying not to show any signs of her desperation to her students. Though the first two have fallen, they are also not going to be the last, as it becomes clear that this lock down is not going to end any time soon, while the desperation becomes more frantic.
Everyone at least has the good sense not to say anything to the students that have already fallen, each one seeming to understand that that could be them, at any moment. As long as this continues, no one can be sure when they are going to lose it, when they are going to be the next one to soak themselves, to form a puddle under their own desk.
Bernadetta does not have a lot of faith in herself right now, though. She has tried and tried to keep things subtle, but she just can’t hold still anymore, and prays that everyone is not secretly looking at her and mocking her right now. But she is far from the only one getting to that point, as even Linhardt can’t keep pretending to be sleepy, on the verge of dozing off. He is alert right now, squirming in his seat. Lysithea stops herself every time she reaches under her desk to hold herself, but it is never long before that reflex takes hold of her again, and then she just can’t help doing it.
Finally, she has to give up on trying to hide it, but she is at least not alone in that. Dorothea is just holding herself by now, because as long as everyone else is showing signs, she might as well do what she can to keep herself under control. Petra is still keeping as much of her composure as possible, but every now and then, a strained look crosses her face, and then she is shifting again, struggling to go back to being still. Ferdinand fidgets with quick and jerky movements, as if he thinks he can disguise the need just by moving fast enough.
Of the class, Edelgard and Hubert have the best composure, with only Byleth really able to tell that something is troubling either of them. Edelgard has to do what she can to be a good example for her classmates, to not show any weakness in front of them, and of course, if she is not showing any weakness, then there is no way that Hubert can either. His top concern is always going to be her, so he has no time to worry about himself.
That being said, when he first starts to notice that she is not doing well, he is immediately worried for her, wishing there were some way that he could get her out of here without embarrassing her or getting in trouble with the academy for finding a way to break through a magical barrier during a lock down. Of course, there is nothing that he can actually do, so he just finds himself worrying for the both of them, which only makes things more difficult for him to handle.
It is neither of them that ends up losing control next, though. Instead, it is one of their other classmates, the one who had been the most worried about losing it. After fighting for so long, Bernadetta lets out a little whimper as she finally gives into her bursting bladder. She moves her hand just in time to avoid getting it wet, but she can’t hold back the flood that escapes her overtaxed bladder. This might be the longest that she has ever had to hold it, which is saying something.
Her anxiety has left her in a lot of situations where she has had to wait a long time before she felt like she could go, but this time was just too much. The last thing that she wanted to do was lose control in front of her class, but there was nothing that she could do, not when it got that bad. Her desperation had grown beyond anything that she could ever hope to control, and she was, at least, not the first one.
She could also tell that others were desperate as well. It has become obvious that most of, if not all of, her class has to pee, not counting the ones who have already lost control. That makes her feel a little bit better about her situation as she sighs, sagging down in her seat and letting herself relax. It does feel good to finally be able to pee after all this time, that she can at least admit. She knows that it will not feel good for long, once her clothes start to get cold, and her bladder is still sore, and there is still an unknown threat keeping her trapped in the classroom, but still. Bernadetta has been trying to look at the positive side of things whenever she can, even if that is often easier said than done.
There is no one who does not notice her loss of control, but of course, no one says anything about it. No one is going to comment on any of these situations, because those who have wet know better than to bring it up, whereas those who are still holding it want to be extended the same courtesy, should they not be able to make it. A lot of them have accepted that that is more than likely going to happen, and are only holding out on the slight chance that things clear up soon, and they are allowed to leave the classroom to run for a bathroom, or any level of privacy to empty their bladders.
Byleth is not so sure about any of this anymore. She is doing her best, but she knows that her need is getting far beyond what she knows how to handle. Mainly, she knows this because Sothis is still squirming and making a big deal out of everything, whining about her own desperation, as if she thinks this is going to help things out at all.
“Everyone is seriously dropping like flies. We need to bust out of here before everyone else loses it, and before we lose it,” she complains eventually, and Byleth does not even bother dignifying that with a response. Sothis knows as well as she does that there is no busting out of this. Even if she knew some way to get past the defenses, she would be in a world of trouble if she endangered any of her students just for a bathroom break.
With that out of the question, though, there is nothing that Sothis can do other than hold herself and dance about, making a complete nuisance of herself. She only goes quiet when she notices a surge in desperation in one of the students, paying attention to that the same way that Byleth does, both knowing that this is only going to make things worse.
The next one to fall is the proud Lysithea. She knows when she is going down long before it actually starts, but she remains stubborn until the end, fighting it with all that she has. It hurts so badly to keep trying to hold it in, and yet she would rather keep hurting than make herself look bad in front of her classmates. She holds herself and rubs her thighs together, and can feel her hand getting damp each time that she leaks, but she still tries to pretend that this is not the end for her, that she is not about to fully wet herself, and make a complete fool of herself.
Somehow, the fact that she is not the first, and likely will not be the last, to wet herself does not serve as much of a comfort for her. It still makes her feel like she is going to feel foolish, and that is still not enough to stop it from happening. She bites her lip hard as she feels a leak that turns out to be more than just a leak, and then it is finally over.
Her denial did not count for much of anything, and now she has completely lost it. She does not look up from her desk the entire time that she wets herself, not wanting to see if anyone is staring at her, not wanting to know if any of them are cruel enough to make fun of her. Of course, they are all just as sympathetic to her situation as they have been to one another’s, but she does not look up to see that either.
She just waits it out, until she is completely empty, and then, she still does not look up.
“That’s, what? Four of your students?” Sothis asks, counting on her fingers. “Flayn, Caspar, Bernadetta, and now Lysithea. And it doesn’t look like Linhardt is doing too good either. I mean, he’s definitely trying to act like he’s fine, but he would be dead asleep by now if he weren’t in a rough spot.”
Byleth tries to ignore her recap and running commentary, but she has noticed the same thing. He looks like he is struggling, continuously glancing around the room, face flushed like he is strained. She finds that she can’t look away, even though watching his struggle only makes it harder for her. At this point, she wants to see how it ends for him, wondering if it will be some dramatic reaction, or what might happen.
In the end, though, there is hardly any sign that it happens. One moment, he is strained and visibly stressed, and the next, he is sighing softly, eyes drifting closed as he relaxes. There is a slight delay, and then the sound of liquid splattering onto the floor, proving that he really did just lose control of his bladder. Byleth can’t help rubbing her thighs together, unable to hide her discomfort at the sight, even though she did not look away even once.
“Your students are going to be able to figure out that you have to pee now!” Sothis scolds her.
Well, they were probably able to figure that out a while ago. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I’m going to have to do what I can to keep it under control, Byleth retorts. It’s mildly hypocritical for Sothis to scold her on that when she has not been able to hold still this whole time, making such a big deal out of her own desperation. Byleth should be allowed a little bit of relief, in whatever form it may take.
So she lets herself be a little tense as she rubs her thighs together, and lets herself sway a bit from side to side, because she is willing to do whatever it takes to make this better. Besides, it is not really about worrying about how she looks in front of her students right now. With all of them desperate due to this situation, she doubts they are going to think less of her for struggling as well, and in fact thinks that it might make things a little bit better for some. If they know that even their teacher is having a hard time, they will not feel as bad about the fact that they did not make it, or might not make it.
Most of her students do not even notice the fact that she is struggling a bit more openly now. They are becoming rapidly more concerned with their own growing problems, at least those who are still trying to fight against their bladders. Things are getting past critical for too many of them, and there is still no sign of this ending any time soon. It will not be long until the next student falters, and the tension in the air is palpable.
It is Dorothea who is not able to hold it any longer, though she fights just the same as anyone else. After giving up on hiding her need, it has definitely become a bit easier to cope with, but she still has her limits. Once she has reached those limits, there is nothing for it but to give into them, and once she knows that it has gotten too hard, once she knows that she is absolutely on the verge of wetting herself either way, she sees no point in forcing herself to keep holding out, to prolong her pain anymore than what is necessary.
After all, several of her other classmates have already done it. At this point, Dorothea does not feel like there is any shame in it, and so, she lets go, sighing softly as she begins to pee at her desk. It definitely feels off, doing it here in the classroom, with her clothes still on and the others around her, but she soon gets used to it, as the relief becomes so great that she does not really care about anything else.
Her bladder had been so full, and it feels amazing to be able to let it all out. There is such a large amount of urine surging out of her, splashing onto the ground, and though she knows this is hardly the time to get excited by something like that, she can’t help feeling a little dirty, doing something like this in the open. Even if her circumstances pushed her to this point, that does not change the fact that it feels so daring to be able to do something like that, and she supposes that is what really gets her going about all of this. Definitely not something that she ever imagined herself getting this worked up over, but she can’t say that she minds the feeling, either.
No, she does not mind this feeling at all. Sighing happily, she finishes off her stream, not letting anything about the situation get her down. It would have been a lot easier to just succumb to humiliation, but she finds it better to be content about the situation, to really let herself enjoy the fact that she can just relax now. Another student has fallen, and though there are still a few left standing, it is not likely that anyone is going to be able to make it to the end, even if it they do not have that much longer to wait.
Neither Edelgard nor Hubert are easily able to hide their need anymore, just the same as their teacher. When the most withdrawn and stoic members of the class are this far gone, that is a sign that things are getting really bad. And no matter how much each of them wants to be able to keep lasting like this, no matter how badly they want to set a good example or maintain their dignity, or simply not have to deal with wetting themselves, when it comes down to it, there is nothing they can do to change any of this.
As Byleth surveys her desperate students, and does what she can to ignore what a pain Sothis is being right now, she wonders if she can outlast all of them, or if she might end up being the next one to fall. She does not want to believe that her need is that bad, but she can’t keep denying the pangs in her bladder, or the way she feels like she could leak at any second. This is the worst that she has ever had to pee in all her life, and she is really pushing things right to the limit now.
However, once again, she is not the next one to lose control. There is someone else doing a lot worse, someone who has been pushed to the very edge just from listening to the force of Dorothea’s stream as it splashed on the floor. Ferdinand is sitting close to her, and the sound of it is like torture for his bursting bladder. No matter how badly he may want to maintain his composure and dignity, he has moved far past that point, the torment of it all far too much for him, making him squirm and whimper, trying and failing to choke back those noises far too many times. It hurts, and he can’t keep it in forever.
Unlike Dorothea, though, he does not see the benefit in giving up on the pain so that he can have the bliss of an empty bladder. Instead, he thinks it is necessary to just keep fighting, no matter how bad it gets, even though his bladder is cramping so much right now that it is making him feel almost sink as a result. His toes curl in his boots and one of his hands is clenched into a tight fist at his side. The other is in his lap, as he tightly grips himself, doing whatever he can to fight the leaks that keep trying to slip out. His pants may already be a little bit damp, but he is fighting with all that he has to ensure that is all that happens.
Unfortunately, he is fighting in vain, his limits much closer that he would want to believe. It hurts, and he struggles with all his might, but then it is too late. To the end, he still tries to fight it, trying to stop his stream from turning into anything more, but it just keeps leaking past, until it is far too strong for anyone to stop. Even then, Ferdinand does not give up, face red with the strain of trying to stop it, all the way up until his aching bladder is completely empty.
Finally, he is able to let himself relax, to let his shoulders sag in his defeat. This is the last thing that he wanted to happen, but he was powerless to stop it from happening. He was completely helpless in the moment, his need too great, but he also tries not to let his shame get him down. Despite everything, Ferdinand can at least try and be optimistic in the face of defeat. Perhaps this is because he is rather simple-minded, but anything to keep himself from getting too down about it.
It feels good to be empty, at least.
Things are getting dire for those who are still left to deal with this, and no one left dry will be left that way for long. Somehow, knowing that even Ferdinand gave in feels like another bad sign, though it also makes a certain student feel a bit better about the fact that he is not going to be able to lord this over her, claiming that he bested her at anything. However, that is only a small comfort, and only for her.
Petra is shaking in her seat, wishing so much that things were different here. Had this happened to her back home, she doubts anyone would have had any qualms about just getting their clothes out of the way to go, trusting the others to offer privacy, if they even cared that much about it. The fact that her classmates care so much about trying to hold it that they end up ruining their uniforms in the process makes no sense to her, and yet, if that is what is done here, then she knows that she is supposed to do it as well.
If only it were that easy, though. She does not want to wet herself, but she does not want to look strange by pulling her skirt up and letting go. It seems like the former is her only option, if the latter is completely out, and if she knows that she is not going to be able to hold it for much longer. Her bladder can only take so much, and she is absolutely nearing her limit.
Finally, she realizes that, as long as she has to wet herself either way, that means that she does not have to wait until it happens naturally. After all, no one is going to know, one way or another, how it is that she loses control. With that in mind, she just lets go, finding it a lot easier than she would have expected. It would feel a bit more natural if her clothes were out of the way, but other than that, she does not really have any problem with peeing in the classroom, in favor of letting this drag on for too long.
And it feels so good to let it all out that she wonders why she bothered waiting so long in the first place. When Flayn first wet herself, Petra should have just given in then, rather than waiting for this long. At least she can say that she has done it now, and at least she can finally relax. There is no telling how long they will be stuck like this, but the wait is going to be a lot more bearable now.
“Pretty much your whole class has wet themselves!” Sothis cries, as if Byleth is not able to clearly see all of that, and as if that information helps at all. It is down to the last of them, and though there is still no sign of when things are going to end, things just aren’t looking promising.
The more things drag on, the harder it is for any of them to keep holding on. Edelgard is struggling to keep her composure at all, knowing that there will be no way for her to maintain her dignity, no matter how things play out. No matter what, she can’t sit still at all, but she is also starting to think that she really isn’t going to make it until the end, especially when she has no idea what end there is for her. She is in so much pain from holding it, and so tired of forcing herself to keep holding on. There is no part of her that wants to admit defeat and choose to wet herself, but in a situation like this, she really is not in much of a position to do anything else.
Still, she tries to keep holding it, even when she is left showing just how bad it is for her, how close she is to completely losing it and wetting herself. Edelgard is trying as hard as she can, but no matter what she does, it is just not enough to save her from this fate. When she first starts to feel leaks, she knows that she is going to lose control, and still she tries to fight it, until she absolutely can’t anymore.
She would almost be able to hide the moment that she loses it, if not for the fact that she is sitting right towards the front of the room, where the others can notice the way she suddenly relaxes, especially with so many of them taking in interest in seeing how long she is able to last. Besides, there is Hubert right next to her, paying attention to her every move, so there is no hiding it from him. Edelgard wishes that she could worry more about her image right now, but is surprised that, in the moment, the relief is so great that she does not care about much of anything else.
Just to be able to get it all out is a good enough feeling, her red tights quickly soaked through and heavy with her pee. Next to her, Hubert decides to give up now without even letting it come to that point for himself. He knows he is on the verge of losing control either way, but knowing that Edelgard has wet herself, and knowing that there is little he can do to comfort her, it only makes sense to let go and start pissing as well. He is the last student left, but he gives in without a second thought, all so that Edelgard does not feel alone in this.
“That’s everyone, and we’re not far behind,” Sothis whines, grinding her thighs together around the hand between her legs. Byleth only wishes that she could pose quite so shamelessly.
Instead, she is left with her fists tightly clenched at her sides while she shifts back and forth, her discomfort obvious, despite the fact that she is trying not to show off how bad it is. For her, the only thing she can do is try and look as calm as possible, and only show the most necessary signs of desperation. Even up to the point that she wets herself, she wants to keep trying to act as calm as possible, because that is all she knows, the only thing that she is used to. While it is true that being here has caused her to become a lot more expressive, it is still impulse to try and hide her feelings.
“It’s gonna come out, it’s gonna come out!” Sothis cries out, just as Byleth can feel a leak slipping past. In moments like this, the young woman who prefers to act with an air of maturity starts to act a bit more like the age her appearance suggests. Byleth would be interested in that revelation, if not for the fact that she can only focus on her own problems, and that Sothis does not make focusing on that any easier for her. She knows exactly what is happening right now, but she is powerless to stop it, and Sothis has never helped with her attempts to hold back, because Sothis has no control over what happens.
Even if it feels hat way to her, Sothis is not really the one wetting herself. Byleth is the one who actually loses control, the one that everyone can see start peeing, whereas Sothis seems to exist only in her mind, and the mess that she “makes” will not really exist, and will likely be gone as soon as Byleth has had the chance to clean herself up.
Byleth stands in front of her class, just as she has all day, and she gives into her overfull bladder, completely lost to the relief. It was just impossible to focus on holding it with Sothis repeatedly distracting her, and even if she did have focus, Byleth is not entirely sure that she would have lasted much longer than this. It was too much for her, way more than she is used to dealing with, and right now, she is just happy to be able to be empty.
Her class pretends not to stare, but she is sure that they have a hard time looking away from their professor peeing herself. At the very least, she can say that she outlasted all of her students, and that they probably feel even better knowing that even their teacher can’t hold it.
By the end, she and Sothis are both left sopping wet, with the girl finally falling silent, not much to say now that the worst has happened. Byleth is honestly glad for that, and glad that she can finally think clearly again, without her bladder or the interruptions from Sothis to get in the way. Now, it is just a matter of waiting out this lock down.
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Extended time with Ganyu is always a rare treat, and one that Aether is never going to waste. Today is special because she has time to spend with him before she has more work to do, and he is determined to enjoy it to the best of his ability, no matter what. With such limited time together, it feels like any sort of break would be wasting it, when he could always wait until after she has gone to work.
That is why he is trying to ignore just how badly he has to pee right now, even though it is getting so bad he can hardly think of anything else.
After all, he does not have to wait that much longer, just until she has to leave. He is sure that he can manage that, and has been sure since he first felt the urge coming on. It would just be nice if it would stop getting worse by the moment, if he could focus more on her than on the pangs he feels coming from his bladder. It aches so much that he is not sure how it got this bad.
But he can keep holding it, he is sure of that. It’s not like he’s some little kid who can’t control himself, and it really is so rare that he and Ganyu get to have this much time together. He loves her and wants to spend every spare second with her, so if she is sparing her time for him, then he can’t waste it by running off to the bathroom. Not when they do not have that much longer together, not when he will have plenty of time later.
He is growing more and more uncomfortable, not paying attention to her like he knows he should. Of course, he can’t help feeling guilty about that, wishing that he had better control over himself, that he did not have to focus so hard to not risk losing control. The fact that it is so bad, that he feels like he could lose control at all, should be a sign that he needs to go right now, and that he needs to stop trying to maximize their time together in such a foolish way, when he knows that there is no way it would waste that much of it.
But he can’t bring himself to do it, even if he can’t ignore the pressure in his bladder at all. Time and again, she looks over at him with concern written all over her face, as ifs he can tell that something is wrong with him, but she never asks, so he never tells her. Not that he would be able to; he would just brush it off, because he would be way too embarrassed to try and express to her why he is forcing himself to hold it, no matter how bad it gets.
And it is getting bad, so much so that he is not sure what to do. She should have to leave soon, but is it soon enough? Is he actually going to be able to make it? The stress is getting so bad that he has to do something. It’s not like the bathroom is that far when they’re in his room like this, so if he just hurries, then he can come right back. Anything would be better than…
“Just a minute,” he says, his voice strained as he stands up. Immediately, a powerful wave of desperation hits him, and he has to squeeze his thighs together, whimpering a bit. Ganyu looks up at him, concern in her face again, but he can’t explain himself to her. In fact, he can’t do anything at this point, because he is already at his limit. Just a little bit too late, he is already at his limit.
Neither of them say anything as he pisses himself in front of her, just like a child who can’t control himself. Aether can’t think of anything to say in a situation like this, can’t think of anything other than how much he wishes that he could disappear right now. It feels good to finally have it all rushing out of him, but he can’t actually take any time to enjoy that feeling when Ganyu is watching him completely humiliate himself. It is all over, everything completely ruined.
By the time he’s done, there’s a sizable puddle on the floor, and they are both still silent. He finally clears his throat, so that he can say, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t…I didn’t mean to…”
“Aether…what happened?” Ganyu asks in a soft voice. She doesn’t sound angry or judgmental, and certainly not mocking. If anything, she just sounds concerned and sympathetic.
“I just didn’t want to…we don’t get a lot of time to spend together, so I was trying to wait until…sorry.” He hands his head, sighing. “I didn’t want to ruin the time we had, and then I did this. You probably think I’m pretty stupid right now.”
“That’s not true at all!” Ganyu insists. Looking at her, he can see her cheeks are flushed as she speaks. “I understand. I’m sorry I’m always having to rush off, but I promise, nothing is going to ruin the time we do get to spend together.”
He isn’t sure how to feel about her words, not sure if he can believe them yet or not. But Ganyu is not likely to lie to him, even about something like this, so perhaps in time, he will feel better about this. He would definitely feel better if he knew what was going through her mind right now, but Ganyu is much too shy and flustered by her sudden revelation to bring it up to Aether.
But what is going through her mind right now is wondering just how she is expected to focus on her work today when she is going to have that scene running through her mind over and over again, haunting her and making her this unbelievably horny.
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Hey everyone. This is a new story, not a part of BLS.
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‘Welcome back to HGV4: where all news, weather, and local events ‘round reach the ears of the people of Higgsville! Welcome back—before we get into the news, this winter storm needs its own attention, first. That’s right, James, meteorologists say this storm is not one for ‘letting the children out and play’. Stay indoors folks! We all just have to wait it out in the warm comfort of our homes—for those on the road: traffic is at a standstill, visibility is extremely poor, wind gu—‘
“Well, no shit Shirlock, I can’t even move my fuckin’ car to get out of this mess..”
Michael interrupts as he turns the car radio volume down, talking over it.
“Gosh, Michael, why did you think it was a good idea to get shovels from Depo’s now: in the middle of a damn snowstorm?”
“Hey! You agreed with me on this idea of mine—“
“No, I acquiesced, after having argued with you over it to no avail.”
“Well, Kat, there’s no use pointing it out now there, is it?”
“Ugh, Michael, sometimes you just.. have to think—think!”
Kat, pointing her index fingers to the sides of her temples.
“Yeah, yeah.. well, whatever then—“
The snowstorm crashes into Michael’s car—trapped on a heavily-trafficked Route 431—the wind scowling its high-pitched howl as it carries, in the right direction, with it large swathes of snow across against the standstill cars up ahead. Snow falling recklessly: initially falling diagonally to the right, following the wind; until the wind reneges back on itself, crashing its carried snow against the directed snowfall: causing a chaotic confusion of snow flakes to burst through the air, ultimately changing the direction of snowfall to fall diagonally to the left, again following the wind in its new direction.
Visibility non-existent, in a blanket of white dumping profusely its flaky contents onto all manner of things; it might as well be night-time heavy fog, whitened by the scattering of light therein from the bright tungsten-burnt streetlight bulbs.
Michael, trying to come up with a solution to their trapped situation, unthinkingly opens his driver’s side door, letting in a gusty flurry of snowflakes into his car, smashing against his left arm, scurrying around his face and into his girlfriend, Kat’s, face.
“Dammit, Michael, why—why are you opening the door—that shit is hitting me in the face; close—“
Kat pauses as she hastily scrambles across his lap, from her front passenger-side seat, forcefully closing his door.
She looks at him, confounded.
“Michael.. did I not just say to use your brain?”
“I am, we need to get out of this somehow; maybe the folks around us can help—“
“No, Michael, they can’t; they’re just as stuck as we are. We’re just gonna have to wait it out in here.”
Michael, disgruntled, not only at the reality of the situation but also at Kat’s being right, let’s out a hidden discomforted moan and stresses face: seeing the reality of being trapped in his car and having to use the bathroom.
He looks below at his T-shirt tucked into his jeans, his swollen lower abdomen protruding out, his jeans waistband tightly wrapped around it.
Leaving his house in a hurry—thinking he could avoid traffic thereby—he didn’t think twice about his semi-filled bladder, and only about the shovels he thought he so needed urgently.
“Ugh, why did I think leaving was such a great idea—Kat, you should’ve stopped me more better..”
Kat looks at him with the eyes of disbelief, her hands clasped together and fingers intertwined—as though she readying herself for a prayer—for she could not have heard a more dumber comment come out of her boyfriend’s mouth.
An urge to pee came over his body, Michael consequently rubbing both his upper legs—upper thighs to just above his knees—back and forth whilst squeezing them together. He holds back the urge of his full bladder; the waist of his jeans so tightly wrapped around his sensitive lower abdomen placing pressure on his full bladder.
“Ugh, we can’t be stuck in here forever, Kat: I have to use the bathroom.”
“Of course you do. Having drank two cups of hot tea back at home, you didn’t think twice about how you might be—only thinking about those damn shovels.”
“Hey, come on, I get it: it was a dumb move, just drop it already. You were right; I was wrong.”
Another urge to pee surges through Michael’s lower abdomen. He grabs his jeans waistband, pulling it upwards and away from his swollen bladder, relieving thereby the pressure against it.
“Ugh, the pressure of these pants..”
“Michael, you just gotta hold it in—“
“What do you think I’m doing?!”
“—well, hold it in until we get out of this traffic and get home.”
The traffic starts to move up ahead, Michael seeing thus, begins to change gears, but recklessly lets go of his pulled waistband, consequently snapping back harshly against his lower abdomen, forcing urine to leak through his bladder sphincter, and travel down his urethra. Feeling so, he pauses movement of the gearshift—accidentally leaving it in neutral—and swiftly squeezes his sphincter and pelvic muscles, forcing his pee back into his bladder—
“OH FUCK!..”, exclaims Michael.
“What?!, what?!”, Kat responds in alarm, swiftly sitting upright and looking at Michael concerned.
“I almost pissed myself; ugh, dumb.. fuckin’.. waistband!..”
“Oh my g—the car Michael!—the c!—“, Kat shouts as the car slowly drifts backward.
The car starts slipping back as it sits on a slightly sloped inclining road, the snow below removing friction between the tires and road, making slipping ever more an easy reality.
Michael quickly grabs his crotch tightly with his left hand and squeezes his thighs together tightly to quell the surging urge to pee, while he changes the gear into drive.
“The fuck, Michael! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“Ugh, sorry! Sorry!”
The traffic seems to start moving ever-so slowly at first, picks up a bit, only to slow back down again, to a grinding halt. Michael steps the brake a little too hard, jerking Kat and he forward, pushing himself against his bladder. The traffic then resumes, moving slowly ahead, and Michael continues accordingly.
The reckless braking placing pressure on Michael’s bladder causes it to yearn for release, ordering an explosive surging urge across Michael’s body. He, driving and unable to grab his crotch with both hands, lets go of the steering wheel with his left hand and grabs his crotch tightly in a fist to quell the urge to pee, but to no avail. He switches to twiddling the head of his penis with his index and middle fingers over his jeans to subside the urge; meanwhile swinging his right leg back and forth, left to right, left to right, etc. He successfully resists the urge, goosebumps rolling across his body thereafter. His shoulders shivering as the goosebumps travel up his back.
“Michael, just take your mind off of it. Think.. mm.. think about—gosh, I don’t know.. me; think about me..”
Michael’s eyebrows crinkle together, he thinking: ‘think about her, what good would that do?’
“What the hell is there to think about, Kat: how you yell at me all the time, how you never like my ideas, how you never—for once—just entertain the possibilities—hm, this does seem to take my mind off of my bursting bladder!”
“Hey!—hey, I don’ yell, I just.. raise my voice because sometimes you don’ listen to me—no!—what I meant was.. think seductively about me.”
Michael turns his head swiftly to the right, in her direction, as if his eyes need to double-check what his ears just heard now.
“Think what now!.. S-sed-seductively?..”
“Yeah.. well.. you know.. I read somewhere that if you have to pee, you could turn yourself on, and that would distract your mind from your urging bladder.”
“Well, what should I think.. about.. you—“
“What do you mean what should you think—have you never thought about me in some way to get yourself off?!?!”
“Oh!.. Well, yeah, I have.. I-I.. just.. thought maybe.. you had something in mind?..”
“Oh.. well.. how about I do this:”
Kat unzips the front of her jacket, pinning it between her back and the seat. She lifts her dark blue shirt slightly, briefly exposing her lightly tanned lower waist. She places her left hand against her lower waist and slowly slips it into her black leggings, underneath her panties and across her pussy. She puffs her chest forwards, exaggerating her hornyness. She bites the left corner of her bottom lip and naughtily switches her eyes to the left, into Michael’s eyes.
Michael baffled, unable to form words.
His attention strays from the road, and peripherally notices the back of the truck trailer ahead slowly approach the windshield—he slams on his breaks in a fear-induced reflex, but the snow’s lack of friction below the tires causes his car to nevertheless slide forward. The car still approaching the back of the trailer, Michael quickly, but carefully swerves his car into the right roadway curb, coming to a sliding halt therein.
Michael ruins the mood entirely as Kat is screaming for dear life. After coming to a stop, she punches him hard in the arm.
“MICHAEL, YOU ALMOST FUCKIN’ KILL!—“
She pauses mid-exclamation.
She looks below and notices a huge dark-blue wet patch on Michael’s bulging crotch, contrasting the lighter blue of his jeans; it’s circumference extending well past and over his front pockets and a small puddle of piss sloshing between his inner thighs.
“Oh my..”, covering her mouth in disbelief.
“What are you—“, Michael pausing, as the adrenaline subsides and he starts to feel the wetness of his crotch, tight briefs and jeans soaked with piss.
“Oh.. fuck..”, swiftly looking below, shocked that he didn’t feel that he released..
“Oh my.. Michael, you peed yourself—you actually fuckin’ peed yourself..”
Michael is speechless, looking down in disbelief. He feels the urge to pee again and holds it back—
“Oh, fuck, I still have to pee!—quick, Kat, start rubbing yourself again!”
“What, ew, no, why the fuck would I do that now, I—“
“What do you mean: ‘no’, I need to take my mind off of—“
Michael, pausing as he attempts to direct all his attention to quell the tingling urge in his belly, unfastens his jeans button and zipper, exposing his darkened and soaked light-grey briefs and flaccid penis hidden underneath, though clearly visible by the soaked fabric tightly molded around and into the shape of his member.
He squeezes his eyes together, bites on his bottom lips, and clenches both his hands into fists, in order to withhold the surge to pee. But, already having accidentally exploded in his jeans, his weaken bladder sphincter gives in a little and his fabric-molded member glistens at its head, as he uncontrollably leaks into his briefs and jeans.
He unclenches his eyes, opening his mouth slightly to inhale—he lets go of his face as looks at his soaked crotch below, realizing his inability to hold himself; he bites on his right fist, placing his left hand on his swollen belly in discomfort, as he desperately tries to clench his bladder sphincter from leaking any further, succeeding briefly—but the urge quickly overtakes his clenching, and nevertheless leaks despite his best efforts. His eyes quickly dart to Kat, innocently and with the stare of embarrassment, as he quickly realized that he’s urinating himself in front of his girlfriend, who’s watching in awe.
“Ahhh, no.. no!—Kat!.. please!.. look away..”, Michael voice trembling in embarrassment.
But she doesn’t flinch nor move a muscle, continuing to watch Michael release spurts of piss, glistening with every leakage as he fights and struggles to prevent leakage.
Seeing as his resistance was unfruitful and to no avail, he embarrassingly gives up, as the urge to urinate overtakes his patience, and lets go completely, his piss stream accelerating in his tight briefs; it grows from a soft hiss to moderate volume.
His briefs explode with piss, as his stream reaches full force, glistening in a prolonged, clearly audible hiss. The puddle between his thighs growing and flows over the edge of his seat, splashing onto the carpet mat floor below.
Michael looks down at his crotch, his head falling down limp in shame yet relief, as he releases his swollen bladder, his balls engulfed and swimming in the warmth of his piss. His unzipped jeans darkening at his his inner upper thighs; piss flowing horizontally across his thighs and trickling down his calves, resting in his brown snow-boots and soaking his white socks.
He wiggles his feet and toes, sloshing in the puddle of piss inside his shoes.
“Oh.. oh.. ohhhhhhhh.. ohhhhhhhh..”, he lets out sighs of relief, as his warm stream continues.
Kat is confounded and at a total loss for words. In witnessing Michael’s relief, she, for reasons to her hitherto unknown, is slightly turned on by his giving in to desperation; as if she’s stumbled upon a new kink of hers for the first time.
Michael picks his head up and sits back in his seat, while continuing to release his stream. He crosses his arms on top and across his face while emptying the rest of his bladder in his seat.
While Michael sits back in his seat in relief unloading his bladder, Kat, whose pussy tingles uncontrollably at the sight of her boyfriend urinating himself, secretly slips her right hand underneath her leggings and panties, covering her arm with her jacket, and rubs her wet swelling lips. She bites the right corner of her lip, effectively hiding it away from her boyfriend.
She plays with herself secretly, hiding her newly-found new kink away from her boyfriend.
‘There’s no way I can let him know about this.. he’d think me an odd-ball’, she thinks while rubbing herself.
Michael finishes in his seat, but doesn’t move from his position, frozen in the reality of embarrassment: that his girlfriend watched a grown man—like a little child—wet himself; thinking to himself: ‘damn, I have such a weak fuckin’ bladder..’
Kat, lost in her hornyness, doesn’t realize that Michael has finished; she, sitting back with her eyes closed, re-living in her mind Michael’s desperation and urination, making her pussy more wet and she consequently rubs harder against herself.
Her body quivers and shivers, in a subdued manner, since she also is trying to be careful not to get caught masterbating to her soaked boyfriend while she’s swimming in an ecstasy of pleasure.
Michael uncrosses and lowers his arms to his sides, and stoops his head, looking down at the mess he’s made—but in his right-eye periphery notices Kat’s subdued shivering body slipping into exposure: his preview.
Michael looks at her silently, at first in curiosity as to what she’s doing, his eyebrows crinkling together when he notices her crotch and lower waist moving in ever-so-subtle circles:
‘Oh shit..’, he’s realizes in his mind: ‘she’s rubbing one out—have—have I turned her on?’
Michael, knowing full well what she’s doing, just stares at her, getting slightly turned on by his masterbating girlfriend.
He stares at her until she lets out a subdued—what she thinks is totally hidden from her boyfriend—moan, orgasming and cumming into and through her fingers, her panties absorbing it.
She never opens her eyes once to check whether Michael is looking, and thus doesn’t notice him watching her finish.
As she reached the end of her orgasm, tightly squeezing her slim thighs together in satisfaction to what she’s just done, she removes her hand from her pants and opens her eyes—Michael quickly scurrying back to his arms-crossed-against-his-face embarrassed position, as if nothing happened.
She notices his swift movement back to ‘normal’, peripherally, but doesn’t consider that perhaps he was watching her; rather, that he was hiding what he’s done in his seat, moving swiftly and reflexively back so as to hide whatever exposed on his embarrassment.
Michael hides a smile behind his lips, and places the car in drive; on the way back, both say nothing to each other out of awkwardness and shyness.
They both get back home soaked. |
A/N: I wrote this for Peecember because I love Lumine
Lumine is doing her best to make a strong impression on the members of the Resistance, but with each passing moment, she wishes that this were over already. She has to keep smiling and acting tough, keep doing whatever she can to make sure that they know they have nothing to worry about when it comes to having her join their ranks, all while her bladder continues to protest more with each step that she takes.
She was already starting to feel the need when she first came to Teppei’s rescue, and since then, it has only gotten worse. Teppei himself seems completely oblivious to her discomfort as he shows her around, and even has her aid in training demonstrations for some of the other soldiers. Paimon has since gotten distracted by something or other, which would have been Lumine’s only chance at making her excuses and slipping away. If her companion had been able to tell she was struggling, she would have been able to come up with some reason to get some privacy in no time at all, but she is not here to help, and Lumine is completely on her own.
Task after task, she just follows after Teppei, and prays that her bladder can hold out a little while longer. Truth be told, if there is one thing that she has learned about herself on her journey, it is that she needs frequent stops to make sure that she does not find herself losing control at the worst moments. Lumine is not sure why she has such a weak bladder, but in situations like this, it is seriously put to the test. She is so full that it hurts, absolutely bursting, and every step jostles her further.
“Having you around is already boosting morale so much, and we’ve only just met,” Teppei praises her, a bright smile on his face.
If only he weren’t so damn cute. Things might be easier for her if she were not immediately smitten with him, from the moment he first thanked her for saving him. But he is and she was, and now, she feels a little embarrassed about being honest about what the problem is. She wants to tell him that she needs a bathroom break, but she can’t be direct, and can’t come up with a proper excuse, especially not when he keeps talking to her, going on and on about everything she needs to know, as well as personal stories that she would find endearing if she were not about to burst.
When she finds herself helping him repair a damaged barricade, she knows she is at her limit. It hurts so much she can’t think straight, and she keeps looking around, trying to find anywhere that she might be able to slip off to, ready to take any chance that she has to get away from him without him noticing her. She has to pee so badly, and she keeps her thighs pressed tightly together, just to try and ensure that she does not end up leaking at all, afraid that she might be at risk of that.
“Is everything alright?” Teppei asks, snapping her out of her thoughts. Lumine has no idea what to say to him, but before she can try and come up with a response, he says, “Sorry, I know this is all a lot. I didn’t mean to overwhelm you or anything. If you want, I can show you to somewhere you can rest.”
That will almost definitely allow her some privacy to relieve herself. Nodding, Lumine says, “That would be great.” She tries not to let panic show on her face as she feels herself leak a little bit with the first step she takes. Her panties are getting damp now, and she keeps feeling little leaks slipping past her defenses as she walks. Teppei remains oblivious, as he leads her right through the heart of the camp, but Lumine just can’t keep holding it, no matter how hard she tries.
She doesn’t mean to put a hand between her legs, but the reaction is purely reflexive, trying to fight further loss of control. Teppei turns around to check on her at the worst moment, catching her hold herself, gripping herself over her bloomers, with nearby soldiers gawking at the sight. She can feel her face turning red, but she can’t stop, feeling another surge of liquid the instant she tries to pull her hand back.
“Lumine, do you…do you need to pee?” Teppei asks, and she notices that his cheeks are rather red as well. There is no point lying now, when she can hardly move.
Nodding, she mumbles, “Really bad…”
“W-well…oh, I’m sorry, it’s because we were…well! Come on, I can…just follow me!” he says, giving her a smile as he tries to reassure her. Still, he is visibly flustered.
It doesn’t amount to anything. Her little display has gotten her plenty of attention, and with so many of the people she has worked to impress staring at her, with Teppei watching her with concern, trying to help her along, Lumine loses it. At first, it is not visible that she is wetting herself, but she knows she is defeated as it all starts rushing out of her, soaking straight through her panties and straight through her bloomers.
By the time she has dropped her hand, it has started running down her legs, all eyes on her as she pisses herself on her first day. The relief is astounding, but it is nothing compared to how humiliated she is, knowing that this is not something she can easily bounce back from. There is so much of it that it never seems to end, her stream powerful all the way to the end, as she just keeps pissing, until her bladder is finally empty. Then, she remains right where she is, not sure what to do.
Teppei is stunned as he stares at her, and she can hear murmuring about what has just happened, though she is not able to make out any of what is being said. She has definitely gotten off to an interesting start, her humiliation so great that she can’t even bring herself to move.
And yet, somewhere beneath it all, despite knowing that this is not the time, she feels a familiar twinge of arousal, one that is only increased when she looks up, catching Teppei’s eye. When she sees the way that he blushes and quickly looks away, stammering his apology, she knows exactly what this means, and exactly what she needs to do about it.
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3rd July 1854 - Malvern
Princess Alexandra sighed as she sipped on her mug of tea, counting down the hours before she could get back on the Royal Train to London. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the countryside, but she'd been there a week. A week with nothing but her own thoughts and her overly strict Aunt Geraldine for company. She was ready for fancy dinners with handsome European dignitaries back in London, meeting exciting new people and having all her needs catered for. In Malvern, she'd had to cook for her Aunt, clean the around the house, and fetch groceries by herself. Aunt Geraldine called it character building, Princess Alexandra called it a waste of time, given they had perfectly good servants at home that could have travelled with them.
"How long until we travel back, Auntie?" Alexandra asked, running her fingers through her long brown hair.
Aunt Geraldine looked disapprovingly "That's the third time you've asked me today Alexandra, I really wish you'd try and make the most of your last few hours here."
Princess Alexandra rolled her eyes. She loved her aunt dearly but she was fed up of being spoken to like a child. She was 23, and more than capable of looking after herself, without her aunt's constant interjections. She went to take a swig of her tea, but found that she'd finished it all.
"Don't you dare roll your eyes at me young lady," exclaimed Aunt Geraldine. "Now go on, there's a bathroom that's not going to clean itself."
Princess Alexandra groaned "Why can't you do it? I've been cleaning all week, I've barely had a chance to put my feet up at all."
Aunt Geraldine gasped "I am shocked that you think you can speak to me like this. Your mother will be hearing about this as soon as we return home. Now get cleaning at once!"
"No," Princess Alexandra replied tersely.
"How DARE you speak to me like that. I don't think you understand how much trouble this behaviour is going to get you in," Aunt Geraldine scolded her niece.
"I'm going for a walk. I'll be back in time for the train," Alexandra had already turned her back on her aunt.
Alexandra started to walk up the hills by her house, and eventually, her aunt's shouting could no longer be heard. She's just jealous I'm next in line to the throne, she thought bitterly. Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar pang downstairs. Ugh, I really should have used the washroom before leaving. She considered turning back, but decided it would be too embarrassing at this point. She'd just have to hold it.
The Princess walked for miles, and whilst she was trying to enjoy herself, her need to urinate was making it difficult for her to concentrate, and she was starting to get increasingly desperate to relieve herself. Her corset was pressing into her bladder, making the situation more urgent. She was miles away from civilisation, and even if she turned back towards the house, it would still take her an hour and a half to get there. Observing no one else anywhere nearby, Alexandra held herself through her dress, slightly easing the pressure. This is bad, she thought. I definitely won't make it back to the house. I'm absolutely bursting. Crossing her legs as tight as her dress would allow her, and bouncing up and down on the spot, the Princess gathered her thoughts. Looking around again, Alexandra couldn't see anyone. The two options were now clear: urinate outside or wet herself. Scouting out the most secluded place, Alexandra ran towards a nearby tree as fast as her full bladder would allow her. As she was running, a dribble of pee escaped her urethra, and ran slowly down her leg. Reaching the tree, Alexandra was about to pull her panties down when she heard a long hissing sound, followed by a moan.
"Oh God that feels good!" the voice exclaimed. The Princess walked to the other side of the tree, shocked to see a young blonde woman weeing out in the open, seemingly without a care in the world. From her scraggly dirty dress, Alexandra could tell that she was from a very different background. But she was taken aback by how beautiful she looked, mouth agape, long windswept blonde hair obscuring part of her face. Despite the lack of make-up, she was naturally very pretty. Alexandra snapped out of her brief fantasy as her bladder spasmed, tortured by the sound of this lady's stream against the hard mud. It took all of Alexandra's might to stop another spurt escaping.
"Ahem," the princess coughed.
"Sorry love, been dying for that," the lady replied, her stream still going.
"Look, I need to do the same thing, can you promise you won't look?" Alexandra asked, feeling the crotch of her drawers dampen. The Princess didn't wait for an answer. Going to the other side of the tree, Alexandra pulled her drawers down, and almost immediately, a jet of urine erupted from her urethra. The Princess was in utter heaven, as seven hours worth of pent up urine exited her body. She didn't care that small drops pee was splashing against her leg, nor that her cleaners would likely see the big stain of pee on her underwear. She made a noise that she'd never made before as the pee kept on coming.
"You really had to go huh?" the lady asked.
Alexandra looked shellshocked. She instinctively tried to halt her stream, but she was too far gone. She was next in line to the throne, and here she was, pissing in front of a commoner who was presumably going back to tell her friends that she just saw a princess's vagina.
"I told you not to look," Alexandra hissed once her stream had finally finished, and she'd pulled her drawers back up.
"You asked me not to look," the lady corrected her. "Anyway you saw mine."
"Yes but you're not..." Alexandra was careful not to reveal herself as a Princess just in case she somehow didn't recognise her. "... I'm sorry about that."
"Apology accepted. I'm Amelia by the way."
"Alexandra," Alexandra smiled politely.
"You're not from around here are you?" Amelia asked abruptly.
"No... not quite. I'm from London actually, it's all rather different down there," Alexandra was almost embarrassed about how posh she sounded.
"The big city! I've always wanted to go there, what's it like?" Amelia asked with a childlike curiosity.
The two sat down on the grass and spoke for hours, talking about their lives. Amelia was a housemaid for a wealthy family in Malvern, but wanted to move to London to get a better paid job. Alexandra was careful not to mention that she was a princess, so instead pretended that her dad owned a factory in London. She'd never experienced anything like this before. She had friends in London, but this felt different. This felt authentic. Like she was being liked for who she was rather than what she was. So engrossed in the conversation, Alexandra didn't even notice that the sun was starting to go down.
"Oh no, I should have been on the train home now! My aunt is going to be furious," Alexandra exclaimed. "Listen, I've got to go, but it really was a pleasure meeting you!"
"Likewise. If I ever make it to London, I'll come and find you," Amelia smiled.
The two locked eyes, and Amelia embraced the Princess, kissing her on the lips. Alexandra backed away, horrified.
"I'm sorry, I..." Amelia looked hurt at her reaction.
Alexandra didn't know what to say, so she just ran away, tears streaming down her eyes as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. |
Chapter 1
When I first started writing this fanfiction, I only wanted to make one remark about it. Specifically about the fact that I had to use a translator to get certain sentences and combinations right, because my english is not well, but due to the events that have started in the world, I'm doing a second one.
Let there be war only in the world of witches and only against a common enemy.
19 May 1946
It was too much even for her strength. It felt like her bladder was about to burst inside her. Throughout the day, Gertrude Barkhorn tried to keep the urine inside her and resisted with all her might the urine that was about to burst out. Every step turned into agony, and it was especially hard when the girl tried with all her might to keep it when flying. She could not start urinating in front of Hartmann, much less during a dogfight. That would have shown her weakness and become a wild cause for ridicule for the next few months. And Erika would be reminded her about it for at least a few more years.
So you had to try to endure it with all your might. What right now was striving to penetrate outside, and had already dampened her delicate, white panties. The sphincter was the only muscle that Trude, with all her desire, could not strengthen with her witching abilities. So at this moment, every step was a mad game that could end in defeat at any moment. But a moment that blended into eternity. Warm, yellow droplets were already dripping slowly down her thighs and shins, and some were falling with a clatter on the wooden floor.
It was a real bullying that the girl applied to her body, and soon grasped her crotch with all her might, feeling that the impending blow to her tender hole, would be her last. Her hand squeezed her crotch as tightly as the girl could allow, but even that didn't stop the liquid from gradually leaving her body. And soon a small stream, effortlessly, like a projectile, pierced her wet panties and spurted out into the so timely hand that had been set up. Immediately attempts were made to stem the flow, which were dismayingly unsuccessful. The girl was only a few steps away from the toilet, but could not take a step, gradually pouring urine into her panties from her overflowing bladder. Her dam was crumbling and her unbreakable will, after all, had found an opportunity to collapse. It was over. Fluid was bursting out through her urine canal and nothing could contain it, and the feeling her bladder felt was too relaxing to stop.
- Nooo! - Shouted the girl, trying with all her might to stop what could not be stopped. - I couldn't do it.
- You so pathetic. - Said Erika as she stood behind Trude's back.
- You...You... Please don't look at me!!!
ut Erika continued to watch the urine run down Trudi's legs and chuckled slightly as her friend struggled to stop. Hartmann knew it was no longer possible, and that Gertrude just had to stop abusing herself. It was no longer possible to resist and she should just give in, and preferably pull up her uniform so she wouldn't have to wash anything but her panty. When the long, seemingly eternal stream of urine subsided and Trude, no longer able to stand up, sank quietly into a pool of her own urine, Hartmann gently walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder.
- Are you all right?
- Yes.
Hartmann reached out and helped Trudi to stand up, seeing drops of yellow liquid falling from her feet. The girl in the black uniform sniffed slightly and drew an interesting conclusion.
- It doesn't smell bad.
- What are you speaking about?
- Of course about your urine my little Trudi.
A happy smile appeared on the girl's face, and she slightly tousled her short hair and looked around the puddle. It felt as if she was mocking Gertrude on purpose, making special remarks about this accident. She examined the puddle long and carefully and then looked at Gertrude and quietly concluded.
Or rather not. This conclusion was short and clear, but extremely on positive tones that surprised Gertrude herself. It seemed that her friend was not mocking her. Erika reminded her of Ursula, and in those moments when it came to researching some kind of mechanism. This time it was the same, only now her usual face had changed to the appraising face of a professional scientist.
- Ok, I'd say you were holding urine for about 9 hours and 38 minutes. Not a bad result for a novice witch.
- What!?
Gertrude was extremely surprised by what Erica had said, or rather by the fact that she had calculated the time for which Gertrude had held her bladder extremely perfectly. It seemed incredible and mind-boggling to the heart and soul. After all, how can you tell by the sight of a puddle poured on the floor how long that urine was inside a person. While the captain of the 501 wings was figuring out why Erika had come to this conclusion, the pretty girl across from her gave her own answer.
- This is one of my ultimatum magical abilities. I've been hiding it, but I can tell by the amount of urine it's been in my bladder for how long.
- This is so amazing! – Said Gertrude to answer.
In any case, it became clear that Erika had begun to watch Gertrude despair right from the moment she put on her striker today.
The fact that the girl allowed herself to do such a thing at first might have caught the proud Carlsland girl off guard. But Gertrude knew that in her position she could not be proud. She could still feel her bare heels feeling the puddle of warm, hot urine in which she was standing. How the droplets still on her thighs were slowly running down them. And there was also the extremely noticeable sensation of warm and soaked white panties sticking to her pussy.
The latter was one of the most unpleasant and uncomfortable experiences one could have at the time. Primarily because Gertrude felt slightly sexually aroused as she tried to cover her soaked knickers with her hands. Her hands were not very tight against her crotch anymore, but she could feel how good it felt when she touched her clitoris, albeit purely casually, with wild embarrassment.
At a certain point, Hartman looked at her friend and smiled. A pleasant breeze blew in through the window and both girls grinned slightly. Still, no matter how much Trude cried, it was impossible to change what had happened. She really couldn't hold her bladder like a little girl. So the point of embarrassment was gone and when the girl in front of her returned to normal, Erika continued.
- Okay Trudi. We have to clean up now. I'll get a rag and a bucket and you take your panties. - Erika was right, because walking around in wet panties wasn't very pleasant, and Gertrude obeyed the commands.
- I can't believe it's me doing your commands. – answered Gertrude slowly pulling her soaked panties down.
Indeed, Gertrude seemed to be senior to Erika in rank, but now she was just not in a position to be in charge. Still, she was being offered a friendly helping hand. And in this situation it was not worth refusing. Gertrude had once helped Erika, when she had been shot down by a high speed neuroi, and although that situation was not comparable to what was happening now. Still, no one's life was at stake here.
Barkhorn's body had exhausted its strength in the course of trying to keep all that urine inside her bladder. She looked somewhere on the floor, where the puddle of urine was slowly disappearing, as Erika cleaning by the rag there. However, after the puddle was gone, Erika looked at her friend and gently moved her hand under her pussy. It got wet very quickly, but Erika quickly stopped the movement and then looked again at her friend's face. The most amazing thing about it was that she was looking from down to up. She no longer felt the oppressive and overpowering superiority of the girl standing beside her.
Erica touched Gertrude's pussy again and then kissed her gently on the neck. She only heard a light moan in response, full of pleasure and despair. And this time that despair was caused by helplessness, not by a full bladder and a minute-by-minute weakening sphincter, as it had been ten minutes ago. Although what was happening then could also be called that word. Helplessness. That was the feeling that never left Gertrude.
- Hartmann...Please.
- Please what? - The girl whispered softly and licked her friend's neck again.
However, Erika was far from sadistic, and she didn't want to make her friend cum in the corridor, so she quickly removed her hand. Hartmann shifted and spread the fingers of her hand, watching as Trudi's piss and warm juices gently mingled on her arm. Both girls looked at each other. There was a slight smile on Erika's face as she licked the fingers of her right hand. And then she added, barely audibly.
- Welcome to the Karlsland omorashi union, Yep!
(For those who may not know the characters, Gertrude Barkhorn on the left and Erika Hartmann on the right)
I plan to include almost all the Karlsland characters in the fanfiction, however, this part is only the beginning. And later on, we'll have a lot of girls trying out different methods of holding urine in different clothes and states. |
I have apologise. I haven't forgotten about this fanfic.
Chapter 2
Edyta Rossman sat in front of the 502 Wing Commander and smiled wryly. She performed her task how sensei and taught her commander Gundula Rall to retain as much urine as Rall needed. But every time you learn something there is a hard and difficult exam waiting for you at the end, isn't there? Here, too, Rall finds herself in an interesting situation, because according to her sensei's law, the exam is a competition to hold urine. It's not a competition against anyone else, but against the Sensei himself. The clothes for this were the least suitable, as Rall was in a hurry to pass the exam. The two of them wore their military uniforms and stayed in them. The examination was conducted at the table and everything was ready for it, including a few glasses of water on each side. Rall had been preparing to join the Karlsland omorashi union for a long time and she did not want to lose such a chance.
Both girls simultaneously took first pair of glasses of water that was on the table and began to drink carefully from it. They both emptied glasses almost simultaneously. After waiting for about a minute, Gundula Rall and Edita Rossman drank another pair of glasses. Finally, the last pair was left on the table, in which no longer water was poured, but black Orussian tea.
Then the wing's flight instructor looked out the window where clouds were slowly floating over St Petersburg and she smiled. Then the smile shone on Rall's face as well and each of them was well aware that they had just poured about a litre of liquid into themselves. It was unclear how long it would be before this liquid reached the girl bladders, but one thing was clear. They wanted to see the main thing as quickly as possible - each other's despair.
- Commander Rall, why don't you stand down? After all, the ordeal is extremely difficult. No one has ever managed to hold urine on longer than I have. At least on the eastern front.
- Don't even hope to get out of this wonderful competition that easily. I've been training my body for a long time. However, you're partly right and we certainly can't do without a judge. Should we call here Krupinski?
Edita Rossman burst out laughing in response. As long as she had the opportunity, for when her bladder was full there would be no strength to laugh so loudly.
- Waltrude is certainly not the judge we need. Unless you want her to lick your pussy at the end.
- I'd think twice if I were you, because she's great in bed after all. Every movement of her fingers sends her to heaven.
- Please don't be so intrusive. I have an "experience" with her and would like her to share it with you.
- Well maybe her refereeing would indeed be unnecessary.
Both girls laughed a little, but failed to take into account the fact that they were being overheard. They were, of course, overheard by Waltrude, who was incredibly eager to know what they would be discussing in such an incredible competition. Krupinski was extremely pleased that her talent for work with tongue was perceived with such subtlety and idealism. However, despite her desire to sleep with both of the girls present in this office, she was expressing mild disgust at their words. The problem was that she didn't think omorasi was sexy. Although she was part of an Karlsland omorashi union, she regarded it as a pleasurable pastime and only occasionally. Moreover, she did not understand how one could love a girl who became wet without her help.
Still, she was keen to hear what Rossman and Rall were talking about, locked in a room. Still, it was extremely interesting for her to follow the contest at least that way. Yes, she could not get in, but the thought of what a wet bottom Commander Rall might look like already amused her. She shook her head slightly, trying to get the thoughts out of her head. After all, it wasnt up to her to get her commander wet. And it certainly couldn't be attractive sexually, could it?
Good, let's leave this lesbian with her thoughts on whether omorashi can be sexy and get back to our contestants and their condition.
Time passed quite quickly at first. And rightly so. It always goes fast in the beginning of omorashi competition. Although both girls were well aware that their bladders were filling up at the moment and the whole system was filtering the huge amount of fluid that had entered their bodies. But they were still having a quiet time talking to each other and looking at the clock. Still, there was always been topic something to talk about. And one of them they got hooked on quite firmly.
- Come to think of it that way, I can think of one good coffee shop that serves excellent wine and food. It seems to have been opened by someone from Gallia. - - Modestly found a similar topic Gundula.
- Oh, I know what you mean! Isn't this that great place that serves incredibly tasty pâté with black caviar on top? I adore the place and I confess, I love going in there when I get my military officer's pay and immediately losing it on a beautiful evening.
- Oh, it's unbelievable! And this is our instructor Rossman who loves order, precision and rationality. – Answered Rall.
- However, no man is without sin or vice and I have the right to spend my wages as I wish. In the end, only the gods can judge us.
And so the day slowly passed into the evening, and finally both girls felt what they had been looking for all along. The pressure inside each girl's bladder began to increase as it filled. And now it was beginning to be felt and if it was not already strong, it was only a matter of the next hour. But needless to say, this hour would already be a little more drawn out. I'm not saying they're on the edge now. It's just that the amount of liquid flowing in their bludders there has started to increase dramatically and normally in this state everyone of this girls would have agreed to go to the toilet by now. But one had to keep sitting and waiting and it was only now that Gundula realised her unfortunate position.
The problem was not even caused by a full bladder, as it may seem, but it was filling up quite quickly. It was the fact that the girl was wearing a much-needed therapeutic magic corset for healing purposes. This garment was designed specifically for her to help her heal a badly healed wound on her back and spine. Even though she could walk comfortably, it was the thing that could prevent her bladder from expanding. She looked at Edyta Rossman with a slight pleading look in her eyes and she immediately said.
- Sensei, can I take it off?
- Of course Gundula, take it off. It would be a little unfair if I won in such a ridiculous way.
Rall slowly unbuttoned her corset and it seemed even now to be easier to hold her urine in.
Time began to drag on terribly slowly, and soon it became clear to both girls that this contest was dragging on. After all, usually many give up when the urine has already started to demand to be let out with all its might but both girls were still not very active in holding it in. But each had already put their legs together up to their knees and were rubbing them vigorously from time to time in the hope that she would be the one to win. The body, of course, had its own plans for each, and it was Edita Rossman who began to feel the first anxious sensations.
She pressed her thighs together and rubbed them. She knew full well that with all her skills it was almost impossible to hold out longer than Commander Rall. Her thoughts were filled with notions of how small her bladder was compared to what was inside her commander's body. She tried to remember if her commander had been desperate during the mission. But she couldn't. She didn't know if Gundula had ever been on the verge of having her bladder full.
But the desire not to give up and show her abilities to the best of her ability also filled her mind, and so Edyta Rossman had no intention of backing down and she dicided fighting to the end. Her heels rested on the front legs of the chair and her knees began to rub tensely against each other. This was in radical contrast to the emotions her commander was feeling at the moment. The commander's bladder was also filling up, but she was not yet feeling any desperate urge to go to the toilet. It was unpleasant and she could feel the pressure that was taking its toll on her already slightly tired sphincter from such abuse. She sighed softly and then slowly and gently moved her right hand to her crotch. Then the girl squeezed her crotch lightly and felt a slight relaxation. It really made her feel better to hold it to more. She used to think that it was only a fiction that hands tightly plugging the exit could hold anything. But so her opinion had changed dramatically today.
- Ooh...I have to pee! - Edita declared loudly and forcefully shoved her hands into her underwear.
She touched her naked pussy and at the same second felt her fingers take on a few drops of urine. She pissed in her own hand. It was the first time someone had forced her so close to the edge and only now did Rossman realise how close she was to wetting herself.
- Is your bladder full yet? Unbelievable... - Concluded Rall, but her body also gave an incredibly strong urge to urinate. – Mmmph
Unlike Rossman, Gundula was hardly adapted to holding her bladder for long periods of time. And so, for her, even such a condition, when the full allowable limit has not yet been reached, is critical. She could just feel the droplets about to seep out and she clutched her legs tighter trying to keep it inside her. But there was definitely not enough strength and she could feel her panties getting wet.
At this point in her sitting position, Rossman leaned back slightly and then leaned forward again. The girl did everything in her power to prevent any further leakage into her panties. She felt as if a slight chill was running through her body and her consciousness was slowly drifting to the edge of reality. It seemed as if an ocean was splashing inside her, and the usual St. Petersburg rain, for any time of the year, only made it worse. However, it was not Editha, accustomed to this weather and often enduring the piss under it, who was the first to succumb to it, but her commander.
Rall's body protested sharply against the possibility of listening to the rain and spat out a small leak. It hit the girl's panties and slightly wetted them. The girl moaned slightly after which she moved one of her fingers right in front of what she assumed was her urethra and pressed down hard. The trickle leaving her body slowed slightly and soon stopped. This process of struggling with the fluid leaving her was noticeable and one could hardly help looking at the girl at such a time.
- Oh commander, I can't take it anymore. - Rossman moaned softly. - Please give in to me this time.
- I'm sorry dearie, but I don't intend to lose this battle to you. Besides, I'm just waiting for the rain to pour down from your body.
- Ah...I'm so close to failing! That feeling! Ahh...
Edita groaned. She leaned forward and literally shoved a finger into her urethra. She was doing her best to keep her dam from bursting and her urine pouring outside. But it was a lost cause, for she was at her limit. Her bladder would no longer hold an ounce of fluid. But the struggle could not be stopped. She had to fight. Fight his body to the very end. And again, when the muscles weakened, to find new strength and plug them into the fight. However, all her muscles were already in tension. Her body was beginning to tremble with fatigue, despair and overwork. Everything in front of her eyes gradually swam and grew darker, no matter how hard she tried to contain it. Tears slowly streamed down her cheeks as she strained her sphincter one last time before losing any control over it.
- Aaah! Noooooo!
Rossman's body shuddered even more as a warm, yellow stream gushed out, flooding her fingers, pants, uniform and chair. The young girl experienced something close to an orgasm when she realised that her body had finally eased against her will. She had lost this fight and no matter how hard she tried to stop the flow, she had absolutely no luck.
At this point a strong stream left Rall's body as well, but she managed to rise from her chair and, leaving a streams and drips behind her, walked over to the bucket that had been left for the victor. The bucket had been left on purpose in the belief that he might not have the strength to walk to the common toilet. And there may be questions amongst non-members as to why the girl is begging to use the toilet so much. As Rall released her urine into the bucket there was a loud metallic clang, which was quickly replaced by a quiet gurgling and hissing of urine filling the bucket. The girl did not even have time to remove her panties before her dam collapsed, but the fact remained that she had managed to defeat her sensei in a fair fight. Edyta Rossman, on the other hand, watched as her urine flowed out and created a puddle on the floor. Her hands still clasped tightly between her legs felt her sleeves getting wet.
- I lost... - Edythe said barely audible.
- Yes you have failed Miss Rossman. - Relaxed and loud, Rall said.
- Why hasn't it stopped yet?
- And you mean my stream? Well... have a little more urine in me. – answered Rall.
Both girls got busy cleaning up what they had left behind. Gundula also had to wipe her chair and the floor as her body let out huge streams towards the end. Two things changed that day. The first was that a student became a teacher, and the second was that Gundula Rall officially joined the Karlsland omorashi union. |
Chapter 3
Waltrude Krupinski felt the ropes nastily squeezing her wrists, and by themselves chained the girl firmly to the iron pipe. This pipe in the famous 502nd Joint Fighter Wing, the Brave Witches, is used to punish breakdowns of technical equipment, breaches of discipline and other misdemeanours. In fact, it is also customary to hang a sign on the offender that states in Japanese the reason why that person is here, as it is one of the international languages of this world. Getting here is commonplace for Nipa, Kano or Valtruda. Or rather, they're not exactly the most frequent guests at this oddball punishment pipe.
Commanding what you will find yourself at this place is the famous Orusian ace Alexandra Ivanovna Pokryshkina. It was useless to argue with this girl, who had distinguished herself in battles throughout Orussia, as was her record. Early in her career she had defended Kiev, Minsk and Moscow, and now her forces were being used to defend St Petersburg. This witch, like many unusually young, however, is recognised as a combat veteran. And there was little anyone could say something to Sasha, who chained you to that iron pipe with some sort of disgraceful plaque. And even if you wanted to, the authority of a strong Slavic girl quickly put you in your place. At heart, however, Alexandra was kind, gentle and peaceful, but she skilfully hid it behind the face of a fine officer.
And now there was a sign on Krupinski with a rather short but very clear inscription. In fact, it wasn't even an inscription, but a small drawing that showed the broken module schematically. It was clear and understandable for those who wanted to know the reason for the girl's odd situation. Yes, hard times for the city are over and the supply of food and weapons is no longer a problem, but Alexandra is still extremely frugal. After all, Sasha has the Orussian front under her belt, where the necessary resources were not always at hand. At least ammunition was always plentiful.
Waltrude looked up and down at the ceiling for a while. All she knew was that she would soon need someone's help. There was no way she could go to the bathroom like that, there were no containers nearby, and with her hands tied you couldn't take your clothes off either. So far, Krupinski has not had such a strong desire to use the toilet or even a hint of despair.
The girl just felt somewhere on the edge of her subconscious that the urge to go to the toilet would build up from now on. Right from that moment on, it would become something tangible and demanding to be released. However, she just sighed and kept waiting, amusing herself in various ways, hoping that at least someone would come and check on her. But the clock hanging on the hangar wall was slowly tapping its rhythm. But no one appeared.
She has been a long-time member of the Karlsland omorashi union and has had her bladder tested more than once for its strength and ability to endure for a long time. But she has never done so in public. Despite her ability to flirt and have sex with girls, she did not feel like urinating in front of anyone. Besides, many men were working in the hangar and were now and then fixing and repairing something in the equipment and in the launching facilities. And to do it in front of a man was, to put it mildly, simply disgusting.
- Maybe I am after all... - The girl looked at the guy who was repairing her own module, broken yesterday. - No, that doesn't make any sense.
At that moment the girl blushed and realized that she had said it out loud. Very quietly, but her voice trailed off her tongue, but luckily dissolved into the working hustle and bustle of people. But the feeling slowly became more tangible and more valid.
If one could measure everything, the girl would estimate her bladder to be about 85% full. But so far her body was still able to hold it in without any suffering. But she just knew that over time the feeling would build up and build up inside her. And there was nothing she could do to stop it. On the other hand...No! She is a grown-up girl and an ace of the Luftwaffe and she will definitely wait for some girl from her wing, well, or at least Sasha.
But the mere thought that she might have to endure hours rather than minutes made her weak. And looking at the clock, only encouraged her bladder to collapse, for the hand was going so slowly down it. Every few minutes became long and drawn out, like nougat. But, Waltrude decided to do as she usually did on such occasions. She began dividing the time into segments of ten or five minutes and after each one, praising herself morally. Such actions usually helped her to endure for a very long time and she hoped to keep the urine to herself in the same way this time.
Time passed treacherously slowly and the girl glanced at her watch, then lowered her eyes to the concrete floor. Her hands were beginning to ache a little from the ropes squeezing them, and the feeling of fullness was becoming more and more pronounced. The container inside her body was quite full. Here it was worth remembering the nuances of how she had spent her day.
It was difficult to pinpoint the exact time she woke up, since today was without alarm, at least in the morning, and she was safely able to visit the bathroom almost first. Then the girl prepared breakfast for the others. She would probably have cooked some abomination if it had not been for the lovely Georgette, who ran into the kitchen in time to help Waltrude. The mere thought of the beautiful Georgette being by the girl's side made her slightly aroused. It wasn't that she had a huge crush on this particular pretty gallic girl, rather Georgette was just liked by everyone in the wing. Thoughts of her friend's beauty and how nice it was to cook food distracted Waltrude from her condition.
But after just a few minutes of such thoughts, she began to remember that she was also making drinks with the same friend. She saw the picture before her eyes of Georgette pouring tea into mugs. For some reason, Waltrude's eyes were focused on the small stream of hot drink flowing out of the teapot's spout. The green tea from Fuso was delicious, but the thought of it brought the girl back to reality. At that moment she thought her inner valve was about to burst and she squeezed her hips. This relieved her, but showed that she could no longer think of anything so that it was not reduced to thoughts of urination.
- Hmmm...Please...let it get better. - Said the girl to herself and rubbed her thighs a little.
Her body, however, acted in the opposite way. It seemed ready to come out soon. But in the next moment the desire receded, and yes, the picture of pouring tea slowly faded into deeper areas of consciousness. But the girl was still wary of loosening her thighs again. Still the possibility that the incredibly strong urge to urinate could only be overcome by the action of her legs.
She moved her hips up and down again and her mind was filled with thoughts of what else she could do to make the situation easier. But the thoughts could not come together, for the pressure between her legs, which had become as unpleasant as possible, was her main thought. She felt like grabbing her crotch with at least one hand. To press her fingers against her urethra as hard as she could afford to. But her hands are tied by the rope that holds the girls at this shameful pipe.
- Please don't forget me, Sasha. I'm going to piss myself in here soon...
The girl started rubbing her thighs and looked out one of the hangar windows high above the floor and a small tear rolled down her cheek. She realised that no one in the dormitory would be able to hear from here. And the mechanics she had thought to ask for help had already left. But that did not mean that she, a Luftwaffe ace and one of the best witches in the world, would admit defeat so easily. She sighed and gathered her thoughts, squeezing her sphincter and closing her thighs tightly. In other words, she prepared to endure with a full bladder for as long as it took. Yes, she had done so before, but now her reputation depended on it and she had to prove that she had not trained her body in vain.
At first, it was easy enough. The body coped well with this boulder inside her body, but after a few tedious minutes. Thirty-eight minutes to be exact, she realised from the clock. So, by this time she realised that the pressure had begun to rise excessively fast. She squeezed her hips tightly and rubbed her knees. After her knees her legs were slightly apart. It was very hard, but somehow she managed to keep herself dry.
- No... Please...
At that moment she felt the first small droplets come out and slip into her panties. She rubbed her thighs, hoping to restrain her body from fully leaking. But time passes and every minute becomes an eternity. The girl's struggle to keep her panties dry is, in a way, lost. Yellow droplets regularly make their way into her underwear. But for now, the fabric of her panties, though wet, can hold the liquid in. Yes, and the girl knows very well that before it starts leaking onto the floor it is not yet very noticeable.
But this battle she is destined to fight. It's her own despair, which she can't win yet, and she has to put up with it. The girl can feel her panties and pantyhose pressing against her bladder. This, in turn, begins to pulsate nervously, occasionally sending out small droplets. She felt small tears come to her eyes and drops of sweat run down her face.
- No...I can't reach the limit...I have to endure this. I can take it! I can!" Waltrude began to say to herself. But every moment was turning into torment. It was too much for her body.
After a few seconds a small trickle came out and the girl began to use whatever methods she could to contain the liquid. She began to apply leg postures that those were unlikely to fall into in a normal situation and soon she felt the flow break. She emerged from the slight trance and took a deep breath before looking between her legs. There flaunted a small, perfectly yellow puddle, and her tights were a little bluer than usual.
- I pissed my pants...
Concluded the girl, but she realised that retreating from this battle as a loser already made sense. Her bladder had not emptied much from this spill, and her strength was almost at an end. Her sphincter, tired from the struggle, would no longer be able to stop another strong stream coming out. The girl had an understanding that her body could just let it go at any time. And why resist right? She was already considered to be wetting herself, which would be impossible to hide.
The thought that finally urinating might be a way out was extremely strong in her mind. But she dismissed the idea. The hope that she would still have time to wait for someone and that she had not been forgotten. More importantly, that she would still have time to use the toilet. She was already imagining herself sitting on the white throne and finally letting the stream out. At that moment a small stream left her body again and she shook her head, with all her might stopping the flow and knocking herself from thinking about peeing.
However, every minute became a torment and every second was an eternity. The full bladder inside the girl seems to be about to explode. She perfectly understood that it was possible to try to endure at least until urine got into her kidneys, but she also understood that such a thing could end in her own death. It became clear that her body simply could not stand it for so long. And would her weakened sphincter be strong enough to retain urine long enough for fluid from her pulsating bladder to reach her kidneys?
Then, behind the pulsing container in her body, her urethra began to pulsate as well, ready to throw out a huge stream of liquid. The battle began to seem completely lost. Waltrude could not even hold her crotch with her hands, and in such a situation, she began to cry. Tears, which had previously just clouded her eyes slightly, began to trickle down her cheeks. She began to try to call out loud for help.
- Commander Rall, Shimohara, Sashaaaa!!! Anyone!
At the same time, she began to feel how a yellow trickle penetrates into her panties again and she, squeezing her hips as tightly as possible, began to rub them. She begged her body to stop peeing, but it was no use. It seemed that everything was over. The girl felt how the pulsation of the urethra changed to the flow of urine, and a warm stream with a slight hiss began to break out.
The girl saw a yellow spot growing between her thighs. Her panties began to get completely wet, and thick pantyhose in the place where the urine touched them became very dark. She felt the liquid spread under her ass as well, creating a pleasant and warm sensation there. In the same place, her uniform was pressed against the floor by her tender ass. It also started to get wet. It is amazing that only yesterday, she personally washed it and now it becomes wet at the bottom. Krupinski began to moan a little.
Still, the relief from this terrible pressure was akin to an orgasm and it was physically impossible to hold back the groan that marks the end of this hellish despair. The girl saw the liquid coming out of her, and a huge puddle growing right under her. And now, after a few minutes of urination, she remained sitting in this puddle and moaning lightly. Her tears rolled down her cheeks, and saliva ran gently down her chin.
At that moment, the clatter of military boots was heard in the corridor and the girl realized that someone was walking and looked down in embarrassment. And below her gaze met a puddle. Sasha entered the hangar, but froze in a slight shock, looking down at Valtrude. In the eyes of the Orussian, shock and slight shame were read. She looked at her friend and untied her hands. Waltrude's hands went down along the body and touched a puddle of warm, yellow liquid.
- I'm so sorry, Waltrude. I... I should be here myself, because I forgot about you. - Alexandra said and gave her hand to Krupinski.
- I don't want to live... I'm disgraced.
- If you want, as an apology, I'll clean up after you...And...Spend the night together?
- Together? That is, you want ... - But Krupinski did not even have time to finish the phrase
- Yes ... Consider a date plus intimacy and sex.
- Will there be wine?
- I have vodka.
- I think vodka will do to me.
Sasha helped the girl to stand up and gently ran her back, all the way to her ass. The girl realized that Waltrude's uniform was also wet. It was very important for Alexandra to keep the budget of the wing, and the cost of laundry is not as cheap as it might seem. In addition, in order to wash such an unpleasantly smelling stain, you will have to spend a lot of time and money. The girl already wanted to say to Krupinski, something like: - "Was it necessary to urinate on the uniform!?" But Sasha didn't say that.
She understood that her friend simply couldn't hold urine. In addition, Alexandra is familiar with such a thing as loss of control over the bladder. And she remembered from her feelings that she could no longer move, when her body could not hold it.
Cleaning everything was no problem. And soon Krupinski looked at the efforts of Pokryshkina. She understood that this girl did not act out of malice. And then. Waltrude today shines a pleasant evening, in fact in the form of an apology. It may even be good that the girl became interested in this topic and joined the Karlsland omorashi union.
I created a continue. There is a backlog in the form of the first three chapters. There are still a lot of girls of German origin in the world of witches. So, it would be nice if I could discuss it all. And I'm also waiting for different ideas where and in what conditions omorashi can be.
Edited May 3, 2022 by GupFan
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Chapter 4
Today was an ordinary day for Heinrike Prinzessin Zu-Sein Wittgenstein, which she decided to devote to communicating with her friend. And her friend was none other than Heidemaria Schnaufer herself, who was Karlsland's and the world's most famous night associate. She had more than 100 neuroi destroyed to her credit and these incredible results are something to be proud of. The girl herself felt jealous and yet respectful when dealing with Heidemaria. She was so eager to repeat or surpass her friend's results in the witchcraft that she seemed willing to do anything. But that did not mean that Princess Heinrike was prepared to kill.
After all, she was an aristocrat and she had no right to act so cruelly, but she wanted to put her rival out of war incredibly badly and then the perfect idea was born in her mind. It was so simple and so elementary at the same time that she had to act quickly. She walked over to the peacefully reading girl, who was occasionally adjusting her glasses to get a better look at her handwriting, and offered.
- Heidemarie, what do you think... Should you and I visit the local lake beach? I've just packed the ingredients for a picnic and prepared some lovely swimming costume for you and me.
- Oh...I'm so flattered by your offer, but I can't. I don't like rocky beaches, and the water in the lakes is cold.
- Well, you won't refuse the princess her offer. Besides, do you want to get into the Karlsland omorashi union? No one will see us on the beach and you can take the test in peace with me.
At that moment Heidemarie adjusted her lovely glasses, which had slid down her nose a little, and turned away blushing. She really had longed to join this beautiful association, which, unfortunately, was based on nationality. However, at such moments it was usually said among Karlsland omorashi union members that if you want omorashi, then start your own organisation and we have nothing against it. This was partly Heidemaria's problem. She did not really want to be in such an organisation, because then she would be extremely embarrassed to face her friends from other countries. She was really very concerned about this issue and it was essentially just hers. But it showed what kind of person she was at heart. She was ready to get through to other people just because of such a small thing, which did not affect her life in any way. But the temptation...
The temptation of just wanting to join this organisation and what awaits you in this essentially club, which given girls age, will be around for a long time to come, was eating away at her. She wanted to compete in holding her lukewarm urine inside her swollen bladder and desperately straining her sphincter, exhausted from hours of patience. These were feelings Heidemaria had loved to experience since she was a child, when holding her urine had become her hobby.
This is where it's worth stepping back from the main narrative and delving into Heidemarie's childhood already. This sweet girl with glasses has been interested in omorashi and holding her own urine ever since she was a child. This is primarily due to her journey in this, if I may say so, direction.
The girl's first urinary retention happened at a very young age, as she herself recalled, at the age of twelve. Back then she was not yet a fighting witch with many friends, but she was still much more modest and shy than she is now. And so it was no wonder that every trip to the bathroom at night was a real ordeal for her, especially when she was visiting her friends. The first time, however, was at home, when she woke up in the middle of the night with a sudden urge to use the bathroom. She did not see what time it was on the clock, but she stoically tried to endure until dawn. Luckily for the girl, there was a potty under the bed and when she realised that her muscles were failing and that her urine was beginning to fill her knickers in a small stream, she was able to avoid a full-blown accident.
Since then, however, Heidemarie has regularly become interested in experimenting on herself and her body. First and foremost, in bed. At one point she wanted to try wetting herself fully giving herself the feeling of an accident. By then she was in the region of fifteen years old and already serving as a witch in her country's air force. This meant that she was already living independently on her own means, which eventually led to the second experience of her life.
That is, the girl was so shy that she denied herself the urge to cause an accident until she thought she was old enough and usually broke her holding instantly as soon as the situation became critical. This time, however, she decided to wet the sheets. Thinking back to the day she deliberately peed herself for the first time in her life and then pretending it was an accident, carrying her sheets to the wash, gave her pleasure. But when Heinrike said to conduct such experiments together, and even more so on the beach where they could be seen. That was something that Heidemarie could not bear. Her shyness was higher than that. What her friend wanted to make was above her understanding of the world. She believed that omorashi was something incredibly secretive. And she can't just open up about it.
- I will think about your suggestion. - Heidemarie said modestly and covered her face with a book.
- Don't be shy. Introduce yourself. Just the two of us and not a big rocky beach.
- Good, I agree. But bear in mind Heinrike, I will not tolerate antics and filming of my wetting.
- Don't worry. I swear to you that I will not defame you. You have my word as a princess. – Answered Hainrike and smiled.
The journey to the beach was fairly short. As it turned out, Heinrike had indeed already packed. Everything was enough in her walk. But what was she planning to do to get rid of a rival in every permissible sphere? They walked along the small sandy road until it abruptly broke off. There they turned right into a small forest and walked another few dozen metres. The path began to get quite difficult, but immediately they emerged into an open space where there was a pleasant wild beach.
A small lake in the middle of a predominantly coniferous mountain forest. Heidemarie looked out over the glistening water and occasionally glanced down at her uniform, which was concealed by her beautiful swimming costume. She felt a slight freedom from all constraints. The freedom and exposure to nature had essentially removed her shyness. Even being around Heinrike did not distort her well-being.
Heinrike found a good spot among the rocks. She spread out a towel there. She had a bright smile on her face. She took out the half of a giant watermelon from the basket they had brought with them and placed it on the towel. A knife flashed in her hand and she carefully sliced the watermelon, after which she said
- Heidemarie, sit down and eat this berry.
- I think I'm beginning to understand. This will make me want to go to the toilet. - The girl began to answer melodiously. - And given that I didn't go to the bathroom before I went out, the limit would be reached quickly.
- You sound like an angel, but yes. The point is for you to be holding after eating this beautiful fruit.
Heinrike slowly cut the watermelon into pieces. The juice of the fruit was so mesmerising in such hot weather that it was impossible to take your eyes off it. The watermelon juice flowed off the knife and over the freshly cut pieces. Heidemaria realised that she would have eaten many pieces of the fruit anyway. She immediately, without listening to any orders, carefully took one of the pieces and put it in her mouth. The night witch took a bite and almost immediately swallowed the pink flesh of the fruit. It was so tasty, juicy and sweet that the girl began to devour the fruit without stopping.
In front of Heinrike's eyes, somewhere in the region of six pieces disappeared, after which both girls grinned. The second witch also ate three small triangles and looked at her friend. The fire of commitment to something great shone in her eyes.
- Great. I'll go for a swim and you sit and wait while your bladder absorbs all that liquid.
- Understood.
Time passed and soon enough Heidemarie began to feel that the pressure in her bladder began to increase. Usually at this time, if she was not doing the wetting experiment in bed, she would already be going to the toilet. But now she had one particular task in mind. To keep her bladder from leaking before the scheduled time. But what was that deadline? She never bothered to ask. However, already now, blushing sitting on the stones with her legs tucked under her, the girl decided to hold it in until she lost control.
She occasionally moved her legs and even drank water from a small bottle that was nearby. For some reason she wanted to push herself to her absolute limit as soon as possible. For a while yet Heidemarina could ignore the growing need to urinate. However, it seemed to her that time was beginning to drag on little by little, although the sun was already slowly moving across the sky, heading towards sunset.
The girl concentrated harder as she realised that the pressure was beginning to build a little. Worry and doubt crept into her head. The mere thought that there was a rapidly filling ocean of water inside her body sent her into mild shock. She could not even imagine how much liquid could actually fit inside her body. More minutes went by and soon the pressure became palpable enough girl to start squeezing her legs. Heinrike, on the other hand, was bathing quietly in the lake water and, as you can guess, was peeing in it just as quietly. This made her a pretty bad girl. On the other hand, there were only two people on this beach now, but the princess herself felt terribly ashamed of herself for urinating in the water.
- Heidemarie. How are you doing there? Isn't it hard for you to hold back the piss? - Asked the princess.
- To be honest... I noticed I needed to go to the bathroom. Remind me what my task is?
- You have to hold the urine for as long as you can. You can also use the power of your familiar.
In the next instant, Heidemariе began to use her magical powers. her bird's tail and ears quickly and elegantly revealed themselves. She actually showed that she was actually approaching the edge. The girl could feel her body coming to the point where there were no thoughts left but to urinate. She tried to distract herself from the growing pressure on her sphincter and tried to think of something dry.
For a while she managed to contain this urge at the level of "I really have to pee, but I think I can manage." Over time, however, she began to realize that this condition was changing to "I'm at my limit!" It is a feeling she has not experienced anywhere else except her experiences in bed. Once again she could feel the water balloon inside her rapidly filling to the brim and reaching a critical point. At this time and with this sensation in her bubble, the girl usually already peed herself. But this time, something was wrong. Her body was at its limit, but her sphincter, which usually let in streams of urine by this point, did not release a single drop.
Her sphincter muscles began to clench tighter as she began to apply her magical powers of restraint. And at the same time Heinrike's devious plan was essentially revealed. The princess could only wait for her rival's bladder to burst. The catch is that you may make your muscles stronger by magic, but you can't change the volume of your bladder. Soon it will burst or the urine will rise up to the kidneys, and that is certain death.
Despite the incredible pain that abruptly pierced Heidemaria's swollen and overflowing bladder, she clutched her hips tighter. She shifted her position so that she was essentially sitting on the stone beach by her buttocks and rested her hands on her crotch with all her might. Her belly was slightly swollen where her bladder was located. And her sphincter muscle was convulsing and trembling slightly despite any intensification.
- I can't hold it in any longer! - The girl shrieked, feeling the first couple of drops penetrate her fitted swimming costume.
After a moment and a larger leak in the form of a small spurt came out. This was accompanied by trembling and convulsions of the though strengthened but tired sphincter muscle. A warm, yellow trickle of urine flowed from the girl's urethra into her swimming costume and then made it wet in this place, which could be felt with her hands.
A shiver ran through Heidemaria's body, which she thought was transmitted from her sphincter. She put in her best effort and was soon able, as she thought, to return to a level where there were no leaks. She groaned and tears rolled from her eyes. The pain became quite unbearable. It was clear to her that her bladder was about to burst. Soon the girl lost control for a short while...
- What!? - The witch exclaimed. - I can't start urinating now.
With all her might she squeezed her crotch and as she thought she put her fingers under the place where her urethra was. She began to block the leakage of urine. And then the flow and the slight hissing that accompanied it was interrupted, causing the terrible pain to return again.
Heinrike looked at her and saw the agony in her rival's eyes, but suddenly something stopped her. She was well aware that apart from the rivalry they were also friends. But for some reason she was now putting career and world recognition ahead of friendship. After all, in the future they would all be written about in books as heroes and saviours of humanity. The girl ran to her friend and sat down beside her. There was nothing in her eyes but a desire to help. She lightly touched her trembling friend's swollen bladder and her friend howled in pain. Then the girl whispered softly.
- That's it. Pee.
- But I couldn't take it to the limit yet.
- You're already on it. A further step can be fatal. You want will do this?
Heidemarie relaxed and let the urine come out. The yellow and hot stream began to leave her body in a huge stream under incredible pressure. Her urine quickly overflowed her swimming costume and hit the stones. The witch felt the warmth becoming on her bottom and thighs, and the stream flowed over the stones below, leaving a huge amount of moisture on them. Heidemarie shuddered and exhaled in incredible relief. At last her suicidal hold on her urine was over.
The girls hugged each other and watched as Heidemarie's stream came out without ending and finally stopped. The girl literally collapses into her friend's arms and smiles.
- How's that? Did I pass the test?
- Yes. Much better than most.
Heinrike didn't time how long Heidemarie endured. Or rather, not really. According to the rules of urine retention in the Karlsland omorashi union there are several gradations of time from the amount of liquid drunk. The girls didn't know that, but Heidemarie was the winner in the big leagues, so to speak. Soon they began to pack up their belongings and headed back to the base. Heidemarie was a little uncomfortable walking. She felt that there were still some phantom pains haunting her, although her bladder was intact. But for the first time in her life it had parted so badly and so quickly.
Back at the castle, which was their home base, they went about their business. Heinrike was supposed to fly out on patrol that night. She went quietly into her room and began to put on her diapers. But that's another story. |
I originally thought of this story idea back in May 2021, nearly a year ago and I have just gotten around to writing it now, by something that somebody posted on the this board where there was this gay bar where they said that the bathroom was out of order, but they had another room with three urinals in it, and I figured that that would really suck, being at a gay bar like that when there is only urinals, which would majorly suck for the women. And from there I pretty much got the basic idea for the story, and then the rest of it was pretty much spontaneous, and I got in some nice lesbian sex scenes towards the end, so all in all a pretty good story that I hope everybody enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing it! Can also be read in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/9501.html
Desperate at the Gay Bar
"Come on Jill, I am sure that you will have lots of fun at the Gay bar, you're a lesbian aren't you?" Carlos said.
"Yeah but it seems like most of those bars are dominated by guys, it's hard to find a good lesbian woman at these type of bars, I was just never really one for the bar scene," Jill said.
"Okay maybe more people who go to the bar are guys, but there will probably be plenty of girls there for you as well. I always managed to pick up some guy when I am at the gay bar so there is no reason why you shouldn't be able to pick up some attractive women there."
"Okay fine, I will go to the bar with you, but I'm not really expecting all that much," Jill said as she reluctantly agreed to go to the bar with Carlos.
It didn't take long for them to arrive at the bar which was actually rather large and rather crowded.
"See with a bar this big there has to be some lucky lady out there for you," Carlos said as he started looking around. "Well it looks like the man meat buffet is open, I'll see you later Jill, good luck."
Jill felt like Carlos was abandoning her rather quickly, but she knew that he was there for one thing and one thing only, and she figured that she was probably there for the same thing, even though she was more reluctant to go and wasn't as confident as he was. But she figured she might as well make the best of the situation and see if she could find any girls that caught her fancy, although she was always rather shy at approaching other women, she had no natural instinct for it.
"There is a two drink limit at this bar," the bartender said noticing that Jill was new to the scene.
"Okay I guess I will have two drinks then," Jill said as she sat down at the bar and quickly drank down two beers. Having gotten that out of the way, Jill figured that she would try to mingle but she had to admit she felt somewhat uncomfortable at a place like this. For one thing she wasn't much of a drinker, and for the other things she was shy about crowded group situations, as they always tended to make her nervous like that. She wasn't ashamed of being a lesbian, but being in a specific bar meant solely for that purpose made her feel the whole scene was rather intimidating.
As the day went on not much was happening with Jill, but she could see that Carlos was having a good time on the dance floor with a whole bunch of other guys as he had that natural charisma that drew everybody towards him. He was much more naturally extroverted and social, so he had no trouble picking up guys. Jill had to admit though it didn't seem like anything was really happening at this bar at the moment, so she figured that maybe what she would see if Carlos was ready to get going soon, even though it certainly didn't seem like it.
"Hey stranger, have anybody special here with you," a woman said as she approached Jill. Jill had to admit that she was rather attractive as she was Asian and well proportioned in every way, just her type. "My name is Chrissy by the way."
"Jill," Jill said as she shook Chrissy's hand, the first woman that she had made any connection with all evening long. Jill had to admit she wasn't really great with making small talk in these situations. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"Actually I have already had a few, but I would like to buy you a drink," Chrissy said as they went to the bar and Jill began drinking down the drink rather quickly, as she didn't want to seem ungrateful, even though she could already feel that those two beers that she had already earlier in the night were definitely going straight to her bladder.
"So Chrissy, what do you do," Jill said subtly crossing her legs and trying not to make it obvious. She was also trying not to let her leg shake too much, but she had to admit that after three beers she had to pee noticeably bad.
"Well I work at the hospital, and you don't get many breaks at the hospital, so it's always nice to have a break after work like this," she said smiling.
"Oh, so you're a doctor, I guess you don't get many breaks during the day, probably don't even get a chance to piss," Jill said not even realizing what she said until right afterwards and realizing how crazy that might make her sound, and also hoping that she didn't give away her own situation, because all she could think about at the moment was taking a piss. She definitely had a major case of bathrooms on the brain.
"Well when you work at a hospital you learn to develop a strong bladder and just sort of ignore it and play through the pain, so to speak." As Chrissy looked down at Jill's legs and saw how tightly crossed they were and how her foot was shaking when she mentioned pissing, suddenly it occurred to her what the situation was, and she smiled even wider. "Do you think maybe I can get you another drink?"
"Another drink," Jill said swallowing deeply and thinking of all that liquid that was already sloshing around in her bladder. But she could see that Chrissy seemed to be attracted to her and was smiling at her, and she didn't want to seem rude, so she simply nodded as she began drinking some more.
As Jill quickly finished her drink she could really feel the pressure in her bladder was mounting, but she didn't want to walk away from Chrissy, as she was the first girl who had shown any interest in her all night. At the same time though she had to pee incredibly bad, to the point where it was getting difficult for her to concentrate on the conversation.
"I like a lot of things recreationally when I'm not at the hospital, swimming, waterskiing, just sitting there and watching the water crash against the beach," Chrissy said smiling.
"It sounds like you like water an awful lot," Jill said pressing her knees together and trying to sit still. She was crossing her legs and trying to do it subtly, but she could feel her fingernails digging into her knees, because now she really was having a hard time hiding the fact that she had to pee.
"Yeah, I am kind of really into liquids in general, water, and I once went to Niagara Falls, I like the sound of gentle rain on a warm summer's night."
"You don't say," Jill said crossing her legs tightly.
"Is something the matter Jill it, looks like your mind might be elsewhere at the moment, I can understand if you don't find me interesting," Chrissy said as she frowned.
"No, I find you very interesting, in fact would you like to dance," Jill said suddenly thinking of that off the top of her head.
"I thought you'd never ask," Chrissy said as Jill very slowly got up from her seat, and that was when she felt all of that pressure just rushing to her bladder, to the point where she pretty much wanted to scream out and whimper.
The two of them started slowly dancing, but although Jill was enjoying this, she also had to admit that walking around however slowly was not helping her bladder situation any. In fact all she could think about at the moment was how badly she had to pee. Right now she didn't feel like dancing, the only dancing she felt like doing was pee dancing!
"This is nice Jill, do you think maybe I could buy you another drink," Chrissy said smiling.
"Well I already had quite a few drinks and everything, and I honestly think I'm getting a little bit full," Jill said meaning her stomach, but what she really meant was her bladder.
Chrissy smiled and Jill couldn't help but notice she looked like she had a fiendish smile. "Yeah I know what you mean, it's really hard when you are drinking and you feel really really really full, just that feeling of fullness and expansion until you feel like you could just pop or explode!"
Jill was trying to press her knees together and trying to focus on her conversation with Chrissy, but she needed a bathroom so bad that she was going out of her mind and could barely sit still.
"Chrissy can you excuse me for a second, I have to attend to something, but I will definitely be right back," Jill said.
"What's so urgent all of the sudden that you are going to leave me hanging?"
Jill didn't want to admit that she was about ready to piss herself, so she tried to think of something else to say. "It's just I came here with my friend Carlos and he's my ride and everything like that, so I just thought I should check in with him, because I haven't checked in with him in a while."
Jill had to admit it sounded like a lame response, and it sounded like she was evading the question, but it was the only way she could slink off quickly to the bathroom, with the pee practically going to her brain it was pretty much the only excuse she could think of right at that moment.
"Well I was thinking if you're not doing anything tonight maybe we can come home to my place, for you know coffee or something," Chrissy said smiling. For a moment that thought of filling her bladder up with coffee on top of all of the alcohol was not that appealing, but then she realized that coffee was code for another thing, and she wasn't about to turn that down.
"You know I think I will go tell Carlos that I have a ride home for now, then he won't feel obligated to stay here if he found some guy who he wants to go off with," Jill said. "I'll be right back."
Jill quickly started making her way towards the back of the bar where the bathrooms were, and she saw two bathrooms, one looked like a single user bathroom that had an out of order sign on the door, and then there was another door next to it that had some type of symbol on it that Jill didn't recognize.
"Well thank God this bathroom doesn't seem to have a line," Jill said as she very slowly and carefully opened the next bathroom door and walked into the door, where she was surprised to see three guys who were standing at three urinals peeing very loudly. "Oh sorry, I didn't know this was a men's room!"
"But it's not a men's room," one of the man said as he flushed the urinal. "They figured that since this was a mixed sex bar with lots of gay people that they would simply separate the toilets into toilets and urinals. If you need the toilet there is a single user toilet right next door. This is just sort of like an express lane for us to pee I suppose."
The sound of all of the guys peeing loudly at the urinals was driving Jill absolutely out of her mind.
"Yeah I saw that bathroom, and it was out of order, so I was figuring that this was sort of the other bathroom," Jill said crossing and then crossing her legs and bending at the knees.
"Well this room only has urinals, but it's a unisex room, so nothing stopping you," the guy said as he laughed and left the room leaving it empty with just Jill and the urinals.
"Well okay Jill you have to go to the bathroom bad, but not that bad," she said looking at the urinals but admitting that she would love to be able to use one right now if only she had the proper anatomical equipment.
"Hey Jill," Carlos said as he walked into the bathroom and walked over to the urinal where he began peeing loudly. "What are you doing in here?"
"It's a bathroom, what do you think?" Jill said before realizing how idiotic her statement was.
Carlos looked at the three urinals and began laughing. "I didn't know you knew how to use a urinal."
"Actually I don't, is there any other bathroom in this bar?"
"Just a single user toilet right next to this room, but I guess it's out of order, so I guess it's urinals only tonight," Carlos said as Jill began whimpering.
"Well isn't that just lovely," she said biting her lip and bearing down as she shifted frrom foot to foot.
"Hey Carlos, I hope you aren't checking out other guys in here," a man said as he entered into the restroom. "Who is this, your girlfriend?"
"Jill this is Marcelo, and I think that I'm probably going to be going home with him tonight, you think you could perhaps find another ride home?" Carlos said.
Jill suddenly remembered Chrissy. "Actually you know that probably won't be a problem, as I think that I found somebody, and I think that we will be leaving together shortly."
Marcelo was peeing really loudly and it was really making Jill grit her teeth.
"You know that's really great Jill, I am glad to see that you found somebody after all, see didn't I tell you would find somebody," Carlos said as Marcelo flushed at the urinal and came over to him. "Don't we make such a lovely couple?"
"Yeah, a match made in heaven," Jill said as she followed them out of the bathroom to see Chrissy was standing there.
"Everything come out okay," Chrissy said laughing.
Jill didn't want to admit that she was just standing there talking to some guys while they relieved themselves at the urinal, so she simply laughed back. "Yes something like that. So Chrissy do you think maybe we should be getting back to your place soon?"
"What's the rush," Chrissy said smiling. "Aren't we having a lot of fun here?"
Jill practically wanted to shout that she was ready to explode, but she didn't want to admit to Chrissy that she had just been in the bathroom and did not go.
"Yeah, I guess we could stay for a little while," Jill said as Chrissy grabbed her hands.
"Great, let's get out and bust some moves on the dance floor," Chrissy said dragging Jill to the center of the room where she was now the center of attention, just like she didn't want to be.
Jill started to act like she was calm and cool and collected, but she didn't want to move around too much, because she had to go to the bathroom really bad. Chrissy by contrast was dancing all around her.
"What's the matter Jill, you seem like you are a little bit distracted again, is something wrong?" Chrissy said looking at her and smiling in a way that she found fiendish for some reason.
Jill sort of silently walked over to her and whispered in her ear. "I was kind of shy about admitting this, but I really really need the bathroom right now, like an emergency."
"Already, didn't you just go to the bathroom a few minutes ago?" Chrissy smiled. "Wait a minute you used that room with the urinals in it didn't you, you probably thought that that was a unisex bathroom and then you realized they only had urinals for the guys. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as I made that mistake before too, I've been here a couple of times and it seems like the single user bathroom always gets clogged up, but it seems like the guys here always have an option, and since it seems like it's mostly guys here I guess that's all they care about as far as their clientele goes."
"You would think it would be better business if a bar provided more bathrooms because, then people would stay longer and drink more. I guess I should have expected as much though when I saw that there wasn't any line of women dancing around in front of the door to the bathroom. Anyway though, I really really really have to go and, well how far is it to your place exactly?"
Chrissy smiled. "It's not far. Out of my way everybody, my girlfriend needs to pee!" Chrissy said as she started pushing her way through the crowd."
Jill knew she must be blushing, as the last thing she wanted was to have it announced to the entire bar that her bladder was about to explode, but she simply followed behind Chrissy, as people seemed to be having a good laugh at their expense as she pulled Jill towards her car in the parking lot. Chrissy seemed like she was looking through her keys and taking her sweet ass time as Jill stood there dancing from leg to leg.
"Do you think that there any other places open right now that might have bathrooms," Jill said realizing that right now her bladder was ready to explode.
"Nope, I'm afraid that every place is closed except for this bar, which as you know only has receptacles that you don't really have the proper equipment for, although if you want I will hold your hands and you can back yourself up into the urinal like that and –"
"That's okay," Jill said blushing as Chrissy laughed loudly as she seemed to suddenly be really enjoying this predicament that she found herself in.
The two of them quickly got in the car as Chrissy began driving. Jill couldn't help but notice it seemed like she was going intentionally very slow, although maybe it just seemed that way because she was in a rush to get back to her place. It also seemed like she didn't make much of an effort to avoid speed bumps. It figured that they got stuck in traffic, and it seemed like a long way back to Chrissy's place.
Jill stood there shifting from leg to leg as Chrissy slowly opened the door to her house, and as soon as they were in Jill began frantically looking around to locate the bathroom.
"Where's the bathroom?!" Jill shouted, bending at the knees and practically whimpering.
"Follow me," Chrissy said as Jill followed her to the back of the house where she opened up the bathroom door before blocking Jill's way.
"Can you move for a second, I really need to use the bathroom right now," Jill said practically hopping up and down.
"Don't you want to have a little bit of fun with me though?" Chrissy said smiling.
"I really really do, but first I really really really need the bathroom."
"You really need the bathroom more than you need to have fun with me?"
What was she doing, Jill could barely concentrate, and now it seemed like this woman was playing mind games with her.
"If you want to have fun I would suggest that you start getting undressed right now," Chrissy said standing in the path of Jill's access to the toilet.
Reluctantly Jill started slipping out of her clothing, which was made more difficult by the fact that she was trying to do that while navigating a very full bladder with pissing herself on Chrissy's carpet. While she was doing that she heard a loud trickling noise and as she turned around she saw that Chrissy was sitting on the toilet with a very relaxed look on her face.
"What are you doing," Jill said turning to Chrissy sitting on the toilet seat smiling.
"What does it look like I am doing, I had to take a piss wicked bad, you have no idea," Chrissy said looking extremely relaxed before pulling up her skirt and flushing the toilet and coming towards Jill.
"I thought that you wanted to have fun first," Jill said now pressing her legs tightly together and feeling doubly vulnerable by the fact that she could be seen naked right now, and Chrissy was still remaining dressed.
"I did, I just thought that I would have a quick pee while you were getting undressed, but I'm totally ready to have fun now, so let's go."
"But what about," Jill said pointing towards the toilet.
Chrissy laughed. "You really would choose the toilet over me?"
"You know it doesn't have to be in either or thing."
"Well if you would rather use the toilet than have fun with me I don't know if I want you using my bathroom at all. Now do you want to have some fun or do you want to use the toilet?"
Jill couldn't remember the last time she needed a toilet so insanely bad, but as she was standing there with her legs tightly crossed, Chrissy began getting undressed, and was standing there naked in the doorway to the bathroom with a big smile on her face.
Jill swallowed deeply as Chrissy closed the bathroom door and they went to her bedroom, as Chrissy began kissing Jill and rubbing her body. Jill began kissing back, but she had to admit that she was still keeping her legs tightly crossed because she felt that her bladder was going to explode any second, and the fact that she was getting all excited now wasn't making that any easier.
"Careful, I am ticklish," Jill said realizing that was probably not the thing she should have said as she saw Chrissy's face burst out into the wildest smile she had ever seen.
As Chrissy pushed Jill down on the bed and began running her long fingernails over Jill's naked body, all she could think was that it was a good thing she was completely naked right now, as otherwise she would have pissed her pants. All she could hope was that Chrissy didn't mind a little bit of a wet bed now and again, but as Chrissy sat there on top of her with her hands on Jill's breasts, looking her in the eye, she thought that that was probably the last concern that she had, so she just figured she would sit back and enjoy herself.
"So how did things go with that woman at the bar," Carlos said the next day. "I hope the fact that the bathroom was out of order and that they only had urinals didn't ruin it for you, it didn't, did it?"
And as Jill thought back to the events of the night and how that one broken bathroom ended up defining everything else that happened afterwards she simply shook her head and smiled.
"No, it certainly didn't," she said laughing and Carlos could just shrug his shoulders and laugh with her. |
A/N: Another Peecember fic
Today is way too busy of a day for Hanataro. Busy days never mean anything good for him, and whenever he is run ragged, it is usually because a lot of people are hurt. He is needed every which way, and he does what he can to keep up with that demand, doing his best to make sure that he is quick and does not keep anyone waiting for too long. That being said, that means that his day is entirely ruled by factors outside of his control, and he is not able to take any time to worry about himself.
Which presents a problem when he first realizes that he needs to pee.
It is likely not the first sign of the need, either, judging from how sharp the twinge from his bladder is. More than likely, he has had to pee for a while now, and just did not notice because he has been so all over the place. Now, though, it is impossible to ignore, and even when he tries to push it to the back of his mind to keep focusing on his work, it just keeps coming back to him, to remind him that he has let himself get rather desperate.
Hanataro is not sure what to do about that, considering the fact that he has had no chance for a break so far, and likely is not going to get any sort of break, not for a while yet, not without asking for it first, at minimum. But if he asks for a break, he’s just going to make himself look weak, even amongst his squad, and he’s trying his best to build up a better reputation. Hanataro doesn’t want anyone doubting if he deserves to be where he is right now, so of course he can’t do anything that might mess that up.
So he just keeps ignoring his rapidly growing urge to pee, ignoring the way that his bladder continues to protest his every movement. It seems as if, now that he has finally registered said need, that he can’t push it out of his mind, and that it continues to get rapidly worse for him, the longer he spends not doing anything about it. Of course, it would get worse over time, but this seems a bit more intense than that. Hanataro is getting desperate, and he really does not know if he is going to be able to handle that much longer or not.
Maybe a lull in his work will come up soon enough. Maybe if he just keeps holding it, then it will all be worth it in the end, and everything will be just fine. Of course, that is seeming less and less likely by the moment, his movements becoming stiff as he tries to avoid anything that might make it more difficult on him. Just a little bit longer, he keeps telling himself, even though he really has no idea how much longer he actually has.
Whenever he can afford to be still for a moment- though he is never completely still, not with the way that he keeps fidgeting- he presses his thighs tightly together, as if that might help him keep it under control. It really does not offer all that much relief, not when he is already this far gone, but he still does what he can, still praying that he will be able to hold it until there is some sort of opening.
The only problem is, he is starting to realize that there will only be an opening if he makes one for himself. As much as he does not want to just run off and risk not being around when he is needed, he really does not know just how much more his poor bladder can take. And, honestly, he is not sure if he wants to find that out. Going missing for several minutes is a lot better than wetting himself in the middle of healing someone, when anyone would be able to see him doing it, including the patient, and more than likely one of his superiors.
It is so bad that he can’t really move swiftly anymore, so he moves as fast as he is able to. Anything to avoid losing control, anything to get somewhere private, before it’s too late. But it is already too late, he realizes, and much to his horror, he understands that he is not going to make it. The only thing he can do is disappear down a deserted corridor before the floodgates finally burst.
Hanataro’s shoulders sag as he begins wetting himself completely. For a moment, he is so caught up in the bliss of his relief that he does not fully register what he is doing. It feels too good to just be able to empty after being so fully for so long, and it is only when he hears the splatter of urine on the floor, having completely soaked through his clothes, that the horror of what he is doing finally sets in.
It doesn’t last long, though. Hanataro is tired, and this has only further exhausted him. He knows that he should be horribly humiliated, and he knows that he is going to have to put in some quick work to make sure that no one catches him like this, but even that does not feel like it is worth worrying about right now.
Right now, he really is just glad to have emptied his bladder. As long as no one finds out about this, then he supposes that he really has nothing to be humiliated about. This is something that he can easily keep to himself, so once he is done, he takes a moment to catch his breath, before he starts thinking about what he can do about this, and how he can make sure it is dealt with quickly enough that he is not away from his work for too long.
And, again, he has to make sure that no one else finds out he has done this.
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Preface: Just went through some older writings and decided to throw one out there for the crowd, a piece I jotted down maybe 6 or so years ago. The setting for it all is completely authentic; it is all taking place at my then-current workplace, an IT firm located in the centre of my town. The rest is completely made-up from beginning to end though, and as anyone familiar with IT customs in general can vouch for, it should be noted that I would probably have gotten into big trouble for even letting anyone from the outside into the building in the first place due to security reasons. But hey, that's what fantasies are for. Not necessarily a masterpiece but it'd be a shame to leave any stone unturned in case people will actually enjoy it.
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I work at an IT company here in town, not far from my home. It's situated in a large old brick building at the junction of four streets, one of which extends into a walking lane and further on to one of the town squares between a few building blocks. The office building is surrounded by a high picket fence and you have to pass through a gate with a coded tag to unlock it. The same goes for the inside of our office; you have to use your personal tag in order to get through the doors. The building itself is six stories high and our company occupies the three uppermost floors, my department being located at the very top. Inside the backdoor entrance at which you arrive when passing through the gate and across the yard there is an elevator which you have to ride in order to reach our floors.
Anyway, I was out during lunch break one day and just getting back to the office when I noticed a girl walking very awkwardly on the street leading to the junction. She looked really pretty, about 25-30 years old with long brown hair cut into bangs just above her eyes. She wore a tan leather jacket with a black blouse and a tight blue cotton skirt with black tights underneath. She hobbled across the junction towards me just outside the gate with a very worried and stressed look on her face and her legs criss-crossed as she walked. She was obviously desperate for a toilet, which was further confirmed as she approached me. She saw that I was about to open and pass through the gate.
"Excuse me...excuse me, please, I really really need a bathroom. Could I please come in with you and use the toilet? Please? It's an emergency!"
This was simply too good to be true but of course I seized the moment. Now, one policy at my work is that we are not allowed to simply let outside people in just like that but to make sure that they announce their arrival at the reception and receive a visitor card. That policy came in handy as I in all honesty could prolong her desperate wait by making that clear. I decided to take her along with me first though, in order to make sure she couldn't get away and get relief somewhere else.
I let her through the gate and followed her across the yard. She walked with crossed legs and her palms held in front of her skirt, although not quite grabbing herself, probably embarassed to do so in front of a stranger. I blipped the tag at the backdoor entrance and let her in. She moaned "Oh, ooohhh, where are the bathrooms?". I told her that we had to ride the elevator to the reception floor in order to get in. I pressed the elevator button and as luck would have it, I heard it descending from the top floor so we had to wait for maybe a minute before it arrived.
During that time she stood with tightly crossed legs and squirmed around with a really anxious look on her face. She occasionally bent her crossed legs to tighten them even further and held her hands clenched in fists down her sides.
Now, how could I make this last as long as possible?
After about a minute, the elevator opened and we got in. I pressed the button for the 4th floor and it started to ascend. I took the opportunity to explain to her:
"Now, we can't simply allow people in like this so I'll have to get a visitor card from our receptionist in order to let you into the bathroom. it's a security thing." Once again, this just so happened to be a hundred percent true, and not just me coming up with excuses to delay her.
"Oh god, please make it quick!" she gasped, "I... I really can't wait any longer!" I noticed her eyes where starting to get wet and she was sincerely afraid of losing it by now. I was so excited.
We reached the 4th floor and passed through the corridor. She walked with the same desperate cross-legged walk but by now she held herself through her thin cotton skirt as well. I blipped the door that led us through to the reception area but our receptionist hadn't yet arrived from her lunch break.
"She is due to be back at 1 PM and that is just now, so she will probably be back any minute, no worries", I stated casually. But the girl gasped in shock and bent down once again with her hands buried in her crotch.
The thing is that the reception area borders towards the canteen through a short hallway and just on the other side of the wall there are two bathrooms, but I was careful not to reveal any hints that her relief was just a few meters away. I was so nervous that she would discover that, just as I was that any of my colleagues would arrive and wonder what was going on (and show her the toilets). But we were alone there for the moment. I procrastinated on purpose to narrow her chances of making it as much as possible.
"Oh god! Please show me the bathroom, I will be quick! Can't we sort this out afterwards? I'm losing it!". She was so anxious by now that she almost started crying. She looked and sounded so helpless and I so wanted her to piss herself right there in the hallway!
I persisted on waiting for the receptionist when the girl suddenly tightened her legs against each other and a faint hiss was heard. I saw a couple of streaks down her pantihose and a slight drizzle on the floor around her feet. A wet patch quickly emerged on her skirt around her hands, desperately trying to prevent an accident. She gasped and moaned and just about started crying when she desperately uttered: "Oh no! Please, please, take me to a toilet!! Please!!"
Her cute and anxious plea almost made my heart melt. I was also afraid that she would start wandering around at find out about the bathrooms around the corner, so I sort of reluctantly suggested that we took the elevator to the top floor where my department was, and use the bathrooms there and sort out the visitor thing afterwards. I went to the hallway door and blipped it open and let her through. She was running with small, mincing steps along the hallway to the elevator. I pressed the button and it opened immediately. Damnit!
We both went inside and I pressed the 6th floor button and it started to ascend. She pressed her hands against her skirt and crossed her legs tightly, now softly crying from the embarassment. We reached the top floor in about 20 seconds and I decided to take a last chance to tip her desperation over the edge; What if I would have forgotten my keys and tag downstairs at the reception... It was a big gamble since I obviously had blipped us through the reception doorway, but I bet it all on that she hadn't thought of that in the haze of her urgent state.
As we stepped out and were faced with the door to our office floor, I started fumbling around in my pockets, pretending to look for my keys. She looked with big anticipating tear-filled eyes at what I was doing, still pressing her hands through her skirt. I then stated that I had lost my keys and that they must be laying somewhere in the reception area. She panicked: "You're joking!! I must get in now!! Oh please, don't do this!!!" she cried.
I pressed the button for the elevator again, trying to make the impression that I was hurrying things along. The elevator had left the top floor and reached the bottom since we got out of it so we would have to wait for it yet again.
That turned out to be the tipping point; she suddenly shrieked and clenched her legs together with all her might and crouched down slightly and I heard another muffled hiss as the patch on her skirt quickly spread around her gripping hands. Her wee sprinkled down her legs and dripped onto the floor. This was it, her bladder is overflowing, she is trapped here, cut off from all possible sources of relief. I was about to witness the cutest girl soak herself in total desperation!
But as fate would have it someone inside the office space was on his way out and the door suddenly clicked and opened. I silently cursed as I simultaneously tried to get my head together in order to explain what I was doing up here with an unfamiliar girl on the brink of wetting herself outside our office. One of my co-workers stepped through the door and looked quite puzzled at the sight of the devastated and humiliated girl, standing with her back leaning against the wall, bent halfway down with pee dripping from her skirt.
"Er... she needed a toilet so I promised that she could use ours..." was my ingenious reply to his yet unspoken confusion.
"Oh... oh dear! Get in here, quickly!" he replied as he grasped the emergency of the situation. "The toilets are over there, across the floor."
She reacted instantly on the invitation and waddled through the door, twisting her legs together as she hobbled forward toward the toilets at the far end of the office landscape. She was obviously continuing to wet herself slightly as she walked as the pee glistened down the back of her legs, leaving a trail on the grey floor. The staff sitting in their office booths were obviously startled by the whole spectacle. The humiliation must have been unbarable and her face was all red and teary.
She hadn't quite lost all control yet as she reached the toilet doors but her skirt was visibly wet both at the front and back.
She tried the first door, only to find it locked. She gasped loudly at the momentary shock of not finding salvation and tried the other door.
Guess what - occupied as well! Her very last chance of regaining even the smallest amount of dignity was denied at the finish line!
She started full-on crying her eyes out as her bladder started forcing out the vast remainder of its contents. It was like trying to hold the end of a faucet; the pee sprayed out between her tightly clenched legs, both downward onto her calves as well as outward through her skirt and hands where she was holding herself for dear life. She desperately tried the handle once again, all in vain of course, as her catastrophic wetting continued. Her skirt was all but totally soaked and the gusher went in every direction around her legs in a loud hiss, drenching her pantyhose and splashing onto the floor, leaving nothing to the imagination.
I couldn't help but feeling quilty, bearing quite a bit of responsibility for her accident, but I sort of hung up my consciense on the company's visitor policies. She was devastated though. The toilets remained occupied during the course of her wetting and when it finally stopped after over a minute of gushing and spraying she crouched down over the lake she had made with her hands over her face, helplessly crying.
I wanted to spare her as much further humiliation as possible so I led her back to the elevator and took her down to the reception floor where I told her to wait behind while I went and talked to our receptionist lady about how we could help her. She is a very nice and caring lady and was genuinely concerned for the poor girl. She took over from there and called for an acquaintance of the girl to come and pick her up.
I did feel bad for delaying her so long that she pissed herself, and in front of our office staff at that, but the reptile part of my brain couldn't help but feeling an enormous gratitude for being able to orchestrate such a glorious wetting incident.
Edited March 28, 2022 by Apan
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Hey all! This story was a story started by user BurstingBunnie, called The Urges of Ember the Dragoness, the link for it is here:
I highly recommend you read the first two chapters of this story before reading this one for context. I decided to add my own interpretation and conclusion for the story, as this one has not been updated in three years, and was left on a bit of a cliffhanger. This interpretation, should the author return to the original story, is considered "non-canon". The author's version, obviously, should supersede this interpretation, and I welcome the author to return to this story to finish it, or make another story with the same idea or characters. Personally, I really enjoyed the unique setting and scale of Ember, I might return to Ember and the idea of dragon omorashi since I had fun writing this so much.
Now, without further ado, her is my interpretation for the final part of The Urges of Ember the Dragoness!
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Ember exerted her flying strength to the best of her abilities, but could only feel all the liquid in her swollen abdomen slosh downwards and stretch her belly. Her poor bladder, weighing the tons and tons, was a weight too much for even her strength. And she was one of the strongest and fastest fliers of any dragoness. Male dragons were typically far superior in strength and speed to their female counterparts, but nevertheless, she was able to compete with most of the males on the off chance they came into contact.
The humans had seen the futile act of flight Ember had displayed, and the Doomsday preachers took notice, and Ember's sympathizers grew weary, but many were compassionate. The Doomsdayers called for war on Ember, as fear took a hold of their agenda. Many more humans grew understanding of their cause and joined in the rally, drowning out the rally of Ember’s supporters. The Doomsdayers hurled aggressions at poor Ember, and some started throwing stones at her. Her scales were plenty tough enough to outlast the thrown rocks - any dragon’s would - but nonetheless it filled her with sadness to see the village turn on her that she put in so much effort and desperation to save.
Ember considered trying to stand and walk away from the village and find a place to finally relieve her immense burden, slowly and urgently sloshing inside her huge bladder walls. However, she was afraid to move. The pressure on her poor urethra was beyond immense, implicitly applying it's pressure to her reproductive system, figuratively, as in the arousal from all the pressure, but also literally, as her G-spot ached and begged for something to be put inside it. As she clenched her huge dragon paws on her lower lips, she only just noticed how soaking wet she was. Her juices oozed out of her in preparation for a potential mate to thrust inside of her as she held on to her bladder's payload, moaning and growing as it pushed against her needy pussy and g-spot, only for her to release it all as she came, with enough energy as she roared to create winds to shake homes and trees. Oh… how badly she needed to piss and orgasm everywhere. A thought crossed her mind… Damn these humans, they are but an insignificant species to the might of dragons. The world and time would forget them, and in dragon age, they were mere toddlers. The urge to succumb to her needs mounted. Who in the world would care for a few generations of self-centered humans of one village?...
…Ember did. As much as her body begged her to think of herself, even a dragoness such as herself could not bear the guilt of drowning innocent creatures in such a gruesome way.
Ember mustered up her strength, wincing and grimacing as she uncrossed her legs. The townspeople quit their squabbling and took notice, nervous in anticipation whether their town was to be drenched in their fiery prophecy. Ember planted her feet, her voluptuous, sexy dragoness body on full display to the town. She blushed red as she knew her soaked, needy pussy lips were being exposed to the whole town, but she had to persevere. She began to stand, her huge bladder bulge again weighing her down. She felt like she drank -and processed- her entire weight in liquid, as she was a big and proud dragoness. The pressure was immense. Tears welled up I'm her eyes as she slowly continued her ascent. Her entire contents pushed down on her urethra and applied the most intense pressure on her G-spot and reproductive system as a whole. Her vision grew blurry as her heart raced and grew light headed. But she was almost there. She was about to click her knees into a fully standing position, standing high above the town…
But Ember leaked.
She moaned from the pressure, but it sounded like a roar to the townsfolk. A drop, at least a drop to Ember, dripped from her quivering urethra. However this drop was in actuality several gallons of hot piss. It splashed on the ground, creating a small crater and sprayed anyone too close.
Ember immediately collapsed from her own weight, digging her paws into her crotch and falling straight on her huge, curvy dragoness ass. The impact of her ass on the ground sent another leak spurting out of her bladder, to be caught by her paw. The impact sent shockwaves equivalent to small earthquakes throughout the village, and its inhabitants were in full panic mode, thinking the dragon they catered so well for was going to finally flood their poor settlement in a blaze of piss.
Ember gritted her sharp teeth and clenched her crotch and its respective muscles as much as she could. Her abdomen sloshed and wiggled up and down from the sudden impact, similar to that of a ball impacting the ground and rebounding skyward. The pressure, again, was unbearable. Ember's breath was heavy, with tears in her eyes, clenching down with more force than she ever had to before.
The townsfolk that ran to their homes and braced for the waves of amber, started to reemerge at the lack of such. They carefully looked around and back up at the clearly struggling Ember. She felt incredibly weak. Nothing and no one was able to best her strength, but now she was squirming and quivering from her own bladder, it visibly sloshing back and forth as she squirmed, her ass creating a stark imprint in the ground as she wiggled her thick ass into it. Damn it… she thought to herself. She was better than this. She is better than this. She needed to regain her composure. And so, she took a large breath, and consolidated her might to her sore and exhausted pelvic muscles, to recover some semblance of control over herself.
Which after some doing, finally took place. She exhaled after what felt like hours… which probably was a few hours it took the recompose herself. She didn't even have to hold herself by her puffy, hot nethers anymore, but she still sit with her dragon thighs squished together with enough force to turn the largest oak trees into splinters.
The village decided they needed to figure out what to do next. A threat seemed to loom over them, an unprecedented threat that seemed unavoidable and could not be moved. A meeting was held in the town square, and the most intellectual thinkers and leaders gathered and spoke to the nervous crowd, who glanced at the quivering, squirming dragoness from time to time.
The meeting described some solutions that could be taken, but people were split on both the urgency and how much they should invest in a solution. One member suggested they cut their losses and evacuate the city to become the domain of the dragon. Ember, who was able to hear the meeting thanks to supernatural senses. Agreed wholeheartedly, but still felt bad about destroying the homes and lives of the village people. To her dismay, the village was unwilling to leave, and it reflected in the public opinion. Another suggested digging a huge hole so the dragon could relieve herself. More libertarian villagers adamantly opposed, unwilling to devote the time and resources to such a project. Another side stated the logistical concern of how big to make it, and what would the village do with a massive lake, tens of thousands of gallons, with stinking yellow dragon piss. It was ultimately shot down, similarly to an idea to transport Ember the thousands of miles to an ocean via a giant "cart". Another idea sprung forth suggesting that large buckets be used, drawn by horses, to incrementally let Ember empty a little of her bladder over time, to be dumped at a discreet location. Immediately the idea was called into question: "What if the dragon couldn't control her stream?" Ember herself had faith but not certainty she could prevent that from happening.
Ember watched in anticipation as the wheels of democracy slowly turned. And slow and aggravating they were. Suggestions turned to arguments, arguments into insults. Ember bounced and jiggled her legs and wiggled her butt. She rolled her eyes at the inefficiency of humans. If dragons had a disagreement, over space or a hoard for example, it all came down to a matter of strength in a battle, sometimes to the death. Although uncommon, these battles were devastating, destroying whole forests and turning hills into mountains from the scars of battle. At least it was more concise than the systems humans put in place.
Finally, after hours of discussion, with the sun setting and Ember's bladder continuing to apply its immense pressure, every jiggle of her bulge sending shivers down her spine, and every pulse of her nether region sending arousal to her brain, a conclusion was reached. A more conservative group emerged that wished to keep efforts and costs low, and they proposed engineering a "plug" to keep the dragon's bladder at bay, until the next generations, which they agree to be more advanced and resourceful, can deal with the needs of the dragon. The general public seemed to like this approach, and little opposition was present.
Ember was aghast at the idea and blushed red at the thought of the humans inserting a plug into her dragonhood… But her interest was piqued. How well could a human invention stand to the might of a dragon and her bladder? And if it did, the thought of having her bladder be plugged and test her limits was tantalizing. Perhaps, as the mantra goes, dragons can hold forever. She could be the first dragon to have some so, and holding could take this already immense pressure on her reproductive organs and make her sexual endeavors that much more blissful. She could only imagine the feeling of finding another strong, powerful dragon of the opposite sex, bending her over, and fucking her senseless as he presses his scaly organ deep into her, pushing and prodding her bladder's walls, making her feel a great matter of sensual pleasure, making her roar and moan, perhaps even spit fire as she has done in the past. And when all was said and done, the dragon would cum hundreds and hundreds of gallons straight into her womb, filling her up much like her bladder has filled her thus far. She would cum along with him, roaring loud enough to shear the leaves off of trees and uproot them with the boom of her orgasm, that would send both shakes down her body and the Earth.
Or… or she could find a guild of male dragons, and submit to them, letting them do whatever they please to her and her bladder, all without spilling a single drop of her payload. They could make her drink, push on her, even engulf her in their fire or be used solely as a vessel for their sexual desires, covering her and filling her up with their semen. She prayed to be used as such until her next hibernation, or even past that.
She also thought of touring the world for other dragonesses, and challenging them to a contest of strength regarding their bladders. They could drink entire lakes and seas and see which would be the first to release their bladders of thousands of gallons of piss. Ember might be cheating with the plug, but her bladders sheer tenacity would earn respect on its own. Perhaps it could train her to hold those loads on her own. Having won a contest, Ember could get the dragoness to submit to her, and she could have a harem of desperate (she would forbid them from relieving themselves, of course) dragonesses for her exploitation, and her sexual pleasure whenever she needed it. Her mind wandered to a great variety and quantity of sexual fantasies. Her paws snaked their way down to her crotch to grab a hold of herself, the pressure of her bladder mounting ever so prominently, but also to very gently rub her clit, being nearly the size of a person. She cooed softly at the sensual touch and her runaway arousal as her dreams went wild envisioning the great fun and pleasure she could have.
Her daydreaming went on for some time. Her tongue lolled out and her eyes squint closed and she caressed, squeezed, and rubbed her horribly needy clit. However, the feeling lasted for only what appeared to be a short while, as the rays of the sun and the murmurs of the town awoke her. She opened her eyes, it was morning now, she must have been daydreaming those lewd thoughts all night. The cluster of town inhabitants stood within very close proximity to her crotch, her quivering pussy in full view of them. She blushed horribly as they motioned up and down and talked amongst themselves. The group all looked fairly smart, Ember thought it might have been a group of the village’s smartest people to address their problem. She remembered the town's idea of a plug, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed but also excited for its “installation”.
The members of the group reached a consensus, it seemed, and motioned a group to come forward. Out came a large wagon, with a completely peeled and sanded tree trunk, just big enough to fit her urethra, it would seem, carried by a number of peasants. Ember grew flushed as she could feel herself sweat. The anticipation was also making her need much more precedent. She tried to avoid covering herself, but curled her toes and clenched her teeth keeping her flood at bay.
The wagon had reached its destination, right at the level of her urethral opening. Ember breathed deep and heavy breaths as she tried to maintain her composure. She could tell just by looking at it, that the trunk was still definitely too big to fit, at least conventionally. However, she only just noticed how slick and wet she still was around her crotch. Her pussy was soaking wet with her teasing and self-indulgence and daydreaming, which extended to her urethral opening, serving as a lubricant, making the opening slick and slippery.
Some of the men jumped on the wagon, and began pulling and stretching her urethra’s opening. “Mmmmmf!!~” She barely contained a moan and rolled her eyes back in pleasure. Her poor peehole was so sensitive and sore from her endeavors that the human’s tiny hands sent amazing sensations to her brain. They could barely get a grip to pull it open, as it was so well-lubricated. Some other men began to push the end of the trunk into her urethra while the others held it open. It prodded the opening, sending more sensations of pleasure and anticipation within Ember. She gripped her scally thighs as the nipples on her breasts began to harden like boulders. The men began to very slowly push the trunk inside her. Ember was in pure bliss, she felt she was on the verge of cumming violently from all these feelings. She pinched and twisted her right nipple as she clenched her left thigh with intense strength. The more they pushed, the more Ember began to reach the tipping point of releasing her pent up sexual need. She could feel herself getting closer… and closer… and closer… She could feel it, that burning release she had been craving for over a millenia… It was right there… just… a bit… more…
But the townsfolk stopped pushing the trunk. It was now solidly in her puffy, quivering urethra, and felt no need to keep pushing. “No! Please! Keep pushing! I’m so close!”. Ember was desperate and enraged that she was so near her release. The pressure to orgasm and to piss the volume of lakes was immense, and the trunk exacerbated both, but now it wasn’t enough to please her. Ember could only sigh in disappointment. But in the meantime, the village revoiced. They felt they were victorious in the threat over their settlement, providing a strong but temporary solution to their problem, to be solved by their future generations. Ember was less certain of the plug’s durability. She felt that if she pushed even a little hard, or made one wrong move, or God forbid: orgasm, it would shoot out as a projectile and drown the village in their prophecy, providing Ember with the intense relief and satisfaction she desperately craved, but was ultimately not worth taking the innocent lives of thousands of humans. She decided to let the humans have their victory. At the very least, she would not have the threat of leaking under normal circumstances. Despite the added assurance, Ember decided not to take any unnecessary risks by standing or walking, with flying now an impossibility. She made herself comfortable in the patch of land she had been sitting in for the past couple days.
It had been a few weeks now, and Ember was still holding on tight, with her new lid firmly on the overflowing bottle of her bladder. Her belly extended so far she couldn’t see the top half of her thighs. The pressure of her bladder of many lakes pushed on all aspects of her body immensely. The rainy season’s rains only added to her pressure. On some days a downpour would torrent on Ember. If the torrents happened while she slept, her dreams were filled with the thoughts of those rains adding each and every drop to her ginormous capacity. It could be said with certainty, that Ember held the most any dragon, nay, any thing has ever held before.
And Ember loved it.
The pressure on her urethra, on her body, on her libido, everywhere pressure could be felt, it was there, and she loved it all. Liquid sloshed inside of her, bouncing her belly back and forth, up and down as she moved every so slightly. Despite her bladder’s condition, she still craved more. During the downpours she would open her jaws to the sky and inhale more and more of the rain’s water, adding perhaps another couple hundred, if not thousands, of gallons of liquid to her gargantuan tank. Not because she was thirsty, but just so she could see just how far she could go. She had been slowly and secretly playing with herself those weeks as well, she was so incredibly sensitive from all the pressure, that just by touching her clit she risked orgasming everywhere and releasing her contents all over the village. She regrettably remained mostly abstinent from her indulgence, but it was truly starting to weigh on her.
And she truly, truly, needed to pee.
Even as the dragon montra goes, with dragons never needing to pee and all, Ember had to admit to herself that after drinking perhaps an oceans worth of water, it was only a matter of time before she would burst everywhere. The tree trunk that had remained in her urethra for all those weeks was beginning to loosen, the pressure slowly working it out of her. Yet, the townspeople took no notice or care in Ember, despite her plainly obvious condition. They had no understanding, so they remained blissfully unaware of the impending doom they thought they had solved for the time being. Ember put a paw on her belly, it was completely firm. It had no give, and now, no more room to expand. By this point, there was little she could do but try to hold back the inevitable. She clawed at her crotch to try to push the plug far enough into her urethra, to no avail: the pressure slid it back out just after she would push it back in, every time. She breathed heavily, just trying her absolute hardest to remain in control that was slowly slipping from her.
But on this Spring afternoon, something felt a bit off to Ember. As a dragoness, she was notably in touch with her surroundings, even in her desperate state. She could feel the ground shake, and it felt as if something was… moving, no, churning inside of the Earth. Suddenly, the churning sensation started to turn to a slight rumble.
Uh oh. Ember recognized almost immediately what was going on. She has been on this Earth for many eras and witnessed many of these events. The rumble grew stronger, the people of the village looked around in confused concern. And then, the Earth began to shake. The shaking sensation was much felt by Ember’s bladder, her firm abdomen sloshing back and forth as the ground shook. She clawed her crotch, barely able to reach it around her hugely distended belly. The shaking grew more and more in intensity, people fled to their homes, screaming and panicking.
Suddenly, a cracking boom was heard all over the village. It came from the mountain that Ember used to call her den. The mountain was beginning to collapse in on itself! The mountain imploded, as suddenly huge clouds of ash began to erupt out of the side of the mountain. No doubt about it, the large mountain that Ember called her den was actually a dormant volcano! It explains why the mountain’s insides were nice and warm, she thought. The implosion opened a crater inside the mountain, and hot magma began pouring out and flowing quickly towards the village! Ember had seen eruptions before, but this volcano had produced the most magma she had ever seen, it would absolutely drown the village in fiery death no sooner than a minute!
Ember knew what she had to do.
Perhaps on instinct, perhaps due to her absolutely insanely desperate need, she made up her mind to save the village, once again. But first she had to position herself between the village and the flow. The magma flow was approaching the East side of the village; she was at the North. She would have to stand and move in order to meet it, and fast. As quickly as she could, she began to stand up, her bladder violently protesting ,trying to release several leaks as she moved. She grew light headed from standing up so fast, and moaned at the sensation. She still had her paws firmly in her crotch. She paced over to the East side, her staggered steps ringing thuds that shook the Earth. Her bladder tried to spurt and release its contents at every step. Her bladder had enough, it wanted out.
Ember managed to reach the East side of the village perimeter, the flow advancing strongly towards her, the heat of the lava warming her where she stood. Her bladder was pushing with incredible force, Ember’s vision grew fuzzy as she breathed very heavily. The tree trunk that was stuffed into her uterus was slipping out, and splintering from the force it had kept at bay for so long. This is it, Ember knew exactly what she had to do.
She fell down on her thick rump, laid back, legs spread, and pushed with all her strength.
The tree trunk flew out like a projectile, and the frothing, boiling piss, trapped in her for millennia from before her hibernation, sprayed out in a similar fashion. Ember roared violently at the pleasure and satisfaction she experienced, and immediately dug her paw onto her clit, to which it took only a few strong strokes for her to orgasm the most amazing and violent orgasm she had ever experienced. The piss poured out like the strongest waterfall on Earth, and cooled and hardened the lava, stopping it in its tracks! The piss misted into the air on contact with the magma, so there was no risk of Ember flooding the valley of the village.
Ember’s piss and sustained orgasm lasted for hours, all the liquid inside of her taking its time to come out, but still shot out with such incredible force it could carve a canyon into the hardest rock. Ember was in pure bliss. The only thing that could make it better was a giant dragon cock being stuffed inside her as she released, but she could hardly complain. But as the day turned to evening, Ember’s torrential waterfall turned into a river, then to a stream, then to a trickle, then nothing at all. The volcano had similarly emptied its contents, the magma hardened into a unique obsidian that shined a glossy black. Ember felt weak and limp, but was completely, totally satisfied. Her breath was heavy, and she was tired. But eventually, she mustered her strength to look back at the village she had saved. They looked at her, utterly flabbergasted, but erupted into cheers and celebration at their savior, once again. The prophecy came true, somewhat, but the boiling yellow rivers were to save their village, not to destroy it. A celebration bigger than the last was held, with more partying, drinking, and even praying and blessing the dragoness, as to some, she was a goddess. Ember was flattered, but was too exhausted to do much of anything else. The same as before, she was offered expensive wine and the best animals the farms could slaughter for her consumption, which she accepted gracefully. She once again drank a strong amount of alcohol and other beverages, which made its way through her tired kidneys and to her battle-scarred bladder. But she could hardly care, she was so exhausted. She dozed off to sleep as the partying continued into the night.
Ember awoke to the whole town bowing and praying to her. As a sign of good fortune, they continued their offerings, but Ember knew she had overstayed her welcome, by some time. She felt much lighter, shedding perhaps her entire body weight in urine. She felt flight come back to her as easy as ever, and her stomach, still bloated as it was recovering, was much, much smaller. Ember bowed back to the village, which gave one last hurrah back to Ember. She beat her wings, and began to take off to the skies, to explore the world once more after her hibernation, seeking the company of other dragons, particularly male ones - despite her pleasure, she wouldn’t feel totally fulfilled without something extra.
She flew a thousand miles, before coming across a lake and feeling thirsty, to which she gulped nearly half its volume. Her belly full of liquid, she took to the sky, this weight meaning little to her by now.
She flew another couple thousand miles, before reaching a shoreline over a massive ocean. The sight of all that water made Ember start to feel the very first urges of needing to piss, rather unprecedented being so soon after her immense relief.
Ember ignored the urge, and continued to fly over the ocean, opting to hold it.
The End |
A/N: I wrote this back for Peecember!
Jean can’t remember when her last break was, nor does she know when she is going to be able to take one again. Maybe she has not stopped at all today- that would honestly not surprise her at all. The Acting Grand Master is always so busy that she can hardly think straight, and barely even has time to take care of herself. That often means that her own needs are pushed to the side, which means that she once again finds herself so desperate to pee that she can hardly stand it, while also with no way of knowing when she is going to be able to go take care of that.
This happens far more often than she would prefer. Really, it happens nearly daily, and it seems that, no matter how careful she is about what she has to drink and when, she is still never able to avoid the moment when her bladder reaches a critical point, when it is time for her to start panicking about whether or not she is going to make it to the bathroom before it is too late. Though she has not had any accidents yet, that does not mean that she is ever confident in herself, not when she is often pushed to the very last minute, usually leaking a little bit, just never enough to be seen by anyone else.
It is never a good idea to let her guard down, nor is it a good idea to be confident or careless. At any point, she could get stuck in a situation that might be impossible to get out of until it’s too late, so she has to be as careful as possible, always forcing herself to keep holding on for as long as she can, and always looking for an opportunity that she might be able to make some sort of excuse, or slip away for her break. Whatever it takes to keep herself under control until she is actually able to properly relieve herself.
Today is a rather difficult day for her, as she finds her desperation growing much too rapidly, making her worry about just how long she can actually keep this up. Jean seriously needs to pee, her bladder so full that it hurts, and no matter what, it seems like she just can’t catch a break. Anything that could go wrong today has, and she has had meeting after meeting, and incident after incident that she has to resolve in between. No matter when she thinks she might have a chance to get away, something always happens to ensure that she can’t, and that she has to keep waiting it out, ignoring the pangs from her bladder while also trying to pretend that nothing is bothering her.
Not only can she not let her desperation get the better of her, but she also can’t let onto it with anyone else. She has to make sure no one can tell that she is struggling not to wet herself. It would not look good on her if it were obvious that, no matter how hard she tries to be good at her job, that she just can’t help but get carried away in her need to empty her bladder. Someone in her position should have more control, should be able to restrain herself no matter what it is.
That is what Jean believes, and that is why she can’t give in. She can’t be late to a meeting to empty her bladder, she can’t be delayed in assisting someone to empty her bladder, and she can never let anyone see that she’s struggling not to lose control. When her steps become stiff, she pretends that she’s just sore; if someone notices a pained expression on her face, she has some sort of excuse that has them believing it’s just her reflecting on the most recent incident that she has had to resolve.
All the while, things are getting worse and worse for her, and today, she is more worried than ever. Looking at the day before her, it’s just meeting after meeting, with tiny windows for breaks that will no doubt continue to be stolen from her by incidents or questions, and she already feels as though she has reached her limit. Her panties are damp, and her pants are far too light to hide it if she leaks too much more. Her panic is growing by the moment, but she can’t think of anything to do.
Except disappear, abandoning her responsibilities just for the moment, just to do whatever it takes to avoid the very fate that she is trying to avoid. It goes against everything that she has forced herself to practice, but her absolute need to not humiliate herself in the middle of a meeting wins out in the end, and Jean finds herself fleeing, knowing already that the bathroom is not going to be an option, not if she wants to remain dry while in view of anyone that happens by her. The only option that she has is her office, where she can at least be alone before it finally happens.
Even with that in mind, Jean barely makes it into the room before it happens. The door closes behind her, and she leans back against it as she pisses herself full force, the stream so powerful that she knows she never would have been able to stop it, had this started when she was busy. Jean slumps back against the door, shoulders sagging as she sighs with relief. It feels so good that she can forget, for a moment, that she still has a pretty big problem to deal with, that she still has a lot of cleanup to worry about. Cleanup that is going to take time and will be very hard to hide from others, and will get in the way of her perfectly planned day.
But in the moment, it is hard to even worry about that, when she can just be relieved that she did not do this with any sort of audience.
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One Shot -This one shot is going to be based on one of my own fantasies. Let me know if you want to hear stories involving more of my fantasies as well!
Characters: Cassandra/Cass (representing me, pronouns she/her), Aidan (a friend of Cass, omo situation happens to him, pronouns he/him), Jayden (Jay, best friend of Cass, side character, pronouns he/him). There ages are around 19-21. Cass’ personality is meant to represent mine, although not my current situation or family dynamic, which i don’t typically see in omo stories, so sorry if it’s a bit different.
I’ll let you picture the characters’ physical descriptions however you’d like, as that’s what I prefer to do when reading!
… Although I will add that Aidan is around 5’10-6ft, and Cass is 5’7-5’8
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*Phone ringing*
Cassandra had just finished getting ready for the day, and went back to her room to answer her phone. It was her friend Aidan. They’d been friends for a little less than a couple years, and they hadn’t seen each other for about two months.
“Hey!” Cass answered cheerfully.
“Hey, Cass! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today? I haven’t seen you in forever,” he chuckled a bit nervously.
“Oh, definitely! I actually have some errands to run today though, and I have to go over to the apartment complex to check one of the units that someone just moved out of. Would you want to come along?”
“Oh, yeah sure.”
“Okay, I’ll pick you up in ten.” She hung up and grabbed her things to leave.
Aidan didn’t live very far from her house, so she got there in no time. And in true Aidan fashion, he was waiting for her on the front step and gave an awkward smile as he stood up and walked to Cass’ truck.
“Hey,” he said as he struggled a bit to climb up in the truck, “Did you raise the lift on this? I swear it wasn’t this high the last time I rode in here!” He chuckled.
Cass let out a laugh, “No, your just getting shorter,” she snorted. There was a pause of silence as they looked at each other, which was immediately followed by laughter from the both of them.
“That will never get old,” Aidan said out of breath.
“Never,” Cass agreed,” Hey, do you want to get Dunkin’? I need food.”
“Of course you do,” Aidan chuckled, ”I’m down though, I’m parched.”
They went to Dunkin’ and ordered some breakfast. Cass got a Strawberry frosted donut and a small peach passion fruit refresher, while Aidan got a glazed donut and a large iced latte.
They ran a couple errands over the next two hours and soon it was lunch time.
“Hey I’m gonna stop and get diesel before we get lunch, my tank is at less than a quarter.” Cass announced.
“Okay.” Aidan agreed seemingly without an issue.
Cassandra drove to the gas station and went inside to pay. While she was in there, she decided to use the bathroom.
After about five minutes, she came back out to the truck, and began filling the tank. She looked in the truck where Aidan was sitting. She noted that he hadn’t seemed to notice that she was back, and he seemed a bit restless, although that was pretty typical for him.
“Hey!” she tapped on the window.
“Jesus!” Aidan jumped a bit startled, “You scared the shit out of me!” They both laughed.
After the tank was full, Cassandra got back in the car and they headed to get lunch.
“You feeling anything in particular for lunch?” Cassandra asked, already knowing the answer to the question.
“Oh, I don’t know. You pick.” Of course.
“Chick-fil-a sound good?” she suggested when she saw the sign up ahead.
“Yeah.”
They both ordered meals, Cassandra a medium, Aidan a large.
After they ate, they went to pick up Cassandra’s niece from Cass’ aunt, and drop her off at her other aunt’s house. In total, that took about an hour.
When she got back in the truck, Cassandra noticed Aidan shifting around uncomfortably. She had a theory of what was wrong, but she didn’t dare to ask him unless he brought it up.
The thing about Aidan, was that he was really shy. Especially when it came to something as private, as personal as needing the bathroom.
“Hey, I have to run to Academy real quick before we head over to the complex. Jay asked me to look at ammo for him.” She hoped this would give him the opportunity to step away for a moment to… take care of things.
“Okay.” he replied shortly.
They arrived at Academy within a few minutes. Once inside, Cassandra called her best friend, Jayden, to ask him about what kind of ammo he needed.
“What do you want, ya heifer?” Jayden answered in the most hick accent anyone could imagine.
“Hahaha, you know, that’s sooo much funnier than the first three hundred times you’ve called me that.” she replied sarcastically.
“C’mon Cass, you know I’m just teasing you.”
“I’m very aware, Jay. I’m at Academy, what kind of ammo were you wanting me to look at?” Jay quickly explained what he needed.
“Hey, my mom’s calling me. Text me if you find it!”
“See ya, stupid.” she replied with love. As she turned to looked back at Aidan, she noticed he was still there. He was shuffling back and forth awkwardly, red faced, with his thighs glued together. Almost as if on cue, he let out a small huff and bent over at the waist.
“Are you okay?” Cassandra questioned sympathetically.
He quickly straightened up, and looked pretty embarrassed.
“Oh, um- yeah. I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be right back.” he immediately hurried off towards the back of the store where the bathrooms were located. She quickly found what she was looking for and went to check out.
Cassandra was glad he finally got a chance to go, although she did find that sight of him desperately wiggling around quite arousing.
However, after no more than a minute, Aidan appeared again looking extremely worried, almost as if he was going to cry.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked him concerned.
“I- um,” he swallowed nervously. He was shaking with his hands tightly squeezing his hips. In almost a whisper, he managed, “the, um- the bathrooms were closed.” He wouldn’t look her in the eye.
“Oh, okay,” she replied. She felt pretty bad about his predicament. “Well, I’m done here, so we can leave now.”
“Okay.” He choked out, only looking slightly relieved.
They went outside and got into Cass’ truck.
“Do you want me to stop somewhere?” She asked. He shook his head and said to just head over to the pick-up area. It was only a ten minute bus ride from there, and he assured her he could wait.
Cassandra’s parents owned a small building of apartments in a neighborhood right outside of town. There was a bit of a strange way of getting to the neighborhood. They would have to drive to a parking area, where they would wait for a bus to pick them up and take them to the neighborhood.
It was a short drive to the parking area, and they arrived there within minutes.
“Fuck.” Aidan exclaimed softly as they parked.
“What’s wrong?”
“I really need to go to the bathroom.” he shifted uncomfortably. Cassandra gave a sympathetic smile. She was worried for him. He must be seriously desperate for him to be this open to her.
As they climbed out of the truck, she heard painful whimpers and a mumbled shit. She walked around to the other side of the truck to find him bent over at the waist with his hands. She walked over and bent down next to him.
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” she said encouragingly. They walked over to the bench at the bus stop and Aidan immediately sat down and burried his face in his hands.
“Fuck, Cass. I’m so sorry,” he choked out, “this is so embarrassing. I have to pee so bad.”
Cassandra’s heart sank for him. She scooted next to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
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I kind of lost motivation to finish this one, and it feels a bit like i’m mashing take senerios together. i still figured i’d post what i have! i’ll put a part two in a comment below if i figure out what i want to do with this one. |
A/N: Another one I had written for Peecember
“Nate…” Roxie says, staring him down in a way that he is not sure he likes. He is already not feeling too great right now, and the way she gives him that knowing look honestly only makes things worse for him. “Is something wrong?”
The teasing smirk on her face might have made his heart skip a beat at another time. There is a lot about her that makes his heart want to skip a beat after all. If he were not so desperate for this gym battle to end, then he would be a lot more keen on studying her, letting it drag out just so that he could spend more time in her presence, because she’s just that cool. Way too cool for him, but so cool he can’t help but want to get to know her.
“Nothing,” he replies, but he speaks too quickly, and immediately, he can tell that she has him all figured out, way too easily. He stiffens a bit, and she zeroes in on that, smirking even more. Yeah, she definitely has him figured out, and he would give anything to just fall through the floor right now, or better yet, completely disappear.
“Do you have to pee or something?” she asks, hitting the nail on the head. Nate flinches, and can feel his face going red.
So maybe it was a bad idea to not go to the bathroom before he came in here. Maybe it was a bad idea to assume this gym wouldn’t be too difficult when all he has is a few much weaker Pokemon, and a Snivy that is at a disadvantage right now. Maybe it felt manageable when he first started battling her trainers, but now, he is so desperate he can’t even stand still, and even though he has managed to survive this long, and might even be able to win this if he keeps it up, the fact remains that it has been a very long battle to get him to this point, and he knows it will be a much longer wait before he can get out of here.
And he has to pee now.
“It’s not really a big deal,” is all that he says, trying to seem casual about it, while also not bothering to lie to her, when he knows that she has him figured out. There is no way he ever could have looked cool in front of her, but now, he is afraid that he is just going to look downright pathetic.
“It looks like it’s pretty bad to me,” she teases him. Has she noticed every time that he has had to shift his weight from foot to foot? “Are you sure you don’t need a little break? I mean, you’d have to forfeit the battle, but after you’d taken care of that, we could start all over.”
“No way, that’s not gonna happen,” he snaps, pressing his thighs together even while he speaks. “I’m going to be just fine, you’ve got nothing to worry about there.”
“Oh, I’m not worried about anything. Whether you piss yourself trying to beat me or not is no concern of mine!” Roxie says. He isn’t sure how to describe the way he feels when she taunts him, but it mingles with his humiliation in such a strange way that it makes it difficult for him to process. Right now, he has way too much going on to really worry about something like that, or maybe he just knows that it will be much easier for him if he doesn’t think about why he almost might like it.
He is getting to the point where this is feeling critical. As much as he hates to admit it, she is probably right about him needing to forfeit for a break, but he can’t just do something like that. Not when he has made it this far, and not when he knows it will give her immense satisfaction just to see him turn tail and run. He tries not to think about the satisfaction she will no doubt get if he does not make it, or the way that satisfaction is going to make him feel.
That being said, he knows that he does not have all that much longer left. He knows that he is at the end of his rope and that the battle is still in full swing, and that he can’t stand still, that he can’t resist the urge to just hold himself to try and hold out a little while longer. He is aware of Roxie laughing at this, and all these weird feelings make it that much harder to concentrate, until it is too late for him.
Nate really does not make it that long after Roxie figuring out what the problem is. He certainly does not make it to the end of the battle, not even close, and when he loses control, it is easy to tell what is happening. In no time at all, he has soaked through his shorts, the stain spreading across the front, in full view of the smug gym leader. Humiliation washes over him, as does relief, but there is something else beneath all of that, a feeling that leaves him flushed and not sure how to react.
But Roxie is flushed too, even as she smirks at him and teases him for what he has done. The slightest hint of pink to her cheeks makes him wonder if he is alone in feeling like this, or if she is just as excited as he is right now. By the time he has finished emptying his bladder, he still does not have any answers, nor does he think now is a good time to ask. After all, he pissed himself to get to this point in the battle, so there is no way he is letting anything distract him from getting his gym badge now.
After it is all over, though…he might just have to ask Roxie some personal questions.
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A/N: A story originally posted in two parts, in which Aizen makes both Momo and Loly wet themselves just cos.
When Momo is asked something of her captain, she does it. From the moment she first met Aizen, she knew that he was the sort of captain that she could follow to the ends of the earth, the sort of man deserving of utmost respect. Growing and becoming his lieutenant really felt like a dream come true, and to this day, she still does everything she can to make sure that he does not regret his decision. More than anything in the world, Momo wants her captain to be proud of her.
So when he asks her to simply sit with him for a while, of course she is going to do it. That is not only an easy task, but one that involves her spending time with the man she admires. It is certainly not something that she would try to get out of in any way, even if that means ignoring the way that her bladder keeps nagging at her.
Momo is not sure when it first began, but she knows that it is really starting to get bad. The timing could not be worse, because there is no way she is going to interrupt time spent with her captain for something like needing to relieve herself. She has trained hard for so many things, and she is not going to let her bladder be the thing that gets in her way right now. It does not matter how badly she ends up needing to pee, she is going to wait until Aizen dismisses her.
She loves to listen to his voice, loves to talk to him about just about anything. Her captain is an intelligent and charismatic man, and she knows there must be a lot of people who would do anything to have the chances that she does. She knows that she is luckier than anyone, but for the first time, she catches herself thinking about just how long winded he can be, and just how hard it is to pay attention to him when there is something else on her mind.
Momo knows that she needs to value every word that he says to her, but each twinge from her bladder makes him forget it entirely, and then she has lost her place in the conversation. At the very least, he does not ask for much input from her in return, so she can nod along and pretend to listen, but that does not change the fact that she feels very bad about not knowing what he is talking about now.
She tries her best to sit still, but every now and then, she just can’t resist shifting or squirming. Her bladder feels so heavy and full, and she knows just squirming a bit could help her feel a lot better about it. All she can do is make subtle movements and pray all the while that Aizen is too caught up in his side of the conversation to even notice that she has done it. Immediately, she is self-conscious, but he shows no sign of registering it, so she assumes she is safe.
Momo is entirely incorrect, about the entire situation. Sosuke is completely aware of everything going on with her, just curious to see how far she’s going to push herself for his sake. Momo has been a lot of fun from the start, not even needing that much work to become so loyal to him, so over time, he has been able to twist that devotion more and more, until he finds her here, fists white from how tight she is clenching them, trying so hard not to wet herself in front of him, but not willing to request any sort of break.
He is not going to let up until it happens, of course.
She does try to hide it very well, but it becomes more and more obvious as time goes on, and he does a good job of pretending not to notice, making her think that she can get away with more and more, until she is not sitting still at all. The strain in her face is adorable, and it is getting to the point that she has started to realize she isn’t going to have a chance unless she makes one for herself. Just as Sosuke is wondering if she wills anything or not, she speaks up.
“Um, captain, is it alright if I…if I come right back…? I just need to…” She can’t even bring herself to say it directly.
“You’re not going to make it anyway, so why don’t you just stay right here?” he replies, his tone so soft and casual that Momo just stares at him for a moment, trying to process what he’s said. She had just been about to rise, but now she doesn’t know what to do. In response to the troubled expression on her face, he adds, “You’ve done well fighting it, but you don’t have to fight it anymore. Go on, Momo. Just go ahead and let it out now, so you don’t have to keep hurting anymore.”
She hesitates, even starts to protest a few times, but every time, the expression on his face, gentle yet insistent, stops her. Sosuke has made it clear to her what he expects, and now, Momo is going to show him if she is blindly loyal enough to just do it, or if she will defy him, will try and get away, even knowing that she will not make it either way. He wants to see how far her loyalty goes, he wants to see if she will just do it…
She sits back down completely, staring at her lap, face going red as her shoulders relax. In no time, a puddle begins to spread on the floor beneath her, and she ducks her head lower in shame. Softly, she says, “I’m sorry, Captain, I…I’m making such a mess…”
“You have nothing to apologize for, Momo. You only did what I told you to do,” he replies, giving her that warm smile that always gets him exactly what he wants from her. Whether she is actually comforted or not doesn’t matter, because she will force a smile and bask in his praise either way.
He is not at all surprised about how she has acted. It is still thrilling, though, to see things play out just as he planned them.
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This scene is so familiar, despite the setting and cast being so different. Well, Sosuke is still present, as he was before, but now, it is a very different young woman that sits across from him, and the two of them are a world away from where he last tried something like this. Loly and Momo are as different as night and day, and yet they have enough in common that he can’t help but compare the two of them.
They are both so fiercely loyal to him that they would do anything for him. Well, he is not sure if Momo still feels that way or not, but she did up until the last moment he saw her, so it would not surprise him if her loyalty persisted, even after all he did to her. Either way, that is not relevant right now; the only thing that matters in the moment is the way Loly squirms in her seat, the tea he has given to her starting to become too much for her to handle.
She does try to keep it to herself, trying to remain proud about it. It is so rare that he spares Loly any attention at all, let alone time where there is no one else, not even Menoly. No matter how loyal to one another, Loly is willing to throw that all to the side in an instant, if it means she gets even a scrap of attention from him. If he does not dismiss her, she is not going to get up on her own.
She tries to hide the strain in her face, playing it off any time she winces a bit by giving him a bright smile, one that really does not suit her typically sour expressions. Despite her idolization of him, or perhaps because of it, Loly never shows her true self around him, but she isn’t very good at hiding it, at the same time. In that way, she is also not good at hiding the fact that, in all the time he has kept her here and forced her to listen to him, her need has only grown, to the point that she can hardly sit still.
Though a part of him wonders if she will try and ask like Momo did that day, another part of him wins out, the part that wants to suddenly stop the conversation just to say, “You are to sit right there until I tell you to move. I don’t care what reason you have, this is a test of you loyalty.”
“I…of course, Lord Aizen, but I…”
“I already told you all I need to say on the subject,” he says, not giving Loly a chance to properly protest.
Whether she knows that he’s aware of her problem or not, the look of misery on her face says that she knows what is going to happen to her, if she really does what he says. She also already knows that she is going to do it, because she not only idolizes him too much to refuse, she also fears him enough to know the consequences.
Ultimately, she knows better, and she is going to stay right where she is, all while dreading the outcome, not understanding why it is that he would ask this of her. Truth be told, Sosuke does not fully understand his reasons himself, at least to the extent that he can’t say for sure if there is any reason for them at all. He just knows that he enjoys seeing her squirm and enjoys the dread in her eye as she starts to realize just how critical her situation is starting to become. She can’t have long left now, he’s sure.
In no time at all, she can’t sit still for even a second. It is clear that she is trying to, that she is fighting with all she has to maintain some level of composure, but there is not much that she can do when her body is working against her like this. Loly’s cheeks are red, humiliated to be left squirming like this in front of him, even more humiliated to know that her control can’t last much longer, that she is guaranteed to truly humiliate herself in front of the man she idolizes more than anything in the world, and that she has no choice, not if she does not want to risk upsetting him because she ignored a direct order.
The turmoil in her expression is adorable. For the most part, he would not describe Loly in such a way, but in the moment, that is the only word that comes to mind. It only becomes that much better when she does finally lose control, turmoil turning to panic as it is clear she is trying to regain control, to stop this from happening, even when it is entirely hopeless. With the table blocking his view, he can’t see the moment she starts to wet herself, beyond being able to read it in her expression, but once she has let out enough that it begins trickling off her chair, he can hear it splashing onto the floor, no doubt making quite the mess.
Loly is helpless all through it. There is nothing she can do about her humiliation, other than let it happen, all the while knowing that he is watching her with an expression of amusement on his face. She can’t make sense of why he would make her do this or what he thinks of her now, and will never be able to wrap her head around it. Sosuke waits until the sound has gone silent, until he knows that her bladder is completely empty. Loly is still shaking, shoulders trembling, likely trying to hold back tears right now, still waiting for his permission to leave.
“You’re dismissed,” he finally says, now that he knows the show is well and truly over. He gets the pleasure of watching her walk away in her soaked through skirt.
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Chapter 1
A black sedan traveled up the on-ramp. To outsiders, it was as inconspicuous as any other car on the road. For college-bound Ashlynn, it was an emotional stew of boredom, melancholy and brooding. Silence dominated much of the early trip, as the car took her away from the only town she’d ever known. Away from her friends, and her status. High school had been her domain. She’d found herself among others. They liked her and she liked them. But as the familiar landmarks grew distant, the reality of her situation set in. Gone was the comfort of sameness and familiarity, here was the storm of uncertainty. The future.
Michelle felt stilted. This was her daughter. And they sat in silence, no closer than two strangers on an airplane. Trying to deny the reality of their relationship, she tried to jumpstart a conversation
“I hope it’s not still cold up north. Do you think I should have brought a jacket?”
“It’s August, Mom.”
“But they get, you know, snow up there.”
“Not in the summer.”
“I know, but that has to mean it’s cold. Right?”
“Not in August.”
Michelle would have had a better time trying to push a bolder up a grassy hill. Their conversation hit a wall, not thirty seconds in. The awkwardness returned, both mother and daughter now aware of it. Michelle tried again
“I hope we can understand them up there. Doesn’t Boston have a weird accent?”
“It’ll be fine.”
“Oh. What about sports, don’t they like sports?”
“A lot of people like sports.”
“But you should be educated. Did you remember to ask Dad about their teams and stuff?”
“Patriots, Bruins, Celtics and Red Sox. I got it Mom.”
“Are they good?”
“Mostly. Patriots are really good.”
“So you did ask your Dad like I asked. Glad you’ve started taking my advice!”
“I know that because I like football Mom.” Ashlynn exhaled, annoyed “Why couldn’t Dad have driven me? At least I could talk sports with him.”
“Because I wanted to. You can talk sports with me”
“Do you even know what team we root for?”
“The…Bengals?”
“Jaguars.” Ashlynn rolled over, towards the window and rested her head on her hands.
“Are we any good?”
“No. Wake me when we get there.”
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Michelle had seen it in movies before. The sentimental goodbye always brought families together. And here they were, further apart than ever before, and caked in silence again.
The first planned stop was a welcomed one. Ashlynn had made a statement by falling asleep, and had left Michelle to her thoughts. But a coffee stop gave Michelle an opening, an excuse to reengage with her daughter.
“Ash…Ashlynn, honey, wake up.”
“Mmmph. Wh-what?”
“Coffee. What do you want?”
Ashlynn rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t actually planned to fall asleep, but at least it had whittled down the length of their trip. They hadn’t reached the coffee chain yet as her mother asked again
“What do you want?”
“Caramel Frappuccino, with extra caramel drizzle, whipped cream, caramel crunch and ice. Can you make sure it’s with heavy cream and a mix of Honey Blend and Frappuccino Roast coffees too?”
Michelle stared at her daughter blankly
“You know, why don’t you order Ash?”
“Fine.”
The quiet of a distant relationship settled back in as Michelle turned into the parking lot. As she pulled up to the drive thru, her daughter raised a concern
“Can we like…go inside?”
“Why?”
“I um…kind of have to use the bathroom.” Ashlynn felt slightly embarrassed as she acknowledged the fact
“We’re getting gas in five minutes. You can hold it.”
“Ugh! Gas stations are so gross! Can’t we just go here?”
“Well, I don’t have to go. This’ll be much easier for me if you’ll wait.”
Ashlynn folded her arms and sat back, pouting
“Fine. I’m just going to hold it. It’s your fault if my kidney’s explode!”
Michelle rolled her eyes. She forgave her daughter for only being a teenager, but that didn’t make the petty disagreement any less annoying.
The two ordered their iced drinks, an uneventful occurrence if it wasn’t for Ashlynn’s complex order. Michelle felt like apologizing to the barista, but the dead eyed look in his face was enough to convince her that he had delt with worse. Perhaps it was because of the simplicity in her order; an iced coffee with just cream and sugar, that prevented a hateful look.
The quick drive to the gas station was equally as uneventful. Quietly sipping on their drinks, Michelle hoped that it wasn’t a mistake to drive her daughter to college alone. As she stopped the sedan at the pump, Ashlynn climbed out with her mother, who noted
“Get me a water while you’re in there Ash. And let me know how clean they are.”
“I’m just buying snacks mom. I told you, I’m not…”She looked around, hoping none of the other patrons could hear her “I’m not going here.”
“We’re not stopping for a while.”
“I’m not a little kid! I’ll be fine! Ugh! You’re such a mom!”
Not knowing if that she should be offended by the insult, Michelle started to pump gas into the car. She took the time to play her wavy, deeply brown hair, which found itself in a neat ponytail. A slight twinge in her bladder let her know that the coffee was working, but it was easy to ignore. She uttered a cruse as she looked down, the gas pump had left a mark on her light, high-waisted cutoff jeans. She rubbed the mark, but to no avail. Grumbling, and already in a bad mood, she waited for the pump to be done as she saw the bright yellow leggings her daughter was sporting exit the store. At least Ashlynn had grabbed her a water.
I should have peed. Ashlynn had begun to regret her defiant stunt as she crossed her legs. She had tried to go back to sleep, but the caffeine and sugar had combined to force her eyes awake, and her young kidneys had done their job well as her bladder filled with their waste. As Ashlynn sucked down the last few sips from her drink, she bobbed her feet on each foot. Trying to sound innocuous, she asked
“Hey mom. Um…how much further to the rest stop?”
“Ashlynn.” Her mother sounded annoyed “Don’t tell me you have to pee now.”
“…kinda.”
Michelle sighed “I don’t know. Here.” She handed her daughter the printed out directions
“You’re such a boomer.”
“Am not! You know when I was born.”
“1977 is boomer age.”
“Whatever. Just read the directions.”
Ashlynn grabbed the small stack of paper from the console.
“10 Miles. How long is that?”
Michelle looked down at her speedometer “10 minutes. Probably.”
Ashlynn felt a sense of comfort wash over her. Tossing her mostly empty cup on the floor, next to Michelle’s empty water bottle behind her, she cracked open an energy drink. She knew she’d be fine, and was feeling slightly thirsty anyway. Ashlynn knew it wouldn’t hurt her between now and the rest stop, and happily sipped away as she protected her filling bladder. Part of her wondered how her mother could have waited this long.
Michelle was thankful. She hadn’t read the directions since leaving the gas station, it wasn’t hard to follow highway directions, but she had started to wonder when her next break would come. The iced coffee and water had gone down easy, a tandem she was used to, but the long drive was a new obstacle. Given her need to use the pedals alertly, she couldn’t cross her legs. Out of a desire to maintain her authoritative composure over her daughter, she refused to hold herself. But her bladder was full. Taut with the strain of holding a full bladder, her anxiety stemmed from experience. Since going through childbirth, she was well aware that a wayward sneeze or ill-timed cough could spell disaster. She was glad her potentially perilous situation would end soon.
The first emergency vehicle that passed them by was surprising, but not worrying. It was the brake lights and the traffic that struck fear into mother and daughter alike. Ashlynn voiced her fear first
“Why are we stopping?”
“How should I know?”
“This isn’t good.” Ashlynn shifted in her seat
Michelle didn’t respond, but had to agree. It wasn’t the fullness of her bladder that she feared the most, but the mental battle with herself that she was unprepared for. She had felt it before. Not in these particular pants, but the shame of losing control. Both she and her husband had stories about her mishaps, and if she could help it, she and her daughter would not have one to add. She clenched harder as she stepped on the brake, hoping she still had enough strength in her most private parts to hold back the brewing water and coffee in her filling bladder.
Ashlynn had been seeing red for too long. She had read the back of the trailer too many times. She had checked her social media feed, refreshing and refreshing, anything to keep her mind off of one very obvious predicament. She had to pee. Made worse by the fact that she had downed her coffee and started an energy drink, in her absentmindedness, she had continued to sip. She pulled up her leggings, and inadvertently gave herself a cameltoe. Placing her hand over her now outlined genitals, Ashlynn continued to bare the pain until they could reach the rest stop.
As they inched forward in traffic, a blue sign appeared on the shoulder of the highway. It promised the rest stop was in just a mile and a half. Michelle didn’t notice as she fought back her first wave of desperation. A sign that her battle was worse that she outwardly showed. Ashlynn made sure she knew about it.
“Mom…a mile and a half.”
Her labored speech accented her crossed legs and clutching hands. Michelle took her eyes off the road for a moment, hoping the sign would be a salve for her irritated bladder
“MOM LOOK OUT!” Ashlynn squealed
Michelle slammed down on the brakes. Had she been going any faster, they would have crashed. Someone had cut them off in an attempt to cross into Michelle’s lane. Her adrenaline spiking, Michelle momentarily forgot about her filled bladder. For a moment, it was numb. Then it came roaring back. Slamming into her closed pee hole, the contents of a full bladder railed against her defenses again. She retaliated.
Ashlynn was taken aback as she heard her Mother suddenly suck down a gulp of air. What sounded like a gasp at first, she looked towards her mom, who was now holding herself.
Michelle thought she got away with it. She thought she had survived the first charge of a full bladder. But she could feel a moistness in her panties she had felt before. Not wanting to look, but needing to look, she gently took her hand away. A small patch, not larger than a penny, had formed on her jeans. It wasn’t much damage, but enough to tell her that her full bladder was not to be trifled with. An enemy that was more than capable of tearing through her tightly bound defenses.
It was when they reached the half mile sign that Ashlynn began to rock back and forth in her seat. One hand firmly pressing into her crotch, the other was snaked around her backside, and held her tender slit from the back.
Her mother wasn’t doing much better. She too held her crotch with her free hand, and unlike her daughter, had leaked. What had started at the size of a penny, was now more comparable to a quarter. Michelle’s logical mind had begun to slip away. Doomed to the anxious mind in peril, her fears firmly gripped her judgment, more-so than the hand that gripped her snatch. Her fears demanded that she quell them, and soon. Taking a deep breath, she asked her daughter
“Listen. Baby. Don’t ever do this when you’re driving, ok? But this is an emergency.”
Ashlynn’s eyes grew wide.
“What?”
Michelle sped up briefly, enough to pass the car in the lane next to them, and waded her way through the tight traffic. Making her way to the shoulder of the highway, she maneuvered into the breakdown lane.
The car responded by jostling and grinding over the rumple strips. Michelle had expected the vibrations to hurt her ability to hold back the flood of urine that she held inside, instead, the pleasant sensations gave her hope that they’d make it.
Hope which was immediately dashed. A white car pulled in behind them, and began to flash its lights. Police.
“Damn it!” Michelle cussed, leaking a bit as she grabbed herself again
As she stopped the car, Ashlynn complained, her body still contorted with desperation
“What do we do? How do we-?”
“Get my insurance card from the glove box.” Michelle said curtly, the officer began to approach the car
As Ashlynn handed her the card, Michelle rolled down her window
“H-hi-hi officer.”
“You mean to tell me what you two are doing? You can’t be driving in the breakdown lane.”
“Um…we…uh…look. I-I want to be honest w-with you…s-sir.” Michelle stammered. Partly from fear of wetting her pants, partly from the anxiety of being pulled over and interrogated
Lightly tapping her palm on the steering wheel for effect, Michelle plainly stated their problem
“W-we really, really, really need to um…uh…” She started to leak again, stronger than before, she was unable to stop it without the use of her hand. She continued to slowly wet her panties as she spoke “…uh…use…the um…restroom. We were just trying to get to the rest stop.” She put her hand back on her crotch
“Well Ma’am. I hate to let you know. But that rest area has been offline for quite a while now. It’s being torn down.”
Ashlynn’s jaw dropped. Michelle lost another spirt of hot pee, even with her hands guarding herself. The officer continued
“Let me run your license and insurance, and I’ll be back.”
“Hurry!” She begged
“What are we going to do?” Ashlynn whined
“The road. We’ll…we’ll go off to the side of the road.”
“Ew, mom! No! I don’t want everyone to stare!”
“Fine. You suffer. I’ll go.”
“No! I don’t want anyone watching my mom pee. Or me!”
“You don’t have to watch me.”
“But everyone else will! That’s so gross! And...and isn’t that illegal?”
While her fear of being seen was ridiculous, Michelle knew her daughter brought up a good point. It would be an offence to urinate in public, especially after getting pulled over. She made another request of her daughter.
“Find us a place. Now!”
Ashlynn pulled out her phone. The officer was still sitting in his patrol car, and Michelle willed him to hurry. Every drop produced from her drinks that morning had filled her ballooning bladder it was close to bursting. An acute ache that made her abdomen hard, pounded and pushed against Michelle’s peehole. A sudden pain. A sharp wave of desperation washed over the tired Michelle. Harder than before, she leaned forward, a low moan escaping her lips.
“M-mom?” Ashlynn looked over
A slight hiss was Michelle’s only response. She sucked in air, exhaled quickly, and moaned harder. She tried to respond to her daughter
“I-I-I-I…stopped…I stopped it.”
The moist, hot agony that now enveloped Michelle was hellish in its anguish. Part of her demanded relief, part of her demanded dignity. Her whole body was now pressed into service, an assault against her advancing bladder. A knock on the window. It was the officer
“Ma’am, I’m only going to give you a warning today. Your record is clean, and I understand if there are some extenuating circumstances. But don’t do this again. Others need to use this lane for emergencies.”
“Y-ye-yes. I-it won’t happen a-again.”
As she reached for her insurance information and driver license back from his hand, she felt the hot shame of another release. His eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, and Michelle could tell if he saw her or not. As she handed her cards back to Ashlynn, her daughter caught a look at the damage.
Her mother’s light cutoff jeans were not only dark at the crotch, but the inseam of her thighs as well. A wide stain that covered each side of her crotch made her accident obvious. Tightening her grip, she hoped the same fate wouldn’t befall her.
“There is…a diner at the next exit. Traffic. Traffic is…clearing!” Ashlynn exclaimed
She was right. In her desperation, Michelle had stopped paying attention. But like a storm clearing for the first time in days, both Mother and Daughter smiled again. Hope had returned.
The officer was right. As they passed the ramp for the rest area, it was blocked off with construction tape and barriers. The path itself was cracked and overgrown. Driving at a quicker pace, but being sure not to speed, Michelle guided the car through the remaining traffic as her desperation continued to mount. Preparing for one last assault on her muscles.
Ashlynn had never felt so insecure. Her stomach, which she had spent years trying to stay toned and slim, was now bulging again. It was as hard as a rock, tight with a force and a pressure that her 18 year-old mind could hardly comprehend. She was sure she had never had to go this badly in her life before. She felt sick. Clammy. Sweaty. She was starting to shake as they made their way up the exit ramp. Her only saving grace was the top of the diner. It was just visible across the road.
Michelle hadn’t leaked. She’d stayed dry as she got them through traffic. She felt calm, collected. Her pants had cooled where she had wet them, and when they combined with her body heat, they created a dank, swampy environment around her crotch. She was fine when they drove off the highway. She was fine as they crossed the lane towards the parking lot, and she was fine as she parked the car. But after opening the door and attempting to stand, her bladder struck. Its final battle plan enacted.
It started as a pain in her back. Sharp, it forced Michelle to bend forward. Her hand firmly clutched her overworked genitals. She shivered, feeling cold. If it wasn’t the pain, it was the shame of a familiar warm sensation that elicited a squeal from her lips.
Ashlynn made her way around the side of the car. Her hand buried into her desperate, tingling minge. She nearly lost control as she rounded the side of the car.
Her mother, hands clutching her crotch with all their might, had two fat, wide stains streaking down her legs. As they moved, they darkened the color of her jeans. The pavement below her began to show drops of excess urine as it fell off of the back of Michelle’s jeans.
“Oh my gosh! Mom! Hold it, don’t embarrass me!”
Painting and groaning, Michelle looked back up at her daughter. She too, had her legs crossed and her hands buried in herself. Michelle gave her good news
“I-I stopped. I…I stopped.”
It was down to her kneecaps, nearly at the cuffs of her cutoffs. The high-waisted, now damaged cutoffs were not completely soaked, but Michelle’s bladder had done plenty of work.
“C’mon…please!” Her daughter begged
Michelle took a deep breath. She exhaled, shaking from the strain. Every step that the desperate mother and daughter took was agony. She wanted to let go. To just be done with it. But she also wanted to hang onto the shred of dignity that she could still muster. Enough to say she made it.
Surprisingly, the diner that they had picked was trying to deny what it was. Cheap plastic tables and chairs that were bolted to the floor made up much of the decor, yet they still needed to be seated by the hostess. A much older woman, who smelled like cigarettes, greeted them
“Table for two?” She either didn’t notice, or didn’t care about Michelle’s soaked legs
“Please Miss. We’ll order, we-I…I need t-the b-bathroom.” Michelle’s voice was hardly audible. A near whisper
At first, the hostess looked annoyed, but when she saw the massive stain on Michelle’s pants, her tone shifted to one of support and concern.
“Oh, darlin’! Come with me.”
She led the desperate pair to a small alcove with a single door. A yellow cleaning sign blocked their path. The hostess knocked on the door twice.
“Deion, some ladies need to use the john.” She turned back to the desperate family “You’ll be fine, dear.”
Michelle was too desperate to properly thank her. Unable to stand fully, she hinged her hips and held tightly onto her crotch, knowing that the next leak would be the last. The bathroom door was shut, and despite her efforts to will it open, it remained so. Michelle could feel it. A burning, warm sensation flowing towards her slit.
Ashlynn felt sick. Dizzy. The pain of holding back a full bladder made her feel warm, hot with the intense strain her muscles were forced to endure. Her body was contorted in an awkward position as she inverted her legs, so that her knees touched. It was all she could do to keep herself dry. She closed her eyes, hoping the pain would drain away.
A low hiss pierced her ears. Was it her? Ashlynn opened her eyes
Her mothers curvy body, and wide hips shook and jiggled as she tried to hold it. But Ashlynn could see the wide stain that her mother had created before darken again. In a hushed tone, Michelle acknowledged what was happening
“Ohh…i-its happening…”
Ashlynn gasped. If she wasn’t in the same predicament, she wouldn’t have believed it for herself. The only words she could think to utter were ones of shock
“Oh my gosh! Mom! You’re peeing your pants!”
Michelle couldn’t hold it anymore. She grabbed, clutched and held her crotch tighter and tighter, but to no avail. She could no longer stop the flow, only slow it’s speed. It warmed her crotch. The searing heat nearly matched her cheeks, which burned in embarrassment. Disobediently, her bladder continued to release its contents into her panties. It was too late, Michelle was having an accident.
Ashlynn watched in horror as her mother peed her pants. Wave after wave of clear liquid poured out of the back of her cutoffs, and hissed down her legs. As it reached her cuffs, midway down her shin, it began to wash over her feet. Her hot urine poured into her sandles.
“Someone get this lady some help.” A gruff old man spoke up
The hostess from before dashed over as fast as she could. Taking Michelle by the arm, she guided the still peeing mother to the door. Opening the swinging door, she grabbed the man who was cleaning and tossed him out of the room, while pushing Michelle into the bathroom.
Ashlynn followed closely, following the footprints that were created by her mothers pee. She too, entered the restroom.
Michelle appreciated the movement, but she still couldn’t stop herself. Continuing to pee into her jeans, she sat on the toilet. Sighing, she felt the warmth stop running down her legs, and instead pool around her butt. Dripping, leaking and hissing, she forced out the rest of her bladder's contents, a distinct coffee smell emanating from her mishap.
It was too much for Ashlynn. The shock of watching her mother have an accident had worn off, and the dread of the same fate dominated her thoughts. She could feel it. The slight dribble that signaled the end. A warmth in her panties. Instinct in a still developing mind took hold. She saw her mother, still slumped over the toilet, leaking into her jeans, denying her only access to a toilet. She was a popular girl, much too important to have an accident. With no options that her mind could conceive, she whipped down her leggings and panties. She could only stammer her justification for her primal act.
“Mom…I-I…I’m sorry…” A similar hiss followed
Michelle opened her eyes. Her 18 year-old daughter was squatting over the bathroom floor, bathing the tile in an eruption of hot piss.
“Ashlynn, baby! W-what are you doing?”
“I-I-I can’t wait anymore!” She began to whine “D-don’t look. Please!”
“At least. At least use the sink.” Michelle couldn’t believe what she had instructed her daughter to do
“Stop watching me!” Ashlynn tried to cover her face. It burned in embarrassment.
To those outside the bathroom, it must have sounded as if one of them was taking a shower. The force with which Ashlynn was smacking the floor with her hot piss created an audible confirmation of the puddle that she was creating on the floor. It was countered only by the hiss of her pale yellow arc.
Michelle had to watch. Not for any sort of perversion, but because the image of her daughter, desperately peeing on the floor of a bathroom shook her to her very core. What kind of Mother am I? This is all my fault. She chided herself. She could have stood still and wet herself, she had already lost her battle, but her child, her only child, was forced to urinate on the floor like an animal. And it was all her fault. Her conscience was enraged, demanding she apologize.
“Ash…I…I’m so sorry. I’m really-“
“D-don’t. No.” Ashlynn finally stopped peeing, her flow was now a dribble. “I-I’m embarrassed enough.”
Michelle finally stood, her soaked jeans now cooling. They felt heavy, damp, and they rubbed as she walked by her still squatting daughter. She tried to dab them dry with a paper towel, but the damage was far too complete. She took an extra sheet to the footprints she had left on her way to the toilet, and handed a sheet to her daughter.
“Here. Dry yourself and-“
Ashlynn looked away as a second, much weaker stream dribbled out of her tight snatch.
“Still?” Michelle was surprised how much her daughter had held
Ashlynn said nothing, this stream was silent, weak. As she finished, she stood and took the extra sheet from her mother. She dried herself and pulled her leggings back up. Her face was shaped into one of fear, anguish and embarrassment as she dropped the used paper towel into her puddle.
“Everything ok in there?” A knock on the door.
Michelle opened it slowly, greeting the hostess from before bashfully.
“We, uh…we didn’t make it…”
The hostess sighed, observing the damage.
“Look, just leave and never come back and I’ll make sure this gets cleaned up.”
“T-thank you Ma’am.”
“Man alive, it’s all over the place.” The lady grumbled
As mother and daughter stepped out of the bathroom, they were clearly the center of attention. Michelle could feel the eyes burning, staring at her massive pee stain. A hush had come over the patrons, all of them were prepared for the spectacle. Still, Michelle held her head up high. It wasn’t the first time, hopefully it would be the last time, but she knew she had done her best. She had tried, tried and tried again to hold it, and simply didn’t make it this time. As the two exited the diner, Michelle took solace in the fact that she’d never see any of those people again.
As they made their way to the car, Michelle heard a distinct, high pitched whine. She turned around. Ashlynn was red in the face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She put her head in her hands, her auburn hair covering her face. Michelle walked back to her and gave her a hug. A hug tighter than she had in years
“Aw, baby…I’m so sorry.” Michelle let her words hand as her daughter sobbed “No one is judging you. No one saw you. You really had to go and I understand that. It’s ok.”
Ashlynn didn’t respond. Her tears still flowing down her face. Michelle repeated her last phrase
“It’s ok. It’s ok. I’m here baby.”
“Y-y-you n-never are!” Ashlynn choked out
“I promise. I’m going to fix this. I promise.”
Her daughter stayed silent, apart from her tears. Michelle stood with her, making the promise more to herself than to her child. It was going to be a long trip, and she knew that. Perhaps it couldn’t make up for her missteps as a mother, but dry pants and a commitment to her daughter was a place to start.
A/N: While only planned as a quick, 4 chapter piece, this section ended up clocking in at over 4k words! I still feel like its too much. But I would love your thoughts on the characters so far. Are they too much, or are they interesting enough?
Edited April 1, 2022 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: Here's chapter 2! A little shorter than 1, I tried to lean into the embarrassment side in a realistic way. Let me know if that worked, and as always, there'll be a few questions at the end. Feedback is not only appreciated but encouraged!
Chapter 2
Ashlynn cried. She Wailed. Not just for her embarrassment, but for her emotions. She knew what they were. She knew her feelings. But her mother’s embrace comforted her somewhat, and she didn’t want to jeopardize such a tight hug. Despite the moist sensation of her mother’s wet legs against her dry leggings, there was nothing like a mother’s embrace. She calmed. If only to walk back to the car. As they walked back, she was still a sniveling wreak.
Michelle could feel her jeans as she walked back to her car. The heavy wetness, now cold, was a constant reminder that she hadn’t made it to the bathroom. She was embarrassed, ashamed, but worried more about her daughter. The image of her daughter, her brown eyes wide with fear, squatting over the floor had scarred her. The pain of losing the battle to her own bladder and giving her daughter the embarrassment of watching her do so, was enough to have her question her actions as a mother. They were quiet as the car started back up. Quiet enough for Michelle to be with her own thoughts, if only for a moment. She stopped the car at the parking lot entrance.
“Ash. Baby, can you look up the closest department store?” Michelle sighed “I-I need new pants.”
Ashlynn was still sniveling, trying to calm down “Can-can’t you just wear something that you brought for tomorrow?”
“Then I wouldn’t have anything clean for your orientation. It’s not like I planned to ruin these.”
“C-can I just wait in the car then?” Ashlynn said timidly, the shame of her recent act still staining her memory
Michelle nodded. “I-I’m really sorry you had to see that honey.”
Ashlynn didn’t respond. She felt strange as she looked up a department store. There was one not far away. It wasn’t an experience she could share with anyone, but it was something she’d forever have with her mother. Instinctively, she tried to repress it. Michelle took a different approach
“It just kept coming and coming. I, I didn’t know what to do-“
“Mom? Could we not talk about it?”
“It might make you feel better.”
“I want to forget.”
Michelle didn’t press. She relayed the only thing left on her mind
“I’m sorry sweetie.”
Ashlynn folded her arms and said nothing as they made their way to the next exit.
Michelle’s bladder began to throb again. It felt different. Empty, yet full. As she took the exit for the department store, she found the word for it. Irritated. She felt desperate again, but it wasn’t the same desperation that she had experienced not twenty minuets before. Ashlynn conveyed a similar concern.
“Mom? Um...don’t hate me, but I-I think…” She sighed “I have to pee again.”
“I don’t hate you Ash.”
“It was just an expression! But…I’d be nice if you acknowledged me…”
Michelle was happy her daughter was opening up, but her growing desperation gnawed at her mind, occupying space that could be better deployed to speak to her child. She responded in platitudes
“I love you.”
“You’re supposed to say that!”
“I mean it!”
Ashlynn crossed her legs, she kept her true feelings hidden, despite the fact that they were bubbling up within her. She looked at her phone. It wasn’t much further. She knew she could hold it, even as the faint smell of piss wafted over her nose. A thought struck her as they pulled into the expansive parking lot.
“Mom, are you…?”
“Am I what?”
“You’re not…peeing again…are you?”
“What?” Michelle checked herself with a quick crotch grab “No. Why would you ask?”
“It just-it…smells like…you know. Pee.”
“Oh. No. It…Sweetie, I’m really sorry” Michelle’s face turned red as they found a parking spot, finally showing her embarrassment. “It’s just from my…my pants.”
She could smell it too. It was strong, and her morning coffee was intertwined with the stench of cold pee.
As she found a parking spot, Michelle felt a heavy weight in her bladder again. Weak from her long hold before her accident, it was bothered again. What had started as a twinge in the diner parking lot was now an itch that only time over a toilet could scratch. She had to pee again, and her desperation was growing with every passing second.
Ashlynn was in a similar predicament. Unlike her mother, who’s bladder was weakened both by life as a mother and through her recent hold, her younger bladder was only reacting to her recent predicament. Though her desperation was rapidly growing, she did not have the same fear that Michelle did. Her brain still refused to let her bladder release into her leggings.
Michelle did not have this luxury as they entered the large store. She pressed her thighs together as she dripped slightly into her already sodden panties. Her brain, having lost the battle once, had a weaker argument against her bladder. Why shouldn’t it release again into her jeans. The cool, moist wetness on her legs tantalized what urine was still in her bothered bladder. As she made a quick beeline for the bathroom, Michelle felt another fresh dribble leak into her panties. She had to navigate through the bustling store, knowing that she was the object of others surprise. A woman in already soaked jeans, speed walking into a public restroom was not a common sight.
Cupping her privates with her free hand, and holding her large purse over her other shoulder, Michelle pushed the bathroom door open. It was a large bathroom, enough to accommodate a store of its size, and there were plenty of other women inside.
Upon opening the door, Michelle’s ears were greeted by the sound of a flushing toilet. The auditory stimulation was too much for her weakened bladder. A spurt of hot pee flew out of her mature snatch, and was quickly followed by another. As Michelle hustled to the only open stall at the end of the row, she saw a brief show of herself in the mirror. A mother, in wet jeans, purse over her shoulder, desperately spirting pee into her panties was not the mask she wanted to project to the world. But it’s what she was.
Michelle couldn’t stop the quick spirts of pee that were making their way into her jeans as she opened the stall door. Dashing desperately to her porcelain savior, she fiddled with the button on her drenched cutoffs.
As she removed her hand, she felt her bladder release. Her hand had acted as a forceful stop, a barrier it did not want to cross, without it, she was doomed. A warm trickling feeling began in her crotch. Her labia tickled and twinged as she felt a rush of hot pee fall out of her. As she continued to force the wet buttons of her jeans open, she could only utter her desire for her bladder to halt
“No, no, no! Sh-I’m peeing!” She whispered
Her already stained jeans darkened again as she rewet them, the same warm sensation running down her thighs. A new, dark stain blossomed over the old as her larger thighs began to jiggle and shake. Finally, her buttons cooperated, and she shimmed out of her soaking jeans, still peeing.
Without stopping herself, Michelle turned herself around and sat down on the toilet, finally releasing her pee. Then it stopped. In just seconds, she was only dripping, a sign that she was done. Putting her head into her hands, the only thing Michelle could do was laugh.
Ashlynn followed her mother to the restroom, though at a slower pace than Michelle’s quickened steps. The rising desperation worried her. She hadn’t felt such an onset of desperation before. Her anxious mind hadn’t yet processed her embarrassment from her bathroom floor pee, and it was now being dealt another worry. What if this was her bladder now? What if she had done damage and she was doomed to a permanent weakness for good? The unceasing thoughts dominated her mind as she took a spot against the wall. The stalls had all been taken.
The fear of wetting her pants gripped her mind in a way that it had not just an hour ago. She had seen her mother do it, and she was afraid it would happen to her. Without voicing her distress, Ashlynn simply tapped her crossed legs, desperately waiting for a stall to open. It was mere seconds before one became available, but it felt like an eternity. Fear had gripped her and would not let go until she entered the stall.
Michelle reached for the toilet paper. She had dripped enough times and was ready to dry. Taking a few squares, she carefully wiped her mature pussy. Her dark public hair, once trimmed, now longer, held onto more piss than her slit. As she cleaned herself, she felt a sexual tremor arise from her wet minge. She tried to bury them as she dropped the used toilet paper into the bowl. Flushing, she pulled her now twice wet jeans back over herself, trying to deny the slightly pleasant feeling of the light warmth around her crotch.
Ashlynn whipped her leggings down along with her panties. Hovering above the public toilet bowl, she sighed as relief came to her. It quickly splattered, splashing toilet water around the bowl as it rushed out of her. Expecting her bladder to be filled, similar to what she had just experienced, Ashlynn was surprised as her stream quickly slowed. While still lightly traveling out of her snatch, it only dripped into the bowl. Frustrated, Ashlynn contracted her muscles, to only be met with the same result. A quick jet of pee, then nothing but dripping drops of yellowish liquid.
Michelle waited for her daughter just outside of the bathroom. She could feel the different reactions around her as other patrons passed by. Some simply stared, others snickered, and more still looked behind for a second glance. Michelle had her sunglasses down, protecting her eyes and perhaps her privacy, but all eyes were on her. Her pants had cooled again, drying from their second wetting, but they smelled. Michelle simply had to stand there and take it all in, the gravity of what she had done finally hitting her. She was embarrassed to say the least, and every instinct told her to flee, but she had to wait for her daughter. Moreover, she had to get new pants.
It wasn’t hard to find her mother. All Ashlynn had to do was look to her left, and she could easily spot the forty year old woman with piss-stained jeans. As the smell of fresh pee hit her nostrils, Ashlynn asked her mother if they could separate
“I-I’m just too embarrassed. Everyone’s looking at you.”
“I get it. I’ll meet you by the front.” Michelle hid her feelings. As her daughter walked away, she reneged
“Wait. Honey.”
Ashlynn turned
“I-it. It would be nice to have you near me.”
Ashlynn looked at her mother, unable to see her eyes through her sunglasses, then back down at her wet jeans
“Can I just meet you by the front? Maybe we can talk later?”
It was enough of a win for Michelle. She nodded, and watched her daughter leave. Michelle was off to find new pants.
Michelle’s initial brevity had worn off by the time she made it to the pants isle. Grabbing and sorting through pairs of new pants had done much to drill home just what she had done. Her inability to control herself, and forcing her daughter to use the floor were forever burned into her memory. The feeling of her own wet pants as Ashlynn squatted on the floor troubled her. Her scolded herself for her failings as a mother. For these, there was no one to blame but herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a saleswomen. Dressed in a black skirt and stockings, she wore a smile that spoke of condescension.
“Can I help you find anything?”
“No. Just need to find a pair that goes with my shirt.”
“Oh. Oh my, what happened?” The saleswomen feigned concern. Michelle knew better
“I’m driving my daughter up to school.” Michelle’s smile was one of pain “And I had too much coffee before we could stop…so this…this is pee.” She motioned over her still stained jeans. She tried not to cry as she smiled “I-I peed myself.”
The saleswoman seemed to take joy in Michelle’s embarrassment.
“Well, we have stores all over the state. So next time that happens, you come see us.”
“I-I don’t plan on doing this again.”
“Oh, no I meant next time you have to go. Restrooms open to paying customers.” She still wore her fake smile as she turned away from Michelle. As the woman left, Michelle heard her grumble “Just not open to employees…”
The woman probably assumed that Michelle hadn’t seen her slightly bobbing knees as she walked away. Michelle had some solace. Serves you right, bitch! Looking in her hand, she had a pair of darker, pre ripped jeans. They were longer, but they’d do the job.
Making her way to the changing rooms was less embarrassing, as Michelle had the protection of the large shelves that housed different pairs of clothes to hide behind. Once inside, she found an open stall and shut the door behind her.
Getting her damp jeans off was more difficult than she had expected. They stuck and clung to her wide thighs, as she contorted her body to work them off. Eventually they slid down, along with her panties. Those, she picked up out of the crumpled mess and held in her hand. She squeezed them. Cold pee ran out, wetting her hand. The scent of her two wettings wafted over her. The same twinge returned. A sexual excitement that sent a shock up her spine. Instinct took over, if only for a moment, as she lightly touched her mature labia. Shaking her head, Michelle dashed those thoughts out of her mind and tossed her peed panties into a small wastebin. Trying to bury her thoughts, she put her new jeans on, and hustled out, holding her old jeans under her arm.
Ashlynn was unaware that her mother was no longer wearing panties. But the fact that she was no longer in wet jeans was obvious. No longer would people stare. She could return to being just another face in the crowd. As they paid for her mother’s new jeans and left the department store, Ashlynn wanted nothing more than for their embarrassing day to end.
They were silent for a while. There wasn’t much on the road to gawk at, and the two were already well aware of the predicament they had just recovered from. Occasionally, Ashlynn found herself nodding off. As she found herself slipping into sleep, she heard her mother ask
“Ashlynn. Can we talk about it?”
“Mmpf. What’s there to talk about?”
“I don’t know. I guess. I just understand that what you saw could be traumatic, and I want you to feel like you can talk about it.”
“Ok.”
“So is there anything you want to talk about?”
Ashlynn sighed. “Yeah. But. We’ve been through enough today. I don’t…lets just get through today.”
“You can tell me, sweetie.”
“I…you really want to know?”
Michelle nodded
“I think you only care when it concerns you. Like. If we switched roles, you wouldn’t care.”
“Why would you say that?” Michelle was hurt
“Because you never seem to care when anything else happens to me! Dad’s the one I talk to!”
“You can still come talk to me.”
“Sure. But you only ever tell me that you’re busy. Or that there’re more important things in life. It’s like you never really take me seriously.”
“But I do! I’m your mother! Of course I take you seriously.”
“Dad actually shows it.”
“How? How is he different? I got you a nice graduation gift, didn’t I?”
“Because he doesn’t try to buy me things and call it parenting!” She waited, debating on continuing to speak her mind. “And it’s his money anyways…”
“Hey! I work! I run a business!”
“Recruiting people to sell oil is not a business mom!” Ashlynn paused “I’m sorry. Can we drop this? I’m done.”
“Fine.” Michelle answered curtly.
The rest of the ride to the hotel was silent. Part of Michelle wanted to drop it and get this trip over with, the other reminded herself of why she wanted to do this alone with her child.
Their next conversation consisted of dinner plans. They were spending the night in a small town, and options were limited. But eventually it was decided that they would eat at a small Italian place. It was dark. Small, and the food was bland. But it would do for them. Conversation was minimal. Their last argument weighing heavily on both of their minds. Michelle pressed again.
“I didn’t know you hated what I do for a living.”
“I don’t hate it. I just know where the money comes from. I mean. You’re never up before ten.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t work Ashlynn!” Michelle picked at her spaghetti
“But Dad’s up before me for school. He’s already working before the sun. He runs a real business, you know?”
“Maybe we drop this? Look. You said you feel like I don’t care about you.”
Ashlynn took a bite of her salad and nodded
“Why?”
“You never teach me anything. Like dad taught me stuff that I didn’t even care all that much about. I wish…like…you remember when I got my first period?”
Michelle almost laughed at the question, and the memory “Yeah! That was cute” She chuckled
“No it wasn’t! I was scared! Dad had to tell me what it was!”
“Didn’t you learn? You just said he taught you things.”
“You should have taught me that!”
“I gave you a book!”
“I’m not reading a book on that stuff! Especially not at that age. How hard is it to have a conversation?”
“Okay. Fine. I get it, maybe I should have said something, but your father handled it.”
“And he shouldn’t have to!”
The conversation halted as it reached its natural lull. Michelle grew a smile on her face
“But did he let you drink with him?”
“No…no he didn’t.”
“Would you like some of my wine?”
“Can I?” Ashlynn’s eyes lit up
Michelle motioned for her to bring her glass over and poured some out for her daughter. The two giggled as Ashlynn took a sip
“Good, right?”
Smacking her lips, Ashlynn agreed
“Some more?”
Ashlynn nodded. Their conversation resumed, although a little lighter than it had been before.
When the check was paid, and the food was finished, mother and daughter made their way back to their hotel room. Calmer after their talk, the two went about getting ready for bed with efficiency. Michelle dawned her long sleeve pajamas. A bright, orange-reddish combination with a pattern, cozy and comfortable. Ashlynn slipped into an old pair of green shorts and a white t-shirt, and climbed into the only bed in the room. It was a tighter fit, but they each had enough room. As Michelle shut the light, Ashlynn asked her an innocent question
“Hey, how’d you and Dad meet again?”
“I was a waitress at a restaurant he used to frequent. He was nice.”
“He isn’t now?”
“No, he is, but…” Michelle smiled, nostalgic “Things are different when you’re your age.”
“Do you think I’ll meet my husband?”
“Who knows? But you make sure he’s a good guy!”
“I’ll be sure. That’s the easy part.”
“Like how you thought Tim was a good guy?”
“Mom!” Ashlynn playfully smacked her
Michelle giggled “Just teasing! Maybe I’ll teach you that tomorrow.”
“That wouldn’t be a bad thing to learn” Ashlynn admitted “Thanks for the wine mom.”
“Just between us.” Michelle paused “You know. I’m surprised you didn’t go when we got back to the room. First time alcohol usually does that.”
“Why? Did it get you?”
Michelle laughed “Yeah. Had to jump out of the car and use a field. That’s something I should have taught you today. How to pee outside.”
“Ew! No!”
Michelle laughed “Fine! Learn the hard way!”
Ashlynn giggled, finally loosening up “Are you sure you don’t need to go before bed?”
“Oh, I can hold my wine sweetie!”
“Even after today?” Ashlynn joked
“Mamma knows what she doing!” The two shared in a light moment as they laughed
“Night mom.”
“Night Ash.”
With that, the two grew silent. Michelle fell asleep first, finding comfort, even on her side. Ashlynn was next, sprawled out on her back.
Moments quickly turned to hours that passed. The room eventually grew as dark as the midnight that surrounded the hotel. Without the chattering voices of other patrons, or the hum of the air conditioner, both mother and daughter had reached a deep sleep. Though for Michelle, this was a problem. Driving for more than ten hours had fatigued her, and the wine at dinner had contributed to her deep sleep. It had also contributed to her full bladder. While she had not gone to sleep desperate, she had not gone after dinner. The salty Italian food had forced her to consume enough water to go along with her wine, and she had inadvertently filled her bladder. Urgently, her bladder sent signals to her brain, warning her of its full condition. Rest took precedent. Worse still, her muscles were tired from her desperate failure that morning. Begging her to wake up, her bladder urgently alerted Michelle’s brain that it needed to be voided. No response. Though her body had slowed the production of urine, her tired muscles provided little assistance in holding the mature woman’s full bladder. Time passed, the plight of her slumbering bladder urging again and again, promising that it needed to be voided soon.
Suddenly, a light sheen dribbled out of Michelle’s slit. It moved slowly, and ran down her skin before resting on her thigh. It was quickly followed by a slightly more rapid flow of liquid that caused the sleeping Michelle to smile. Comfort came as her bladder voided. Michelle was peeing her bed.
Given that she was asleep, the contents of her bladder moved slowly, without the aid of contracting muscles. Slowly, the orange color of her pajama’s darkened, as her running pee spilled out of her. Michelle was still sleeping on her side, and this caused much of her initial wetness to rest on her thigh. Shortly, the crotch of her pajama’s blossomed into a massive stain as gravity aided in pulling her pooling liquid towards the bed. Soon a stain formed on the bed underneath her. It grew slowly as Michelle unconsciously, unknowingly wet the bed.
As the puddle of piss grew, it quickly reached the edge of the bed. A dripping sound cut through the silence of the dark room. It turned into a tap as more and more fresh pee splashed onto the carpet below. Rhythmically, it created a second puddle on the floor.
The back of Michelle’s pajama’s were not spared either. Her slowly cascading flow of urine pooled out of the back of her as she continued to wet the bed. A clear stream produced a similar sheen on her backside, as her thighs let more urine flow down the backs of her legs. Another puddle formed under her, and expanded from the back. As it grew, the wetness moved upward first, wetting the back of her pajama top. Finally, as the last of her piss fell out of Michelle’s bladder, the puddle widened. Enough to touched Ashlynn’s sprawled out hand.
Ashlynn had taken up much of the bed space. One arm hung over the edge, while the other was close to her now wet mother. Her legs were much the same, with one close to the edge of the bed, and the other close to her mother’s body. Normally, the eighteen year old would have fine nighttime control, but now that her hand was resting in her mother’s puddle of urine, her mind was weakened. The little bit of wine that rested in her own filling bladder now had an excuse to escape, along with her soda at dinner.
As the younger woman slept, suddenly, her shorts also began to darken. The sea-foam green color showed the yellow pee as it burst forward, then stopped. Ashlynn’s mind took back control, knowing her bladder was not to be voiding. For a few moments, Ashlynn remained asleep, with only a nickel-sized stain on her crotch. Then it widened, and stopped. Then again, and again. By the time it grew across her crotch, Ashlynn, like her mother, was wetting the bed.
The puddle expanded downward, flowing straight from its source. The puddle reached past her thighs, creating an unmistakable stain between them. What sounded like a creek gently pushing itself over rocks was in fact Ashlynn’s urine pushing though her tight snatch. As her bladder fully contracted, the slight trickle had a small stream to it. The pee pooled around her genitals, forming a small lake just below her crotch. The pool of urine then seeped into the sides of her shorts, giving her formerly the formerly green fabric a dark hue. As the last of her urine poured out, it soaked the back of her loose shirt. The entirety of Ashlynn’s butt was drenched in urine, yet the stain didn’t extend past her legs. Her spread legs now housed a cooling pool of urine. Without knowing it, Ashlynn had peed her pajamas and in her bed.
As Michelle rolled over, she unknowingly splashed her top in her cold pool of nighttime piss. The room was quiet again, the sounds of a mother and daughter having a accident could no longer be heard. Though there would be much to discover in the morning. The staining pools of piss in the bed, and the now see-through stain on Michelle’s pajama’s gave her away, just as Ashlynn’s stained shorts and large puddle gave her away as well.
A/N: My main worry with this chapter is that there wasn't really any desperation, and it made the department store and restaurant scenes drag a little. Though I did like the idea of the saleswoman being desperate herself, hopefully that was enough to make the scene work. How did you like the fact that Michelle had to walk in such a busy store with wet pants, and did it add to the story that she might be unknowingly into omo? Was it embarrassing enough, or conveyed enough embarrassment? Lastly, how do you think Ashlynn will react when she wakes up, will it ruin some of the progress that her mother made with her?
Edited April 7, 2022 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: I apologize for the time it took to update this story. I extended this part and re-worked chapter 4. Hopefully this section is as good as the other two. As always, there'll be a few questions at the end. Feedback is not only appreciated but encouraged!
Chapter 3
Michelle was awoken by a violently slamming door. She blinked. Then squinted. The room was still dark, save for the sunlight that made its way around the curtains. Confusion was the first feeling she recognized. Then worry. Ashlynn was no longer beside her. Michelle rubbed her eyes. Why were her legs so cold?
Ashlynn didn’t know what to do. All she could do was stare. The outward reflection in the bathroom mirror looked like it wanted to cry. Inwardly, she was nowhere close to tears. Ashlynn felt anxious, worried. She was a day away from college, and she just wet her bed. It had to have been the wine. Is this what alcohol does? Maybe it’s just wine. Can I ever drink again? Does this run in the family? Her anxiety quickly turned to fear. Fear that she’d be ostracized, fear that it might happen to her again, maybe on a date, or like her Mother, in public.
Like a bolt of lightning, the images of yesterday’s travel struck her. Her Mother, desperately holding herself in front of Ashlynn, uncontrollably peeing down her legs. Would she end up like that? Ashlynn looked in the mirror again. With her legs firmly pressed together, only the top of the stain was visible on her crotch. Ashlynn was hit with a new sensation. Intrigue. She turned around, craning her neck to see her backside. Completely stained. Obvious. Turning back around she opened her thighs and slid off her stained shorts. She didn’t know what to feel, but disgust was not one of her emotions as she turned on the shower. If she wasn’t worried, Ashlynn was curious, and why she was more frightening than anything else. She turned on the shower, she needed a long one.
Michelle sat on the only dry spot left on the bed. She pajamas were soaked from her bedwetting, as was the bed. She felt cold, physically, but mentally she was worried. Worried that her daughter would hate her again, worried that this trip would be known for her accidents and nothing else, worried that she had blown her last chance at having what her husband had. A loving relationship with her daughter. Internally, she knew her misgivings. She was never willing to admit them. She lamented her inability to connect with Ashlynn sooner. Michelle feared what her daughter would say once she was out of the shower. It was a fear that kept her from voicing another concern. Her morning pee needed to be released, and the bathroom was well occupied.
Michelle put her book down. She looked at the clock next to the bed. Ashlynn had been in there for 45 minutes. Her bladder throbbed. It ached. Her abdomen was swollen, irritated at her stored morning pee. Placing her book on the table next to the bed, Michelle grabbed her crotch. Her mature pussy felt heavy. The tension in her muscles from holding herself was wearing on her. A thought she had tried to bury yesterday presented itself.
Pee here.
She shook her head. Telling herself not to. Her sexual mind tried again Bed’s already wet. You’re already wet. You’re cold. It’ll be warm.
Michelle took a deep breath and held her head in her hands. She looked over at her book again. It was just a detective book, but she had been reading a particularly sexual scene. It had to be that. Telling herself that she see her husband soon enough, Michelle got up and waked to the door. She took another breath, hoping Ashlynn would help her out.
“Ash? Baby, could…how long are you going to be?”
“Can I get like five more minutes mom?”
Michelle’s eyebrows perked up. Her daughter sounded normal. Cheery even. Michelle worried even more. She needed to pee. But she needed to salvage her daughter’s relationship first. She acquiesced, and made her way back to the bed, hoping her book would keep her occupied.
Michelle looked at the clock. It hadn’t even been four minutes. Especially after what she had put Ashlynn through yesterday, she wanted to give her daughter plenty of room. But sitting with her morning pee for nearly an hour was starting to take precedent. Michelle put her book back down, she wasn’t retaining any information anyway. The shower was still rushing water out of its faucet and the noise pounded in Michelle’s eardrums. Each droplet called to her through the walls. Burrowing in her mind, they gave the desperate Mother an option
Do it here. Ashlynn won’t notice. You’re already wet and so is the bed. Let her take her time.
As she held herself, Michelle rejected the idea, despite the temptation. She rocked back and forth, holding her cold, damp pajamas against her sensitive skin. She looked over to the clock again. Five minutes. Leaping up from the bed, Michelle took a step towards the bathroom. She stopped. A rush of desperation demanded her attention. Hinging at her hips, Michelle bent forward and exhaled. Her bladder had recovered from her mishap the day before and was willing to give her a chance. Burying her hands into the crotch of her damp pajamas, Michelle kept her legs crossed and waddled to the bathroom door. The noise of Ashlynn’s shower caused her to clench with all her might as she gently rapped on the door.
“Okay, Ashlynn?” Michelle bent her knees and began to bob up and down at the door “Baby, it’s been five minutes. Mammabear really…really… needs the bathroom.”
The shower turned off. Michelle hoped her daughter would open the door next. Instead, she gave another request.
“Can I get dressed real quick?”
“Ash, just let me pee and you can have all the time you need.” Michelle danced, marching her legs in place.
“Please mom? Can you wait? I’ll be quick, I promise!”
Michelle began to wonder if Ashlynn was keeping her locked out on purpose. Michelle pushed the idea away. As she attempted to understand her daughter’s position, she gave one final grace
“Alright. But be quick. I am not about to have another accident!”
Michelle began to pace in front of the door as she held herself. Biting down on one of her fingers, worry began to take hold of her mind.
I need to pee, oh my gosh I need to pee. I hope Ashlynn’s not keeping me. What if she hates me? Did I make my daughter hate me? Is she going to snap? What if I have another accident? Why did I like it yesterday?
Michelle stopped pacing and held herself, wiggling in desperation that was quickly reaching a climax. She nearly jumped as a sharp pain stabbed at her bladder. Her tiering muscles were nearly finished holding her morning pee. Michelle pushed her back up against the wall, and put one foot against it, using her thigh to assist her hand in holding it. She exhaled.
Its gonna happen! Hold it Michelle, hold it! You’re better than this! Don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee!
The hairdryer began to echo through the wall. Fear gripped Michelle as she swallowed hard. Expressing her anxiety as anger, she pounded on the bathroom door.
“Ash! I don’t have time for this! Open this door right now!” She pounded against the thin door again “C’mon baby, Mom really has to pee!”
Nothing. Michelle wasn’t even sure if Ashlynn could hear her over the sound of the hairdryer. She held herself tightly at the doorway.
You’re going to have to find another spot. You were good at this before. Find a trashcan or something
Gingerly putting one foot in front of the other, Michelle looked around the room. The hotel had provided a desk against the far wall near the window, but there was no trash can under it. Michelle looked against the main door. No trash can either. Between the bed. Nothing. Fear gripped her again
You could always wet your pajamas again. They haven’t dried yet.
For a moment, she considered it. The bed looked different to her. Inviting.
You could pee on the stain. Doesn’t matter now
Biting her lip, Michelle made a fearful decision. She scampered over to the bed and hopped on. Hoping that Ashlynn stayed in the bathroom, Michelle couldn’t bear the thought of her daughter exiting the bathroom and seeing what her mother was about to do.
Squatting over the stain of her daughter’s bed wetting, Michelle pulled down her pajama bottoms. Closing her eyes, she felt a strong rush of liquid push towards her exposed opening. Contracting her bladder muscles, Michelle could feel a moist sensation squirt out. A small arc stopped suddenly.
Her muscles clenched, her brain telling her no. Michelle was desperate, but couldn’t pee. She felt cold, vulnerable, and distraught as she squatted on the hotel bed. A small dollop of wetness had moistened the stained bed.
Pain. Her steely muscles had prevented her from getting her desperately needed relief. Michelle closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and prepared to try again. Contracting her frighted muscles, she tried to give herself permission to pee.
It’s ok Michelle. Ash needs her space. You can do this for her, as her mother. It’s alright if you have to go. She won’t see you
Her mental persuasion worked on herself. This time, Michelle felt the same rush of desperately held urine run towards her waiting pussy. With her eyes still closed, she could feel the first tingling sensation of relief. It was quickly followed by the first sounds of her pee pattering onto the mattress.
Michelle was ready to exhale. She had broken her mental barrier and was about to enjoy her release when she heard a knock on the main door.
“No!” She exclaimed.
Covering her slit with her free hand, Michelle’s pee quickly wet her fingers.
“Mom? Could you get that? I’m naked.”
“Ye-yeah..sure h-hon.” Michelle regained control.
As she slid her pajamas back over herself, a rogue rivulet of warm pee rolled down her leg, moistening her thigh as she carefully stepped off the bed. She wanted to cry. Her genitals burned with every agonizing step towards the door. Her bladder was angry, screaming like a petulant child that didn't get their way. With her legs crossed as tightly as she could squeeze them, Michelle answered the door, her hand buried into her crotch.
“Clean?” The cleaning service asked. She spoke with an Eastern European accent
“N-n-no, w-we’re ok…” Michelle’s body shook with the strain of holding her pee
“Ok. When I come back?” The woman asked in broken English
“L-lat-Ah!” Michelle slammed the door on the confused woman.
Despite her best efforts to hold it, Michelle was starting to spurt pee into her pajama pants again. Knowing the hot, moist liquid was the harbinger of another accident, she whipped around to the bathroom door and made one final, desperate plea to her daughter.
“Ashlynn. Honey. Please!” Michelle weakly knocked on the bathroom door, nearly in tears “I-I’m starting to pee my pants again.” Her voice cracking “Baby, please! I…I don’t want to h-have another a-accident.”
Michelle sunk towards the floor, pee still spurting into her pajamas. As she started to resign herself to the fact that she was about to wet her pants again, Michelle heard the click of the door lock.
Bursting into the bathroom with the last of her strength, Michelle darted towards the toilet. Upon seeing the porcelain bowl, her muscles gave in, and as Michelle pulled her pajama bottoms down, she sprinkled urine on the floor before she was able to hover over the toilet.
Michelle groaned as she hovered over the toilet. A loud hiss erupted through the small bathroom as Michelle lowered herself to sit on the bowl. An uncontrollable spray of hot pee splattered the edge of the bowl, splashing into the water with a sound that nearly matched the verbose hissing of her desperately held pee.
Michelle shuttered in ecstatic relief as she bent herself forward, then backwards against the back of the seat. Moaning as she continued to turn the toilet water yellow, she looked over to her topless daughter
“Oh, Ash, I’m sorry I invaded your space.” Michelle contracted her bladder muscles, continuing to spray a thick stream into the toilet. “But Mama really needed this. Ohmygosh I had to pee.”
Ashlynn tried to cover her ears but her mother’s moaning and hissing overpowered her senses. As her mother apologized again, Ashlynn made the mistake of looking over. Guess mom only shaves occasionally. Didn’t need to know that. Her mother made no effort to cover herself, and with her legs spread, Ashlynn could see the end of her mother’s pee stream begin to drip from her exposed snatch. Turning away, Ashlynn stepped out of the bathroom to give her pissing mother some privacy.
Michelle couldn’t help but sigh as she finished. Taking a few squares of toilet paper, she cleaned herself and flushed. The next moments between her and her daughter were quiet as embarrassment and worry settled in. Michelle had wet herself and now peed in front of her daughter. That was embarrassment enough. But worry overrode both incidents. Michelle was worried that her daughter had locked her out maliciously, and that Ashlynn had firmly decided to hate her mother. Michelle also worried for herself, in her desperation, she had not forgotten her own mind’s preoccupation with having another accident.
As she closed the bathroom door, Michelle couldn’t have felt more scared.
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Ashlynn wanted to start small talking with her mother, but after their interaction in the hotel room, it was hard to start. After the two had put their soiled clothes into the same bag that held her mother’s wet jeans from the day before, they packed and took the elevator to the lobby. Not a word was spoken. As they got off of the elevator and took advantage of the complimentary breakfast, the two still hadn’t said a word. Ashlynn put the blame on her shoulders. Her mind was wrought with questions, and the only one that could answer them may not even speak to her.
Michelle didn’t feel very hungry as they sat down. Not only did the hotel food look sub-par, but the fear of what she had done to her relationship with her daughter had tied nots in her stomach. Eventually, Ashlynn came back with just and apple and some juice.
“That’s all you’re getting?”
Ashlynn nodded as she bit into her apple
“You know they had some gluten-free options at the end of the table?”
Ashlynn chewed and put her apple down on the small plate in front of her
“How’d you know I went gluten-free?”
“Your father and I were very worried with your problems last year. Of course I knew you were gluten-free.”
“You were worried so much you didn’t ever take me to the doctor.”
“Ash-I…”
The stress of the past two days and the fear of losing her daughter’s respect came of Michelle. To stop herself from crying, she put her head in her hands.
“I’ve been an awful mother.” Her voice was weak, muffled by her hands
“N-no…I didn’t say that.”
“Just say it Ash, just say it.”
“No. I just…ok, you want the truth?”
Michelle picked her head up. Looking her daughter in the eyes, she nodded.
“I really just feel.” Ashlynn paused “Like I don’t really know you. It’s like. It’s like I’m not even wanted, or that you had me just to say that you had a kid.”
“That’s not true! You’ve been a blessing, baby…it’s me. I-I wasn’t ready to have you.”
“I was an accident?” Ashlynn squealed
“No! No, no, nothing like that. Your father and I planned for you, and we. You know.” Michelle paused, searching for the right words “Expected to…um”
“Ew. Mom!”
Michelle shrugged “It’s how you got here! My point is…Ash…I didn’t know until I had you that I wasn’t ready. I was still…I am still…immature. Thank God for your father. He…” Michelle trailed off
A smile broke across Ashlynn’s face “If you’re worried, I don’t hate you. I just wish we were closer. You know?”
Michelle nodded “Me too honey. Me too.” Michelle slapped her thighs, now clad in jeans “Well, I have to tell the front desk about the bed. Talk in the car?”
“I’d like that.” Ashlynn smiled, her worries dissipating.
As she made her way back to the buffet selection, she could feel her bladder start to ask for relief. Knowing better since her incident yesterday, Ashlynn promised herself that she’d use a gas station’s facilities this time.
Michelle made her way to the front desk, her large purse over her shoulder as she made her way to the man behind the counter
“Um…hi. I’d like to check out. But, uh…there was a bit of a spill on the um…on the bed.”
Robotically, he began typing on his computer
“Which room?”
“311.”
“And was the spill food, beverage, chemical or urine?”
“Uh…p-pee…it…it was pee.”
The mas spoke in one long, unbroken sentence, unphased by her admission
“I understand Mrs. Williams, and I do apologize, we know that accidents happen and do not assume that you committed this act intentionally, but we will have to assess a 50% fee to the total bill for your stay.”
“I…understand.”
The man nodded and took her card, and gave her the receipt. In short order, Michelle and Ashlynn were back on the road again.
This time, small talk ensued almost immediately. Both Michelle and Ashlynn were glad to have cleared the air, and the conversation was light. Ashlynn was comfortably holding her filling bladder. The pressure against her privates produced a tingling sensation akin to a spice on the tongue. Crossing her legs, she was surprised at her mother’s question.
“Hey Ash. Can I ask you something important?”
“Sure.”
“This morning. Did you.” Michelle paused “Did you keep me from the bathroom on purpose?”
“No! Of course not! Why would I do that to you?”
“I just thought that maybe, you know, that you blamed me for what happened last night.”
“No. We have issues, I think that’s obvious. But like, I wouldn’t do that to you!”
Michelle smiled “I know. I just needed to know.”
“The fact that you would even bring that up hurts me.”
“I told you, and I’ll admit I’m immature. I won’t lie baby, that might be something I’d do at your age.”
“Mom! That’s so mean!”
Michelle chuckled “You know, in some ways, I’m glad you’re your fathers daughter!”
Ashlynn shook her head, not wanting to know the kind of escapades her mother used to get into.
When they reached the gas station, Ashlynn hopped out, eager to avoid the mistake she made yesterday. Her mother asked her to pick up a few items while she was inside, a quick list that included water and soda.
Skipping those items first, Ashlynn made her way to the back of the convenience store. As she opened the women’s restroom, she nearly gagged.
The tile floor was stained, evidence that it had not been cleaned in quite some time. The foul odor that was emitting from the toilet itself was a retching sight. The water that was left in the bowl was black, tar like in color, and the uncleaned seat drove Ashlynn back outside. Grumbling, and worried about her filling bladder, Ashlynn purchased the items that her mother had asked her for. Crossing her legs in the isle, she rubbed her thighs, which were kept under her black leggings. She hoped there would be another stop soon.
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As Michelle downed a water, she tossed it over to her daughters side, the bottle rolling onto the floor. Ashlynn was sitting at an odd angle, her legs crossed and her weight shifted onto one hip. Michelle thought of a way to connect with her daughter.
“Kind of quiet. You want to trade songs?”
Ashlynn looked up. “I dunno. I don’t think you’d like any of my stuff.”
“How bad can it be?”
Ashlynn shrugged and plugged her phone into the car charger. Taking the time to discreetly hold herself as she did. As she set up her music she asked
“Are we stopping again anytime soon?”
“Wasn’t planning on it, why?”
“Oh, I forgot to buy a nail filer is all.” Ashlynn lied
“You’ll be ok.”
As the music began to play, Michelle regretted her decision to allow Ashlynn the speakers. It certainly wasn’t her kind of music. But she let it play on.
A half an hour had nearly passed. Ashlynn had stopped paying attention, even to her own music. What she saw out the window worried her more. There was nothing but open fields and the occasional tuft of shrubs and trees. No place for them to stop. Certainly no proper place. She looked over to her mother, who has happily humming to her own music while she sipped on another water. Shifting in her seat again, Ashlynn tried to get comfortable. Perhaps her bladder wasn’t full at all. Maybe it was instead her anxiety from her unanswered questions. Ashlynn turned down the radio.
“Hey Mom? Can I ask you. I don’t know…a kind of personal question?”
“What kind of personal question?”
“About this morning.”
“Um…I guess.”
“Do you” Ashlynn paused, she exhaled, partly in desperation, partly in awkwardness. “I guess I want to know. Do you um…wet the bed a lot?”
Silence. Michelle’s music could faintly be heard. The older woman was debating on what to say.
“I guess I should be honest with you. It-it happens more than I’d like. Yes. Why?”
“Is it going to happen to me?”
“Not unless you have a kid.”
“What about, like alcohol? Will it happen again if I drink?”
“If you drink a ton, yeah, maybe.”
Ashlynn sighed “So I guess no fun for me. I’ll lock myself in my dorm, and just go to class.”
“What are you talking about?”
Ashlynn let her fears slip, her anxiety made her swallow hard “I’m scared mom. I-I’m not right for this. I shouldn’t have gone so far away. I don’t know anyone! We-we should turn back.”
“Oh, knock it off Ash!”
“No! I’m serious! I don’t want to go. If that happens to me, they’ll all make fun of me! I don’t want to go. I’m not good enough!”
“Ash. Baby, sweetie…Where is al this coming from? Just from this morning?”
Ashlynn sniffled, holding back tears “I don’t know. I’m scared!”
“Of what?”
“Everything!” Ashlynn screamed
“Hey, easy baby, you’re going to do just fine. Remember when we moved?”
Ashlynn curled into a ball, her worry enrapturing her mind, fear taking control despite her full bladder.
“You were young, and you had the same fears, the same worries. But you know what? You made friends. Other kids wanted to be around you. I mean, how many boys asked you to the prom?”
“Yeah but…”
“So what’s so different about this?”
“It’s easy to make friends when you’re like 6!”
“Is it? My friends are mostly from college, Ash. And I’m not as strong, smart or pretty as you are. Maybe link up with the other grads from out of state. Or a sorority. That’s what they’re there for.”
“Maybe.”
“This isn’t like you Ash. You sure nothing is bothering you?”
“No! This is like me! This is what I mean! You were never there when it counted! I used to get like this before track all the time. What do you think I quit? Dad would always be the one to calm me down.” Ashlynn sighed “I hate myself.”
Michelle rubbed Ashlynn’s shoulder.
“I. I can’t make up for it. And I’m sorry. But I’m here now. And I can’t tell you anything you don’t already know. I love you. Your dad loves you, and we both think the world of you. Things are scary before change, I get it. But…look…maybe just promise me a semester? If you don’t like it, you can transfer.”
Ashlynn looked out the window.
“Maybe not me. But can you promise Dad? He’s so proud of you. It’d break his heart if you quit.”
Ashlynn looked back over, and rubbed her eyes.
“I-I shouldn’t have said that about you.”
“No-you’re being honest, it’s ok.”
“No, but I want to promise you, mom. As long as we get to spend some time together on breaks. That’s all I’ve ever wanted from you.”
“It’s a deal Ash.” Michelle looked at her daughter and smiled. “And I’m proud of you too.”
Ashlynn nodded. The commotion had taken her mind off of her bladder, but she was again made aware of it. Pulling her leg up onto the seat, she dug her heel into her privates. There still was no bathroom in sight.
More time had passed. How much, Ashlynn wasn’t sure. Her bladder was full, it pushed against her genital walls. She had promised it relief, and had not delivered. She peered down at her waistband, her bladder bulged and stretched her shirt and leggings. Ashlynn exhaled.
“You ok sweetie?” Michelle asked
“Yeah. Just um…doing a relaxation technique.” Ashlynn hid her real condition
“Ah. You’ll be ok.”
“Not much on this road, huh mom?” Ashlynn hinted at her predicament
“Not for a while. Actually probably should have cooled it on those waters.” Michelle chuckled
Ashlynn muttered to herself. She should have used the bathroom at the hotel. She didn’t blame herself for skipping the gas station bathroom, but she blamed herself for not using the public bathrooms at the hotel. Now, she was paying the price for her choice. Her filled bladder throbbed in discomfort that would soon become painful. There was no respite in sight.
Michelle found it hard to drive. Not because she was particularly drowsy, but the rural highway was entrancing. There wasn’t much to look at. Not an exit, hardly other cars. She at least had her filling bladder to keep her company. She hadn’t been kidding when she suggested to her daughter that she drank her waters too quickly. Knowing that they were miles away from any populated exit made it slightly worse. Resigning herself to the fact that she’d probably have to squat at some point, Michelle comfortably wiggled in her seat. She’d be fine.
Ashlynn shifted, to sit on the heel of her sneaker. Temporary relief came to her as she struggled with her bladder. Rocking on her heel, Ashlynn’s hand was now pressed firmly into her crotch. She leaned back into the car seat, closing her eyes, hoping that when she opened them, they’d be at a stopping area.
Ashlynn opened her eyes again. She hadn’t slept, she hadn’t napped. It had only been a short time, and the pain in her swelled bladder was far greater than it had been. The only thing on her mind was relief. She exhaled again, feeling warm. She could only think of her pain. Reaching over, she turned her seat cooler onto its highest setting. The fan started to blast her clammy back. She was sweaty, hot. Almost feverish, her muscles were tense. Tightly held in their spots, they each attempted to quell Ashlynn’s irritated bladder. Her concentrated pee sloshed against the sides of her bladder, each movement of the heavy liquid put additional pressure against her strained muscles.
Michelle could feel her bladder swelling. Having already experienced her intense morning desperation, her mind was fixated on avoiding another mishap. Looking at her printed out directions, Michelle made a decision. They had miles to go before their next exit, and she wasn’t willing to risk her bladder or her pants again, as her memory of yesterday’s accident ran through her mind. Turning her head, she was about to let her daughter know of her decision. Surprisingly, she saw Ashlynn contorted and twisted, her legs wrapped around each other and her hands buried into her crotch. Instantly, Michelle knew what was wrong with her daughter.
“Ash. Baby, do you have to pee?”
“Uh…um…” Ashlynn didn’t want to admit that she forwent the bathroom again
“Let me rephrase that. Ashlynn. I know you have to pee.”
“Ok. Fine. Yeah mom, I really, really have to freaking pee! Are we stopping soon?”
Michelle slapped the car hazard lights on and slowed the car to a halt as she pulled over to the side of the road.
“As a matter of fact, we’re stopping right now.”
“Um…”
“I may have missed my chances to teach you motherly things as you were growing up. But I’m not missing them anymore. Now c’mon.”
“Wh-where?”
“In that mess of bushes over there.” Michelle pointed across the open field next to them
“Mom…I can’t…”
“This is something I wish my mother taught me. If you’re going to be partying and doing all the things you’re supposed to do in college, you’re going to need to know how to pee outside. It’s not hard, I’ll show you.”
“It’s…what if someone sees me?”
“They won’t. Let’s go, Mama’s gotta pee too.”
Ashlynn didn’t move. Michelle continued to coerce
“Do you want to end up like I did yesterday?”
“Honestly mom. I…I think I’d rather pee my pants.”
“Ash.” Michelle paused for a moment. She hoped her daughter hadn’t had the same conflicting thoughts she did.
“Ash, peeing yourself isn’t an option right now. What would your father think if you did that to his seat?”
Ashlynn looked at her mother. She just needed another nudge. Michelle was about to teach her daughter. She reached out her hand, which Ashlynn took.
“Look, Ash, if you have a fear of peeing outside, let me help you. Mamabear used to be a party girl, she can show you how to do it.”
Ashlynn decided to trust her mother. Stepping out of the car, Ashlynn followed her across the field. Ashlynn was half bent over, swaying her knees and clutching herself to hold her full bladder. It was starting to feel like a rock. Her abdomen was tight. She felt like the weight of her distended bladder was trying to pull her into the earth. Her mother stopped once they reached the patch of shrubs and trees. Upon doing so she gave her first instruction.
“Honey, can you stand next to me?”
Ashlynn obeyed, though her knees were shaking. She was nearly at her limit. She was finding it harder and harder to stand up straight and couldn’t clench any harder.
“Okay, so first, look left.” Michelle demonstrated “Then look right, then as you look left again…really only if you’re wearing jeans, or something with a zipper, undo your pants. And if you have a friend, this is where you ask them to cover you.”
Michelle shimmed out of her jeans and squatted, carefully holding her jeans out of the way
“And remember to keep your pants out of the way.”
Ashlynn continued to squirm as she watched a leaf below her mother suddenly show drops of liquid on one of its tips. Her mother gave one final instruction
“And once you’ve done that.” Quickly, a splattering could be heard from the dirt. “Pee.” Michelle sighed “Your turn.”
Ashlynn bit her lip. She didn’t have a choice, and was about to burst. Listening to her mother pee wasn’t helping. Deciding to get it over with, Ashlynn promptly followed none of her mother’s instructions and instead whipped her black leggings down. Squatting next to her peeing mother, she quickly found relief.
By the time she was over the dirt, piss came rocketing forth. A loud hiss erupted from her tired muscles. Her thick stream of wet pee kicked up dirt from the ground onto her ankles and droplets of her warm urine splashed the outside of her sneakers. Ashlynn closed her eyes and sighed. The relief was unimaginable, orgasmic, almost.
“Ashlynn, baby! Oh my goodness! How long have you been holding it?” Michelle asked, pee still pouring from her exposed pussy
“Since…since the hotel.” Ashlynn panted
The dry dirt that had been moved under the force of Ashlynn’s stream now created a small pool that held her bubbling piss. An obvious puddle had formed under her as she sighed again
“Sweetie, you can’t be doing that to yourself. Tell me next time, ok?”
Ashlynn nodded, enjoying her relief. The two were hidden enough from the highway, but should anyone have walked along the field, the act that the two were committing would have been obvious. Mother and daughter, their bare butts exposed, spraying fresh pee onto the dirt below them.
Michelle’s own stream was dwarfed by her daughter’s, but as she watched the clear spraying liquid wet the ground in front of her, she felt proud. Though it was unconventional, she could say that she taught her daughter something. A skill that she could pass down. As she felt the last of her bladders contents rushing out of her snatch, she closed the lesson.
“I’m just about done, you ok honey?”
Ashlynn nodded and finally opened her eyes. Her stream was no longer as loud or fast as it had been, but it continued to spray the ground at a reasonably fast pace. She looked over to her mother, who’s stream had stopped, but she was still occasionally spirting clear piss onto the ground. Ashlynn could see her contracting her muscles to force whatever was left, out.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Michelle smiled at her daughter, her flow finally stopping. She continued to drip
Ashlynn shook head.
“We’ve got a little ways before we reach a populated area. Mom’s probably going to need to do this again. You’ll tell me if you need to join me, right?”
Ashlynn smiled. Her flowing urine cutoff and she too started to drip.
Michelle smiled too and rubbed her daughters back.
“See, I can teach you things too! This was easy, right?”
“Actually, yeah.” Halfway chuckling, Ashlynn admitted “It was even kind of fun!”
“I wouldn’t go that far dear. Here, one more thing.” Michelle reached into her purse, still squatting as she air-dried
“Buy a couple packs of these and put them in your purse.” Michelle produced a pack of tissues “They’ll bail you out if need be.” Wiping herself, she tossed the used tissue onto the ground and stood, picking her panties and jeans up with her.
“Are these bio-degradable?” Ashlynn asked, still squatting
“Uhh…”
As Ashlynn studied the package, Michelle could hear another faint hiss. Her daughter was peeing again.
“Baby, how much did you drink?”
“First one of the day. I’ve been waiting awhile.”
The second stream wasn’t much, and stopped after just a few seconds.
“Huh. These are bio-degradable. Good job mom!”
“Um…thanks.”
Ashlynn cleaned herself too and dropped her used tissue into the pool of cool piss that she had created. Standing, she smiled at her mom
“Ready?” Michelle asked
“Ready!”
As they walked back to the car, Ashlynn reached out and hugged her mother with one arm. It may have been the high of her desperately needed relief, or perhaps she was finally getting what she wanted all along. Womanly advice and someone to lean on. Looking back as they reached the car, Ashlynn saw two small tuffs of white tissue. Markers of what they had done.
Climbing back into the car, Michelle turned the hazards off and merged back onto the highway. Ashlynn had another question
“Hey mom? You said that wetting myself wasn’t an option. Is it ever really an option?”
Instinctually, Michelle wanted to say no, but there was something deep inside her. She said nothing as she tried to bury it, leaving her daughter without an answer.
A/N: This is way longer than I had originally intended it to be. Coming in at 5k words, it will be the longest of this series. I hope the return to descriptive desperation was well received. Did you prefer Michelle or Ashlynn's situation? Personally, I feel as though I short-changed Ashlynn's desperation a little. Also, I feel as though I may have mishandled the sub-plot of Ashlynn feeling anxious about going to school. Did her conversation with Michelle feel misplaced or out-of-the-blue? In any case, the wait for chapter 4 will be much shorter! |
A/N: Told you Chapter 4 would be here quicker! As always, there'll be a few questions at the end. Feedback is not only appreciated but encouraged! As this is right now the canonical end of this story, I'll have a personal review at the end. I would love your thoughts as well, as I have a few important questions.
Chapter 4
Comparatively, the rest of the trip was uneventful. Ashlynn had comfortably fallen into a nap, and Michelle focused on the road, though there wasn’t much to look at. She played the license plate game, looking for all the different states. Though with so few cars on the road, finding ones that were unique to the state they were in was enough of a challenge. She liked to wonder where everyone was headed. Would she ever get to meet them? Would they ever have the same struggles she experienced? As the thought crossed her mind, she looked over at Ashlynn, who was soundly sleeping.
It hadn’t taken much for her to get over her fear, and perhaps her obvious desperation was to credit, but Michelle felt proud. It was an odd thing to feel proud of, and yet she did. As Michelle continued to ponder, she figured her pride came in helping her daughter conquer her fear. It could have also stemmed from the fact that what they had done was private. Usually an act left for the shadows, instead, Michelle had opened herself to her daughter, and she hoped, helped her grow. In a way, they had both physically and metaphorically exposed themselves to each other, and that was enough for Michelle to consider the trip a success.
Michelle wondered if her accident had done the same. She certainly remembered Ashlynn’s tears. Her pleas for her mother to stop. And Michelle’s own effort as she felt her panties moistening. It was not an experience she wanted to relive. To be standing in public with hot pee rolling down her legs was not how she pictured herself connecting with her maturing daughter. As the memories came back in the quiet, Michelle was reminded to let her husband know. Sighing, she grabbed her phone and tapped out a text, occasionally looking back up at the road
Honey, I wet the bed again
It wasn’t something Michelle had wanted to type. But her body had forced her, and her husband had to know. She was sure he didn’t want that text either.
A few moments later, her phone buzzed back.
Oh no! You OK? Should probably let Dr. Leibermann know.
The rest of the trip was a success though. He’ll want to know that too. Love you!
Michelle put her phone back down and stretched in her seat. Downing the last bottle of water, she prepared for the final leg of their trip.
Ashlynn fluttered her eyes open. Her face was warm from a combination of both the sun and her hand. Her arm was numb, and she shook it out.
“We there yet?”
“Almost. We just crossed into Massachusetts. We’ll be there in about an hour or so.”
Ashlynn grumbled and rubbed her eyes
“Boy, this looks a little like Georgia, doesn’t it Ash?”
“Um. Not really mom.”
“You don’t think so? With all the farmland and trees? Except everything feels so narrow!”
“But the trees don’t have any of that hanging moss. And the stonewalls?”
“I guess. At least it’s a little unique I guess. But I thought the north had big cities?”
“Well sure, but not everywhere!” Ashlynn waited to pivot the conversation “How long was I asleep?”
Michelle shrugged. “I don’t know. Couple hours?”
Ashlynn nodded, trying to make small talk, but not necessarily interested in the conversation. She felt a dull ache in her bladder, a slight pressure against her genitals. She smiled, remembering her mother’s decisive lesson.
“You know, that was actually kind of fun.”
“What was?”
“I mean I really feel like I can do it now.”
“Oh!...You mean?”
“Uh-huh. You made it less…gross? Maybe more understandable.”
“I think its natural to not want to do that where others could see it, or you. I’m just here to show you how to do it and not get caught.” Michelle smiled
“Yeah…” Ashlynn smiled back. “Do…um…do you have to go again?”
“No. Why do you?”
“Kinda. But I was more hoping-“
“Don’t tell me you want to do that again?” Michelle’s voice rang of shock and disappointment
“Squatting in a bush with your mother isn’t supposed to be fun Ash. It’s just something that had to be done!”
“But at least it was something we shared. I feel like we don’t have anything in common!”
“Everyone pees dear.”
“Yeah but not everyone uses it to conquer a fear! I’m just trying to say that I enjoyed it.”
“You enjoy peeing outside?”
Michelle’s voice was low, she was worried that she had inadvertently uncovered something. First, her thoughts about her own desperation, now, her daughter. It was her turn to fear. Fear that Ashlynn might see this as the height of their bond
“No. I enjoy learning things from you. Its what I have with dad, and honestly, have hardly ever got from you. Until now.”
Her daughter more or less confirmed her fears with words. In a way, Michelle blamed herself.
“Look. I’m glad I taught you something honey but…I-um…I don’t have to go, so….Can you wait?”
“Fine. I know its strange to say mom, but I felt like we really shared something.”
Michelle wanted to agree. She had to agree. But she didn’t want this to be her path to her daughter. She had gotten Ashlynn to open up. But she wondered if it cost her a normal relationship. What was worse still was that Michelle wasn’t telling the whole truth. Their conversation had encouraged her dormant bladder, and their final stop would be one that she’d need to take. The question of whether or not Ashlynn would try to use Michelle’s need for another ‘experience’ plagued the 42 year-old woman’s mind.
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As the farmland and stonewalls gave way to small towns and populated neighborhoods Michelle began to feel more and more of her urine press on her genitals. They were close to their final stop, which was just over twenty minutes from Ashlynn’s college. Still, she unconsciously began to shift her weight from one hip to the other. Squirming in her seat, she could feel the heat from her tightening muscles. While her need was certainly greater than when Ashlynn asked her last, Michelle did not feel worried about her filling bladder.
By the time Michelle took the car off of the highway, the ache of her bladder had become more acute. She figured it was her time to use the gas station bathroom. She let her daughter know of her intent as they pulled into the filling station.
“Honey, could you fill up the car? Mom’s gonna use the bathroom.”
“Oh…I was gonna go…”
“You can after me. I’ve been waiting for a little while.”
There was a pause as Michelle reached for the handle. Ashlynn grabbed her other wrist.
“Wait. Mom. I know its different. But there has to be another trick. Something that I should know before school.”
“Ash, please don’t ask what I think you’re asking.”
“I am. I’ve been thinking about what you said. About making friends. And…and liking to be around people. And I do, you’re right. If I’m going to be taking trips and doing all the things you did in school, shouldn’t I learn them now?”
“This isn’t right. We should have a regular-“
“Mom, nothing about this trip has been regular.” Ashlynn looked her mother dead in the eyes. The matching brown color of Mother and Daughter meeting. “Please? You said you wish you mother taught you some of this ‘girl stuff’. I don’t want to miss the opportunity.”
Michelle sighed. Her bladder was starting to bother her. She leaned forward, defeated by her own emotions as she sat back down.
“If I show you this, will you at least call us twice a month?”
Ashlynn nodded “I’ll probably call you every day if you want.”
Ashlynn offered her mother the one thing she was hoping for. The reason for the trip. A deal she couldn’t pass up.
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Michelle sighed again. “Alright dear. Get two large cups, ones with a wide top. We’ll wait until we get to school.”
Giddy, Ashlynn sprang out of her seat
“Love you Mom!” She called as she made her way into the convenience store
“Love you too baby.”
And that’s the only reason I’m doing this. Michelle thought to herself as she tried to quell her own intrigue.
Ashlynn counted down the minutes. They were back on the road, hurdling towards her new life. In the moment, she basked in the joy of her newfound experience with her mother. Internally, she understood the abnormality of their relationship, but in the end, it got her what she wanted. Ashlynn looked over. Smiling at her still driving Mother. This trip had been what she wanted. She spoke her mind, she got to be honest, and as a bonus, she even found a new skill. Her new life was waiting in front of her. And her teenage angst behind her. She loved her Dad. She loved her Mom. She couldn’t help but beam a glorious smile. She was starting to love her life.
Both Mother and Daughter were nursing a full bladder as they entered campus. Having arrived late due to their travel that day, most of the students were in the dorms or cafeteria. The campus was theirs, minus the cars tightly packed against each other. Carefully, Michelle navigated the sedan down a narrow path, which was normally small for one car. But with both sides of the street housing parked cars, it was a tight fit. Eventually, as they made their way past the dorms, the street opened to a parking lot. The lot was also packed, but not full. Navigating towards the back, Michelle turned the car around and backed into a free space near the back. Spots were free on either side, and both Michelle and Ashlynn had a good view of the walkway that surrounded the parking lot and led back to the dorms. Michelle took a deep breath and exhaled
“Ready?” She looked over at Ashlynn
Her daughter was bouncing in her seat, holding herself. Excitedly, she looked back at her mother
“Yes! Really ready!”
Michelle broke into a nervous laugh.
“I cannot believe you have me doing this.”
“Show me! What do I have to learn?”
“Alright…alright.” Michelle accepted her predicament verbally, yet not quite internally. “So this one is good if you can’t leave the car for whatever reason.” Michelle made a tiered motion with her hands. “Look to squat first. Especially with a friend. But if you have no other option.” She picked up the cup closest to her “These kinds of cups will be your best friend.”
“So always have trash laying around?” Ashlynn joked
“No, of course not!” Michelle laughed nervously again “But anything with a wide mouth. Can’t really aim like a guy can.”
Ashlynn nodded
“And you gotta be around friends you really trust.”
Michelle unbuttoned her jeans and pulled her zipper down. As she wiggled out of her jeans in her seat, she watched Ashlynn do the same instinctively. Both now sat, exposed with their panties and pants wrapped around their ankles. Michelle continued the lesson
“You don’t want to do this while you’re driving of course. But put the cup right about here.”
Michelle lowered the cup with experience. It was just inches away from her awaiting snatch, ready for her to relieve herself. She observed her daughter, who was attempting to emulate her mother.
“No, honey.” Michelle spoke with the gentleness of a correcting mother “scootch your butt up a little more. You’re going to get it all over the seat.”
Ashlynn followed her instruction, angling herself over the edge of her seat. She placed the cup right up against herself.
“Oh no, don’t do that baby. Here. Watch what Mama’s doing.”
Ashlynn peered at her bottomless mother and repositioned the cup to match. Once Michelle saw that her daughter had mirrored her movement, she gave her final instructions
“And make sure you have a good grip-“ A light tapping could be heard. Then a droning splatter as Michelle began to pee into her cup “Because it gets heavy when you pee.”
Soon the same tapping sound could be heard from the other side of the car. Ashlynn had started to fill her cup as well. The sound of urine smacking into the bottom of a cup was replaced with a loud hiss as both women emptied themselves into their respective cups. Michelle’s trimmed bush and experienced snatch outpaced her daughters shaven pussy as the cup began to feel heavy for both. Having drank energy drinks and soda, Ashlynn’s urine was a yellowish liquid that could be mistaken for nothing else, but Michelle had downed mostly water. As a consequence, a clear liquid poured out of her and into the awaiting cup. The car was filled with the auditory sound of both cups filling. It was as if both mother and daughter were pouring drinks for themselves as the liquid reached the top of each respective cup, the noise changing as the volume of each cup was filled with hot pee. Michelle sighed. She finished first.
“Ahh...finished. You good?”
“Just about!” Ashlynn pushed the last out. “What next?”
“Wait ‘till you catch everything.” Michelle pointed at Ashlynn’s dripping slit. “Then be careful and dump it.”
Reaching out of the car window, Michelle emptied her cup onto the ground. Placing it back in the cupholder, she pulled up her panties. A jolt of excitement ran through her as her wet labia connected with her panties. It dared her to give her panties more. Goosebumps. Her nipples hardening slightly, Michelle was taken by a wave of extasy as she pushed. Squeezing and contorting her nearly empty bladder, Michelle strained, attempting to extract more pleasure from her secret desire. That’s when she felt her panties warm slightly. She bit her lip. It was electric.
“Mom?”
Michelle snapped back to reality
“Oh! Um…what?”
“I’m done. Do, do you want this back?” Ashlynn held the empty cup in her hand.
“Uh…no. Just toss it.”
Ashlynn nodded
“You ok? You kind of spaced out there.”
“Yeah…yeah I’m fine Ash. You uh…learn something?”
Ashlynn smiled “Not everyone gets a lesson like that, but it’s a skill I’m glad I learned!”
Michelle smiled back “Well…it wasn’t quite what I was expecting. But you know what honey? I’m really glad you let me take you up here.”
“And I’m glad we got to talk. And I know, not everyone watches their mom pee her pants on a road trip. But that’ll sure be quite the story, right?”
“Ash, you better not tell any of your little friends about that!” Michelle giggled
Ashlynn joined her in a laugh and gave her mom a hug
“I’m just glad it wasn’t me this time!”
“This time?”
Ashlynn shrugged “Who knows what’ll happen when we get together again? And besides, you’re cool. You can pee your pants and I’ll still love you!”
Michelle laughed “Yeah, put that on a shirt!”
The two broke the embrace.
“I still don’t really want to leave, Mom.” Ashlynn’s voice was in a low tone
“Go Ash. This is your time. Where you become the woman you’ll be. It’s going to be fun, and I’m proud of you. I just wish I was there a little more along the way for you. But your dad and I love you very much.”
“Hey maybe we can hangout when I’m back in October?”
“I’d like that.”
As Ashlynn got her things out of the car, Michelle ran a hand over her crotch quickly. Her panties were slightly wet, damp from her excursion. She worried about what had gotten into her. Despite her attempts to bury it, she knew she’d have a long car ride back with just her conscious. She was wishful she’d be able to submerge her desires by the time she got home. Disappointed with herself for her intentionally damp panties, Michelle hoped her daughter had not had the same experience. As she watched Ashlynn take her things up to her dorm, she was unaware that her daughter had also pulled her panties over herself, and had dried into them. The same dampness was calling to Ashlynn. And given her age, she was much more exploratory.
A/N: Did the lack of desperation harm the quality of this story for you? Was the "teaching" angle a decent replacement? I am worried that this is a bit of a weak ending, but I'll explain more in my own thoughts below:
As I explained at the start, this is the reworked ending, and where the original idea finished. Michelle and Ashlynn's relationship is better, and Michelle wishes her daughter off to school. However, as I was writing, I expanded on the "might be into omo" aspect. This gave me an idea for an epilogue. Depending on feedback from you all, I may or may not use it to expand into a new series. So there will be one more, non-canonical chapter, that might become cannon, based on your earnest feedback.
As for the series as a whole, I can't help but feel like I could have done a better job. I usually like to mix up chapters, so its not just a ton of unintentional wetting, but at the same time, I feel like there just wasn't enough. Perhaps I should have added a duel wetting between the two, or have made Ashlynn have an accident in front of Michelle, but at the same time, I wanted to restrict the "original run" to 4 chapters. I also feel like I didn't add enough desperation to each section either, and perhaps both issues are connected. Compounding this is what I feel like is a lackluster chapter 4. No real desperation, a TON of insinuation and a mediocre description of Michelle and Ashlynn filling their cups next to each other. Overall, I like the story, and the dynamic between the two, but I can't help but feel like I made some mistakes in taking this to its full potential as a story.
Edited April 28, 2022 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: As of right now, this story is not cannon. While I'm calling it an epilogue, its only because I'm unsure of how this story effects the enjoyment of the other four chapters. Based on feedback from you, either through posts or likes, I may decide to make this cannon and continue a new series with these characters. As far as omo goes, there's a ton of it in this chapter and some good desperation. Let me know what you think! As always, feedback is not only appreciated but encouraged!
Epilogue
Michelle made the short trip from her bedroom to an alcove in the hallway. The laundry had been done for some time and she finally had a break from her work. Opening up the dryer, she plucked her pajamas from the top of the pile. Balling them into her hand, she smelled the crotch. The stench of pee filled her nostrils.
“Ugh.” Michelle was disgusted
Still holding her pajamas, she made her way to the kitchen. Her husband was enjoying his lunch. With interest, he watched his wife walk over to the kitchen trash, pajamas in hand.
“Hey, babe, aren’t those are your favorite?”
Michelle nodded “Yeah.” She looked at them, her face burning with embarrassment. “They…they smell like pee.”
“You can’t bleach them?” Her husband didn’t bat an eye
“I tried…I tried after…after last time.” Michelle’s voice broke a little “But after the other night…” Her voice trailed off
“Well. You’re going to see Doctor Leibermann this afternoon. Right?”
Michelle nodded as she flipped open the trash can.
“Wait! Dear, why don’t you keep those? We. We’re going to get through this. Ok?”
Michelle wanted to cry. She stood with her head down, staring at the open trash. Her husband walked over to her and gave her a loving embrace
“It’ll be alright. I’m sorry this happens to you, but I’m still here, right babe?”
Michelle nodded, falling into his chest as she turned around
“It’s just another obstacle. You’ll get through this. I promise. Just don’t. Don’t toss out things you love. We don’t need to change just because of this little thing.”
“It’s not little.” Michelle tried to push away
“I didn’t mean it like that. It’s important. But I just don’t want to see you down over it. I still love you. Ashlynn will be back next week, we’ll be a family again. And I don’t think either one of us want to see you worried over this. We wanna see you smile.”
Jeff smiled to accent his point. Michelle didn’t share in it. Instead she spoke curtly
“You want these? Fine!” She tossed them into his chest
Walking back to her home office in a huff, she called back
“I’m leaving for Dr. Liebermann’s in a half hour. Don’t bother me!” She slammed the door behind her
Jeff stood for a moment. Bewildered at his wife’s outburst. He thought of the only thing that could make it right
Michelle wasn’t working. She was sulking. Her face buried in her hands, she wondered if she’d ever get over her problem. Why it started, she had no idea. If it would stop, she had no idea. She just wanted comfort. She knew comfort would only come with knowing. Despite her plea for quiet, she heard a knock on the door.
“Michelle. I know I’m not a wordsmith, I didn’t mean to offend you honey. I uh…I made you something.”
Out of love for her husband, Michelle came to the door. She opened it slowly, her worry showing in her face. Her husband stood in the doorway, a steaming mug full of tea. Her favorite. Michelle couldn’t help but smile as he apologized
“I think I minimized your experience and made you feel in-uh…what’s the word?”
“Inadequate?”
“Yeah. And I didn’t mean to. I was just trying to help.”
Michelle’s smile broke into a full on grin “So you have been reading that psyche book Ash sent us!”
Jeff looked sheepishly at the ground “Well, I only understood about half of it…”
Michelle took the tea from him and began to sip. Jeff wasn’t done with his apology
“Did you…did you just want me to listen?”
Michelle nodded and took another sip. “I’d like a shoulder to cry on.”
“That’s why I’m here.”
Michelle took a huge gulp of tea.
“I’ve never had this happen before. I just…I don’t know why it keeps happening!”
Jeff wanted to respond, but thought better of it
“It never happened to me as a kid. And even when I had Ashlynn. Nothing. Why now?”
She repeated the phrase as she received another embrace from her husband
“I don’t want to keep doing this! I…I’ve ruined so much…”
“Like what?” Jeff’s only words
“Here” She motioned for Jeff to follow as they walked out of the room and down the small hallway to the master bedroom.
“I had to do the sheets again the other day. Look what I found.” Michelle pulled up the spare sheets, revealing the mattress “This is all because of me.”
A massive stain sat on Michelle’s side of the bed. It housed different colors and different spots from the age and number of times it had been created.
“I’d say we need a new mattress, but I’d end up ruining that one too!” Michelle reached for another hug as she covered the bed again
“Do you still just want me to listen?” Asked her husband
“I just want you to know how hard it is to keep waking up to this. I-I I can’t help it!”
They stood in the master bedroom, in each other’s arms for a while. Michelle didn’t want to cry, but her eyes were wet. Eventually she broke the embrace.
“I’ll be back in a few hours…I’m sorry I snapped at you dear.”
“It’s ok. I just hope we can understand it a little better soon.”
“Me too.”
With that, Michelle downed the rest of her tea and made her way out the door, but not before taking a water bottle from the fridge.
The first leg of her trip to Dr. Leibermann’s office was uneventful. Michelle cut through a few neighborhoods and local back roads in order to shorten the distance before she reached the main road. A two lane avenue, it connected the two towns efficiently. Every so often, she’d take a sip from her plastic water bottle, the cool drink combatting her insides that had been warmed from the tea. Together, they created a pleasant sensation that enticed Michelle to sip more and more water as she drove.
It wasn’t until she hit the construction traffic that Michelle felt the first hint of her filling bladder. She looked at her now empty water bottle That was a bad idea. Recognizing her mistake, Michelle told herself that she’d use the bathroom when she got to the office. It quelled her thoughts for a while, and she turned on the radio to distract herself.
Traffic would move for a while, then stop. A flagman controlled the vehicle movement and it gave Michelle some comfort that they were moving in a rhythmic manner. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, her painted nails clacking off of the device. As her tea and water continued to push into her bladder, Michelle countered using her womanly muscles. A dull ache, it remained until she passed though the construction work.
Michelle could already feel relief as she pulled into the parking lot. She had begun to massage her thighs when she could in an effort to calm herself, and was looking forward to easing herself. As she parked and climbed out of her car, she kept her legs together, the pressure countering her bladders demand. A short walk inside gave her some levity as she knew she was about to use the toilet.
A small family office, Michelle was greeted by the usual eight or nine chairs in the front closest to the windows, and a surprisingly empty front desk. Typically, Dr. Leibermann’s wife would attend to her, but she was no where to be found. As the soothing music and ambient sounds were played in her ears, Michelle walked by the empty desk and made her way down the open hallway. Standing at the only available bathroom was Dr. Libermann
“Oh, Michelle. Hi. Good to see you.” His usual gentle voice was curt. Concerned
“Hi Doctor. Is something wrong?”
“Yes. One of my…emotionally challenged clients…I believe they broke my wife’s nose…Kelly…dear, are you alright?”
Michelle could hear sniffles and tears through the thin walls.
“Do you need to go to the hospital?” The doctor was clearly worried, he turned back to Michelle “I’m very sorry Michelle.” He tried to smile, but his worry shown through, he didn’t notice Michelle bobbing in place, her desperation growing “Is it possible to do this another time?”
“Uh…I-“
“Mrs. Liebermann, why don’t we go to the urgent care up the road?”
Michelle turned. A thin, but younger woman quickly walked by her, an ice pack and bandage in hand. It was the other doctor, Doctor Snyder. She was newer, but took charge of the situation.
“Doctor, if you want to start your session, I can take Kelly.”
Without waiting for a response, the 30 year-old doctor walked into the bathroom and emerged with Dr. Leiberman’s wife. The sixty-something year old was holding her nose, clearly in pain. Though Dr. Snyder was thin, she helped support the larger woman, her olive skin contrasting with Kelly’s white. The two walked by the bobbing Michelle, who had nearly forgotten her need in the commotion. Dr. Leibermann looked at her.
“I’m open to doing our session Michelle, but you’ll understand if I’m not as attentive. If you wish to come back…“
Two forces controlled Michelle’s answer. She was sick of waking up to a wet bed. She was fearful of her body, and she felt for Dr. Lebermann. If anything, she thought, he could use someone to talk to in order to take his mind off of what had happened. Her maternal instincts kicked in
“No, no, I’d prefer if we had our session today. I feel like I need one.”
Dr. Leibermann nodded and led her into his office, just to the right of the bathroom. Before entering, Michelle took one last glance at the restroom door. I should have asked. But with all that… She put more stock in her social grace and decided to start her session.
Dr. Leibermann took his place in an easy chair on one side of the small room. Michelle took a seat on the large couch against the back wall. She crossed her legs as she sat, and felt some of the pressure in her bladder dissipate. A large rug covered much of the carpet, and two bookshelves held many assorted psychology and medicine books. A speaker played soothing natural sounds to give the entire room and academic, yet calming feel.
“So, Mrs. Williams. How have you been this week?”
“You mean the whole week, or just my…problem?” Michelle turned a little red at the admission
“The whole week.”
“Not bad. Jeff has had some time off recently before his next project. So I’ve enjoyed having him home. And Ashlynn comes in next week for fall break.”
“And how has she been?”
“Great! She thinks she’s going to make the dean’s list. And she kept up her promise. She calls nearly every week.”
Dr. Libermann nodded. Michelle shifted her weight, the pressure in her bladder forcing her. It nearly tickled as it pushed on her abdomen. Michelle was able to squeeze her crossed legs, more than enough to hold it.
“So your relationship has improved?”
“I’d say so, yes. We don’t talk about much. Nothing deep. Just the usual things.”
Dr. Leibermann scribbled something onto his notepad. Michelle looked for a clock but couldn’t find one. Though she still felt confident in her ability to wait, she was starting to feel uncomfortable. As if there was a weight bearing down on her snatch.
“She sounds cherry though, when she speaks to you?”
“Oh yes…doctor.” The first wave of desperation hit Michelle “She…always asks to speak with me.”
As Dr. Leibermann made another note, Michelle swallowed hard. She felt as though the sudden urge would never leave her. It began to work its way into her mind, demanding her attention. She clenched her womanly muscles again, and subtly put her hand against her womanhood. The pressure seemed to dissipate again, leaving her for the time being. She continued
“And Jeff will be gone on the first night, so I’m taking her to dinner after she flies in.”
“Is there any concern for you, that you may have another-“ Dr. Libermann searched for the right phrasing “…incident, when she comes home?”
“Do you think they’re related?” Michelle subtly began to rock back and forth
“Well, I’m not sure. How has that been?”
“It happened again the day before yesterday.”
“Was it complete, or could you wake up and run to the restroom?”
“It was…complete. The sheets, my pajamas…everything.”
“And you always sleep through these events?”
“Mostly. I have woken up sometimes but…”
Dr. Liebermann stayed quiet as he took notes. Michelle let her voice trail off as she handled her current desperation. Still attempting to remain subtle, she balled her hand into a fist and pressed it into her thigh, hoping the new sensation would distract her from the tightness of her full bladder. It did not. She could feel the heat from her genitals as she dug harder into her thigh. She looked for a clock again. Nothing. Her eyes darted about the room, hoping for some reference of how long the session had been. None could be found.
“Go on.” Dr. Leibermann prompted, Michelle’s response had taken too long
“Hmmm? I’m sorry, what was I saying?” Michelle’s desperation was starting to take hold of her mind
“I know this must be embarrassing for you. But it’s important to discuss. You were saying you occasionally awake during these episodes?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re able to stop urinating?”
“No…I…usually just…finish.” Michelle scootched her backside forward, her mature slit just over the side of the couch.
Using the a combination of her hand and her body, Michelle rhythmically dug her pussy into the edge of the couch. It sent pleasurable waves through her body. It felt as though she was masturbating and helped distract her from the undeniable urge to pee.
“You make no effort to reach the toilet?”
“No I…” just try to enjoy the warmth? Michelle wasn’t sure why she had no panic in those moments, why she always just lay there and continued to pee.
The thought of it relaxed her own hold, and she felt a rush of hot liquid run towards her opening. She clenched, tighter than before. Still dry. Moments later, another wave of desperation came over her, this one stronger than before. She felt a hot, burning sensation as she fought hard to counter the strong urge to pee. She dug her hand in harder, wincing as she put some pressure on her swollen abdomen.
“You continue to urinate? Are you conscious when you do so?” Dr. Liebermann looked concerned as he continued to take notes
“Y-yes…” Michelle was embarrassed, and growing desperate enough to ask for a bathroom break
“That may be your issue. Your brain no longer considerers it a moray or consequential to retain your urine. As a result, when your bladder fills during the night, you simply begin to void.”
The conversation wasn’t making it any easier for Michelle to hold it. She began to jitter in place, moving her feet and digging her free hand into the couch, trying to retain some form of dignity.
“And how does your husband react?” Dr. Liebermann continued, oblivious to the now fully desperate Michelle
“Um…considering…pretty good.”
“How so?”
“Well…he d-doesn-doesn’t get mad…or anything. He j-just wants me to be better. I-I don’t know h-how he does it.” Her desperation began cutting through her voice
“Why would he be mad?” Dr. Liebermann took her studder for embarrassment
“I’d be m-mad if I woke u-up an-and my wife peed on me…”
Dr. Liebermann nodded. Michelle finally began to voice her predicament
“Um…doctor? I hate to be rude but-“
Suddenly his phone rang, standing, he answered it, leaving Michelle to sit in her desperation. Her wiggling and jittering was no longer enough to contain the water and tea in her bladder which now angrily pushed against her belly. She exhaled, relieving some of the tension within her.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Williams, but my wife needs me to pick her up from the urgent care, may we end your session?”
Michelle nodded and stood. As she did, an indescribable weight pulled her torso down, and she gasped as a spirt of pee escaped into her panties. She recrossed her legs quickly as she bent forward, and act that doctor Leibermann should have seen, but his concern for his wife had left him little time to observe Michelle’s desperation. He gave one final observation, as he often did.
“I’m glad to hear Jeffrey has been able to take this…condition in stride. My recommendation is to stop urinating when you awake during one of these episodes. It may be making your condition worse, and in the meantime, have you gotten your sheets protected like we discussed last week?”
Michelle shook her head, her twitching muscles giving away her current desperation.
“I believe that would be for the best, until we have this problem solved.” He smiled
She weakly smiled back, another small leak escaping into her panties. As soon as Dr. Leibermann left the office, Michelle took a peak at her jeans. Still dry, but her panties were running out of fabric to absorb her leaking. Exhaling again, Michelle made her way out the door and turned to make it to the bathroom.
As she reached for the door, her arm was nearly taken off as Dr. Snyder dashed by her. Michelle barely caught a glimpse of her hand shoved into the front of her black pencil skirt as she cut in front of Michelle. She slammed the door behind her, leaving Michelle to cross her legs and grab at her crotch.
She heard the heels of Dr. Snyder click off the ground for a few paces, then a distinguishable, loud hiss erupted from the bathroom. It was clear, even over the ambient music. She heard the doctor complain over her hissing pee
“O-oh! That stupid construction!”
Michelle thought it was over. As she heard the doctor moaning and whining in the bathroom, she felt her own bladder release in sympathy. Another spurt, longer this time, moistened her panties. As she dug her fingers into her crotch, Michelle felt a small damp patch form on her jeans. A damp spot, no larger than a dime appeared on the crotch of her pants. As soon as she wrestled control of her bladder back from her body, Michelle dashed for the front door. If she stayed, she’d lose control.
Shuffling towards the door, Michelle continued to cup her privates. Given Dr. Liebermann’s absence, the lobby was empty, and she could conceal her desperation from any potential onlookers, but not herself. She bolted through the door, now more desperate than ever before. Tossing her purse into the passenger seat, Michelle quickly started the car and dashed off for home.
Michelle started driving with just one hand on the steering wheel and another jammed into her crotch. Needing just one foot for the pedals, her free leg also helped hold her now aching muff. Rather than just pressing against her pussy, her fingers were actively shoved against her labia, enough that Michelle could feel the heat of her snatch against her fingers. As she dug in, she pushed her moist panties against her clit unintentionally, sending a wave of pleasure that temporarily overrode her desperation. Driving well over the speed limit, Michelle took the back roads home, attempting to avoid the construction that had caused Dr. Snyder so much desperation.
Another wave of desperation. This the strongest yet. Unlike the others, Michelle didn’t feel a strong push against her genitals at first. Like a storm rolling over the hills, it began with a slow build of pressure. Then a shiver. It ran up her spine and tickled her already swollen abdomen. It attempted to coax more out of her. As Michelle countered in earnest, she squeezed harder. Not just with her bladder muscles, but her hand as well. Still, the her desperation soared, and pressed against her opening, forcing its way towards her already wet panties. Michelle sucked air through her teeth from the pain of holding on. She began to exhale rapidly, attempting to make the pain go away. She burned, a searing pain radiated from her pee-hole as she tried to keep it closed. Warmth. She leaked again.
“Ahhh!” She began to shake, her muscles as tight as they could get
She stopped it. Then it started again. The small patch on her jeans was growing, expanding to cover her most sensitive areas. Michelle finally regained control. It hurt, she leaned forward in pain. The waistband of her jeans dug into her aggravated abdomen. She felt bloated, slow. Undoing the button of her jeans was the only thing that stopped the dread of losing control, for now.
With her jeans unbuttoned, Michelle could see the top of her panties. A small discolored patch was visible. It called to her, begging her to just let go. Asking her if she wanted to see the stain grow. She denied herself. Michelle looked back out the window. She had passed the construction with her alternate route, and in her head, she knew she had roughly fifteen minutes to get home. She had little confidence in her ability to do so, but she had to try.
The cold hand of fear gripped Michelle’s heart. It was the only coolness in her body. Spanning the length of her like a web, it felt heavy in her head. A weightless feeling enraptured her arms. Her hand held the steering wheel, if only barely. Nearly every brain function was focused on preventing her bladder from relaxing. She took a breath in. Then out. Focusing on the basics, her will was the only thing keeping her semi-dry as the car sped along the back roads. Michelle felt sweaty, clammy and moist, her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat which she wiped from her brow. She jittered her knees, unable to keep still. The small reprieve she had gotten from opening her jeans was over. Her bladder swelled to fit the additional space quickly. The water and tea pushed again. Michelle grew tense as she was as stiff as a statue. Her knuckles white on the steering wheel. Her bladder felt like a rock, and she rubbed her free hand across the tense area, leaving her damp crotch exposed. It felt as though every muscle was active in a desperate struggle against herself.
Another cold shiver. Then a warm sensation in her panties. It was moist. Michelle looked down. The small patch was now expanding. She was peeing her pants. She squealed, squeezing herself again with her hand, flapping her legs desperately, she nearly drove onto someone’s lawn. Moaning, squeaking, and squealing, she managed to get herself under control. If only barely. The inseam of her jeans were now dark, a contrasting color that told the world that Michelle couldn’t control her bladder.
The rest of the trip was a blur. Roads, stop signs, other traffic. It was all irrelevant as Michelle sped down each neighborhood road. Finally, she reached her own. Her own driveway, and the ranch house built from bricks. It was non-descript, but it was hers.
Michelle opened her door. Standing, she felt lightheaded. Holding herself, she felt her bladder weigh her down like a stone in the ocean, it felt like she was carrying 100 pounds on her back, and her abdomen was tight, nearly pulling on her torso. A massive force rammed against her defenses.
“Ah! No! F-Ah! I can…Ah!”
Michelle grunted and groaned as two fat, wide stains streaking down her legs. As they moved, they darkened her jeans. The driveway below her began to show drops of excess urine as it fell off of the back of Michelle’s jeans. They stopped as Michelle used the last of her strength to hold on. She was wet down to her kneecaps. Unable to stand fully, she hinged her hips and held tightly onto her crotch, duck-walking to the front door. By some grace it was unlocked, and Michelle barged in.
Jeff was in the bedroom, and called to her
“Hey dear how was your session?”
“Oh my gosh, I need the restroom so bad!” Was her only reply as she darted into the only bathroom.
As Michelle nearly tripped through the door, she could finally see the toilet. Responding to the visual stimulus, her mind relaxed her hold. A warm trickling feeling began in her crotch. Her labia tickled and twinged as she felt a rush of hot pee fall out of her. Her already stained jeans darkened again as she rewet them, the same warm sensation running down her thighs. She could see her clear pee breaking though the soaking wet denim as she finally pulled her pants and panties down.
Michelle groaned as she hovered over the toilet. A loud hiss erupted through the bathroom as Michelle lowered herself to sit on the bowl. An uncontrollable spray of hot pee splattered the edge of the bowl, splashing into the water with a sound that nearly matched the verbose hissing of her desperately held pee. Michelle shuttered in ecstatic relief as she bent herself forward, then backwards against the back of the seat. She sighed a desperate sigh of relief.
She could have came with the emotional and ecstatic relief that over took her mind. Her legs were wet, and drips of clear urine had made their home on her thighs. She could feel the excess lines and rivulets of pee roll from her quivering pussy and drip off of her butt. The release of her desperately held pressure and the comforting spray from her snatch caused Michelle to close her eyes. She could feel her bladder deflate, normalcy returning to her body.
As she finally began to finish, Michelle took the time to inspect the damage. Her pee was still trickling out of her, wetting her messy pubic hairs as it did. Droplets covered her crotch, leaving her mound a dripping wet mess. She reached down to inspect her panties as her weakening stream arched back towards her pussy. They were sodden, warm and wet. As she began to feel them, an electric feeling overtook her. The heat from what she had done and the feeling of a near miss excited her. Her nipples hardened, and as Michelle sat dripping on the toilet, she began to massage her breasts.
As her fingers touched her labia, she could tell that she was moist. More than just from her near accident. But the cool touch of her painted nails brought her back to earth. She couldn’t deny that she was horny. Stepping out of her jeans and wet panties, she made her way out of the bathroom, bottomless. She looked to her left, towards the bedroom, it was empty. She looked right towards the kitchen, and she found her husband.
Her proposition was meant with excitement, and husband and wife enjoyed each other’s bodies. Still, Michelle couldn’t get rid of an itch in the back of her mind, despite her climax. She knew what it was, but perhaps she could cure it. In an attempt to satiate her desire, she again propositioned her husband twice over the next week. While she was more than satisfied both times, it still didn’t rid her body of her desire. As she lay awake the night before Ashlynn came back home, Michelle had to admit her own desire to herself. She wanted to pee her pants.
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It didn’t take long for Michelle to make a plan. Jeff would be leaving for an overnight trip, and would miss Ashlynn coming home. Michelle would take her out to eat after her flight, and make sure to drink plenty at dinner. She’d tell Ashlynn that she needed to change, commit her act in the shower, then step out of the bathroom in her fresh pants. No one but her would know. It was the perfect plan, and Michelle fluttered with anticipation and excitement all day.
The trip to the airport was an easy one. Given that it was the middle of the week, evening traffic going towards the city wasn’t heavy. By the time Michelle had picked her daughter up, it wouldn’t be bad coming back. The wait for her daughter wasn’t too long, and she soon saw her child standing alone. Pulling the car up to the sweatshirt-clad Ashlynn, she helped toss her luggage into the trunk. Their conversation began as Ashlynn took the passenger seat
“So, Ash! You ready for a girls night?”
“Um…I’m kind of tired…” Ashlynn chuckled “If I say yes, will you let me drink?”
“Maybe a little at home. We’re only going to Uncle Moe’s.”
“Oh. Cool.”
“What? To cool for the Family Feed Bag?”
“No, of course not! Hey, are those the same jeans from the drive to school?” Ashlynn was referring to Michelle’s cutoffs, the ones she had an accident in on the first day
“Oh, yeah, I guess they are. Didn’t even notice!” Michelle lied, she had picked these out for a specific reason, she even had the same panties on.
“I’m just surprised you didn’t get rid of them. That’s what I’d have done!”
“Cleaning isn’t that hard, Ash. A little bleach and some elbow grease and you’re good.”
Ashlynn nodded, memories of the trip coming back to her.
“Remember when you taught me how to pee outside?”
“Yes dear, I remember. Why, have you had to use my lesson?”
“No. Not really.”
The conversation died for a few moments. Ashlynn continued
“But I had fun learning!”
“You made that very clear sweety.” Michelle laughed “But it’s not like you had a choice!”
“Yeah, I know. Just hope I don’t fall out of practice!” Ashlynn tried to couch her comment as a joke
“You’ll be fine.”
Michelle changed the topic of the conversation, her own plan in the back of her mind. Part of her worried about Ashlynn’s insistence on bringing up that event. She hoped it was just a quirk that would dissipate with the passage of time. Michelle had her own plan in her head, and it quickly took precedent in her mind again, her excitement building as they made their way to the restaurant.
Uncle Moe’s was a local restaurant. While it wasn’t spectacular, it was clean, friendly and good enough. Ashlynn got her usual order, the big salad, while Michelle got herself the fried catfish. It was a pleasant conversation she had with her daughter, who seemed to be over her anxiety around school. Michelle complemented her on her grades as she finished her first water. She ordered a second, intent on filling her bladder.
The catfish was salty, but at least cooked through. It took Michelle until she was halfway done with her second water to feel the effects of the first. She slowed down, enjoying the tingle of her bladder. Moreover, her anticipation mounted for her plans. Michelle was eager to execute.
As dinner was paid for, Michelle could help but feel the onset of a desperate bladder. She was starting to like it. Not that she loved it enough to be in real pain. She hypothesized that she was after the end result, not the mounting desperation. Still, she welcomed more and more of her urine pressing on her genitals. Knowing that she was not in any real danger, being a short distance from home, Michelle felt free to enjoy the weight within her. The thought of a desperate accident still embarrassed her, but she was ready to admit to herself that she was happy with one that she could control.
Michelle tightened her muscles as she and Ashlynn headed back out to her car. While her need was certainly greater than when she started her journey home, she was still deriding pleasure from her filling bladder. She rode the feeling all the way home, her excitement creating butterflies in her stomach.
She was eager, and led Ashlynn and her luggage up the steps. Her daughter was admiring the return home too much to notice Michelle’s subtle thigh movements. Michelle tingled. She was ready, almost there.
“New couch huh?” Ashlynn noted as she stepped inside the house
“Yeah, your father got it a few months ago. I think he likes it as much as his car.”
“I doubt that. You want me to put on a movie, mom?”
“Sure baby. Just let me change and I’ll be in there.”
This was it. This was Michelle’s plan. She felt nearly weightless as she grabbed her pajamas from the dryer. She had planted them there on purpose. The final stages of her plan were coming to fruition as her excitement and anticipation mounted. She heard Ashlynn playing with the TV. She knew her daughter would give her the time she needed, unaware of what Michelle was about to do.
Taking one last look in the mirror, Michelle studied her dry jeans. It would just be this once, and she could scratch the itch that had been festering for a week. She could return to her normal life once she did this. She could enjoy this for once.
Michelle shut the door, and stepped into the shower. She started to pee her pants. Looking down, se could feel a warm sensation spray into her panties. The water she had consumed at dinner was now jetting into her underwear. She did it willingly, watching intently as the crotch of her jeans darkened. The wetness blossomed over her crotch and began to run down her legs. The hot liquid spilled into her jeans as she continued her release. Biting down on right index finger, Michelle had to keep from calling out in pleasure. The light denim was completely dark around her crotch, and a wide streak had formed and ran down the inseam of her right leg. Her heart began to race. She felt her butt cheeks start to soak in her pee and the back of her legs felt warm and wet as well. Clear urine splattered, smacked and splashed the porcelain shower-tub. It rushed for the drain and soon her bathroom was filled with the sound of her urine flowing into her shower pipes. Droplets formed at the cuffs of her jeans and a constant stream of them poured into her shoes.
Oh my goodness, I wish I found out about this sooner! Michelle loved it. The sticking warmth of her jeans, the hiss of her uncontested urine, and the forming puddle below. Michelle started to close her eyes when suddenly, the door opened with a bang.
“Hey Mom, before you get dre-“
Ashlynn stood in the doorway, her mouth agape. She gawked at the sight before her
“Oh my gosh. Ashlynn! I…I…I’m sorry!”
Michelle knew what she was doing. She knew it was taboo. She still had wanted it. Planed for it. But she didn’t plan for this. Her daughter, now an adult, was watching her wet her pants. She couldn’t tell her this was intentional. She could bear the thought of Ashlynn knowing her secret.
“Uh…uh…m-m-mama had too much at dinner, baby. Please! Stop watching me!”
Ashlynn still stood. Her mouth was drying from staying open. Her eyes darted to her mother’s jeans, then to the toilet, then back to her jeans as Michelle finished peeing. She started to studder
“Ash…don’t you knock?” Michelle sounded angry. She was scared
Ashlynn swallowed, processing what was in front of her.
“I-I’m sorry. I…I thought I could catch you before you changed…”
“I…I haven’t gotten to changing honey…”
Ashlynn’s eyes darted to Michelle’s sandals, which were over by the toilet. They told her all she needed to know
“Mom…did you just…” She swallowed again, trying to comprehend “Did you just…pee your pants on purpose?”
“N-no…no...I wouldn’t…” Michelle stammered
“Your shoes are there. You’re here. Mom. It doesn’t take a detective.”
“N-n-no…”
“And you were already in the bathroom, just be honest mom.”
“Ok! Fine! Yes! I peed my pants on purpose!” Michelle spat out “Now leave me alone!”
“Um…the password for streaming on the TV?”
Michelle hurriedly gave her the password and shooed her out of the bathroom. Disgusted, angry and upset with herself, she ripped her jeans off. Then she noticed her panties. Save for a small horizon on the front, her purple striped panties had grown dark, soaked through with her pee. Michelle hated that she liked it. She didn’t just like it. She loved it. Her clit burned with desire. And yet, she was caught. Ashlynn had figured it out. She had seen it. This ugly desire of hers had just cost her a relationship with her daughter that she had taken so much effort into resurrecting. For her own shellfish desires, she had ruined it.
She stayed in her wet panties for a while. It took a great will to force herself out of the bathroom. Now dry and dressed in her pajamas. Michelle wondered what her daughter would do.
Ashlynn had picked some show that Michelle had never seen before. But that didn’t matter. Characters, dialogue, it all bounced off her. Neither one uttered a word until Ashlynn broke the silence.
“Must have been warm.”
Michelle nodded. Silence again
“Did it feel good?”
“Hmm?” Michelle didn’t even look over
“Did it feel good?”
Michelle didn’t give a response.
“Mom, I want to talk about it. Please?”
“Fine. Yes. It felt good.”
“Good enough to do it again?”
“Ash, I don-“
“Because I want to try it.” Ashlynn was emphatic.
She might as well have stabbed Michelle in the heart. Michelle’s mouth dried out. She choaked on her own tongue for a moment.
“W-what?” This time she looked over
“Yeah. You said it feels good. I want to try it.”
Michelle nervously laughed she had to repeat her thoughts out loud to make sure she understood her daughter
“Y-you want to pee your pants.”
“Yes.” Ashlynn paused “With you.”
“No.” Michelle was surprised at her declaration. But it was her honest feelings
“Why not?” Ashlynn wasn’t backing down. “I had a lot of fun, you know learning those things from you. Why not this. I mean, its not like we share much else in common!”
“It’s not right. No.”
“Why isn’t it right?”
“It’s just not. Look, I shouldn’t have even been doing it.”
“But you were. So it can’t be that bad!”
“You know what?” Michelle sighed “Ash. Baby. You’re an adult now. So I’m going to say this. If this is something that you want to do for yourself, all I’ll ask is that you clean up after yourself and don’t ruin anything. Ok?”
Ashlynn shook her head “No. I want to try this with you.”
Michelle sighed “I can’t.”
Ashlynn waited, not taking her eyes off her mother. After a moment she made a move
“Fine. But I’ll tell Dad that I caught you.”
“Ash. Don’t be difficult.”
“I will!”
“Baby. Why are you doing this to me?”
“C’mon mom! Just once! And then I promise I’ll never ask again. Please?”
Michelle sighed. She put her head down. Out of all possible conversations, she didn’t expect this one. This was all her fault. She looked back up at her daughter.
“Fine. Once.” She held up her finger.
Ashlynn’s eyes lit up. She clapped her hands gently, hardly making a sound as she squealed “Eee! This’ll be fun! Do you have to pee now?”
“Not really. No.”
Ashlynn got up from the couch and filled a water glass from the kitchen. She handed it to Michelle who quickly drank the whole thing. Let’s get this over with. She thought
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After another episode of whatever show they were watching, Michelle turned to Ashlynn
“Alright. Mama’s gotta pee.”
Ashlynn’s eyes lit up again
“Right now?”
Michelle nodded and rose. Ashlynn followed her to the bathroom like a new puppy, nipping at her heels.
“So is there any trick to this one, mom?”
Michelle didn’t respond as she climbed into the shower-tub. This time with Ashlynn in tow.
“Mom?”
“No.”
Ashlynn was grinning ear to ear. Her grey sweats swooshing as she excitedly bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.
“So do we just go, or…?”
“You lead.” Michelle’s voice displayed her discomfort.
“I’m going to do it!” Ashlynn said more to herself. Michelle didn’t respond
Ashlynn widened her stance. She closed her eyes. It still wasn’t easy. She pushed. She relaxed. Nothing. Ashlynn relaxed deeply. Nothing still. She followed it up with a push. Something. A rush towards her pussy, it felt like an ocean rushing to the shore. But no wetness. She relaxed again. It was close, so close. She could do it. Then, maybe just a trickle. She could swear she felt a touch of dampness in her panties. She felt. Nothing, she was dry. Ashlynn opened her eyes and looked at her mother
“I can do this.”
“You really don’t have to.”
“I will!”
She pushed and relaxed while they stood, but still nothing came out. Ashlynn had to go, but still. Nothing. She tried pushing harder She held it. It was against her will.
“Ash…maybe another ti-“
Ashlynn gasped. Her mouth opened. She looked down. There was nothing, but she could feel it in her panties. She felt it tickle her labia.
“Mom! Mom! Mom! Check! Am I really doing it?”
Michelle begrudgingly looked down. A small wet spot had developed on her daughter’s light grey sweats. It slowly grew in size
“Yeah. You’re going.”
Ashlynn squealed in excitement “You go too!”
Michelle watched for a moment as a streak of pee formed from the growing patch and ran down Ashlynn’s leg. Slowly, it made it’s way towards her ankles. Another prong developed and made its way down her other leg. The two slowly moving lines occasionally breached the fabric of Ashlynn’s sweats, dripping onto the shower floor. A small yellow puddle was starting to form as Ashlynn crotch continued to glisten
“Mom c’mon!”
Michelle sighed “A deals a deal…”
A hissing sound broke out as Michelle peed her pants for the second time that night. Unlike her daughters slowly moving piss, Michelle’s rapidly descended, pouring out over her thighs and running onto the tub floor, splattering onto the ground and forming a much larger puddle. Her light blue pajama bottoms darkened to a nearly black color. The fast moving streams of hot pee warmed her again and Michelle could not deny the pleasant feeling of it all. She heard Ashlynn gasp
“Wow! Mom! You had to pee, huh?”
“I don’t know about that-“
“Turn around!” Ashlynn asked with her hand on Michelle’s wrist. Her Mother complied, still peeing
“It’s like really big!” Michelle could feel the massive spot on her backside as Ashlynn watched in amazement “Why wasn’t mine like that?”
Ashlynn turned around, lifting her legs as Michelle finished peeing. After investigating her own streaks of wetness she began to feel Michelle’s, tracing it with a finger
“Like its all down the back of your legs and even right here, it like wraps around. Mom, there has to be a trick you’re not telling me!”
“No Ash, honest, I have no idea.”
“Maybe it’ll come to you. Can we try again?”
“No. You said once.”
Ashlynn pouted “C’mon mom! This was fun! I really want to do this again. Please?”
“Ashlynn. I don’t think-“
“Maybe not right away, but please?” Ashlynn made a begging motion with her hands
Michelle looked down. Then back at her daughter. Ashlynn begged again
“Besides, its not fair that you got this really big one, and I only got this.” Ashlynn showed her thinner stains again
“Maybe. Ok Ash? I’m still not comfortable with this.”
Ashlynn excitedly bobbed up and down.
“Eeee! It’ll be fun!”
Hopping out of the shower Ashlynn smiled
“I finally got something fun to do with mom!”
Michelle didn’t respond. She gingerly stepped out of her stained pajama’s as they tried to stick to her. She felt sick, unsure of what kind of metaphorical box she had just opened. Whatever it was, her relationship with Ashlynn would never be the same.
A/N: So what do you think? Does this ruin the characters by taking them to an unrealistic relationship? Does it undermine the theme or idea of the original 4 chapters? Would love to know your thoughts either way. Also, as an aside, do you think Dr. Snyder made it when she cut Michelle off for the bathroom, or did she pee her panties? Would be fun to know your idea on that as well.
Edited May 2, 2022 by knockonthedoor
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A/N: This is a prequel of sorts, as to why Ashlynn was so eager to try omo with Michelle in the epilogue. I like the ending of this a lot actually, but feel like I should have done this section first. Either way, I think you'll like it too. As always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated! Oh, and thanks to @derektor_2000 for helping out with the some of the idea for this!
Ashlynn could hardly hear over the music. The ground nearly shook from the beat and the amount of people crowded into the house. A body shoved her one way, a red solo cup dashed in front of her face. She recognized no one, and that was the fun of it. As she waded through the crowd of fellow college students, she finally pushed herself towards a game table.
A number of the same red cups were spread out on a table tennis board, strategically designed for beer pong. Two men stood on either end of the table. Ashlynn maneuvered her way into the crowd and pushed her way towards her roommate. Reaching out, she poked the black woman, letting her know she was there.
“Hey Ash! Find anyone?”
“Hard to find someone to talk to. How’s Darius doing?”
Cheers interrupted the two. One of the players had gotten the ball inside the cup. Everyone on their side took a drink. Ashlynn finished hers, which was nearly empty. Her roommate shrugged, her shoulder-length, curly black hair stayed in place while she moved.
“I don’t think anyone wins this.”
“So long as you get lit, right?”
Jackie laughed at the joke and nodded. Looking in Ashlynn’s cup she called out to the group behind them
“Someone get her another one!”
Like an old fire brigade, word spread from one party goer to the next, whispers of someone needing a refill made it though the group. In moments, a filled cup was passed back to Jackie, show gave it to Ashlynn. The crowd cheered as one of the males scored another point. The other side of the crowd took a drink.
“You got a chaser, Jackie? I hate drinking this straight.”
“Its beer, what do you need a chaser for?”
“It tastes better, that’s all.”
“You’re crazy-“ The crowd cheered, time for another drink. Jackie gulped hers down quickly. “Drink that quick, you won’t even notice.”
Grimacing, Ashlynn look at her cup
“This your first party?”
“N-no.”
Jackie gave her a look. She expected Ashlynn to drink. So she did. Quickly. It ran over her mouth and dribbled on her striped shirt, a little dripping on her denim skirt.
“Two more!” Jackie called out.
Ashlynn started to feel warm and fuzzy. The alcohol she had already had plus what she had just downed was starting to take effect. She was handed another cup and the night really began.
Ashlynn mingled about. Moving from the beer pong audience to another group of friends from her psychology classes, who also handed her a drink, she was still unable to find what she was looking for. A guy. Not that there weren’t any attractive ones there, but they were either taken, or uninteresting. One had given her a drink, and that was nice of him, but something about him just didn’t click with Ashlynn. Whatever her limit was, she had passed it, and was starting to become too drunk to care. Except that her bladder cared. For the first time that night, it asked for relief.
Maneuvering and pushing through assorted groups of people, Ashlynn found her way towards the bathroom. There was one where she was and one upstairs. The line she found was immense, with many bodies lined up against the wall. Other college girls stood, some nonchalantly, others squirming where they stood. The girl closest to the closed door had her hands buried deep in her crotch. Opting to try the upstairs bathroom, Ashlynn turned, only to hear a familiar voice.
“Ash!” She looked to see Jackie, her back against the wall, motioning for her.
As she approached her roommate, Ashlynn could see her legs jiggling in her jeans, and her back pressed against the wall, bunching her white tank top.
“Still no luck?”
“None. That’s ok-“
Suddenly another girl behind them interrupted
“Uh, no. You don’t get to cut me!”
The blonde spoke out of desperation, her legs crossed as she accosted Jackie and Ashlynn
“It’s fine, she’s just keeping me company.” Jackie lied
The blonde pointed at Ashlynn “You better let me go. I have to piss, so fucking bad right now!”
Ashlynn only nodded. She wasn’t the only one. She tried to make small talk with Jackie
“I thought that last class was really interesting.”
“What? The one with Dr. Hoffman?”
“Yeah, what’d you think of that new therapy?”
Jackie shrugged, bending at the hips as she balled her fists at her sides. Ashlynn started to bob her knees. She wasn’t nearly as desperate as her roommate, but the fact that she was in a line full of other bursting women had the subconscious effect on her. She thought back to her drive to school with her mother. The image of her mother flooding her jeans in front of her came back, along with the lessons she had learned. Ashlynn really hadn’t forgotten any of them, but she had yet to put them to use. She was about to strike up another conversation with Jackie, when a pair of hands reached around her thin frame.
“Eeep!” Jackie squealed and bent forward. The hands catching her
The massive hands belonged to her boyfriend Darius. His hand were big enough to hold Jackie’s entire thin frame.
“Babe! I have to go!”
He laughed, his wide smile obvious as he continued to hug his girlfriend. She squirmed in his embrace, but made no effort to escape. He addressed Ashlynn next, his massive height made him more than tower over Jackie as he spoke
“Ashlynn! I have someone for you to meet!”
“Really?” The line was still stalled
“You met Jason? He’s on the team.”
“Football?”
“What other team would it be?”
“I don’t know, any of them?”
“You want to meet him, or not?”
“Sure, send him over.”
Darius bent forward, kissing Jackie who had to stand on the balls of her feet to reach his lips. The action caused her to bend forward again
“Ugh. No more of that babe until I piss.”
“Just go outside. I got us a spot for when you come back…”
Jackie looked at Ashlynn
“Are we that close as friends yet?”
“What?”
“You want to go outside?”
“Uh-“ Ashlynn thought for a moment that her roommate was propositioning her
“To pee, you idiot!”
“Oh! Yeah! Sure! My mo-um…I mean, I can do that…” Ashlynn nearly revealed how she got over her fear.
As the two walked away from the still line of desperate women, Jackie turned to the rude blonde behind them
“We’re good, you can go.”
The other girl barely eked out a thank you. Her hands clamped down on her crotch as she sauntered up to the vacated space.
Jackie and Ashlynn pushed their way through the crowd of people and made their way to the lawn in front of the house. Despite the relatively urban setting, there was a group of trees lined up against the edge of the property, blocking a view of the house from the street. As they walked across the grass, Ashlynn asked
“You’re a pro at this right?”
Jackie laughed “No! I was just going to copy you!”
It was Ashlynn’s turn to laugh “I’ve only done this once!”
“We’ll figure it out!”
As they reached the tree-line, Ashlynn thought back to her mother’s instructions. As she walked herself through them, she voiced them to Jackie.
“Ok, so look both ways, and as you do so unzip your pants.”
Jackie complied, looking around, and just like Ashlynn, saw no one. Unlike Jackie, who simply had jeans on, Ashlynn struggled to bunch her denim skirt up. She tried to squat over the dirt, but her skirt would not move out of the way of her panties. She was having a hard time figuring it out. Jackie, who was now also squatting, gave her a simple suggestion.
“Ash, why don’t you…ahhh…” She started to pee. “why don’t you just go forward. On your knees?”
“Oh yeah! Good idea!” Ashlynn did so, rolling forward onto her knees, her skirt now out of the way
“So you excited to meet Darius’s friend?” Jackie asked, the stream still rolling out of her exposed womanhood
“Sounds like fun, sure.”
Ashlynn relaxed, not even thinking about what she was doing. It took longer than she expected, but she finally felt a familiar relaxing sensation. Surprisingly, she felt an unfamiliar warmth envelop her privates. But as the dirt below her started to splatter with her urine, Ashlynn knew she had to be doing it right. Still, she felt unusally moist.
“No panties Ash? Sexy.” Jackie commented, the two still peeing
“No? I have them…oh no.”
Jackie erupted in a spate of laughter
“You forgot to take them off!” She laughed, her whole body shaking, her stream bouncing with her laughter
“How am I supposed to stop?” Ashlynn squealed
“I can’t believe you…” Jackie wheezed
“St-op!” Ashlynn playfully pushed her as she instinctively reached under herself and pulled her dripping panties to the side
Her playful push was enough to knock Jackie over, and her roommate lay on her back, her lower half still twisted towards Ashlynn. The pink skin between her dark-skinned labia glistened as the last of her pee ran over her thigh. She still giggled.
Ashlynn’s stream had created a small pool that held her bubbling piss. An obvious puddle had formed under her, despite how much had been caught by her panties. It overflowed and combined with Jackie’s puddle, as Ashlynn’s roommate shook and stood. She asked Ashlynn as the latter was finishing
“Am I good?”
Ashlynn looked at her roommate, her thigh was a little wet from where Ashlynn had pushed her. Unless someone knew what it was however, they wouldn’t suspect how she got it. Ashlynn gave her a thumbs up.
“Cool. I’m gonna go give Darius some head. I’ll come find you later. Promise I won’t tell!”
Ashlynn pulled her panties back over herself.
“You better not!”
“Promise!” Jackie called back
As Ashlynn stood, she thanked her mother for her lesson. As she made her way back to the house, she begun to realize the cooling sensation around her crotch. It certainly wasn’t as gross as she would have imagined.
As she made it back into the house, her heart sank. She thought they were talking about her as two men passed by
“Bro, you see that chick pee on herself?”
“I’d still smash though dude!”
Ashlynn turned around, but they paid no attention to her. The couldn’t have been talking about her. As she ventured around the rooms, she noticed a small crowd around the bathroom line she and Jackie had been in. A massive puddle had formed on the hardwood floor and people were simply walking around it, no one bothering to clean it. The idea intrigued Ashlynn.
That could have been me. Hell, that might be me. Standing still for a moment, Ashlynn felt under her skirt. Her moist, damp panties clung to her. She felt mischievous, excited, and playful. No one knew about her incident except for Jackie. And though the two had met just a few months ago, Ashlynn was sure Jackie wouldn’t prattle on about their time outside. Glowing with a lively attitude, she heard her name called
“Hey, are you Ashlynn?”
She turned to see a tall man with short chestnut hair and a big smile. Almost instantly attracted, she spoke nervously
“H-hi.”
“I’m Jason.” He extended his hand “Darius said you were really cool.”
“Well, he said you were cool too…” Damn that was smooth Ash. Where’d that come from?
She guessed that her frisky mood might have come from the wet panties that clung to her tight pussy. In any case, the two hit it off well. Quickly, their conversation devolved into sports talk. Given that Jason was on the team, Ashlynn could talk in-depth with him without seeming over-invested in the topic. As they carried on, the drinks flowed, and Ashlynn could feel herself wobbling as the night wore on.
“Yo-you’re so cool. C-can I get your number?” Jason stumbled, having had enough for himself
“Yes!” Ashlynn said excitedly, owing to her drunkenness.
She gave him a number, she figured it was hers. Breaking their conversation, Ashlynn happily stumbled from room to room, trying to find Jackie. Someone grabbed her arm
“Hey! Where you goin’?” Some overweight man in khakis and a polo saw the drunken girl
“Loo-lookin’ f-for my friend.”
“I can be your friend…” He and his buddies chuckled.
While none of them were physically imposing, they gave unwanted looks. Ashlynn would have normally been worried, but her drunkenness had started to settle in. Before another on of them could speak, a voice spoke up from behind them
“Hey Ash! I think you gave me the wrong number!”
It was Jason, his stature alone was enough to cause the overweight creep to back down.
“Wha-what’s wrong?” Ashlynn fumbled her words.
Before addressing her, Jason looked over at the group of overweight, gangly men.
“The fuck you looking at?”
The group slunk away from the wall, moving on to another area of the party. Jason turned back to Ashlynn.
“Yeah, I sent you a text, and I think it was your mother.”
“Oh! Sh-“ Ashlynn broke out in a fit of laughter.
She remembered her wet panties
“I guess I have her on the mind!” She gave him the correct number.
Noticing her difficulty with the numbers, and interaction with the other group, Jason felt concerned
“Did Jackie leave you?”
“N-no sh-she’s somewhere…”
He took her by the shoulder “Lets find her, its late. Ok?”
Ashlynn giggled “You’re so strong.”
Jason smiled at the complement, but getting Ashlynn safely back to the dorm was his top priority.
After winding though the tightly packed hallways, the pair finally found Darius. He was waiting outside the upstairs bathroom for Jackie. As he and Jason spoke, Jackie reappeared, and she and Darius agreed to get Ashlynn back to the dorm. Drunkenly following the two out of the house, Ashlynn stumbled and giggled to herself. Once the reached the street, and the noise of the party only rang in the distance, Ashlynn decided to announce
“H-Hey Jack-Jackie.”
Her black roommate turned, acknowledging Ashlynn.
“I hafta pee.”
“Ok. We’re almost back Ash. You can pee there.”
As she stumbled after her roommate, Ashlynn couldn’t help but feel a voice speak to her. Just go. Wet your panties. It’s fun. Remember what it felt like after you wet the bed? How the stuck to you? Remember how fun it was to break the rules? Why not have some more fun?
Ashlynn began to shush. Not just the voice in her head, but because she liked how it tickled her mouth. Both Darius and Jackie turned around as the drunken Ashlynn stood there, shushing no one in particular.
“What?” Jackie asked as Darius shrugged his shoulders
Ashlynn spread her legs and stood still for a moment
“Oh. She’s gonna be sick.” Darius guessed
“No. I think she’s gonna pee.” Jackie corrected
The most obvious stream broke through her panties under her denim skirt and splashed loudly onto the concrete sidewalk below. In jubilation Ashlynn threw both of arms in the air
“Weeeee!!!!”
As Darius turned away, all he could hear was Ashlynn’s pee splashing the sidewalk. Jackie spoke up
“Told you she was gonna piss!”
Grabbing her phone, she started to record the event.
As Ashlynn flooded her panties, small streams and flows of urine soaked into her small boots and a large, dark puddle formed below her. It splashed Jackie as she got closer to her peeing roommate, capturing the entire act. The impressive force of her drunken pee cascaded down the sidewalk. There was a small incline, and her piss ran backwards after it hit the ground.
Jackie filmed the puddle, the stream, Ashlynn’s dripping legs and even a quick view of her panties. A camel-toe had formed from her previous soaking, and that too, was captured on Jackie’s phone. As Ashlynn began to stop she started to walk again, leaving a dripping trail behind her.
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Morning came and went before Ashlynn awoke. Her head pounding and her mouth dry, she turned over to see Jackie, topless and laying on her adjacent bed. The two of them were hungover, and the bright sunshine hurt their eyes. Ashlynn heard Jackie tapping out a message on her phone. It was to Ashlynn, who read it.
So glad we’re roommates. You’re a ton of fun!
Thanks. Got any water?
You don’t need anymore. Remember last night?
I remember Jason.
Of course you do. Remember pissing yourself?
LOL, what?
Yeah.
Jackie sent over part of the video. Ashlynn saw her legs, her skirt, dripping with pee as she flooded her panties.
Ashlynn looked back over at Jackie, and the tow shared their first interaction of the day. A laugh. A laugh hard enough to make Jackie snort. She spoke first.
“Speaking of which.” She got up to use the bathroom.
Ashlynn thought back. She couldn’t really remember the event, much to her chagrin. But she remembered talking to Jason. She was wet then, right? She remembered having some sort of incident. She picked up her phone again, tapping out a text to her mother
Hey mom, have you ever
She shook her head. No. She shouldn’t send that. Ashlynn deleted it. But who else to talk to about it? It was fun. And Ashlynn doubted many would believe her. But maybe Michelle would know. But how to bring it up. Little did she know, she wouldn’t have to wait long before she’d catch her mother in the very same act.
A/N: While most of these additional characters are only going to get a passing mention going forward, Jackie will have a bit more of a role. I liked how Jason came across. I had some more written as part of their dialogue, but cut it because I didn't think it was necessary. What did you think of Ashlynn at college? I personally think she works much better as a character when she's with Michelle, and that separating the two hurts the chemistry a little. I also think I skipped on the desperation a little, but don't worry, it'll return in force in the next chapter! |
This could not be happening. Jotaro found himself in the back seat of the car, along with Kakyoin, Polnareff, Avdol, and Joseph, who was driving. This would usually be no problem, however, right now, Jotaro had to piss more than he’d ever had to in his whole life. The pressure inside him was nearly painful and he felt if he moved the wrong way, he’d lose it all. His body stiffened and clenched with effort to hold back the fluid. Looking down, he could see a protrusion just above his groin, his two belts pushing into it. He gulped. He was more than full. It was inhuman. There was no being cool about this. He had to speak up.
“Hey, old man. Pull over. I gotta take a piss.” He spoke, feeling a light blush heat his face. No response, “Hey, bastard! I said pull over! Good grief,” He gritted his teeth. What the hell was this? He summoned star platinum, who pushed the breaks of the car.
“Ora!!” Star Platinum cried out in desperation retreating back to Jotaro, who, at the same time, felt a wave of urgency crashing over him. He growled and shoved his hands between his legs, giving himself a death grip. He’d done it though. The car was stopped! Quickly, he removed his hands from the offending area so that nobody would see his shameful lack of control. His relief faded all too soon when Joseph turned to face him, anger plastered on his face. Polnareff was staring at him with a look of disbelief. It was a kind of look that screamed, ‘what the hell was that for?’
“Do you think this is some kind of joke, Jotaro!? We need to find Dio as soon as possible. If we keep wasting time like this, your mother…” Joseph's face darkened.
“He’s right. Jotaro, what’s going on? This is very unlike you. Surely you have a good reason for this, right?” Kakyoin's startled face looked into Jotaro’s almost pleadingly. Avdol only gave a disapproving grunt.
“I wasn’t just fucking around! I need to piss like hell and you aren’t listening to me! I’m getting out of this car, damnit!” Jotaro huffed and began to unbuckle himself. When Joseph reached over his seat and held the young man back from the door.
“No way in hell you’re getting out of this car unless you have a very good reason! Otherwise, I’m going to continue thinking you’re just fucking around!” he said angrily. Now Jotaro was, of course, enraged, but also confused. Had nobody understood? He had to piss! He was so close to bursting that he just couldn’t stop himself from shaking. His tip pinched between his legs dribbled frequently into his boxers despite the strong hold. Jotaro had the urge to just let go right then, but he kept his composure and thought through the situation.
Although he respected the others and, although he wouldn’t admit it, loved them, he was very annoyed with them right now. Jotaro took a deep, shaking breath and shook his head. It was as if everything he’d said about needing to piss was being completely disregarded! Wait…
“I need to pee…” he spoke through his teeth, feeling his face flush at the childishness of it. The response was odd.
“Well, aren’t you gonna say anything? We’re waiting,” Joseph's brows furrowed. Jotaro gulped. That had to be it. Someone or something was preventing Jotaro from communicating his need. But what? And why? What was the purpose of this? How did it benefit anyone?
“Are you ok, Jotaro? You’re looking rather distraught. Are you feeling sick?” Avdol said as he observed Jotaro’s state. Jotaro realized that his sweating and pale complexion was giving them the wrong idea. He needed to think fast, otherwise he was going to be treated like the last time he was sick. Forced to lie down and be still for a long time. He shuddered at the thought and furiously shook his head ‘no.’
“Are you hurt?” Kakyoin put a concerned hand on his shoulder, “You look like you’re in pain. Your eyes are…watering…” he looked away with regret, remembering how Jotaro hated to appear weak or ‘uncool’ in front of others. Surely he’d made Jotaro even more embarrassed than he already was, “S-sorry…”
“What is it, already!? Are you having a panic attack or something?” Polnareff cocked his head to the side, exasperated.
“Spit it out, kiddo!” Joseph spoke for everyone.
If he couldn’t communicate his need verbally, Jotaro thought, maybe he could do it indirectly. He glared at the ground and tried with all his might to push his embarrassment aside. Groaning desperately, Jotaro shoved his hands between his legs and made a point to cross one over the other as he whimpered. This was humiliating, yes, but he would be beyond mortified if he ended up pissing himself- in his 20000 yen pants, no less! Joseph's expression morphed into one of surprised pity, then bewildered frustration, and finally, guilt.
“I’m sorry, Jotaro…go ahead and take your time, but next time just tell me you had to go, ok?” He facepalmed, blushing. Jotaro didn’t have time to respond, he pushed his way out the door and fell to his knees on the ground. Feverishly, he undid both of his buckles and zipper, his stream already starting up as he forced his boxers down, not having time to utilize the opening built into them. He couldn’t help but moan and pant in relief as the fluid shot out of him. His stream was strong against the sand. Whimpering in pleasure, Jotaro forgot that he was fully visible to everyone in the car. They could hear all the sounds he was making…The deep grunting moans did not stop, however, and the stream remained strong for a full minute before slowing to a stop.
Jotaro let his hands hit the ground as he trembled and caught his breath. Kakyoin was the first to break the ice, whispering to the others a reminder to be kind before quietly exiting the car and kneeling beside Jotaro. Jotaro immediately shifted his position to cover himself.
“Are you alright?” Kakyoin's voice was gentle. Jotaro gave a timid nod “Feeling better now that you’re all emptied?” Jotaro nodded once more, his face flushing yet again. Kakyoin rested a hand over Jotaros back before rubbing circles over it. Jotaro sighed, breath still shaking, “Good…Just keep taking deep breaths. Your body needs a minute to recover from the strain…”
“Ngh-ngggghhh…” a sob escaped Jotaro, ignoring his wishes to be spared of any further humiliation. He struggled to hold back further cries, but the shame was so overwhelming that it was hard to.
“Hey, it’s alright…” Kakyoin closed the car door behind them, “If you need to cry, just let it out.” he soothed. This was instantly followed by an eruption of sobs from Jotaro, “J-Jotaro, are you hurt!?” Jotaro shook his head, “You just…really needed to cry, huh?” Jotaro nodded through tears, his face beet red. Kakyoin rubbed his back a little faster, “Don’t worry about it…I’ve got you. Just feel your feelings…need a hug?”
“Y-yes please…” Jotaro grunted. Kakyoin smiled.
“C’mere, big guy. Just cry into me. Everything’s alright” |
A/N: Another from Peecember.
Battling at his brother’s side, Emmet always feels like he can do anything. The two of them make for a great combination, able to read one another’s moves without even having to speak out loud, both always in perfect sync. Even when they lose, it is still always as thrilling as can be, both certain that there is nothing that they would rather do than this.
They can read each other perfectly, so Emmet has no doubt that Ingo can tell exactly what is wrong with him right now. He can almost definitely tell that Emmet is so desperate to pee that he feels like he might burst, after a long day with no real chances for a break. They are trapped in a lengthy battle with two trainers, and he knows he would enjoy it, if not for the fact that he just wants it to end.
He wants it to be over, and he thinks that Ingo is trying the best he can to make sure that the battle does end as swiftly as possible. The two of them work together, but Hilda and Rosa are talented trainers, making it difficult for them to keep up. They’re cousins, so while they are not quite as in sync as the twins are, they definitely have a stronger connection than the typical paired set.
Emmet isn’t going to be able to last much longer, not like this. He can’t even remember when he first started feeling the need, only that it has been driving him crazy for what must have been hours now, only to find that he never had any chance to do anything about it. His bladder is throbbing with every motion, and he has to keep his thighs pressed tightly together, certain that he must look awkward and tense in front of the girls. At this point, he knows that there is no chance of him hiding his need from them either way, so he tries not to worry too much about it.
Each move that his Pokemon makes, he prays will be the one that secures him and Ingo swift victory, and when an attack is made against him, he can’t help hoping that it is enough to ensure that the two of them lose. Though he never hopes for a loss, at times like this, it is hard to worry about who wins or loses, just as long as he knows that the battle will be over soon. It hurts, and he just wants it to finally be over.
Biting his lip, he knows better than to try and take his mind off of it now. He has already tried that plenty of times, and is far past the point that it would work. Honestly, he is to the point that, even if it did work, he would not trust himself in that situation. After all, forgetting himself for even a moment could cause a loss of control that he is not sure he would be able to recover from.
And so, he is stuck like this, in pain and miserable, and so certain that he is going to lose it any moment now, that he is not going to be able to make it to the end of the battle. No matter what, he wants to avoid that, not wanting to look bad in front of these trainers, and not wanting to look so pathetic in front of his brother. It is bad enough that he knows Ingo can tell he is barely holding on, but it would be far worse to give him reason to think that he is not capable of holding it throughout a battle, that he might actually be that…
Yelping, Emmet can’t help jamming a hand between his legs. This is such an obvious, pathetic show of weakness, holding himself like a helpless child, but he can’t help it. He does it on pure reflex, and then finds that he really can’t risk pulling his hand away, because he is not sure if he would be able to keep holding it if he did. The girls are staring at him, Hilda with a confident smirk on her face, and Rosa giving him a look of sympathy. Emmet is honestly not sure which is worse, and he does not dare look to see what sort of expression his twin brother is giving him.
He already knows that he can’t hold it. The battle is still raging on, and he is losing more control by the moment. Spurts of liquid keep escaping, quicker and quicker now, and he is shaking, pants getting wetter each time, until it will be impossible to hide, even if he does manage to keep from losing complete control. But he doesn’t even manage that, and before he can register the fact that it’s his turn, that he is keeping everyone waiting by not calling out a move, it’s over.
His knees buckle as he starts to fully piss himself, and he is completely unable to stop the flood. Emmet just looks at the ground, face flushed as relief washes over him, not wanting to see what any of them think of this incident. Though he fought it all the way to the end, even that was not enough to stop him from losing control like this, and now…
Now he is wetting himself in the middle of a battle, something that has never happened to him before, something that should never happen to him. It’s not enough that he is a grown man or that he should not be wetting himself anywhere at all, but rather, it is the fact that he has completely disgraced himself in front of his beloved twin brother and two very cute trainers, and that, whether he wins or loses, he does not think that he will be able to hold onto his dignity.
And yet the battle must go on, and once his bladder is empty, he finds he can at least focus on making the right move choices.
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A/N: You guessed it, another left over from Peecember
Working long shifts at the hospital can be rewarding in its own way, but Sakura definitely gets worn out, and it has its downsides. In general, she does prefer to be out in the field, serving as a medic in that regard, but there are many purposes for a medic of her skill, and whenever she is not in the field, she is meant to work in the hospital. More often than not, her advanced skill means that she is picking up the slack of the others, who do not mean to leave so much work for her, but she can just do things that they simply can’t.
It is rewarding, any time she is able to save someone, or even just help ease the pain of someone who has been struggling, but she gets worn out after a while, and if things are hectic enough, she finds herself contending with another problem. Eventually, the strain on her bladder starts to make itself known, and even though she is used to holding it up to a certain point, she still has her limits, and she seems to get pushed to that point nearly daily.
Today has been no exception, and as her shift comes closer to an end, she is absolutely bursting, and in great pain from that. She comforts herself with the fact that she does not have long until she can leave, but that does not make it any easier to endure it in the moment, already to the point she can’t ignore it. She should be able to hold it until the end of her shift, as well as until she can make it home.
Usually, Sakura waits until she can get home to go to the bathroom, just because she knows, if she stays any longer than when she is allowed to leave, there’s a chance she might get roped into helping with something else just as soon as she emerges from the bathroom, and she will not have the heart to tell them that she is already off and on her way out the door. So, whenever she can manage to hold it a little while longer, that’s what she does, and she knows tonight needs to be one of those nights.
Today has been so hectic that she will be lucky to get out of here at all, and really can’t risk taking any further chances. If she can make it home, which is she sure she will be able, then she is going to be just fine. She just has to keep holding it until the end of the day, even as her bladder begins to protest her every move. Today has been rough, and Sakura grits her teeth whenever she can get away with it, curling her toes and clenching her fists to distract herself from all of the aching in her bladder.
Just a little while longer, and she can’t help but watch the clock and count the seconds when she can afford to be distracted. And whenever she can be sure that no one will notice, she presses her legs tightly together, rubbing them there to try and alleviate the pressure, even if it is only for a moment. It does not really offer much comfort for her, but it is enough to keep her going until the end, until she is finally able to leave.
Sakura knows that she is cutting it close, but she is sure that she can make it back home if she just hurries. That is preferable to getting caught here and ending up working far later then she would intend. Sure, she is absolutely bursting, to the point that every step is like torture, but it will still be worth it in the end. She knows that it will be worth it, just as soon as she is able to make it through that door. If only she weren’t walking through the bustling evening streets, she might be able to do more to make holding it easier on her, but she really does not want anyone seeing her holding herself like a little girl.
Not that she really needs to do that, or anything. She hasn’t had to do that before while walking home, and she knows that she is doing just fine, that she is not struggling anymore than she normally would. Sakura is at no greater risk of losing control than she is any other day, and she continues to tell herself that while she struggles to walk back home.
Soon enough, though, her door is in sight, and she is that much more certain that she is going to be okay. Sure, her panties and shorts are so damp now that she is pretty sure they’re a lost cause, the leaks coming with every step that she takes, and maybe she might have some running down her inner thighs, but that doesn’t mean that she has already lost out. Her hand trembles as she unlocks the door, but once is able to let herself in, she can go to the bathroom, in just a few short steps…
Those few short steps don’t end up happening. Just as soon as the door closes behind her, she finds herself leaning back against it as she gives into the demands of her overworked bladder. At the very least, she can say that she made it home, but that is not much of a comfort when she still ended up wetting herself, showing her that there are still situations that she is not able to make it through. Not exactly encouraging, when it comes to her daily schedule.
But right now, she just lets the relief wash over her, as the puddle grows at her feet. It feels too good to finally be able to pee, and she can worry about clean up, and what this might mean for her in the future, when she is done basking in all of that relief. For right now, she is just happy that she does not have to hold it anymore. |
I - Jane is my name
Jane is my name, and I'm as average as average can be. I weigh 150 pounds and have an athletic build. I'm 24 years old. My hair is brown and I grow it long. People tell me my green eyes are pretty. I like to wear cute clothes. Normal stuff.
What's not normal is... well, there's no point in being shy about it, as long as it's just you and me here. Not like anyone's gonna overhear us.
Still, it feels weird because I've never told anyone.
What's not normal is that I like to watch other women when they need to pee.
It's not weird that it's women -- I'm gay, so that's expected. But I'm the only person I know who sees going to the bathroom as anything interesting. Every time I see a woman go, I wonder how urgent her need is, and I get all turned on. Especially when it's someone who doesn't go that often. Because it's like, wow, she must need to pee pretty badly if she's finally actually dropping what she's doing so she can go. Obviously she doesn't go when it's not urgent, or otherwise she'd be going way more often. Even hearing a toilet flush can be enough to get me going, because it means someone was needing to pee just moments before, which is HOT.
Heh. Hope I'm not weirding you out.
Let me tell you about my neighbors. They're a lesbian couple who've been dating for five years and living next door for almost two years. Their names are Nicole and Ae-Cha. Nicole is tall and thin with an almost flat chest, and deep eyes. Ae-Cha is short and thick -- her chest is definitely not flat -- and has round cheeks and small eyes. Nicole is from around here, and Ae-Cha moved here from Korea right after she finished high school. She met Nicole soon after, and the two have been dating ever since.
(I wish I could just stumble into a hot Korean girl and start dating her...)
Anyway. These two women have the biggest. Bladders. I have ever. Seen. They mentioned early on that they didn't use public bathrooms out of a concern for cleanliness, but it took me a while to realize how serious they were about it. We've been getting dinner once or twice a week and going on all-day outings every month for the entire time we've known each other, and I have NEVER seen either of them use one. Once we did both in the same day, dinner right after an all-day outing with no break in between, and even then they didn't go. I've got a pretty decent bladder myself, and I sort of also enjoy holding it, and at that point, even I needed to pee badly enough that I had to excuse myself from the table so I could go.
And you know what makes it even weirder? Since they're my neighbors, I can actually hear their toilet flush from my apartment. It's right on the other side of a wall, so the sound is super loud and clear. And you know what?
I never fucking do!
Basically ever!
They must be the most pee-shy couple who've ever lived. I hear their toilet flush MAYBE twice a week. I swear they're saving it up over multiple bathroom trips and flushing it when they think I'm not home. Because nobody can hold it for that long. Right?
Anyway, that's actually what got me thinking about this stuff just now. I heard their toilet flush a few minutes ago, and now I'm fantasizing about it. Was it Ae-Cha who peed, having finally given in and gone after ignoring her pee all day? It's evening right now, that would make for quite the full bladder. Or was it Nicole? I think I just heard her get back from a late-night errand. Was she holding it the whole time? Perhaps regretting that she hadn't peed before she left, wishing she could bring herself to go in public?
Or was it both of them who peed? Is that a tactic they use to avoid flushing too often, taking their bathroom breaks together to seem like they only pee half as often as they do?
God I'm horny. Sorry. I just... phew. I really wanna see these two hit their limit sometime. They're such tanks. I need to know what it would take to make them burst open.
Oh, I just heard a knock. Let me go see who it is.
...well, speak of the devil. Excuse me for a minute while I talk to them.
II - Eviction notice
"Hey."
"Hey Jane..."
It was Nicole talking, and Ae-Cha was there too, staring at her shoes like she always does. I could see something was on both of their minds, which sort of worried me, because they're normally both pretty unflappable.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
Ae-Cha looked at Nicole, and Nicole looked at the ground. "Um," she said. "We actually just got evicted..."
I was dumbstruck. Evicted? These two? Maybe I didn't give a very clear picture earlier because I was focusing so hard on their bladders, but these women are two of the nicest people I've ever met. I can't imagine why they could have been evicted. Hold on, gotta listen.
"...was slipped under our door some time last night. It said... that we had until tomorrow to get out. I know this is crazy, but I don't think we have anywhere else to go. Do you think... and I'm sorry to even ask, but... do you think we could crash at your place for a few nights until we find somewhere else to go?"
Okay, I missed some of what she said, but it sounds like I got the gist.
"Holy cow," I said. "Uh, yes, come in." They came in, and I closed the door behind them. "Uh, I mean, you're still gonna be in the same building if you stay here. Do you think that'll be okay?"
Nicole shrugged. "Maybe? I don't think anyone saw us come over here. We could just... pretend we left."
I shrugged. Who was I kick them out? They needed a place to stay.
"Yeah," I said. "I won't tell anyone." It was pretty late in the evening at this point, so I was getting tired. My couch was a futon, so I pulled it out and said "Hey, I was just about to go to bed when you two arrived. There's blankets in that closet right there. How about we all get some rest and catch up in the morning?"
Nicole nodded. "Thank you, Jane."
Ae-Cha nodded too, and quietly said "Thank you."
I turned out the living room ceiling light, leaving them in just the light of the lamp next to the couch, and then started to leave the room. But as I got to my bedroom door, I suddenly had an idea. I turned back around and spoke to them again.
"Hey, guys?"
They looked up at me.
"Just a quick note, uh, I don't think this will be much of an issue since I know you guys, like, have really big bladders, but uh, I have a thing with cleanliness. I'm not sure if I ever told you this, but um, I don't really like it when other people use my bathroom. It's just a little quirk I have. So while you guys are here, just... be sure not to use it, okay?"
My heart was pounding in my chest as I choked out the last few words. I'd never done anything so bold before. I kinda couldn't believe myself. But it was too late to go back now, so I just looked at them and waited to see what they'd say. Ae-Cha looked at Nicole, and Nicole looked back at her, and they looked like they were having some kind of silent conversation just with their eyes. Finally they nodded to one another, and Nicole looked back to me and said "That's fine, we won't use your bathroom while we're here."
I resisted the urge to wipe sweat drops from my forehead, and gave them a thumbs up. "Thanks guys, you're the best," I said, before turning back around and heading into my bedroom, closing the door behind me.
III - The near future
HOLY SHIT!!!
I know I said I was about to go to sleep but HOLY FUCK is there ever no chance of that right now. I'll be lucky if I sleep at all tonight. My heart is POUNDING. Did you hear what Nicole said?? That they could agree to not use my bathroom for the ENTIRE TIME they're here? Even though they already don't use public bathrooms? They'll just fucking bottle it up and HOLD IT??
Ohhhh god. Ohh. My. Actual. Lord. This is GOOD stuff.
Holy shit dude, I just... I can't. This is too good. I have to be dreaming.
How long do you think they're going to stay? Two days? Three?? A week??? What the hell are they going to do??
Okay, okay, breathe, it's not THAT exciting. They'll almost certainly just give in and go on an outing to use a public bathroom. Or if not, then they'll break down sometime tomorrow afternoon or tomorrow evening, or maaaybe the morning after that, and then they'll have to use my bathroom. I'll get to see them needing to pee once, probably really badly, it'll be super hot, and then from then on, things will just be normal.
Still, that's exciting.
Okay, you've prolly heard enough outta me, I'm gonna shut up now and try to actually, y'know, get some sleep. I know I said I wouldn't be able to but I think I've calmed down a bit, so.
See you in the morning.
IV - First day
So, I didn't exactly go directly to bed last night. I might have stayed up... doing something... for a while first. Anyway, I'm less horny now.
I've never been much of a talker. You might not have guessed that from the way I'm talking to you, but I mean in real life. I'm just not that extraverted. So in the morning, I just kind of went out to the kitchen, said good morning to Nicole and Ae-Cha, made myself breakfast, and then went back into my room to eat it. Same as I always do when they're not here. Well, except for one difference, which is that 50% of my mind was dedicated to the task of constantly wondering if they needed to pee yet.
And now a word from that half of my mind.
Um.
I'm pretty sure they definitely need to pee by now. I don't know how badly, but like, they got here ten hours ago. That's enough time to make anyone need to pee. I certainly peed when I woke up, and if I hadn't, I'd be in a bit of a "situation" by now. And it's longer than any of our outings have been by a fair bit. So if they don't need to pee, color me impressed.
Wait a minute, what am I thinking?? I need to make those two breakfast!!
I walked out to the kitchen again, passing through the living room on my way. Nicole and Ae-Cha were cuddled up on the sofa, looking at a laptop together, and probably starving out of their minds, poor things. If there's one thing I know about them (besides their crazy bladders) it's that they're far too polite to bother me for food if I don't offer it first, and they would never dream of just taking it from the fridge. That politeness is also probably why they agreed to my absurd and hilariously out-of-line request that they not use my bathroom while they're here. So anyway, I'm glad I realized that before one of them fainted from hunger.
But hey, you know what this means? It means I get to choose what they eat, or more accurately, what they drink. If they're polite enough to hold their piss for me, they're polite enough to drink anything I serve them, which means their bladders are entirely at my mercy. Checkmate, cuties.
I called out to them from the kitchen and asked if they wanted some eggs. They said they would love some eggs, so I fired up the stove and made them some while we chatted. I desperately wanted to ask them about, y'know, pee stuff, but I didn't wanna be rude, so I kept my mouth shut about that. But I defintely didn't pass up the chance to torment them with the orange juice, pouring it from much higher than necessary and allowing it to splash loudly and luciously into the glasses. I even spilled a little onto the counter on purpose, just because, y'know, pee.
They didn't seem phased. I cleaned up the spilled juice as they began to eat, then headed back to my room, feeling like a gigantic dork.
V - Second day
You're not going to believe this, but it's day two, and Nicole and Ae-Cha still haven't peed.
I know. I don't know for sure if I believe it either. I've put the toilet lid down and placed a hair on top of it so that I'll be able to tell if they're like, using the bathroom in the middle of the night or something. Every time I pee I'll move the hair and then put it back. I'll check tomorrow morning to make sure it's still there. But if I'm being honest, I think it will be. I don't think they're "going" behind my back (haha). It's hard to explain why, they just... have an honest vibe to them. I think they're really still holding it.
Which of course means, they must be bursting to go by now.
I mean, right? How could they not be?
Oh, and this is despite me making sure to give them lots of fluids yesterday -- a nice, large, splashy drink for every meal.
And now here I am, about to give them each another one with breakfast.
"So, how are you two feeling?"
I asked the question just before I started pouring their drinks, and scanned their eyes for any hint of discomfort as I did so. I'm not very in-tune with other people's feelings, but I thought they both looked a bit stressed. Once or twice this morning I saw Nicole shuffling around uncomfortably, in a way she doesn't normally do.
"We're doing all right," Nicole said. "We spent yesterday trying to find another apartment to move into."
"Oh!" I said. It occurred to me that given how large their bladders obviously were, they might legit move out before they have to give in and pee. "How is it going?"
Nicole shrugged. "Not... great. But we're going to keep looking today."
I nodded. "Take your time, you can stay as long as you need to." The two of them exchanged a worried look. I was pretty sure I knew why, but I feigned cluelessness.
"Jane, we're... having a bit of an issue..." Nicole finally said after a pause.
I looked at her. "What's up?" I thought I knew exactly what was up, and I could barely contain myself.
Nicole was on the verge of tears, so Ae-Cha spoke for her. "The prices are too high," she said. "They're like, triple what we can pay. We had no idea it was like this, we haven't looked at the housing market since we moved in here. We won't be able to find somewhere else to go until things settle down. It could be a long time."
I stared back at the the two of them as they looked back and forth between me and the floor, their faces flooded with shame. My brain was exploding, but I had to keep my calm if I wanted to be a good friend. Well, "be a good friend" as in reassure them that they aren't going to be a burden, not as in let them use my bathroom.
"It's all right!" I say. "Really! You guys are my best friends. If you need to stay here for six months, it'll be six months of daily hangouts and partying. Just us girls!" My face was covered with the biggest, stupidest grin I've ever grinned, and it was completely genuine... they just didn't know the real reason why it was there. "Really," I said again, taking a step forward and holding my arms out. I pulled the two of them into a group hug. "Really. C'mere, girls, we're sisters."
They nuzzled into me, and I patted them both on the back. "Let's go on an outing today," I say. "Just like we've been doing. It's time for one, don't you think?"
VI - Outing
So we did. The girls cheered up a bit in the car, and by the time we were at the mall, they were pretty much their usual selves. No hint of any stress regarding their housing predicament. Nothing like some shopping to cheer a girl up 🙂
Of course, my mind was much more focused on the other predicament they were in. I mean. It was like. 3pm by now. Which means. Even if they peed. Before coming over. Then they have been holding. For forty. Hours. HHHH. I was making absolutely certain to keep them in my sights at all times so I would know if they used the bathroom. And I was doing everything I could not to bring the subject up, but by this point the words were practically pounding at the inside of my mouth, begging to come out, tearing me up inside. We passed water fountains, ads for surfboards, a vending machine with drinks in it, just thing after thing that would give me an 'in' for asking about their urge, and finally we came to a bathroom, and oh, forget it!
"Say, girls?"
The two of them, who had been browsing through some books, looked up at me.
Suddenly I found I couldn't bring myself to earnestly suggest that they use the bathroom. That wasn't what my mouth wanted to say. It wanted... it wanted me to egg them on, to tease them. I thought fast.
"You know," I said, in my best teasing voice. "Now would be a good moment to use the bathroom... if you're willing to break your streak. I know you've never used a public one before."
They shook their heads in unison. "We don't use public bathrooms." Nicole said.
"But surely you need to pee?"
"I mean yeah, of course we need to go, but... they're just too gross."
And then she went right back to browsing books, and so did Ae-Cha.
You know, I've been pinching myself every couple of minutes for the last, oh, I don't know, day and a half or so. I don't know where these magicians are putting their piss, or how they're getting it there, or WHAT, but I'm telling you, this isn't real.
"You sure? I know we were thinking it could be a while before you two found another place to stay." I couldn't believe I was saying it. Like I said earlier, I'm normally pretty shy, but gosh, horniness finds a way.
"We can hold it," Ae-Cha said. "Really."
Yeah, well, we'll see about that, won't we Ae-Cha?
The car ride home was a bit quieter than the car ride out. I was worried I'd crossed the line by bringing up the subject of the bathroom, but like... I mean, let's be real, I can't even say that with a straight face. I crossed the line long ago. If they were quiet, it had to be because their bladders were finally catching up to them.
I checked the strand of hair on the toilet right before bed, to make sure it was still there. It was. If they don't start squirming by tomorrow, I'm going to kick things up a notch.
VII - Health kick
Welp, it's tomorrow, and when I got up in the morning (with a full bladder, by the way!) and went out to the living room to look at Nicole and Ae-Cha, I didn't see either of them doing the potty dance or anything like it. I was plainly bursting to piss, but I didn't forget to make sure the hair was still there before I peed.
All right. So. Kicking things up a notch. What am I gonna do? Watch and learn.
"Hey guys!" I said, waltzing into the living room. The two of them waved and said good morning to me. Their faces were a bit tired, but cheerful and relaxed, which was nice to see. "Guess what? I'm going on a health kick! If you want to join me, now's the moment to hop on the train! I think it would be a really fun thing for the three of us to do together."
"That sounds fun," Nicole said.
"Health is good," Ae-Cha said quietly.
"So you'll join me?" I asked.
They nodded. "What is it? A diet?" Nicole asked.
"Nope!" I said. "It's a water-drinking challenge! You gotta drink a gallon a day. Science says that's the recommended amount!"
"O-oh!" Nicole said, her smile faltering quite a bit. Ae-Cha looked at the ground, then at Nicole's face, then back at the ground. "W-wow, that's a lot. Um. You sure it's a gallon there, Jane? Usually I hear it's more like a liter, or maybe two..."
"It's a gallon!" I said. "Science."
The two girls looked at each other with such worried faces that I could practically see large, cartoon drops of sweat materializing on their foreheads. I sensed that they wanted to have a word with each other, so I pranced into the kitchen, cheerful and 'oblivious' as ever, and began fixing breakfast for the three of us. While I was in there, I heard the two of them exchanging frantic whispers. It sounded almost like an argument, from the tone. I was able to catch snippets here and there: "--gallon! we can't hol--", "--every day! I'm already--", "--start bulging s--", "--badly before, I--", "--months!!"
Today I was just making toast, so I was done quickly -- quickly enough that they were still talking when I was done. They clammed up the moment I came in the room, and looked at me with sheepish expressions.
"Um," Nicole said. "Listen, I think a gallon might be a bit much. Ae-Cha and I were thinking maybe we'd drink two liters each, and then--"
"ONE liter," Ae-Cha interjected.
"No no, I think we can, um, we can handle two, can't we?" Nicole said. "Two liters each day, then, heh, it would be like we were splitting the gallon in half between us, and--"
"No no!" I interrupted her. "It has to be a gallon! I know, it's a lot, but it goes by like nothing! Well, maybe not nothing, it's kinda hard at first. But you can do it! Here, gimme a minute..." I ran off into my bedroom, rummaged through some boxes, and came back out with three one-gallon water bottles. "Here!" I say. "One for each of us. Nicole, I know you like pink stuff, you can have the pink one. What you do is, you just fill it up at the start of each day, and then by the end of the day you have to drink all the water in it. I'll go fill them up!" I said, and then ran off to the kitchen to do just that.
I really did do this challenge once before (which is why I had the bottles) and let me tell you, it DESTROYED my bladder. I was pissing constantly. I had to pee in the morning. I had to pee in the afternoon. I had to pee in the evening. I had to pee again in the evening. I had to pee after I just peed. Any time I'd go somewhere without bathrooms, I'd get back home on the verge of pissing myself. YOU PEE A LOT WHEN YOU DO THIS.
The frantic whispering resumed while I was filling the bottles, but this time I couldn't hear any of it over the running faucet, and it stopped before I came back into the room. I handed each girl her bottle. Nicole received hers with a fake smile, and Ae-Cha with a solemn nod.
"Drink up, girls!" I say. "There's toast in the kitchen for you."
VIII - Clown car
A magician can pull a rabbit out of nowhere, but physics is physics, and math is math. You make a cutie drink a gallon of water every day and stop her from using the bathroom, and that water is gonna PILE THE FUCK UP. You can only put so many clowns in a clown car before it's full to the brim, and if the car was made of rubber and you tried to keep going, you'd start to see it bulge.
And let me tell you, THAT'S MY JAM. I live for bladder bulges. There is nothing sexier in the world to me than a woman who's wearing her bladder situation on her tum. It doesn't happen to everyone, Ae-Cha has got a much bigger tum than Nicole, so even if she's holding the same amount, there might not be a bulge. But Nicole, well, we've already seen that both girls' bladders are out of this world, and Nicole is pretty thin, so... you can expect something there, I think. I don't know what's going on with their self-control, maybe I'll never see them really "desperate" no matter how long they stay with me, but even just seeing her bulging... haaaaaa~~~~~
Today we just had some down time, I didn't try to rope the two of them into any activities. But at lunch, I checked up on their water bottles.
"You'll have to drink faster than that," I remarked, gestureing to the bottles which were still more than half full. "You gotta finish by bedtime, you know!"
"Hah, I guess so," Nicole said.
Ae-Cha just nodded.
"It's not so hard!" I told them, showing off my own water bottle, which was about two-thirds empty after I dumped more than half of the water out my window onto the grass below (oops). "Look! I'm ahead of schedule."
The girls looked a bit embarrassed and exchanged awkward looks. "Y-yeah," Nicole said. "Yeah, we'll catch up! Watch us!" She upended her bottle and chugged water from it for longer than most people can hold their breath. "Easy! Ae-Cha, we got this, right?"
Ae-Cha started at her with daggers in her eyes, but followed suit. "E-easy," she said. "No problem."
The evening, I checked up on them again. They were sitting together on the couch, trying to down the last of the water, and having a bit of a hard time.
"You can do it, girls!" I said.
They looked up at me with discomfort scrawled all over their faces, and gave me a pair of weak thumbs up before finishing off their drinks.
"Nice!!" I cheered. I sat down next to Nicole on the couch. "Feel the health coursing through your body," I said. I put my hand right on her tum and gave it a rub, and my gosh, it was SO FIRM AND BULGY HOLY FUCK I'M DYING. I made sure to look at her face, and, hhh, the amount of discomfort on it, the way she winced as I touched her, it almost made me feel bad... but I'm sorry, nothing can overcome how GOOD this is making me feel.
"I know it's a bit harder since you can't go to the bathroom," I said. "But it's no problem for you... right?"
Nicole looked off to the side and shifted her legs, pressing them together.
"Nope... not a problem..." she said in a strained voice.
"Ae-Cha?" I asked. "Still holding strong? I know it's a lot."
Her own legs had already been closed, her hands balled into fists and clamped to her sides. "I'm okay," she said.
"Great," I said. "You two try to rest up, all right? I've got a fun activity planned for tomorrow."
They nodded silently, and I dashed off to my room for some much-needed pre-bedtime fun.
IX - Squeeze!
Day four: the hair is still there, though by now I don't even really need to check it. The girls, those wonderful hotties I've fantasized about since I met them, are wearing their desperation on their faces, poor things. On their faces and in their body language. Ae-Cha's legs are never more than five degrees apart. Nicole's eyes are eternally wide and shimmering.
"Fill those water bottles up, girls!" I said, bringing my own through the living room and into the kitchen. They trudged behind me, empty bottles in hand, and lined up at the sink to fill theirs after me. Once mine was filled, I stepped aside and chugged the first quarter of it. Didn't matter to me. I was getting to use the bathroom.
"So," I said as they were filling their bottles. "Guess what I've got planned today?"
By now they had been trained to know that this was going to be bad news for them, but they faked excitement and interest. "What is it?"
"We're going clothes shopping!" I announced. "It can just be window-shopping if you want. But I have to see you try some stuff on. Spring is coming, you know, and it's been a big year in fashion. Lots of new stuff to look at."
"Sounds... fun..." Nicole said with a forced smile. She capped her bottle immediately, not drinking any of it yet, and once Ae-Cha was done filling hers, she did the same.
"Take those bottles with you, champs," I told them with a wink. "I wanna see you drink every drop."
This time the car ride was quieter. Nicole sat in the passenger seat with her legs crossed, looking out the window, holding her bottle in her lap sullenly. Ae-Cha sat in the back, burying her face in a book. By the time we arrived at the mall, I was already needing to pee from the water I drank that morning, but I decided to hold it for now. I led the way inside and to the Old Navy.
By now you probably know the routine I was going for. I picked out a bunch of clothes for them each to try on, using my newfound horniness-driven audacity that you've been seeing so much of, and handed them each their pile. I knew their sizes from previous shopping trips, and I made sure every bottom was just a biiit too tight around the waist.
"Let's do you first, Ae-cha," I said, handing her a pile of clothes as I corralled the two of them over to the changing rooms.
"O-okay," she said, taking the clothes from me with one hand. The other hand couldn't stay away from her crotch -- she was constantly patting her thigh, adjusting her belt, rummaging around in her pocket, etc etc. She went into the changing room and locked the door. It was one of those shitty changing rooms that are like bathroom stalls, where the door doesn't even go all the way to the ground, so I had the pleasure of seeing her jeans drop around her ankles, followed by her panties, and seeing her feet shuffle around nervously as she unfolded the first item of clothing.
She came out wearing a beautiful pink skirt and matching blouse. The skirt had a large bow as a kind of belt around the waist, and she tried to match its cuteness with a pathetic attempt at a cheery smile, which of course I saw right through.
"Beautiful!" I said. I walked behind her and put my hands on her sides. "Here, this is a bit loose, let me tighten it for you so we can see what it's really supposed to look like."
"Oh, n-no, it's okay," Ae-Cha said. "It's already tight, I think, you don't need to fix it."
"It's okay girl, I got you." I untied the bow with shaky hands, pulled it as tight as I possibly could without actually hurting the poor girl, and then tied it back again. I heard an audible gasp from poor Ae-Cha as I did it, which I ignored.
"There," I said, walking around to the front again. Ae-Cha's eyes were closed in concentration. I gave her a playful slap on the belly, which was quite firm, and this got a suppressed squeal out of her. "Hey girl!" I said. "No need to be shy, you look cute as heck, really."
"Thank you," she said through gritted teeth.
"Nicole, you want to go next?" I asked.
"Sure." She got up and half-walked, half-hobbled into the changing room. When she came out again, she was wearing a green tank-top and a pair of the snazziest jeans you've ever seen, along with a thick brown belt tying everything together. And dude, let me tell you... HER BULGE. It was spilling out over the top of her jeans, compressed first by the jeans themselves and then even more by the belt. Her bladder was being lifted two inches upward by the sheer PRESSURE the clothes were putting on her. She kept her hand constantly on the rim of the tank top to keep it from riding up.
"Adorable!" I cried. "Really, lovely." I walked up to her and put my hands on her hips, and she instinctively put her own hands over the belt buckle to stop me from fucking with it.
"Th-thank you darling," she said.
I put my hand on her tum, which at this point was hard like a rock, and gave it some rubs. "Gosh, is this what not going to the bathroom does to you?" Nicole started to turn red at the comment. "I'm teasing you, girl, don't listen to me~" I stood back up. "All right, cuties, I think I'm gonna head to the bathroom. That water's going right through me. Sure you don't wanna come with?"
Nicole looked at me with helpless eyes, her face still flushed and hot. "W-we're sure," she said.
"Kk~" I said. "BRB, gotta pee!"
I dashed off to the bathroom (and yeah, if you're a perv like me, I'm sure you wanna know... it was urgent <3) and when I came back, just before I turned the corner, I heard the two of them having another hushed argument. I stopped short so I could listen. Nicole was talking.
"We don't have a choice, Ae-Cha. Jane asked us not to use her bathroom, and she asked us to do the drinking challenge with her. We can't be bad guests -- she's giving us a place to stay!"
"I need to pee," Ae-Cha retorted.
"I know, I get it. But my love, my darling... we've been here before. It's nothing we can't handle."
"I need to pee."
"Sweetie..."
"I need to pee!"
"Sweetie, hush. You're being unreasonable right now. We don't need to use the bathroom. We've never needed to, ever. It's something from our past now. We've moved on... you don't need to pee, and neither do I."
"..."
"Okay, honey-pie?"
"...fine."
"There's my favorite girlfriend~"
And then some smooching sounds... which I have to admit, made me a little jealous again. Where's my hot Korean girlfriend? 😞 But anyway, when they were done kissing I rounded the corner and pretended I hadn't heard anything. They were still wearing the first outfits they'd changed into, Ae-Cha hadn't even loosened her bow... now that was dedication.
The two of them looked at me with determination in their eyes, especially Nicole.
"Ready to try on the rest of the outfits?" I asked.
"Yes," they said in unison.
I held up my water bottle, which I'd dumped more water out of into the sink in the bathroom. "Think you can keep up on this?"
They pulled out their own water bottles and showed me that they were nearly empty.
"Yes," they said.
X - Ten out of ten
But it turns out, well, determination is one thing... and a full bladder is another. My girls over here needed to pee, and when I say pee, I mean BADLY. They seemed to be doing okay when they went to bed in the evening last night, after getting home from clothes shopping. They even filled their bottles back up before going to sleep in preparation for the next day... but when morning came, that enthusiasm had abandoned them. I came out of my bedroom at around 9am (yes, perv, I needed to pee <3) to find them sitting next to each other on the sofa, snuggled together, staring intently at the ground, rocking back and forth, and visibly sweating. My morning greeting clearly startled them, and as soon as they heard it they tried to act natural... but of course I didn't believe it for a minute. Even when "acting natural" it was obvious that they were positively dying to piss. Nicole's legs were knotted together; Ae-Cha's hand was glued to her crotch; Nicole was practically vibrating in her seat; Ae-Cha's lips were constantly moving, and I thought I heard her muttering to herself in Korean. They didn't respond to me.
I made them breakfast, but they barely touched it. I encouraged them to drink their water, but they only took a sip or two before putting their bottles back down. It was impossible to get conversation out of them, even on topics I knew they were passionate about. I even delayed my own first bathroom break of the day, holding my pee out of, I don't know, solidarity? Horniness? Just a whim? But by the time breakfast was over and I was washing dishes, I mean... I dunno dude, I had to pee. Like I said, a full bladder is just something else. I went to the bathroom. Really puts their plight into perspective. Not really a fair comparison, since these two have crazy bladders and I have a normal one, but.
Anyway, I've sort of piped down about how insanely horny all this is making me, but it's just because I've run out of words to describe it. I've been staring at the sun so long that my vision has gone dark. I masturbated three times last night in the span of an hour, and then again when I woke up before even leaving my room. Is it normal for a person to get their dreams fulfilled this fucking hard? I have a museum exhibit of my ultimate fantasy sitting right in my living room.
And as the day dragged on, they just stayed right there. I'm pretty sure at this point they can't move. They've tried a few activities, from reading books to watching Netflix, but they keep ending up right back where they started -- staring into space, cuddled in each other's arms, giving each other back rubs, taking turns whispering comforting words in each other's ears...
...knowing full well that failure is inevitable but still keeping each other going as long as possible...
...
Okay, maybe I kind of understand why I can't get a girlfriend. This isn't something that would've come naturally to me.
...I should work on that maybe.
Uhm. But you probably want to hear about the bladder stuff, so let's get back to that. I'll sort out the other stuff on my own.
I spent the day in and out of my room, basically in a 90-minute loop of getting myself worked up in my bedroom, coming out to the living room to get an eyeful of the girls, heading back into my room to masturbate, and then putzing around until I got worked up again. Every time I came out, their situation was a little more hopeless. Knotted legs became bouncing knotted legs. Hands near crotches became hands buried in crotches. Faces turned red. Sweat became tears.
Finally it was evening, and by that point it was clear that we were coming up on the final act. I made my way out to the living room one last time and sat myself down across from the girls.
"Hey," I said.
They didn't even look up.
"Listen," I said. "Can we talk?"
They looked up, but said nothing.
"You two have been comatose today."
No response.
"Is it because you need to pee?"
They just looked at me sullenly. As if anything they could do would read as anything other than an emphatic 'yes'.
"I want to make you an offer," I said. "You can use my bathroom..." They perked up at this. "...if you ask my permission to use it, and if you admit to me that you're at your limit, and you can't wait any longer."
They stared at me, their eyes as wide as dinner plates, their frantic pee-holding motions quelled for a moment, and a deadly silence came over the room. Their faces were flushed white, their bodies were trembling, their breathing came in shattered waves...
...and finally Ae-Cha's head turned just slightly to the left, then back to the right, and then the left again, and Nicole's followed suit.
"N-n-n... no..." Nicole spat out. "N-n.... no. It's... not... th-that... bad. We can... we can... we can hold it."
I stared at them in amazement. It was almost bedtime. How on earth were they going to sleep if they didn't pee? They looked like they were going to faint from the effort, if not from the sheer pain! But as I stared at them, looking straight into their eyes, I saw no sign that they were going to back down. And let me just say: damn. I'm impressed.
"Suit yourselves," I finally said, and got up to head to bed.
XI - Eleven out of ten
I woke up to a frantic, repeated knock on my door, and the sound of Nicole's voice.
"Jane? Jane? Jane! I'm sorry dear, but are you awake? It's an emergency!"
I hopped out of bed and opened the door to find Nicole kneeling on the ground outside, both hands shoved deeply into her crotch, her face pointed straight down and tears actively falling from it. Nicole was still lying on the couch. From where I was standing, all I could see was that she was writhing fiercly.
"You... you got us..." Nicole said. "We need to pee. Jane. We need to pee." She looked up at me, her eyes soaked and pleading. "Please. Please Jane. Let us use your bathroom. We need to go now. Please. Please."
I look straight into her eyes.
"You're at your limit?"
"I-I'm at my limit..." she says.
"You can't wait any longer? Either of you?"
"...we can't wait any longer."
I nod, basking in the serotonin rush of having ticked off one of my life goals. "Okay, darlings," I say. "You can use my bathroom."
"Thank God!!" Nicole screams. Ae-Cha hears her and needs no further explanation. The two women sprint into my bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind them, and I follow them in to see what happens. Ae-Cha yanks her skirt down and plops herself down on the toilet, while Nicole tears her pants and underwear off and straddles her, in a motion so smooth that I could swear they practice.
I stare at them, waiting for the hissing sound to begin, but it doesn't. Not yet. At first I wonder what's going on, but then it dawns on me... they're still holding. They needed permission to get on the toilet because they knew they were about to lose it, but they haven't really hit their limit yet, not the true limit, not the one even they can't go past. They were going to stick it out until the very. Last. Second.
A minute passed.
And then another.
And then a third.
And then they started pissing. Both of them began at the exact same moment, and the streams took no time at all to ramp up to full force, Ae-Cha's going directly into the toilet and Nicole's shooting between her girlfriend's legs. The women began moaning and panting as soon as they were peeing, their streams unbelievably loud given what insane pressure their bladders were under and given that they were both going at once. I walked up to the two of them (which didn't take much courage -- I don't even know if they noticed me, given what a state of absolute euphoria they were in) and put my hand on Nicole's tum once again. The iron-hard bulge was giving way a little, shrinking and softening just slightly from one minute to the next. I put my hand on her back to keep her steady and pressed on the bulge, and her stream sprayed harder. I did the same for Ae-Cha as well, but looking her face, it seemed to barely register.
And god. They just. Kept. Pissing. I've never seen so much piss in my entire life. They peed. And peed. And peed. And peed. And peed. Holy crap they peed. I thought it would never end.
But eventually, after a solid quarter-hour of hissing, spraying, uninterrupted firehose-style peeing... eventually, it did.
The two of them looked at each other with shimmering eyes, and pulled each other into an embrace, right there on my toilet, without even asking me if I needed to use it or anything! Lol. (I kind of did, actually. I think anyone would after seeing what I just saw. But if they could wait, and that was what they were holding back, then I could wait too.)
I have to say, I've thoroughly enjoyed putting these two through bladder hell.
I'll have to try it again some time.
Edited April 2, 2022 by SecretPerson
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My 4th writing, happening in no particular chronological order from my other stories besides after my first (linked here), but for simplicity we'll assume it's the current latest event. In this scenario, Yuta and Mali are driving home from a party, with Mali desperate to go, and Yuta finding all the opportunities he has to make Mali burst. Enjoy!
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Mali [F] - 19 y/o, developing a love to be the subject of an omo scenario, wants to be tidy with her omo fantasies but doesn't always get them to happen the way she wants them to.
Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, Mali's bf, developing a love to see Mali be the subject of an omo scenario, loves playing with her to see her become desperate.
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Prologue (Recap): Mali's awakening began with her boyfriend, Yuta, playing a game of restraint with it resulting in Mali soiling herself right in front of her own toilet, to her surprise, she liked. The next incident occurred when Mali had to hydrate on a hot summer day at work. This worked to her disadvantage, and she came home stumbling only to find Yuta taking a long, carefree shower. With the last of her resources, Mali resolved to using a vase, but out of clumsiness drops it, breaking it, and relieving herself all over her kitchen floor. Lastly, Mali took a whole lonesome day to herself to see how long her bladder would last, and after nearly 7 challenging yet arousing hours, left a spotty, messy trail all the way from her carpeted room to the expanse of her bathroom floor in front of the toilet. It's now that she's back with Yuta after a party, both of them wanting to take advantage of the situation to the fullest for their wet desires.
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Mali and Yuta have had a long week. Both had covered extra hours for coworkers, had busy days, more customers, and so on; they needed some relief. And when a friend hosts a get together party full of refreshments, people to let loose with, and good times, how would these two begin to decline? It was a Saturday night, and the two headed out to the designated address and let all their anxieties go. They talked and drank and partied for what seemed like hours. Was it hours? It became a blur to them, it was all so relaxing. Yuta had steered clear of any alcohol there, not just because he was designated driver going home, but merely because that he thought it was too bitter. Mali on the other hand gravitated some of the lighter alcoholic drinks offered there, trying to balance her alcoholic with nonalcoholic drinks appropriately but ultimately winding up a little tipsy. The party begins to wind down, and people begin to take their leave, Mali and Yuta included. Yuta notices Mali on the way out headed in the direction of the bathroom, but Yuta's night wasn't over just yet. He wanted to see something far more spectacular than anything he saw at the party. He grabs her arm and nudges her in the opposite direction, confusing her at first. But soon she becomes apparent of his intentions, and is turned on by his sudden and decisive assertiveness. They say their goodbyes and head to their car. Yuta had already used the bathroom beforehand, giving himself full attention to make the best situation out of what was given. Mali, growing desperate and tipsy, was swooned into the passenger seat for the 30 minute ride home.
Y: Feeling good?
M: For now, yes. Jokingly I can't believe you'd make your poor girlfriend do such a thing!
Y: Just thought I'd make things more interesting. The night is still young of course.
Mali starts with a moderately full bladder, making her less than comfortable in her seat as they depart. The constant rumble and motion of the car make her tense. Each turn they take, big or small, adds a momentary pressure build on her, before returning to a level of stability. Not long after they leave though, Yuta turns on a seat warmer on the passengers side.
M: What gives?
Y: Don't know yet? Give it a minute, you'll see soon enough.
And so she did. As the seat became warmer, Mali soon began to feel her tense muscles relax, becoming a soothing feeling under her legs. She then placed her hands atop her thighs, rubbing them anxiously, trying to calm herself down. She often found herself shifting her hips back, making herself more vertical, allowing her bladder to protrude forward no further. Her lower legs moved freely, fidgeting in her leg space, but not daring to separate her knees.
M: I'm... starting to get worse over here... because of you.
Y: Good, great actually. We're getting there, we're about 20 minutes out right now.
M: Jokingly Damnit you better step on it!
Yuta, quick wittedly, spots an opportunity.
Y: Maybe I'll do just that...
M: I don't like the sound of tha-!
Suddenly, the car dips into a shallow, but impactful pothole, dipping it in and out, causing Mali to bounce. She gasps.
M: nnNNNGgh~!
Her hands suspended out of surprise, she does everything in her power to counteract the force, but is incapable of preventing a 1 second burst of fluid warmth into her jeans and panties. She carefully moves her hands between her legs to control herself.
M: hysterically, through laughter with a shocked expression Oh I fucking hate you!
Y: snickering Hey, you told me to speed up!
M: Yeah but watch the road dumbass! Jeez! I fucking leaked a little because of that!
Y: You did? That's great then.
M: It's not great you idiot! I'm not gonna be able to control it much longer at this rate!
Mali now sat firmly, but shook due to the desperation. What a dirty way to tease relief! she thought. He better hurry it up! It'd be embarrassing if I had to ask him to pull over. Her hands locked into her crotch, as if she was trying to prevent the moisture from spreading further. Her hips were planted solid in the seat like stone, her legs bounced in all directions quickly as if to distract herself. Yuta notices. Once again, a devious idea comes to him. At an intersection, he takes a turn left, away from the route they were on directly heading home. Despite it being night, despite her being slightly drunken, she notices, appalled.
M: Worried What are you doing?
Y: Taking the scenic route home.
M: You're joking.
Y: I'm not.
M: You're joking!
Y: I'm very not.
M: Screw you!
Mali knew the scenic route essentially doubled the time it took to get home from that point, 10 minutes away from home. The trip was now set to be around 20 minutes there. Mali refused to believe it then but subconsciously knew - she wouldn't make it until then. She was feeling her own bladder at this point, her liquids sloshing around inside, the outside pressing just above her crotch, beneath her belly button. Her every muscle tensed up then. She was going to pee.
M: Yuta!... I can't do this any longer!
Y: Sarcastically Yes you can~.
M: No I'm serious... It's going to come out...
I have to ask him. she thought. There's no way out of this is there... Her whole body shook, sent shivers down her back, and tickled her ever weakening bladder.
M: Ah~!
Another leak. Her already dampened crotch grows wet and warm, a solid streak forming in front of her zipper and button. Her fingers dug into it, sounding like a soaked sponge. Mali bent over slightly, to stop it but to not press her bladder more. The fluid seeped under her butt to the back of her jeans as well.
M: c-c-Can you please... pull... over?
Y: I thought about it.
M: Surprised W-What does that mean?
Y: I don't think I will.
M: Yuta!!
Mali's mind races. She hadn't even thought of this outcome. What if they didn't stop? Her hopes of staying somewhat clean were robbed of her in an instant. Also robbed of her was her train of thought, her bladder now being too full to think straight. Her legs tighten, her eyes water up, her whole movement, still. Suddenly she feels a faint touch on her shoulder. It startles her.
M: Hah!
Glancing over, Yuta's hand moves gently, caressing her shoulder, and moving towards her arm. Down it slowly moves, reaching her elbow, then her wrist, then her hand, and her wet seat. With simple movements, he feels around her groin, causing Mali to slowly, but steadily leak. dripping from the front tip of her jeans, she stays firm, unable to do anything else.
M: pleadingly Y-Yuta... babe... p-please!...
He stops. She stops going. He pulls his hand out, but doesn't bring it back to the wheel. Instead, he moves it up, and moves it closer to Mali's expanded bladder. She realizes.
Mali: whispered, panicked BABE STOP! NO! DON'T DO IT!
He does it. He proceeds to push on her skin, into her stomach, and onto her basin of pee. Her fingers dig into her crotch, her stomach tightens. She leaks moderately, and doesn't stop this time around.
M: Babe stop the car NOW I'm pissing myself!
Her leaks grow in intensity, becoming a weak stream. The complete underside of her ass fills with pee, warmth spreading to every crevasse. A low, muffled hum can be heard between her legs.
M: BABE!!!
Y: Only if you say plea-
M: PLEASE!!!!
Yuta gets the message and quickly slows. The momentum sends Mali's control loose, fully opening her flood gates. The hum becomes louder, and she hastily unbuttons and unzips her jeans. The hum turns into a small hiss as steamy pee streams from her crotch forcefully. A puddle has formed between her legs and on the seat, coating the underside of her jeans. As the car stops, liquid is jostled off the seat and in front of it onto the ground, splashing Mali's jeans as it falls. She throws open the door and herself out, wetting the inside of her pants as she stood. At this moment, Yuta had got the sight he wanted so badly to see, and took it all in, burning it into his eyes. Mali threw down her jeans and panties, and without squatting, let it all come out. With a loud hiss her pee watered the tall grass in front of her, creating a thud as it hit the soil. Like each other time, Mali was frozen, embracing the moment as the only thing she could do. Her stream flew out in front, to the left, right, and trickled down her legs in a shameless, uncontrolled fashion. Golden drops streamed down her behind, growing chillier as she stanced herself outside in the slight breeze. After a whole minute, her flood was reduced to a trickle for another half minute following that. As she stopped, she turned back towards the car, staring dead into Yuta. She took off her shoes, shook them out, and set them down. She then stripped her lower half, being soaked already, and not being concerned for any car to come by to see her, being on a relatively quiet, country road a ways into the night. Picking up her soggy jeans, she throws them at Yuta, smacking him with still warm denim. Mali hops back into the car, not bothering to clean the seat. She sits and splashes her pee on the leather seat, and shuts the door. Yuta hangs onto the jeans in the drivers seat, and set off until home, saying nothing the whole drive. It's safe to say that neither of them got much sleep that night, especially with Mali trying to wear down Yuta as punishment for hours.
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Thanks for reading, or at least scrolling down! Hope you enjoyed the read. Feedback is always appreciated, so if you'd like please lmk what you thought about it! Also, I'm always open to suggestion on different ideas and situations to put Mali through, so if you have any good ideas you want fleshed out, lmk as well. |
In celebration of my 100th post on this website: The Yellow Spider
You've probably watched at least one horror movie. You've probably been spooked by creatures from your nightmares threatening to appear in real life too. People generally have two responses to these stories: either they try to convince you that it is only in your head and nothing to be taken seriously, or they insist that it is indicative of some deep insecurity and they demand to be allowed to help you overcome it. I personally find both responses quite extreme and emotional, unreasonable even. Anyhow, a yellow spider has been appearing around me lately, and don't like it.
I guess it all started around April or May, when I was watching a lot of trollge videos on YouTube. Some of the videos are quite disturbing. Especially some of the many-limbed configurations of the creature in the final incident frames could be described as Lovecraftian. I remember briefly feeling uneasy when a friend sent me a picture of a microchip, captioned "The ones with many arms." My descent, if you will, only became noticeable much later.
I think it was the 27th of July when I first showed any serious fear of spiders. To be fair, a not-exactly-small (5 cm long if you include the legs, I'd say) brown spider suddenly dashing out from below the fridge as fast as it can would make almost anyone jump. I, however, was trembling for a while even after the spider disappeared somewhere under the stove. I had never felt that before. Insects, especially ants, have pushed me to the brink of panic countless times, but spiders had been different until right then. Luckily I was not carrying a hot cup of tea or coffee because that could have gone flying across the kitchen. Yeesh.
In early November I was thoroughly shaken by a horror movie about some French cricket farmer. I got no sleep that night, and ever since, I have had weekly nightmares about all kinds of creeping and crawling hellspawn. I try to deal with this in my daily life, but seeing a silverfish skittering around on the floor makes my heart rate jump through the roof on my worse days. Somehow, I manage, but I think things need to change. I'm probably not okay.
So, last Thursday, I was in a surprisingly active mood and bought some cider. That might have been a mistake. You can probably guess where this is going. The evening was nice. For the first time in a while, I could properly relax. That could be taken as another sign of not being okay: needing alcohol to relax is not normal. I stayed up until around midnight, mostly watching YouTube compilations of funny anime moments. Then I just kind of sank into the comfort of my bed, still wearing my black T-shirt and sweatpants, and fell asleep.
Now, I think there is nothing wrong with falling asleep and nothing wrong with having some wild dreams, but I do wish that I had never had this particular dream. It started with a nice enough scene where I slowly opened my eyes and found myself on a cold dungeon wall like some decorative crucifix. I heard footsteps approaching me slowly. I tried to lift my head to see what manner of creature had caught me, but my neck was too weak. I could only wait for them to appear on the floor in front of me.
I felt myself start shivering and sweating as the thin, almost skeletal woman in a tattered deep purple dress stepped into my view. I remember her cutting the ropes that held me above the floor. I also remember that her bony fingers had an incredibly strong grip on my wrist, as she dragged me across cold stone-floored hallways. It was quite painful, as she was almost running. Maybe she wasn't supposed to be there at all. Maybe she was a demon. Maybe someone was chasing us and I was too out of it to tell.
She threw me across the carpeted floor in a much nicer, warmer room, probably her room, and slammed the heavy door shut. The room had probably not been cleaned in months; even the carpet felt a little sticky. I have no idea what colour her bedsheets had originally been, and their current yellowish grey state gave no clues. As the stale air and smell of damp were starting to bully my nose, I could hear voices approaching the door:
"Damned be! Has she broken out again?"
"Apologies, master. I shall properly seal the door this time."
"All because of the damned spider..."
So, I was soon to be locked in a room with a crazy, possibly supernatural lady. One could have called it a bruh moment, but I was too busy being scared and confused. The voices outside the door had mentioned a spider was involved in all of this, but I could not see any obvious signs of recent arachnid activity in the room, at least not on first glance. I tried to figure out how to at least sit up, but my head was spinning too much. Even though I could feel the sticky carpet beneath my fingers, I could not figure out what I should do with that information. An intensifying pain somewhere above my nose accompanied the following fade to black.
As I struggled to open my eyes, my fingers grasped a damp forest floor. The texture felt vaguely familiar. Sure enough, once my eyes could see, I could confirm that I had been lying on a sturdy mat of decomposing maple leaves. My body felt stiff and sore, but I managed to get on my hands and knees at least. A turkey gobbled in the distance, then another, and another. I almost jumped to my feet when I heard footsteps behind me, but was quickly calmed down by the blank stare of just another turkey. Briefly, questions about the turkey's weight arose in my mind, but I decided that letting a turkey step on me would not be much fun.
I stood up in a maple forest populated by turkeys. Wearily wandering around, I barely disturbed the turkeys at all. They seemed oddly tame. Overall, this calm environment was quite pleasant: no dangers, no threats, no pain, no violence. I could stroll in the midst of large but docile birds without a care. It all seemed a bit too good to be true, but I did not mind, at least not yet. It was too early to worry.
Before I had even taken thirty steps, the smooth grey light of the overcast sky was already blinding my eyes. I stood still and stared at the brown forest floor to recover from the unpleasant brightness. The mat of fallen leaves had a strange-looking bump, not more than two paces ahead of me. It began to grow, and a hairy yellow ellipsoid began to emerge from the forest floor. Soon it had legs, too. In disbelief, I tried blinking a lot, but that only blurred my vision. Within three breaths, a large yellow spider had appeared before my eyes.
The back of my head felt heavy. I decided I would be better off sitting down. As soon as I moved, the spider immediately bolted to the side and disappeared behind a tree trunk. A gentle breeze tried to wash away the uneasy silence. It helped a little but not enough. Slowly looking around, I could see nothing but dead leaves and trunks of maple trees. No more turkeys. What a boring dream.
I do not remember closing my eyes, but they had closed. I was lying on my left side, leaves almost in my mouth. My eyes would not open. I felt an increasing, pulsating pressure behind my eyes and in my nose, in my throat and just above my waist. There was no taste. There was no smell. There was just something in me, too much of it, in fact. I was full of it. I felt it swirling in my stomach and foaming in my mouth. Then everything felt better again, and I opened my eyes.
I was still in that forest, lying in the leaf litter. This time, however, a yellow spider was staring into my eyes. It must have been a different spider because this one had something like a white veil on its abdomen, stretching behind it, billowing in the wind that was starting to pick up. A new wave of pressure behind my eyes forced them shut. It kept coming in waves now. I wanted to scream.
The next thing I felt was someone wiping my mouth with a rough cloth. Then I felt a burning in my nose, mouth and throat, along with a smell that was almost a punch to my nose in its own. Through opening my eyes, I discovered that I was in that dirty room with the sticky carpet. I had thrown up, but somehow there was barely any of it on me at all. A glimpse of purple provided an explanation: the demon lady had taken care of me. I wished she was real. I wished I could stay, but I knew it was not meant to be. I could not spend the rest of my days in a dream.
She grabbed my wrist and began to pull. She dragged me to the window and onto the sill. Then she picked me up and jumped. A dark warmth surrounded me, and the demon in the purple dress vanished. I turned to my right side. My knuckles met a concrete wall. It felt familiar. The linen sheet under me also felt familiar. Once more, I opened my eyes, letting some morning light hit my eyes. I had woken up. At home.
The warmth was gone; in fact, I was quite cold. There was also a familiar smell around. It was the kind of smell that tickles your nose and tries to shove one plastic straw through each of your nostrils. And sure enough, the wetness started around the lower back of my T-shirt. I was not going to get up yet, though. My bed was still way too comfortable. |
A/N: Another for Peecember, written about the love of my life
It’s going to be another long day, Tesla can already tell. Most days are, but he is always there to do his part, to make himself useful in whatever way that he can, and stay out of the way whenever he can’t be useful. A lot of the time, there is no real use for him, and he is left to his own devices, just as long as he does, in fact, stay out of the way. He can’t really say that he enjoys that, when he would much rather be doing his part, but there are some benefits to being left alone, to know that there is nothing he needs to in particular.
Tesla is devoted to a fault, and he never wants to do anything that might be an inconvenience for his master. If that means staying right at his side- as long as he is allowed to be- then of course he is going to do that. He is going to assist when he can, and he is otherwise going to stand still and be quiet, and is entirely prepared for the punishment if he does anything without being told.
With that in mind, he only wants that punishment if he is acting out due to concern for Nnoitora’s well-being, not because of his own problems. He has no evidence that he would get in trouble for taking a break, especially when he is just on standby, and isn’t sure if it would count as an inconvenience or not. Tesla still does not want to find out.
It seems like no matter how many days he spends at Nnoitora’s side, ignoring his own needs in favor of always being there to do his part, his endurance never improves past a certain point. Sure, he is great at concealing the problem, never letting on that there is any problem at all, but that doesn’t make it any easier for him to wait all day long, and by the time he is finally able to get level of privacy without worrying about if Nnoitora might need him or not, Tesla is on the verge of wetting himself, so desperate that he is in great pain.
He has no idea what would happen if he were ever pushed to that point before he could get privacy; he never plans to find out. Such an outcome is out of the question, and on days like today, when it drags on and on and his bladder continues to throb and protest, he simply ignores it. No matter what, Tesla is able to ignore it, able to do whatever it takes to have the honor of getting to be there for Nnoitora.
Of course, his presence hardly seems needed today, but he hasn’t been dismissed, or, rather, told to fuck off, and he doesn’t want to leave of his own accord. Nnoitora doesn’t not want him there, so he can at least pretend to be wanted. Eventually, he will be dismissed, and then he can piss. It hurts, but he can endure. All day long, he can endure without showing the slightest sign, without ever behaving as if he has any needs to begin with, let alone one in particular that is driving him up a wall.
Not that Nnoitora ever pays all that much attention to him unless he needs something directly, but he never notices, and that is all that really matters.
By the time Tesla is finally dismissed- with Nnoitora acting as if he never wanted him there to begin with, and as if his silent presence was still a nuisance, but Tesla doesn’t take it personally- he is really hurting. This is a point that he is very used to, but that does not make it any easier to keep his composure for the final stretch, sweating from the strain of just holding back a little bit longer. Each step brings a fresh wave of pain, his bladder pulses, and he winces when he feels a bit escape, knowing that he is well past critical.
Tesla has dealt with this many times, but this is the first time he has truly worried that he will not make it.
But what other choice does he have? He has to keep pressing on, can’t accept that he is already well past his limit, and about to lose control. With each step, he loses it a bit more, but he does not give up, not until it is already well past hopeless. At least he can say he is in relative privacy when he loses it, ducking off to the side where he is sure the mess will stay hidden until he is able to come back and clean it up. Even as he starts pissing himself, Tesla’s mind still moves beyond that, trying to figure out his next move to ensure this is not discovered and does not cause problems for anyone other than himself.
In no time, it is a steady stream pouring out of him, soaking his clothes as he lets his shoulders sag, relaxing for the first time all day. In the moment, he can almost forget how humiliating it is that this is even happening to him, as he lets the sheer relief wash over him. He lets out a long sigh, and finds that he is even trembling a bit by the time his stream has slowed to a stop.
His clothes are completely soaked through, in a way that would make it obvious to anyone what had happened, and the puddle on the ground is rather sizable. However, he should be able to take care of all this without being caught, because as far as he knows, Nnoitora was supposed to be heading to sleep. Tesla is so confident in this, and had been so distracted by his problem that he has been careless, hasn’t been paying attention like he knows he always should.
Which is exactly why he is so stunned when he turns around, only to run smack into Nnoitora himself. There is a moment of realization and then horror as he stumbles back, looking up at the last person he would ever want to see him like this. His master sizes him up, before he finally asks, rather bluntly, “Hey, Tesla, did you just piss yourself?”
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A/N: Wrote this for humiliation day in Femslash Fuckery February.
Busy days like this are not at all uncommon for Cyllene. In her position, she has a lot that she has to do, even if most of it is just done from her desk. More often than not, she feels like she essentially lives in her office, taking few breaks, if any, and that suits her just fine. After all, she would not have made it to the level she has if she didn’t have amazing endurance, and strict dedication to her work.
That being said, even she has her limits, and when she knows that she needs a break, she can only put it off for so long before she has to go for it. When her bladder nags at her so much that she can no longer ignore it, Cyllene knows that she can’t keep holding it forever. Most days, she is able to ignore it for quite a while, but every now and then, she just can’t avoid the fact that she isn’t actually made of stone, and that she has to go eventually.
Fortunately, she has just about reached a lull in her work, so she has the room to take a break, sparing just a few minutes that she could have put into getting ahead at her next task. All seems well, up until the moment she looks away from her papers, and realizes that she and Abra are not alone in her office.
Try as she might, she has never been able to shake her fear of bugs, and Wurmple is the worst offender of them all. How one managed to get into her office without her even noticing is beyond her, but she is far past the point of rational thought the moment that she sees the Wurmple, right there on the floor, and much too close to her desk. It is no surprise, then, that she falls back, startled and recoiling as she screams.
She is so terrified and so focused on the Wurmple crawling about as if it owns the place, that she does not even notice her bladder giving out at that moment. After pushing herself so far, and being right near her limit, getting scared like this and falling to the floor is all it takes for her to lose control. Her uniform is soaked through in no time, a puddle forming around her on the floor.
Of course, her scream attracts attention; Akari has just come downstairs to have a talk with Cyllene about her next mission. Hearing the older woman scream out, a sound she has never heard from her reserved captain before, she quickly springs into action, running forward to make sure that Cyllene is not under some sort of attack. Of course, she would never expect the dangerous assailant to be a simple Wurmple.
More than that, she would never expect to find her captain trembling before said Wurmple, in a puddle of her own piss.
“Abra!” Cyllene shouts, sounding more like she is wailing. “Teleport this Wurmple outside! At once!”
Fortunately for her, Abra is quick to spring into action, and Wurmple is gone in the blink of an eye. Unfortunately, at the same time that she realizes Akari has witnessed too much of this little incident, she also realizes that her clothes are warm and wet, but getting colder with each passing second. That, and her bladder is now comfortably empty, while the floor around her is quite soaked.
There is no way for her to deny what happened, and while Akari can hardly believe what she has walked in on, she is not so stunned that she is left frozen in place. She is just as quick to spring into action, stepping into the room and pulling the doors closed behind her in a few swift motions. All the while her heart is racing, hardly able to believe that she is doing this, rather than running away to give Cyllene some real privacy.
This would have been humiliating enough without wetting herself; Cyllene is sure of that. She never wants any of her subordinates to see her showing such blatant signs of weakness, but of course, this was made a hundred times worse by her little accident. She would never admit it to herself, let alone anyone else, but from the beginning, there has been something about Akari that made it hard for Cyllene to look away, finding herself uncharacteristically eager for their next chance to speak.
“Do you need any help?” Akari asks, finally breaking the silence. She’s glad that she can at least speak, and hopes that, if she is blushing as hard as she thinks it is, that Cyllene is not able to guess why that is. The fact that she caught the older woman she has been crushing on since they met in such a compromising position, ripped straight from her most secret fantasies…it takes a hell of a lot for her to keep her excitement under wraps, and to instead just pretend to be concerned.
“I…” Cyllene clears her throat and stands up, even though this makes the stain on her wet uniform that much more apparent. She is trying to play it cool, even though she wishes that the floor would open up beneath her so that she could escape this humiliating situation. “I suppose…that would be appreciated.”
There is no way that she can maintain her pride right now, and asking for help is the only shot she has at getting out of here with only Akari knowing what happened to her. Of course, Akari is one of the last people she would have wanted to see her like this, but at the very least, she knows that the girl has a good heart, and is not likely to spread rumors about something like this.
“Alright, you just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it!” Akari replies, doing her best not to stare too much. But this is something that she knows she’ll never forget for as long as she lives, a private scene that she was very lucky to witness.
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Hello everyone. As promised, here's my first story. A few introductory words: It is set in northern Italy in a fictional town called Bresmona. As a result of the Decorum Act, public urination is now a much worse offense than it used to be. The local mayor has just created the Decorum Patrol, a private police force with the objective of keeping the streets of Bresmona clean and safe.
The story centers around a group of high school boys who recently turned 18 and play soccer in a local team, and their social lives.
In this first part you'll get to know Luca, his friend Alex and the girls Gloria and Laura. It's a Saturday night near the end of May, and The boys are going to a party at Cascina 99, a local discotheque. It is the place to be on a Saturday night, and the girls are waiting for them inside. Alex and Luca have loaded up on booze in order to get to the party with the right kind of buzz.
This story contains vulgar language and swear words, because I have tried to make the characters sound realistic. I apologize for the inevitable misspellings and mistakes.
This is it. I hope you enjoy it!
1. "A NIGHT TO REMEMBER"
"Ohh yes!" He moaned in relief as a super powerful jet of beer piss came pouring down on the dirt in front of him. His legs spread apart like a good boy, so as to keep his piss from splashing back on his brand new shoes. They were in complete darkness, almost.
"Dude, where THE FUCK are you? I can't see shit in here"
Luca hissed frustratingly at his friend Alex as he tried to find a way through the trees. They'd loaded up on booze and had been drinking the whole night. They wanted to make sure they'd arrive at the party with the right kind of buzz. Which means now both had to piss like a racehorse.
"Fuck you man, you're already pissing! You could've waited for me a second. Holy shit I'm fucking pissing myself here."
"Ohh yes. Fuck!" Alex ignored his friend's comment, still moaning in relief, his jet still going strong.
"Did we really need to hide this far for a fucking piss?" Asked Luca as he got ready to finally relieve himself
"It's the fucking Decorum Patrol" replied Alex "you get caught pissing in public and you get a pretty fucking hefty fine." His stream finally died down. "I don't know about you man, but I got some money in my pocket and last thing I want to do with it is give it to them fucking Decorum faggots." He put his dick back in and zipped up. At his feet, a piss lake replaced the previously dry soil.
"Come on, let's go. What? You still gotta piss? Hurry up!"
"Look who's talking! You took your sweet time to piss and now you're telling me to hurry up."
Luca had just unzipped when suddenly a man's voice broke out: "HEY!"
"FUCK!" Luca immediately zipped back up. A flashlight was trying to locate the boys' position among the trees. "Come over here right now. You too."
Alex and Luca sheepishly emerged from the trees. A man not much older than them, probably in his mid twenties, was standing still with a flashlight in his hands. Dressed in a black uniform, black cargo pants, on the tight side. On his chest, "Decorum Patrol" written in a yellow font that looked kinda cheesy for a police force.
"What are you guys doing?"
"We were trying to see what was there behind those trees." Alex came up with the lamest excuse ever.
"There's nothing to see there. It's a big park, there's no lights and I don't want you to get hurt. Either go back to the Discotheque or get out of here."
"Yes sir."
"Come on. Move."
So they walked the trail back to the Disco.
"Fucking faggots. What the hell do they care if a man takes a fucking piss?" Alex complained while casually touching his crotch from time to time. A last drop of piss had escaped into his underwear. Thank goodness he was wearing black boxer briefs. He planned on getting laid tonight.
As for Luca... He was in a much worse situation. He felt like his bladder was about to explode. His mind had been sending signals to his body that it was finally time to pee, but now the Decorum officer had thwarted his plan when he was almost starting to go.
"Yeah at least you fucking pissed. I need to go BAD."
"Oh come on quit bitching, just use the bathrooms inside." Replied Alex.
Thankfully they'd bought the tickets to the event in advance, which meant less queuing for them to do. But queuing still.
Luca made sure to stand slightly behind Alex. He crossed his legs and squeezed his dick multiple times, trying to be as discreet as possible. His desperation came in waves, and when it hit, it was almost impossible for him to stand still. He hadn't been this desperate in a long time. It suddenly reminded him of times when he pissed himself as a kid. It unlocked forgotten memories, such as that time he completely disgraced himself in 5th grade coming home from a school trip. He remembered thinking 5th grade was way too old for a kid to wet himself. Was he... Was he gonna wet himself now? At 18? Pfff. No way. He wondered why he even considered it a possibility. He was a MAN. A man with a pretty hot chick waiting inside for him. What the hell was he doing thinking about pants pissing and 5th grade? Fuck that!
The line quickly dissolved. They showed their tickets to the bouncer and entered.
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The building was packed with young and gorgeous human beings of both sexes. The air was hot and hormones filled the room. Everybody was dancing, or trying to dance, or trying to impress the person they wanted to bang. Each body oozing sexual energy. Each mind dominated by transgression.
Loud music and strobe lights overwhelmed the senses. "I need to go find Laura. She's waiting for me by the fake palm trees. Meet me at the counter later. Remember we got a free drink with the ticket!" And with that, Alex disappeared into the crowd.
Now that Luca was alone, he couldn't help holding himself even more blatantly. "FUCK I need a piss" he thought. "I need to find a bathroom asap."
It wasn't his first time here, but it was his first time needing to use the bathroom facilities. He knew it was easier said than done. There would always be a pretty long line at both the men's and the women's. Alcohol knows no genders, and two bathrooms weren't enough to deal with this many young adults and their full bladders.
He made his way into the crowd to reach the men's bathroom. With each step he felt his bulging bladder hit against his belt. He tried to walk somewhat normally, but it was difficult. All that beer wanted out. NOW.
Thankfully the darkness made it easier for him to go unnoticed.
He distractedly bumped into a pretty heavy guy: "hey man, what's your fucking problem? You got a problem with me?"
"Fuck – hey I'm sorry man"
The guy squared him up for a second, then let him go: "Fuck you. Get the fuck out of here."
Luca proceeded in the direction of the bathroom and didn't look back. This confrontation had increased his need to piss even more. He was young, athletic and had a pretty big sense of pride. Normally he wouldn't let random people talk shit to him. He thought he could put up a fight. But not tonight. He was about to piss himself. Ain't nobody ever won a fight by pissing himself. he would have disgraced himself in front of a total strang—oh shut the fuck up! He shushed himself in his thoughts. "Nobody pisses his pants at 18. It's ridiculous."
And the bathroom situation was just what he expected. A long line of boys waiting to empty their bladders.
His need had escalated even more. Suddenly He felt a sharp pang of desperation travel through his bladder, from his bladder to the shaft, and from the shaft to the tip of his manhood. "Oh shit shit SHIT –"
all good. He was back in control of his bladder. "That was close" he thought.
"Heyyy!" He heard a female voice rise up from the noise.
He turned around and there she was. Gloria, the reason he came here tonight. The short but voluptuous brunette he'd been trying to bang for almost a month. "Heeyy! Where have you been? Laura, Alex and I have been waiting for you by the counter. Come on, let's go get something to drink!"
"Fuck" he thought to himself. What now? Should he tell his date he was about to piss himself? Not a great move. And even if he did, he would still have to wait at least another 15 minutes here in front of this fucking bathroom. The line was moving pretty slow. Fuck! He knew it. He should have pissed before coming here. He was so fucking close if it hadn't been for that stupid Decorum motherfucker.
He didn't say anything, just put on a fake smile while Gloria grabbed his veiny hand and dragged him away.
"I love your shirt" she had to shout to make herself heard while they crossed the dancefloor to get to the bar. "and this... is this One Million? Mmm it's my favorite perfume 😋"
Luca was glad to know it. Only... He just hoped One Million wasn't going to turn into One Piss.
They got to the counter where Alex and Laura were waiting for them. "Finally! Dude Where the hell have you been?"
"Just... I was... Looking... Tryna... Whatever, nevermind" Luca was trying as hard as he could to not show weakness, but his confused reply and body language gave it away. Alex remembered his friend hadn't been able to pee earlier on. He put two and two together. Luca was still bursting for a piss.
"FOUR MOJITOS" Alex shouted to the bartender.
"Shit" Luca thought to himself. He liked mojito alright. But he sure was not in the mood for any liquid right now. Let alone a fucking mojito.
"There you go guys" the waiter placed four ice cold mojitos on the counter, a black plastic straw sticking out from each one.
As soon as Luca picked up the glass, the coldness of it travelled though his veins all the way to his bladder. It was like having a little spirit poke his bladder with a needle.
He instantly crossed his legs hard, trying to squeeze his bulge with his inner thighs as hard as he could.
"Anything wrong?" Gloria asked him. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him. So pretty, so handsome. A white, very elegant Ralph Lauren shirt. A nice complementing pair of jeans. Brand new sneakers, whiter than snow. And underneath... A glorious body shaped by the soccer gods. WHAT A MAN!
"Nothing" he replied. "It's the drink... Wow, it's pretty cold"
"Yeah, no shit it's cold" he immediately thought to himself "it's full of ice, it's a mojito, what the hell did you expect?? Fuck, I need to FUCKING PISS!!! I can't even think straight. Fuck!"
Laura whispered something in Gloria's ears, and Luca immediately took advantage of the situation sneaking a hand in his pocket and giving his dick a big squeeze while Gloria wasn't looking. He tried to look over the dancefloor in the direction of the bathroom. Yep. Hard to see from here, but there's definitely still some people waiting outside.
"Hey... Let's go dancing!" Gloria and Laura were desperate to get on the dancefloor with their new boyfriends. The loud music, the chaos, the flickering lights, the smoke, the strobo... What better way to get intimate with them.
Luca was also desperate... but a different kind of desperate.
Gloria briefly caressed her womanhood. She was definitely not dry down there.
"Yeah! Let's go!" And so the girls dragged their boyfriends on to the dancefloor.
The DJ had just put on a new song. A remixed version of the 1990s hit "What is love" now filled the room. Alex and Laura disappeared into the crowd.
Gloria put her arms around Luca's neck. The strobo lights made it look like a sequence of still shots. Her eyes and smile had LOVE written all over them. She pushed her womanhood close to Luca's bulge and gave him a passionate kiss.
Luca was not enjoying it as he should. His dick was limp and unresponsive. His mind was focussed on one thing. I NEED TO PISS.
They fiercely made out. She kissed him on his lips, then french kissed, then she kissed him on his neck leaving him a lipstick-tinted love bite. She was the one taking the initiative. He felt like a ragdoll.
The music got quieter. Everyone was singing along to the lyrics:
"What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more...
No more
No more
No more
No more
More
More
More
More
More more more more
More more more more
MoMoMoMo
MoMoMoMo
MOMOMOMOMOMOMOMO –"
as the DJ was ready to drop the beat, it happened.
Luca felt a shiver in his bladder and down his spine. A warm sensation in his boxer briefs. His mind had yet to register what was happening.
Gloria was standing still in front of him, smiling and looking him in the eyes, her arms still around his neck, when a powerful jet of piss erupted from his member, washing his scrotum, licking his butthole and quickly saturating his underwear with piss. Then flowed down both of his legs with great force, drenching both the front and the back of his jeans. It was a flood. The piss rapidly got to his socks and pooled inside his shoes. A steady trickle of piss flowed from his left cuff down to the floor, creating a big puddle of piss.
He was pissing himself. At 18. In front of his girlfriend.
He tried to stop the flow, but his contractions only made the piss flow out of his cock even faster. There was no stopping this.
The beat dropped, and Luca was still pissing. After three or four bladder spasms, which sent an additional load of piss down his pants, he was finally finished.
He wiggled his toes and they were in a pool of piss. Touched his crotch with his left hand – soaked. He moved his hand back where his butthole is – soaked. The inside of his legs – soaked.
He had just pissed himself. Period.
His mind was going a 100 miles an hour. Now relief, now embarrassment, now relief, now WHAT THE FUCK AM I GONNA DO NOW?"
And that was just the beginning. Gloria felt something weird under her feet. She removed her arms from Luca's neck and looked down.
"What... Yeeeww... What the hell... Why's the floor all wet all of a sudden?"
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"Ah, there's nothing I love more than winter vacation," I said, looking out of the window.
"The skis, the warm boots, the ear warmers, what could be better?". I couldn't contain my happiness, looking at myself all cute, well-dressed and soft
"The hot chocolate!" laughed Luigi.
"I should think so...you've been drinking chocolate since the beginning of the trip...you should be enjoying the nature around you and walking around instead of locking yourself in the bar!"
"You're always so full of energy, but how do you do it? Look we haven't even reached the ski resort yet, look if you waste all your energy during the trip today you won't make it."
"It's just that I love snow so much, more than anything else... and I'm happy to be here with you... our first vacation together!"
"Yeah..." said Luigi, bringing his gloved hand closer to my cheek, wrapping it in a soft caress.
Ah, how I loved Luigi, as only a young heart can, with that impulsiveness and candor.
I stood looking out at the muffled white landscape, leaving Luigi to play with his phone.
"But so how long does it take for this cabin?" made Luigi.
"Don't be in a hurry, let's enjoy this beautiful view!"
"Nghhh..." muttered Luigi, who as always alternated moments when he was sweet to moments when he was grumpy.
"Don't be like that, is something wrong?"
"No, it's just that we've been traveling for two hours..."
"10 minutes to the next station and then we have to wait for the next bus! But it will take an hour, we can take advantage of it to go for a promenade!"
"But what if we go to a café first?"
"NO! No more bars, we didn't come up here to lock ourselves in!"
"As you wish ...
"When we get to the resort we can stay at the bar as long as you want... we went all out for this vacation, the hotel café is super fancy!"
Finally the sound of the bus pulling up was heard and we passengers began to get off!
"Wow, that's beautiful!" made I, amazed at the whiteness and purity around me. I had only seen snow as a child.
"You're a little girl" laughed Luigi.
"Don't tease me" I said throwing myself at him laughing. His sculpted dancer's body was driving me crazy, but when I touched him as I got closer I felt a jolt for a moment, as if he had felt a twinge of pain. Right away, though, he wrapped me in a warm embrace, holding me in his strong arms.
I kissed his lips for a moment, tenderly and softly
"Now is not the time! I've got it all planned out, now it's off for a nice walk before the changeover comes! 30 minutes, no more, I don't want to miss the bus huh!"
"Are you sure about the café?"
"Enough about this bar! We've been there at the last stop, once me and once you!"
"Alright," he did. He groped his junk a bit. His bulge was impossible not to notice even in those heavy pants, suitable for the cold weather. I've never been a material girl, but I can't deny that when I first saw Luigi's dick, so long and so thick that it wouldn't fit in my hand and his big balls, I was stunned. It's certainly not what I love about him, but I can't say I don’t like it, that is.
So we began our walk, a short, unobstructed path through frost-crystallized nature. I stopped at every point to read all the signs, describing the flora and fauna. I have always loved animals and plants, in fact my dream is to become a biologist! Luigi on the other hand seemed uncomfortable, he walked slower than usual and looked awkward.
"Are you okay, darling?" I asked him, turning towards him.
"Yes, it's just that I'm not used to walking on snow." A lie, I thought. He went to the snow often with his parents, there was something wrong with him. I watched him, noticing that he walked awkwardly, stumbled like he usually didn't and often touched his lower parts, clutching hard.
I let it slide for a while until I saw him freeze in place for a moment and became concerned.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah..." he asked me.
"No I'm not, I've noticed something is wrong..."
"No, really, it's okay..."
"Don't lie to me, you know I can tell."
"You're right, the fact is..."
Luigi blushed, looking away.
"What..."
"Go on..."
Suddenly a spasm hit him and he touched his junk again....
"Um... I have to pee... it's very urgent..."
"What!? You should have told me before, we could have gone to a café..."
"I asked you..."
"But I didn't realize it was for that! You should have told me."
"You're right, but I was ashamed..."
"You were already needing to go in the bus, weren't you?"
"Yes... I drank too much hot cocoa and tea ..."
"Now we can't do anything about it, this route is full of people... do you think you can make it to the nearest café? It will be a 10 minutes!"
"Yes, yes..." but he continued "Here... actually... I'm already a little wet... it's just that I have thermal socks underneath that have absorbed everything I let out... but otherwise I would have wet my pants."
I gasped. "Let's move then, Luigi!" I took him by the hand and began to walk quickly.
We walked a bit and finally arrived at the end of the path, but a bitter surprise was waiting for us.
A red sign saying "passage blocked, avalanche danger" was impeding the path.
"Geez, we have to backtrack so, we even risk missing the bus!"
"Nghhh...." grumbled Luigi.
"We'll make it, come on!"
We started walking making our way backwards but suddenly I didn't see Luigi by my side. I turned around and saw him bent over
"Honey are you ok?"
"Yeah...but..." and he pointed to a spot on his crotch.
"I pissed a little.... it was sudden, I felt hot between my legs and managed to stop it in time, but now I'm really on the edge..."
I stood dumbfounded looking at the dark stain on his junk, imagining his wet undies, his huge penis wet with pee. That fantasy tantalized me, but I forced myself not to think about it.
"Let's move on, come on..."
We resumed walking at a faster pace, I couldn't get the thought of Luigi's wet pants out of my head. Suddenly Luigi's hand, clasped in mine, became rigid.
"Love...what" I looked at him and saw his stunned face. He was bent in two with his hands on his
package, while streams of urine soaked his pants. "I can't hold it anymore..." he said as he continued to piss in increasingly intense streams, with people walking past us. I stood and stared at him as he continued to pee in his pants, watching the liquid soak into the fabric and snow, passing through his gloves. A slight steam exhaled from his pants, the warm urine condensing. "Are you... finished?" I asked him.... "Yes... he did...." He was visibly shocked, wetting his pants at that age, in public nonetheless! His pants had changed color from how wet they were and I couldn't help but notice his huge boner. "Love...let's go buy some new clothes.... we'll take the next bus" I tried to say, unable to take my eyes off that vision. I was so excited, my hands were quivering with the desire to touch him. But there were people, and I could already see some questioning looks. I would have to wait, to enjoy this scene again, but I would have done anything to make it happen again....
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It was nerve-wracking, no doubt about that. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. I was suspended over a large tank of liquid, seated on a rickety platform ready to drop me into the contents below as soon as someone with a little strength and a modicum of accuracy took their turn. And now, after hours of waiting, the game began. I looked over at the other tank about ten feet away from my own. My coworker, Allison, locked eyes with me. We each smiled meekly and accepted our fate.
“Ladies and gentleman! The toilets are now closed and the dunk tanks are now open! Please direct your urinary needs to any of the predesignated spots along the property!” The carnival manager, Mary Harris, a 28-year old inventive entrepreneur, announced into a microphone. “Step right up and take your turn! Knock these poor saps into a big pool of your own making! Only ten tickets a turn!”
The contraption was just like a regular dunk tank you’d see at a typical county fair: a transparent tank full of water, a lever system covered by a plastic curtain and hooked up to a circular target, and a caged carny generally displeased at the prospect of plunging down below. Only this dunk tank had a unique addition; three unique additions, to be exact.
A wooden platform connected to the lid of the tank, about level to where my ankles dangled helplessly, supported three white toilets (urinals, at the adjacent men’s tank.) The toilets funneled out into the tank, and that’s what we used instead of water in the dunk tanks at Mary Harris’ Pee Festival.
For hours upon hours I watched as cute young women added the contents of their bladders to one of the three toilets. The festival goers are carefully vetted by physical attractiveness and are almost exclusively college students on spring break, so at least my view was nothing to complain about. Many of the girls used the toilets normally, lowered their pants and sitting daintily into the porcelain bowl, their yellow piss streams funneling down into the bottom of the tank, soundlessly at first but with a distinct tinkle as new pee splashed on top of old pee. Many others chose to be more creative, trying to aim their stream from a standing position and getting a good amount on the platform instead. Some girls went alone, while others joined with friends or even strangers. At one point three lesbian couples peed all at the same time, one girl of each couple sitting normally and the other girl in each couple aiming their stream between their lovers’ thighs. The deluge of six streams made the yellow pool below rise noticeably.
Now that my toes just barely brushed against the surface of the piss-pool, Mary made her announcement and the games began. First up was a gorgeous brunette in a cherry red tank top. I had seen her bare ass and pussy multiple times throughout the course of the day, as she drank a prodigious amount of alcohol (which was given out liberally at the festival) and had to visit my tank all throughout the day. The brunette, I overheard her friend call her Kiri, liked to hover over the bowl, so I always received a perfect view, as I’m sure she was perfectly aware.
Now Mary handed Kiri a ball and wished her luck. I braced myself. I heard the dull thwak of a missed shot, but the sound came from the opposite tank. One of the guys who tried to submerge poor Allison in a giant tank of male piss had failed. Allison would remain dry for at least another few seconds. Would I be so lucky?
Kiri pulled back her arm for a wild pitch. Thankfully, the ball just missed its mark. The smell of the pee was overwhelming; I could only imagine what it would feel and taste like completely submerged in it. Perhaps I would soon find out as an athletic-looking blonde stepped up to the mound. I closed my eyes and prepared myself, but yet again I was spared.
This went on for about ten minutes, as over-eager festival-goers tried and failed to dunk either Allison or I. I had almost adapted to the rhythm of it all when I heard a yelp and a loud splash.I looked over towards Allison’s tank and saw nothing but air where my coworker once sat. The girls lined up to dunk me all directed their attention to the men’s tank, pointing and laughing at the girl splashing and spluttering in the yellow liquid.
Allison’s head surfaced fairly quickly, but she had clearly inhaled multiple mouthfuls of urine. She gasped for air and frantically tried to climb back out. She slipped a few times only to fall right back into the pool of pee. By the time she worked her way out, Allison was soaked head to toe in the piss of the male festival goers. Mary dashed over to her with a big grin, congratulated her on a job well done, a gave her a towel to dry off.
The preview of my eventual fate now over, the girls lined up to dunk me resumed their attempts. Three failed before Kiri stepped up for another go. She wound her arm back and prepared to throw, but stopped herself with a curious expression on her face. She turned to look at Allison, who was standing off to the side with the towel draped around her, still lightly damp and reeking of pee.
“I already had a turn. You want to give it a go?”
Allison looked surprised. “Well…” she looked to Mary for approval, who smiled and gave a thumbs up. “I guess it’s worth a try!”
The line of girls parted as Allison stepped up to the mound. She let her towel fly behind her like a boxer just entering the ring. We made eye contact.
“Guess it’s your turn now, huh? It’s only fair!” She smiled at me, anIt’s only fair!” She smiled at me, and for the first time I noticed just how cute she was.
“If anyone’s gonna do it I suppose I’d rather it be you,” I said back in a weak attempt at flirting. It seemed to work, though, as Allison’s smile broadened a bit. She was in a bright yellow bikini and thong, although for all I knew her swimwear was white when the day began. As soon as she made her throw, I could tell it would hit the target. Time slowed to a crawl. The telltale metal thud of ball hitting target sounded, and in an instant I was dropped below. The warm piss of hundreds of girls enveloped me. I reflexively breathed beneath the piss and swallowed the salty fluid. It was difficult to get my bearings and I wound up underneath far longer than I would have hoped. I finally popped my head above the surface to hear the crowds of girls cheering and jeering at my misfortune. Three girls had run up and embraced Allison, getting their own clothes wet from Allison’s still glistening piss-covered body. They didn’t seem to care though, as watching me paddle helplessly in a vat of their collective urine was more than enough to make up for their own damp attire.
After what felt like ten minutes, I managed to work my way out of the tank and onto the ground. Just as with Allison, Mary quickly provided me with a towel and a few words of encouragement.
“Sorry I nailed it so easily,” Allison said with a smirk as she came up to commiserate over our shared experience.
“No need,” I said with a smile of my own. “I really am glad it was you. If it were one of the anonymous festival-goers it’d feel too impersonal, but it felt, I don’t know, earned when you did it. I feel like-“
My words were quickly cut off my Allison’s tongue. Once I composed myself, I embraced my coworkers and kissed her deeply back. Our wet bodies made a sucking noise as her pee-covered breasts smacked against my similarly soaked chest. Maybe work wouldn’t be so bad anymore. |
A/N: Wrote this for Thoma's birthday, same series of commissions as Genshin Gals, but he's not a gal, so yeah.
Another hard day’s work for Thoma means another day with as few breaks as possible. Even though he knows he should not push himself too far, he also knows that the work gets done faster when he does not take those breaks, and that it is done better when he is not trying to rush things along or getting frequently distracted. He takes his work very seriously, no matter what it may be, so housework is every bit as essential in his mind.
That being said, he has been met with some trouble every now and then, though nothing that he can’t handle. Sometimes he pushes himself a little too far, but because he is the only one stopping himself from taking a break, he is also the one who can decide when it is time to pause for a moment. If he finds himself getting too close to the limit, then there is nothing to stop him from going to relieve himself.
Once again, he knows he should not push it to that point in the first place. But when he knows he can keep going a little longer, or when he is so lost in things that he barely notices it, then it is really hard not to make it into a habit. Ultimately, it is not a big problem for him, just as long as it never goes too far, and he has not ever let it get to that point before.
Today, he is cutting it close. It is hard for him to focus when he keeps feeling twinges from his bladder, but he keeps telling himself that he can at least wait until he has finished this one task. It would be much easier to finish up and then run to the bathroom than it would be to stop and then have to get started again. Just a little bit longer now, and he can make a run for it, before anything happens.
“Thoma!” Aether calls out, and he flinches. Just what is he doing here right now?
“Oh, hi, Aether,” he replies, hoping that he can keep the strain out of his voice. “Did you need something?”
“Not really, I was just stopping by. But it looks like you’re hard at work.”
A visit from Aether would brighten his day any other time, but among the people he does not want to see him squirm as he fights with his very full bladder, Aether is one of them. Still, Thoma is not going to try to get rid of him, not when that would be incredibly rude to one of his closest friends, or at the very least, embarrassing. The idea of explaining why he needs to be left alone is too much for him, and he hopes that Aether is just saying hi, and about to go on his way, so that Thoma does not have to worry about that.
However, luck does not appear to be on his side, as Aether has not moved yet. He watches intently, as if he can find some entertainment in just watching Thoma clean. It’s not as if Thoma expects him to offer help or anything, because it isn’t his job, and he would not accept help anyway, but he still wonders why he would bother watching if that is all he is going to do. That being said, were he not bursting to pee, he probably would not mind the company in the slightest, so this is really all on him for not going sooner, and he has no right to wish Aether would leave him alone, especially if he is not going to admit that he has a problem to begin with.
The silence is uncomfortable, and he knows that it should be on him to break it. Aether probably does not want to break his concentration if he is being quiet for a reason, but Thoma can’t think of anything that he should say. The only thing he can think of is that he is nearly done and then he needs to take his leave, but if he can’t make his excuses then, what is he supposed to do?
He has to just excuse himself, no other way about it. That shouldn’t be any sort of issue, but suddenly, the idea of telling Aether that he will be right back, he’s just going to the bathroom, feels like the most impossible, embarrassing thing in the world. And Thoma realizes that he is stuck.
He is stuck until Aether leaves him alone, but he doesn’t have that much longer until he bursts, he can hardly stand still as it is, and that is while forcing himself not to squirm. It is past critical already, and just when he thinks that things could not possibly get any worse for him, Ayaka happens by, and upon seeing Aether, of course wants to come and join the two of them. Which means the conversation is not ending any time soon, and means that it is that much harder for him to give his reason for why he needs to leave.
All of this is too much for him, and he can’t wait anymore. Despite knowing that excusing himself is preferable to losing control, the latter is exactly what happens. Before he can stop it, he is whimpering, knees buckling as he loses it, and the soft noise of defeat is enough to gain the attention of the other two, his two favorite people, the two people he wants to see him like this the least. Both stare at him in surprise as he begins wetting himself, and, try as he might, he is not able to stop it.
In no time at all, his pants are soaked floor, a puddle forming on the floor- another mess that he is going to have to clean up, but that is the least of his concerns right now. The burning humiliation is the greatest, and no matter how good the relief may be, it is not enough to cover up what he has done. If there were some way to just disappear right now, he would probably take it, rather than facing the two of them, knowing he will likely never live this down.
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A/N: A commission that I wrote recently
Olivia and Mallow have certainly gotten close since they first met. It seems like just yesterday when Olivia recruited the young woman as a trial captain, watching her come into her own and become rather popular amongst her fellow captains. The kahuna has always had a particular fondness for Mallow, one that only grew as time went on, especially when she first noticed the way that Mallow looked at her.
Despite her general lack of luck in her love life, she is able to figure out pretty easily that the younger girl has a crush on her. At first, she does not think that anything can come of it. The age different makes it seem pretty impossible, and she has no idea how to even go about approaching it. It is only when she starts thinking about that that she realizes she must have developed feelings for Mallow at some point, to even be considering pursuing a relationship with her. Still, she does not think that there is any point in trying to pursue a relationship, when she is sure that the girl’s crush will soon pass.
Certainly, she does not expect her crush to not pass, and she does not expect Mallow to be the one to make the first move. But the trial captain decides to be bold, and Olivia is already too infatuated with her to turn her down, eager to finally start a relationship with someone who adores her as much as she adores them. Any complications that may come with it can be sorted out in time, and will definitely be worth it, if it means that she and Mallow can be happy together.
With all that in mind, she decides not to worry at all, and ever since then, the two of them have been blissfully happy, even if they do have to keep the details of their relationship on the down low. It feels all too worth it to be able to share what they have behind closed doors, and things quickly escalate, as they both get carried away. Mallow is a horny teen and Olivia is pent up from years of loneliness, and so, it only makes sense that sparks fly every time they have a chance to get their hands on each other.
They get experimental in no time at all, trying new things to keep spicing up their sex life, both of them always excited to try something different. The two of them pretty much agree to try anything once, as long as at least one of them is into the idea, and the other is not disturbed by the concept. So far, they have had no problem with that, but Olivia has something on her mind that she is not sure that they can pursue with their usual methods of experimentation.
What she wants is something so genuine that she can’t just warn Mallow ahead of time, or else her young lover will surely do whatever she can to make it perfect for Olivia, even if it is not genuinely played out. She does not want Mallow to feel pressured to act for her sake, does not want anything more than her natural reactions, and so, she decides that she has to surprise her, in order to make it happen.
Of course, if Mallow hates it and protests it, then she will let her go and give up on it altogether, not planning to take the surprise too far, but if it is going to work out, it has to be a surprise. Her fascination begins one day when they are late getting home from a date, and Mallow is so desperate to pee that she complains about being on the verge of wetting herself the whole way home. The bathroom had been out where they were, and upon arriving home, she had to make a mad dash for the bathroom, even claiming that her panties were a little wet after the fact.
That night, Olivia was so turned on that they fucked for quite a while, and now, she understands why that is, and she is ready to start experimenting with it. She wants to make Mallow actually wet herself, and she wants her to genuinely lose control, to see her fall to pieces in her desperation, unable to hold it anymore. That is just not something she can enjoy if it is fake and acted out for her pleasure, hence why she has her little plan to take Mallow by surprise, and hope that her lover does not hate it and beg her to stop.
It is a simple plan, taking place after they get home again one evening. Mallow is not desperate like she was that first time, but she did not go to the bathroom tonight, and she makes a few mentions of needing to go on their way back. Olivia could probably use a trip to the bathroom herself, but she has great endurance, and knows that she can worry about that after she has had her fun, pushing it out of her mind.
Sure enough, as soon as they arrive home, Mallow starts to head in the direction of the bathroom, and Olivia stops her. Before Mallow can ask what she is doing, Olivia wraps her arms around her, pulling her tight to her body, and giving her a big hug. This is far from the first time that Mallow has experienced a crushing hug from her girlfriend, so she does not think anything of it at first, and instead returns the embrace. However, after a solid minute of Olivia holding her and not letting go, she starts to get a little squirmy, no doubt beginning to wonder just why Olivia is holding her for so long.
Soon, she tries to pull back, but Olivia just tightens her grip, strong enough that Mallow would not be able to fight her way out of her grasp, even if she really wanted to do so. She doesn’t want to fight away from her lover, but she is a little confused as to why Olivia is not letting her go, when she should already know that Mallow is trying to reach the bathroom.
“Hey, what’s up?” she asks. “Not that I mind letting you hold me like this, but can it wait until later? Remember, I really need to pee, so…”
“I know that,” Olivia replies. “But that’s exactly why I want to hold you like this. How long do you think you can wait?”
Still confused, she says, “But why should I have to wait? The bathroom is right over there, and I really do have to go right now, so…”
“What if I told you I wanted to see you lose control?” Olivia asks softly, and Mallow jumps a little bit. The question comes as a surprise to her, as this is not something that either of them have ever discussed before, but as soon as she starts thinking about it, she can start to understand why Olivia is doing what she is doing. It may be something new to her, but they have experimented more than a little bit with their sex life, and the idea of trying something a little more out there really isn’t all that shocking.
Actually, when she lets herself think about it a little more, she does not mind the idea at all, finding it much less embarrassing than she initially thought that she would. Even if it does mean wetting herself in front of Olivia, something that previously would have been the most humiliating thing she could possibly imagine, it seems a lot more appealing if there is a chance that Olivia might like it. She has to go so badly that she is sure it will not take long before it happens, and she looks forward to seeing how Olivia reacts when it finally does.
With all that in mind, she can start to put her doubts behind her, and focus on the moment. Being held like this is pleasant, but it always is. Due to their height difference, her face is always perfectly level with Olivia’s chest, so when she is hugged this tight, her face is buried between her breasts, a very pleasant place to be. Really, if she had to pick a way to go out, being smothered by her older girlfriend’s chest sounds like an ideal way, so this position is the perfect place to wait out her bursting bladder.
But how long will it actually take? She felt like she was starting to get incredibly desperate, but she has not so much as leaked even once. When Olivia first grabbed hold of her, her body seemed to react on its own, redoubling its efforts to hold back when faced with an obstacle, and now, she feels like close to the edge than she did before. If she could just let go right now, that would speed things along, but Olivia wanted to see her lose control, not wet herself on purpose.
If she had wanted the latter, she could have asked for it at any time. But this situation is set up in such a manner that it seems obvious she would want it to be as natural as possible. She waited until a time when Mallow really was desperate, and then grabbed hold of her with no warning, only explaining herself when asked, and only because she never wants to force Mallow into a kink she would not be interesting in trying out. Everything about it suggests that Mallow needs to just keep holding it, for as long as it takes, because Olivia would rather have to wait it out than be disappointed with an insincere show.
Besides, even if she wanted to just let go, she is not sure if she would be able to. As much as she wants to try this out, and as much as she may think she will enjoy it when the moment comes, she has spent the better part of her life making sure that such things are only ever private. At a young age, she was taught never to wet herself, and to always do her very best to hold it until she could make it to the bathroom. Those instincts are hard to just put aside, even for the sake of her lover, and she is pretty sure that she would just lock up if she did try to let it out naturally, her body working against her to the very end.
In that regard, her only option is waiting for as long as it takes, while her body does what it can to make it all last even longer. She can’t help the way she squirms, moving reflexively, the impulse to keep it in and do whatever she can to make holding it easier winning out over everything else. That being said, Olivia seems to like that, sometimes squeezing her closer, her breathing growing a bit heavier whenever Mallow shows any signs of desperation.
She must really be into this, if she is reacting like that to everything that Mallow does. How long has she known about this? Has it been some big secret that she was trying to get up the nerve to go for? The idea of Olivia having a kink that she might be a little bit embarrassed about is really cute, and Mallow like the idea that much more as a result. She has never caught herself wishing that she could lose control before, but right now, she wishes that she had the weakest bladder in the world, all so that she could wet herself right here and now, and make her lover’s dream come true.
Unfortunately, she still has to wait it out, because her body is not going to be moved by something as simple as that. She just lets Olivia keep clinging to her, and hopes that she does not disappoint in the end. What she does not realize is that, while she is waiting for her own downfall, Olivia is really starting to deal with a battle of her own, one that she did not expect to end up this intense.
She has great endurance, so her own need to pee should not be any sort of issue. However, she had been so focused on Mallow that she had not really thought about how bad her need actually was, and that lack of assessment means that it got worse than she would have expected, faster than she would have expected. When she actually thinks about it now, she can’t remember the last time that she visited the bathroom at all today, which means that she is dealing with a much longer wait than she initially thought.
But she is going to keep holding out, because there is no way she is going to let her own need to pee get in the way of enjoying Mallow’s, not when she worked so hard to set all of this up. Besides which, it would not really be fair for her to run off to the bathroom and expect Mallow to stay right where she is and keep holding it, and there is also the risk that, even if Mallow went along with that, that she might happen to lose control while Olivia is gone. She wants it to happen while they are embracing like this, so if anything else happens, it is a waste of the time she has put in to make sure that happens.
No, she is going to keep holding it, and she is going to believe that she can make it as long as she needs to. She is probably just psyching herself out due to the anticipation as she waits for Mallow to wet herself, not actually anywhere near losing control for herself. And she is sure that it can’t be that much longer, because Mallow is showing more and more signs of desperation, not able to hold still at all in her embrace. She has her thighs pressed together, and were it not for the hug, she would probably be holding herself. That mental image sends tingles down Olivia’s spine, so as long as Mallow is up for trying something like this again, she will have to ask for a show like that next time.
This time, though, she is glad to be able to hold her like this, because she is going to be able to feel it the instant that Mallow loses it, soaking through her clothes and then into Olivia’s. She can hardly wait for that to happen, though now that she starts thinking about it, it makes it a little harder for her to ignore her own throbbing bladder. Things are getting bad for her, but she still refuses to give up. Any minute now, all of this is going to be completely worth it.
Mallow notices Olivia squirming a bit from time to time, but does not think anything of it. At the very least, she does not assume that it is because she has to pee herself, but rather, because she is getting tired of standing here and doing nothing. Which makes her feel guilty for how long this is taking, but she knows it will not be long now. Even her impulse to keep it can’t win out much longer, as she jiggles her legs and whimpers, the pain of her bladder becoming more than she can stand.
This is the most desperate that she has ever been, and in the end, there is nothing that she can do to stop it when the time comes. She wouldn’t try to fight it anyway, but she has been pushed her to very limit, and even if she were trying to hold it, even if she were a few feet from a toilet, she would not be able to force herself to hold it in anymore. All at once, it starts gushing out of her, surprising her with how sudden it is.
There is the reflex to try and clamp down and stop it, but that fails, and then she forces herself to relax anyway, since she has no reason to cut her stream off. As she begins wetting herself, peeing on Olivia in the process, the older woman moans softly, clinging tighter to her and just taking ti all in, making it clear that she loves every second of it. Mallow, if she is being completely honest, knows how she feels, and loves this moment not just for the relief that it gives her.
It feels like it goes on forever, but eventually, it does slow to a stop. Olivia is able to enjoy it so much that she nearly forgets her own need, but a sharp pang from her bladder reminds her that she does not have any time to stand here congratulating Mallow on a job well done. She has to bolt for the bathroom and finish this later, and so, she quickly pulls back from the hug, not able to stop a leak as she does.
Except it is more than just a leak, and Olivia is too far gone to actually do anything about this situation. And so, Mallow is not the only one to wet herself today. However, Mallow gets a full view of this, since Olivia pulled back just in time, and she watches in surprise as her girlfriend adds to the puddle that she has made on the floor.
Olivia is surprised that she lost control so easily, surprised that she did not have it in her to hold it for a little bit longer, but she knows better than to let it get to her. Since they were already experimenting, the best thing she can do is take it in stride, and act as if this is just what she wanted. And so, she is able to laugh it off, but not before noticing just how excited Mallow seems to be, unable to stop staring at her.
It seems they have both discovered a new interest tonight.
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Foreword
This is the first installment of what I plan to be a light-hearted serial fantasy fiction. It is set in a world in which powerful magic has eliminated all but the mildest forms of violence. Wars still occur, but the battles are like prolonged football matches in terms of intensity – the worst injuries are broken bones and concussions, and the worst fate is to be taken prisoner and held in an unpleasant but tolerable prison for a few months until you're traded back to your home country in exchange for other prisoners.
Throughout the story, both the characters in this world and the mechanics of the world itself will repeatedly single out nonbinary people (enbies) for unfair bladder treatment. I'm doing it because I love them. ❤️
Edit: Thanks to my friend Eva (EVA!#5847 on Discord) for helping inspire this story! It is based on a scenario we fantasized about together.
Chapter 1: Enbies have magic powers?!
Slin was taking constant swigs from their canteen to try to keep cool, but it was no use: the summer sun beat down relentlessly, and the cloaks that they and the other recruits had been issued were of no use in blocking it. The group had been marching around for hours, only to end up right back where they started, in a large empty field outside their dorm building. The air was stale, the ground was cracked and dusty, and there was no shade in sight. The fabric of Slin's cloak was soaked with sweat and clinging to their dark skin.
Slin thought back to the class they'd taken on ancient history. Wasn't high melanin supposed to be an adaptation that made a bean more resistant to heat? Fat lotta good it was doing them.
Eight other recruits stood to their right, and one to their left. All were silent now, but before when everybody had been chatting, Slin had overheard that one recruit's voice, and known by his accent that he was a countryside bean, probably from some remote village with a population of twenty or thirty and a main export of naive ukelele-playing sad sacks.
Their instructor was a tall, thick, busty, caucasian bean who had introduced themself as Caroline at the beginning of the march, and then proceeded to say absolutely nothing for the next four hours as they lead the recruits around. Now they were standing across from them, arms folded over their chest, and had been staring them all down wordlessly for several minutes. Beside them was a tall, thin, unexplained cardboard box. If this whole routine was some kind of intimidation tactic, it was starting to work, if only because Slin could think of no other reason to be so weird about it other than sheer actual clinical fucking insanity. Their skin was crawling, partly out of wariness for the instructor, and partly because the wanton drinking they'd been using to combat the heat was starting to catch up with them direly. It was shaping up to be a long first day.
"LET'S START WITH A DOSE OF REALITY!" the instructor finally screamed. "HOW MANY OF YOU ARE NONBINARY?"
Nine hands went up, including Slin's. The only recruit not raising a hand was the countryside sad sack.
"AND OF THOSE RAISING THEIR HANDS, HOW MANY HAVE USED THE BATHROOM AT LEAST TWICE SINCE WAKING UP THIS MORNING?" One hand went down, and eight stayed up, again including Slin's. The instructor pointed a menacing finger towards the lineup. "YOU EIGHT ARE LIVING A LIFESTYLE WHICH WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE ONE HUNDRED MILES TO THE EAST, IN THE PRINCEDOM OF LAVES!"
(Reader's note: "Laves" is pronounced with a soft "a", like in "jaw").
Ah. So this was orientation. Just in case anybody didn't know why they were here, in case anybody didn't know what was happening in Laves. In case they didn't know about Piss Fascism.
Caroline whipped out an object that looked like a credit card. It was silver with a green tint, completely blank on this side except for an insignia printed in deadly blue across its entire face: a thick solid outline encircling a shape that was ambiguous between a raindrop and a flame.
"WHO KNOWS WHAT THIS IS?"
Ten hands went up. It was impossible not to know.
"THIS IS A BATHROOM CARD!" Caroline yelled. "IF YOU WERE A CITIZEN OF LAVES, YOU WOULD HAVE ONE OF THESE IN YOUR POCKET AT ALL TIMES. EVERY TIME YOU NEEDED TO PISS, YOU WOULD NEED TO SWIPE THIS CARD FOR ACCESS TO THE BATHROOM. EVEN YOUR OWN PRIVATE BATHROOM IN YOUR OWN HOME! YES! EVEN YOUR OWN BATHROOM!"
Slin rubbed their legs together and resisted the temptation to roll their eyes. Say "bathroom" one more time, they thought. Go on, make me piss myself. I don't mind.
"You!" Caroline said, pointing a finger at Slin. "You look like you need to pee! Do you?"
There was no point in trying to hide it. "Yeah," they said. "Kinda dying over here actually."
"Step forward. Stand beside me."
Slin looked to either side, then walked over to Caroline and turned around to face the lineup. They bent one knee in front of the other, and grimaced. All the other recruits were staring at them, and the attention was making them seriously need to pee… as though they weren't bursting already.
"Your name?" Caroline asked.
"Slin."
"Who here thinks that Slin has a right to use the bathroom?"
Nine hands shot up. Everybody did. Of course.
"Take this." Caroline gave Slin the silver-green bathroom card, then picked up the cardboard box beside them and upended it. Out slid the folded legs of a tripod, which Caroline grabbed, unfolded, and set down on the ground between the two of them. There was a card reader mounted on top. "Go on," Caroline said. "Let's see if Prince Ben agrees with us."
Slin's bladder was throwing a temper tantrum inside them. Their need had tripled in the last five minutes, and at this point they were barely keeping their composure. Their feet wouldn't stop shuffling, and their free hand was glued to their thigh, but they slid the card through the reader as requested. The reader immediately buzzed an unmistakeable sound of digital rejection. No, the sound said. You are not authorized to do whatever you just tried to do.
The recruits looked on solemnly. They knew.
"This is a real bathroom card," Caroline said. "And a real reader. They were smuggled out of Laves in working condition by a refugee who managed to escape the regime, and turned over to us for demonstration purposes." Caroline turned to the bursting enby beside them, whose face was starting to turn red from the embarrassment of needing to pee as badly as they did. "Slin, you are nonbinary. So am I, and so are eight of your fellow recruits in this group. We are dramatically overrepresented in the war effort against Laves because of what I'm about to say next. These cards—" They took the card back out of Slin's hand. "—do not operate fairly. Beans in the princedom are allotted bathroom breaks with different frequencies based on arbitrary demographic information. The rules are complicated, and they get changed all the time, but one thing has always been constant: enbies get the worst of it. This was the card of an enby, and at the time it was smuggled out, it was programmed to allow for just one bathroom break per day. It is currently outside the range of the broadcasting towers they use to send updates to the cards to change their rules, so we don't know what the rule would be today if it was still in active use. But evidence suggests that things are getting worse, not better."
Absolute silence. Quiet rage was boiling in the minds of the recruits. The information wasn't news to them, but Caroline's intonation and body language had a way of rallying people anew around flags they already hailed.
"Thank you, Slin," Caroline said. "Back in line."
Slin hated to ruin the moment, but they were going to piss themself if they didn't do something. "Can I go to the bathroom first, please?" they asked.
"After," Caroline said. Slin stepped back into the lineup, and Caroline turned their attention to the countryside bean. "Step forward," they said, and he stepped forward. "Your name?"
"I'm Simon," he said.
"Simon. You're the only recruit here who isn't nonbinary. Are you a cis male?"
"Yes."
"Where are you from?"
"Loveland," he said. "It's not far from the coast."
"Have any hobbies out in Loveland?"
"Yeah, I like to play guitar."
There it is, Slin thought. Ukelele-playing? Check.
"What brings you here?"
He shrugged. "I was bored, I guess. I dunno. I wanted to try something different."
Slin was fuming. Their buckling bladder had to be contributing to their irritation, but mainly it was the dumbfuck responses Simon was giving. He was the only one in the lineup who could possibly be here out of "boredom". Sad sack? Check.
"We appreciate that you're thinking of joining the cause," Caroline said. "Human rights are a human fight." Simon nodded. "Back in line."
Caroline addressed the whole lineup once again. "Rest up this evening, all of you," they said. "Tomorrow you will begin a training regime more intense than you can imagine. Simon, you will spend all day in physical training. For the nine of you who are nonbinary, you will spend half the day in physical training and half in magical training. If you have a ritual you use to refresh your mana, perform it tonight. You are dismissed."
Simon was looking around in shock. "Enbies have magic powers?!" he blurted out.
Caroline whirled around to face him and threw their arm up in the air. A brilliant turquoise bullet shot from their fingertips into the sky, emitting a piercing whistle as it soared higher and higher, until finally it shattered with a deafening boom into a thousand glimmering shards of shrapnel, which floated gently down over the course of more than a minute, clearly visible even against the awful sunlight. Flare: easy to cast, hard to cast as well as they just did.
"I didn't know that!!" Simon cried. His tone and expression made it obvious that he was starstruck.
Slin just rolled their eyes, and hurried inside to look for a bathroom, casting Wind again and again to blow some fresh air in their face and try to cool down now that the lesson was over.
Naive?
Check.
Edited April 6, 2022 by SecretPerson
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Chapter 2: A coup already?!
"But Lee said—"
"How could it possibly not work?"
It was a new moon. Crickets were chirping, there was light traffic in the distance, and the stars were clear against an empty sky. The grassy field would have been lost under a blanket of complete darkness if not for the two figures walking through it, a faint glow eminating from their party. A gentle breeze was blowing intermittently and flitting through both beans' hair.
"But Lee said—"
Shay stopped in her tracks and spun around to glare at Green. One hand perched on her hip; the other grasped a knife, which she held with its flat side towards the enby, reflecting a blotch of light from their fingertips back onto their shirt. Light: one of the only spells that could be cast continuously for as long as desired without depleting one's mana.
"It's a knife," she said. "Honestly. Watch." She bent over and picked up a crushed soda can that was lying on the ground, and jabbed the knife clean through it with a metallic pop. "Just like that."
Green grimaced. "Come on. The military is figuring something out. There's no reason to risk it."
"You've been figuring something out for a century," Shay said coldly. "How long was it going to take before someone thought of using a sharp stick?"
"Shay..." Green whined.
"Listen, Green. If you don't want me to shove this into Prince Ben's heart, then take it from me. Use your attack magic."
"I keep telling you, that's not a thing!"
"Then what's your plan for dealing with him?"
Green looked helplessly at their companion. As if their paltry voice didn't declaw their arguments enough in Shay's eyes, their form was even less threatening. Their body was short, thin, and frail, their eyes were big and round, their shoulders were straight but narrow, and their hair was permanently a mess — in a word, they were smol. Their gaze dropped to the ground and they began to sulk. They hated losing arguments.
That had seemed to be the end of the discussion, but Shay wouldn't turn around. Green wished she would. They were feeling awkward and embarrassed, but there was also another feeling brewing inside them that was making them urgently need to be moving again. Their feet wanted to shift or shuffle around or start tapping, their fingers wanted to play with their shirt, their knees wanted to press together... but they couldn't do any of that, couldn't let on what was happening to them, not while Shay was watching, they—
"Do you need to pee?" Shay asked.
Green squeezed their eyes shut and turned away. "No?"
"God, you're a baby."
Shay resumed walking, and Green hurried to keep up.
"We've been out here for hours! Anyone would need to go!"
"Shh. Keep yelling and you'll get us caught."
Green lowered their voice to a whisper. "...can we stop so I can pee, at least?"
Shay sighed. "Fine, baby, make it quick."
Green disappeared into the bushes for two minutes, and then came back, still visibly stressed and tense. The pair continued on.
The grand castle which had been sitting on the horizon for ages was finally starting to get close, peeling off the backdrop and becoming a real three-dimensional object that the travelers would be able to reach. When they got within a hundred meters of it, Shay slung her backpack off her shoulders and opened it up. Out came a set of leather clothing: a tunic, trousers, booties, and a hat. The dress of a castle guard. She donned the armor.
"What is that for??" Green wailed.
"Oh my god, shut up," Shay hissed. "Please lower your voice, Green, please. Please? Pretty please, don't get us caught before we have a chance to do what we're here to do?"
Green was dancing on the spot, their feet stamping down patches of grass, their hands balled into fists and flailing wildly at their sides, their eyes shiny with tears, practically frothing at the mouth. "Is that what you need me for?" they whispered. "You're gonna dress up as a guard and turn me in??"
"Pretty sure I told you to stay home."
"You said I should stay home if I wanted to be a square!!"
"Yeah," Shay said. "Cause it'll be cooler if you're there to see it. Now come on. Now's the last moment to turn back. Are you Green, or are you yellow?"
Green was miserable, but they stayed put.
"All right," Shay said. "Let's go."
So they made their way to the castle. It was an ancient thing, preserved through the ages by endless restorations even as modernity encroached from the city side — roads, cars, phone lines, electric billboards — and seeped in through the front gate — indoor plumbing, air conditioning, wifi. But the back side of the castle faced the empty field where the two travelers had come from, and was unguarded.
"How are we gonna get in??"
"We're gonna go around, dummy." Shay started walking.
"Wait!" Green said in a cracked whisper. "I- I-...!"
Shay turned to see what the problem was, and found Green frozen in pain. Their legs were crossed, their knees were bent, their toes were curled, their teeth were clenched, and their neck was craning forward. One hand was clamped to their thigh while the other clawed at their tum.
Shay rolled her eyes. "Do you seriously need to pee again?"
"I- I couldn't go! Just gimme thirty seconds, I'll—"
"No," Shay said. "If someone catches you peeing out here, we'll be done for before we even get inside."
"But it's, I- I really—!"
"We can't. You'll just have to hold it."
"Don't you need to go too??"
"Not really."
Green was once again defeated. Their bladder was killing them, but there was nothing they could do about it. Shay's persona was too overpowering. She took them by the arm and began leading them around the castle, and they had no choice but to uncross their legs and come along, doing everything they could not to cry.
As the two beans emerged from behind the castle, they got a glimpse of something neither of them had ever seen before: a city inside of Laves. The crisscross streets were shockingly plain and familiar. Shops were lined up shoulder to shoulder in all directions. In the distance there were skyscraper apartment buildings. Cars were driving on the roads. A cyclist was out for a midnight ride. Drunk party-goers were hollering in the distance. There were flowers and trees planted along the sidewalk. The only difference was, visible by the entrance of every public restroom in sight, there were a series of dim red lights indicating the idle status of the machines they were attached to. Card readers.
They didn't have time to stare. Shay marched Green right up to the front gate, and looked the two guards square in the eye.
"Hey buddies," she said. "Caught this bean trying to run off. No idea how they got out. Wanna let us back in?"
"What do you mean 'got out'?" one of them asked. "Why were they in the castle to begin with?"
"They're with me," Shay said. "Extra special treatment for poor behavior in the POW camp."
The guard squinted at her. "I don't recognize your face or your voice. Who are you?"
"Come on, I told you I was working on my fem voice... do you seriously not recognize me?"
"Uh," she said. The other guard was looking at her expectantly. "Oh, uh, Gracie?! Holy cow, sis, you sound amazing."
"Thanks," Shay said. "Kinda need to get back inside now, can we chat about it later?"
"Sure, sure," the guard said, unlocking the gate. "Sorry about that... it's so hard to see out here."
"No prob."
The guard opened the gate for Shay and Green to go through, and they stepped into the castle. Shay brought them around one corner, then a second corner, and finally a third, and then, seeing that they were alone, pulled Green over to the side and leaned against the wall to rest.
"Phew," she said. "Tell me that wasn't some impressive social engineering. Go on, say it."
Green's hands were jammed between their legs, and their mouth was locked in a grimace. They didn't answer.
"No no, Shay, that was awesome! You really saved the day!" Shay cooed. "Aww, thanks Green! I really get the sense that you appreciate how well I'm pulling this off."
Green was silent once again.
"Okay," Shay said. "Come on, let's find the prince. I've got some intel on where his room is."
"...how?" Green whispered.
"What, now you're talking? I have a contact who defected from the court a few years ago. They remembered some of the castle layout. It should be this way."
So they walked through corridors and climbed flights of stairs, until eventually they arrived at a quite large and well-decorated wooden door with two guards standing outside of it. Up until this point they had confidently walked passed many guards who were wandering the halls (or at least, Shay had been confident — Green had been freaking out too hard to say or do anything). But these two would be a different story, Shay reasoned. Prince Ben wouldn't choose someone as a bedroom guard who would just let them waltz by if they were cocky enough about it. She would need to be clever and decisive.
"Hey buddies," she said quietly. "Mind doing me a favor? Just keep an eye on this enby for me while I go use the bathroom?"
One of the two made to speak, but Shay didn't wait around to hear what he had to say. She lifted her leg high in the air and brought it cracking down on the door handle, sending the door flying open. The guard who had been about to speak changed course and lunged at her, but she grabbed his arm, flung him to the ground, and stomped on his back to make sure he'd stay down for a bit. The other guard threw herself into the door frame to block Shay's path, but frame was too wide for one bean to cover it all — Shay faked left, then faked right, then finally ducked left and slipped around the guard into the room. The guard went after her, but Shay landed a hard punch on her cheek, and down she went.
The room was fairly large, its main feature being the huge bed in the middle of the floor. It was one of those fancy beds with the ceiling above it and the curtains that go around, but even through the curtains one could see that a form was sitting bolt upright inside, having been awoken by the sound of the door slamming open.
"Out!" Shay yelled, brandishing the knife towards the bed. "Show yourself, coward!"
The curtain parted, and out stepped an unusually tall bean with blonde hair, pale skin, and a European face. Those who didn't recognize it from the propaganda might know it from the banknotes used within the kingdom. And, tunnel-visioned though she was, Shay took note of the crown sitting atop the bedside table. There was no doubt about it: this was Prince Ben.
"C'MERE YOU ROTTEN BASTARD!!" Shay screamed. She cleared the distance between them in under a second, threw herself into a kneeling position, and, before Ben could react, thrust the knife diagonally upwards for what she knew would be a clean kill.
Time stopped.
Literally.
Yes.
Gray descended from the sky, painting the room in monochrome as it trickled down the walls. The whole world lost its color, except for the knife, which took on an accusatory red aura as it hung in the air just shy of piercing skin. Shay watched through frozen eyes as the light turned blue, then green, then white, and then began to grow brighter and brighter, ramping up until it was intolerable to look at, until Shay thought she would go blind. Finally, the bubble popped: the glow exploded into a billion tiny stars, leaving only the empty outline of a knife where an actual knife had been moments before. Color returned to the world in the same manner it had left. Shay's body thawed, and she looked around in astonishment. The blade was completely gone, and her hand hung empty in front of Ben's chest.
"Are you quite finished?" Ben asked.
"Wh..."
Green stumbled into the room, both hands still buried in their crotch.
"I-I-I-... I told you," they whimpered. Pee was trickling down their legs and collecting in a puddle at their feet, which was connected by a trail of dribbles to a second puddle out in the hall. Shay was too stunned to respond. Green finished peeing, and then collapsed.
"GUARDS!" Ben called. In seconds, six more guards dashed into the room, assessed the situation, and seized the intruders, two guards on Green and four on Shay.
"H-h-... how??" Shay asked breathlessly.
Ben knelt down in front of her, close enough that their faces were only inches apart.
"A word of advice, dear," came the ghastly voice. "Don't go for brilliant checkmates if you don't understand the rules of the game. The king can be very slippery if you don't know what you're doing. Do you play chess? Well, I shouldn't even ask. You obviously don't, or you wouldn't be making this kind of mistake."
One of the guards spoke up. "The camp, your majesty?"
Ben nodded. "Yes. That was an act of war, so these two are prisoners of war."
So they peeled Green blubbering up off the floor, forced Shay to her feet, and dragged them both out of the room. |
Chapter 3: A special enby prison?!
Green and Shay were separated when the guards escorting Shay dragged her out the front gate of the castle while those with Green continued on down the corridor. Shay was too angry over the failed plan to look back at Green, and Green was too out of it to look anywhere in particular. It would be a while before they saw each other again.
"Stop flopping around, bud," one of the guards said to Green.
"wHeRe aRe YoU tAkInG mEeEe????" Green screamed in despair. Wherever it was, Green was doing everything in their power to avoid getting there.
"You're not getting away from us," the guard said. "If we need to put restraints on you, we will."
The threat only made Green flail harder, but there was nothing they could do to escape the firm grip of the four hands on their arms. The guards took them to a room at the end of a long corridor and forced them through the doorway. Inside, there was a bean reading a book at their desk, surrounded by shelves showcasing all manner of chains, ropes, handcuffs, and so forth. They looked up at the party of three.
"Hey fellas. What do you need?"
"Hey Dan. We need a straightjacket and an anti-magic patch. Better start with the straightjacket."
Dan fetched the straightjacket and helped the guards get Green into it.
"Easy now, easy now," they said. "Come on, thrashing around like that isn't gonna make this any easier for ya." They reached over to something that looked like a stack of coasters and pulled a round piece of rubbery-looking fabric off the top. The front was blank, and the back displayed the geometric insignia of Laves.
"wHaT iS tHaT????" Green cried.
Dan put a hand on their arm. "It's alright, it won't hurt you. I just need you to turn around so I can stick this on the back of your neck."
"nOOOOoooooooo!!" Green sobbed.
Dan's eyes were full of sympathy. "It's just a little cloth that's designed to restrict your mana usage," they explained. "We put it on your body and refresh it once a day. I promise it doesn't hurt."
The guards turned Green around, and Dan made to affix the cloth to Green's neck, but their hand knocked against a translucent section of a sphere that sprung up to cover their entire back. Shield: the bubbles weren't completely indestructable, but even at Green's level, they were pretty damn strong.
"This won't help you either," Dan said, resting their hand on the green forcefield. "Listen, kin, what's your name?"
Green didn't respond. Tears were falling from their eyes.
"Well, you don't have to answer. But this is gonna happen one of two ways. Either you drop the shield now and I put this on you without any fuss, or we stand here until your mana runs out and I put this on you then. There's no getting out of it. May as well save yourself the trouble."
Green kept the shield up for another fifteen seconds, until finally they lost hope and allowed it to disintegrate. Dan put the patch on them, and as they pressed it down, their hand briefly emitted an impossible black glow.
"Try putting your shield back up?"
Nothing happened.
"All right. You won't be able to perform any magic while this is on you. Don't try to take it off — that really will hurt, trust me."
The guards thanked Dan, and escorted Green out of the room, this time with no resistance.
—
They lead Green out the front gate and through the city, and onlookers turned their heads to watch. It was common for multitudes of prisoners to be taken through the streets after a battle, but a single prisoner was something unusual, and interesting. People wanted to know what the poor bean — whose pants were still soaked with pee — was guilty of.
Eventually they came to a tall, wide, plain building, whose front entrance was labeled by a large metal placard: "Capitol City Nonbinary Detention Center (Site I)". They entered. The first room behind the door was a large, pleasant lobby, and the guards led Green to the front desk where they checked them in.
"Your cell number is #2771," the clerk said. "Elevator is over there."
Green was blushing furiously. "c-can... can I have—"
"You'll be given fresh pants in the morning."
The guards led Green upstairs, deposited them in the cell straightjacket and all, and shut the door behind them.
The enby looked around. It was a pretty nice room, for a prison cell. It had four bunkbeds attached to the walls, two desks facing the window, and a bookshelf by the door. On the windowsill there was a potted plant, and on the bookshelf, alongside a few dozen books and some art supplies, there was a Switch sitting in its charging port. Lying on three of the beds were three other beans, two of whom were sleeping, and one of whom had woken up and was looking at Green.
"Are you new?" they whispered.
"Y-yeah..."
"Welcome to the Center. We'll show you around in the morning."
Green stared at the floor. They knew it was pathetic, but it had been a stressfull night, and stress always did this to them.
"I... I need to pee..." they whined.
The other bean shook their head. "Yeah. You're gonna get used to that."
"Wh—"
"Let's talk about it in the morning, okay?" they said, and went back to sleep. So Green climbed into the unoccupied bunk bed and shut their eyes. Despite their bladder, their straightjacket, and their soaked pants, sleep found them easily.
—
Morning came, and Green woke up to sunbeams shining in through the cell's window, a sore spot on their neck where the anti-magic patch was affixed, and an aching bladder in their tum. They looked around and saw one of their cellmates still lying in bed, and the other two sitting at the desk playing Mario Kart on the Switch. The one closer to Green was the one they'd spoken to last night, who Green now saw was a fat, feminine-presenting bean with pale skin and large breasts. Their hair was brown and thick and had been hacked into a bob.
"H-hey," Green said.
The fat bean paused the game and looked up. "Hey," they said. "Mornin'. Welcome to our humble abode. Let's get you out of that straightjacket." They walked over to Green and wrapped their arms around them to undo the clasps on the back. "What's your name?"
"Um. It's Green," they answered, trying not to shift around too much in the embrace. The other bean's sizable chest was pressed up against theirs, and they looked to the side to avoid coming across as a pervert.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Flora." Flora pulled the straightjacket over Green's head, tossed it to the side, and returned to their seat. They turned and looked expectantly at the other player, a short, sturdy, cranky-looking brown bean clad only in sweatpants and a binder.
"Ricky," the cranky bean said. "Can you unpause the game? I seriously gotta pee. Every time we pause, it just makes me think about needing to pee more." His legs were tightly crossed and bouncing, and judging by his expression, his bladder situation was seriously pissing him off. It didn't seem to bode well for Green's chances of emptying their own bladder.
"Where's the bathroom?" Green asked.
Ricky rolled his eyes and sighed haughtily at the question, but Flora was the one who answered. "Yeah, there's no bathroom," they said.
"N-no bathroom?"
"Yeah. Believe me, if we had access to a bathroom, we wouldn't just be sitting around playing Mario. We all need to go."
"A-are you sure?"
"Mm-hm."
Green was getting embarrassed, but their bladder demanded that they press the issue.
"Um," they said. "It's just... I... kinda really need to—"
Ricky stamped his foot on the floor and glared at Green. "Are you deaf?" he snapped. "We are all. Bursting. To piss. There are no bathrooms for us in this entire goddamn building. None. I don't know what planet you're from that you don't know how this works, but we don't get to go."
Flora looked at Green sympathetically, their eyes apologizing for Ricky's rudeness. "Is this your first time?" they asked.
Green nodded.
"What happened? Was there a battle?"
"N-not exactly," Green said, and they told the other two their story. Shay; the knife; the con the two of them pulled to get into the castle; the dramatic magical episode at the end that decimated the knife and ruined the attempted coup.
"Your partner is an idiot for thinking that would work," Ricky said when the story was over. "And you're an idiot for not stopping her."
"Shay isn't—"
"Like, wow, get a load of these geniuses. We'll just stab him! Brilliant."
"Shay—"
"I guess you're both from other planets."
"We're not..."
"Really? Then why did she think that would work?"
"I... I—"
"And why didn't you stop her?"
"S-she didn't know about the Anti-Weapons Field..."
"But you knew!" Ricky said, tossing the controllers onto the table. He uncrossed his legs, shoved his hands into his crotch, and crossed them again. "I get that she didn't know. I don't get how she didn't know — I don't know how someone can be an adult and not know about the Anti-Weapons Field — but I get that she didn't know. But listen, Turquoise. You knew. Why didn't you just tell her that that kind of violence was off the table?"
"I don't... I... I don't know, I-I tried t—"
"For hell's sake. I've been stuck in this tarpit for six months getting my ass handed to me every single day by a team of asshats who don't know which end of a goat to fuck. Every time they play with us it's a different game of bladder torture. I'm never not bursting to piss. We all wet ourselves at least once a week, and every time we do there's a harsher punishment. This is like my twentieth time being detained. You know why this war keeps dragging on? You know why this godfucking war never ends? It's because losers like you let yourselves get dragged into the shittiest schemes imaginable, follow through with D-tier execution, and then get captured before you ever have a chance to be useful."
Green said nothing.
"Rinse and fucking repeat."
Green was glowering at the ground in silence. "...Shay isn't my partner," they finally said.
"Gah. Whatever, I don't care. You're both incompetent either way."
Tension hung in the air. Flora's finger rested on the menu button of the controller, ready to unpause the game when the air cleared, but before they could, there was a knock at the door. Ricky and Flora stood up and whirled around to face the front of the room, and the bean who was still in bed lept up, threw on pants, and joined them.
"Stand next to us," Flora told Green.
Green scurried to obey.
"Put your hands at your sides," Flora said. "And stand up straight."
"B-but... nnnnng..." Green whined. Anyone looking at their body language would have known immediately that their bladder was giving them hell, but they slid their hands out from between their legs, and straightened their back as best they could.
The door opened, and in walked a very tall blonde bean, whose small, round face featured a huge smug grin.
"Good morning my darlings!!" she cooed. "How are my lovely kitties today~? How are they!"
The four enbies said nothing. The woman walked over to Ricky, crouched down so that her face was level with his, and pinched his cheek between her fingers.
"How's my favorite lil' guy~? Your pants are still dry! You didn't piss yourself last night! Yayyy!"
Ricky's face was red with fury, but he stayed silent. The woman stood up again and walked over to Green.
"And who's this? Someone new? Oh, how exciting!!!" She knelt down in front of them and put her hands on their shoulders. "What's your name? What's your name?"
"gn..." Green mumbled.
"Hmm??"
"...Green," Green said.
"Green!!" said the woman. "What a wonderful name. How did you choose it? Or is that your given name?"
Green didn't say anything.
"It reminds me of... wait... hold on a minute, dear." She sniffed around in the air. "I think I might smell pee. Is that you?" She put her hands on Green's legs and felt the day-old stains. Her face turned pouty. "Goodness, Green. Looks like someone had a lil' accident."
Green's face was burning too now. They were too embarrassed to speak. The woman stood up.
"You'll have to make sure not to do that anymore, now that you're with me. Okay hun? Sound good?"
Green nodded vigorously. Anything to get out of the spotlight.
"Good." the woman said. She switched to an announcer's voice. "Okay dears, time for today's first activity. We're going to be playing some chess! Right this way!" She reopened the cell door and marched back out. Green's three roommates fell in behind her, and Flora motioned for Green to follow, which they did. The woman led them through some corridors to a large open room where a dozen other groups of cellmates were standing in lines behind a dozen other guards. There were tables and chairs set up all around the room, with chess boards and game clocks on each table. Green's group was the last to arrive. The woman led them to where the other inmates were, then stepped out into the center of the room.
"Dearies!" the woman said. "Each of you please find a seat at a chess board. You may play against whoever you like. Each pair will play a series of three games, and the winner of the match will be allowed to use the bathroom. You may begin as soon as you are seated. Hop to it!"
The enbies all shuffled to their seats, many of them red-faced, most of them moaning softly or clutching their tums, and all of them looking quite tense. The only one more sprightly than the rest was Flora, who grabbed Green's hand, whisked them across the room to an open board, stationed them in one of the seats, and then plopped down opposite them.
"Do you play?" they asked in a hushed voice.
"N...n-no, not really," Green said.
"Do you at least know how the pieces move?"
"I... I guess? I think everyone does."
"All right. I'm a pretty strong player, but don't worry, I'm not gonna hang you out to dry. I'm gonna win one, lose one, and draw one. If we draw the match, we each get a partial piss. That's fair. Make sure you pay attention during the second game; that's the one I'm gonna lose, and you need to be ready to take your chance when I give it to you."
Green nodded and looked down at the board, ready to begin, but Flora wouldn't look away from them.
"...I'm bursting, you know," they said. "I might not show it like Ricky does, but my bladder feels like it's about to pop out of my gut." Their voice was cool and measured. "I'm in pain, Green. I don't think I've fully emptied my bladder in a week. And I could crush you on the board if I wanted to. Instead, I'm offering you a draw, which I'm not supposed to even do."
Green was writhing in their seat at all the pee-talk, rubbing their knees together and pressing their hands against the tops of their thighs, desperately trying not to grab between their legs. But they froze and clammed up when they felt the sudden firm grip of Flora's hand on their shoulder, and looked up to see the other enby's eyes fixated on theirs.
"A little gratitude would be nice?"
Green's face flushed yet again. "...thank you, Flora..." they mumbled.
Flora nodded. "Let's begin," they said, and made their first move.
The games passed semi-peacefully, the silence of the room punctuated only by the sound of pieces knocking against each other and an occasional whimper, moan, or slosh. Green lost the first game in eighteen moves, won the second in seventy-five moves with much hinting and gesturing from Flora, and drew the third after forty-one moves when Flora stalemated them.
"What do we do now?" they asked, after the guard who had come over to note down the result of their last game had returned to their post against the wall.
"Now we sit here and wait for everyone else to finish."
Green's tum took the opportunity to grumble audibly. "I need to peeeee..." they whined. They looked up at Flora. "Have you really not emptied your bladder in a week??"
"Not fully, no. Partial pees are pretty common. It's how they keep us full most of the time without everyone constantly having accidents and ruining the fun." They looked away. "Listen, Green... I'm sorry I was rude to you before the match. I'm just cranky because my bladder is so sore and tired. It really..."
They trailed off, closed their eyes, and brought a hand up to their mouth. A few moments later they bit down on their own thumb to suppress an audible cry, squeezing their eyes in pain as they did. It took twenty seconds for the wave of pressure to release them from its grip.
"...it really hurts," they finished.
Green didn't know what to say, so they just stared down at the chess board between them, and tried not to make a big deal out of the fact that their bladder was also ready to pop.
It wasn't long before the same woman from before spoke up again.
"Dearies!" she said. "The matches have all finished. Those of you who lost, please accompany your escorts back to your rooms. Those who won or drew, come with me."
Flora and Green stood up and got in line behind her, and when Green turned around they noticed that Ricky was right behind them, standing with his legs crossed and an impatient scowl on his face. Once they were all lined up and all the losers had left the room, the woman led them out down a long corridor that ended at a single rickety wooden door with a restroom sign on it. Below the sign, somebody had graffitied the word "Enbies". Somebody else had crossed it out in a different color and written "lol no" underneath. The woman opened the door to reveal a room hardly larger than a broom closet with a single toilet inside of it, and the first enby in line rushed in, yanked their pants down while the door was still open, and began pissing loudly.
"Don't we get privacy??" Green squeaked, their hands buried in their crotch.
Flora gave them a look over their shoulder, and shook their head.
Enby after enby dashed into the bathroom to relieve themselves, with the woman reminding each one whether they had earned a partial pee or a full pee. Finally it was Flora's turn.
"You drew your match with Green," said the woman. "Partial piss."
Flora nodded and walked into the bathroom with dignity, despite their desperate internal situation. They dropped trou, sat down, and immediately began spraying piss like a faucet into the toilet. Their expression didn't change as the pee poured out of them, even though judging by the sounds alone it could have been the most urgent piss of their entire life. It went on and on, and the indecently loud splashing was just starting to drive Green insane when the women called "Stop!" and the stream stopped on a dime. Flora took a moment to collect themself, stood up, pulled up their pants, zipped and buttoned them, and exited the room, brushing past Green on the way back to their cell.
The woman looked at Green. "You drew your match with Flora," she said. "Partial piss, dearie. And since you're new here, the rule is to sit down and face the line, even if you're able to pee standing up."
Hardly had she finished speaking when the gloomy, irritated sound of Ricky's voice rang in Green's ears. "Come on Turqoise, I don't have all day."
Green walked up to the toilet, turned around, gingerly undid their jeans, looked up at the line of other enbies waiting their turn, then squeezed their eyes shut and all in one motion tore their pants down, slammed their butt down on the toilet, covered their groin with their hands, and began to pee. They couldn't help but whimper in relief as their bladder emptied itself. It had been over half a day.
Just when it was getting good, the woman cried "Stop!". Green clenched their kegel muscles as hard as they could, and the pee stopped momentarily, picked up again, stopped again, then dribbled some more, until finally Green fought it down and managed to halt the flow. They shivered hard. It was the first time they'd ever done that.
"I still heard some peeing after I told you to stop," said the woman. "You need to stop peeing right when I tell you to next time, dearie."
"S-s-... s-sorry," Green said. They looked out at the line again, stunned, embarrassed, and worst of all, still needing to pee.
"Come on!" Ricky said, glaring at them. His face was red, his body was twisted into a knot of pain and urgency, and his voice was cracking from his usual practiced tenor up to its higher, more natural register. Green stood up slowly, worried they would start leaking pee again if they moved too fast, and bent down to pull up their pants, all the while hearing Ricky's growls and moans getting louder in their ears. They pulled up the zipper and were just fastening the button when finally—
"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!" Ricky screamed. Green looked up to see that he had fallen to his knees, doubled over in pain, and was now kneeling in a growing puddle of his own urine, his hands powerless to stop the flow even as he crammed them desperately into his crotch.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" Green cried as they dashed out of the bathroom, running around the accumulating puddle of pee before it got big enough to block the path. As they scurried off back to their cell, they heard the woman's cruel voice reprimanding Ricky behind them.
"Tsk tsk, dearie. You'd earned yourself a full bathroom break in your match against Gina, but I guess you couldn't quite wait for it, could you? Oh well. I'll write you up, and you'll find out what your punishment is in a day or two."
"FUCK YOU!!" |
Chapter 4: Worst boyfriend ever!!!
Keita woke up in the same state they usually did after a night out drinking: groggy, achy, and badly needing to piss. Their bladder always woke them up half an hour before their alarm went off, which was good, because half the time they forgot to set it after coming home anyway. They slid a hand under the covers and laid it on their tum, waiting for the sharp discomfort to die down a little before they opened their eyes. A minute or two of thigh-squeezing and careful breathing later, they were ready to slide out of bed. They walked over to their desk and plopped down in front of their computer.
"Hey Cortana, what's my daily briefing?"
The robotic voice answered. "Here's what I found for that online," it said. On the screen, it pulled up a listing of denim jackets for sale. Keita closed the window.
"Cortana."
"Yes?"
"What's my daily briefing?"
Cortana paused for a few seconds, and then began talking, starting with the news, which was never very interesting, at least not to Keita. More than anything else, they used it as a distraction from their bladder, which they wouldn't be able to empty until a few hours from now, in the late morning when the first piss break of the day got pushed out to their bathroom card. For the last week or two, enby bathroom cards had been receiving two pees per day, one added at 11am and the other at 9pm. Last night, Keita had tried to put off using their 9pm pee for as long as possible, in preparation for work the next day when they knew they would need to hold it, but they only lasted until around 9:30 before they had to stumble over into the bathroom, on the verge of pissing their pants, to use it.
Keita stared at their desk to find said card... and found to their confusion that it wasn't there. It also wasn't under the desk, in their sweatpants pocket, in last night's jeans' pockets, or in any of the pockets of their backpack. Fuck.
"HYUN!"
"What?"
"DO YOU— ugh." They stood up from their desk and ran to the kitchen, where their boyfriend Hyun was standing at the stove in his boxer shorts, frying himself an egg. "Do you know where my pee card is?"
His face was covered in a smug grin. "Is it where you left it?"
Keita rolled their eyes. "Gosh, is it? I didn't think to check."
"Maybe check there."
"Maybe shut up."
"Love you baby."
"Hmph."
"Love you~~"
The enby walked over to him, and put their hands on his shoulders, giving the boy an affectionate firm rub.
"Were you awake when I got home last night?" they asked.
"I don't remember."
"Did you see where I put my pee card? Did I have it with me?"
"Babe, I said I don't remember."
"Well, you have that look on your face that says you do."
"Well, I don't!" But if anyone had a look on their face, it sure was Hyun. The grin hadn't left him for the whole conversation.
"Babe. Baby. I need to pee. Did you see me with it when I got home or not?"
"No, cutie. It just came back to me, I think I passed out when you texted me saying you'd be another hour. I was asleep when you got back."
Keita's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and annoyance. Hyun made Bambi eyes at them.
"Sorry I can't help you, my dear. Do you... sniff... do you still love me?"
"You're the worst." Keita started heading back to the bedroom.
"Hey, look under the desk!" Hyun called after them.
"Already did," they said.
—
Like most queer folks in Laves, Keita had long since mastered the art of showering with a full bladder. No, they couldn't just pee in there — the government was smarter than that. Shower drains came equipped with internet-enabled urine detectors that would notify a local agency if they detected pee coming down the drain. We all pee the same, so that meant even cis people couldn't go when washing up — but of course, cis people had the option of emptying out beforehand. Keita did not.
Toweling off, Keita glanced at the toilet, and the card reader mounted on the wall to the side. A locking mechanism kept the toilet's lid shut most of the time, unlockable only by swiping one's card. Yep, even private toilets had them. A galling violation of privacy and autonomy, Keita knew, but by now they were bored of thinking that thought. It was old hat.
But here's a thought they weren't bored of thinking, that in fact they were thinking for the very first time right this minute: HOW THE FUCK AM I GOING TO GET THROUGH WORK WITHOUT PEEING?! Their hands grasped the towel much harder than normal with the stress of their predicament, almost giving themself a rash as they themself dried off. They needed to pee. They had to pee. Obviously they were hardly a stranger to that feeling. But god, the thought of needing to wait until after work — at least after work — before they could go again made it SO MUCH WORSE. Their tum, normally only a little chubby, was protruding noticeably more with the fullness of their bladder, and they felt like they were going to explode.
Keita put on their underwear, and without bothering to put their shirt or pants on yet burst out of the bathroom and rushed back to the bedroom. They needed to head out the door in the next 10 minutes to get to work on time, and still had no clue where their piss card was, so the search mission continued in the bedroom as they got ready. The hairbrush floated in the air at their behest, autonomously brushing the enby’s hair as they looked for the card. Under the sheets? No. Under the bed? No. In the closet? No. On the windowsil? No. On the desk now? Still no.
"Couldn't find it?"
"Gah!" Keita covered themself up as they whirled around to see Hyun standing in the doorway. They'd forgotten he had the day off today. Something about a burst pipe in the building he worked in (yes, hilarious). Ordinarily Keita wouldn't mind giving him a good look at their body as they got ready for work, but he'd caught them by surprise, and to be honest, they weren't feeling particularly sexy right now, stepping from foot to foot in anxiety and desperation as their mind flipped through various circumstances under which they might piss themself in the office later today.
"A little privacy, please?"
"Sure." Hyun turned around. "So. Couldn't find it?"
"No."
"Damn."
"Hyun."
"What?"
"..."
"..."
They stomped over to him and slammed their hands down on his shoulders. "Hyun."
"What, baby?"
"Do you know where I put my card?"
"Babe, we've been over this. I got no idea."
"Do you want me to go into work in 10 minutes knowing full well I won't be able to get through the day without pissing myself?"
"..."
"Hyun!"
"I don't know how to answer that, babe."
"Fuck!!"
They grabbed their hairbrush out of the air and threw it across the room, then shoved past Hyun and back to the bathroom to get dressed in today’s outfit — white jeans, a belt, and an understated solid-red blouse. The spent the last six of their ten minutes scrambling around the apartment, looking under and behind every piece of furniture for their piss card and shouting curse words both at no one in particular and at Hyun to help them look, which he at least went through the motions of doing. But soon, time was up, and with one last burst of profanity, Keita donned their backpack, stepped outside, and slammed the door behind them.
—
The first hour wasn't so bad, as these things go. The fuming anger in their head and the cold, twisting panic in their stomach were by far the more unpleasant of the physical sensations Keita was feeling, and work was engaging enough to take their mind partly off their bladder.
The second hour was different.
Because you see, the second hour was the last one before the 11 o'clock break would be pushed out to enby bathroom cards. Keita had always had a large bladder, and during the more lenient times when enbies got three bathroom breaks per day (or even, rarely, four) they generally got along okay. At three per day, they could use the bathroom when their bladder got full. They didn't need to participate in the mad rush enbies made for every public bathroom in the city the minute the breaks went out; they could hold it, wait for the chaos to die down, and then stand up from whatever they were doing and calmly, casually wander over to the nearest restroom to relieve themself. Sometimes they even waited a while longer, just to show off their composure to anyone who happened to be watching. They prided themself on this. The public didn't need to know how badly they needed to pee. It was their own business.
But at two pee breaks per day — and it absolutely tore them up inside to admit this, but it was true — at two pee breaks per day, they just couldn't control it. Maybe it was physical, more likely it was psychological, but whatever the reason, when Keita was limited to two bathroom breaks per day, they always broke down in the last hour. They'd squirm in their seat, procrastinate on whatever they were supposed to be doing, give dumb answers when people asked them questions, and generally show just about every sign imaginable of someone who was bursting to go. Even at work. They couldn't wait half a day between breaks without letting the whole world know what a desperate state their bladder was in.
Well, they'd thought today. Maybe since I know I won't be able to pee at work, the effect won't kick in, and I'll be able to get through the day without my bladder giving me too much trouble.
They were wrong. And when eleven o'clock came, when the moment arrived at which their bladder was expecting to finally empty its oversized, overloaded, overfull load of hot piss into the toilet, and it didn't happen... when that moment came and went, Keita only got wronger.
So, at around quarter past eleven, after 75 minutes of writhing in agony, watching cat videos at their desk, and fruitlessly poking at their months-old draft of an open letter to Prince Ben (which one day they swore they'd publish, even if it landed their enby butt right in enby jail) they snapped up from their seat, stamped their foot on the floor in disgust, and made their way over to Grace's cubicle.
Knock knock. The cubicles didn't have doors, but they rapped their knuckles on the wall to get the woman's attention before coming through the empty doorway.
"Hey," they said.
"Hi. What's up?" In their desperation, Keita didn't notice that Grace didn't seem particularly comfortable herself, despite the fact that, since a couple of weeks ago, trans women's cards were getting a pee break at 11am as well — one of their four daily ones, on the current schedule.
"Um." Keita was trying to keep their composure, but the crushing urge to pee overwhelmed them, and their legs crossed themselves before they could stop it. "Listen. I have a problem."
"What is it?"
They hated themself for doing this, and blushed with the embarrassment of it, and then hated themself for blushing. But it was really, really a dire emerency. They were going to piss their pants.
"I... listen... I need... I... hhh, fuck. Sorry. I..." They looked at the floor. "I was wondering if... I could... if you could swipe me into the bathroom."
Grace cocked her head at her coworker. "Aren't you nonbinary? Or, oh, did your schedule get even worse?"
"No, it, I mean, I know the pee breaks just went out for us, I, I just... I lost my card."
"Oh, dear." Grace stood up from her seat, crossed her legs, and leaned against her desk. She put a hand on Keita's shoulder. "Hun, really? You lost it?"
Keita's cheeks burned hotter than the sun. "Iwasdrunk,..,," they mumured.
"Have you ordered a new one yet?"
They shook their head. Ordering a new one would invalidate the old one instantly... and then the new one would be mailed to them. Anyone who had ever lost track of their piss card knew that option was a joke, at least until you knew the old one was gone for good. Tears were beginning to well up in Keita's eyes. Their bladder was a time bomb.
"Keita... I'm sorry, hun, but I've already used my 11 o'clock break. I'm sorry. I don't have any stored up right now. I wish I could help you."
"O-okay," Keita said, choked up. "Thanks."
Grace started saying something else too, but Keita had already turned tail and was rushing back to their own cubicle, desperate not to embarrass themself any further. They'd just go home. They'd tell Peter they were sick to their stomach — not that far from the truth, really — and that they needed to take the rest of the day off. And then after that, it didn't matter. Whether they kept their bladder under control or not, it didn't matter. They wouldn't be at work. They could handle anything as long as it didn't happen at—
"Keita?"
They started, and looked up from their feet (where their gaze had been fixed for the past ten minutes or so) to see exactly the man they had just been thinking about. Peter.
"P-peter! Um." They snapped their legs together and put their hand on the wall for balance, their whole body tensing up with the sudden challenge of needing to contain their desperation and wear a mask of professionalism. This time their legs actually cooperated. As embarrasing as it was to show weakness in front of Grace, she would understand. Peter was no jerk either, but as the proud, typically-ungrateful carrier of a piss card with infinite breaks permanently loaded onto it, there were certain things you just couldn't expect him to understand. Not without some hefty trust being established first, at least.
"Keita. Listen, do you want to keep this on the down-low? I don't want to embarrass you, we can talk about in my office if you like."
"Um. Um. ... Um." Keita's bladder threatened to spray piss all over their jeans right at that very moment. They wrenched it back under control.
"Hey um, I overheard some of what you were saying to Grace just now. I heard you lost your card. If you need to take a personal day, or a- a health day, a sick day, then that's okay. You can take the rest of the day off."
"Um."
"Would you like to do that?"
Keita could hardly imagine a nightmare they'd enjoy less than the one they were currently having, but they put on the calmest face they could, and tried to salvage the situation.
"Sure," they said. "I mean, heh, unless you want to give me one of yours?"
Peter's face turned serious and concerned. He looked left, right, and behind him, and then back to Keita, his body adopting a more formal posture. Whoops.
"Keita," Peter said. "That is illegal."
Yeah. Yeah! NO FUCKING SHIT IT'S ILLEGAL YOU FUCKER! YOU ABSOLUTE DIPSHIT!! I KNOW!!! YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW IT'S ILLEGAL BY NOW?! FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!!
"R-right," Keita said.
"It is forbidden under both federal and local law for any individual to unlock a restroom for any other individual besides themself."
"Right. S-sorry, b-bad joke."
Peter nodded. "All right then," he said. "Yes. No worries. So, you would like to take the rest of the day off?"
"Y... yes, I think so, please."
"Okay. Sure. Have a restful rest of your day, then, Keita. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
So they ran back to their cubicle, grabbed their backpack, and rushed out the door.
—
"Fucking bathroom card. Fucking Grace. Fucking Peter. Fucking cis people. Fucking stupid Prince Asshole. Fucking readers. Fucking fuck. Fuck!"
Keita was muttering to themself as they walked along the sidewalk, a sloshy, frazzled mess. They had tried to take the bus home, but as they'd sat at the bus stop, they found that they were absolutely unable to compose themself for even five seconds. They'd been constantly scissoring their legs, crossing and uncrossing them, shifting from side to side, standing up and sitting down again, and even openly grabbing their crotch. Just being out in public in this state was already excruciatingly embarrassing, but when someone else had walked up and sat down on the bench across from them, they had given up and decided to walk home.
The sidewalks were pretty empty at this time of day, and it was starting to give Keita ideas despite themself. Their whole body was sore with the tension of holding their piss, but the penalty for peeing outside of a bathroom was generally a pretty steep fine, and the thought of giving even a single dollar to the regime if they got caught – the thought of giving them money for the crime of having to pee — was unbearable.
But when the first spurt of piss leaked out uncontrollably into their jeans, the calculus changed somewhat.
Keita stopped dead in their tracks, clutching their tum and twisting their legs around each other. The pain in their bladder was searing. The warm sensation trickling down their upper thigh was liquid humiliation. Everything about it was awful. They couldn't take it. They hobble-ran into the nearest alley, a thin, smelly corridor with an overflowing dumpster in it, ran behind it so as not to be visible from the street, and tore their pants out of the way, already leaking into them again as they did. When they finally let loose, the messy, intermittent trickles became a solid firehose.
For about ten seconds.
"Excuse me zir!"
"GAH FUCK!!!"
The authoritative tone of the call had been unmistakable. Only a cop would be capable of making the ostensibly respectful words sound so derisive, yet simultaneously so empty and mechanical. Summoning all the strength of a trash compactor into their pelvis, Keita stopped peeing, and began frantically getting themself decent again.
The man turned the corner around the dumpster and laid eyes on the guilty enby.
They finished buttoning up, and looked at him with a mix of shame and fury.
"Hi. Mind telling me what you were just doing back here?"
"..."
"If you're planning something, zir, I will remind you that using magic during a confrontation with a police officer is punishable by sentences beginning at eighteen months in prison."
"..."
"What's this on the ground, zir?"
"..."
"Is it urine? Is it your pee?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
The pair stared at each other, a picturesque microcosm of the dynamic between Laves and its entire nonbinary population. The officer's face was confident, formal, controlled, righteous; Keita's was flushed, pained, and mad as hell. And they still needed to pee.
"Right. I'm going to go ahead and print you a ticket, zir. Don't go anywhere. You can pay this at your local police station, or online." He took a small machine out of his pocket, typed some information into it, took a picture of Keita without warning them first, and then printed the ticket.
"If you'd like to contest this, you have a week. Otherwise, you've got a month to pay it. All right?"
"..."
He nodded. "Run along, now. I'm not leaving you alone in this alley again."
Keita turned their back, and stalked away.
—
"Babe! Did you piss yourself?"
Keita slammed the door behind them as they came into the apartment.
"Babe."
"Shut up."
"Babe!" Hyun walked up and slung his arm around Keita's shoulders. "Babe."
Keita shrugged him off. "I'm taking a shower."
"Babe. Did you piss yourself?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
Keita made their way into the bedroom, returned with a set of clean clothes, and disappeared into the bathroom for fifteen minutes. When they emerged, they were clad only in grey sweatpants and a black crop top. Hyun was waiting for them, an interested grin spread across his face.
"Hi babe."
"Hi."
"Did you pee your pants?"
Keita rolled their eyes and brushed past him into the living room.
"Keita!"
They grabbed his hand. "Come here, mister," they said, and dragged him over to the couch. They sat down, pulled Hyun onto the seat beside them, and scooted in so that their body was pressed up against his. The stress of the day had finally broken their brain, and had left them in that kind of mood. They pulled his hand onto their tum, and pressed down on it.
"Does it feel to you like I peed myself?" they asked.
Hyun's eyes fixated on his partner's body, and he gave their tum a squeeze. It was firm to the touch, and larger than usual. Their skin was taught over the massive water balloon inside. His eyes went wide, and he exhaled hard.
"M-maybe only a little?" he guessed.
Keita nodded. "Order me a new card, my love?"
"Y... yes, my love," Hyun cooed in return.
As he typed on his phone, fingers flying, Keita wrapped their arms around his torso and slumped over onto his lap. Their bladder was still a throbbing, aching mess, but the little bit they'd let out earlier had taken some of the edge off, and being with Hyun made it better. For all his faults, that pee-obsessed boy had completely stolen Keita's heart. The lucky bastard could date any enby in the kingdom and be drowning in fetish fuel every day of his life, but there was something different about the way he looked at Keita. It was there in his eyes even when they didn't need to pee. He was the one reason that having to hold their bladder wasn't all bad, the one person who was allowed to enjoy their plight. They would hold it for him even if Prince Ben and all those who’d come before had never been born. Suddenly Keita felt something poking at them from inside Hyun's pants, and they grinned. The boy was the hottest thing on two legs... and all the more so because they knew he thought the same of them.
"Done," he said, and threw his phone to the side. He put his hands on Keita's back and began gently scritching them. "How are you, my love?"
"Mmmmmmmmm..." They snuggled tighter.
Hyun slid his hand around to the front of Keita's torso again, to get another feel of their bladder. It was so round and protruded, the enby must have weighed five pounds more than normal just from the weight of the liquid. He squeezed it, rubbed it, massaged it, caressed it, and squeezed it some more. Keita's body shivered from the touches, and the waves of pressure their boyfriend’s hand was sending through them made them squirm and wriggle in his lap.
"Stoppppp..." they moaned, wanting nothing more than for him to continue. The pair had a safeword for times like this — you never knew when horniness would strike and you'd want to jump right in. Their hands were clawing at his body, pulling themself into him, burrowing into his legs, giving themself over to him, bladder and all. Hyun couldn't get enough of Keita's body, and Keita couldn't get enough of Hyun's. In these most intimate moments, they were able to put Piss Fascism out of their mind, to briefly forget the true cause of their bladder's perpetual woes. It was for him, it was for him, it was for him.
The lovers groped each other for twenty minutes, until at last the doorbell rang. Keita sat up to allow Hyun to answer the door, and crossed their legs. They were still averse to showing any desperation in front of strangers, but his constant squeezing and tormenting of their bladder had left them reeling; they needed to pee badly.
"Hey, Doordash."
"Hi, thanks!"
"Don't mention it, have a good one."
Hyun took the bags from the delivery bean and shut the door. The room filled with the smell of Chinese takeout.
Keita cocked their head at him as he came back to sit on the couch. "You ordered food?" they asked.
"Mhm!" Hyun said. "I got the veggie egg rolls you like." He unpacked the food from the bags, setting the takeout boxes on the table in front of them. There was enough food for two people. The gears turned in Keita's head.
"How... did... you know I would be home?" they asked.
"I ordered this after you got home, love."
"When?"
"Didn't you see me on the phone?"
"I... I thought you were ordering me a new bathroom card."
"Oh!" Hyun said. A mischivous grin spread across his face, and he reached into his pocket. Out came two silver-green cards, each with the blue raindrop insignia etched onto the front. He transferred one to his other hand, and held Keita's out to them. "You mean this?"
"What."
"Yeah, surprise! You don't need to wait, I've got your pee card right here."
"You found it and you didn't tell me??"
"I... kinda had it all day. Since the morning."
"WHAT."
"Yeah! You know, it was my day off and everything, and I figured, you know, why not spend it having a little fun with—" But suddenly he found he was talking to an empty room. The couch cushion next to him was still depressed with the weight of a person, but he was looking right through the air where that person would be. Invisible: when an enby casts this on themself in the middle of a conversation, you know you screwed up.
"Nah, come on Keita," Hyun said. "Don't be like that, you know I love you." He made a pouty face. "Come on, love, show me that beautiful body of yours again."
The couch cushion decompressed, and footsteps made their way across the room to the window, then back to the couch, then back to the window.
"Keitaaaaa," Hyun said. "Come on, babe, I'm not giving you this until you—"
But the card flew out of his hand before he could finish what he was saying, and floated over to the bathroom at a brisk walking speed.
"YOU'RE THE WORST BOYFRIEND EVER!!!" screamed the air, and the bathroom door slammed shut. |
The Fire Moon’s performer’s accident
This story is based on the characters made by Behavior from Dead by Daylight. In no way all the characters mine and are just being used to make a fanfic. The story only is mine own idea .
Ji-Woon Hak or better known as Trickster amongst his fans was on his tour bus on the way to the Fire Moon Festival to deliver an unforgettable performance.
Ji-Woon was sitting at the diner table with his slim legs crossed knee over knee while he painted his nails black for the Fire Moon Festival performance. He was just finishing his last coat of nail polish, as he felt the bus come to a sudden stop. Ji-Woon looked out the window to see that traffic all around them have also stopped.
Yun-Jin, the Trickster manger, came out from the passenger seat to where Ji-won sat. She stopped for a minute and looked at the red dyed hair singer and sighed, she hated to tell him anything that might disappoint him and his fans.
“Looks like there was an accident ahead of us so we will be stuck here for a while. We will try to get to the Festival on time, but just in case be ready”
Ji-Woon rolled his eyes, he hated to disappoint his fans or do anything to not hear them chant his name.
“We better get there, I can’t disappoint the fans, Yun-Jin”
“I know, we will try our best but we can’t control the traffic, so just in case, be ready”
Ji-Woon hated this but know she was right, the can’t control traffic. Ji-Woon uncrossed his legs and went into the bus changing room to get ready for his performance.
Ji-Woon undressed till he was just in his blue briefs. He stood in front of the mirror in his dressing room and looked at his bare petite body, imaging the audience chanting his name.
10 minutes later he snapped out of it and reentered reality. Ji-Woon smiled at the thought of his day dream and went to get dressed for the night’s performance. Ji-Woon opened his closet and pulled out his Fire Moon Performer outfit; Grey joggers with red belt with white marking around his torso, a black crop top with white markings down his chest, a blue clock with the fire moon on its back and shoulders held on with two chains draped across his smooth, masculine chest, a white head band around his red dyed hair, and red and blue sneakers with no socks.
Ji-Woon then started to apply some make up, a blue and white stripe across his nose as well as some eyeliner. He added some glitter to the nose makeup and to complete the look Ji-Woon put on some jewelry. Three earrings in each ear that were small hops and a hanging one only in his right ear. With two rings on one hand and only one on the other.
While Ji-Woon applied his make up he felt a slight tingle in his lower abdomen but Ji-Woon ignored it. He continued with his make up and when he was done Ji-Woon forgot all about his need to pee.
Ji-Woon exited his dressing room all ready for the festival but looking out the window he saw they still were in traffic. Ji-Woon sighed and sat back down at the table, pulling out his phone. He scrolled though Facebook as he once again crossed his slim legs.
Yun-Jin came out and smiled at The Trickster.
“You look great and ready to give it your best, that’s good since as soon as we get to the festival we need to get on stage to make up for being late”
15 minutes later they pulled into the festival. The audience can be seen outside quietly waiting. Ji-Woon looked outside and couldn’t wait to have them start chanting his name. He stood up in a rush, not even uncrossing his legs first but still found his balance.
When Ji-Woon quickly stood he felt a tingle in his lower abdomen once again reminding him of his need to pee. But once again he put it off so he can get out there and start hearing his beautiful name chanted amongst the crowd.
Ji-Woon ran out of the bus and onto stage.
“The Trickster is here!” The announcer announced.
The crowd went wild as he jumped up on stage and took a bow. As he was bowing, once again he felt the tingle in his lower abdomen. This time he kinda noticed it and he got sightly worried for a second but quickly got caught back in the moment again, putting off his need, not wanting to disappoint his fans anymore.
30 minutes passed and Ji-Woon had officially won back the crowd. He sang song after song while dancing and doing tricks. Hi-Woon was really working to win any doubt the crowd may have so natural he sweated a lot so he also drank tons of water. Everything was going fine. That is till it was not.
40 minutes after the show has started he felt the tingle in his lower abdomen once again, and this time it was stronger. He almost doubled over it was so intense but he mange to get it under control, he couldn’t disappoint his fans again, but he was more carful with his dancing and tricks so he wouldn’t have to drink a lot of water. However, he was still signing his heart out so his mouth got dry which meant more water.
Ji-Woon had it under control but after a few more minutes a huge wave of desperation hit him like a freight train, causing him to leak into his blue briefs.
Ji-Woon eyes got big as he realized what just had happened to him. To afraid to look at his grey joggers he just kept performing hoping nothing showed.
“Am I really going to stay here and wet myself on stage, I should just take a quick break, it’s not like this outfit would be hard to take off unlike some other outfits I have wore?” Ji-Woon thought. “No, I can’t leave, I must hold it”
Ji-Woon kept performing but incorporated more leg crossing in his dance moves by twirling or just crossing them while standing still.
Just as Ji-Woon thought he had his bladder under control he leaked again, soaking his blue briefs even more. His hart sank as he felt the leak and even though he was scared to look he couldn’t help but to look at his grey joggers. Ti his relief nothing showed on them and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. But was quickly overtaken by a need of desperation as Ji-Woon really had to pee now.
Even though he was trying his best the feeling of his wet briefs made Ji-Woon leaked again, and was horrified to see a dime size wet spot on his grey joggers.
Ji-Woon hoped no one had or would notice so he tried to cover the spot with his cloak and keep moving so it would be harder or even impossible to spot. But Ji-Woon was paranoid someone already had saw it.
Ji-Woon now knew he wouldn’t make it and if he stayed on stage performing he would wet himself right there on stage in front of the whole audience and crew, including his manger, Yun-Jin. But he stayed as he knew he couldn’t let down his fans again, they would stop chanting his name for sure if he did, he just had to hold it.
But that didn’t happen and leak after leak occurred and finally despite his best efforts Ji-Woon lost the battle. Hot pee poured effortlessly out of him with a loud hiss. He tried to stop it by grabbing himself and standing with cross legs but all that accomplished was soaking his hand. Pee soaked his blue briefs and grey joggers, soaking his red and white belt as well. Pee ran down both his legs and made obvious dark streaks down them. Pee ran into his red and blue shoes and pooled in them soaking his feet, the pee that didn’t go into his shoes soaked the outside of them darken the blue and red material and then pooling at his feet on the black stage.
The Trickster was frozen in shock at what just happened and to make things worse his fear came true as the audience got quit and just watched in shock. Pee continued to pour out of Ji-Woon’s body and into his briefs and joggers. His blue briefs were now completely soaked and the grey joggers were so wet you could see Ji-Woon’s briefs outlined on them.
Yun-Jin saw what was happening and quickly made her way on to stage. Wrapping a other cloak around Ji-Woon and standing in front of him but carful to avoid stepping in his huge pee puddle Yun-Jin spoke.
“Due to an unforeseeable event we have to cut the Trickster performance shor…”
Ji-Woon grabbed the microphone
“Nothing will stop this performance, Yun-Jin”
Yun-Jin looked at him with a serious but concerned look.
“You just peed your pants you have to come back to the bus now, you can’t perform your best like that.”
Ji-Woon didn’t want to stop the show but he also knew Yun-Jin was right, he couldn’t perform like this, let alone perform his best.
Ji-Woon made his way off stage with his shoes make a squishing noise ever time he took a step and leaving a pee trail as he walked. Yun-Jin followed close behind laying the microphone on the backstage table as she walked by it.
They made it to the bus and Ji-Woon made his way straight to the bathroom to shower. He took off his cloak and shirt and stood there thinking about what just happened. Thinking of how all his fans seeing hook wetting himself and how may of them recorded him peeing his pants. Not to mention the cameras for news outlets or the festival’s cameras.
Eventually he took of his shoes and joggers, carefully not to get pee everywhere, seeing his blue briefs for the first time soaked. And they were just as they felt, absolutely soaked with pee. He then poured out the pee in his shoes into the sink and he was socked at how much pee poured out of them. Ji-Woon then got in the shower and took a nice warm, long shower.
Outside Yun-Jin turned on the news to see a video of Ji-Woon peeing himself with the headline “local performer, The Trickster, wet himself on stage”. Yun-Jin turned it off “well, that was fast” she thought to herself and laid down on the couch waiting for Ji-Woon.
Here is a picture of Ji-Woon in his Fire Moon performer outfit. |
The Hexside School Play
They just finished rehearsal. Luz was dressed as an otter (with a dark side), and Amity was dressed as a cat. Both costumes were onesies, but with zippers on the back of the costume. Who designed these costumes anyways? Luz needed Willow's help to get into costume and Eda's help to get out of costume every rehearsal. The couple were holding hands and walking towards the local Pizza Haunt.
Luz was so excited that Amity agreed to perform in this play with her. It was a story about an otter and a cat falling in love in the battlefield. Such a romantic story! As they were walking towards Pizza Haunt, Luz noticed that Amity was walking a bit slower than usual. So, she slowed down her walking to match her pace.
As they were walking, they talked about the arduous ritual that each one had to perform every rehearsal.
"Emira helps me get into costume before every rehearsal at 3pm," Amity stated. "They're so hard to get into. And also hard to get out of."
"Yeah, Willow has to help me with that back zipper after putting it on too," Luz said. The costume was quite insulated, so Luz was only wearing her underwear underneath the costume. She didn't really like wearing bras. She wondered if Amity also wore minimal clothing underneath the costume.
NO Luz! Stop having creepy thoughts about your girlfriend again! Luz thought to herself. Luz looked away as she felt a blush creep onto her face.
When they arrived, they ordered a medium Hawaiian pizza to share, and Luz ordered a large soda. Amity oddly didn't order any drinks. They sat down at a table to wait for their pizza and started talking about the play.
"Aren't you excited about the licking scene?" Luz asked Amity.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I can't wait for us to lick each other on stage," Amity replied with a blush.
Amity appeared distracted. The animals in the play displayed affection differently than humans do. They like to lick each other on the face to show their affection for each other and the licking scene was the climax of the story that Luz was looking forward to acting out with Amity. She wished that it was a kissing scene though. They've been dating for a month now and both of them were still too scared to kiss each other on the lips. But this will have to do for now, Luz thought. They kiss each other on the cheeks all the time, even in public. Luz loved these displays of affection, but she was worried that a kiss on the lips might be too forward for Amity, she didn't want to make things awkward for her awesome girlfriend after all.
"Amity, are you ok? You seem a bit distracted," Luz asked.
"Huh? No, I'm fine... I uh-, I'm just thinking about my stage fright. I get so nervous when I perform, I have to drink so much water throughout rehearsal to calm down," Amity replied.
Luz noticed that Amity had her legs crossed pretty tightly. Did Amity have to pee? She did see Amity drinking tons of water throughout rehearsal. That would explain her strange behaviour. But why isn't she saying anything? Why didn't she just go use that bathroom over there? Luz thought to herself. Then, their pizza arrived. They both ate their meal, and Luz would take big gulps of her soda between bites.
After they finished their meal, Luz felt a familiar nagging sensation in her lower abdomen. She needed to pee. "Be right back sweet potato, I need to use the bathroom." Luz said. Amity still had her legs crossed, and it looked like she was about to say something to Luz, but Luz gave her a kiss on the cheeks before she headed for the toilets and suddenly Amity was speechless and red faced. Luz loved having that affect on her.
It was now 7pm, about 4 hours since Luz last peed. In the bathroom, Luz noticed how dirty the toilet was. "Ugh, I forgot how dirty public restrooms were," Luz said out loud to herself. She proceeded to go through the motions of removing her pants, but that's when she realized that she was wearing a onesie. And she couldn't take it off by herself, she needed someone to help unzip the zipper at the back of the costume. Luz decided that she didn't have to go that badly and could hold it until they walked back to The Owl House.
Luz came out of the restroom and noticed that Amity was at the counter paying the bill. She always did that on their dates when Luz was distracted. "Sweet potato, you know that I can pay for my own meals," Luz pouted.
"Batata, I'm rich. It's no big deal," Amity replied, as usual. Luz lost count of the amount of times they had this exact same conversation, Amity would never let her pay her back, but of course, she secretly enjoyed it.
Luz decided to use this moment to admire her awesome girlfriend. She looked so cute in that cat onesie, and the pose she was currently doing, the slick way she put her elbow on the counter to support her resting head, the way her legs were crossed, and that beautiful face that looked cuter than any kitten Luz has seen.
Then Luz felt Amity holding her hand, and they started walking to The Owl House. Luz continued to gush about the play and compared it to the Azura series. She made Amity laugh several times. Luz loved it whenever she got Amity to laugh or giggle, it encouraged her to make more of her cheesy jokes. About halfway to The Owl House, after Luz told another cheesy joke and heard a laugh from Amity, Amity doubled over and let it a small groan. "Is everything ok Amity?" Luz asked.
"Yep, I just uh, had to tie my shoelace. I'm all done now." Amity replied.
Again, Luz found Amity's behaviour to be odd. But then she continued to talk about Azura book 5 and how Hecazura became canon in it.
They finally arrived at The Owl House and was greeted by Hooty. "Hoot Hoot! Password please!" Hooty said.
"Hooty, you know us, just open up!" Luz said.
"How do I know you're not a Basilisk pretending to be Luz?" Hooty asked.
As Hooty continued to stall, Luz felt more and more pressure build up in her bladder. And she could've sworn she saw Amity stepping side to side a second ago out of her peripheral vision, but when she looked at her, she was standing still with her legs crossed.
sigh "Hootcifer is the best," Luz said.
"Oh, it really is you Luz! Alright, I'll let you two in, but don't make a mess in the couch," Hooty said with a wink as he opened the door.
"HOOTY!" Luz exclaimed. Both girls were blushing furiously right now.
They stepped inside and Luz immediately called for Eda. "Eda! I'm home! Could you please help me take off this costume? It's starting to become sweaty and disgusting" Luz called out. As Luz waited for a response, she stepped side to side to alleviate the growing pressure in her bladder. There was no response. Luz noticed Amity sitting on the couch with her legs tightly crossed. "Oh yeah, I forgot that Eda was playing Hexes Hold'em with some friends tonight."
"I'm also gonna need help removing this costume," Amity said.
Then Luz heard a moan from Amity, "Ooooh". Luz looked over and saw Amity doubled over with a hand on her crotch. "Amity, do you need to pee?" Luz asked. Amity hesitated, but then responded with a nod. "I've needed to pee for hours." Amity said. "The last time I peed was right before Emira helped me put on this costume. And all the water I drank during rehearsal has made its way to my bladder." Amity explained.
"Oh my gosh, here let me help you take this costume off," Luz offered. Luz proceeded to unzip the costume, then Amity let out a gasp. "Luz, I'm leaking!" Amity exclaimed.
"Oh no! Ok, let's make our way to the toilet while I take off the costume." Luz said.
"Ok, good idea. Luckily it felt like it was only a small leak," Amity responded.
Amity slowly hobbled to the washroom as Luz was unzipping her costume. But then the zipper got stuck. "Oh no, Amity, the zipper is stuck!" Luz exclaimed.
Luz noticed Amity starting to panic. She could see the toilet right there and felt her own bladder sending frantic signals to empty it so she crossed her legs. But Luz couldn't use it yet. No, she had to let Amity use it first. After all, Amity was desperately stepping from side to side, then, she doubled over again and stuck a hand into her crotch. A dark spot started appearing on her onesie.
Luz felt her cheeks burning as she stared at Amity's pee dance. She's never seen her Cotton Candy Haired Goddess in this state before, and it was oddly appealing to something inside of her. Luz's hands stopped unzipping the costume for a moment as Luz was appreciating the view.
"Luz!!! My bladder's about to explode. Could you please hurry!!!" Amity frantically exclaimed.
"Oh right, sorry," Luz replied.
Then, Luz finally unzipped the onesie. She felt her cheeks burn hotter as more of Amity's bare skin got revealed and Luz realized that Amity was only wearing her underwear and bra underneath her costume.
"Luz, I think my pee is gonna come out as soon as I remove my hand from my crotch." Amity stated. With a deep blush, she added, "could you please help me take off this costume completely?"
Both girls knew that doing this would mean that Luz would be seeing Amity almost naked. Still blushing, Luz replied, "Ok."
Luz proceeded to remove the costume from Amity, revealing more of her bare skin as she did so. Then, she was reminded of her own need to pee. A wave of desperation washed over Luz and she stuck a hand to her crotch and squirmed a little until it passed. Then she continued to help Amity strip. When she finally got most of the costume off of Amity, she noticed how her underwear was covered in pee and how there were streaks of pee running down her legs. This gave Luz a tingling sensation in her crotch.
"Ok Luz, you can leave now!" Amity said a bit too quickly in a mean tone. Both their faces were scarlet red. Though Luz knew she didn't mean to be mean, she just really had to pee and needed privacy. Luz promptly left the bathroom.
As soon as Luz exited the bathroom and closed the door for Amity. She heard a loud stream of pee hitting the toilet. This increased Luz's desperation tenfold. She immediately crossed her legs and jammed her hands into her crotch. She was squirming and stepping side to side. Though, she somehow avoided leaking, at least for now.
She was now debating whether to move to a location where she couldn't hear Amity's loud pee stream, or to stay near the bathroom so that she could pee as soon as Amity was done. But her thoughts drifted to Amity's pee dance from earlier. She fantasized about Amity wetting her pants a lot more as she was doing that dance, all that squirming, those entrancing movements, the darkening onesie. Luz started rubbing her crotch with a hand, and it numbed the pain of her bladder a little as it generated a wave of pleasure.
After what felt like a long time, Luz could still hear Amity peeing, though it was quieter.
"Sweet potato, are you done yet? I also have to pee really badly," Luz said, almost pleadingly.
"Almost mi Batata, I still have a bit of pee left in me. And didn't you go at Pizza Haunt?" Amity asked.
"I couldn't take my otter onesie off so I decided to hold it," Luz replied.
"Ok, just hold it for another minute Batata," Amity responded.
The waves of desperation came back with a vengeance after Luz's wave of pleasure went away. She had to cross her legs tightly, step side to side, and she jammed her hand up her crotch as much as the fabric of the onesie would allow her to. She felt her control slip away as she felt her urethra pulsing, about to expel the pee that was ballooning in her bladder for the past several hours. Then, she felt wetness in her panties, she just leaked. She clenched her butt and her sphincter, but not before another squirt of pee escaped.
"Amity, please hurry, I'm leaking!" Luz begged.
"Ok, one sec, I'm wiping," Amity replied.
Every second that passed felt like a minute to Luz. She had to pee so badly. Her bladder was aching so much. Then the door opened. Luz quickly rushed inside. About to take off her pants, she realized that she was still in her onesie.
"Ooooh," Luz moaned. A huge wave of desperation washed over her, and she felt herself leaking more pee onto her panties.
"Here, let me help you take this off," Amity offered. Luz nodded weakly, hands still jammed to her crotch. As Amity unzipped the onesie more and more, she realized that Luz wasn't wearing a bra, and her face turned red. Luz noticed this and giggled a little, but that caused her onesie to darken near her crotch.
Finally, Amity got Luz out of her onesie, and she immediately pulled down her underwear and sat on the toilet because a jet of pee was already spraying out of her. Embarrassed by her display of indecency in front of her girlfriend, Luz's face turned into a tomato, and she couldn't find the words to ask Amity to give her some privacy. She wasn't even sure if she minded Amity seeing her like this. She looked over at Amity, who was equally as red faced, but also already outside the bathroom and in the process of closing the door for Luz. As the door was closing, Luz noticed Amity steal a glance at her and she blushed even harder at the realization.
Luz breathed a sigh of relief as she was emptying her bladder. It felt so good to release all that pee after it had been stretching the walls of her bladder to its limits. She sat there for what felt like 5 minutes until she finally felt her stream diminishing. Afterwards, she wiped and washed her hands and proceeded to join her girlfriend outside.
Luz gave Amity some of her own clothes to wear for now since her underwear and onesie were soaked. Her red faced girlfriend took the clothes and went into the bathroom again for a quick shower and change. Then Luz did the same. After that, the two mutually agreed to not talk about it by remaining awkwardly silent about it for a few minutes, until Luz suggested they watch a movie together.
"Wanna watch Good Witch Azura 2: Field of Deadly Fates?" Luz asked.
"I would love to!" Amity replied.
They went into the kitchen to gather some snacks and drinks. Then they sat in the living room couch to watch the movie.
After that whole ordeal, Luz was hungry again, so she began eating a lot of popcorn and drank a big bottle of pop throughout the movie. About half way through the movie, she suddenly felt something soft lying on her shoulder. She turned her head, and saw that her awesome girlfriend had fallen asleep on her shoulder. Luz smiled, then proceeded to place her head on top of Amity's soft hair and fell asleep too.
THE END
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A/N: By now, we've had two stories on this forum that plays on the trope of "Amity comes from a rich family, so she's expected to hold her bladder in public no matter what". This story also uses that trope, but without explaining it because I assume that if you're reading this story, you're familiar with the other two by now:
- The torment of a Blight
- Amity Blight's trip to the human realm
Hopefully, you picked up on that without an explicit explanation, but if you didn't, here it is lol.
I didn't plan for this story to be a prequel of "My Awesome Girlfriend Likes to Use Me as a Pillow", but the progression of the story just worked out that way for the ending to nicely tie into that story. At first, I didn't even reference my other story before writing the ending to this one. I just wrote down a random movie from the show, but then I was like, "if I'm gonna make this a prequel, I should be consistent" so I looked it up. And was pleasantly surprised to realize that I just happened to pick the same movie.
In addition, I have one more story I will post soon (awesome sauce!), but it's unrelated to The Owl House, and after that, Imma take a long break from writing.
This is a one-shot story, meaning there is no (direct) continuation planned. Though, this story was written in Luz's POV, and I feel like Amity's POV would also make for an interesting story in of itself. But I'm too lazy to do that atm lol. Maybe if there's enough comments requesting it, I might make it. No promises though.
Edited April 5, 2022 by Golden Guard
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A/N: Commission I did for Cyan's birthday
“For the last time, I don’t want to have to deal with you right now,” Cyan snaps, not that you have any intention of listening to her. This is how it always goes, with all three of the girls; none of them ever want to admit to having you around, yet they never actually have that much problem with it. And what once started as an attempt to get closer to their mistress turned into a relationship with them as well, though at least Halibel does not give you the level of trouble that any of these three do.
That being said, Cyan is particularly snappy right now, and you can’t figure out what it is that is making her lash out more than she has been lately. She had been starting to mellow out around you, at least a little bit, but today, she is showing you no mercy, snapping at you every chance she gets, as she does what she can to get you to leave her alone once and for all. Normally, it seems more like she is trying to convince herself that she does not want you around, but this time, you’re really starting to think that she means it, and that you have done something so horrible that Cyan no longer wants anything to do with you. If only you could figure out what you did.
What you don’t realize, why Cyan won’t let you realize, is that it actually doesn’t have anything to do with you. Right now, she has to pee, and since you’re around, she does not want to admit to that, does not want to show any signs of weakness. Even though it is getting so bad that she can hardly stand still, and so bad that she is not sure how much longer she can make it like this, she still does not want to tell you, and would rather do anything other than let you know why she wants some privacy.
Which means that she has to keep hoping she can be mean enough to get rid of you, but with how used to her nastiness you are, it’s hard to phase you. Even if you are worried that she means it this time, that just makes you want to stick around and figure out what you could have done, so that you can make sure you never do it again. With all the progress that you have made with Cyan, you definitely do not want to risk undoing it all, and ruining what you have begun to build with her. No matter how difficult she can be at times, you still care about her, and know that the feeling is mutual, despite what she may claim.
“Stop making me repeat myself, and get out of my sight,” she demands, her voice like venom. Normally, she is more fond of backhanded insults, as opposed to being blatantly and obviously cruel, which only makes you worry more. Of course, she is just having trouble thinking, because her bladder is stealing all of her focus, and she can’t be quite as witty as she normally is.
She keeps her thighs pressed together as tight as she can, and even that is not enough to protect her from the slight leaks that keep getting through. Cyan has never had to piss this badly in all her life, and it has only gotten this bad because she refuses to admit to you that she has such a need. While you continue to wonder what might be wrong with her, she continues to fight it, and berate you uselessly, so very frustrated that you will not learn to take a hint for once.
“Have I done something?” you finally ask.
“What haven’t you done?” she snaps back. Even if she could think of some heinous crime to pin on you, it would not work to get rid of you, and she knows that. It would just result in you groveling at her feet, and ignoring her continued requests to just go away. Cyan is realizing, much too late, that there is really nothing she can do other than admitting to the truth, and as much as she hates to do that, she has no choice.
Except she has already pushed it too far.
She realizes this in horror, just before she is about to open her mouth and admit to it. Just before she is about to do something that might effectively get rid of you, her bladder gives out on her, and that is the end of that. You watch her, not sure what is going on at first, until you realize that her clothing is being soaked through, and then slowly, your mind begins to process the sight in front of you. You realize that Cyan is wetting herself, and then realize that this is the reason she was so on edge, that it had nothing to do with anything you did.
The relief you feel when you realize that is quickly overpowered by another feeling, that feeling is not sympathy for her plight. Instead, you realize that seeing her like this, face quickly reddening, is one of the most arousing things that you have ever seen. Definitely not something you want to let her figure out, but it’s already too late to try and do something about your erection, and then Cyan’s eyes dart down, and her face of humiliation becomes one of disgust.
“You’re honestly hard right now? Just when I thought you couldn’t sink lower, you’re…oh, you’re so shameless!” she berates you, but in truth, she has her reasons. For one thing, getting angry at you is a good way to deflect from just how embarrassed she is right now. For another, she can use her anger to keep you from fingering out that she might be a little turned on too, though she can’t for the life of her figure out why that would be.
As for you, you never mind when Cyan goes off on you.
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A/N: Commission
Elaine got lost during her search for Mewtwo, which is not at all good on her bladder. She has had to learn a lot of endurance during her time on the road, but even so, she has her limits. Perhaps she should have been more cautious before setting out, but of course, she didn’t think about it. That is definitely something that she needs to learn to be more careful about, and despite her growing endurance, it has been a lesson not all that easy for her to learn.
Still, she thinks that she can make it out of this situation without any real trouble. True, she is going to have to deal with what happens once she does find Mewtwo, but if it gets too bad before she finds her way, she can just relieve herself here, certain that no one will happen upon her with her shorts down. And if she can hold it long enough to get there, then she is sure that she can hold it to the very end.
But she underestimates her ability to find her way there, and she does not stop to consider other factors that might negatively impact her situation. When she is able to finally find Mewtwo, battling successfully and catching the Pokemon, she thinks that things are going well, and that it is nearly over. If she just retraces her steps, she can find her way back out of here a lot more easily than she found her way in, and she can use a proper bathroom in no time at all.
Elaine is sure that she can hold it that long, even though it is starting to get a little bit bad for her. In her mind, things are going well, but she just does not consider any other factors that might negatively impact the situation.
~X~
Leaf is on the hunt for Mewtwo as well, and not having much luck with her search at all. She wants to capture Mewtwo more than anything, and knows that she is just right for the task. She just has to actually find the Pokemon if she is going to pull this off, and there lies the problem. It is dark, and she is not sure where to look, which means that this is taking way too long.
Before she set off, she did not feel any need to pee, but now, things are starting to get pretty bad for her, though she does her best to ignore that fact. Her bodily needs can be put on hold for now, when there is something more important on the line. She does not want to waste time on something like that, and does not want to risk either getting caught doing that in the cave, or risk someone else beating her to her goal. More than anything else, she wants to press on, and her bladder is not going to get in the way of her getting what she wants.
As she moves forward, she keeps a Pokeball in her hand, ready to throw it whenever she so much as catches a glimpse of Mewtwo. Sure, it may be dark in here, but she has her eyes perfectly trained forward, studying the slightest movements, looking out for anything that might be her target. She is ready for this, more ready than she has ever been for anything.
Which is why she never considers the fact that someone could have gotten there before her. Of course, she is worried about that possibility, but that is why she is ignoring her own needs, why she is pressing on without stopping. In her mind, the fact that she is not worrying about her bladder and instead keeping her eyes on the prize should be enough to ensure that she is the one who emerges with what she set out for. There should not be any other reason for anyone else to beat her to her goal.
And so, when she sees something up ahead, slight movement, she knows it must be Mewtwo. It seems like this creature is roughly the right size, but it is too dark for her to really make it out. No matter; she has to be ready to strike now, before her chance is gone, and so, she throws her Pokeball, aimed perfectly and making direct contact.
“Ow! What was that?!” a young, female voice cries out, and Green realizes that this is not Mewtwo. But this is where Mewtwo should be, and no one else should have beaten her here, because she didn’t even stop for a bathroom break! Just what is going on?
~X~
Because Elaine never considered any other factors, she definitely did not expect to run into someone in the cave, or for that someone to throw a Pokeball at her, due to mistaking her for a Pokemon in the dark. With her goal achieved, she thought that she would be able to hurry back to civilization and empty her bladder, but the sudden strike of that ball puts an end to that assumption.
It also startles her so much that she leaks a little bit, but she is trying not to show that.
"Oh, whoops! You're not a Pokemon! Sorry, it's so dark in here, I saw you and thought you were some kind of Pokemon," the girls says. “Well, nice to meet you. My name’s Leaf!”
“I’m Elaine,” she replies. She hopes that they can wrap this up quickly, but she has a feeling that she is not going to be so lucky. In fact, she has a feeling that things are going to get a lot more complicated.
"So, hey, I'm just curious…are you here because you're also looking for…you know, something special?" Leaf asks. Yup, things are definitely getting more complicated.
“Do you mean Mewtwo?” Elaine asks in return, ready to just get down to business, rather than trying to play dumb.
“Right, Mewtwo!”
“Well, I actually already caught Mewtwo,” she says. She does not want to waste too much time on this conversation when she already has to pee this badly, so she’s blunt about it, not really caring about the fact that Leaf set out for the same goal as her.
Leaf, of course, does not take that well. “What? But that’s not fair! I’ve been searching all day, you can’t have caught him first!”
“How is that not fair? I’ve been searching too, and I’m the one who got here and caught him,” Elaine argues, not sure what Leaf is basing her own argument on. “That’s just the way things are.”
“No, no, that’s not right.” Even as she continues with the argument, Leaf can feel a twinge in her bladder, telling her that she needs to wrap this up. However, she has no interest in doing so, not until she gets what she wants. She did not come all the way out here, ignoring all her chances for a bathroom break, traversing the dark cave, just to find out that Mewtwo has already been captured, and that she does not even get a fair chance to try. Any other Pokemon, she might be able to walk away from and cut her losses, but this is not that sort of situation, not something she can just ignore.
“I don’t know what else to tell you,” Elaine says, wondering just how long this can go on for. She does feel a bit sorry for Leaf, because she knows how she would feel if she had ended up just a little bit too late, but there isn’t anything she can do. She can’t turn back time, and even if she could, it’s not like she would want to give up her catch, just so some girl she has never even met before wouldn’t be disappointed. Then she would just end up disappointed, and her journey would have been for nothing, and with how badly she has had to pee through most of it, that’s not something she would ever want to give up so easily.
Neither of them realize that the other is struggling with a similar battle, or that that is part of what makes the other so stubborn about it all. Of course, that is not the only reason for either, but it is weighing in on their decision quite a bit more than it should be, and makes Leaf a lot more stubborn about this, when she should really just cut her losses and make sure that she does not end up actually wetting herself. It is bad enough that she risked it for Mewtwo only to lose out, it would be worse if she ended up actually doing it because she could not accept the fact that someone else got there first.
And yet, even knowing that is the case, she just can’t bring herself to back down, not without the Mewtwo that she has her heart set on.
Elaine squeezes her thighs together, trying to keep her movements subtle. It is a little embarrassing to admit to her predicament, especially to a stranger, and she does not want to give Leaf anymore leverage over her. Leaf has not said anything for several seconds, just staring her down, and she wants to hope that that means they are nearly done with this. Of course, she knows better than to hope for something like that, and that is confirmed when Leaf finally speaks again.
“We should let him decide who he wants to go with,” Leaf insists. “It isn’t fair that you got to capture such an amazing Pokemon first, without even consulting him about how he feels on the matter.” She nods, clearly proud of herself, but Elaine is not convinced by that argument in the slightest. Mainly because she knows Leaf would not feel the same way if the tables were turned, and that she is just pulling this out of her ass to try and give Elaine pause.
“How does that make sense? Do you ask every Pokemon you catch if there’s some other trainer they’d rather go with?” Elaine asks. “I mean, does anyone do that? You’re getting into some pretty complicated territory if you’re going to suggest that is the only right way to do things.”
Leaf scowls at her, pausing as she tries to think of a response. Of course, she should have known that Elaine would get her there, but she had hoped the slightly younger trainer would just listen to her. That being said, she is not sure what she would do if Mewtwo decided that he wanted to stay with Elaine anyway, or worse, decided that he did not want to be caught, leaving them both with nothing and making her look quite bad if she decided to chase after him and subdue him anyway.
Actually, come to think of it, her argument does get into some complicated territory, but it is hard for her to think about those sorts of consequences when she just really has to pee, and wants to get the Pokemon she deserves, and get on out of here. Elaine is refusing her offer, and she should just accept that, because it could land them both in a worse situation, but she does not have much else to go on.
She needs to think of a way to convince the other girl, and fast, before she loses control. While she scowls and tries to think it through, Elaine shuffles from foot to foot, wondering if she should just try to slip past this girl and run for it. She is not going to make it much longer, and she has pretty much already given up on making it to a proper bathroom to do her business. At this point, she will just be glad for some level of privacy, so that she can empty her bladder and be done with it. She just needs to make sure that Leaf can give her that much.
“Look, I just think…I just think you shouldn’t make such a rash decision for a special Pokemon!” Leaf says. As bad as she knows her argument is, it is the only one that she can think of when her bladder is giving her such a big distraction, so she has to go along with it. Whatever it takes to help her along, and if she risks losing out completely and causes Elaine to lose out too, she supposes that is better than not trying at all, and never knowing if she had a chance.
“I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”
“It really should be his choice. He isn’t like any old Pokemon, you know. Mewtwo is very special, so…so…I just think it’s only fair that we both have a chance to see who he would rather go with!” she insists. No matter what it takes, she is going to fight for her chance, and maybe she will be lucky. Maybe Mewtwo will be able to tell that she is the more worthy trainer, and then it will all be worth it. Even if she has to stand with her legs crossed right now and feels like she could pee herself at any second, it will be worth it if she is the one who gets to walk out of here with Mewtwo.
“That’s not going to happen. You’re just trying to make excuses because you’re mad that I beat you to him, but that’s just life. I’m sorry that you wasted your time, but I’m not going to make all of my time be a waste,” Elaine says, hoping that is finally enough to get her point across. Of course, she does not really expect it to be, not with the way that Leaf has been having up until now. She does not seem like the type who is capable of seeing reason, even when that reason is as obvious as can be, even when it would make perfect sense to even the youngest and most simple minded of trainers.
These are just the rules of things, and Elaine doesn’t have time for this, besides which. Her bladder is about to burst if she does not get away from here soon, and Leaf is just irritating her more than anything, as she tries to fight against that and fight this stubborn girl who simply can’t take no for an answer.
However, she does not expect Leaf’s next argument to be, “You’re just saying that because you’re scared.”
“Excuse me? What do I have to be scared of, exactly?”
“You’re scared that Mewtwo will choose me over you, and then you’ll have to admit defeat! It’s so obvious that that’s the only reason you won’t let me have my fair chance. The fact that you have such a selfish heart is really proof that he would not want to choose you, so I guess I can’t really blame you for being so afraid.”
Elaine knows that this is just bait, and yet, she can’t stop herself from taking the bait. She glares and says, “There’s no way that would happen, because I did the right thing and got here first and caught Mewtwo first! He would recognize that as the right choice and want to stay with me!”
“You’re just applying human logic to it, but you don’t know that’s going to be the case,” Leaf says. “But if you’re so sure, if you really have nothing to be afraid of, then just let him out here, and we’ll see what he has to say on the subject.”
At this point, she knows that she is not going to be able to get out of here unless she humors Leaf. Besides, Elaine really wants to wipe that smug look off her face, nearly as much as she wants to find somewhere to empty her bladder. And so, she decides to go along with it, in the hopes that this will be over with quickly, and she can finally go pee. There is no doubt in her mind that Mewtwo will make the right decision, and then she can have some satisfaction to go with her relief.
However, it is already too late for her. She realizes it just as she is sending out Mewtwo, and the leak that she feels turns out to be more than just a leak. All at once, everything else is forgotten as she shoves her hands between her legs, crying out in her disbelief, trying to fight it off even though it is already happening. In front of her new Pokemon and the girl who seems to think that she is entitled to him, Elaine wets herself, the dark stain spreading on her shorts before she completely soaks through them.
Leaf is so stunned as she watches that she realizes too late that she has lost control as well. Her focus slips just enough for it to start coming out, and then she is wetting herself as well, and unable to put a stop to it either. The two of them face each other down as they pee themselves, and Elaine’s eyes widen, her horror turning to surprise and amusement when she realizes that Leaf is in the same boat as her.
However, the amusement does not last long, as a new feeling begins to take hold, one that Leaf is already beginning to feel. There is something about watching the other lose control that makes each girl feel…strange, in a way that they can’t quite put their finger on at first. But once they do figure out what it is, it only becomes that much harder to believe, because how could either of them possibly be turned on by the other? And by watching the other wet herself, no less!
But that is all there is to it, and with both of their bladders empty, and the two of them feeling awkward by how aroused they are, there is only one thing left to do- try and settle this mess with Mewtwo.
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Shishiro Botan stretched on the futon, having grown tired of all the games of Battlefield she’d been dominating in. She looked at the clock on the wall. “She should be back in a couple of minutes,” the lioness said to herself aloud. She couldn’t resist but let a grin creep onto her face, she excitement untamable as she thought about the devious plan she hatched for her girlfriend. Today was April Fool’s Day, and Botan couldn’t let the opportunity to expose her other half to her fetish slip by. She loved watching girls fill their underwear. She could never imagine doing it herself, but the humiliation one experiences from soiling their pants sent jolts of electricity up her spine. As repulsive as it was, all the stories she’d heard about their seniors loading their panties with shit got her going harder than anything. She had decided a while back that she had to take advantage of the silly holiday to reveal this to her lover under the guise of a prank.
“Sorry I took so long coming back!” Botan’s train of thought was broken as a higher-pitched voice accompanied the sound of the front door opening. The source came from a familiar snow-elf, who was in the middle of taking off her shoes in the entrance.
“Ah, Lamy, welcome back,” Botan said while trying to get her heartrate under control. “I bought sushi for dinner. That fine?”
“Yup! Sounds good.” Lamy walked up and kissed her favorite lion-girl on the cheek. “I’ll make some tea. Jasmine, your favorite,” the blue-haired girl said with a wink. Botan smiled in reply. It almost made her feel bad for what she was going to do.
Dinner went over without a hitch, and both girls cuddled together on the futon, with an occasional exchange of kisses between them. As the mood rose, and as Botan thought enough time had passed, she made her move. In one swift motion, she flung herself on top of Lamy’s lap, facing her dead on and functionally pinning her to the furniture with her weight. This sent the bottom girl’s heart racing as lewd thoughts filled her head.
“Hey, I’m really in the mood.” Botan started to gently rub her crotch against her lover’s leg, eliciting soft moans from the both of them. She leaned into a kiss, forcing her tongue into the elf’s mouth. After a few minutes, Botan pulled back and stared her now aroused girlfriend’s beet-red face. “Close your eyes,” she demanded. Lamy was more than happy to comply, shutting her eyes as she leaned in for another kiss. The lioness complied, entrancing her in another passionate kiss, distracting her from the fact that her arms were being moved. The snow-white girl lost herself in the moment, letting the predator take its prey. Then, without warning, Lamy heard two loud clicks in rapid succession. This snapped her back into reality, as she tried and failed to get up from her seat. In her stupor, Botan had handcuffed her to one of the supports of the futon, trapping her to their lovemaking spot. Botan started snickering, “Hehe, April fools.”
“What’s this about?” Lamy struggled against her confines but gave up after a few hard tugs. With a blush, she told her partner, “What would you have me do?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” Botan started with a giggle, “I want you to poop your cute little panties.”
“What?!” Lamy started struggling hard, only now noticing a tense feeling in her gut. “Don’t tell me…”
“What’s the matter? The sushi hit you hard?” Botan snorted, finding pleasure in her lover’s turmoil. Lamy whimpered as she started to shift her position, a newfound desperation filling her body.
“Please let me go!” Lamy pleaded, violently rubbing her legs together as her control over her body started to loosen. An hour had passed, and she was at the end of her rope, being stuck in a state of despair, but in the same breath feeling aroused from the helplessness of it all.
“Go where?” Botan was having the time of her life, naturally. The lion could feel her stomach start to hurt a little, but decided to ignore it for the time being, knowing the using the bathroom now might result in missing the elf-girl’s messy accident. She placed some pet sheets under her girlfriend to ensure the impending mess didn’t ruin their furniture. Lamy could only whimper as she watched her significant other treat her like a pet.
“Th-the toilet… please let me use the toilet!” Lamy struggled one final time, pulling away from the futon, but failing. As if her body knew that victory was impossible, her anus opened against her will. Lamy gasped as she started to feel something snake out of her ass and into her snow-print panties.
“Wow…” Those were the only words Botan could manage as she watched the love of her life uncontrollably soil herself. She couldn’t help herself from going up to the poor girl and cupping her hand over the expanding bottom of the underwear, feeling the warmth and texture mush against her palm and back against Lamy’s now shit-covered butt. Looking at the front, Botan swore she could’ve also seen a bit of dampness in the front of Lamy’s panties. Those thoughts were cut short, however, by the sound of sobbing coming from in front of her. Their eyes met, tears clearer than crystal streaming down the defiled girl’s face. The guilt hit Botan like a brick as the gravity of what she just did set in. Apologizing profusely, the lioness undid Lamy’s restraints and guided her to bathroom, where she was pushed away, and the door slammed shut in her face. Lamy couldn’t bring herself to do anything to clean herself, so she opted for the most childish option. She lowered her bottom onto the closed toilet seat, spreading her mess to every corner of her underwear as she sobbed quietly. Botan could hear the girl whimper from the other side, an emotional pain growing in her heart. What she didn’t know, however, was that Lamy was smirking devilishly upon her messy throne, ready to perform her sadistic deed.
“Shit, I really fucked this up,” Botan thought to herself. The implications of what might happen crawled down her spine without mercy. The idea that she may have ruined her relationship with Lamy forever wouldn’t escape her mind. The possibility that the elf would never speak to her again stabbed through her again and again. “I gotta fix this and fast!” The silver-haired girl finished mulling through her head as she knocked gently on the door. “Lamy, are you okay?”
“No…” Lamy lied through crocodile tears as she lightly rubbed herself through her dirty panties. “You could never know how this feels.”
“I…,” Botan trailed off. She was completely right. Never once had Botan messed herself since infancy. Her fetish completely disregarded other peoples’ feelings in exchange for her personal enjoyment. Guilt now having surfaced its way to her throat, Botan exploded in a long and thorough apology. “P-Please! Let me do something to make it up. Anything! I messed up. No, I fucked up! I fucked it all up because I’m a selfish idiot! So please… please, let me have a chance to make it right! I love you more than anything, and I could never go on without you… so please. I’ll do anything you say…” The lioness started choking up to the point where she couldn’t form words anymore. Lamy also started to choke up a bit, her tears becoming real as she felt her partner’s unconditional love. However, she had come too far to not get what she wanted out of this situation.
“Anything?”
“Y-yeah…” Botan regained some of her composure, but nothing could prepare her for what her girlfriend was about to say.
“Poop your panties.”
“W-w-w-wha… what?” Botan took a small step back in shock, in utter disbelief of what she just heard. As she processed the words in her mind, the door opened, revealing a red-faced Lamy, still in her dirty panties.
“I-it’s only fair…,” Lamy stuttered before continuing, “you made me mess myself against my will… so it’s only fair that you do the same…”
“I-I don’t know…” The lioness’s cowardice was on full display, but Lamy would not back down. She had filled her panties with crap for the first time since childhood. She deserved her vengeance, as well as her release.
“So much for anything…” Lamy sighed and began to close the door on her lover again. This pulled at Botan’s heartstrings exactly as intended as the stopped the door with her foot.
“W-wait…” Botan held her head down, attempting to calm her nerves. “I’ll do it.”
“Really…?” Lamy looked at the lion-girl with puppy-dog eyes.
“Yeah…” Botan turned around and lifted her pencil skirt, showing off her black lingerie to the other girl. Lamy almost let out a giggle at the sight. “Here we go…” The pain in her stomach from earlier fortunately made the process a lot easier, but the proud lioness’s face illuminated red as she gave a small push against her bowels. That was all it took as a slimier, mushier mass eased its way into her lace panties. As the poop slid around and progressively occupied her underwear, Botan recognized the irony in her current situation. The panties she had prepared for bedroom playtime after Lamy cleaned up were now the same panties she was purposely filling like a baby. She spread her legs further, giving her crotch and ass more room to breath with all the shit now suffocating them. “I, uh, finished…”
“Good girl.” Lamy wasted no time in sticking her hand down the front of Botan’s panties, using the other hand to pleasure herself as she showered the lioness in kisses along the neck. “I’m glad that tea seemed to do its job.”
“Wha-,” Botan didn’t have time to finish her sentence as Lamy cut her off with her own lips. For around five minutes, the pair made out as the elf-girl pleasured the both of them, not a word uttered from either girl. Simultaneously, the lovers hit their peak together, climaxing on Lamy’s hands. After a brief respite, Lamy turned Botan around and stared her in her cloudy, grey eyes before cracking a smile.
“April fools.” |
A/N: This commission was originally posted as two separate stories, hence the long title, cos I stitched the two together. There are a lot of instances of wetting, but the fic overal focuses on Rachel, and then Bettie. Also there's some mild sexual content at one point, in the form of a couple getting walked in on while doing the do
Rachel has a pretty busy job, doing whatever Lear needs of her. She takes that job very seriously, though maybe not quite as seriously as Sawyer. Whatever the case, the two of them are always doing their best for their master, and when he has them both patrolling Pasio to make sure that Team Break is not up to anything, she is not going to let anything get in her way.
Unfortunately, that includes the needs of her own body, something that she knows she would gladly ignore for Lear’s sake, for the sake of getting her job done just right. That sounds noble in theory but, of course, it is quite a pain in practice, as she is quick to learn.
From what she knows, they should be up to something today, but she is not sure what it is that that might be, nor where she can find or stop them. That is why she and Sawyer have to stay on their toes, covering as much ground as possible, and not letting anything escape their notice. At first, Rachel is not distracted by anything, taking it all as seriously as she would want to, but when she first starts to notice her need to pee, that is when the problem arises.
Right away, from the moment the pang in her bladder first makes itself known, she is annoyed by that. The last thing she needs to worry about right now is needing to pee. Taking a break to go to the bathroom during such a serious situation could lead to something important escaping her notice, and for all she knows, there is someone tailing her, waiting for her to get distracted by her own needs so that they can signal for the plan to be carried out.
Even a few minutes away from the action could mean a disaster, and she would not be able to show her face to Lear again after that. She would have to admit that she failed him because of her own bladder, and then what? It would be a ridiculous excuse, and she is sure that Sawyer would have words for as well. Getting a lecture from him is hardly on her list of fun things to do, so overall, she knows that she can’t go to the bathroom until she is done with her patrol, and she is honestly not sure when that is supposed to.
All she can do is push the need to the back of her mind for the time being, doing whatever she can to forget about the fact that she has to pee. It is not so bad right now, just an annoyance that she would have already taken care of, if she had the freedom to do so. But in a situation where she does not have that freedom, she knows that she can hold it for a quite a while. It has been a long time since she has last had to push herself to her limits, but she is certain that she can handle a lot, that this will not be a problem.
And so, she pushes that needs of her bladder to the back of her mind and focuses on the task at hand, paying close attention to everything, everywhere she goes. The only problem with that is that it is not long before she sees a reminder of her current predicament in the form of two trainers from Alola having wet themselves. At first, she has to do a double take; she can hardly believe what she is seeing, but there they are, plain as day. Hau and Selene are trying to comfort themselves, both of them with obvious stains on their shorts, stains that could only be caused by one thing.
What are the odds that she would run into two trainers that have wet themselves while trying to avoid thinking about her own need to pee? It seems odd, for sure, but not completely impossible. Accidents happen, even if she would never let something like that happen to her. At least they have each other and can take comfort from that, she supposes, and she goes about her business, not stopping to stare or anything like that. It would surely make them both feel bad if they knew she was looking, so she pretends that she does not notice them, pretends that this does not make the panging in her bladder a little bit worse, and keeps on moving.
It would be easy to forget that, if not for the fact that she passes another trainer in the same situation. She really thinks her eyes are playing tricks on her this time, but when she looks again, she sees Flannery doubled over, one hand against a tree to help keep her balance. The back of her pants show the obvious signs of an accident, and Rachel knows that, if she were to turn around right now, she would be able to see the wetness on her crotch as well. Probably also an upset and defeated expression on her face, but Rachel does not stick around for that to happen, once again not wanting to let the defeated trainer know that they have been spotted.
But, really, what are the odds? It was one thing when it was two kids, who may have just gotten lost together or something, but it is another thing when it is a third person and an adult, so soon after the first two trainers. Is something going on that Rachel did not know about, something that might cause an inconvenience in getting to the bathroom? No, if there was something, then she would have been told about that.
It could just be a very strange coincidence, so that is what she decides to file it away under, for now. However, it is not long before she happens a fourth unlucky trainer, and knows that there has to be something else going on here, something more deliberate. She can’t quite determine what that might be, guessing on her own, but whatever the case, she is almost certain that this has to be related to whatever it is that Team Break was trying to plan.
Whether it be a means of lowering morale in such a simple manner, or something to get everyone distracted by their clean ups and rushing to the bathroom to try and avoid such a clean up, she can think of a lot of reasons that they might try such a low tactic. Without any proof of it, she can’t say for sure, and she is definitely not going to report it until she knows for sure, but at the very least, she has a feeling that she has a lead.
“Ugh, this is such a pain,” she mutters to herself. Of all things for them to be focusing on today, it had to be something like that, when she already had to pee. And she can’t even blame her need on whatever their scheme might be; she is almost completely certain that it is entirely due to her own negligence, because she would be getting desperate at any time, after waiting this long to focus on something else.
That being said, things are still rather difficult for her, specifically because of their potential plotting. Just seeing those first three trainers is bad enough, and when she lays eyes on the fourth unlucky case, it just reminds her of her own need. Just like with those first three, Rachel pretends that she does not notice Whitney, in tears over her soaked shorts, but while she walks away, the pang in her bladder reminds her that that is her potential fate as well, that she could end up in that exact situation if she is not careful.
But what is it that is causing all these people to end up peeing themselves at once? It is definitely not a coincidence, but her patrol has turned up no evidence of foul play yet. She has not heard anything back from Sawyer, either, but she is sure that he would be communicating with her if he knew that something was up. Without evidence of her own, she doubts he would take anything that she has to say all that seriously, especially when it is about something like this, but surely, if he had figured it out, he would be talking to her about it.
With that in mind, she sees no reason to try and ask him about it, not until she has heard something for herself, or found some explanation for what is going on. She hates that she has to keep her eyes peeled for more accidents when she would rather not think about that right now, but this is her job, and she is not going to stop taking it seriously for even a moment. Not for her own bladder, whether it be for a bathroom break or because she just want to make holding it easier.
No matter what, she is going to see it through to the end. For the most part, she can be described as rather careless and playful, but not when it comes to the work that Lear has given her. She is nothing but determined in that way, and so, she ignores the ache, she ignores the strong urges, and she presses on, looking everywhere for any further signs of this plot she is sure must be underway.
It does not take her long, and she reflexively presses her thighs together upon the next scene she finds. Erika, Janine, and Sabrina are all soaked together, all looking absolutely miserable, trying to comfort one another while barely able to find comfort themselves. It was definitely too much for them, whatever happened, and now they are all visibly wet, with anyone who sees them bound to be able to tell what has happened. Rachel ducks her head down quickly when Sabrina looks in her direction, and hurries off as swiftly as she can.
Perhaps she should stick around to question them, rather than worrying so much about whether or not they will feel worse, knowing that someone has seen then. Really, she is not sure what she should do; it is likely that, if some external force is causing these accidents, then they would not even realize that this had happened to them. She really would just be making them feel worse about it, while also further endangering herself.
She tries to push that last thought out of her mind, tries to forget her own need once again. Though she wants to avoid wetting herself at all costs, she can’t put that first. Of course, every step she takes is like agony to her, and the constant reminders in the form of seeing so many wet trainers…all of this is more than she is equipped to handle. Rachel really should take a break soon, and even though she has been telling herself from the start that that is selfish, that she can’t miss out on anything when she is patrolling for Lear, she is starting to slip, her desire to empty her bladder getting the better of her.
Rachel can’t remember ever forcing herself to hold for this long. She has not had to pee this badly in a very long time, if ever. This is torture, plain and simple, and if she sees anymore wet trainers, she really does not know how long her willpower is going to hold out. Perhaps finding the answer to this problem can wait until after she has solved her own problem, and if she goes quickly, maybe she can justify it, maybe she can get back outside fast enough that she does not miss anything.
The more she thinks about it, the more it starts to sound like a better idea. Like this, she is too distracted to make progress, but if she weren’t so desperate, maybe she could bring herself to interview the victims. They might not be too keen on talking about their accidents, but at the very least, she would be able to try, rather than flinching away every time she happened to notice someone with soaked clothes. With all that in mind, she decides that she needs to look for a bathroom now, and worry about her patrol later.
Even though she wants to be able to put work first, she does not want to end up wetting herself either, and her desperation is actively making it harder for her to get her work done. She needs to pee too badly to do anything else, and so she sets off, cursing the fact that she is so far from where a public bathroom would be. The trip is going to be a lengthy one, or at least it is going to feel that way when she is bursting like this, and would do anything to make it go faster.
The only thing that she can do right now is keep her focus on the task ahead of her, to keep her eyes on the path and not worry about anything other than making it before the worst happens. That is the plan, but it seems like everywhere she goes, she is doomed to run into someone else who has wet themselves, another person to remind her of the frantic pangs coming from her bladder, more and more frequently now.
If she looks off to the side of the path one direction, she can see Nessa and Elesa having to pause a battle because they both gave into their bladders with no warning. If she looks further ahead, there are Gloria, Hop, and Marnie, all looking stunned and then bashful, as they try and process what is happening around them. If she keeps moving forward, she just sees more and more, trainers of all sorts, of all ages and with all sorts of backgrounds, all succumbing to the same phenomenon that has left what must be half the island soaking wet.
The fact that she is even holding on at all is a miracle on its own, but she is not sure how much longer she can keep doing that. Rachel has never had to pee this badly in all her life, has never been so frantic, and now, she does not care what she looks like, just as long as she does not end up like the others. It is not as if any of them are in any sort of position to judge her for what she does to hold it, and when she jams a hand between her legs to hold herself while she walks, she forces herself to ignore her shame. After all, it is not as if it’s Lear looking at her right now, and her master is the only one she cares about looking cool in front of.
An indignant shriek draws her attention, and she sees Clair soaked through, with Lyra holding herself while she tries to comfort her. Rachel knows that she should look away before it happens, but her eyes are trained on Lyra as the girl gives into her own bladder, whimpering as she wets her overalls. Seeing an active accident like that, actually witnessing it as it happens, is really too much, and Rachel whimpers, tightening her grip on herself as she tries to move faster.
It is hard to walk too quickly in her current condition, what with how absolutely bursting she is. Moving too quickly feels like it could jostle her too much and cause her to lose control. Not only that, but keeping her steps steady when she has a hand between her leg is rather difficult as well, so she just does the best she can, moving as quickly as the situation will allow her, and hoping that she is moving quickly enough.
The bathroom can’t be too far away from her now, and if she looks in the direction she can hear wailing from, she is sure she will see a very distraught, very wet Rosa, so it is best to just ignore that completely. And it is best to just look away when she happens to catch a glimpse of Iris, who has recently lost control, and if she just keeps walking, she can easily ignore the gathering of the Unova Elite Four, all of whom have fallen victim to the same strange happening.
A meeting of champions leaves Diantha, Steven, and Cynthia all confused about how this could have happened to them, and Wally and May do their best to console each other, while Rachel keeps walking on, the bathroom finally in sight. Just a little bit longer now, and there isn’t even a line, probably because the bulk of the population has already wet themselves. She can make it now, she just has to take a few more steps to get inside, and then…
When Rachel finds herself unable to take another step, she already knows that she has lost. Whether she wants to accept it or not, she has lost, and so, she is left there, standing right outside the bathroom, just moments away from relief, when she gives in and starts to wet herself, just like everyone else. But it isn’t just like everyone else, cos she has no one to blame for this but herself. Nothing strange happened to her; she just held it for long and let her pride get in the way, and now her leggings have completely soaked through as her bladder continues to empty.
Rachel knows that it could be a lot worse, that she could have done this when she was the only one to wet herself, and that would have been a lot more humiliating. But even that knowledge does not soften the blow too much, because she did not want this to happen to begin with. There is nothing she can do to change what has happened now, though. She just has to get herself cleaned up, and then focus on getting to the bottom of all the mystery wettings.
~X~
Something is definitely going on around here, and Bettie is determined to get to the bottom of it. It is not all that uncommon for strange things to happen on Pasio, usually connected to some sort of scheme at the hands of Team Break. With all that in mind, she knows that it is rare for weird coincidences to really be coincidences, and this seems like something more likely to be the result of something, rather than just suddenly happening.
Of course, when it comes to figuring out the motive for creating mass wettings, or even the means, Bettie can’t say that she has the answer to either question. But that is why she is on the case right now, searching for answers amongst the trainers that have soaked themselves and do not know why. If it were just one incident, it would be nothing to even pay attention. Even two or three could be a coincidence, if they were spread out enough.
But this is so much more than that, and and usually happening in groups all at once. Bettie knows that that is not something she can chalk up to a weird coincidence, especially when it is trainers who should have a better handle on themselves, who do not tend to find themselves having accidents like this. After witnessing a few, she is on the case, though she is not exactly doing as well as she could be.
Bettie has to pee, but she does not want to let that take priority over what she is trying to investigate. Especially when it might help her out, considering peeing tends to be at the source of every situation. Not that she really wants to be desperate, let alone end up in a situation where she wets herself like the other trainers have, but if she can get some clues…well, she is not going to think much further on it. She just knows that she can find some way to help if she tries hard enough, that she just has to find the answer that she is looking for. And to do that, she needs to find more desperate trainers, not wasting any time on herself when she could spend that time searching.
It does not take her long to find Jasmine and Kris together, walking in the direction of the center that Bettie just departed from not long ago. It is clear enough that neither of them are doing all that great right now, that both are struggling to walk. Normally, she might not pay attention to that, might not even notice or at least would not pay extra attention once she did notice, not wanting to embarrass either of them, but as things are, she is pretty sure this is exactly what she has been looking for. Their embarrassment might help her save others from a similar fate, if she can get anything out of them.
Both are stumbling a bit, keeping their thighs tightly pressed together while they walk, looks of discomfort on their faces. It seems that they were out training together when the sudden urge hit them- but then, Bettie doesn’t know that that is exactly what happens.
“Did you two suddenly have to pee out of nowhere?” she asks them, and they both look at her with confused expressions on their faces. It really is a weird thing to just ask with no warning, but as far as she is concerned, it is what she needs to do, if she is going to get answers. Dragging things out or beating around the bush is not going to help anyone right now.
“What are you talking about?” Kris asks, face going red, as if she is still trying to hide it, even when it is written all over her face that she is bursting. Bettie has fallen into step beside them, so that they are not delayed in their journey to the bathroom.
“Come on, anyone could tell,” Jasmine replies, her voice strained. She reaches down to press a hand between her legs, not seeming to care what she is doing, at least beyond her bright red face, betraying her humiliation. “We were just out there training together, and then, suddenly…”
“Yeah,” Kris agrees with a nod, giving up her attempts to hide it pretty quickly. “We were both fine one second, and the next, I felt like I could burst, and it didn’t seem like Jasmine was doing any better. Now, we’re just hurrying back to the center. But…why are you asking?”
“How did you know that?” Jasmine adds.
“It’s been happening all over, or at least I think it is,” Bettie replies. “I’ve seen more people wet themselves today then I have in all my life.”
Groaning, Kris says, “Don’t even talk about something like that! We’re about to lose it as is!”
“I’m sorry. It’s just, it seemed like a strange coincidence, and I’m pretty sure Team Break is behind it. I heard they were on the move lately, and even though this seems like a weird scheme, it sure is sudden for this to start happening, and there have been no other signs of activity on their part,” Bettie explains. “I’ve got to figure out what’s going on to make sure this stops happening.”
“I wish I could tell you more, but that was it,” Kris says.
“Right. It was just out of nowhere. I didn’t notice anything strange going on in the area beforehand, or anything like that,” Jasmine finishes.
Bettie sighs. “Well, I appreciate the information either way. And good lu-”
She does not even get to finish what she is saying before Jasmine suddenly stops, blush darkening as she lets out a soft gasp. It is suddenly obvious that she is not doing well at all, that she has no chance of making it, not when the Pokemon Center is still so far away. And then, before Bettie’s eyes, she starts to wet herself, a dark patch forming on the front of her dress.
Kris tries to keep going, tries to ignore what is happening behind her as she does, but her own bladder can hardly keep up with this, and it only takes her a few more steps before she is met with the same fate. Her knees buckle as she has to stop, trying to hold herself to slow the leaks, but there is nothing that she can do about it. Bettie is left somewhere between the two of them as they both lose control, a puddle already forming on the ground at Jasmine’s feet, while Kris’s shorts are stained a darker shade of yellow, before it begins running down her legs.
Bettie can think of nothing to say to them now, and feels almost responsible for this, even though she knows that she did not actually do anything to make them unable to hold it. Whatever this is, some darker forces are at play, and she still needs to find out what is going on. She could not help these two, but that does not mean she is completely useless, or out for the count. She just needs to keep searching for answers, and so, she leaves them to have their privacy and gets on with it, hoping that she has better luck next time, that she can get more information.
More than that, she finds herself passing by incidents that have already occurred, where the trainers seem too upset to want to talk to her about it. She does not bother approaching those that are caught up in that, certain that they are not going to have much to offer, and that they are going to be less willing to talk about the situation when they are trying to come to terms with the fact that this has actually happened to them. So many dignified adult trainers are falling victim to this, perhaps even more so than children, which really proves that this is out of the ordinary. And it certainly makes sense for them to be upset about it.
Bettie is doing a good job ignoring her own feelings, at the very least. For the most part, she does not notice the twinges from her bladder, even though they are quite frustrating. She can afford to ignore that for a while yet, which makes her think it is not really connected to what is going on right now. It was not a sudden and intense urge, and if she were experiencing what everyone else has been, she is pretty sure that she would have wet herself by now, that it would have been too intense for her to handle.
So she presses on, pretty sure this is just a natural urge, and one that she can continue holding for a while yet, while she tries to find the answers that she needs. There are plenty of trainers out here, and plenty more that have not wet themselves yet, have not gotten that desperate yet.
Searching around, she soon comes upon a meeting of the Unova Elite Four that seems to be interrupted by their desperation. She wonders if she should approach and start questioning yet, or if they are not in any condition to deal with her pestering right now. This time, she decides to just try watching them, to see what any of them do about it, and see if she can’t get some new information from simply observing this in action, all while trying to ignore the way this makes her bladder ache a little bit, growing impatient as she watches the four of them try and fight their desperation.
They are out here pretty far, so getting to a bathroom is more than likely out of the question for them right now. But they are also right in front of each other, and even if they have been working together for several years, that does not mean that they are close enough to be that eager to expose themselves in front of one another. There is a tense silence, each of them staring the others down, and Bettie wonders if it is to the point that even moving would be too much to handle. If that is the case, then they are just stalemating for now.
It is Shauntal who loses control first, unable to take the growing pressure anymore, and not able to figure out a way to get out of here, not that she would have made it very far before losing control anyway. Her knees buckle as she shoves a hand under her dress, trying to do what she can to keep it from happening, but it is too late. Her tights are soon growing darker with the evidence of her accident, with Bettie unable to bring herself to turn away from it.
It is not a matter of control, or who is better at holding it, not when there are other matters at play. If only she knew what was causing this to happen so suddenly, or why it is so intense and so random. All she knows is that she would not expect Marshal to be the second to lose control, if these were normal circumstances, but he groans and hangs his head as he begins to wet himself, and Grimsley is not far behind him, losing it in the moment, and soaking his pants with a sharp sigh.
Caitlin does try to fight it then, and even goes so far as to turn around and try to step forward, but that is all she is able to manage. She has her hand pressed into her lap, dress pressed right against her, so when she starts to wet herself, a damp spot grows on her dress, and she is not able to stop it before it has already grown too much to ignore. She can’t help it anymore than anyone else can, and so, she just gives up, stopping and whimpering as she begins to pee herself full force.
The four of them all look defeated and confused, and already, Bettie is pretty certain she is not going to get anything new out of them if she questions them. It seems like they would just give her the same answers that Kris and Jasmine did, and she wonders if she needs to find people who have not yet gotten caught up in the desperation, to observe them until it happens. The only problem with that being that she has no idea if they are going to get struck with it or not. There is no real way to predict how or when it is going to show up, no guarantee that everyone is going to end up in that situation.
After all, she is still free and clear, not counting the natural urge that had already been building up in her. Maybe that is a factor? Maybe whatever they are doing can’t override it if you already have to go? Bettie has no idea how that would make sense but, at the same time, she does not really understand how any of this works. In that way, it makes sense that none of this makes sense to her. And that just makes it that much harder not to get discouraged in her search, especially when she knows that she does not want to have to wet herself either. She would rather avoid that if she can, and right now, there is nothing stopping her from going to the bathroom before it gets too bad.
But she is already searching, and she might as well do what she can to keep pursuing that truth. If she can help anyone at all, she wants to, and that means putting her own needs second. Besides, it is not that bad yet, and if she were in the middle of a battle, or something like that, she would not even allow herself to be distracted by it, just pushing it out of her mind until it was over with. That means that she is just fine for now, that she can keep going for a while yet.
So what should she do next? She still has no answers for that, but she can at least keep looking for people, in the hope that inspiration might strike, or some sort of answer might reveal itself. Her search soon brings her to a clearing where she can see Mallow and Lana battling each other, and she decides to hide and watch for a little while. If nothing happens after a couple minutes, she supposes she can give up and leave, but she just wants to see if either one of them gets struck by the sudden desperation, and if she can figure out what is triggering it. Just a little while, perhaps until their battle is done, and if nothing has happened by then, she can give up and look for someone else, and hope for some results then.
Of course, the battle is not easy for her to watch, not with Lana’s specialty being in Water Pokemon. It makes Bettie squirm a bit from where she watches, her need making itself a lot more known in the moment. She bites her lip and tries to forget that, tries to focus only on the girls in front of her, and what they are dealing with. Both seem fine right now, but there is still a chance that they might-
There! A troubled expression crosses Mallow’s face as a Water attack misses her Pokemon and gets a little too close to her. As she crosses her legs, Lana starts shifting as well, the urge definitely striking her as well, neither of them able to conceal it once it hits. Their desperation is so immediately obvious, and Bettie could not look away if she wanted to, so curious to see what will happen next.
Mallow holds herself, hands jammed between her legs as she says, “Wait, could we maybe take a break? And finish training later?”
“I agree,” Lana mumbles, rubbing her legs together. “Why don’t we just…you know…” She looks off in the direction of a bush, clearly already so desperate that she is rendered shameless. Well, it is obvious enough that they are not going to make it to any sort of bathroom already, so there is no point in trying to have shame. They just need to do whatever they can to try and avoid making a mess of their clothes.
But they don’t even have time for that. Bettie watches them scramble as they try to figure out what to do with their Pokemon, and that takes too long, though it is entirely possible that it would not have mattered what they did. They were destined to lose control either way, destined to end up wetting themselves just like this.
Mallow and Lana lose control at nearly the same instant, so close together that Bettie can’t actually tell which of them loses it first. All she knows is that there are soon dark patches spreading on Mallow’s overalls and on Lana’s pants, and that both girls are gasping and whimpering, groaning as they try and fight it, even though stopping it at this point is completely impossible.
A mess is made of their clothes, their streams quite impressive for something that came on out of nowhere. All at once, Bettie realizes that she should probably leave quickly, before they realize that she was watching them, furthering their embarrassment. From what she was able to see, nothing special happened, but perhaps she just missed something. She is not sure, and it is starting to get really discouraging. How is she going to figure out the source of this if it all seems completely random, and how is she going to stop it from happening again if she can’t figure out what the source is?
The longer she takes, the more people are going to end up wetting themselves. Her search out here is not doing much for her, so maybe she should try and find somewhere else to look. Also, maybe she should take advantage of the chance to go to the bathroom, if she has such a chance along the way. The bathroom would not be the worst place to try and investigate, if not for the fact that it does not seem a lot of people get the chance to make it there.
On second thought, maybe that is not the best idea. Though she would love to relieve herself, she knows that she can keep holding it, and that she has more important things to focus on. She will try and look elsewhere, and if she really can’t hold it anymore, then she will take a chance to pop in the bathroom. But the most important thing is to find more trainers to try and find answers from, to see if she notices absolutely anything going on around them that might give a clue.
She heads to the residential area of the island, where people have been staying while on the island. It would be easier to reach a bathroom here for any desperate parties, and she is kind of curious if it is completely impossible, or if any of them would make it, should they be close enough. If not, that might mean that there is something in place to ensure they wet themselves, desperation ramped up if they get too close to a bathroom. If that is the case, it would imply some method to watch them, and more direct control. Bettie still can’t even wrap her head around how something like that would be possible, but she is determined to find out, if that is the case.
Rather than happening upon desperate trainers searching for a bathroom, though, she finds something else. Despite being close enough to their rooms to do this somewhere more private, Bettie happens upon N and Hilda in a very intimate situation, tucked behind one of the buildings. They are so wrapped up in this that they do not even notice her approach, and Bettie finds herself frozen in place, so curious that she can’t bring herself to leave. This is different from what drove her to hide and watch Mallow and Lana, but she is embarrassed by how eager she is, and though she tries to urge herself to leave before it gets too weird, she just can’t.
They are so wrapped up in each other that nothing else seems to matter to them, but just when Bettie is finally starting to convince herself that she is not going to get any useful information here, and that she is wasting valuable time by standing around watching, something happens. They are suddenly both very uncomfortable, despite their pleasure, and it is obvious enough what the cause of that is.
“Just a second,” N groans, as he forces himself to pull back. Either they are comfortable enough with each other that this is not embarrassing, or have done this before, or their desperation is that great that neither of them actually care. Whatever the case, he has no issue peeing on the ground right next to her, sighing in relief as he lets himself give into that sudden desperation. It does not really count as wetting himself, but Bettie highly doubts that he would have been able to make it to a proper bathroom, had he decided to get up and try.
Hilda, on the other hand, does not seem to intend to pee, but when he starts going, she can’t help herself. All at once, she whimpers and loses control, but since she is naked, it has no real negative consequences. Soon enough, a relieved expression comes over her face, and she does not seem nearly as bothered by this. It must feel good to just let go like this, and Bettie finds herself squeezing her thighs together in envy, once again asking herself if it is really worth trying to hold it just for this.
But she reminds herself that she needs to find answers, and when N and Hilda immediately get right back to what they were doing, acting as if they were not even interrupted, she knows that she is not going to get the answers that she needs here. Finally, she is able to convince herself to turn and leave before they notice her, and she wonders if that was even worth it. All she got was a show she really should not have seen, and she still has no idea what any of this has to do with the mass desperation and wettings.
She has no idea where to go to here, which makes her realize that she has not really had any idea from the start. She has just been blindly chasing the answers, without knowing where to look for them, without having even the slightest idea what could have been causing this. It is only now, as she wanders the streets, that she realizes she was completely unprepared for this, and that she might not be able to help at all. It is easy to get discouraged when she thinks about it like that, but she shakes her head, trying to forget that negative thought.
While it is true that she might be chasing nothing here, that is no reason for her to give it. She does not know that for sure, and if there is even the slightest chance that she might be able to help, she needs to keep looking. Even if her bladder is protesting the delays, even if she is very aware of how close to a few public bathrooms that she is. Not until she is able to get a solid clue, and until she knows for sure that her own need to pee is not connected to this somehow, and every bit as hopeless as anyone who is subjected to the sudden and intense desperation.
“Hey, Bettie! What are you up to out here?” Dawn calls to her. Bettie turns to see her walking alongside Serena, the two of them looking as if they just got back from baking together. Neither one of them seems to be struggling at all, and they are both dry, at least as far as Bettie can tell.
“I think Team Break might be up to something, and I’m trying to figure that out,” she replies.
“Oh no, for real?” Serena groans. “Do you have any idea what they’re doing?”
“Kind of? I’m not really sure how they’re doing it, though, so that’s what I’m searching for,” Bettie says. She is careful not to give them any further information, not wanting to influence what may happen to them, or how they may react. She decides to walk with them for a little while, just to see if anything happens. Though she noticed nothing when she watched Mallow and Lana from afar, there is a chance that she might have better luck if she is up close and personal when it happens. If it happens, but by now, she is pretty sure that it is inevitable, and that, since the two of them have not wet themselves yet, they are the right people to be watching.
“Is there anything we can do to help?” Dawn asks.
“I don’t know. I’m just trying to keep my eyes peeled for any suspicious activity, and you two can do the same,” Bettie replies.
“Come to think of it, I have noticed something really weird. I mean, I wouldn’t think it would be connected, but since you mentioned it…I mean, I can’t think of any other reason why it would be happening,” she continues.
“Are you talking about what happened with Siebold?” Serena asks.
“And those girls we saw on the way over here,” Dawn agrees with a nod.
Though Bettie is pretty sure she already knows what they are talking about, she asks them to fill her in. It turns out, while they were baking, they witnessed Siebold wetting himself, and on their way back, they saw a group of female trainers in the same situation. They also thought it was strange that it happened to so many people, and they do not even know just how often it has been occurring all over.
“Yeah, that was what I was-” Bettie starts, cut off when the two of them both gasp at once, eyes going wide. There is no time to further discuss things, because they have both been caught up in the rapid desperation as well, neither one of them able to fight it off once it takes hold of them, and neither able to understand where it came from, when they had both been feeling just fine up until this point.
“Sorry, but I really need to-” Dawn starts, trying to excuse herself. However, it is already too late for her to do anything about it.
“Me too, I…” Serena trails off, meeting the same fate.
She can only watch as they both wet themselves at exactly the same time. It is unlikely enough that the two of them would have it happen at once, but they are not even the only pair that has had this happen. If Bettie did not already know that this was Team Break’s doing, this encounter alone would be enough to make her suspicious.
Instead, it just leaves her feeling bad for both of them, as they wet themselves right in the middle of the street, probably close to where they were trying to go in the first place. Their adorable outfits are ruined by the contents of their previously empty bladders, a very impressive amount, all things considered. And Bettie just watches them both, unable to help them, and also unable to turn around and give them the privacy that they need.
She squeezes her thighs together, finding that her own urge is getting worse due to watching the two of them. The puddles on the ground are sizable by the time they are both empty, and Bettie feels her need even worse than ever before. There is an awkward silence before one of the girls speak up.
“I guess that came on out of nowhere because of something that Team Break is doing?” Dawn asks.
“I don’t know exactly how they’re doing it, but that seems like the most likely explanation,” Bettie replies. “Did you notice anything at all out of the ordinary?”
She is not surprised by the fact that neither of them did. To them, everything was just like normal, up until the moment that it wasn’t anymore, and it was the same when they saw it happen to others. No matter what she looks into or how she tries to investigate things, there is never any sign of what is going on, no answers that might actually lead her to the truth. This is the perfect scheme, in terms of being impossible to trace and therefore impossible to put a stop to, but the actual purpose is still unknown.
More than likely, this is meant to decrease morale and create a distraction from what they are really planning on doing, but Bettie can’t even figure that much out. No matter what, it all seems to be completely hopeless, and her own need to pee is getting so bad that she can hardly stand it. She does not want to give up on everything right now, but ultimately, she knows that she is getting nowhere fast, and like that, it is hard not to succumb to the bad feelings, and hard not to want to throw in the towel and stop caring about what happens.
She is close enough to a bathroom that she can definitely make it, once Dawn and Serena have gone their separate ways, needing to get changed and cleaned up. Bettie is just about to decide to do that, when she gets a call on her Poryphone.
“Hello?” she asks, trying to keep any strain out of her voice.
“Bettie? It’s Paulo,” the voice on the other end says. Her rival does not often call her unless it is something important, and she is pretty sure she has a good idea what he is calling about. “Look, I don’t want to say too much over the phone in case someone is listening in, but…well, me and Tina have noticed some really weird things happening around, and we wanted to see if you could meet up and talk about it?”
Bettie does not know what talking about it on the phone could really hurt, even if Team Break is somehow tapping their phones, but she decides not to argue on that. As much as she wants to go to the bathroom, she knows that, if Paulo and Tina have been on the case too, then that means things are serious, and that she should not try and ignore the situation to focus on herself. She can hold it a little bit longer; this has been her sign that she needs to keep trying, rather than giving up.
“I’ll be right there,” she replies. She wonders if either of them have wet themselves yet, or if they have been lucky, like her. Well, she would not call herself completely lucky, considering she does really have to go, and will have to do something about that sooner rather than later, but the need has built up naturally, and she is not going to be forced to wet herself, or anything like that. Whatever the case, she just wonders if either of them have been victims of the situation yet or not, if they have just noticed it in others or experienced it all firsthand.
She can focus on things just a little bit longer, if the three of them can put their heads together and figure this out. For all she knows, they have more information, something that might actually help her make some progress. Maybe, if all three of them work together, this will not be a problem for much longer, and no one will have to suddenly wet themselves, without even having a chance to go to the bathroom.
By the time Bettie realizes that this was a bad idea, she is too far gone to turn back and head to the bathroom, but as she goes, she realizes maybe she should have taken a break after all. It would not have taken that much time, and she would have still been able to meet up with the two of them, once she had taken care of that. It’s just that now, she really does feel like she could wet herself at any moment, and is starting to understand just how desperate everyone else must have felt, while they were brought to the very edge of control, struggling for those last futile seconds before they lost all control.
She really does not want to lose control, but she can’t turn back now. The other two are waiting for her, and she will figure something out after she talks to them. She will figure something out once she reaches her destination, if she has to, but she is not going to let anything delay her from at least getting there, and seeing what happens. Even if each step makes her feel like her bladder is about to burst, even if she has to pee worse than she ever has in all her life. Even if every step makes her realize how stupid it was for her to keep holding it while she investigated, when her slowly building desperation has done nothing to help her understand the sudden desperation at all.
But Paulo and Tina are right in front of her now, just a little further to go before she reaches both of them. They both look dry from where she is, and neither seem to be uncomfortable at all, but for all she knows, they cleaned up after their accidents. She will not know what has happened to them until she is actually able to talk to them, but at least in the moment, she is jealous of how comfortable they look, not burdened by their bladders in the slightest.
At least, at first. But once she starts to get close enough to them that they could start talking, their expressions immediately shift, and she knows exactly what is happening to them. Paulo’s legs snap together, as he tries to fight off the urge that has just hit him, and a hand flies between Tina’s legs as she tries to hold herself, reacting on reflex, as if there is anything she can really do to delay it anymore. Bettie feels a stab of sympathy for them instead of jealousy now, but even that feeling is replaced by something else in no time at all.
She has pushed herself too far, and she can’t hold it anymore. As much as she tries to fight it, holding herself just like Tina does, by the time she reaches them, she is every bit as desperate as they are. It may have built up over time and may have been entirely her own doing, but now each of them is in the same boat, and, all at once, they each lose control over their bladders before they even have a chance to start talking to each other.
Bettie lets herself relax once she realizes she can’t stop it anymore. Her shoulders sag as her shorts are soaked through, and she tries not to let her shame take her, even though she knows it is all her own fault. No one else has to know that, of course, and as far as Tina and Paulo know, she was just hit at the same time as them. Either way, the two of them end up just as soaked as she is, and since they are far from the only ones to have wet themselves today, there is at least no need to worry about anyone else making a big deal out of it.
Now that her bladder is empty, and now that she has her friends to help her, Bettie hopes that she can actually get to the bottom of this.
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The holding contest on Pasio seems like a crazy idea at first, but the prize is such a good one that plenty of people still decide to participate, wanting to be able to have their chance at it. The winner will receive an EX outfit without having to do the work necessary to earn one, which will vastly improve their sync pair performance. Plenty of serious trainers put aside their hesitation, ready to participate if it means a chance at getting something like that.
There are a few divisions of it, so that a few people will have a chance to win, and so that it will not be considered too unfair. The four groups are older male trainers, younger male trainers, and then the same two groups for female trainers. It is a serious competition all around, with everyone doing what they can to ignore the humiliation of showing how desperate they are in front of the spectators. It has to be worth the prize in the end, for each of them to have come this far.
One by one, the different divisions compete, with various trainers emerging victorious, while the rest either cave and run to the bathroom, or face the humiliation of wetting themselves. Now, it is down to the final bout, the one between the younger female trainers, and things have been serious right from the start. Several girls have already fallen, unable to win the battle against their own bladders, but now, they are down to the final four contenders, with things getting that much more intense.
Hilda, Korrina, Maylene, and Bea are all known as very serious trainers in their own ways. Three of them hold the title of Fighting type gym leader in their respective regions, known for just how hard they train themselves and their Pokemon. It is no surprise that the three of them would have particularly strong bladders as well, with more endurance than the average person.
As for Hilda, she is known for being tough and assertive, brimming with confidence and taking every battle she enters seriously, doing everything in her power to claim her victory. It turns out that that attitude extends to holding contests like this, and she is determined to prove the strength of her bladder. She is no more willing to give in than the other three girls, but they are all beyond desperate at this point, bladders throbbing.
It started off promising enough, especially as more girls began to fall, with these four not yet experiencing any serious desperation. Even watching some of the early losers falter, watching Lyra soak her overalls, and Lana concede defeat, wetting herself with a sigh, watching Liza panic at the last minute and run off to a bathroom before she wets herself, fate unknown since she never returned, the girls were able to keep their own bladders in check, barely feeling anything until a lot more time had passed for all of the remaining contenders.
However, it has steadily gotten more difficult. As more and more girls began to give in, their own bladders began to make their troubles known. Seeing more and more accidents and losses, it becomes harder to ignore, and by now, they are all aching with their respective needs to pee, and doing what they can to conceal that, while also doing what they can to hold back. No one wants to give too much away, but no one wants to be so consumed by pride that they end up losing control because they were trying to hide the need.
However, Bea finds that she has the perfect balance of this, able to focus on holding back while maintaining a steady stance, not giving her desperation away just yet, even though she is absolutely bursting. Though the others are trying their best to keep it to themselves, she can tell that they are all struggling, that they are all pretty damn desperate too. It is hard to tell who the next one to lose will be, but she knows for a fact that it is not going to be her, that she is going to keep holding it, all the way until the end.
Not only is she not going to be the next person out, but she is not going to lose, period.
It is Korrina that loses next, her knees buckling as she yelps. She jams a hand between her legs, hoping that this will be enough to keep her from losing anymore liquid, but it is already too late for her. Her panties are quickly soaked through, the deluge more than she could ever hope to hold back, especially in her current state. It is all too much for her, and she soon loses out, unable to keep it up for this competition.
Hanging her head in defeat, she groans, “I was so close! Oh well, maybe if I try harder, I can do better next time!”
Hilda smirks at her, certain that she is going to be able to keep holding it longer than either of the other two. However, neither Bea nor Maylene are going to lose to her. They are both serious martial artists, used to training their bodies to be able to surpass any limitations, so this is not something either can lose at, especially not to someone like her. And she is a lot worse off than she lets on, until she can’t help squirming in place, writhing around as she tries to keep herself under control, knowing that she is not going to be able to last much longer.
In the end, there is just nothing that she can do about it. Her bursting bladder is too full for her to handle, and so, she just has to give in, even though she has fought so hard to be able to make it to this point. A dark spot spreads across her denim shorts, something that she has no hope of hiding, and so it is obvious that she has lost. Just like that, she is out for the count, but at the very least, she can enjoy the relief that comes with wetting herself.
Though she would have preferred not to do so at all, there is not much shame in being the third to last person to lose, and she is not going to let that get to her. Letting out a sigh, she knows that it is time for her to step aside, now that her achy bladder is completely empty. It might be a bit before she stops feeling sore from all of that, but at least she was able to put a pretty good fight.
Now, it is down to Bea and Maylene. Most people would think that the competition was nearly over once it was down to the last two girls, but that could not be further from the truth. Even after holding it for this long, it is clear that they have a lot of fight left in them. Both girls are used to holding it for much longer than this, and both girls are very competitive, very determined to be the one to win this. The prize is worth competing for, worth putting in their all, all the way to the end.
Of course, both of their bladders are definitely very full at this point, and just because they are able to handle this so far does not mean that they are not both feeling it. Both want this to be over as quickly as possible, willing the other one to lose so that they might be able to make it out of this dry, and without having to suffer too much. But, just as they each want to win, they both find the other feels the exact same way.
That is what happens when it is down to two equally stubborn, equally tough girls. As they both fight against their bursting bladders, it really is anyone’s game, with the spectators not sure who they would want to place their bets on, were they actually betting on this sort of thing.
Maylene keeps herself calm by trying to keep her mind off of each throb from her bladder. While it is difficult not to think about that need, she does what she can to think about her training regimen, her every routine that takes up her day. This serves as a decent distraction, though it is not flawless, and it is still possible to be brought back to reality, whenever she feels a pang from her bladder, or a noise from the crowd reminds her that she is still very much stuck here, trying to fight her desperation to the very end. But, at the very least, thinking of her training keeps her from showing too much that she is getting to a difficult point in holding it.
And while she is dealing with that, Bea is doing what she can to keep her mind calm as well. Rather than simply trying to come up with a distraction, she tries to rid herself of any thoughts at all, becoming as calm as she possibly can, her mind empty. This is not a completely flawless method, and it is still easy for her to be reminded of the fact that she has to go, but she does her best even so, able to shut it out for a little bit at a time. That is certainly better than nothing, but it is obvious enough that this is not going to help for very long.
Neither one of them have much time before the contest starts to get truly serious for them. To the untrained eye, it would appear that they are both completely stoic right now, both so calm that they likely do not have to go at all, but they both know their own problems, and both know that the other can’t be doing much better.
Still, neither want to get cocky. Bea is fairly certain that Maylene must be struggling as much as she is, but she has never gone up against her in such a competition- has never competed like this with anyone, really. It would be too bold of her to just assume that she knows the other girl’s limits, and to assume that they are so similar to her own. She can hope that they are not that far off from one another, but for as long as Maylene remains in the running, she has to keep trying as if Maylene does not feel the slightest urge, as if it would take hours yet for the other girl to lose.
Only by keeping herself in check will she stand any chance of winning.
Maylene’s thought process is similar. She does not know the first thing about Bea outside of the fact that she is very strong, and that alone would be enough to make her be cautious. If she is going to stand a chance at this, she can’t let her guard down, can’t let herself think that she stands a better chance. After all, there is no reason to believe that when she is getting more desperate by the moment, and Bea is still not showing any outward signs. There is no way of knowing that she feels any desperation at all, and even if Maylene is doing a good job of pretending that is the case for her, she knows for a fact that things are starting to get bad for her.
In comparison to how the contest had been going up until now, this portion might seem a bit boring to the spectators. With girls falling left and right, squirming about and doing everything that they can to hold it in, it was exciting. Now that it is down to the final two, and now that it hardly looks like a holding contest at all, with how serious and stoic the two of them are, it might seem a bit boring. Still, the tension in the air is plain as day, and anyone that seriously cares about this would be watching closely, searching for any signs that one of them is starting to suffer more than the other.
There is nothing right now, but things could change at any moment, and that is what makes it so tense, for the spectators as well as the competitors. Neither girl is actually staring the other down, as they try to do whatever they can to forget their own need, but that is what it looks like, since they are both facing each other. Things are completely silent now, with everyone who had still been making noise soon catching the hint, not wanting to distract either of the girls, and not wanting to miss a moment of the action- or lack thereof- or ruin it for anyone else.
Yet nothing seems to be happening. They are both still keeping their cool, both still appearing to be fine. This goes on for so long that it really does start to seem like it will be hours before either of them so much as flinches. With everything that has happened so far, it seems like the most anti-climactic finale…at least, until something does happen. All eyes are trained on the girls when the first one makes a move, thighs pressing tighter together, narrowing her stance, willing to do whatever she has to do in order to keep her bladder in check.
It is Maylene who does so. She has tried her best to fight that impulse, to ignore the way her mind keeps wandering, trying to keep focused on her distraction as much as she can. However, her bladder hurts so badly that she just can’t help it, her desperation growing to the point that she finally has to show it. Though she wants to keep up her calm appearance, she knows that an appearance does her no good if she still ends up wetting herself, so if this is what she has to do to keep from losing, then so be it.
Pressing her thighs together does help, at least a little bit. She knows that it will not be long before things start to get worse for her again, but at least for right now, she has alleviated some of the pressure. Of course, she has also let Bea know that she is starting to feel that pressure, but when she looks up at her opponent, she is surprised to see that Bea is essentially doing the same thing, mirroring her actions.
Bea feels as though it is fine to do this, if her opponent is going to show her need. Things are getting bad for her, so she is honestly relieved that Maylene is the first to do so, making her feel as if it is okay for her to bring her legs together, rubbing them against one another to try and make this a little bit easier on herself. She rests one foot on top of the other, biting her lip to try and take her mind back off of it. This is getting more intense by the moment, but Bea knows what she wants, and that is a decisive victory. In all things, she wants that, and regardless of the prize, regardless of the stakes, that is always what she is after.
To her, anything less than that is complete humiliation. Of course, that is the exact same way that Maylene feels about it all, so she is every bit as willing to dig her heels in and force herself past this. That is the only reason things are able to drag on this long, with the two of them equally stubborn. Perhaps if anyone else were still in, they would be more willing to just lose out, to free themselves from the pain in the bladders. If it were anyone else up against either of them, then they would know right away that they had no chance, that they could never endure against one of these girls, and find it easier to just give in.
But since it is the two of them facing off against each other, that is what leads to this being so drawn out. The two of them are too stubborn, too determined to make it to the end, but neither of them can last forever. And, no matter what, one of them is going to lose out sooner or later, whether she wants to or not. It is just a matter of who, it is just a matter of when, it is just a matter of which one of them actually has the stronger bladder. Even if the difference in their abilities is slight, it is highly unlikely that there is no difference, that they can both hold out indefinitely, or until the other is giving in at the exact same time.
Though it is starting to feel like that might happen. Everyone is watching so closely now, certain that it could down to the slightest second of difference, essentially a photo finish, and no one wants to miss it. If it came down to that, then surely they would need a lot of different witnesses to really make sure it was clear who gave in first. A competition that had the potential to get rather boring is soon so much more involved, so much more tense, as the two Fighting trainers with iron wills and seemingly even stronger bladders face off against each other, showing more and more signs with each passing moment.
It is as if the first sign shown was what kicked things off, the signal of things getting drastically worse. Bea squirms more and more visibly, knowing that she is showing how much danger she is in, but also knowing that she would be in much greater danger if she did not do this. No matter how she looks in the moment, it will not matter once all is said and done. The strain is visible in her face now, as she becomes much less stoic, but she refuses to think about what she looks like right now.
Instead, she pays attention to what Maylene looks like, to examine her opponent and look for the signs of weakness. It is clear enough that she is starting to lose herself to her desperation, that she is giving in every bit as much. The strain is visible on her face, her cheeks flushed as she tries to hide it. Maylene does not have the same reputation for being stoic that Bea does, and it becomes clearer in moments like this, as she gives in so much more quickly, becoming more expressive in the way that she fights against her need to pee.
Truth be told, Maylene is not sure how much longer she can hold out. She has done her best from the start, but the strain that she feels right now is getting to be way too much for her. All this time, she has done her best, but her bladder is so full now, and has been so full for so long, that she is really not sure how much longer she can handle this. It hurts to even think about it, let alone how it feels to actually experience it, left squirming so desperately, fighting it all to the very end.
Bea is at least starting to show signs that she has to go, which makes it a little bit easier for Maylene to deal with, but her determination is not going to count for much of anything if it turns out that she still can’t manage to last any longer than her temporary rival. After making it this far, she would feel utterly ridiculous to find herself in a situation where she is not the winner, but Bea is likely to be feeling the same way right now, and would not have pushed herself this far if she did not intend to make it to the end. There is no way that she is just going to give in for no reason, right when it is down to the last two.
And with all that in mind, Maylene needs to double down, needs to do whatever it takes to push her closer to her victory. No matter how she looks or how embarrassed she might feel, she has to do what she has to do, and that is why she reaches a hand down between her legs to hold herself, gripping at her crotch and whimpering. A murmur goes through the crowd, which is humiliating enough, but she just has to pretend that they are not there. If she were to be done in by something as simple as being humiliated, then there is no way she would have ever had a chance at this.
Maylene just holds herself and prays that she can handle this a little bit longer, that she can keep holding out until it is all worth it. Her humiliation will be completely worth it, just as long as she can hold it longer than Bea. The fact that Bea is not holding herself does not necessarily mean that she is any more likely to be able to hold it any longer. She is stoic and she tries to hide her feelings even more, so perhaps, she is just fighting her impulses, perhaps that will be her downfall.
Bea wants so badly to hold herself, especially once she is watching Maylene do it. She knows that would make it easier, would make it that much more bearable. Her bladder is killing her, and she feels like she could spring a leak at any moment. Maylene looks absolutely pathetic, but that does not mean anything, and does not actually suggest that she is doing any worse. She might have just given up on trying to look dignified, preferring instead to focus on whatever it takes to secure her victory, no matter how it might make her look.
In that way, she definitely has the right idea, and Bea needs to swallow her pride and join in on that. It would feel so much better to be able to do it, and she really feels like she is on the verge of leaking, perhaps even losing control. Gripping herself makes it feel so much better to her, so much easier for her to tolerate, and she does not care what anyone thinks of her, what anyone thinks when they see her also holding herself. The two of them are even now, and they are being pushed closer and closer to their limits, the end of this little competition right there on the horizon.
Maylene squirms about as she holds herself, pleased to see that Bea is in the same boat that she is. No matter how she might try and act, this has shown just how desperate she really is, just how close she is to absolutely losing it. They must be even now, at least close to even, and if Maylene can just hold it a little bit longer, she tells herself that there is a good chance Bea might lose control before that point, and then she will be the winner.
Just a little bit longer, just a little bit more, and she does what she can to ignore the strain of her bladder. It is killing her now, she really feels like she could wet herself at any moment, but she won’t. While she repeats that to herself, over and over again, Bea is doing exactly the same thing. Neither girl is still now, squirming in place and fighting the urge that has claimed so many other girls in this competition. Things are truly down to the wire now, and both feels like she might lose at any second, but also reminds herself, over and over again, that there is just a little bit longer, that her rival can’t be any better off.
When Maylene finally breaks, it comes as a sudden surprise to her. One moment, she is holding on with all that she has, telling herself over and over again that she is nearly at the end, that she is going to be able to make it, and the next, she is losing. It starts so suddenly that she can hardly register it, but once her panic has set in, it is already too late for her, too late to put a stop to it.
It feels like just a quick leak, just a little spurt, one that she should be able to get back under control by holding herself tightly. However, it is followed by another and then another, and it is more than just leaks, and she realizes too late that this is not stopping, that one leak has kept going and going until it can no longer be classified as a leak anymore. She did not even feel like she was about to break; sure, she knew that she was nearing that point, that hse was more desperate than she had ever been in her life, but she did not think that she was really about to start wetting herself, not yet, not now.
But here she is, far past the point of no return, and there is absolutely nothing that she can do about it. Maylene is completely hopeless now, her humiliation becoming all too clear as she begins thoroughly soaking herself, the contents of her bladder gushing out of her, where everyone can see. There is no hiding that she has lost once it has seeped through to show on her pants, and she does not bother keeping her hand there to even attempt to hide it.
It all spreads out too quickly, and there are gasps and murmurs as everyone realizes what this means. The loser has been decided, a winner has been declared, and despite fighting all the way to the end, there was nothing that Maylene could do to ensure that she stayed in even a little bit longer. This was her limit, less than Bea’s, and not enough to get her the victory that she fought so hard for. Of course, she is ashamed and humiliated by this, but at the same time, she is mostly just relieved, just glad that it is over.
Her bladder is going to be sore for a long while after this, and she is not sure when she is going to go back to feeling normal. Maybe it is for the best that she is out now, and one she is completely empty, her pants completely soaked through, she is glad to just be done with it. Even if she did not win, she can at least say that she lasted longer than all but one, perhaps even longer than she initially thought that she would. In that way, this was still good, and she can still be proud of herself.
Bea, on the other hand, is thrilled, though she is not exactly in any position to show it. She has won, and is able to finally head off to the bathroom. There is a victory for her to celebrate, a prize for her to claim, but before she worries about that, she is going to hurry off so that she can relieve herself. She is aching and bursting, and watching Maylene thoroughly soak herself did not help with that at all, ensuring that she needs to empty as soon as possible, before…
Bea grips at herself as tight as she can, trying to fight against the urge just a little while longer. Just a little bit more now, and she can empty her bladder, in the privacy of the bathroom like she wants. All she has to do is hold it long enough to get there, but she finds that she is stuck right where she is, still in the center of the crowd, a few feet away from the defeated Maylene. Her movement is limited to the way that she squirms about, but beyond that, she can’t move forward, can’t take a single step or she knows that she is going to wet herself.
Though she was able to last long enough to win the contest, she was pushed to her absolute limit, and if Maylene had been able to last even a little while longer, the results would have been very different. That is certainly embarrassing, but there is nothing she can do to stop it once it has started. As soon as she is declared the winner, Bea’s bladder gives in completely, and she starts wetting herself right then and there, in front of the crowd that has watched every other girl be eliminated from the contest.
And Bea does not even care. Yes, it is humiliating, and yes, she would have preferred to be able to last a little bit longer, to not wet herself in front of everyone, but she finds that it does not really matter, not when she knows that it does not change things. She still won, and there is nothing that can take her victory away from her. She still gets the coveted prize, still gets to be remembered as the winner of her division.
So she just stands there, letting go and not trying to stop it once it has started. Sighing, her shoulders sag as she lets it all out, giving into her relief, feeling as blissful as can be in the moment. It has been a long and difficult battle, but she was able to prove that it is not more than she can take, that she has the strongest bladder of all the girls in this category.
That being said, if she were told that she could compete against the winners of the other groups, to determine the strongest bladder amongst them, she is pretty sure that she would turn that down, at least right now. Right now, she just wants to rest and enjoy her victory.
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It really seems to be the case that being desperate while writing fiction just makes writing all the more fun and intense—and really helps sympathize with the characters. I’m currently wearing tight-waist leggings and washed skintight jeans, exacerbating the urge to pee by actively placing pressure against my bladder. Having to fight through that while writing this is just too good to describe.
I purposefully did not give “she” a name so that whoever you are reading this can make “she” whoever you want her to be. Have fun imagining!
P.S., there’s a small towel smothered somewhere in there, *wink* *wink*.
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Urination Procrastination
She scurries to toilet, extremely desperate to pee, lifting her white shirt and scrambling to unfasten her belt.
She is wearing skinny light-pink, grainy-washed jeans; wearing them just below her tender—normally slim but now bulging—lightly-tanned waist, around and over her hips, her jeans increasingly riddled with thinly-creased folds as it wraps upwards around her legs; she wrinkled them so while wriggling in bed.
She was watching her favorite film: The Secretary. She watches the same one every year on this day, as a ritual of sorts. She puts on her favorite panties and jeans, her favorite bra and shirt—even her favorite hairstyle: dark-brown hair completely down, frizzy and all.
She drank her favorite tea—green tea—from a large thermostat she prepared before the film and snuggled up under the comfort of her blanket. But she drank too much tea, of course—it is her favorite after all, why not drink all that she can? She didn’t want to pause the movie—after all it is her favorite film, why not watch it without interruption?
So she managed as she could: wriggling in her bed, throwing her blanket between her legs, her pillow between her legs, her hands between her legs—anything she could place therein to quell the urge to pee, she tried.
As she wriggled in bed, her jeans slowly shifted upwards, forming those thinly-creased folds, her jean cuffs sliding halfway up her shins. She did not care that her pants were so—in fact, it gave her a wedgie sufficient enough to put some pressure against herself, aside from the pillows and covers smothered between her legs.
As the film neared its end, she had reached her brink: if she did not get out of bed now, she would completely and utterly wet herself right then and there, soaking the blanket and pillow shoved between her legs, and through the covers, staining her bed.
As a result of her procrastination, her belly was swollen, tender to touch, reddened by her overstretched bladder and fastened belt pressing against it. Half her belly subdued under her belt and jeans, the other half protruding through her white shirt.
She had suddenly felt a strong surge to pee and tightly squeezed her bladder sphincter, holding herself with her left hand over her blanket, having discarded her pillow aside since it softened the pressure against herself. However, the film, although near its end, had not yet reached so; and she struggles to hold back her bladder’s yearning to empty.
Despite her best efforts, she feels a few drops of pee slip pass her sphincter and down into her urethra, feeling them slowly travel down and into her red panties. Consequently, she casts aside her blanket, annoyed that it didn’t help. She crossed her legs into a pretzel and and clasped both hands together, pushing them against herself and moving them in circles to quell the aching urge away.
She did not want to pause her movie, though she knew what was going to happen and that it only had about two minutes left. Meanwhile, she was dying to pee, uncrossing her legs out of the pretzel and bringing them closer to her chest, in an upright fetal position, subduing herself with her left hand.
She didn’t like how her fetal position placed more pressure on her belly, so she thought perhaps stomping both legs could do the trick, but it did nothing for her. So she sat up at the edge of her bed, while watching her film come to its end. She sat at the edge of her bed swinging her thighs left to right while continuously holding herself with her left hand, caressing her right thigh with her right hand. When she felt her urge only persist, she switched her left for her right hand and lightly bounced up and down in place—but that only made matters worse for her aching bladder.
So, she laid back in her bed and rested her back on the wall behind her and laid her legs flat on the bed, crossing her legs like twizzlers: right leg over left knee under left ankle, uncross; left leg over right knee under right ankle, uncross; continuously keeping her both hands clasped tightly against herself; occasionally moving them in circles to when the waves of pee fiercely batters against the flood gates.
As her film comes to an end, a sudden urge tingles in her belly.
She quickly hops out of bed, having to bend forward to do so, the bottom of rib cage and pelvis squeezing against her bladder as trying to pop a balloon, and nearly exploded in her jeans right there. However, she quickly presses both her hands against herself as she got up, only allowing a few drops to come out of her, and squeezed her legs tightly together, running desperately to the toilet like so..
Her legs were slim: her shins the size of the thickest part of a baseball bat; her calves as mini-footballs; her knees protruding through her jeans, the latter wrapping around her quivering slim lower thighs and her tender upper thighs thickened enough to touch.
She reaches the toilet, having to let go of herself briefly so that she can unfasten her belt with both hands, relying only on her sphincter muscles and legs. The urge persists and her legs begin to twitch and quickly shake profusely as her belly tingles strongly against her tightened sphincter. She places her right hand over her belly in discomfort and groans at her belt being difficult while the urge knocks on her bladder door. She slides her thighs forwards and back, her jeans audibly swishing while she copes with her swollen bladder.
She slowly begins to hyperventilate as the urge to pee refuses to cease, shoving both her hands into her upper thighs and holding tightly against herself. She tightens her legs together, placing her left foot on top of her right foot while bending at her knee profusely. She momentarily tames her tingling bladder, and is relieved, since this window of opportunity gives her time to try to unfasten her belt again.
It’s stuck, as she tries her best to undo it, nervously fiddling with the buckle and becoming frustrated in her movements as the urge slowly starts to creep back. She groans at her failure to open her belt in time before the urge came back—she gasps having miscalculated the strength of her tighten muscles and legs, the urge crashing against her, coming back stronger and more forceful against her belly. She clutches it with her right hand while grabbing herself with her left, thinking it could soothe the urge, but it only grows more fierce; so she forsakes clutching her belly for her crotch, and her right hand meets her left at her crotch. She moves her left knee further over her right, smothering her hands even tighter between her upper thighs, consoling herself in circular motions with her hands to quell the excruciating urge to let go, her crotch quivering profusely as if holding back a heavily battered storm-wall.
Her face is flushed and red, breaking out in a sweat on her forehead; she bites on her bottom lips in extreme discomfort and groans through her teeth. She looks at the toilet, inviting her to pee, but she knows she has not yet been able to unfasten her belt. The urge tingling vehemently in her tender belly—her belt pressing harshly against it—taunting her as she is so close yet worried she won’t be able to make it: she hears the ever-so-slight whisper in her mind to just let go—just give in and the pain will go away—
She starts letting out increasingly loader verbal gasps, groaning as the urge loosens the strength of her sphincter but she instinctively tightens it harder with all her might, crossing her right leg over her left and pushing her hands against herself harder—she glances again at the toilet.. oh, what she would give to be able to pull her jeans down now and give in to her desperation.
She stomps her feet in alternation, bending up and down at her knees, her hands thrusted into her upper thighs, her jeans swishing profusely; she groans as she’s unable to hold back the flood gates: she lets out a desperate, worrisome gasp, as she begins to pee herself a little, dribbling more in her light-red panties.
With all her might, she squeezes both her eyes and grinds her teeth together, forcefully holding back the leakage to mere dribbles. Her bladder rage back pain against her in response. And thereafter, she desperately and frantically tries to unfasten her belt one last time before she can no longer render her wetting to mere leaking. She frantically glances at the toilet and then to her frustratingly-fastened belt, while her hyperventilating picks up, so afraid she’s going to lose complete control at any moment; bemoaning her dissatisfaction at the reality that she’s literally right there: right next to the toilet; she has only to drop her pants and sit.
Her hands twitching profusely and her coordinate reckless, she is not able to keep her full attention on the belt any longer. If someone were to see her now, she’d look like she’s having a hunched-over seizure.
But as she unsuccessfully attempts to unfasten her belt, the urge only grew more stronger, catching her in the midst. She lets out a belching grown, quickly thrusting her hands hard back against herself, one over the other clasping over her jeans—her fingers poking out the back—and twists her left leg tightly around her right, twitching profusely—almost to the point of visible shivering.
She looks at the toilet with an innocent stare, knowing she’s right next to it and can’t use it. She jumps up and down begging and hoping that she can hold back the surge to pee—she belches another groan, swiftly looks below, and exclaims: “Ugh, No! No!—[her hyperventilating reduced to short breathes]—No!—.. No!—..”, feeling that she’s unable to suppress her bladder from spurting, and uncontrollably releasing a hissy pressured burst of pee, before tightening herself mid-spurt, hurting her urethra and belly.
Her pee streams in a spurt, her wet hands and fingers forcefully guiding its direction, the pressure of her hands forcing her pee laterally, across and below her buttocks, down the back of her upper thighs.
So swift was the burst that her upper thighs noticeably darkened before her taint darkened, the resistance of her jeans having slowed the stream-front of the burst enough to soak the fabric at her upper thighs, the taint only darkening thereafter having slowed enough to allow the fabric to soak up whatever trailed of the spurt.
The front squirting through her jeans and splashing harshly onto the dry grey-tiled floor below, splattering everywhere—droplets splashing against her ankles and bare feet.
Her gasps uncontrollably continue as each tingling surge breaks though her tight grasp, flooding her crotch with garbled spurts of warmth, with each subsequent spurt increasing in frequency, and her butt glistening thereby in repeated shining pulses. She looks at the toilet in disbelief: ‘Damn it, I’m right here—No!—[shaking her head]—I’m right here!’, she says aloud to herself, reflecting over the fact that she could have made it if it were not for her stupid belt.
She lets out a final uncontrollable spurt through her hands, feeling the skin of her pelvis and both hands substantially wet. Seeing as it’s too late, and no point in trying any further to prevent soaking her jeans—realizing that she cannot hold on any longer—she gives up and relinquishes her resistance against the urge, removing her wet hands and placing both on the side of her thighs. She looks in shame at the water in her toilet bowl and unleashes the full potential of her tiring bladder: pee gushes out of her, and against her light-red panties, filling up the empty spaces therein, garbling in a slosh of piss and forming a puddle in her crotch. Her pee explodes out the back of her, the red darkness of her jeans spreading from her taint and up her butt crack, glistening along the way.
While the rest gravity pulls down the back of her thighs, first swiftly squirting out of the fabric of her jeans before they can soak properly, and loudly splashing on the wet tiled-floor below, then eventually a proper river of streaming red darkness is formed down her legs allowing glistening pee to flow smoothly down her legs. The release is so strong, her flood quickly soaks her back pockets and smothers her butt cheeks with warm pee.
Her dark-pink jeans darken to a red, glistening profusely, her streaming flowing and glittering in the light. Her flow of pee gushing down the back of her thighs, trickling down the back of her knees and calves, making an audible trickling swoosh below as her pee flows down her ankles, filling and growing the light-yellow puddle at her shiny feet.
She stoops her head forward, lifting her white shirt slightly to catch a clear glimpse of the front: her crotch darkens considerably as pee fills every crevice between her skin, panties and jeans; darkness spreading quickly to her pubic area—she feels her bare-shaven skin therein grow warm—and laterally towards her front pockets, swiftly gushing down the front of her thighs, glistening; then down and around her knees—some light-yellow pee visibly streaming around her kneecaps, a shining light-yellow downward flow in the light—and below to the sides of her calves and growing laterally therefrom over her shins, streaming out the ends of her jean cuffs and splashing on the puddled dark-grey floor and her feet.
She wiggles her toes, feeling the warmth seep between them and underneath, and their sliding together so slippery. The light-yellow puddle is battered with splashes of gushing pee, splattering and ricocheting droplets further away from the puddle and upon the outside of the toilet bowl. The puddle grows, moving towards and connecting with the toilet where it meets with the floor. She watches her pee move to and touch the toilet, thinking: ‘well, at least I got some of it to the toilet’, laughing to herself while feeling naughty.
She tilts her head back, letting out a sigh as she finishes the rest of whatever is left in her belly, placing both hands thereon.
She lets out a final exhaustive sign of relief and shivers violently: ‘Phew! That was a lot. Time to get a towel and clean this up.’ Her jeans are absolutely soaked, nearly completed darkened to a red, as if she had showered in her jeans and shower head had missed only a few dry spots around her waist.
One may think her favorite day ruined, when in fact, this, too, was her favorite thing to do. |
A hazy evening at Roseville High School, dusty clouds block the night sky where the moon shines. However the building stays alight as several family members enter the lobby and find themselves at the auditorium. Next to the door is a poster: Legend of Ramona featuring a young lad wearing a green tunic with his head tilted slightly up at the sky and a robed figure looming in the background with violent winds lashing at the two. Behind the closed curtains, rampant pacing and clatter fill the set. Closing in on the artists group, the director lashes out,
“Johnny, how much longer til’ the backdrop is painted!
“In 5 minutes.”
“The play starts in FIVE minutes!!” A shaking pointing finger accuses an unassuming good for nothing,
“Katie! Go help them out!”
“I don’t want paint on my fur, that’s so icky.”
“Use that hair dryer of yours to harden it before I bathe you in red!”
With no comeback, she plugs her device and switches the dial to full blast.
One problem down, many more to go.
Sue drinks the last of her roasted coffee. She couldn’t keep track of how many wrongs there were, but she knew if everyone didn’t get their act together, she would be the laughing stock of the school. The director peeks through the curtain to see the masses sitting, a full house. Oh God! That’s so many! Her first written work to be acted out and be seen by so many faces, butterflies were in her stomach thinking this is actually happening. The fantasy playing out in her head is mesmerizing, taking in the brief joy of success. Sounds of fallen equipment nearby knocks her out of the spell and continues her loud tyranny.
Fifteen minutes pass and worry is still the leading emotion for Sue. The play has stalled long enough and the opening act was hastily thrown together to start the show. Any remaining work had to be done in the hallway without being too loud. The unknown results they’re producing in the back were the least of her concerns.
Oh no! Is the roof peeling! And what about Mike, did he perfect his lines! Is that paint still wet and dripping! Did Lucy ever arrive!?! It’s shocking that she didn’t faint under the pressure she put herself under.
“The narrator is stuttering through the opening.”
The hectic cat turns around, gripping and shaking her poor assistant, confirming her fears that this play did not go perfectly.
In her line of sight was one of the troublesome actors that had to be put in line.
“McCain, watch the scene and report any problems!” He thought it’s in his best interest to shut it if he wants to keep his neck.
“Mike!!” She did a small shout but his ears were in shock, dreading what to come.
“You’re in scene three! Do you have everything memorized?!”
“Guh… Yeah.”
“EVERYTHING!” Once again latching on to people’s upper bodies.
“Yes, yes. I got it all down pat,” he said, sweating bullets.
“Good.” She wasn’t totally convinced, but let him go for the time being. She had other issues to fix up.
Geez, I really don’t want to do this now, but I should pee while I can.
Caffeine got the best of her, making her bladder protest as she was tormenting the two boys earlier. However, she couldn’t get her mind off the members she needed to consult. Sue investigates the artist group again, still trying to finish the last of the set backgrounds. There were about ten of them rushing with crayons which was a way better idea to finish that asset. The director doesn’t say a word and marches on to find the actors for the next scene. While the pressure of the play being ruined lowers, the inverse occurs with her bladder.
I can still manage, now to find the scene two actors.
Checking the line of doors, the European Burmese finds someone sitting alone in a chair wearing a robe. She rushes into the room shouting out, “LUCY!” It was a mix of relief and fury, “Where were you, I wouldn’t know what to do without you! When did you even get here” With a pause, the white cat softly says,” I’m sorry, but I’m here now.” Sue would love to press on what happened with her lead actress, but time marches on.
“I’m grateful. Do you need a quick refresh on your lines, we still have a few moments before your scene.”
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be just fine,” Lucy gives a smile. Confident in her reply, Sue smiles back and makes her way back to the chaos outside.
Leaving the room, a stranger to the theater club looms backstage.
“What are YOU doing back here!” Ah geez, not this prick.
Paulo pushes her harsh voice away with his hands, keeping some distance as he starts to make a point. “Wait a sec, Sue!”
“You’re not in the drama club, SHOO!” She pushes the air in front of him away.
“I need to see Lucy!” He pleads in a soft voice.
Ahhh, why does he have to bug us now. I need to go… She starts looking antsy, eyes unfocused on the orange cat in front of her.
She didn’t look too well when we briefly talked, maybe he can pluck out a few things from her.
After a brief consideration, “Ok, she’s in the door behind me.”
“Please? I’ll do anything… Oh… thanks.”
As he was about to open the door, “Make it quick, she needs to prepare herself for the upcoming scene,” Sue announces as she walks away.
“The oracle foretold that one child would become a great hero…” The play was about to end its first scene, Sue needs to find her last actor before the stage sets up for the next part. Roaming room after room, she finds him in the farthest end of the hallway, away from everyone.
“Hey Haley, how’s Chris doing?” Relaxing in the chair was Mike’s sister holding onto her green clothed baby brother.
“The little actor’s doing great. We just went potty and changed him into his heroic garb.”
Her legs buckled as she said that word, as she annoyingly postponed her need to finish this last job.
“Awesome! I’ll take him over to Michelle in a minute so we can start the next scene.” Sue picks up the little tyke and coddles him into her arms. Haley grabs the door for them and walks with them to the set.
Waiting for the scene to end, Sue endures her throbbing bladder along with a little grabby child. His cat paws are groping around her body as she attempts to make him latch onto her arm. It’s an uncomfortable experience to say the least. Haley got a kick out of it. McCain appears at her side, spooking her at her dismay, but gives a recap of the performance. As Michelle walks offstage to meet with Sue and Chris, she quickly hands him off to her.
“Just keep him on your lap as you’re sitting, you got this!”
And with that, I think I’m good to go. Sue exits the set for a much needed bathroom refreshment. Rushing past the crew, she heads to the stairs on the end of stage and goes past the audience.
Are they bored? Can they appreciate my story? Is the seating any good? Can they hear the narrator? Scrambling thoughts come to her mind as she walks, her nerves acting up again as the audience doesn’t even notice her.
Not far is the restroom, she enters and takes a seat, locking the stall door. She couldn’t recall the last time she sat down, sighing in relief... except there was nothing coming out.
Oh come on! Whyyyyyy! Her bladder felt full enough to go, why wouldn’t anything come out. She took deep breaths, trying to relax. Her hands are jittering all the while, shaking like her heart is beating.
Please! C’mon, they need me over there! And I need you to work with me. Not a drop would come out and after a few minutes, Sue stands up with a sigh of regret. She rests her head against the stall wall, still trying to exercise her breathing, defeated.
Am I going to deal with this the whole play? This sucks! She would cry if she had the strength to despite feeling sad. Leaving the toilet, she washes her hands and rubs some water on her face.
I’ll have to just focus on the play.
She subtly returns to the backstage with an unfulfilled need. It feels like she was carrying a stone walking around. As much as she would love to unfold a chair and sit down to keep her strength, Sue’s mind is set on contributing to the play. The beige cat went over to McCain to review what she had to miss out on and think of what advice to give to the actors for future scenes they’re in. Despite his grabby nature earlier, Chris is being well behaved during his part with Michelle. He holds onto the gray cat’s arm and smiles as she acts like his mother. A smile creeps up Sue’s face,
YES! This is exactly what I was looking for.
Eyes gleam in sight of her vision coming true, not just in front of her but to a crowd as well. Not missing a beat, McCain puts a supportive hand on her back, “Congrats, but don’t you need to manage the actors for the upcoming part?” He would also comment how things could still fall apart, but it wasn’t often he saw her so happy. Sue starts heading further backstage languidly, wishing she could just be an audience member. Leaving the sight of the play, her movement continues to falter.
Ack, this urge is annoying. No need to rush myself.
At a snail’s pace waddling, she arrives at Lucy’s door. Inside was her and Mike, the visitor astonished that he was in here too.
“Oh, perfect,” looking at the scripts they’re carrying.
“Is it time already?” Mike disengages from practicing with Lucy.
“Yeah! Your lil bro did great! The set will be ready shortly.”
Preparing himself, Mike exits the room, slipping past Sue as she watches him scurry off and then closes the door.
“So what did Paulo want with you,” Director Sue perplexes aloud.
Lucy turns her back to her, “It’s nothing.”
“Really? Not even a little encouragement on your role?”
She hides her face under her robe, blushing, “You could say that.”
“If he did anything stupid, I’ll make him payback,” knowing she could nag him to tears.
“Don’t worry about it, drop it,” Lucy says with some force at the end.
Some deafening silence mixes with awkwardness until Lucy fills it, “The play’s great. You did a good job.”
The compliment out of nowhere from Lucy caused Sue’s lips to tingle, it was the nicest thing she heard in a while, especially from her. She could feel herself lose a bit of control, warmth inside of her heart and a bit at her crotch.
Oh crap! She clamps her legs together trying to be inconspicuous about it, “Thank you! Break a leg out there.”
In a mostly one sided conversation, Sue discusses what is to be expected of her performance in the upcoming climax. They practice some more lines and Sue encourages Lucy to do her best, trying to ease off some pressure. All the while, jamming her legs, feeling some pressure herself.
Maybe I should give it another try? With one last appeal to Lucy, Sue leaves the room to sneak out the stage again.
“Hey Sue!” A purple cat yells out. ”The cave background is completed finally! Also, I got all the dirt and rocks for the gray cat’s scene. Can you help me set it up?”
Ah, crap. Forgot about all that.
“All right! Let me help out. What good would I be otherwise,” forcing a friendly tone.
With some other drama club members’ help, they still were having difficulty moving the giant clump to the side of the stage.
Ya know, I probably should have thought of a better way to show climbing in the play. Being authentic sucks.
Her play calls for about a five foot tall pile of dirt and making that happen in the next ten minutes would be hell for anyone to pull off. Thankfully there’s a large crew backstage making it doable, but tiresome. Outside the back exit is a pickup truck with bags of dirt to haul.
Oh, these bags are pretty small. I could carry this easily.
Bending down to pick up the sack causes Sue to crumple with an audible gasp.
“Are you ok!” Jess rushes to her aid.
Her body tenses at the position she kept, threatening to let droplets run loose otherwise.
“I’ll be ok, I just pulled a muscle,” Sue said with gritting teeth.
Jess is completely unimpressed, “Damn, I know you’re a bookworm, but sheesh.”
She offers a hand and the supporting member grabs some pounds,
“I’ll take care of it here, stretch your body out.” Demoralized, she heads back inside, subtly attempting to hold herself with her hand. Watching the drama team dump hefty bags of soil onto the side of the stage, Sue ponders what else she could do at this point, other than using the bathroom.
To be fair, we need the fan for the part after this, but I wouldn’t fare any better moving that if that bag nearly did me in. Her abdomen continues to ache, trying its best to persuade its host to relieve herself. At the very least, it made her unable to stand still in one spot, pacing back and forth, jiggling her thighs in desperation.
Sick and envious of the developing scenery in front of her, Sue saunters off stage to the restroom again. A decent amount of the audience went missing, setting off her anxiety ridden brain with red flags. Doubts of her play form until she arrives at the hallway to see two lines formed at the restrooms.
C’mon, why does everyone need to go!
Not wanting to put up with her pee near all these strangers, she walks past the line to use the bathroom upstairs. Out of sight from everyone, Sue holds herself openly, one hand keeping pressure on her groin and the other gripping the railing, overcoming the steps one at a time. She hopes no one follows her as she ascents, checking back to ensure no one witnesses her in a disgraceful manner. A short yet grueling climb rewards the needy cat to an empty restroom.
Finally, maybe my body will allow me to go this time. She pulls on the door *THUD*
Huh!? Another pull confirmed her fear, locked. Her eyebrows furrow, mind swearing up a storm, and her tail flicks at the ground in despair. She’s bursting with anger and piss. Annoyed at the inconvenience, she takes a walk of shame back down the stairway, seeing the same people earlier.
Even if I was able to go, my bladder would have tensed up again.
Creating a plausible hypothesis of her situation, she stomps back to the back stage. The team has been working hard piling the dirt up. Even if it weren’t close to 5ft, they were making good pace and could work around the size issue. Once again, Jess runs up to Sue, “Sorry about earlier, but you can toss some rocks at Mike for the play,” handing her a sack. It wasn’t often to have the chance to pelt your friend with rocks and get away with it. If there was one thing Sue could look forward to in the play, it’s this.
Struggling is an understatement, getting through the play with this bulging bladder is torture. The rest of the play went smoothly enough, not that she’s paying much attention to it, she couldn’t focus on much. There wasn’t much left to go, the siblings in the story meet after years in a cave.
“I am here to seek answers. What are you doing to the townsfolk?”
Kneeling down, Sue flips the switch on the fan, roaring out razor winds on the two while Jess chucks rocks at the windstream. She’d hate to say it, but a part of Sue wishes her own play was over. Spectating the play, she squirms in her seat, rocking side to side. Well, it’s more like vacantly staring as her mind goes, Don’t peeDon’t peeDon’t pee and so on.
If only there was a pause button to stop the whole production so she could take care of her pee problem. She hasn't even noticed Jess staring in amusement, seeing how fidgety her posture is.
“You deal with this often in the movies?”
She was able to pick up her message despite the blowing fans next to her and her ochre cheeks became red.
“Not… this bad.”
“Yeah, one time I had to use a cup from the movie theater overestimating myself.”
Oh my GOD, why the hell did she have to tell me that, that’s the last thing I want to hear.
Sue shuts her eyes and ears if she could, I will NOT go in the middle of MY play backstage!
She wasn’t dangerously close to wetting herself, it just hurt like hell to bear with. A shining light hit the struggling woman’s eyes, signaling the ending song of the play. That would mean about five or so minutes until it’s over. She caught sight of Lucy’s stunning looks and her ears gave way to her enchanting voice. Lucy for the role of leading actress was perfect. Her music piece soothes the pain Sue felt, for just a moment, she thought she could make it. Taking hold of her angelic voice, Lucy carries the ending of her play. Some audience members were shedding tears, nearly unable to wait for the final scene to end to start clapping. But finally,
“Thank you for saving me.”
The actors all appear for their credits and bow. The curtains close with applause from the crowd. As much as she wants to go, it would be wrong to not give thanks to all her hard working cast before they leave. With Jess’s help again, standing her up, she steadily walks over to Mike looking over at Lucy, “Great job! You came a long way from when we first started.”
The white dressed woman walks away, Mike clearly wanting to pursue, “Here, take care of Chris til' I come back,” thrusting the boy into her arms.
Aw man, where’s Haley? She darts her eyes around to spot her unsuccessfully.
Maybe back at the room where she had Chris earlier? Upon taking one step while carrying Chris, her stomach felt like a dumbbell. Her legs dropped her into a squatting position, barely able to catch herself from losing it.
Shit! I can’t wait anymore. I gotta piss so bad it hurts.
With her legs contorting as if tightened by rope, Sue waddles as fast as she could out of the auditorium. Eyes targeting the bathroom, there weren't as many people compared to earlier.
C’mon C’mon, I’m nearly there.
Opening the door while holding onto Chris is a challenge, but he held on tight to her arm to not fall off as her free hand overcame the obstacle. Fortunately, the handicap stall is vacant, wasting no time to claim it. Locking the door, Sue puts the kid down and wobbles to the toilet. Chris stares at the woman that held him in confusion, sitting on the floor with mouth agape. Making contact with the cool touch of porcelain, she takes a deep breath and hopes something would come out. Her bladder felt like a rock, unwilling to budge. Feeling all the pee sloshing around under her stomach torments Spending so much time to not pee and it wouldn’t come out when she wanted it to. A grimace forms with a tear to match.
Why? What should I do?
As she wept, Chris crawls forward to Sue’s leg, grabbing hold, hugging. Like a spell being broken, a spurt escapes into the bowl, then a small trickle for a brief moment until the floodgates open. Relief at last! The troubled girl gave a sigh of success after so long. A torrent of pee continuously launches at a fast rate, concentrated directly on the water, piercing both Sue’s and Chris’s eardrums. Her bladder still aches as she went, but could feel the slight reprieve of its contents being evacuated. Her leg became warm, Chris still holding strong. Waiting for all of her pee to come out, Sue bends over to pick up Chris and puts him on her lap. She whispers, “I don’t know how, but thank you,” pressing her temple onto his head. The small gray cat smiles and giggles in response, not knowing any words. Over time, her stream weakens and becomes droplets to a summer rain. Refreshing, she takes some toilet paper and wipes, blocking his view by turning him around. Exiting with a resounding flush, she washes her hands, ignoring any strangers’ thoughts over the little kid, it didn’t matter.
Returning to the auditorium, she eventually meets up with Mike, handing over his baby brother back, saying farewells. Driving back home with her mom she learns that she has a hard journey in front of her if she were to continue theater, but knew she could overcome whatever comes her way. |
sorry I haven’t written a story in a while. I didn’t really find any inspiration. Things in my personal life got busy too. But writing this story was a lot of fun.
“When’s Olivia coming?” Gianina asked
“She’s alway late to like, everything” Addison said.
Tonight Addison was hosting a sleepover at her house. She hadn’t had a sleepover hosted at her house before. Considering her parents were on a business trip she thought that there was no better time then today.
She invited her best friends. Gianina, Chloe, Jesse and of course Olivia who was running late to sleepover. Olivia always ran late to planned events.
A lot of the time this is because of her being unprepared. Her style of waiting until the time she needed to leave then get ready has lead to some unfortunate bladder related accidents.
When the girls where trying to pick a movie to watch they heard a knock on the door. It was Olivia.
“I like, just woke up right now” Olivia said as she walked through the door. Her forehead was sweaty but even after running to Addison’s place, her blonde bangs and hair were looking perfect. She even had black eye shadow on which went perfectly with her black and red pajamas.
Addison was looking like she always did. She didn’t dress up. All she did was put on pajamas which, to her was just black sweat pants and a grey sports jersey.
“Come in” Addison told her.
“Why are you wearing makeup to a sleep over?” Gianina said to Olivia.
“I wear makeup everywhere. It’s a habit” Olivia answered
Gianina was a short black haired girl who usually wore her hair in a bun or pony tail. She only wore booty shorts and an old top that barely fit. She was usually the one who got the group of friends into trouble.
Naturally when the group was picking a movie Gianina picked a horror movie. Not With out protest from Jesse though.
Jesse got scared pretty easily. She could barely watch a horror movie because more than half the runtime she had her head buried in her hands. All you could see was her brow hair covering her small body. She wore deep blue pajamas the traditional kind that Olivia was wearing accept it was just solid blue.
Chloe on the other hand was a big horror fan. Barely any movie scared her. On the contrary she was very jumpy. The only way you could scare her is by surprising her.
So the girls started the movie anyway.
It was only about an hour and fourty five minutes.
By half way through the movie Jesse was on the verge of tears with her head buried in Chloe’s lap. Chloe was acting like a mother to her right now. Still managing to make her laugh while she was so scared. It was pretty sweet.
On the other hand Addison was almost falling asleep resting her head on Olivia’s shoulder. She didn’t find the movie that scary. She wasn’t really tired either. She just wanted to be close to Olivia.
Barely five minutes later Jesse had recovered enough to look at the screen. It was a tense part. But right as she started to think nothing was gonna happen, there was a jumpscare.
Everyone jumped and Addison and Gianina Screamed. But Jesse had it much worse. In her fright her bladder muscles had gone numb. Once she had collected herself she realized. She just had a small accident. It showed through her pants. The wet spot was about the size of a mug.
She reached her hand down and felt the damage. She looked up at Chloe. She sat up, making sure to shield her eyes from the screen.
“Chloe I had an accident” Jesse told her. Chloe looked at her with a calm expression on her face as a strand of Chloe’s dirty blond hair fell onto her face.
Chloe lifted Jesse onto her lamp. Chloe was much taller compared to Jesse who was pretty small for her age. When Jesse was on her lap she just hugged her. She always thought of Jesse like a little sister.
Eventually Chloe reached her hand under the blanket and felt Jesse’s butt. It was wet. She expected her to do this going in though. She knew her too well. They both stayed like that for the rest of the movie.
“That was pretty bad” Gianina said.
“Your the one who suggested it though” Said Chloe
“Doesn’t mean I can’t have my own opinion. This is a free country” Gianna responded.
“Whatever. Let’s go downstairs and play some video games in my room” Addison said. Her room was in the basement since her house was a bungalow.
“Chloe what now? I don’t want them to see, y’know” Jesse said with the brightest red face. A couple more drips of pee slipped during the movie. It didn’t help that she kept trying to watch it and she had to go really badly.
“Here, come with me. We’ll go to the bathroom up here.” Chloe said as she lead Jesse to bathroom.
They walked into the bathroom. Chloe opened all the drawers until she found what she needed. A hair dryer.
“Show me where the wet places are.” Chloe asked. Jesse turned around and spread her legs. Chloe started blow drying.
“You sure you didn’t pee a little more when you were on my lap?” Chloe asked.
“It was really scary and I had to go bad!” Jesse exclaimed.
Alright that should be good. No more wet spot.” Chloe said as she left the room to go downstairs. She figured she’d need a couple more minutes to figure out her underwear situation.
As Jesse sat there blow drying she thought about why she kept leaking. It wasn’t really because of the movie. It was because she had her head pressed up against Chloe’s breasts.
While as Chloe thought of Jesse as a little sister, Jesse thought of Chloe like a girl who was out of her league. So that was the first time she got close to her in that way.
Chloe headed into Addison’s room followed by Jesse and was met with immediate arguing.
“I this your guitar?” Gianina said pointing at the wall mounted electric guitar.
“Yeah. And it costs more than you so don’t mess around with it.” Addison responded
“Let me play.” Olivia said as she took it down carefully. She started playing it perfectly. Addison was entranced watching her play. Her beautiful blond hair covering her strumming pattern.
“I didn’t know you played” Addison said.
“I guess I’m just full of surprises.” Olivia said as she smiled.
A couple hours had passed and Jesse, Gianina and Chloe had fallen asleep. Addison and Olivia were still awake though.
They were sharing funny stories with each other. They enjoyed each other’s company.
“Wait. Have you ever like, pissed yourself?” Olivia asked her.
“There was one time like, a year ago. I was in class and the teacher said I couldn’t go to the bathroom because it was just the beginning of class. So I was holding it so hard. But I peed my pants and my chair.” Addison said while laughing.
“Have you ever had an accident?” Addison said as she sat down on the bed Olivia was on.
“ Not since I was a baby. I’m not like you going around peeing everywhere.” Olivia said laughing.
“You better not tell anyone you jerk.” Addison said quickly.
The two kept laughing until they woke Chloe up.
“you guys need to keep it down it’s 3 am.” Chloe said as she stumbled out of the room.
Twenty minutes past and Chloe still hadn’t come back. At this point Addison and Olivia were lying side by side in bed.
“I think she fell asleep in there” Addison giggled
“This is a bad time to mention this but... I really really have to pee.” Olivia said in a timid voice.
“Why don’t you just go up stairs?” Addison asked.
“It’s to scary after watching that movie. I’d pee my pants as soon as I step up there.” Olivia answered with her cheeks turning pink.
The two kept talking while Olivia was fidgeting with her legs. She felt like if she stopped she would have peed in Addison’s bed.
Chloe walked back into the room looking more tired than ever.
“Did you fall asleep?” Addison asked. Olivia was to desperate to tell jokes and Chloe didn’t even answer she was so tired.
“Are you gonna go now?” Addison asked
“Can you please come with me? I’m to scared.” Olivia asked with an embarrassed look on her face.
And so the two sat off to the bathroom. Almost as soon as they left the room Olivia felt a ping in her bladder. She leaked a little bit into her panties.
“I don’t know if I can walk any farther I have to pee so bad.” Olivia said as she buried her sweaty hands deep in her crotch to relieve pressure.
They kept walking anyways. They were right at the door of the bathroom. But suddenly Olivia bent down and stopped walking.
“Addison- I can’t stop it. I’m gonna pee myself.” Olivia said.
As she said it, her panties started to become soaked. The wetness quickly spread to her but rolling through her crack and soaking through her underwear and making a wet stain on the butt of her pajamas. After that it trickled down her thighs soaking her pants on the way down. Eventually what was left of the stream dripped down her ankles and on to the carpet.
As the stream stopped she dashed into the bathroom. Not before Addison slid through.
She sat on the lid of the toilet as her jaw trembled and her pants lightly dripped.
“Addison I’m so sorry about it I swear!” Olivia said while feeling her wet crotch.
Addison didn’t know what to do. She sat down on the counter and looked at Olivia wet pants. She didn’t know how she felt.
“Come here.” Addison said opening her arms for a hug.
Olivia got up and hugged Addison. But Olivia felt a weird wetness on the front of her thighs. Addison was peeing her pants.
Her crotch was right on top of Olivia’s leg. The pee soaked through Addison’s pants. It was the biggest wet spot she had ever seen. It was even bigger than Olivia’s.
They both stood there in soaked pants. Addison reached out and felt Olivia’s thigh and all the pee on it.
She looked into Olivia’s eyes. Before she knew what was happening Olivia was kissing her repeatedly.
“I love you” Olivia said.
“I love you more” Addison said. It was the most confident she’d been all night.
Edited April 10, 2022 by theperson2052
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Despite the name, this has little to do with sex or cities. This is a comedy about an indie band called Power Lich that’s attempting to cover Van She's Sex City. Believe it or not, there is omorashi involved. It's a little different from what I usually write, but given that this is my second story posted, that doesn't matter one bit. It's got a slow start but it's worth it. Trust me.
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“I still have time,” was a lie Alexi told himself often. “I still have time for bed” was what he said to himself at four AM, 3/4ths of the way through a View Askew marathon that ultimately culminated in him falling asleep during the middle of Clerks II. “I still have time to get ready” was what he said when he, sprawled out in a heap on his couch, muted his alarm and slid his phone across the room. He thought he was going to close his eyes for twenty more seconds and then get up to start the day. What he actually did was slip right back into his slumber only to wake up to an alarm he couldn’t mute, someone banging at his front door. “I still have time to figure out what I’m gonna say,” was what he finally settled with as the racket coming from the door got harder to ignore. “Be there in a sec!” he yelled out as he stumbled off the couch and towards the hall in the exact opposite direction. He passed by two doors, his bedroom and his bathroom. He had exactly ten seconds to come up with a plan, and as he frantically looked from between his unkempt bedroom and the shower, he found himself a little disappointed that the only thing he could think of was either climbing out the window, or turning all the lights off and hiding in the shower.
“Come on, dude! I know you’re in there!” The muffled voice from behind the door let him know that he did not in fact, still have time. Then it hit him, the brilliant plan that’d save his ass, and maybe more if he really went with it. He ducked into the bathroom, grabbed some choice tools, and then dashed over to the door and opened it. It was Morgan, the vocalist and leader of their band. Twenty tons of anti-establishment rhetoric crammed into a stern looking, rail-thin ginger with a black snakebite peeking out below her lower lip. Her shadow fell over him and he was suddenly reminded that she was the second tallest in the band, and he sure as hell wasn’t the first. With nothing but his dignity to lose, he put his grand plan into motion.
“Hey Morgan, I’ll be out in a sec, I just gotta brush my teeth,” he said, vigorously working the brush’s handle for effect.
She furrowed her brow and looked him up and down. “Weren’t you wearing that yesterday?” she said, motioning to his general person.
“Yeah, uh… was I?” he asked, knowing full well that he’d even forgotten to change out of his shoes and socks, let alone yesterday’s clothes.
“Uh-huh.” He couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t look particularly impressed, nor very happy to see him.
“Well I like this shirt, it’s got,” he paused, tugged at the hem of his shirt and looked at the design printed on the front. “It’s got a big red sun on it. And I don’t know what the Japanese characters on the front say, but I’m willing to bet that it has something to do with the sun. I like it, I like this shirt,” he said, continuing to nervously spill words even as Morgan stared at him with an unbroken, vaguely disappointed glare.
“Alexi.”
“That’s me.”
“Do you know what time it is?”
“Yeah, just a sec,” he said as he reached down to his pocket for his phone. When his hands came back empty, he looked over to the floor and saw his phone still sitting on the carpet. He sheepishly walked over to it, picked it up and gave it a quick look-over. One missed alarm, three reminders arranged by severity (practice on friday, practice @ 10:00, practice in an hour, u better be at practice), and a missed call from Morgan. Most importantly, it was 10:45. He gently slid his phone back into his pocket and walked back over to his bandmate. “I’m gonna be honest with you, there’s not even any toothpaste on this,” he glumly admitted as he took the brush out of his mouth.
“I know,” she admitted with a sigh. “Get your shit, I’ll be waiting in the car.”
“I can still just drive there, you know.”
“And waste more of the band’s time? Not a chance. Besides, I need to talk to you. Might as well kill two birds with one stone,” she said as she turned away and stepped off the porch. Off she went, down the stone footpath to the driveway where her still-idling car was parked. Her windows were tinted, but he could still feel her glaring at him as she stepped into her car and waited. Without a moment to waste, Alexi set his toothbrush down on the couch’s armrest and beelined to his study. Resting on its stand was his prized Flying V, its smooth black finish glinting in the morning sun. Frantic as he was, he took extreme care with unplugging it from the nearby amp and putting it in its case, though the quick double-honk of a car horn quickened his pace somewhat. He slung the case over his shoulder along with its related cables and took up his oversized amp with both arms and hobbled unsteady down the hall at a breakneck pace. When he was on the stage, the crisp sound of a massive amplifier was unmatched, but having to carry the thing to and fro was a pain unlike any other.
Thankfully, she hadn’t bothered to close his door, so getting to Morgan’s car wasn’t so much an ordeal but rather a mild inconvenience, so through the door he went, shutting it carelessly with his foot. Seeing his struggle, as well as quickly realizing the fact that he was a walking, talking risk to her car’s structural integrity, Morgan quickly opened the rear door closest to him. With the grace and poise of a rogue lightning strike, he thundered towards the open door and set his amp down on the back seat, sat it upright, and shut the door. No matter what, Alexi made sure that the guitar always rode with him. So into the passenger seat he went, guitar case propped up between his legs; he buckled himself in and prepared for what might be the most awkward car ride of his life.
Morgan was the first to speak, starting up steady as she backed out of the driveway and peeled off down the street. “First off, I’m sorry for snapping at you back there. But if you want a future in this band, we need to have a talk.”
“Jesus, we’re really getting into it.”
“You're not gonna believe it, but I had a feeling you'd say exactly that,” she said as she reached for a tall can in the cupholder and handed it off to him. “I also had a feeling that you’d forget to eat anything this morning, so I got you something to keep you awake. Canned battery acid – your favorite flavor.”
He looked over the can in his hands, his fingers leaving prints in the condensation on its surface. Sure enough, it was his favorite high-octane energy drink. With zero sugar and enough caffeine to drop a cow, it was everything a growing boy needed. With a nod, he popped the tab and downed the can. Morgan shot a quick glance over to him and smirked, though he couldn’t even begin to guess as to why.
“I don’t sugarcoat things, you know that better than anyone. So I’m gonna go ahead and say it: you’re a fantastic guitarist Alexi, but you’ve really got to get your shit together.”
“Now hold on a minute,” Alexi interjected, mid-swig. “I don’t think-”
“And every time I try to tell you, you’ve always got some excuse! Finish that can first and maybe that’ll give me a minute to talk,” she exclaimed. He obeyed, albeit unwillingly, with his brow furrowed in frustration. “We practice three times a week, and two out of three of those times you’re late. When you’re here on time, you’ve forgotten something or end up getting caught up on some pointless bullshit that wastes everyone's' time. And you know who ends up having to run after you when you’re not where you’re supposed to be? It’s me. It’s always been me.”
He’d finished his drink by this point but remained silent as she tore into his pride and confirmed his biggest fears.
“I’m here to kick ass and make music with my friends, not babysit you.”
Alexi waited for her to continue, but his expectations were dashed as she stared him down, eyes full of fire but with no words left to be said.
He thought of what he could say next to fill the void but nothing felt right. The sound of crumpling aluminum filled the car as he nervously compressed the can between his hands while he struggled with his thoughts. “I’m sorry,” he finally said after flattening the can into a tiny silver disc, utterly unable to be crushed any tighter.
“I know. Which is why, believe it or not, I'm not mad at you – just frustrated. But that's okay, because I've got a fix for this that I know you'll be interested in. I’m gonna give you three choices... or really just one, considering how you like to do things. You ready for ‘em?”
“Yes?”
“Sick,” she replied, that ominous smirk creeping back over her face. “Option number one, we roll up to practice and pretend this never happened.”
“That sounds kinda nice…”
“But,” she continued, “If you slip up again, even once, then you’re out of the band.”
“Oh,” he replied, his expression taking a turn for the morose.
“Not the best odds on that one, sorry. Second up, I turn this car around and take you back home. You won’t be in the band anymore, but you won’t have to worry about the stress of it all, you know? I’ll tell the boys that you needed some time away. Think of it as a get-your-life-back-together thing without the added embarrassment of getting kicked out.”
This response scrunched his face right up, much to her apparent delight. “What?! Why is that one even an option?”
“For variety I guess,” she said with a half shrug. “I really only included it as a buffer between option one and three.”
“So what’s option three then?”
At this, her smirk progressed into a wide smile. “Remember how I told you that I wasn’t here to babysit you?”
“Yeah?”
“Option three changes that a little bit. I’m at the point where I’m willing to overlook these slip-ups and more, provided that we get you to a place where you’re taking care of yourself and all that. But in order to do that, I’m gonna need you to listen to everything I say. It wasn’t my job to babysit you before, but with this I’ll be making it my job.”
“Uh…”
“So what’ll it be? We’ve got about five minutes before we pull up to practice, so that’s five minutes to think about it.”
And think about it he did.
Morgan gave him a few minutes to respond, occasionally shooting a sidelong glance at him when she thought he might be about to speak. But when it was clear that he was going to stare listlessly out the window instead of doing what needed to be done, she spoke up once more. “If you’re looking to get back at me for all this, dipping out isn’t a bad option. If you leave now, we’re shit out of luck for Saturday’s gig, and we’re going to have a hell of a time trying to find someone who can play your parts.”
He looked over to see just how much she was making fun of him but was genuinely shocked to see a serious expression on her face.
“So, are you down for this or what?”
“This barely feels like a choice…”
“I need a yes or no, dude.”
“Fine,” he finally said after a moment’s hesitation. The way she didn't hesitate to grin at his response made him shudder.
They pulled up to practice not long after. Out of all the band, they decided that Mike had the best space: a relatively spacious garage attached to a brick colonial-style house that looked like it’d been pulled straight out of the 70s – complete with the boxwood hedges and the faded green shutters. The garage door was up, and Alexi saw Harrison and Mike in their “studio”, all plugged up with nowhere to go. From the looks of it, they were half-heartedly noodling while waiting for the both of them to get back. Harrison looked away from his bass and up at them as Morgan brought the car up the driveway and killed the engine.. He offered a half-hearted wave before going straight back to staring at his shoes and cranking out tunes; though not before going over to his amp and ramping up the gain.
“Is that– American Football? Goddamn dude, I can hear it from here. I hope he’s not still mad about… why are you looking at me like that?”
Morgan was staring at him with her arms crossed and an overly-serious expression on her face, though the occasional twitch from the corner of her lip let him know that she was sincerely looking forward to what was about to happen.
“Since you admitted to me that you need a little help with these predicaments you keep finding yourself in, we’re going to set some ground rules.”
“Like?”
“First, curb the swearing. It’s unbecoming of a ‘young man’ such as yourself.”
“Dude, the patch on your sleeve literally says ‘get fucked’.”
She pulled the fabric on her black denim jacket taut to flaunt the embroidered patch. “It says отъебись, and I’m allowed to say whatever I want because as of right now, I'm the only real adult in this car.”
“This is getting a little weird, but okay.”
“Second, when the band’s doing anything together, practice or gig, you get focused – and you stay focused. No wandering off. If you need to do something else, you clear it with me first.”
“Reasonable.”
“Third, my word is law. If I ask you to do something, I want you to do it.”
“You’re starting to lose me again.”
Morgan laughed and opened the car door. “Fourth and finally, I’m not going to drop the hammer on you if you slip up, but I do have some creative ways to manage my boy's behavior.”
“You lost me…”
“Well c’mon out, let’s see if we can find you again,” she said playfully as she shut the car door and went over to grab his amp from the back. “Here, I’ll even help you out.”
“Oh, uh… thanks.”
“Chin up, dude. This isn’t gonna be so bad. This could be a lot of fun!”
“For you maybe.”
The pair walked up the driveway and through the open garage door. Harrison seemed to start playing just a little bit louder and flashed a sly smirk as Alexi walked by.
“There you are! We thought you weren’t gonna show for a minute there.”
“Wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Alexi said half heartedly as followed Morgan over to his designated corner. He always preferred to be closer to the stage when they played, but the only free outlet in the garage was tucked away in the far corner of the room. She carefully set his bulky amp down where he usually stuck it and plugged it up.
“She’s all yours,” she said while she walked over to her own setup – the rat’s nest. All he knew was that she did the vocals and keyboards for the band. The first part was simple enough, but the second part was a mess of cables and bizarre many-knobbed boxes plugged into a keyboard, all conveniently fitted onto what he could only describe as an oversized shoe-rack.
“Mike and I are already pretty warmed up, so do you guys want to get right into it?”
“Actually, yeah. Let’s start with Cloak of the Undead King and play the whole set,” Alexi said suddenly as he fished around in his pocket for his favorite jazz pick while he shouldered his guitar. Were it not for the staticy hum of the amps, one could probably hear the sound of a pin drop in that garage. Everyone was staring at Alexi with confusion.
“Well if this is how you’re going to come to practice, you should start sleeping in more often,” Harrison quipped. Alexi gave a tight lipped smile and gritted his teeth. He was going to show them how it was done and prove that he wasn’t a cut-rate layabout on a pawnshop guitar.
For the first time that month, Alexi felt like a golden god. Fueled by frustration and the intense desire to prove that he’s got nothing to prove, he poured his heart and soul into this session. He’d put hours into practicing, he just struggled to show it all off until now. He occasionally glanced up at Morgan and the others to see the look on their faces. He was a little disappointed to find everyone else more or less preoccupied, but he did notice that Morgan carried a self-satisfied half smile upon her face, a surefire sign that she was planning something, he figured. But he didn’t care, he was in the zone. As they flawlessly powered through all of the originals they’d chosen for tomorrow's set, his ego began to inflate tenfold as he started to forget the altercation that had even brought about this mess. He was a cowboy firing from the hip, an unstoppable force of nature, a centurion standing on the banks of the Rubicon, a-
Jesus, I have to pee. When was the last time I went to the bathroom?
Now that his brain was firing on all cylinders, he suddenly remembered that he never relieved himself that morning. Or the night before, actually, as he really didn’t want to miss a minute of Kevin Smith’s masterful cinematography.
“Could we hold up a sec before we start the next track? Need to piss something fierce.”
“Can you grab me a peeb from the fridge on the way back?” Mike asked, shortly before descending into rapid fire with his double pedal – he paid all that money for it, and figured that he’d at least get to use it over breaks.
“Before you do that, come ‘round the side,” Morgan said, beckoning to him with two fingers.
He flipped off the power on his amp, took his strap from around his shoulders and balanced the guitar against the amp before walking off to Morgan’s corner of the garage.
“Remember that talk we had in the car?” She spoke in a low voice, just loud enough to be heard in between the beats of Mike’s racket.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
She responded with a smile. It took him a moment to realize what she was referring to, but his shoulders slumped the second it hit him.
“Really?” he asked with a defeated tone.
“Mmmhm – though I’ll let you grab that PBR if you’d like to take a quick walk. Best way to keep your head in the game is to get right back to it as soon as possible, huh?”
He only offered a groan in response as he stomped off towards the kitchen.
“Don’t forget to leave the door open so I can see you!” she yelled after him, causing him to wince and quicken his pace.
“What’d you say?” Harrison yelled as he looked up from his bass.
Morgan laughed and waved her hand dismissively, “Don’t worry about it – inside joke!”
He was relieved that they couldn’t see his face as he walked through the door. He couldn’t hide the growing look of dread on his face. He didn’t really think about how he was going to hide this from the others, but now he was stuck in the thick of it. And worse still was the fact that he had to figure it out all while really needing to pee. Thanks to some choice mismanagement, he never really had a chance to go that morning. Despite this, he wasn’t too worried about it. At least he knew he had something to stop him from getting too sleepy.
He walked into the kitchen and went for the fridge. Mike let everyone keep their stuff on the bottom shelf. Morgan kept a bunch of ciders from some brewery no one had ever heard of, Mike had his 24 rack of Milwaukee’s cheapest, and Alex… Well, Alexi always forgot to bring something in, so he’d skimp one or two from Mike and call it a day. He almost went and grabbed an extra beer for himself when he nabbed Mike’s, but the thought of more liquid entering his system made him want to press his legs together and awkwardly wander off in search of the bathroom. He didn’t, as Morgan was looking right at him from two rooms and a hallway down, but he couldn’t deny that he wanted to. He sighed, shut the fridge door, and rejoined the rest of the band in the garage.
“Here,” Alexi said as he handed Mike his drink. This finally got him to stop drumming and he graciously accepted the handoff.
“Cheers,” he replied as he popped the tab, drank a fair bit of it, and set it down next to his stool.
Thank god for these concrete floors, Alexi thought, knowing that the can had a lifespan of about five minutes before another one of Mike’s solos would knock it over.
Morgan took this momentary silence to get a couple of words in. Not that she needed to. Alexi was half impressed, half envious of her ability to get people to listen up and do what needed to be done. Hell, he thought, She even strung me along for this stupid arrangement.
“We’ve already been over the originals, let’s run through the covers for Saturday again,” she said as she fiddled around with her synth setup, flipping through patches in search of the right one. “Let’s do a run-through and see if there’s any last minute shit we want to change.”
“Wait, what did we decide with the tempo?” Mike asked.
“Speeding it up is cool, but it really changes the tone of the set, especially since we’ve got Wandering Star right before it.”
“Do people still listen to Portishead?” asked Harrison.
“Eh…” replied Mike and Morgan collectively, the former adding in a middling “so-so” gesture with his hand.
“The people at Stonethorpe listen to Portishead, and I think that’s what matters,” Morgan said as she played off a test chord, smiling and nodding slightly at the resulting sound.
“So… if we were playing downtown at Jackson’s, would you have us doing dad rock?” Mike asked.
“Got us playing some acca dacca, aye?” Harrison quickly added in with some awful mock-European accent.
“Yes and no,” she replied. “We draw them in with songs they know and love, and sneak in some songs they don’t know they love yet. Covering all the bases, diversifying portfolios and all that garbage.”
“I actually kinda like Portishead…” Alexi mumbled.
“So if we figured that out, then what about–”
And so around and around they went for the next four minutes as they did anything but play the rest of the set. For the first time in his life, Alexi was deeply concerned by the lack of actual playing being done.
So there he stood, perched off the side next to his amp as the rest of the band rattled off around him. He didn’t really care what they decided, he always just riffed off of them and came up with his own bits when the need arose. He usually used moments like these to zone out or test out a riff he was working on, but that little nagging sensation down below started becoming more than just an annoyance. As he caught himself unconsciously pressing his legs together and unable to push thoughts of urgency out of his mind, he knew that it had just upgraded itself to a full-blown problem. One that would require him to find a solution very soon otherwise Morgan’s “babysitting” comments might be taken a lot more literally than he hoped. He anxiously tapped his foot as he awaited the end of their discussions. He was gonna hold out, weather the storm. I still have time, he found himself thinking. And for the briefest of moments, it seemed like he was right. The conversation seemed to be dying down, they were talking about the setlist again! But right before they could get back to it, Alexi noticed Morgan was looking straight at him. With a wink, she turned her attention back to the others.
“Wait, one last thing before we get back to the set. Are we doing the shirts with or without the frockets?”
“We talked about this!” Harrison exclaimed. From his tone, one might’ve thought someone had desecrated grandfather's grave, or something as equally noxious. “Frockets are gay! They’re gonna think we’re gay!”
That’s when he realized it. Oh my god, he thought, She’s doing it on purpose. She’s been doing it on purpose this entire time. The energy drink, the rules about him staying put, the little comments sprinkled here or there. He thought she probably wanted to piss his pants in front of everyone to teach him some sort of lesson, or maybe just humiliate him enough to make him want to quit. Well I’m not going to give her the satisfaction. His eyes flitted towards the door to the hall, just slightly ajar. The knowledge that the bathroom was just around the corner made his bladder feel like a lead weight – he felt himself clench up just thinking about it. I could just sneak away right now…
But he didn’t. He stayed right where he was, because he knew one thing: when Morgan says something, she means it. If he was going to win and beat her at her own weird game, he’d have to play by her rules.
He took up his guitar, slid the strap over his shoulder, and flipped the amp back on. He made sure the volume was set to obnoxious, the bass to teeth rattling, the mid to “I don’t know what this knob does but it stresses out our sound guy so it must be good.” “So are we doing Van She or what?” he exclaimed as he began playing the first few notes of the track. It was meant for bass, but he knew Harrison’s bit just enough to make do.
“Woah, someone’s feeling perky today. Morgan must’ve really laid into you on the way over,” Mike teased.
“You know… that doesn’t sound half bad,” Harrison said as he listened to Alexi play his part, nodding along to the semi-improved riffs he was pulling out. “You guys wanna blend that with the bassline for the intro? I think that’d sound sick as hell.”
“Whatever dude, just play!” He hated that he had to be so blunt, but there wasn’t any time left to waste. It also helped that with everyone playing, no one would notice how skittish he was being. To both his surprise and relief, everyone else seemed more or less onboard with following along. Mike put down his beverage and finally used the pedals as intended, though at a slower pace than he would’ve liked, Harrison picked up his bass and took back over the bassline, and with Morgan on the synths, the song was turning about to be the best thing that had happened to him that day. That was of course, until they hit that final note of the song, in which he was faced with the grim realization that they still had the rest of the set to finish out with.
He was glad Morgan was on the synths and the vocals, because if they had him in the mic, the rest of the band would’ve been able to hear all of his little moans and soft huffs as his already overfull bladder was pushed even further. He tried his best to act like nothing was wrong, but his stiff posture and antsy legs made it incredibly clear to anyone keeping a close eye on him that he was in some serious trouble. I just need to get through this song, he kept thinking to himself on loop, but the more his mind raced, the worse his urges became. During the third-to-last track, he tried to see if moving around a little as he played helped keep his desperation in check. It certainly gave him something to keep his mind off it, but having to play, focus on not wetting himself, and maneuvering around a disorganized band setup proved to be a disastrous combination as his foot snagged on his own guitar cable and nearly sent him careening to the floor. He managed to avoid totally wrecking himself on the concrete, but the sudden jolt forward put immense pressure on his bladder. His eyes went wide as he felt a hot jet of urine flow out of him and soak into the front of his boxers.
His instincts screamed at him to drop everything and grab his crotch to try and delay the flood, but he was only just barely able to stop himself from doing so. Stiff as a board, he stood there as he gracelessly tried to keep up with the rest of the band. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Morgan occasionally glanced up from her synth to get a nice long look at him. She looked particularly pleased with herself, something that made his ears burn as he struggled to hold out against another wave. He tried to hold this position as best he could, but he felt another spurt of pee escape, and then another. His blood ran cold as he felt the spurts build into a steady dribble. Things had already gone from bad to worse, and he needed to act now to prevent things from going worse to apocalyptic. He frantically adjusted his beloved guitar to sit just below his waist and pressed it firmly against his crotch. He winced and let out a tiny gasp as the sudden pressure forced out one last tiny trickle that ran down his leg with an agonizing slowness.
Thank god these jeans are black, he thought to himself, though deep down he knew that the dark fabric could only hide so much. He couldn’t tell for sure, but it felt like he was sporting a wet spot the size of his hand, as well as a tiny trail inching down his left pant leg.
It was around this point that his playing went right to hell. He’d managed to last for the longest time, but he quickly learned that fidgeting in place with his leaky little spout pressed up against his instrument wasn’t exactly conducive to nailing those chords. His playing wasn’t just bad, it was borderline experimental. His cheeks flushed every time Mike or Harrison looked up at him when he slipped up, and even more so when Morgan stole a glance or two, her eyes trailing down to the errant little droplets pooling at his feet. To the untrained eye, it just looked like a bit of sweat, but she knew – and he hated that. It felt like forever to Alexi, but it wasn’t too long before they finally finished the track. Instead of going straight into the next one however, there was a lull in the music, accompanied by a strange vibe in the room. Everyone knew something was up, but it took several seconds of silence before anyone decided to say anything about it.
“Hey Alexi, you okay?”
“Mmm great!” he shot back through gritted teeth.
“Alright. You wanna take five real quick? Freaking Out the Neighborhood was pretty rough.”
“Honestly,” Morgan said, suddenly piping up, “I think we should give that another run through.” The comment was enough to drain the color from Alexi’s face.
“Couldn’t hurt. No such thing as too prepared, yeah?”
Mike nodded along with Harrison’s comment, sealing Alexi’s fate with a simple gesture.
“Another… run through?” he whimpered. His brain felt like it was on fire, in stark contrast to the massive flood that threatened to spill out below.
“Yup!” Morgan replied, only barely attempting to conceal her smile.
“I-”
He couldn’t think of a response. He racked his brain for something, anything to worm his way out of this, but all he could think of was how much he needed to empty himself. Moran tilted her head to the side and furrowed her brow, feigning confusion as Alexi stood there, shivering slightly with his mouth slightly open as if he was about to speak. Just then, a strong spasm below forced the floodgates back open ever-so-slightly. He felt utterly helpless as hot beads of urine dribbled out of his twitching length and soaked into his jeans. If it wasn’t for the guitar pressed up against him, he knew he’d have just pissed himself then. Despite it all, he still didn’t think he actually wet himself yet. He thought he actually still had time to get to the bathroom at the end of this. The dribbling and wet patches didn’t count, of course.
“Something you wanna say, dude?” Morgan asked suddenly, thrusting him back into reality.
“I think I need…”
His legs involuntarily trembled, tired from being kept so tense for so long. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, just barely out of sync with a now-bored Mike who was slowly starting back up with the pedals again. A sudden blossom of heat splashed around his crotch.
“I need to-”
The static from Harrison’s amp felt like it was creeping up his back. He could feel himself being crushed beneath the weight of their gaze. The warmth had crept down to his thighs now, and against his better judgment, he dared to look down. He could see his black jeans glistening as the denim soaked up his liquid shame. And yet, one thought still reigned supreme in his mind.
I still have time to make it.
“Ineedtotakecareofsomething!” he belted out all at once as he rushed out of the garage through the open door, stopping only to set his guitar down against the wall. Harrison followed suit and set his bass down before he started to follow him, but Morgan quickly got out of her seat and moved to the doorway first. “Hold up, I’ll take care of him,” she said, holding a hand out to stop him. “He hasn’t been feeling too hot today, it's why he slept in so hard.”
“You know, I was wondering about that all practice, but I didn’t wanna say anything. I felt like it would’ve been weird,” he replied as he stepped out of the way and let Morgan rush by.
Alexi was vaguely aware of the footsteps trailing him down the hall, but was too occupied with his own mind-numbing desperation to really care. His gait was unsteady and with every footstep he felt just a little more spurt out. But he saw the bathroom door just up ahead, and despite everything, he was still gunning for it. The stain had now traveled down to his knees, and he couldn’t help but cringe as the piss-soaked fabric clung to his legs as he rushed for the door that was just mere feet away. He knew it’d be pyrrhic victory when he finally got there, but just as he began to turn the doorknob he felt a wave of dread wash over him as he realized that he’d gotten ahead of himself. In an instant, it stopped being when he made it and became if. He felt–
Actually, he realized that he didn’t feel. More specifically, he didn’t feel any response from his exhausted bladder muscles. All the tension of holding vanished, leaving him with only a sense of fullness intermingled with a dull tingly feeling. It was if his body had enough, and if he wasn’t going to give it the relief it so desperately needed, it was going to find it on its own.
He tried to curse, but the words caught up in his throat. He couldn’t make a sound. But this silence was soon replaced by a surprisingly loud hiss, and the staccato pitter-patter of droplets against the floor as his bladder emptied itself without restraint. He was too caught up in the moment to realize it, but Morgan had crept up the hall at this point and was right behind him. A faint blush crept across her cheeks as watched her bandmate completely lose control right before her eyes. The slight quivering, the rivulets running down his legs, the puddle steadily pooling around his chucks. He was making a massive mess of things, and she loved every second of it. She wanted to stand there forever and enjoy the spectacle, but she knew she had to make good on her promise. Moving as quietly as she could, she approached him from behind and placed a hand over his, still frozen against the doorknob.
“Let me help you with that,” she said as she gently turned his hand and nudged open the door. He flinched at her sudden appearance and tried to speak once more, but she stopped him before he could even form a sentence. “Didn’t I tell you to stay where I could see you?” Her tone was stern, but she could only keep up the facade for so long. She allowed herself to fully display the smile she’d been holding back for so long before she placed her other hand against his shoulder and turned him around.
“Morgan, wait!” he protested, but by the time he got it out he was already face-to-face with her.
“Oh my,” she whispered as she looked down at the glistening streaks running down his jeans, “and how long were you planning on keeping this a secret?”
“It’s not my fault,” he exclaimed, “you wouldn’t let me go!”
“I know, I shouldn’t have expected you to hold it like a big boy,” she said just as she traced her fingers from the soaked crotch of his jeans up to his chest, then lightly pushed him into the bathroom as she followed him in, shut the door behind them, and locked it with a quiet click. In all her years of knowing and eventually playing alongside him, she’d never seen him this embarrassed before. He couldn’t even look her in the eyes, choosing instead to look straight down at his own shameful accident. It was around then that she knew she wanted to take it one step further. She took two fingers and hooked them into the waist of his jeans, right behind the button. With a single fluid movement, she pulled her fingers back and unbuttoned them, exposing his soaked boxers to the cool air. Even though it really didn’t matter anymore, he prayed that he’d regained at least a little bit of control. He clenched up one last time, but it only resulted in Morgan getting to watch his cock twitch pitifully beneath his underwear as he emptied the last few drops into them.
“Cute,” Morgan said with a satisfied smile set upon her face. She took a few moments to really admire his little predicament, getting so caught up in it that she almost forgot what she wanted to say. She flitted her eyes back to his face to gauge how he was feeling right about now, and sure enough, he looked mortified. His eyes were still locked to the floor, eyes wide and mouth agape – in her mind – as if to say “how could I let this happen?” Normally she’d let him struggle for words and stumble over himself, but this time she thought she might do him a favor.
“Hey,” she said as she gently tapped beneath his chin twice, “up here.” She gave him as much time as he needed to slowly look up to her, those big brown doe eyes of his staring back at her.
“Dude, it’s okay. I’m not mad,” she said as if she wasn’t the one to set him up in the first place. “Honestly, I’m impressed. Like, really impressed.”
“Why are you impressed?! I just pissed myself in front of everyone – in front of you!”
“Because you just showed me how much you want to be here. I just made a bunch of stuff up and you completely went with it because you wanted to roll with us. I respect that.”
Alexi winced as he realized that he really didn’t need to go through all of that. It was very outlandish, wasn’t it? Had anyone else asked, he would’ve told them off and done his own thing. As he shook his head in disbelief, he caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror. He wanted to look away as soon as he did, but something compelled him to continue. There he was, an alleged adult standing there in a soaked pair of underwear as Morgan looked on with a worryingly enthralled expression. The way she looked down at him made his heart skip a beat, and he felt that ever-familiar blush creep back over him as he watched his cock stiffen in the mirror. He had know idea why that was happening. Stress? Probably stress. He longed to change the topic.
“So… does this mean I don’t have to follow all those rules and stuff?”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, no. I’ve got plans for you, pisspants.”
“What?”
She smiled, stuck her finger in his waistband and snapped it back.
“Dude, no seriously – what?”
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And that's that. Might do more with this later, might never touch it again. New story coming up that's more in line with what I usually write. If I don't finish it in time, I'll post part two of The World has Gone and Left Us Here. Did you know I finished that shit two years ago but just never posted it?
Edited April 11, 2022 by VVintermute
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A/N: A recent commission
It has been a long afternoon, and the four competitors in the very popular contest are glad that it is over. Dawn is, of course, overjoyed to have won the day, even though she went up against some very stiff competition, including her own mother. Everyone wanted a seat in the Contest Hall, to be able to watch veterans Johanna and Fantina, the latter quite beloved in the city as a gym leader as well, take on two younger trainers who are both making names for themselves in the contest world.
Jasmine is also known for being a gym leader, in the Johto region, but she visits Sinnoh to compete in contests whenever she has the chance, and has gained a lot of popularity as a result. Dawn, as the current Sinnoh champion as the daughter of Johanna, would be popular either way, but she is good at what she does, and so, she has gained traction as a coordinator just because of her own merits.
With all four of them going up against one another, there is no doubt that this was a huge event, one that no one wanted to miss, and now that it is over, everyone who attended agrees that it was well worth it. Dawn managed to captivate the audience and the judges, but Jasmine, Johanna, and Fantina gave her a run for her money, making it pretty close, and difficult to decide. But in the end, she was able to prevail, and now she is on cloud nine.
The four of them are just getting ready to head back out, getting changed into their street clothes. Though, in the case of Fantina, that involves a large ball gown that is every bit as loud and luxurious as the costume that she chose to wear to better match with her Duskull during the contest. The four of them have been at this for a while, so each of them feels an urge to pee, one that could easily be ignored during the contest, but now makes itself known, and needs to be taken care of, just as soon as they leave the dressing room.
What they do not realize is that there is a little prankster in the building today, a child of one of the judges who finds contests to be terribly boring. He has pretty much no interest in this, and wishes that he did not have to get dragged along so often, when there are no babysitters willing to take him on, likely because of how much he enjoys playing pranks. It is finally time for him to head home, but just before he goes, he wants to play one more little prank.
He saw the four women go into the dressing room, and so, before he is called away to follow along, he grabs a broom from a nearby closet, and jams it into the door handle, so that there will be no way for the women to push the door open from the inside. He does not know how they are going to get out, and regrets that he can’t stick around to find out, but he is still glad to be able to go home, after a rather boring day.
Jasmine is the one to get finished first, and she heads to the door, ready to push it open, only to be met with resistance. She pushes a bit harder, and still, there is nothing. No matter how much of her weight she puts behind it, she can’t get the door to budge very far, certainly not far enough to get out.
“Is something wrong?” Dawn asks, noticing how she is struggling.
“I just can’t get the door to open. It’s like there’s something stuck out there, keeping us from getting out,” she explains.
“Maybe you’re just not pushing hard enough,” Dawn tries, sure that there is nothing really in the way. However, as soon as she tries it, she realizes that Jasmine is exactly right.
“You see?” Jasmine asks. “I tried, but it just won’t let me out.”
“Well, maybe with both of us pushing,” Dawn offers. The two of the do try this, but of course, it does not do much for the cause.
“You two need a little help?” Johanna asks. “Do you have any idea what’s blocking us?”
“No clue,” her daughter sighs. The three of them try, putting all of their weight behind it, and still, nothing. Fantina is quick to come over to join, now dressed as well, but even with all four of them pushing, the door barely moves, just enough for them to see that there is something jammed there, offering resistance that does not allow them to exit. They can’t even make enough space for one of them to reach a hand through and try and remove the metal bar that is in the way.
“What are we going to do?” Jasmine groans. “There’s no other way out of here.”
“I think the only thing we can do is try and get someone’s attention,” Johanna replies. “We’re going to need someone on the outside to let us out, or else we’re going to be stuck in here.”
The contest hall was crowded before, but the guests don’t come back in this area, and the judges usually head out as soon as the closing ceremonies are over. The women took their time getting dressed, so it is unlikely that a lot of people are going to pass by this way anymore, something that each of them realizes, dread setting in. However, none of them mention this out loud, hoping that positive thinking might help, and not wanting to admit to what has each of them so worried.
Because, of course, they all need to pee, and though things were just fine before, now that there is no guarantee of when they will be able to go to the bathroom, it becomes a lot more worrisome, wondering when that chance will finally come. It is impossible not to get nervous over something like that, with all four of them hoping that they others do not begin to figure out their growing needs, each one oblivious to the fact that it is a universal feeling right now.
After managing such an impressive win over her own mother, the last thing that Dawn wants is for her mom to think that she is a childish girl who can’t even wait to go to the bathroom. Though she is also concerned about how she would look in front of Fantina and Jasmine, her mom is the main problem here, simply because she wants to look grown up. Today was supposed to be a big day for her in that regard, and it still can be, just as long as she is able to keep this under control.
But Dawn is not sure how long she is going to be able to manage that, if her bladder continues to throb, and if they are going to be stuck for a while. Whatever is going on with the door would surely attract attention from the outside, so she hopes that someone will let them out soon, but there is no guarantee of that, especially not if all the judges and the tech crew have already gone home for the day. She has no idea who would have gone so far as to trap them in here, or what reason they would have, but she does know that it spells disaster for her already aching bladder.
While Dawn worries about the way she might look in front of her mother, Johanna is dealing with her own, similar problem. After all, she is one of the adults in the situation, and the last thing that she wants to do is appear weak in front of her own daughter. She could not be more proud of Dawn, for showing off just how far she has come, but it is hard to think about that when all she can really think about is how badly she wants to get the hell out of this dressing room.
Rather than wanting to celebrate Dawn’s victory, she just wishes that Dawn were not here right now, that no one else were here, so that she could cope with her steadily growing desperation all on her own. It hurts to try and keep holding it, and she wishes that she had been able to get dressed a little bit faster. Then, she would have been out and on her way to the bathroom before they were trapped, and she could have let the others out if they were still in here when that happened. Like Dawn, she does not know why this is happening, but she doubts it is anymore than a little prank. Something else would have happened by now, if anyone had any intentions with the four contest stars.
That little prank has turned into a pain in the ass for her, though, and she is not sure just how long she can last like this.
Fantina begins pacing back and forth, unable to help herself. She is quickly growing agitated, with the way her bladder demands her attention, and she would give just about anything to have an easy way out of this situation. With the door stuck like it is, she can’t just go to the bathroom like she would have normally, and with three other ladies in here with her, it is not as if she can do something outrageous, like peeing in a trashcan. Not that an elegant contest star like Fantina would ever consider that, but…
Well, it might be easier to get up the nerve to do something like that if there would not be any witnesses.
That is completely out of the question right now, though, so she just has to do her best and endure. It can’t be the worst situation she has ever been in. She can recall contests where she definitely had to go throughout most of them, getting ready in such a rush, with such an elaborate costume, that she had no chance to take a break beforehand. If she just does her best to endure, then she is sure that she can handle it, because she has always handled it before.
Eventually, someone is going to have to come by and save them, and then they will be just fine. That is what Fantina is thinking, and that is what Jasmine keeps telling herself, all while she struggles to remain still. She does not want to tip the other three off to the fact that she has to go, but it is starting to get pretty bad, and she does not know how much longer she is going to be able to keep things under control, not at this rate. If she does not do something to relieve it soon, it is going to be impossible to hold it.
The only thing worse than the others figuring that she has to go is to not be able to make it. She knows that they would all think she was so pathetic and weak for that, even if they would never say it out loud. They are all such important people, and though Jasmine was not intimidated by them before, she is now, simply because she does not want to wet herself in front of them. She should not even be allowing herself to think along such lines, but what else can she do? It will not leave her mind when it is this bad, and it is only getting worse by the moment, as she is forced to keep waiting it out.
Eventually, she is going to lose control, whether she wants to or not. Unless someone actually comes to save the three of them, there will be no hope of her making it out of this with her dignity, and that thought is nearly enough to make her panic. She is just barely able to keep calm.
With all four of them trying to keep their cool, and none of them willing to admit to the problems at hand, there is not really much they can do but wait, and listen close to the door for any signs of footsteps. They could keep knocking, but it is more likely that would go on for a while without getting any result, and it would tire any one of them out to try and keep it up for too long. It is better to just listen carefully, as it would be hard to silence footsteps on the hard floor along the hallway.
If there is even anyone left in the building at all.
That is the worst line of thinking, but each of them keeps returning to that. They never thought that it would be a problem to take a long time to change, because the idea of getting trapped in their dressing room was just impossible. It does not lock from the outside, and even if it did, there would be no one who wanted to lock them in, or at least, that it what they thought up until now. Clearly, there is someone who wants them trapped in here, but again, it seems more like a prank that was meant to be harmless than anything else. Surely, something would have happened by now if there were any ill intentions.
Secretly, Dawn sort of wishes that were the case. At least then that would mean someone was here, that there was a chance of her getting to a bathroom. She is not sure what she would actually do in that sort of situation, but she does know that she would just be relieved to not be alone. Well, either way, that is not the case, and she and the other three are just stuck here indefinitely, while her need continues to get worse and worse.
It is getting hard to even hold still, as she squirms in place, wondering just how long she can manage like this. Her bladder feels like it is getting more full by the second, and she is not going to last forever, or even that much longer, if things continue on at this rate. She has no idea that she is not the only one suffering like this, but even if she knew, it would not do her all that much good.
Right now, the only thing that is going to do any good for her, or any of them, is just the chance to go to the bathroom. They all are approaching that point where hiding it is going to be impossible, and then they do not know what they are going to do. None of them have much of a clue, but Johanna is starting to realize that she is not going to be able to look strong in front of her daughter forever.
She has to pee worse than she has in a long time, and though she is sure she can keep holding it for a little while yet, that does not mean that she is going to be able to last forever. Trying to hide it is all well and good, but eventually, she is not going to be able to try that anymore, and it is going to become obvious to the other two. As she rubs her thighs together, she wonders just how much longer she can keep this up, or if she should just bring it up already, and see what happens.
It is really starting to hurt, and she can’t hold still for very long. Right now, her movements, are still at least a little bit subtle, but she is sure that, if she keeps fidgeting like this, it is going to become obvious to everyone else that she is battling against her bladder. Once she starts really squirming, then there will be nothing else that she can do, no way that she can keep them from figuring out that she has to pee. More and more, she thinks that she should bring it up, as casually as possible, in the hopes that that will be less embarrassing, and that she is not actually all that alone in this.
Whatever the case, she is not alone, whether she knows that or not, and Jasmine is beginning to get frantic, really starting to worry about herself, and if she can hold it. She is aching from how badly she wants to pee right now, and would give anything for the door to just open for her. Unfortunately, things are just not going to work out that easily, and she turns to face in the other direction, hoping that this will keep the others from figuring out just how desperate she is quickly becoming.
It is now difficult for her to control her facial expression, after all, and the various looks of discomfort that cross her face would certainly be dead giveaways of the fact that she is battling against her bursting bladder right now. She wiggles her legs, trying to move as subtly as she can manage, trying to ease up the pressure without giving away what she is going through right now. Too much more, and there is no chance of it being subtle, but she knows that she will not be able to control herself, the worse it gets. It is either due what her body demands, or wet herself in front of a room of contest stars.
Those contest stars are all just as bad off as she is, though, and Fantina is terrified that she is not going to make it out of this dry. After forcing herself to wait for too long, she knows that she is going to reach her limits eventually. She is by no means invincible, especially not in such a basic need. She is going to have to face the music sooner or later, but still, she continues to fight on.
How long will it be before she is finally able to relieve herself? Is she going to have to just admit to what is going on, in order to avoid worse humiliation? As much as she does not want to have to do something like that, she also knows that it is better not to be shy about such things, when she is in a situation where she has no control over the outcome. Besides, it is not as if she is locked in here with anyone who would be judgmental over such a basic need, and if she were, she would know that their opinions were not worth worrying about, all things considered.
Fantina is pretty sure that just being honest is the best course of action, because at least then she is not trying to hide it while she tries to hold it. If she has to do things that might seem a bit embarrassing to have to hold it in, she would prefer them already know that she is growing desperate, and already expect her to do such things, while she fights the battle against her bursting bladder. And no matter how embarrassing those things may be, Fantina decides to be sure of the fact that none of these ladies are going to mock her for something like that, or think less of her just because she has the same needs that anyone would in her situation.
“I do hope we can escape quickly,” she speaks up. “After all, being stuck in here so long, after such a lengthy contest…well, I must say, it’s made me realize how badly I need a trip to the bathroom!” She keeps her tone light and airy as she says it, completely casual, so that the others do not pick up on just how bad it is becoming for her, but she at least has it out in the air, so that it is not haunting her anymore.
To her surprise, the other three ladies all have expressions of relief on their faces as soon as she has admitted to her growing desperation. Jasmine blushes and nods, while Dawn smiles at her. Johanna is the first to say, “Actually, I know exactly how you feel. I was really looking forward to going to the bathroom after all that, so I do hope we’re able to do that soon.”
“Me too,” Dawn agrees, and Jasmine echoes her sentiment. So, it turns out that all three of them need to pee right now. That does offer some small comfort, as does finally having the need out in the air. At last they do not have to be quite as embarrassed about needing to go, and doing what they have to in order to hold it, even if it still is a little bit embarrassing, and more than a little uncomfortable.
Time still is not going to pass anymore quickly, as they all worry about getting released from their temporary prison. Things are still going slowly, and there is still no sign of life outside of this room, so no matter how much of a relief the shared situation may be, it is not enough to make things feel that much better for very long at all. They are still all very impatient about this, desperate to get out of here before it becomes more than they can handle.
Dawn is the first one to really give into more obvious signs, deciding that she does not have anything to hide if everyone already knows, especially if they might all end up having to do the same things soon as well. She begins squirming pretty openly, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she tries to fight off the way that her bladder keeps aching for relief.
Meanwhile, Johanna keeps stealing glances at her, wondering why she finds it so hard to look away. After all, this is her daughter, and she knows that it must be embarrassing enough for her, without her mother staring at her in concern, basically calling more attention to the fact. The only problem is the fact that Johanna does not exactly feel concern. Well, she does, but that is far from the only thing that she feels right now, and as she keeps sneaking looks at Dawn, she is alarmed to realize what it is starting to feel like.
No, there is no way that there is any part of her that is actually enjoying seeing this. This is her daughter, and her daughter is in pain, just like she is right now. They both have to pee, and they are both suffering for that, so there is no room for enjoyment in a situation like that. She has no idea where such an idea would even come from, if she is being entirely honest with herself, so with that in mind, it should be all too easy for her to completely banish from her mind.
It should be, and yet, she finds her mind returning to that sort of thinking, over and over again, every time she happens to sneak another glance at her squirming, desperate daughter. It seems to be getting a lot worse for her, and Johanna feels bad for her, but feels even worse for how she keeps reacting to that. Her own desperation is increasing as well, but it is hard for her to focus on that when she keeps wondering just why she feels the way she does right now, as if she is getting turned on by the sight of Dawn needing to pee.
It is not just Dawn, either, but things are the most intense where she is concerned. If she notices any signs from Jasmine or Fantina, that excites her as well, but she would not be nearly as worried about that, if Dawn were not also here, also part of the group that she is feeling this way about. She has to wonder why she keeps coming back to this, no matter how she tries to forget it.
What she does not realize is she is not the only one struggling with such strange feelings. Dawn herself is not sure why she keeps getting random surges of arousal, when she is mostly miserable, mostly bursting and trying to keep it in. But whenever she notices her mother shift a bit, or even simply thinks about the fact that she is not the only one who has to go right now, it becomes difficult for her to turn that feeling off, even when she reminds herself that she is thinking this sort of thing about her own mother.
Just what is wrong with her? Why would she ever think anything like this? It definitely can’t be normal, especially given the circumstances, even if she takes out the fact that it is her mother. Even if she were to redirect the feelings to Jasmine or Fantina, that would not make it normal, not by a long shot, and that is without bringing in the fact that she is also desperate right now, that she is still feeling this way even while she is also desperate.
Does she have some weird sort of fetish that she never realized before now? If so, why is it coming up now of all times, when she is sure it is not appropriate at all to be thinking this way? Why is it coming up now, when her mother is right there, and her feelings surge up because of that fact? Dawn can’t come up with any explanation for that, so the best she can do is try to push it out of her mind, trying her best to forget it all, hoping that she can banish it forever.
At worst, she wants to have to face these thoughts later, and at best, never again, but it seems like she is not even going to get her worst case scenario. It seems that, no matter what she does, there is nothing that she can do to completely banish the thoughts, nothing she can do to make herself forget how strange it all feels, watching the others squirms, especially Johanna, who is starting to show more signs.
Though she has done a good job keeping it to herself up until now, it is starting to get bad enough that she keeps squeezing her thighs together or jiggling her legs, and every time she moves, it steals Dawn’s focus, and makes her feel that strange feeling again, while she tries so hard to push it away. There is no way that she could actually be turned on by the sight of her mother desperate to pee! That sort of thing is just…it’s just not possible, and no matter what, she is going to banish it.
While those two deal with their own strange problems, the other two are not doing much better, at least in terms of trying to hold back their needs. Jasmine is getting very frantic, worried that she could spring a leak at any moment, and worried that there is no chance of her getting out of here before she completely soaks herself, in front of everyone. She is glad that she is not the only one who needs to pee, because that makes her need less embarrassing, but that will not really spare her the humiliation of an accident, should that end up being what happens to her.
She hates that she has to resort to something like this already, but she has no choice but to press a hand to the front of her dress, pressing into her lap so that she can hold herself, trying to make it a little bit easier, in any way that she can. It is really getting to be too much, and she is terrified that she might lose control soon, so no matter what, she has to fight against that. Whatever it takes, Jasmine is determined to try and keep it in until they are set free from this room. Surely someone must be able to come and save them soon, she just has to keep believing that.
“Maybe the cleaning staff is still here!” she exclaims, as soon as the idea comes to her. There is no doubt that the judges would all have gone home by now, but the custodians might still be here, since it has only been an hour or so since they realized they were trapped, and it takes longer than that to clean the building.
“Oh, such a good point!” Fantina agrees. “Perhaps we won’t be trapped here too much longer after all. They’ll have to come down this hallway.”
“And when they do, we’ll here them!” Dawn agrees. The four of them are certainly a lot happier to hear something like this. Though they still do not know how long this is going to take, but they have that hope that there might be a chance that they get out of this without too much trouble. It can’t be too much longer before someone comes down this way, so if they can just hold it until then, then everything is going to turn out alright after all.
All there is left to do is keep waiting, though. There is little comfort to be found in that, once their mini celebration settles down, and the four of them fall silent again, remembering that they still have to wait this out, that they have to keep trying to hold it, for however long this may take, even though the need has already gotten so bad for each and every one of them.
With all the time that has already passed, it seems like this might never come to an end for them, but they just have to stay positive, and believe that there is an end in sight. Things are getting down to the wire now, and it all depends on a chance that someone might still come by.
Things do not get much better for these ladies as they keep waiting. It feels like an eternity is passing them by, while they continue to fight with all they have, squirming, dancing, holding themselves, doing whatever they can in order to make this a little bit easier on themselves, until someone is able to let them out of her.
Fantina deeply regrets her choice in clothing right now, because she is not really able to hold herself, not with how big her dress is, and how far the skirt flairs out on all sides. The best that she can do is cross her legs and squirm about, but there is only so much that will do for her, making it even harder for her to fight against the urge that is getting more and more out of control.
At this point, she feels like she has never had to go so badly in all her life, and each time she thinks about that fact, her anxiety for this situation just grows, as she wonders how long she is actually going to be able to keep waiting like this. There is a chance she might not make it, because there is still no sign of freedom for her, and she has no idea what she is going to do if that happens to her.
The other three are not faring much better, even if they are in situations where it is easier to hold themselves. All three of them are doing that by now, even Johanna, with hands between their legs as they squirm about, unable to hold still for even a moment. No matter what, they are not going to be able to hold still, because going still will surely mean losing control. And at the same time that all of this is going on, neither Dawn nor Johanna have been able to shake their strange feelings, and the more frantic the other becomes, the worse those feelings become, and they do not make it any easier to focus on their desperation, that is for sure.
Things are getting worse all the time, but still they try to remain hopeful, and still they keep quiet and stand close to the door, listening as carefully as they can to see if they hear anyone passing by, or anyone coming close. They also hope that, whatever it is that is holding them in this room is pretty visible and obvious from the outside, so that anyone might notice there is something there that should not be, and step in to try and help with the situation.
It hurts to have to go this badly, and they all want relief, just not if it involves wetting themselves. Unfortunately, that choice is not really up to them, and when it comes down to it, there is nothing any of them can do when it finally becomes too much to deal with. Because she is not doing anything to help herself out, Fantina is the first of the four of them to lose control.
It is not that obvious what is happening to her, at least not at first. She is aware of it, but her dress conceals the way she begins soaking through her panties all at once from the others, even as her knees buckle and she stops squirming about, going completely still in her panic. Soon enough, they notice that she is not really squirming anymore, and then, they hear the splattering of liquid on the floor, and it does not take long to put two and two together, and realize that one of them has just lost the battle.
No one says anything about it, not wanting to embarrass Fantina, so they just pretend as if they do not notice it happening at all. Besides, witnessing that is only making holding harder for the remaining three, as they continue to fight it, hands between their legs, never still for even a second, all of them desperate to not end up like Fantina, but of course, there is another to soon falter.
In fact, there are two, and Dawn notices her mom losing control the same time Johanna notices her daughter losing control, and they stay at each other all throughout, not able to bring themselves to look away, but also not thinking anything of how the other stares at them. Dawn’s short skirt shows off the way that it runs down her legs, while Johanna’s pants soon have a visible stain on them, and while both are humiliated, both are also unbelievably turned on to see the other do this, and still have no idea how they are supposed to cope with that sort of feeling, or what it could mean.
Jasmine is the last one in, which feels like a lot of pressure, and only adds to her panic. That is probably why it is only a few moments later that she lets out a soft yelp, tightening her hold on herself, only to get her hands soaked as a result, as her panties, soak through and as she makes a mess of her dress, and of the floor beneath her. Her bursting bladder empties completely, giving her no chance to try and put a stop to this, no chance to get it back under control, as the fourth puddle in the room continues to grow and grow beneath her.
Not one of them was able to hold it to the end, and one child’s harmless prank has brought on a lot of humiliation for the four contest stars. To add insult to injury, it is only a few minutes after Jasmine’s loss of control, not even that long after Fantina’s, that a custodian happens by, immediately noticing the way the door is jammed up, so that the four of them can be let out, so obviously wet and with such a mess left behind that it is all too obvious what has happened in here.
Not a one of them says a word as they file out, headed for the bathroom to at least try and get a little bit cleaned up, before they have to change back into their costumes and head home like that.
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Royal Pain: The Desperate Journal of Princess Kelly
Entry One: Waiting for an Audience
Dear Journal,
Another of mother’s audiences. I cannot tell you how tedious these are becoming. For two years, my mother has ruled our Kingdom (I know, there is no king, but mother insists) since usurping and banishing her sister, the Dishonorable Queen Zoradia. Now, Auntie Zoradia is returning to the Kingdom to retake the throne. Which would probably concern me far more if I didn’t desperately need the toilet right now. I know, every entry seems to involve my needing to relieve myself, very un-princess-like behavior, mother would say. But mother’s not the one wearing these god-awful corsets that squash her bladder. I realize it’s tradition for the heiress to wear them, but it’s not very practical for performing biological necessities.
Mother is very concerned about Auntie Zoradia returning to power. After all, as the Male Empowerment Movement is just starting to pick up steam, the return of the former Queen would certainly derail all progress. We just recently allowed men to open their own shops. Zoradia would have those men fed to the trolls for such an endeavor! But mother believes in equality for all. In fact, she’s even backing a male candidate for Village Representative. At this point, he would merely be a deeper voice at a table with four women and the Queen, but some progress is better than none, according to mother.
I try to stay out of the political ring. I know, one day, I am expected to take over mother’s rule, but that’s not the life I want. I would give anything to be a commoner. To wear the less obstructive simple dresses and vests. To be able to visit shops by myself, rather than having to be accompanied by a gaggle of girls that I must pretend are my friends. To be able to use the toilet anytime and anywhere… Curse that extra cup of tea at breakfast!
I must admit, Journal. My situation is growing more dire. My legs are crossed, of course, which is mandatory for a royal in public. But I would give anything to be able to grab my womanhood and give a quick squeeze, to relieve this awful pressure. If I were a commongirl, I could simply nip off to the town square toilet, as I’ve seen many other girls do since mother began speaking. But the Princess, doing her business in the view of others? It would cause a stir! Mother’s cause would lose all ground and she could be discredited, even made a puppet to a new leader. I couldn’t do such a thing to her, so I will hold it in. As much pain as I am in, I do this for the crown. Long live Queen Yasmine!
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This is the story of Princess Kelly, daughter of the Honorable Queen Yasmine. It is a story of fighting for what's right. It is a story of daring to change the world.
It is also the story of a young woman who is desperate to pee.
A lot.
As Kelly closed her journal, she heard cheering and immediately began politely clapping. Then she heard the trumpeters begin to play and quickly stood up, wincing as the liquid she was holding back sloshed around inside her. Her mother stood and waved, then began to regally stride out of the court. That was Princess Kelly’s cue to make her way out the rear door and wait at the carriage for her mother. She held her skirt, showing off her bare ankles. As she stepped outside, the sun shone down on her, causing her to blink rapidly as her eyes adjusted. Her tanned skin gleamed under the hot rays from above. It was very warm. A young woman was standing by the carriage, wearing traditional work boots, long black slacks and a white corset. She dutifully handed Princess Kelly a chalice, filled with water.
“To combat the heat, my royal Princess,” said the young blonde as she bowed her head in the presence of the Princess. Kelly politely accepted the cup.
“Thank you, Georgia.”
Kelly didn’t really want the drink, but it was expected that she drink it anyway. Another part of being a royal. You accepted anything given to you, as you are entitled to it. She took a sip from the chalice, appreciating the cool liquid on her tongue. What she would not appreciate was when the liquid made it’s way through her body and joined the rest of the fluid she was presently containing. She was already struggling not to make a scene in front of Georgia. But she was very desperate to relieve herself. The town square toilet was out, as it was too public. She noticed a bucket on the ground nearby, however. She wondered…
“Georgia?”
“Yes, my royal Princess?”
Kelly rolled her eyes. Nothing annoyed her more than the use of formalities, especially when she was so deeply stressed. “I need to piss like nobody’s business!”
Georgia blushed, taken aback by the Princess's use of crass language. “Understood. What would you like me to do about that, my royal Princess?”
“I’m going to squat over that bucket. I need you to stand watch for me. If you hear my mother approaching, you will pelt me with an almond to get my attention. Is that understood?” The Princess made this a demand, wanting to make sure Georgia obeyed and helped her. The horsewoman nodded.
“Of course, my royal Princess, your commands are mine to follow.”
Georgia walked over to the corner of the building, peeking around to make sure the coast was clear. She turned and nodded at the Princess. Kelly positioned the bucket between her legs and hiked up her skirt. Pulling her knickers to the side, she dropped into a half-squat, half-hover and began to release her load. A loud patter could be heard as she felt the pressure in her bladder starting to lessen. She gave a sigh of relief as she filled the bucket. Suddenly, she felt something plonk her on the head. “Ow!” She looked up and saw Georgia motioning for her to stop. Her mother was approaching. Kelly winced as she cut short her flow. Her slit ached as it was forced closed, Kelly closing her eyes due to the effort it was taking to contain the remainder of her bladder’s contents. She shook a few drops away, then smoothed her knickers and skirt out. As her mother rounded the corner, Kelly was waiting by the carriage, trying her best not to look like she was about to burst. Georgia gave her friend an apologetic look as she helped into the carriage. The Queen was being assisted by Georgia’s brother, Montgomery. Once the women were on board, Montgomery walked away, not allowed on the royal carriage by law. Georgia took the reins of the horse as they began their trek back to their home. As they rode, Queen Yasmine leaned over and whispered in her daughter’s ear.
“I’m simply bursting for the toilet!” she said.
Kelly rolled her eyes. Her mother had one of the strongest bladders she knew of. This was, of course, her way of both making Kelly feel better, while at the same time warning her that she knew she had been pissing in a bucket. But she appreciated her mother not reprimanding her. After all, this was less egregious and damaging than if she had been seen using the common toilet. The ride back was uncomfortable for Kelly, her bladder desperate to release the rest of it’s contents, while rapidly filling up further, thanks to the water Georgia had given her. The carriage hit several bumps, each one followed immediately by a “I am so sorry, your Highness. My royal Princess.” Eventually, they made it home, but even then, it wasn’t as if Princess Kelly could just run to her personal toilet. After all, there was a crowd outside their quarters. It would have been poor form to rush by them without acknowledgment. Her mother led the way to the top of the steps, then stopped and turned to address the gathered crowd, many of them men and boys. As she spoke again of keeping the Male Empowerment Movement going, Kelly tried to remain poised and still. A Princess did not sway or squirm. She had to continue to give off an air of being above everyone else, even though she didn’t view herself as such. As her mother spoke, Kelly felt her bladder pressing against her womanhood, as if trying to force the rest of the liquid out. She groaned, uncomfortable at having to continue holding it, knowing relief was so close. Realizing she was in for a wait, Kelly pulled out her journal and began to write.
Dear Journal,
I am about to pop!!! We just arrived home, but Mother is holding a second audience with the neighbors! I am in so much distress right now, Journal! I was able to let a little bit out earlier, but not enough to make a difference. In fact, having to forcibly stop urinating only made it worse! The liquid is now crashing against my bladder wall, making want to piss like a Russian racehorse, as the saying goes. This is sheer torture!
Mother just keeps going on with her speech, even though she told me she herself was bursting. I knew she was lying to me! I’m trying so hard not to squirm or fidget or do anything to draw attention to myself. I must maintain my royal image, for the sake of mother. If I were to soil myself, it would reflect poorly upon her. But I don’t know how much longer I can possibly hold on for…
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Can the Princess hold her pee? How long can her mother really talk for? And what plans does Zoradia have for her invasion?
TO BE CONTINUED... |
Part 2
I‘ll try to write some different opportunities and ideas, what Peter could have done with the girl after arriving at the bus terminal.
1
The girl is needing to wee so bad, she would need to go since hours. Her bladder is so full and there is still a lot of urine on the way from the last large drink into her already full bladder.
She try her best to hold it back, but she can’t anymore, she started to leak.
As soon as they arrived she squatted behind the bus and started to piss with high pressure.
Her panties down on her knees and you can watch how it spurted out from her shaved girl slit between her bare thighs.
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She pissed in her panties as soon as she gets out of the bus and you can see her wee running down on her naked legs.
2
The girl is needing to wee since many hours. Her bladder is full and stretched, she did feel it like she had a big, heavy ball inside her slim abdomen.
After some minutes in the bus, she was calming down and she got accustomed that her bladder was very full and she got used on a strong urge to wee.
She felt flattered that Peter was impressed from her ability to hold her wee for so long and that her bladder is so strong.
She did know that some boys don’t like it if girls waste to much time for searching and using toilets on a date and she did know that boys don’t like it if girls are not able to endure some hours without a pee, but she did not know that there are boys who like it if girls hold a full bladder for a long time.
Peter was aroused to know that his girl did not wee for so long and that she would need to go very bad, he did absolutely love it.
He did think about opportunities to make her hold it longer, opportunities to prevent her from going to the loo after arriving.
Her bladder should stretch over the limit, her bladder should get bigger than ever before in her life and her need to piss should get worser than at her whole life before, but how can he avert her from to go to the toilet!!!??
As soon as they arrived at the bus terminal, it was not just a bus stop, it was a terminal with shops and with toilets , Peter started to talk intensive with the girl.
He wanted to deviate her from using the loo, he wanted to guide her out of the terminal as fast as possible and to his surprise, the girl did let him.
Peter noticed that she saw the information sign for the toilets, he did know that she had to pee so bad, but for some reason she did not go.
He asked him self why she didn’t, but was absolutely happy about it.
The girl remembered that Peter said that he loves it that she is such a strong girl and that she has such a good bladder control and that he said that he admires her for to be able to hold her wee for so long.
She did like Peter very much and she wanted to impress him this way and that was the reason why she did not go to the loo, she wanted to enjoy him.
She did not know before, that a full girl bladder can boys make happy and enjoy them and she did not know that she can endure not to wee for so long and she did not know that her bladder can stand to hold so much urine for so long.
It was torture for her bladder, but she wanted to hold it for Peter, she wanted to suffer for him.
Peter did try to bring the girl, as fast as possible, to a place where she could not pee, he was eddicted to make her hold and wait much longer.
He went to a park with her, he did take her to a dark corner to kiss her. He pressed his body, especially his abdomen hard against her swollen belly.
“Please don’t push my bladder! I am needing to wee so bad, it will come out from my eyes if you press so hard.“said the girl.
“Why did you not go at the bus station?“ Peter asked.
“Because you told me that you like it and so I’ll hold it back for you.“ the girl answered.
“You are so great girl!!! I really, really love that.“ Peter said and went with her to a bank, where no peoples were and where nobody could see them.
He was sitting down, the girl was standing in front of him.
He reached under her short skirt and pulled her panties down under her knees.
Her little panties were already a little bit wet from her horniness and from a few drops of wee.
Peter pulled his shorts down as well. The girl was sitting on his lap, with his big, hard dick deep inside her.
His penis pushed so hard on her bursting full bladder, that she nearly got crazy from lust and from needing to wee.
After they were „ready „ he did let her wee beside the bank.
She pissed a large, steamy lake of hot girl wee!!!
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The girl was standing with crossed legs waiting until the bus door opened as they arrived at the terminal.
She wanted to go straight to the toilets, but Peter did not let her.
“You are a big girl and old enough to hold it like big girls should do that!“ said Peter, did take her on her hand and walked away from the station.
“I have to pee, i am waiting for so long, i can’t wait anylonger.“said the girl begging.
“Sure you can!!! Your girls always think that you have to go, you don’t have to go, you just want to go. You girls don’t even know how long you can hold it and how much you can endure, if you have to. No wee for you, absolutely no, you have to hold it, you have got a bladder, use it!!“ answered Peter.
“I can’t wait any more, i can’t hold it back any longer. Please let me go to pee.“ she was begging.
“Okay, I’ll let you go. We go to the park, you squat behind the bushes and you let me watch. he offered her.
“No, absolutely no. A decent girl don’t let a boy watch her peeing.“ the girl said.
“Okay, you had three opportunities, now you have just 2.
Either you hold it, or you piss your panties!“ Peter answered.
Peter did not let her go. One hour later of bladder torture for the girl, she told him that she would let him watch, if she only could pee finally.
“Sorry, but you have lost your chance to piss, now we are far away from the park where you could have done it, now you have to hold it, or you piss your panties, like little girls do that?“ said Peter with a smile on his face.
What will the girl do? How much bladder torture can she endure before she piss herself?
Will she be able to keep her panties dry until she gets home?
How much longer she will let her torture her and her poor bladder?
Witch of this opportunities would you like, what experience would you like to have with a girl?
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I shouldn't have chugged those 2 sodas at lunch, Mary thought as she stepped from side to side. She was currently participating in Arcadia High's annual Spring King challenge. All participants had to keep a hand on Coach Lawrence's truck for as long as possible. The last person to remove their hand from the truck wins!
Mary didn't go to the bathroom before the challenge started, in fact, the last time she emptied her bladder was in the morning, after she woke up. She just didn't have to go. But now she was greatly regretting it, especially since her friends dared her to chug those sodas.
The pressure that was building up in her bladder for the past 2.5 hours was starting to become unbearable to her. She started to squeeze her legs together too, adding more moves to her pee dance. Mary felt the stares of onlookers as she contemplated sticking her hand up her crotch to help her hold. Mary started to feel self-conscious, and decided against it. She wanted to stop her dancing. But she was afraid that if she stopped, she'd be seconds away from wetting herself in front of the school.
I shouldn't have taken that stupid dare that Claire and Darci made me do, Mary thought.
"When do we get a pee break?" Mary asked on impulse.
"That's the point, Ms. Wang. There are none.", said Coach Lawrence.
"Doesn't anyone else have to go?" Mary asked. She thought Darci would have to pee by now too, after all, they both took the same dare. Maybe her own bladder was just tiny, or maybe Darci went to the bathroom before the challenge.
"Depends." Steve replied with a groan.
A foul odor filled the air. It was disgusting, could this situation get any worse? Then, Steve and Claire's 'not boyfriend' Jim started squabbling, but she couldn't care less about what they were saying.
"Ugh, this isn't worth it!" Mary exclaimed. She then proceeded to rush to the nearest bathroom.
Every step she took sent a painful jolt to her bladder. She really wanted to stick a hand into her crotch to help her hold as she was a few dozen metres away from the toilet. But that would've been very unladylike of her. The last few metres of her run were more like a hobble, and she got weird looks from onlookers. She approached the bathroom, opened the door, and was greeted with a line of girls also waiting to use the bathroom.
Oh come on! Mary thought. I have to pee sooo badly now. Now out of public sight, she decided that it was ok to hold her crotch with her hand now, so she grabbed her crotch, crossed her legs, and squeezed them together as hard as she could to help her sphincter hold back the dam. She could feel her bladder bulging out just slightly above the spot where she grabbed her crotch. She was still stepping from side to side as she held onto her crotch. At least the line was moving, there were now only two girls in front of her.
She couldn't be known as the girl who wet herself at school, that'd be social suicide. Just don't think about the water running from the sinks. Or that rush of water coming from the flushing toilet. UGH all these sounds are making it worse! Then, Mary felt her urethra pulsating, and then felt a leak in her underwear. She let out a small gasp, doubled over, and proceeded to grab her crotch a bit harder. Luckily, the leak stopped, and it wasn't bigger than her hand, so as long as she kept it there, she should be fine. Now, she was at the front of the line, waiting for the next stall to open up.
Then a stall opened, and Mary rushed to get inside, almost stopping the poor girl from exiting the stall. She felt herself spurt another leak, then she closed the stall door, yanked her pants and panties down, sat down on the toilet, and started to pee full force.
The relief was euphoric. Her bladder was finally able to empty it's large reservoir of pee. The jet of pee that came out of her urethra was coming out so fast, that it made a loud noise as it hit the toilet bowl. Just like the water flowing out of a full dam after it's floodgates are opened. "Ahhh," she moaned softly.
Mary examined her panties and undies. She noticed how wet her underwear was, but her pants were barely noticeably wet on the outside. It was damp on the inside and a small, but light wet patch on the outside, but nothing a little toilet paper and a bit of air drying couldn't fix. She wasn't sure what she'd do with her underwear though. If she continued wearing them, the pee would definitely get soaked by her pants too. So she separated the two and hung her underwear on the stall door's hook for now. Maybe she'd have to go commando for the rest of the day. She tried her best to dry it with toilet paper, but it was still wet. She settled on wrapping her underwear with toilet paper and stuffing it in her backpack so that she could deal with it when she got home.
She continued to bask in the relief of emptying her bladder. Wow was it taking a long time. When she finally finished, she put her pants back on, sans underwear. Then proceeded to go to her next class. Ugh, maths. We're still learning about triangles or something today.
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A/N: Hello, most of my regular readers know me as the person who writes "The Owl House" omorashi stories. This story is based off of another cartoon "Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia" (available on Netflix). I am aware that there are sequel series, but I only watched the first one so far, so no spoilers please. This is another good serialized fantasy cartoon involving magic, so if you're into that, check it out! (No where near as good as TOH, but that's a high bar). In the first series, there is this one scene in episode P1E19: "Airheads" where one of the minor recurring characters, Mary Wang, placed herself in a situation where she denied herself of the bathroom a bit too long. Ofc, it's no where near as detailed as how I wrote this story as it's just played as a joke in a children's cartoon, but that scene did inspire me to make this story. So just thought I'd cite my source of inspiration for those that were interested in where this came from. And with this story, I have run out of ideas for future stories, so don't expect any more stories from me for a long time. I hope you all have a great Easter long weekend! I don't celebrate Easter, but I sure love having a 4-day long weekend and will happily take it to relax.
Edited April 15, 2022 by Golden Guard
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Miss Benedict stood in front of the projector, her fine body in full view on my eyes. Some people might consider it inappropriate to check out their college professor. But what can I do with a woman this attractive?
Miss Benedict was in her late twenties, probably about six or seven years older than me. She had glasses and a soft voice, so I figured she was probably a nerdy girl in high school who had grown into a very sexy woman.
It was nearing the end of class, and I couldn’t quite concentrate on the elaborate math problem being done on the board. My bladder was pretty full, due to me waking up late and not having time to make a bathroom visit. I had thrown on sweatpants and a sweatshirt and called it a day. If it wasn’t the middle of class I would grab my dick to try to ease the pain. What 20-year old guy pees his pants? Or at least who pees his pants sober.
I try to distract myself by looking at Miss Benedict’s fine ass in her dress pants. I’d do anything to see her with those off.
I grit my teeth as another wave of pain comes from my bladder. Thank god there’s only two minutes left.
I try to write down the end of the math problem. The answer is (x-2)(x-2). What the hell does that mean? Maybe if I had paid attention I would have known. Oh well.
“Alright class is finished for the day. If anyone has any questions you can ask now otherwise you are free to go.” Miss Benedict says. I quickly pack my things and get ready to beeline to the men’s restroom.
Suddenly, I hear my name called from the front of the room. “Can I speak with you please.” Miss Benedict says as everyone else piles out the room.
“Y-yeah ofcourse.” I hobble my way to the front of the classroom, my bladder ready to burst.
Once everyone had fully left she started to talk.
“You weren’t paying attention today. Nor did you turn in your homework. It seems your effort in this class is nonexistent.”
“I’m really sorry. Can I please just-“
“I’m not finished yet. If this continues you will fail my class. Do you really want that to happen? You know you aren’t in high school anymore. This is for real. Unless you’re just some little boy.”
Well that was pretty insulting. It was also strange to hear out of a professors mouth.
“I promise I can do better. Please Professor can I just go-.”
“I’m afraid I don’t believe you. I think you need some motivation.” She stood up from her desk and starting walking towards me. She pushed up her glasses from her nose like on of those old teachers.
“I’m afraid you’ve been very naughty. And naughty little boys have to be punished.” She said as her hand reached down and grabbed my cock through my sweatpants.
“Oh god.” I moaned out. I wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure or pain. My cock was erect but I still had to piss so bad.
“The little boy has to peepee so bad. But naughty little boys don’t get to go peepee.” She said as she squeezed my cock more.
Before I could moan again she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. At the same time her hand stroked the front my pants. My cock was absolutely throbbing. Nonetheless I knew I needed to go now. My bladder was basically out of time.
“Please let me go to the bathroom.” I managed to ask through my moans. Her hand still moving up and down the front of my sweatpants the whole time.
“The naughty little boy has to beg to use the bathroom. Say the words. Tell me your naughty little boy who has to peepee real bad.”
“I’ve been a naughty little boy. And I gotta go peepee real bad. I’m gonna wet myself.”
“Wet yourself like a what.” Miss Benedict had a sadistic grin across her face.
“Wet myself like a little boy.”
“You’re a naughty little boy who is gonna peepee in his pants. Maybe if you paid attention in class this wouldn’t have happened.” She leaned in and kiss me again. She pushed back her black curls as her head went in for the peck.
“Alright. I’ll let the little boy go.” She pulled her hand back and motioned towards the classroom door. I reached down and grabbed my cock and hobbled my way to the door, hand between my legs the whole time. My dick was still fully erect this whole time.
I didn’t realize I had been played. The door was locked. I couldn’t get out the classroom. There was no escape.
“Oh I forgot. You’ll be needing these.” I turned around to see her holding the classroom keys in her hand. The doors auto locked five minutes after class ended.
“Pl-please unlock the door Miss Benedict.”
“Or else what?”
“Or else I’ll pee myself like a little boy.” I could tell from her expression she certainly enjoyed hearing that.
“Alright, here I come.” She walked over, her high heeled ankle boots loudly clomping on the floor.
I grabbed my cock and squeezed hard. She walked over as slowly as she could, stopping to check her watch at one point.
“My next class isn’t for an hour. No naughty little boys in that class.” She said as she laughed.
I should’ve predicted what would happen next. When she reached me she held out the keys as if to give them to me, but as soon as I took one of my hands off my crotch to grab she took them away.
“Please I don’t have much longer.”
“Aww. Now I feel bad. I don’t want the little boy to peepee in his pants.” She reached her hand for my cock again, pushing my hands aside. Against my own judgement I accepted. Her hand moved up and down and up and down my crotch area, which had a small wet spot at this point, although I didn’t know what had caused the wet spot.
“This reminds me of when I peepeed in my own pants in college. I was a shy little girl. So afraid of the big professor and this place that looked so different from high school. My history professor was going on and on and poor little me was squirming in my seat, trying so hard to contain my little bladder. The professor was talking about Romans. You know they’re aqueducts? Transported so much water. Can you believe they managed to move all that water.” Her hands never stopped during her monologue.
“But listening to him describe at that water. All of that liquid just flowing and flowing. Oh it was too much for poor young Miss Benedict. I peed all over like a little girl. Do you know what that feels like? To go pee so much in your pees like a little child? When you just have to peepee so bad but professor can’t let you go because naughty boys don’t get to go. The only way to make up for being naughty is to just release.”
And my body did as she said. My light gray sweatpants started turning darker as my body finally let go. Pretty sure I came first, and then immediately after followed by the warmness spraying down my legs. The streams of urine ran down my sweatpants and into my Vans sneakers. I couldn’t help but moan as I felt the relief pour over me, followed by pure and utter humiliation.
Miss Benedict looked at me. And leaned in as if to kiss me but I moved first, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her in. It lasted about ten seconds before she pulled away. She unlocked the door and looked at me. “Better run along now. Don’t want anyone to see you went in your pants.”
I sprinted to my dorm as fast as I could. I don’t know if anyone saw me. Later that day I looked at my math grade to see I now had a A in that class.
Edited April 17, 2022 by Bf1fan
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So this was a bit different than I originally planned.
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Miss Benedict was looking fine as usual today. Wearing a white shirt covered in underneath a tan suit with the buttons open, as well as a half thigh length black skirt and pantyhose combined with some pump heels. The perfect outfit for her to wear while I concocted my plan.
My mind had wondered if the events of two weeks ago had actually taken place. With her kind demeanor and personality, her sadistic torture seemed so out of place. I could remember the feeling of my wet sweatpants sticking to me as I sprinted to my room, but it just felt so surreal.
Out of everyone, why did she do it to me? Has she ever done it to anyone else? I never paid enough attention to see if she called for anyone else to stay after class. Would she do it to a girl?
I pushed away my thoughts as class was ending. I had my plan thought out. I had arrived extra early, which probably aroused some suspicion as I was usually late or just on time. Nevertheless I was ready to do what I had to do. By the front of the classroom there was an outlet where we could plug in our phone. It was very low to the ground and usually it was occupied, but today I got to it first. My phone didn’t actually need charge of course, but it helped to set things up better.
I had stopped at the stores nearby and gotten some diuretics. Conveniently enough she had left her coffee mug on her desk when I had first got there, and while she was talking to another professor I managed to get one in.
Finally class was coming to a close. When everyone was leaving I would enact my plan. Now came the next part. Going as a cop for Halloween had its benefits. Having a pair of authentic handcuffs was going to come very much in handy.
“Goodbye everyone, have a nice day!” Miss Benedict put on her kindest voice. She sounded like a totally different person than the one I was humiliated by. Knowing I see through her phony act would make revenge all that sweeter.
As everyone piled out I made my way to the front of class. She didn’t even notice, standing by her desk and look at her computer. I bent down and pulled my plug from the wall before looking back to see everyone had left.
The opportunity laid itself before me. If I was gonna do my plan it had to be now. I slipped the pair of handcuffs from my sleeve and attached one end the leg of the desk. The metal poll was almost perfectly sized. I took the other end and went for her leg, putting it tight around her ankle. By the time she felt it was too late.
“What the hell are you doing?” She said in a voice that was a mix of fear and anger.
“Payback.” I stood up and looked her in the eyes. She was about my height thanks to her boots. I grabbed her laptop and closed it up.
“What-you’ll be expelled for this.“
“Who on Earth will believe this? And I could just tell them what you did to me.”
“What are you gonna do, keep me here? I don’t teach class for another three hours. She desperately tugged on her leg but she was cuffed tight.”
“Don’t worry, it won’t be that long.” I couldn’t help but smile. The beautiful professor was mine now. She wasn’t gonna get away with what she did to me. It had been an hour since she drank that diuretic. Mixed with caffeine it had to have done a number in her bladder already.
I decided to take ahold of her laptop and put on a nice video, that of the sounds of a waterfall running for an hour straight. Her hands were down in her skirt holding her crotch so she couldn’t do much to stop me from playing it.
“Dawww, the young professor trying to prove herself to her bosses gonna wet herself like a little girl?” I said with bliss as she danced in place. I moved the laptop away so she couldn’t reach it. Her phone was also out of reach over in her purse in the far side of the desk.
“Look at you all, all dressed up. Thinking you’re a big girl. But you aren’t. You’re just a little girl trying to be big.” I couldn’t believe my eyes. This woman in her late twenties openly pee dancing right in front of me. Albeit one of her legs couldn’t move very much.
She rubbed her hands down her thighs and moaned.
“I need to go. Please.” She looked at me with sad eyes. For the first time I felt guilty.
“I can’t.” Even through her begging I had to stay firm. She wasn’t leaving this room with dry legs.
“Maybe I can, convince you.” She lifted her hand off her crotch and grabbed mine, feeling my cock through my jeans. I turned rock hard instantly.
In her bent down state I could see her ass sticking out from her skirt. It should be illegal for a teacher to be this sexy.
“Come on, let me get a kiss.” She said to me. She put her hand on my shoulder and pulled me in. Suddenly she was in control, but I was totally okay with it.
We started kissing and I reached my hand down to her bladder. I could fell it through the top of her skirt. I gave it a squeeze and she moaned as we kissed.
I started kissing her harder, pushing her against the wall. Her hand went behind my head, pulling me in. Her leg looked a bit silly, extended out past me like she was kicking since it was still cuffed to the desk.
“I’m gonna pee in my skirt like a little girl.” She whispered in my ear. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I came where I was.
She looked at me and smiled. “You gonna let me go now?” She asked, aware I had just busted.
“Ofcourse not.” I pushed down on her bladder. Pee come pouring out, running down her pantyhose clad legs and into her pumps.
“Looks like little missy didn’t make it.” I said as she just kept on peeing and peeing.
“Ohhh god.” She said as the stream finally came to a close. There was a puddle on the floor. Her pantyhose were stuck to her legs. I unlocked the cuffs from her ankle and she gave me another kiss on the cheek.
“You’re my favorite student I ever had. How about a 100 on the final exam?” She said.
“I would like that quite a bit.” She took off her suit jacket and wrapped it around her legs.
“Now you get to walk home with everyone seeing you wet.” I said, a smile forming on my face.
“Yeah, yeah get out of here before I change my mind and you get an F.”
I headed home and decided to study for my other classes. I never had to show up to Math Class again. I got an automatic 100 on every assignment the rest of the semester. I never saw Miss Benedict again. |
A fanfic about the protagonist from Pokémon Uranium after the events of the game. (All characters are fully mature and sapient. Copyright for the characters Lopunny, Blaziken, Roserade and Empoleon as well as Mistralion City, Mistralion Airport and the Unova and Sinnoh regions belong to Nintendo. Kudos to the Pokémon uranium devs and all their hard work making the game and keeping up the Tandor Link servers in spite of everything and their dedication to this amazing piece of freeware.)
Chandra had managed to procure a flight from Mistralion City back to Bealbeach city near her home of Kevlar town. Her father needed her back home. For what reason he did not know, but for a high ranking Pokémon ranger that has not shown any interest in raising his children for almost a decade to suddenly send a message by express mail to his own daughter that was now a three-time Pokémon league champion it must be important. In tow was her entourage from her recent Sinnoh campaign, namely her ever-present Blaziken, a Roserade, an Empoleon, and a Lopunny, but among them a notable lack of large flying types. As she walked onto the runway towards her plane she spoke to her team.
“Tssk! It’s gonna be a while before you can pee again! You guys better make a run to the bushes!”
The whole team was chattering as they walked to the side of the building. Blaziken raised his arms to the sky, yawning as he cracked his blazing knuckles before putting one hand on the wall and one near his genitals to keep his feathers from getting wet. He sighed as he hosed down the concrete. It was so good that his long, cetacean-style manhood was unsheathing itself.
The only one missing out on the action was his newest team member, and timid lopunny with a shy bladder. Chandra sighed because he knew how difficult it was to get lopunny to go potty outside where she was supposed to. She walked a few steps toward Lopunny, who seemed to be looking at the ground.
“Alright come here lops, let’s get you some privacy and a bottle.”
Lopunny absolutely refused to go potty outside in the grass, in any toilet or training potty, use any litter box, or use any form of puppy pad or newspaper. She would not go at all no matter how long she was let out for and then the *instant* she was let in she would have an accident on the floor. Every time she had to tinkle it was going to be a long ordeal of carefully massaging her abdomen, comforting her and getting peed on while trying to hold a cup or bottle to the vagina of a squirming Pokémon. Lopunny held her trainer’s hand, clutching her tummy with one tiny paw and having the other wrapped tightly around two of her fingers. She took her completely around the corner of the building, behind a smelly dumpster and between two bushes behind that. She reached in his bag and pulled out a tiny pink travel potty with the word “princess” on the side and a picture of a tiara. She pulled off the watertight plastic cover and opened the lid, revealing the small bowl within. She sat her down on the potty and slowly massaged her abdomen, moving her fingers in tight circles as Lopunny shook and shivered with need. She whined and she whined and and Chandra just calmly repeated the same words over and over.
“You can do it. You can go tinkle in the potty. Just let it out. Let it all out…” But, like so many times before, it was to no avail. Their flight was going to depart soon. There was just no time left to deal with this. She picked Lopunny’s four foot frame up by the waist and took her back to the plane after packing up his supplies. She got on the plane and recalled the rest of her team. Lopunny, high maintenance as she was, was terrified of Pokeballs. The plane left without incident and with his head in his hand Chandra simply sat and waited for Lopunny to spring a leak, like she always did. Surprisingly though, thirty minutes in she had not only not made a giant mess on the floor but was actually pawing at Jace and digging in his bag as if looking for something she could go potty into. She quickly got out the potty she *wanted* her to use, the fetid water bottle she *would* use, and, knowing what this meant, held her arms out in the universal “uppies” gesture. He picked her up and held the bottle under her tail. He sorta pushed it in but her legs remained tightly locked together. She got her other arm under her knees and with the bottle in the same hand tried to get her aimed in the general direction of the potty. As her powerful ab muscles tightened and she wrenched her eyes closed and sank her two front teeth into his arms Chandra could only think one thought.
“She’s gonna blow…”
Sure enough, like a tiny fluffy fire hose she did not merely “go tinkle,” she *gushed* what must have been a liter of light golden bunny honey all over the potty and the seat, and the floor, and even managed to soak her trainer in the process. The look of pure unadulterated bliss on her face was priceless. She continued to try to aim her tight gooey bunny puss in the direction that would result in the least amount of cleanup and she managed to fill the potty to the brim. It was, after all, designed for a buneary or roselia and both of her fluffy thighs and cheeks hung way off the edge when she tried to sit on it. She held her favorite bottle to her drooling bunnyhood as it sat salty, dribbling and sopping wet. Sure enough she was nowhere near done yet. She held the bottle to her crotch and ground her grown-up clit into the plastic rim. Frothy white bunny cream flowed down the sides of the bottle. Occasionally she would let loose more of the honey she had remaining in great squirts. Finally with one final thrust forwards she climaxed loudly and squirted a shot of stringy, fertile egg-white discharge into the bottle as a look of contentment spread across her face. She sank back down onto the potty to enjoy her afterglow as Chandra got a rag and mopped up what she had missed. Not even thirty seconds later she opened her eyes and stood back up. She looked at the full potty, she looked at her trainer and the way her eyes just lit up made it impossible for Chandra to stop herself from chuckling a bit as he showered praise upon her for using the potty like a big girl. The pilot shouted from the cockpit between the many crates and boxes of the tiny light propeller craft.
“We’re closing in on Bealbeach, the runway isn’t in the greatest shape! We ain’t got seatbelts so find something to grab onto! This might be a bit of a rough landing!”
“Will do, cap’n!” Chandra shouted over the roar of the props. One bumpy landing later Lopunny and Chandra were walking out onto the Tarmac. He picked the three balls off his belt and tossed them into the air, releasing her team in a perfect chevron formation. If Empoleon, Blaziken and Roserade had thumbs they would be snapping. Lopunny apparently didn’t get the memo. Instead, she was tottering along like a drunken spinda not even two feet away from Chandra as she caught the balls one by one and locked them back into place with the speed and grace of a juggler. Lopunny was now absentmindedly picking her nose.
“Why are the blonde ones always the dumbest” Chandra thought to herself as he entered the comfortable air conditioned airport with her team in tow. |
So, this is not my original work, it is an experience that I saved from the experiences forum about 3/4 years ago from an account that is no longer active, but I have reworked it into a fiction. Hope that is ok and hope you enjoy!
I gave my mum a ticket for an Ed Sheeran open air concert for her 40th birthday this year. It was going to be her first real concert since she saw Fleetwood Mac in the 80s and she was super looking forward to it. On the day of the concert she dressed up nicely, like a classic rock chick, tight jeans, white blouse, nice handbag and lots of makeup. As some of my friends (two guys, one girl) were going there by car, I asked them to join with my mum, and she was happy to travel with the "younger crowd" as she called them. So we carpooled to the concert venue with five people in my friend's new BMW 3-series and everything went astonishingly smooth. When we arrived the venue very crowded, and parking was a nightmare, but it was all good!
My mum and I separated from my friends at the concert venue, agreeing to meet them back at the car straight afterwards. The supporting acts were great already, my mum and I had two beers each and really enjoyed the vibe of the event. She then said that she had to go to the toilet before Ed Sheeran comes on stage, so we went in the direction of the portapotties which were lined up to both sides of the stage. However, it quickly became apparent that there were far too little of them. With about 90,000 thousand people in the venue, and probably 2 thirds of those, at least, being female, there were so many people in front of the toilets that you could not even see where a line would start or end. My mum was a little shocked about the situation. We waited in line for about 15 minutes, and weren't even halfway down the line. Eventually we heard the tannoy announcing that Ed was due on stage in 15 minutes. My mum moaned that she didn't want to miss any, and this line was another 20 minutes at least. I asked what she wanted to do, and was quite surprised when she said that she needed to pee, but she needed to see Ed come on stage more! I reassured her that after the gig the lines would be less, because people just wanted to go home, so, whilst she looked unsure, she decided that she could hold it until after the show, so we went back to our original space and soon after, Ed Sheeran hit the stage.
He played for the next two hours and it really was a fantastic performance and magic night, especially for my mum. Totally worth the price and a little hassle. However, as soon as the concert ended, I tried to talk to my mum, but she looked tense. It was obvious that her bladder was now VERY full because she grabbed my arm and I could see that she had crossed her legs tightly. We slowly made our way towards the exit, but it was painfully slow going as the stadium started to empty. She crossed her legs again every time we stood still and seemed a little nervous and agitated. Once we got close to the toilet area, she blurted out,
"Sorry, but I really need to go the bathroom before we leave...".
I told my mum that she could go, but we should hurry up afterwards to catch my friends. Once we got closer to the portapotties, it became obvious that the lines were even longer than earlier.
"You said that the lines would be shorter now"! She gasped, sounding somewhat panicked.
"Sorry mum" I said, "They usually are. I guess because its such a big gig, and there are so many young girls and alcohol tents, well, this is the result. Let's head out to the carpark and..."
She interrupted me,
"I'm sorry, but I really need to go...", and she joined the HUGE line and we waited.
After about 10 minutes and some serious leg-crossing and pee-dancing by my mum, we had only made it about five metres in line and the toilets were still agonisingly far away!
"Why is everyone taking so long" she whined, with a little mock whimper, "This is just ridiculous, are there any other toilets?"
"There's some round the other side" I said, "but they'll be just as bad, maybe we should just leave?"
"LEAVE?!" she gasped, "No way, I need to wee first"
Looking down the line, it was clear that there were probably 50 or 60 people ahead of her in line for about 15 portapotties. Reaching the toilets was going to take at least another 20 minutes, probably half an hour the way this queue was moving, and there was a lot of whining, bouncing and squirming, there was no way anyone was giving up their place in line. A girl about 5 people behind us shouted out:
"HURRY UP AT THE FRONT, WE'RE FUCKING DESPERATE BACK HERE", a shout which was met with enthusiastic cheers from down the line.
The girl in front of mum, who looked about 19, turned to mum and said;
"This is stupid isn't it, how can they be taking so long, my bladder is so full its gonna blast out of me like a firehose, I'll be empty in seconds"
"Oh don't" replied mum, seemingly forgetting herself for a second, "I can't remember the last time I was this full, I gotta go like a racehorse"
"Mum" I said, trying to convince her to head to the car park. "This queue is gonna take fucking ages, let's head out and we'll get Tim to stop at the services, it'll probably be quicker than waiting in this line, and the toilets will definitely be cleaner."
She was really not up for this though, telling me that she would rather wait for a wee first and how she couldn't bear to extend her wait any longer than it needed to be, but I reassured her the services would be quicker, and that there might even be more toilets out by the carpark, or another option to go somewhere if it was a real emergency.
I also had to go, but was not keen on waiting in line, so I had decided I could hold it until home. Besides, my friends and I had agreed to meet at the car park as soon as possible after the concert. It took us another 15 minutes to get there, and there were no more toilets and also no bushes. My mum bent over a few times and looked very unhappy about the situation now, but as my friends were already impatiently waiting at the car. Anna, my friends girlfriend who had recently turned 20, looked angry.
"There you are, we've been waiting for fucking ages!".
"Too long eh Anna", teased Chris.
"Fuck off Chris" she replied, "I had no choice".
"Sorry" said my mum, "it's just that we tried to...",
Anna interrupted, she was clearly drunk, "I don't care what your excuse it, I nearly pissed myself, we waited so long, I had to drop my knickers and piss in the carpark like an animal, just get in, I just want to get home now, I've never been so humiliated".
Chris sniggered at her, and sure enough, next to the car there was an ENORMOUS puddle. She must have been frantic if that had all come out of her!! I was secretly upset that I had missed her public show.
Everyone got in the car though, Tim was driving, next to him his girlfriend Anna, I was sitting in the middle, Chris to my right and my mum to my left. Space was tight, but as the drive was usually no longer than half an hour it was okay. It took us way longer than expected to even make it out of the car park, probably 25 minutes, and my mum, although trying to hide it, obviously really, really had to go to the bathroom badly. We talked about the fantastic concert and when somebody asked my mum something, her answers were really short and strained. She constantly rubbed her right leg on mine, tapped her feet and pressed her legs together. Although she tried to hide her need from the others, it was quite obvious to me sitting right next to her. I thought we might have to stop somewhere at a gas station for her, before the services, but Anna was furious, so there was no way I was asking. She could ask Tim herself if necessary.
Once on the motorway, I could see that my mum discretely open the upper button of her jeans which led to her the top of her white panties. A little later she twice grabbed the inside of her upper legs quite hard and it was obvious to me that she was really desperate.
"I'm really sorry Tim, but you will need to pull in at the next services" she finally said, confirming that her need must be getting absolutely frantic. Anna snapped at her though,
"Are you taking the piss, you've already held us up, I just want to get home".
I knew she was very nearly having a piss, never mind taking the piss, and her squirming now increased.
"I am sorry, really I am, but I could do with a trip to the Ladies".
Anna was furious "Well, I could have done with a trip to the fucking Ladies while I was standing around waiting for you. Hopefully you'll feel how bursting I was when I had to drop my pants in public".
Mum was now almost bouncing in her seat, her need clearly increasing now it was out in the open.
"I'm really sorry Anna, I just had to try and wait for the toilet, but the queue was huge, I never got to go and I'm not used to drinking so much, it's really quite urgent".
She was clearly frantic now, and Anna was not helping!
"Well good, I hope it hurts" she said, "I've never been so embarrassed, I hope you piss yourself!". Tim took over now,
"We'll be home in 20 minutes Mrs C, just cross your legs, there's no more services now anyway, you'll be OK".
She groaned out loud
"I'm not OK now" she said, "Oh God, Pete, you said we could stop at the services, SHIT, OK, just please, PLEASE hurry, I really don't think I can hang on another 20 minutes!"
With 3 of us crammed into the back seat, I was sitting very close to my mum, and I could feel that she was constantly squirming now. Anna was very drunk, and from past experience I knew that when she got like that she would say exactly what she thought. She had clearly been embarrassed, probably because Chris had watched her peeing. Chris was our singleton mate, and it was a standing joke that he was a bit of a perv, the way she had been talking, Anna had clearly been desperate, and maybe even started to wet herself waiting for us, and she was mortified. I knew though, mum had been complaining of being bursting before the gig started, and that was well over 2 and a half hours ago. The next 5 minutes must've passed like an eternity for her, as she almost shouted out.
"Are we nearly there Tim?".
She was like a bursting little girl on a long road trip, and now had her hand constantly between her legs.
"Not far Mrs C" he replied chirpily, clearly oblivious to the urgent show he was missing behind him. "We'll have you home in about 15 minutes".
"WE NEED TO STOP" she gasped, "NOW"
"I told you, there are no rest stops out here" replied Tim, as Anna turned around and saw my mum in a state of pure desperation.
"Please" gasped my mum, "pull over here, I don't care"
"I can't stop on the motorway" said Tim, now sounding a little more concerned, as Anna added
"Now you know how you made me feel, you ready to drop your knickers in public yet?"
"YES!!!" gasped mum, "Oh yes, please, anywhere, ohhhhhh" she collapsed into a long guttural groan !
"I put my arm round her, "you'll be OK mum" I reassured, "you can always wait longer than you think".
"I can't" she gasped again with tears welling in her eyes, "I can't, I have to go, please, please, just pull over, please, now"
I could feel her physically shaking as she fought to hold on, both her hands were between her legs as she bounced her bum up and down on the chair.
"Fuck" said Chris, "I think it really is an emergency mate, you better stop".
"I can't just stop on the motorway" replied Tim, "the exit is in 5 miles, just another couple of minutes and I'll pull over."
We continued down the the highway relentlessly, as mum whimpered in agony. 30 seconds passed and she cried out again.
"Tim, you have to stop".
To my astonishment, she started to undo her belt, We passed a sign, the next exit was 1 mile.
"Just another mile Mrs C, hang on". She burst into tears.
"I'm going to piss myself" she screamed, "Please, oh please, it's coming out, please stop, don't make me wee in my knickers".
Tears flowed down her face as she tore open her jeans and thrust her hand down the front of her knickers. In her frantic struggle her panty clad ass was almost on my lap now, as she tried to press her fingers into her aching pussy. She was wearing typical granny knickers, full back, white with faded pink flowers on them. There weren't dress to impress panties they were her comfy knickers she had owned for over 10 years! More than that though, there was a very visible wet patch on them!
"Shit mate, she's not kidding" I said,
"I'll pull over on the slip road" said Mike, "Just hold on 2 more minutes"
She was pulling at her jeans now though as she started to edge them down.
"It's coming" she cried, "I can't wait any more, I've gotta go right now, I can't stop it"
"Hang on" said Tim, "Just 30 more seconds", the slip road was in sight, and Tim was accelerating at it hard.
"I CAN'T" She wailed as she started to yank down her jeans.
"Mum, what the hell are you doing..." I said.
"PISSING" she replied, without hesitation, "I am pissing myself in a car full of fucking teenagers, please, oh holy fuck, please pull over right this second, Tim, PLEASE"
Her jeans were now halfway down her thighs as she thrust both of her hands hard into her almost see through, clearly wet, knickers.
"PLEASE STOP NOW"
Suddenly a clear wet spot appeared on her knickers as she almost screamed,
"It's over, I'm sorry"
She was almost stood up in the back, fighting to try and press her hands harder into her pussy, in her desperate struggle, her ass was above my left knee, as drops started to drip from between her fingers.
"FUCK" she stammered as she started to pull down her knickers with her right hand, whilst fighting to control herself with her left. Tim jerked off the motorway, as she yanked down her knickers and immediately lost a huge blast of piss. She was almost foaming at the mouth and couldn't speak properly.
"What the fuck mum" I gasped, "what are you doing?!"
"Fucking hell" said Chris, sat next to me, his eyes almost on stalks, staring at my mums now bare ass, and starting to pull out his phone, "I gotta get a pic of this".
"Please, wee, now, stop, Oh, fuck, fuck It's coming, I'm weeing, sorry, of fuck, oh no, please stop, oh god, shit, no, not here, I couldn't wait, fuck"
She was shaking as more and more frantic spurts blasted from their feminine prison, she was out of control, as piss dribbled through her fingers, she was trying so hard to control it, but it was going everywhere!
Tim finally stopped, as Chris was now openly filming my mums desperate show, with a visible bulge in his pants. She let go of herself and pushed the door open, lunging for it as her floodgates fully gave way and a jet of piss shot across the back seat. She threw herself out of the door onto the hard shoulder of the slip road, with pee cascading down her legs, dropping immediately into a squat, and relaxing.
"Oh Fuck YES" she gasped as piss blasted from between her legs, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Oh Christ I needed this, oh my god, oh my god, fuck, oh don't look" she added, tears flowed down her face as the most unbelievable blast of piss arced from her hairy pussy. She made no attempt to cover herself as her legs shook and she savoured her desperately needed relief. Her moans were almost orgasmic.
"OH fuck, that feels good, Jesus, I never thought I was gonna be able to do this, Oh god, I'm sorry, ahhhhhh thankyou, fuck, wow."
Her stream blasted on and on and on. No wonder she'd been making such a fuss, she had an incredible amount of pee in her. It was a full 45 seconds before her stream slowly dwindled to a trickle and she regained her composure. She opened her eyes to see 4 teenagers staring at her open mouthed, and a busy motorway slip road whizzing past.
She quickly tried to cover herself, pulling up her knickers before realising they were absolutely soaked, and completely transparent, doing nothing to hide her dark bush.
"Erm, I'm sorry about that" she stammered, as she tried to pull up her wet jeans, its just, erm, well, I had needed to go for so long, I said it was an emergency and you wouldn't stop."
"Now you know how you made me feel" said Anna, slyly, without showing a single ounce of compassion.
Mum was clearly soaked, as she got back into the car, which also showed a clear wet patch where she was sitting. There were splashes of her wee everywhere, on the seats, the windows, me and Chris. Everything was wet!
"I'm so sorry Tim, I'll pay for you to get the car valeted, I said I needed you to stop, oh, I'm so embarrassed, I have never needed to go as badly as that, I thought my bladder was going to burst"
The drive home was incident free, and easy going, it was a drive of awkward silence, and only about 10 minutes from my mum's humiliation, to getting her home. When we pulled up, Chris said something like,
"Thanks for the show, it's been great",
Whilst Tim, who was clearly also embarrassed at not stopping and seeing his best mates mum lose full control added
"At least you don't have to dash to the loo now do you Mrs C".
Mum was beet red in the face, and I was still shocked and could not quite believe what I had just seen. My mum sheepishly opened the door and said
"I'm so sorry again, I'll pay for this, please send me the bill".
We got out and my friends drove off and I stood there with my mum, outside our house, in the middle of the street, her tight jeans soaked with her urine.
"Mum, what the hell just happened".
She seemed so embarrassed and looked me in the eye, and said
"I told you I was bursting and I needed to wait for the fucking portapotties, please, never talk of this again" and to this day, we never have! |
PART 3: Dani's Surprise
Dani was just getting out of work for the day. As she walked down the hallway she felt a sharp pang in her bladder. Even so, she walked past the restrooms in a quick determined fashion. She would not give in. Not yet. It had been about a week or so since she discovered David’s fetish. Since then she has had lots of fun letting him watch her pee in the morning or peeing on him in the shower occasionally, but he had confided in her that desperation is one of the primary things that gets him off. She had it all planned out. Tonight she would surprise him by arriving at home completely desperate to pee.
She only allowed herself her typical morning pee and a short release around lunch time just to relieve the pressure a bit. For last few hours of her shift she made sure to drink an obscene amount of water and coffee. By the time she got home she wanted to be as close to a true accident as possible.
She could tell her vision was a bit altered as she got out to the parking lot. The coffee must be hitting pretty hard.
She ducked down to get in the car and winced as she bent her legs and hunched over her overfilled bladder. She clicked the seatbelt over her waist and felt the need to place her hand over her crotch. She pressed a finger gently against her pee hole over her grey slacks. Things were starting to get a bit desperate. “Good” she thought to herself as she pulled out of the parking lot.
The thought of David’s reaction to a surprise accident had definitely got her juices flowing. She could tell she was a bit wet with anticipation. She had been driving for about 20 minutes and her need was growing, her bladder hard as a rock, even painful at this point. Dani put on the brakes as she approached a red light. The seatbelt pressed into her with the gentle jolt of the car coming to a stop. She had started to sweat, her hand jammed tight against her pussy, her breathing heavy. Her thoughts began to race “Oh fuck, fuck FUCK I have to pee so bad. I don’t know if I can make it. What was I thinking? Why didn’t I let just a little go before I left. I feel like I am about to explode!”
The light turned green and a steady resolve washed over Dani’s face.
“You can hold it. You can do this. Just 10 more minutes. You can hold for 10 more minutes.”
With her newfound determination she pressed on. David’s place was a bit out of the way . He lived out near a wildlife preserve and at a certain point in the drive the store fronts and gas stations start to fade away replaced with nothing but dense woods on either side of the road. Dani was now in the thick of it there was no option now she HAD to make it to his place. She was so close. Minutes away now. Her tired pelvic floor muscles were starting to tremble. Her ass hovered a few inches above the seat so she could tense her entire lower body. She was on the edge of losing control.
As she rounded the corner her face filled with panic. There was a detour. A storm had knocked over some trees on to the road. A detour would easily add at least 10 minutes to the drive. Tears started to stream down her face which was now beet red. She wasn’t going to make it! As she took the turn her bladder spasmed HARD. It felt as if it were trying to flatten itself. A small trickle of pee dampened her panties. She was lucky that was all that escaped. The next spasm surely wouldn’t be so light. Up ahead she spotted a small gravel parking lot for one of the many trails in the area.
She yanked the wheel and swerved into the parking lot. She threw the car into park and in the same motion lifted her hand from her crotch to unbuckle herself. As soon as her hand left a warmth started to spread across her crotch. She wrenched open the door and used it as a crutch to help her stand. She couldn’t even stand up straight with her overfilled rock of a bladder threatening to tear her in half if she did. Hunched over she threw herself off the door toward the opening of the trail. Pee started to trickle down her legs. About 2 feet in to the trail there was a patch of soft grass with some tree cover.
Dani stumbled over to the patch of grass and as a loud jet of pee hissed into her pants and down her leg she fell forward on to her hands and knees. Once she got to her knees it was all over. The flood gates opened. She almost lost balance as the sheer force of her piss shocked her. She spread her knees apart to stabilize her self as it rushed out of her hissing and frothing through her pants. Dani moaned like an animal letting out deep guttural sounds relief. Her breaths quick and shallow.
The relief was orgasmic. She was tingly all over. She slipped her hand into her pants. Still pissing strongly over her hand and began to masturbate. She wasn’t just wet with piss and she knew this wouldn’t take long. With a shudder she squirted her last jets of piss over her hand and within a few short minutes she was cumming HARD. She let out a gasp and the arm that was propping her up gave way, her legs straightened, her face in the grass, hand still resting against her warm throbbing pussy. She rolled over with a satisfied sigh and slid her soaking wet hand out of her pants to rest on her stomach.
Dani's night didn't go as expected but she knew this was the start of something truly special.
Edited September 27, 2022 by bdp
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Cleaing up the clutter in my pc, I found a really old Fanfic I wrote back when I watched NCIS. I've fixed up a couple of typos and made it a bit more readable. (It's amazing how foreign your own words can seem after a few year)
Hope you enjoy:
"Come on" Abby said to herself. The machine had taken forever to give her a result and the long wait was beginning to impact her bladder. It wasn't a big deal though. Abby, having spend many late nights in her lab, with a seemingly endless supply of caf-pow, was used to holding
it. Normally she would have made her way to the bathroom by now but in a minute the machine would ding and Gibbs would magically know and walk into her lab. She didn't want to seem unprofessional by making Gibbs wait for her to finish up in the bathroom.
Abby bit her libs and looked down at her crossed legs.
"Gibbs will have to wait" she told her self. "Abby gotta take care of Abby". The goth made her way to the bathroom in the back of the lab with out major problems, but it was definitely not the most comfortable she'd ever been.
As Abby closed the bathroom door, her need got rapidly worse. Something about being close to relief makes it harder to hold on. With crossed legs and a mild shake abby went to pull her pants down. As she pushed the pants down Abby felt something tucking in her shirt. "Oh shit" Abby realised what had happened. One of the rings on the belt-buckle had gotten stuck in her shirt making it impossible
to open.
Abby tried to push her pants down once more but instead the pants put presure on her bladder, almost making Abby lose it. Abby was panicking, "I have to get help" Abby said with both her hands between her thighs. Slowly she removed one hand from her thighs to unlock the bathroom door.
"Who can I call..." Abby though as she made her way over to the table where the machine still hadn't produced a result. "Ziva is out in the
field with Tony. Ducky... no no Abigale no." Abby was going through every member of the team to figure out who she trusted to help her with her prediciment. "Gibbs maybe?... No I can't" Abby put one hand on her crotch. "Oh McGee! OF COURSE" The joy of maybe getting help almost made her forget her desperation.
Squadroom:
As McGee's phone rang he and Gibbs had been sitting in complete silence for a while. Not because they didn't want to talk but Mcgee knew how much this case meant to Gibbs, so he stayed focused on the task in hand and Gibbs were never one for small talk.
"McGee?" He said as he picked up.
"McGee! you gotta come down here" Abby said excited!
"Okay Abs" McGee said putting down the phone.
"Gibbs" McGee said looking up and making eye contact with his boss.
"What McGee?" "Abby has something. She sounds excited" Said McGee as he stood up. The two agents made their way to the elevator.
Abby couldn't wait for McGee to come help her out. All she could think about was getting to the toilet. Abby's dream about sweet relief was cut short by the machine finally getting a match. She turned around to see what the sample Tony had found was. "Oh perfect" Abby said to herself as she discovered exactly what the match was.
And now because she had found something Gibbs would undoubtedly be in her lab soon. she just couldn't wait to have to maintain a proffesionel look while she needed to pee so bad she would squad in a bush if she could. Abby's hand once again made her way down to her crouch. She hoped McGee would be there long before Gibbs.
Abby turned around as the elevator dinged signalling it's arrival to the lab's floor.
"please be McGee, please be McGee, please be McGee" Abby whispered under her breath.
As McGee walked through the door first, Abby was sure he was alone and almost started explaining everything to him, but then she saw Gibbs walking in with a caf-pow. "Hey Abs what you got?" Gibbs said like usual. Abby bit her lips trying to convince herself that she could hold it until Gibbs left.
"I've found something that may be interesting Gibbs." Abby said turning and walking back to the desk.
"May be interesting? You usually do better than that Abs" Gibbs said as he put the caf-pow on the desk and joined McGee by the big screen.
Abby sighed with relief because Gibbs and McGee had their backs turned, as it meant she could wiggle as much as she wanted without them noticing.
"Well can you see this DNA here?" Abby said as she pulled up the data she had collected.
"yeah what about it?" Gibbs asked.
Abby Shifted her weight to the other foot as a wave of pressure hit her bladder.
"Well it's urine. From a dog" Abby tried her best to stay focused but one of her hands made it's way
down to her crouch. "The injuries on our John Doe may have been from a dog. You're gonna need Duck-man to confirm that though."
Abby's hand shot up on the desk as McGee and Gibbs turned around.
"You called us down here just for that?" Gibbs asked.
"Well I only called meant to call McGee down here. Sorry Gibbs" Abby said picking up the caf-pow and taking a sip so Gibbs wouldn't think anything was wrong. Gibbs looked at McGee with eyes that said: Had you been Dinozzo I would have Dinozzo-slapped you.
"I'm sorry boss, I-I thought she meant the both of us." McGee apologized.
Gibbs left with out commenting. McGee stood looking at Gibbs for a few seconds before he to started to walk away as well. Abby knew she had to act quick.
"McGee!" Abby grabbed his arm with one hand while the other had made it down to her crouch once again.
"What?" McGee's voice sounded angry at first but it quickly switched to being it's normal friendly tone.
"I need your help" Abby said crouching down a bit.
McGee instantly realised what was going on.
"Abs why don't you go to the toilet?" McGee asked as Abby took her hands off his arm.
"My belt is stuck in my shirt so I can't get them off" Abby wasn't able to stand still at this point. Her legs were pressed together, one of her hands in her crouch and she was bouncing up and down.
"I need you to do something before I pee my pants." Abby's eyes were starting to get watery.
Just the thought of maybe peeing herself in front of McGee was enough to make her cry. Here she was, one of the best and brightest in her field about to pee her pants like a child.
"Oh Abby!" McGee was worried for his friend. He didn't want Abby to experience the embarrassment it would be to pee her pants and he especially didn't want to have to explain it to Gibbs.
"Eh... What can I do?"
"Just... Get these pants of me!" Abby wanted to yell but she was scared someone else might hear.
"Oh I know" McGee said reaching down in his pocket and pulling out his knife.
"Shirt or belt?" He asked.
"No! You aren't going to cut into either of them" Abby said firmly.
"You're gonna lose either your clothes or your dignity" Said McGee.
Abby knew she didn't have a choice, but she still thought about it. One on hand she really liked her cloth and if she HAD to pee in front of someone McGee wasn't the worst, but on the other hand she didn't want to feel the shamem of peeing her pants at the office.
Abby's discussion was cut short by a spasm hitting her bladder almost making her lose it. Both of Abby's hands was now in her crotch and she needed to bend over.
"McGee!" Abby felt his hand on her shoulder. "Do anything, just don't let me pee myself"
Abby was in pain and McGee could see.
"Okay Abs" McGee said "I'm gonna cut your belt. Can I pull it in the front?" McGee had his hand on Abby belt-buckle.
"Yeah sure... Just do it slow"
McGee pulled the belt out about a centimeter, but stopped as abby shivered.
"You okay?" McGee asked putting the knife behind the belt.
"No McGee, I'm not." Abby joked tried to relive the tension.
"I know Abs... trust me" McGee smiled.
Abby's legs was crossed but she had to keep her hands away so McGee could cut no matter how difficult it was. McGee had just started to cut into the belt before Abby realised the downside of the plan.
"Wait McGee.. If you cut through my belt my pants are gonna fall down!" Abby grabbed McGee's wrist.
McGee looked up at her with a confused look.
"Wasn't that the plan?"
"Well I can't walk through the lab in my panties now can I?!"
McGee couldn't understand how that could be important but he didn't want to waste time by asking.
"Can we do this in the bathroom?" Abby suggestied.
"Can you make it to the bathroom?" McGee asked as he stood up.
"I'll have to" Abby smiled.
At least she still has her humor McGee thought.
Abby's steps were slow, it's difficult to move your legs when you have to keep your thighs together and your hand on your crouch.
"Maybe this was a bad idea" Abby said stopping for a bit to regain control.
"Abs we've moved 10 feet and you look like you're gonna leak any second" McGee said worried as he put his hand around her shoulder.
"I can make it to the bathroom!" Abby's voice didn't sound too sure and McGee though she just wanted to prove herself.
"I know." Said McGee as a idea lit up in his mind. "Just not by walking" he continued as he bend down and lifted her legs op.
"Oh" Abby shrieked in surprise.
"Just hold on" McGee said as he swiftly started making his way over to the bathroom.
"Slower McGee" Abby said, laying in his hands with crossed legs and two hands holding her crouch.
"Sorry" he said nearing the door to abby's relief.
Abby reached out and open the door so McGee could put her down just inside the bathroom.
"Okay McGee do your thing" Abby removed her hands to give McGee the space he needed.
"And please be quick" she pleaded.
"of course" McGee said as he started to cut the last bit of the belt.
"McGeeeeee" Abby pleaded.
"Almooooost.... There!" McGee finally got throught the last bit of the belt.
He quickly stod up and turned around as Abby forcefully removed both her pants and panties in one motion and sat down on the toilet.
Abby wasn't fond of McGee hearing her pee but she couldn't wait even the microsecond it took McGee to shut the bathroom door. She could finally pee and that was all she cared about. Abby looked down and noticed something on her panties.
"Feeling better?" McGee asked from outside the door.
"Better... Hey McGee?" Abby said as she took a closer look at her panties and confirmed her suspicions. The big wet spot on the pink fabric taunting her.
"Yeah?" McGee answered.
"Could you wait for me to finish... I need a hug" Abby sighed feeling incrediblely weird.
"Of course Abs" Abby could almost hear McGee's smile.
Abby finished up and went to open the door. She had left her underwear on the floor of the bathroom and had to use a hand to keep her pants up.
"Hey... eh... Thank you McGee" Abby said, finding Mcgee sitting on a chair a bit from the bathroom door.
"Of course... I couldn't let you pee your pants" He said with his usual smile.
"Well... Almost" Abby grinned.
"Oh I'm sorry Abs" Said McGee getting up from his chair.
"I should probably go back to Gibbs... what can I tell him?".
"Relax McGee" Said Abby.
"I always keep spare cloth in the lab just in case. Just tell him I needed you for some computer stuff and he won't ask questions" Abby said walking over to McGee with her free arm out wide.
"Good idea" Said McGee and hugged his friend. They hugged for a while before Abby let go.
"Oh McGee eh.." Abby looked pleadingly at McGee.
"Of course I won't tell anyone" McGee smiled as he walked towards the door.
"And be careful drinking that" McGee nodded towards the caf-pow Gibbs brought. Abby just smiled back at him. |
Part 1: A Warm Place
Author's foreword: This is the first part of a two part omorashi story. It is a worldbuilding prequel that describes the location that the main piece takes place in. Feel free to use your brower's "find in page" function, usually ctrl-F, to skip to the next part. Search for "Part 2: Moon Showers" if you would like to go straight into the action.
This story takes place in the garden city of Singapore, specifically at Marina Bay near the Merlion Park.
I have been an amateur writer for a long time but this is my first omorashi story. Please tell me what you think, whether you enjoyed it and how I can improve. Buckle up and start chugging water or iced tea.
As one of the oldest insurance companies in Singapore, Lion City Insurance (LCI) has been a constant companion to the city of lions since 1969. LCI believes dignity and comfort are the right of all human beings. To demonstrate our conviction to this belief we are unveiling a state of the art, all-inclusive pilot shelter for the destitute and financially vulnerable in the lower levels of our local headquarters. This shelter will include a canteen, a hotdesking room for remote work and study, and comfortable sleeping quarters. More importantly, the shelter will boast clean and modern bathrooms with showers.
This shelter will set a precedent and send a message to other major corporations and entities that the time to give back is now. Whether through similar shelters or other smaller means, LCI hopes to be the first spark in a movement.
I'll be honest. I have a particular burning hatred for large entities with vast sums of money. Entities such as the LCI claim to exist to help the common worker, yet any amount of further digging will quickly unearth that this is just another bluff. Ever looked at the fine print and conditions of your LCI insurance policy? For a company that allegedly aims to be a safety net in your time of need, they sure do give back very little. Of course, this isn't news. Why would people flush with wealth and power have any reason to care about the disadvantaged and the sick?
This is why I wasn't even fazed when LCI announced their new state of the art pilot shelter for the disadvantaged and the destitute. I blew it off as more corporate virtue signalling that would probably be a trainwreck of incompetence.
The first time I visited this shelter, I was skating through Marina Bay when I saw an older man having mechanical issues with his bicycle. I stopped to help him. It was a quick fix, but we started a conversation.
Jeremy. This man's name is Jeremy. He tells told me how thankful he is that I fixed his bicycle. It isn't much, but it is his prized possession. He uses it to get around and exercise. He offers to treat me with dinner. This surprises me, but it turns out that he isn't poor. In fact, he makes a decent wage each month and now that I look closely at him, he is wearing nicer clothes than me.
I am reminded once more of the harsh reality of Singapore's housing situation. Here is a relatively well-off man who, despite his healthy finances, cannot afford or find a flat.
We talk at length in a restaurant dinner about the experience of living destitute in Singapore. Jeremy shares more about his past, including the reason he does not have a home to return to, and his ongoing difficulties in finding housing. He then offers to show me where he lives which, to my surprise, is the LCI shelter.
Me and Jeremy walk up to a large but rather unassuming door. Jeremy touches the biometric keypad. It unlocks for his thumbprint, the automatic door sliding open.
Stepping inside, I am blown away by how spacious and cozy the place is. The floor is laminated wood, and everything is shades of beige. The lights are a dim and warm orange. Jeremy parks his bicycle at the bicycle rack next to the door. He does not use his bicycle lock.
Jeremy offers to show me around the place, but tells me to be quiet. I leave my socks on, tiptoeing around to minimize noise. The shelter is laid out in a linear fashion, with a path connecting all of the rooms in sequence. The first room is a small hotdesking room. It is slightly elevated and protrudes out from the building. It is equipped with comfortable chairs and large tables, complete with socket strips. Jeremy tells me that the residents can choose to turn on warm ambient light when studying at night, and will turn them off when the room is unoccupied. However, the people working tonight have chosen to leave the lights off. This puts the room in pitch black, and allows moonlight to enter through three massive bay windows which take up the entirety of 3 protruding walls of the room. The windows provide a spectacular view of Marina Bay, and the moon which hangs above it. There are one or two people still up working.
Like the rest of the shelter, all the chairs, tables and walls are presumably a soft shade of very light beige, almost white but not quite. In the pitch blackness of the room, it is impossible to tell. Jeremy tells me that even though it might not seem like much, this hotdesking room is used by people in the shelter for everything from studying to remote work. Many people depend on this room to keep their careers and studies afloat.
The next room we enter also has a large window. However, the tables and chairs here are benches instead. There is one food store and one drink store which are open 24/7. Jeremy tells them that while the food here is good, those who are well-off like him will often visit restaurants to treat themselves.
Next, we pass by series of several doors. Jeremy tells me that each of them is a separate joined toilet and shower. This, he tells me, allows the residents the basic human dignity of privacy. Having lockable doors and a room all to yourself to use is a key comfort that many destitute people rarely get to enjoy, and for this he is grateful. Just like the rest of the shelter, the inside of the toilets is warmly lit. Unlike the hotdesking room, these warm lights give off enough of a glow to see well in the bathrooms. They are all very clean. Each of these bathrooms even has a bidet and a hotel-style sink counter and mirror.
The final series of rooms is a collection of separate quarters, again with lockable doors. Each of the shelter's residents gets a small but private sleeping quarters with a single bed, a chest of drawers, and a window with blinds. Jeremy shows me his quarters. Their opaque door allows for privacy, and a light switch allows him to sleep in complete darkness. This would not be possible in a dormitory, which still requires some light to enter the room so that anyone coming or leaving to use the bathroom at night can see where they are going.
With that, Jeremy yawns and says that he is going to wind down for the day. He tells me that I can come and visit him around the same time each day, which is when he does a short ride around the city with his sparse free time in order to keep healthy.
As I walk out of the shelter, a strange reality begins to sink in. The place is actually pleasant to live in. Even though its capacity is currently very small due to it being a pilot project, it is undeniable that the people who proposed the project actually cared about what they were doing... which was a strange thing to say about executives from a large corporate entity.
Maybe absolute wealth doesn't corrupt absolutely.
Part 2: Moon Showers
Author's foreword: There are three climaxes to this story, one for each time the girl pees, with no relation to when she cums. The second is much more intense than the first, so hold out for that if you can. The third is a bonus for the afterglow. Also, there is a pure focus on the girl with no attention given to the guy despite it being written from his POV
A couple of weeks ago, I went to my second anime convention ever with my friend. He told me that he was going to this convention specifically so that he could see this one cosplayer who he kept calling "mommy Rachel". I didn't quite understand what the fuss was about... until I saw her.
Rachel, for lack of a better word, is thick as fuck. She is best described as an "ara ara machine". Despite being 27, she looks much younger than 25. Honestly, the first thing I noticed about her was her massive tits, and that's the way it stayed for a while. Whenever I thought of her, I thought of her tits. Rachel was tits.
Of course, it's not just tits that Rachel has to offer. She is thick all over, with massive thighs joined to a huge but round ass with a noticeable line.
You can imagine my surprise when she sent me a few DMs on Instagram. We started chatting, getting close over time. One day, she invited me out for dinner at Marina Bay.
Rachel turns up wearing a long, heavy coat that goes all the way down to her feet. I find this odd, but I don't comment on it. Throughout the night, I am constantly aware of the fact that Rachel can't seem to ever get enough water. She drinks bottle after bottle of mineral water, including a few cups of iced tea. I ask her if she is feeling alright, but she says she is fine. I suggest that she should slow down, but she refuses. I can tell something is on her mind, so I suggest that we take a walk along the Bay to get some fresh air.
Our walk takes us up to the Merlion. Even in the middle of a pandemic and in the middle of the night, Singapore's iconic lion-mermaid statue is still spewing a constant and noisy stream of water. I take a moment to appreciate the soothing sound of crashing water, and it is now that I notice a look of vague discomfort on Rachel's face. The sound seems to be troubling her, causing her to look almost panicked. As we walk back southbound she begins fidgeting, then bouncing. Just a few hundred meters in, she is already crossing and uncrossing her legs. I ask her point blank what is wrong, and she tells me that she has to pee. I panic. The nearest toilets that I know the location of for sure are the ones at the Merlion and the one in the Shoppes. Both of them are much too far from our location, and I know that Rachel will not make it.
As I am thinking, a wave of pain hits Rachel's bladder. A pained expression flashes across her face, and I know that we do not have much time. I briefly consider if it would be illegal for her to walk up to the railing and urinate into the Bay. The answer is clearly yes. What if she relieved herself into one of the nearby planters? Surely that would be less illegal. Still, it's less than an ideal solution.
Right on cue, I notice a guy riding on a very familiar bicycle. It's Jeremy, a friend of mine who lives in a fancy homeless shelter in the nearby LCI building. I yell to him, and he comes to a stop. I explain that I have a bit of a situation. The girl I'm with-- no Jeremy, she's not my girlfriend, but I wish she was-- really needs to use the bathroom. Jeremy does not even hesitate, and takes us hurriedly to the shelter.
Even while we brisk walk, Rachel is already stripping off her long coat. She slides it off, revealing her naked shoulders. Her skin is light, smooth and flawless. Next to be exposed are her D-cup breasts, which jiggle violently with each step. I notice that she isn't wearing a bra. Instead, her top is held up by two bands attached to her upper arms. Around her neck there is a thick black choker with a metal heart outline dangling from it.
Actually, what kind of a top is this? It reveals everything, and the part cupping her breasts is bordered by a frilly white. The rest of the top is pitch black. As the coat falls off entirely, I can now see that Rachel is wearing a one piece shaped after a swimsuit. One of her legs is bare except for a fishnet stocking, while the other has a torn pantyhose held up by a garter belt. The bottom of her one piece suit arcs aggressively, exposing the line where her torso meets her thigh. A large amount of skin is visible, and the exposed area encroaches on her belly. Her entire pubic area is visible, and there is barely enough fabric to cover her pussy. Perched on her large butt is a small cotton tail, like that of a rabbit. I note curiously that Rachel is chubby, but to just the right amount. Just as I expected, she is thick all over. Everything from her face to her breasts, her thighs to her butt is ample and full. Despite this, her skin is flawless. There are no creases or folds, and all of her is smooth and well defined.
After removing the coat, Rachel lets out a strangely adorable squeaking noise before jamming her hands against her pussy. After Jeremy unlocks the door to the shelter, he tells us to go ahead first. Rachel does not hesitate, stomping loudly into the shelter with no care for anyone who might still be awake and working. Once we are out of sight of Jeremy, Rachel asks for her bag. She removes a gray haired wig and a set of bunny ears, putting them on. She also puts on a set of black fingerless leather gloves.
Is she...putting on a cosplay? At a time like this? Something is off. I can hear her breathing become ragged. it is tortured, but also oddly... pleasured? A manic edge grows in her breathing, and I think I can hear her shudder a little. Somehow, for some reason I cannot explain, she is enjoying this. As she finishes wearing the outfit, I can see that she is dressed as a bunny girl version of some character I can't identify.
Rachel jams her hand against her pussy once more, this time even harder. A wild look flashes across her face, and she begins rubbing herself. She hobbles with her hands between her legs over to the first toilet, sliding the door open violently. I struggle to close it behind us and lock it. I expect that she would head for the bowl immediately, but she doesn't. The shower, then? That would be interesting. Nope. Once she sees that the door is closed, Rachel hoists herself up onto the large, cold marble countertop. She then plops her entire body down unceremoniously, sending a shockwave that travels up her butt and through her massive tits.
As she sits down, I notice that her bunny suit lacks an in-built corset, and it begins to crease at the belly. As I watch, fat rolls form. Her large butt flattens against the hard surface, and she hangs her legs over the edge facing me. The part of her thighs hanging over the edge begin to droop from gravity. Once again, she begins stroking her pussy through the fabric of the suit, pausing only to ask me in a slightly crazed tone "wanna see?"
I manage to snap myself out of my trance long enough to stutter out "y..yes". Rachel spreads her legs, and pulls my head in close to her crotch. Her scent is overpowering. Some of it is her sweet perfume. But part of it is just... her. A deeply intoxicating scent emanates from her crotch. With a gloved hand, she pulls the fabric of her bunny suit aside to expose her pussy. To my surprise, there are no beef curtains. Instead, Rachel has a neat but somewhat loose innie pussy. She takes her hands off me to spread her pussy lips.
Pink. I see a perfect sea of bright pink.
Bright pink that is smooth and interrupted only with a small bump and two holes. As I look deep into Rachel, I don't notice her biting her lip. What I do notice is a loud hissing noise and, a split second later, a jet of clear liquid hitting my face. It is warm and smells intoxicatingly sweet and absurdly pleasant.
It tastes mildly salty.
Rachel, still with her fingers spreading her lips, thrusts her hips outward slightly.
The next jet of urine flies low, landing onto my chest. As it soaks into my clothes and dribbles down slowly it causes a warm, fuzzy and very wet feeling. For some strange reason, I feel like I've just been given a warm hug, only much better. So large was the jet that as it soaks into my clothes, it begins to cover my entire body, leaving not a single cold spot. I feel like I'm a hot tub. No, a hot tub isn't quite right. I feel like I'm in a hot tub filled entirely with Rachel's pee, and I cannot explain why I love it.
I'm busy enjoying my wonderful gift when Rachel lets out a sound that is halfway between a moan and a squeak. The hiss is back once more, and for a bit longer this time. Again, Rachel thrusts her hips forwards, this time more violently. A long jet of urine hits my face directly. It's still hot from her body heat, almost painfully so. My whole face is now soaked, and the pleasant scent of her urine now overwhelms my senses entirely. It's in every pore of my face, dripping down onto my neck and body. Her clear nectar is covering everything in a salty yet sweet layer.
Once last time, Rachel moans and thrusts. A long jet of piss sprays high up, missing me and trashing the toilet. It's on the shower curtain, the shower head, the walls... some of it is now dripping from the ceiling like indoor rain.
After letting out those intermittent jets of urine, Rachel closes her legs and clamps her hands over her peehole. This seems to send a wave of pain through her, and when she opens up her legs again I can see that her clitoris is completely red and engorged. Her pussy lips and the area around it are also a shade of red.
Rachel grabs my hand and forces me to stroke her as euphoria flashes across her face. Faster and faster she moves my hand until I take over, leaving her hands free to pull her top down. She grabs at her own breasts, rubbing them. I can see that she is rapidly losing her mind. She then asks to switch. With trembling hands, she puts my hands on her breasts and I start to massage them while she strokes her pussy.
Still, I can tell that Rachel needs more force to finish. She tries to rub my leg against her crotch, but the counter is in the way. A few awkward seconds go by as we try to find a way for her to rub against my leg, but the marble slab counter isn't helping things at all.
Frustrated, Rachel hops off the counter, taking off the swimsuit portion of the bunny suit and discarding it in the shower. With her still wet hands, she unlocks the toilet door and slides it open. I try to stop her, but to my horror she grabs my hand and leads me along, stomping loudly through the shelter. I am painfully aware that her bare ass and pussy are exposed to the cold night air and anyone lucky enough to walk by. Thankfully by this time the people working at the hotdesking room have gone to sleep, leaving the room in pitch blackness. Rachel drags me all the way up to the bay window in that room. I now notice that there is a long couch there, giving the perfect view of the full moon over the Bay. The moon is bright tonight, and it bathes the room in an ethereal silver light.
Rachel shoves me unceremoniously down onto the couch into a sitting position. She then climbs onto me, throwing her arms around my neck. Kicking off her shoes, she begins tribbing, rubbing her pussy lips against my thigh and torso.
Soft and squishy. Everything is soft and squishy. Her bulbous butt wraps itself around my thigh, a sensation I can only describe as heavenly. Better still is her squishy pussy, which she begins thrusting against me over and over. Tighter and tighter she grips my back, now shoving her crotch onto mine with each thrust. I hold on to her too, thrusting to her rhythm, locked into her embrace. Her friction. Her softness.
Rachel's warm breath comes out in gasps and soft moans that hit my neck, and the smell of her real hair under the gray wig seems to grow stronger over time. I close my eyes to savour the moment, allowing wave after wave of pleasure and satisfaction to wash over me. I let my head go loose with pleasure. When I open my eyes with my head pointed away from Rachel, I find that my gaze has come to rest on what was in my blindspot a few seconds ago. A CCTV camera. Sure enough, as I focus harder on it, I can see that the lens is pointed in our direction.
"R...Rachel...." I manage to stutter. I ask her if she wants to stop, in view of the fact that we are right under a camera. To my dismay she lets out a manic chuckle. Her moans get more and more pronounced, loud to an almost vulgar degree.
What the fuck is this? Does she not care about waking up the residents? No... she enjoys this. She enjoys being watched.
Rachel has lost all control. She is now thrusting her entire body frantically against mine, rubbing her somehow still engorging clit harder and harder. Her pussy lips and inner thighs are now bright red from the friction. I can feel small dribbles of urine leaking from her pussy, and as she thrashes they drip all over my body. Her loud and unrestrained moans mix in with pleasured laughter. She's having an amazing time riding me, like I'm a damn rollercoaster.
Rachel is saying something. What is she saying? I can barely make it out. Everything coming out of her mouth sounds like a moan at this point. She's going to.... oh no, she's going to cum. I pull her into me with each thrust, and her tribbing becomes longer and harder with each stroke. Faster and faster, more and more. Her body slams against mine, sending waves of her sweet scent against me. Urine, sweat and pheromones mix together into a deadly cocktail. I can feel myself losing sanity, my grip on reality sliding away.
I am brought back to my senses when Rachel lets out a long and drawn out moan. Her pelvis is now thrusting itself. I pull her against my belly, and I can feel the entirety of her pelvis pulsating powerfully and slowly. Everything from her pelvic floor to her vagina rises and falls in perfect rhythm. With a ragged breath, I can just barely make out Rachel asking me to turn her around to face the window, so I do. She goes soft with pleasure, melting in my arms as a now familiar loud hissing begins. Her dam has burst, and a great surge of pee shoots out from her now rapidly deflating bladder. The firehose stream flies up a couple of meters high, pelting the laminated wooden floor with enough liquid to ensure it is beyond repair. Rachel is pissing like a racehorse now, and her stream keeps getting stronger. It gains distance and hits the bay window, giving anyone still awake at Marina Bay a front row view of a watersports event of a lifetime, one which would make anyone wish they were in the splash zone.
hiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
The urine hits the window with so much force that most of it is thrown directly back at us, showering us with a gentle drizzle. The urine which clings to the window fans out into a massive vertical puddle with enough violent ripples to render much of the window completely distorted. It flows down in a continuous waterfall directly on the floor, where the water level keeps rising. It's starting to look like our shopping district "ponding" during monsoon season.
That's the government's euphemism for it's fucking flooding.
The puddle on the floor keeps growing, rapidly and aggressively. The tidal wave of piss keeps on advancing. I'll need a boat to get out of here and I do not care. My arms, wrapped around Rachel's torso, can feel her bladder bulge get smaller and smaller as her breathing gets faster and faster. A wicked idea flashes across my mind, and I press down on her bladder. Rachel's stream immediately becomes much stronger, and for a second I'm afraid the walls of her urethra won't hold. As Rachel slouches backwards into a lying position on me the stream gains height, hitting the ceiling and raining down on the couch from above us.
There's no hope for this shelter now. LCI really did put their all into this place, and they've improved the lives of so many people but it's all over now. We just had to come in and ruin it. Rachel just had to pee EVERYWHERE, and I just had to let her do it. Now that there is urine on virtually every surface of the hotdesking room, it will be hard for them not to cordon off this biohazard zone permanently. Still, in my selfish mind, I just cannot bring myself to care. The warm indoor rain of Rachel's urine feels too good, and her soft body in my arms is all the comfort I need. In this moment I am complete.
Slowly and gradually, Rachel's stream dies down and I notice how heavy she is. My arms are tired, and my legs are completely numb. Maybe she is a lot thicker than I initially realised. Still smiling, she opens her eyes slowly and pulls me into a hug, pressing her piss-soaked body against my cum-soaked torso. I stroke her wig, but I feel like something isn't quite right.
Gently, I take the bunny ears off Rachel's head and pull the wig off her scalp. Then, I gently remove her extended lashes, followed by her gloves. Finally, I take off her stocking and pantyhose. Now I get to see the real Rachel. Without all of the frills she looks older. She looks her actual age of 27. Without the lashes her eyes are small and aged. Without the stocking and pantyhose her thighs look fat instead of thick. Without the top her breasts are a bit saggy. But I don't care. I still think she's hot, or hell, even hotter. After all, I don't want a wild bunny girl.
I just want Rachel.
After all of that insane shit, I lead Rachel back into the shower and hose her down rapidly. We don't have much time, and once I see that the coast is clear I drag Rachel into a dash for the front door. I get Rachel to put on her long coat once more to cover herself up. As we try to act normal and walk towards Bayfront MRT, I notice a trail of droplets forming on the tiles behind Rachel. Small circles that very distinctly colour the grey tiles black.
You've got to be kidding me. After all that, she's still not done? I tell her to release some of it into a nearby bush, so she pops a squat and does so. Just seconds later, however, I spot someone passing by. I tell Rachel, and she immediately gets up from her squatting position.
We keep moving, but Rachel begins to leak again near to the Shoppes. I ask her if she can hold on for a while longer, but she tells me that her bladder is already filling up. She has to pee, now. I highly doubt that. Before I can stop her, however, Rachel is removing her coat once more. She dashes excitedly towards the railing over the water, grinning like she is about to do something very naughty. Still standing, she grabs the railing, pushing her hips forwards and allowing her bladder to relax. The loud hissing returns and a long, continuous stream of urine flies in a wide arc before splashing noisily into the Bay. On one hand, I wish I was a fish in the water that Rachel is peeing in. On the other hand, I'm in a state of panic wondering what the combined fine for indecency, environmental pollution and public urination would be. Still, I manage to bring myself back into the moment and appreciate what is happening in front of me. A painfully hot girl under the light of the full moon, standing with her hips thrust forward, a massive arc of urine flowing from her reddened pussy. It is then that I realise that this is everything I have ever wanted from life. It is then that I realise some things are worth the risk of being thrown in jail and bankrupted with fines.
Dear Singapore,
It is with great disappointment that Lion City Insurance is announcing our new shelter has been defaced. Last night, a young adult male and female appearing to be a couple entered the shelter through the goodwill of one of its residents, who will remain anonymous. CCTV footage shows that the female was fully nude when she began urinating in the open. Please know that the culprits have no connection to LCI whatsoever, and they are not residents of the shelter. We have stored the footage of the crime, and are working with the relevant authorities to track them down. LCI does not place any blame on the residents of the shelter, or the resident who let the culprits in. We are aware of the countless stereotypes that our society has formed against the destitute, and would like to remind the public to pass judgement based on actions and not status. To that end, the residents are clearly innocent.
It bears repeating that this act is morally outrageous and directly damaging to the welfare of the shelter's residents. LCI urges would-be offenders of all kinds to think before they act. To consider the damage that they do to others, in particular the less fortunate.
Edited April 19, 2022 by MarisaEnjoyer
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I think that there were two basic inspirations for this as it was based on two incidents in my life that were sort of unrelated but form the basis of this story. The first was I remember when I was young that I had really constrictive Easter clothing one day, not so much as dramatic as being sewn into the outfit, but that made going to the bathroom really difficult. The another occasion I went to a family reunion where we took a limousine to drive the whole family there, and by the time we got there we all needed to go to the bathroom and got delayed for a while.
So then I sort of combined those two events and then I also added the aspect of constricting clothing, which is something I have chatted about with @Becky Lewis, so I decided to make her a character. I'll admit that the idea of a formal Easter event where people go to eat chocolate bunnies and drink champagne is kind of a weird premise, as I never actually heard of such a thing, but hey a suspension of disbelief, I think it still works to facilitate the desperation in the story and that's what matters, so I hope everybody enjoys this. Can also be read in my blog https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/9781.html
Also if you want to see another Easter desperation story I wrote three years ago involving the Easter bunny check it out in my old blog at https://desperatejill.livejournal.com/2019/04/23/.
Desperate underneath Your Easter Dress
Jill had to admit that she wasn't exactly looking forward to Easter that year, as she and her friends got invited to a special formal Easter event, where everybody would get together and exchange all sorts of chocolates and stuff. She liked chocolate but she had to admit that it sounded like it was going to be a boring stuffy affair for the most part, and she always hated any type of event where she had to dress in formal wear, as it always made going to the bathroom extremely difficult, and Jill was a person who dressed for practicality rather than fashion for the most part.
As Jill's friends Audrey, Gilda and Becky helped her get into her Easter outfit, she had to admit it was rather tight and a snug fit, just as she feared.
"How are we supposed to go to the bathroom in these things," Jill said as she looked at the dress that seemed like it was sewn on to her.
Gilda shook her head. "I'm afraid that this particular dress you have to pretty much just have to hold it all day."
"Hold it all day, I don't think I want to hold it all day!" Jill said shaking her head thinking her day just got a whole lot worse.
"Well you just went to the bathroom before we sewed you into the dress, so at least now you shouldn't have to worry about going to the bathroom for at least a few hours," Audrey said. "Although I have to admit I'm not very fond of these outfits myself. When people design these things don't they ever think about the fact that women really need to use the bathroom at some point?"
Becky nodded. "Yeah, but I think that they figured that these type of formal events are only a couple of hours long, so they figure that people wearing these dresses probably could just hold it for a couple of hours. I mean I'm sure that we will be okay, I don't think that these dresses were designed for really long event or anything like that. They are meant to make you look really good for a really short amount of time."
"I have to admit I really am feeling rather anxious about this, and when I am anxious that makes me have to go to the bathroom more," Jill said shaking her head.
"Sometimes women have to suffer for fashion Jill," Becky said. "And I know that you're not typically one of those women who is willing to suffer for fashion, but this is just a one time event, it's just a few hours and then we will be home and we can basically cut you out of your dress, and you can cut us out of our dresses, and so on and so forth."
"How come I feel like we are going to end up regretting this," Jill said as the four of them got into their limousine that they had rented to take them to the formal event. They figured if they were going to have to go to a formal event and that they had to rent a car anyway they might as well go in style.
"Hey look, this limousine has like a mini bar in it," Gilda said as she started reaching for it before Jill slapped her hand away. "Hey what gives?"
"Do you want to end up having to go to the bathroom really bad in a dress that you can't take off?" Jill said.
Gilda shook her head. "You know I had already completely forgotten about that."
"Well then you are lucky that you have a very bathroom conscious friend who is here to make sure that you don't do something extremely stupid," Jill said smiling smugly. "Now I recommend that we all try to limit our liquid intake so that we don't find ourselves in some type of emergency situation."
"Jill you put too much planning into things related to bathrooms," Audrey said shaking her head, although she had to admit that Jill had a point, they didn't want to tank up on the liquids when they knew that they wouldn't be able to go to the bathroom all day until they got home and could take their dresses off.
"I always say it's better to be safe than sorry," Jill said as the three of them nodded and began talking.
Unfortunately it was a particularly hot Easter this year, and it soon became extremely warm because the air-conditioning in the limousine wasn't working, and they were wearing tight fitting clothing with several layers.
"Oh my God, I'm sweating like a pig in here," Gilda said as she started pouring herself a drink.
"I know, but at least if we are sweating that means that fluid is leaving our body rather than going inside of it," Jill said as she licked her lips, admitting that she was getting rather thirsty herself.
"Look we agreed that we should probably watch our liquid intake, but we shouldn't completely dehydrate ourselves," Becky said as she started taking a drink.
Jill really knew she shouldn't, but as she saw all of her friends taking a drink she couldn't resist and she soon started drinking with them. She took small sips at first, but as the trip went on the limousine became intolerably hot, and she could feel herself sweating underneath her dress it was becoming unbearable, and she found herself drinking more in spite of herself. She once again tried to limit herself but there was only so much a person could tolerate in a hot stuffy limousine like that. And it would figure there was a lot of traffic too.
"Finally we are here," Jill said, as they got out of the car, and she was immediately going to run to the bathroom until she remembered that she was wearing a dress that was not designed for that, because whoever designed it was a fucking idiot who probably had never even so much as consulted women on on these matters and just was thinking of fashion exclusively.
Jill knew that as a lesbian she shouldn't be dismissing her own kind, but she really regretted the fact that ironically it seemed like most women's clothing was designed by gay men who all had clothing for themselves in which there was a fly that could be opened to allow urination.
As Jill and her friends got out of the limousine, they started meeting and greeting with lots of other men and women at the event. As Jill looked around she could see that all of the women were wearing the same type constricting dresses, as that was part of the dress code for this particular event, which must have been planned by men, no by sadists, and looked like it was going to be a boring affair aside from all of the free chocolates that would be provided, which she didn't plan on eating until after they had left the event.
It was a pretty typical affair where the four of them lined up in front of the limousine as people started taking pictures of them in all sorts of various poses. It was annoying having to make so many poses especially in a dress that didn't allow for much movement, and Jill could still feel that she was sweating like a pig underneath that thing.
They were glad when they moved inside of the place to get away from the fact that they were near a lake and stream with a small little waterfall, and Jill noticed that she wasn't the only one who didn't seem to appreciate the sound of running water.
She didn't have to pee very badly yet, but the fact that she already had to pee was a bad sign, so she realized that she should be behave very carefully if she wanted to avoid a disaster under the circumstances. The last thing she wanted to do was end up pissing herself at a formal event, as she would never be able to live that down.
As the event got underway, people started to mingle and chat, and Jill felt that she was right, that the whole affair was rather dull. She was just kind of hoping that it would be over soon, they would take their free chocolates and candies and get home as soon as possible so that they could cut themselves out of the coffins that they happened to be wearing around their bodies.
Once again Jill hated the fact that women's clothing seemed to be designed to make them look pretty rather than for comfort. In fact there was nothing wrong with designing clothing to look nice, but it seemed like a lot of this clothing they went out of their way to make it impossible to go to the bathroom, almost as though the people who had designed dresses like these were sadists who enjoyed watching women squirm for inability to pee while wearing them.
She didn't like to involve herself in conspiracy theories, but right now she was picturing a bunch of gay men designing these dresses and laughing to themselves as they thought of all the women not getting to go to the bathroom all day.
"How are you liking the event Jill," Becky asked.
"I mean it's okay and everything, but it's kind of dull in all honesty," Jill said as she licked her lips.
"Have you had anything to drink all day?"
"I am trying to watch my liquid intake like you should be doing, for obvious reasons."
"I have to admit that I could use the toilet right now, but luckily it's not an emergency yet."
"Ladies and gentlemen, I think that everybody should try these of delectable chocolate bunny rabbits," the host of the event said as she started handing them out.
"Thanks I think I will save mine for later," Jill said. "You know trying to watch my figure and everything." It was a lie, but she figured that if she got even slightly heavier from eating anything that the dress that was already suffocating her inside simply wouldn't fit against her body.
Jill wanted to scratch herself, but she knew it was impossible through the dress, and she didn't want to seem like she was a low class individual with everybody watching her.
"Jill I think we should eat the chocolate bunnies now, it's rude not to," Audrey whispered to her.
"I know, but chocolate kind of makes me thirsty," Jill said as Audrey continued rolling her eyes in her general direction, like come on eat the chocolate bunny, don't make us look bad. Reluctantly Jill started tasting the chocolate bunny, and had to admit that it did taste rather fine, but it also made her extremely thirsty. She took a couple of sips of her water but she found that that wasn't very satisfying.
"How much longer is this thing going to last," Jill said as she found Becky a little while later.
"Well I think that they are going to do a toast in a short time, so everybody should get their champagne glasses ready," Becky said as Jill frowned.
"You know I've been trying to stick to water and everything," Jill said as Becky frowned. "Fine, I will taste a little bit of the champagne."
As the host of the event began toasting, everyone began drinking down their drinks. Unfortunately it wasn't just one toast, there was toast after toast after toast, where they were expected to keep sipping on the champagne. And Jill had to admit that she was getting more thirsty than she could tolerate and found herself drinking more.
Unfortunately she could also feel that all of those drinks were extremely diuretic and going straight to her bladder, and she was beginning to get more uncomfortable than she was already from wearing a suffocating dress all day, on an Easter where it happened to be as hot as a summer day.
"Global warming if you were a person I could kick your ass right now," Jill said as one of the event planners came over and she swallowed her pride and began smiling as she drank some more champagne. "This is a really nice event, I'm really enjoying myself."
Jill had to admit though that that was a total lie, right now she just wanted to get to the bathroom. She noticed that the ladies room didn't have a line, which she thought was rather unusual, until she remembered that every woman at the event was wearing an outfit similar to her, outfits where they had to be sewn into the dress and weren't able to use the bathroom all day.
Jill couldn't help but look around and see that other women were looking a bit antsy and anxious, she could see a couple of them leaning up against the wall, and she saw more than a few of them looking over at the bathroom with a longing glance in the same way that she was doing.
Meanwhile she saw that the door to the men's room was opening and closing in a revolving door fashion as men continued drinking and going back for seconds, knowing that they wouldn't have to worry about holding it in until they got home.
"Okay now it's been several hours, are we going to be going home soon," Jill said as she crossed her legs underneath her dress hoping nobody would notice what she was doing.
"Yeah I have to admit that I am crossing my legs underneath here as well," Becky said as the two of them laughed nervously.
"I was told this event would only be a couple of hours, but now we've been here for like four or five hours now and I am absolutely dying here," Jill said.
"Stop complaining you guys, we are going to be leaving shortly I am sure," Gilda said, but they could both tell that she was staring towards the bathroom just as longingly as they were, as well as shaking her glass in her hand and looking really antsy.
Audrey came over, making lots of quick little steps before pausing and using her hands to flatten out her dress, clearly looking nervous and bending a little.
As Jill looked at her friends she knew that they probably all had crossed legs under those dresses and at least they were concealing that. But if they didn't start getting home soon she was going to scream. Now all she could think about was peeing.
"This is a pretty nice event, isn't it ladies," said Chris, one of the hosts of the event. "I hope that you are liking all of the chocolate and champagne and everything. I love champagne, but it goes straight through me, I have probably gone to the bathroom like three times tonight and I think I'm going to have to go again soon."
The woman all struggled to keep a straight face, and Jill had to struggle not to kick Chris right in the shins, which she probably couldn't do anyway, because her dress was so tight that such a movement would probably not be possible.
The women all frowned as they watched Chris go off to the men's room and emerge a few minutes later and started coming back over their way.
"Can I get you ladies some more champagne," Chris said with a smile.
"No!" all of the women shouted instinctively, before realizing that they came across as rude.
"I mean no thank you, alcoholic beverages should always be done in moderation," Becky said trying to keep her legs from shaking underneath her dress.
"Becky I am freaking dying here," Jill said as she pressed her knees together underneath her dress. "Is there any possible way to facilitate urination in this dress."
"Facilitate urination?" Becky said raising her eyebrow.
"It's the formal atmosphere, I mean I need to take a piss!" Jill shouted before covering up her mouth as she could see a couple of other women looking over in her direction, and she couldn't help but notice a couple of them were sort of smiling or nodding in agreement with her, even some of the older uptight looking women who probably viewed piss as a curse word.
Chris started going up at the head of the event and asked everybody to take another toast. It was obvious looking around the room that most of the women were looking decidedly uncomfortable. Jill could see a couple of women who seemed to be pacing back and forth with their hands on their hips, many leaning against the walls in a subtle way, and a lot of them looking over at the ladies room, which had not seen any activity all night. The only reason why a ladies room at such a crowded event would be unoccupied is simply because of the fact that none of the women were wearing anything that would allow them to go to the bathroom.
"I hope that you're all enjoying the event, but looking around the room it looks like a lot of you are looking kind of antsy, like you want to go someplace, hope you aren't bored," Chris said with a laugh. "Anyway but I have seen that you have been enjoying the event, so I will extend it a little bit longer, no need to thank me."
"Okay I don't give a fuck if it makes me sound low class or rude, we have to get the hell out of here, and we have to get the hell out of here right now," Jill said as her friends sort of twitched around and reluctantly nodded. "I think that we will just have to excuse ourselves politely."
"Hey ladies, would any of you like to dance," Chris said as he came over, once again drinking another glass of champagne that no doubt would have him running to the bathroom in a short amount of time, which made all of them want to tie him up, place a funnel down his throat with a keg on top and then leave him there tied to a tree until he pissed himself.
Little did Chris know they were all sort of dancing underneath their dresses, pee dancing that was.
"You know this has been an absolutely lovely, event but we really must be going," Audrey said.
"Yes, I think that we all really really really must be going," Gilda said looking like she was about to bite her lip off.
"Well I hope that you will join me for one final toast," Chris said as they all reluctantly picked up their glasses and took a few sips.
"Cheers," Jill said as she quickly choked her drink down put her glass down on the table, and then she and her friends began slowly and carefully walking out into the parking lot and looking at their watches. "When is that damn limousine going to get here?"
"This event was supposed to end at least an hour ago, so they must be running really late, they should have already been here waiting for us," Becky said as she ran the fabric of her dress between her fingers as a nervous habit.
"I really wish that I could just pop a squat in this damn thing," Audrey said as she hopped up and down. "I am doing my Easter bunny hop right now."
They all had sort of a laugh about that, but none of them were quite smiling as they all stood there in front of the lake with the trickling sound of the waterfall making them more frantic.
"If the limousine doesn't arrive soon I think that I'm going to jump in the lake and piss myself and just make it look like I fell in as an accident," Gilda said.
"Show some restraint, you don't want to publicly humiliate yourself at a formal event like that do you," Becky said as she arched her back up straight and pushed her hand into the base of her spine as she crossed and uncrossed her legs underneath her dress.
"Oh my God, when is the limo going to arrive, I'm going out of my mind here," Jill said as they saw the lights of the limousine reflecting on them, and they all started running towards the limousine and opened the door and very quickly sat down, very carefully however.
"So how was the event ladies," the limo driver said smiling, but he could see that they were all frowning.
"Driver get us home as quickly as possible," Becky said. "And please, by all that is good and decent in the universe, try to watch any speed bumps."
As the four women sat in the back of the limousine none of them were touching the minibar, and they were all sitting with their legs firmly crossed and their hands in their laps. They kept constantly adjusting themselves and rubbing the fabric of their dresses between their fingers nervously.
"You ladies must be pretty tired back there, you were a lot more chatty on the way over," the limo driver said. "But you probably had an exhausting day, and you probably tried some champagne and that always makes me tired as well. Also champagne seems to make me have to go to the bathroom like a horse –"
"Shut up!" all of the women shouted as the driver closed the window separating him from the women in the back. That wasn't the classiest thing for a limo driver to say, which was the last thing that was concerning them at the moment.
"Maybe we shouldn't have pissed off the driver like that," Becky said.
"Please don't say piss," Gilda said.
"Fuck that I need to piss!" Jill said as she bounced up and down in her seat, trying to get comfortable but finding it impossible.
Traffic was rather slow, but finally the limousine arrived and they all slowly and carefully got out of the limousine, as they were all so thrilled to be home as they started running through the door.
"Let me just get my keys," Audrey said as they were all hopping up and down as she took her keys out of her purse and began opening the door.
As soon as they got inside they all started running towards the bathroom.
"Wait, we can't take a piss until we get out of our dresses," Becky said as the women all groaned.
"Well do me first I am bursting!" Jill shouted.
"I'm just as bursting as you are!" Gilda shouted.
Audrey whistled and clapped her hands. "Ladies ladies ladies, we just got back from a formal event, let's not act like God damned animals. I think that there is a orderly way we can do this. Now seeing as this is my house I think that I should get first dibs on the bathroom."
All of the women began protesting, but they could see that Audrey was standing in front of the bathroom door holding her arms stretched out to let them know what the score was. It was a total bitch move on her part, but they knew that they had no choice.
"Now is somebody going to cut me out of this dress or do you all want to keep waiting," Audrey said.
Becky quickly started undoing the back of Audrey's dress until it was just loose enough for her to get her dress down as she went into the bathroom and began peeing loudly as the three women outside began whimpering.
"Okay, somebody do my dress now," Becky said as she hopped up and down.
"Why should you get to go next," Jill said.
"Well I was the one who got Audrey out of her dress, so the way I see it one of you should get me out of my dress now," Becky said as the three of them stared at each other.
"Okay we have to think of some fair way to do this, let's all draw straws or something like that," Gilda said as she hopped up and down.
"Does anybody have any straws," Jill said as she continued jumping up and down as the three of them stood there realizing that none of them had straws. Just then Audrey came out of the bathroom with a huge smile on her face.
The three women forgot about the straws and they all started lunging towards the bathroom, and Jill found that she had beat them all and closed the door behind them.
"First come first serve losers!" Jill said as she went to go sit down on the toilet before realizing the terrible truth.
"I think that somebody forgot that she needs her friends to get her out of her dress before she can sit down and use the toilet," Becky said.
Jill realized that she was right, this was a real bind she was in.
"I call penalty, Jill should be the last one to go," Gilda said.
"That's not fair," Jill shouted as she danced around inside of the bathroom.
"Hey you shafted us, so now that's the punishment," Becky said. "And if you are thinking we are joking let's see you try to get out of your dress by yourself. The longer you stay in there the longer it's going to take."
Jill was practically in tears, but she realized that her friends had her at their mercy, so she opened up the door to the bathroom and Becky practically knocked her down, getting into the bathroom and peeing loudly as Jill and Gilda stood outside of the bathroom door looking at each other uncomfortably but saying nothing.
It seemed as though Gilda had already had her dress undone by Becky, and she was just holding it in place until she could get into the bathroom.
"At least help me start getting my dress undone," Jill said as she arched her back and put her hands on her hips.
"After I go to the bathroom," Gilda said as Jill realized that she was holding her dress up. "I can't exactly hold up my dress and undo your dress at the same time now can I?"
As soon as Becky came out of the bathroom Gilda quickly went inside and began peeing loudly. Becky and Audrey quickly went in the other room, have already changed into jeans and T-shirts in the bathroom.
"Start helping me undo my dress," Jill said when all of a sudden there was a ringing at the doorbell.
"I guess I had better see who that is," Audrey said as she opened the door to see that her housemate Mark was there.
"Hey Audrey, I thought maybe I would come and see how things went at the formal event and everything," Mark said as Gilda came out of the bathroom now dressed in jeans and a T-shirt as well, as Jill stood there in her dress fidgeting nervously and running the fabric of her dress between her fingers.
"Hurry up and help me out of my dress," Jill said as soon as Gilda came out.
"But Jill you can't start getting out of your dress here, there is a guy here, but don't worry I think that he will leave shortly," Gilda said as she and Jill walked into the living room where they saw Mark.
"Well it seems like one of you is still all dolled up," Mark said looking at Jill, who simply waved nervously at him as he pressed her knees tightly together.
As Jill stood there, the only one still in her formal dress, still sewn into her formal dress like a prisoner, as all of her three friends were standing there in comfortable jeans and T-shirts, with comfortably empty bladders, she practically wanted to smack all of them across their faces right then and there.
"Hi Mark, it's nice to see you came home tonight and everything, but we were just sort of in the middle of something," Jill said, trying to do whatever she could do to get Mark out of there so that she could get undressed and finally relieve herself.
Jill had never been fond of Mark, but as Mark was making eye contact with her she saw a sinister smile forming across his face.
"Actually have you got a little while, I have some things that I think that we really need to discuss," Mark said.
"It's just that we were about to do something important –" Jill said as she pressed her knees tightly together.
"Don't be rude Jill," Audrey said looking in her direction and making eye contact with her as that same sinister smile appeared across her face. "Whatever it is that we were about to do, believe me it can wait."
Mark smiled. "Well that's good, because I think this is going to take a while."
And as Jill sat down on the couch with her three friends, sweating profusely in her skintight dress, as Mark went on and on about how he had had a fight with his boyfriend over the fact that he lost his job as a dress designer, she realized that it was going to be a very very long Easter, and she could only hope that three days from now after she had died of a burst bladder that she would resurrect from the dead and come back and smack all of her friends right across their faces. |
This story involves a young man on his first day in a new job being actively preventing from going to the bathroom and the consequences of that. His older female boss is rather controlling and firm!
The neurologist’s secretary
Jay walked confidently into the atrium of the modern hospital acceptance letter in hand and a small backpack on his back. Dressed in smart trousers, shirt, and tie he hoped to make a good impression on his first day.
“Good morning. My name is Jayden Tenny and I am here for the position of secretary to Dr. Ellis Hyndford, paediatric neurologist.”
“If you could wait here sir I’ll call that department and get someone to come down for you.”
Jay waited nervously looking around the atrium with its web of signs and shops with shutters down and cleaners buffeting floors. He’d been interviewed in another office building so wasn’t actually familiar with the huge city hospital at all. Finally someone approached him, shook his hand, and asked him to follow them. He was lead down a maze of corridors, up a stairway and down a carpeted shorter corridor to a small office.
“This is where you’ll be based. Dr Ellis-Hyndford should be with you shortly. I’m afraid I need to leave now but if you just wait here you’ll be fine. Oh would you like a tea or coffee though?”
Jay accepted a tea and was delighted when a few minutes later he was brought a proper mug with tea just how he requested: no sugar, just a splash of milk and brown enough to actually taste the flavour. He sat in the wheeled office chair facing the wedged open door looking at the computer in front of him and wondering if he should turn it on. Would someone train him he wondered? He sipped at his tea looking around the room waiting patiently when suddenly a tall, blond, intimidating older woman marched in.
“Thank God they finally got me a replacement secretary! What on earth? And you are?”
Jay reached out his hand to shake the female’s hand which she hadn’t even offered.
“I’m Jayden Tenny. I am here to fill the position of secretary to paediatric neurologist Dr. Ellis Hyndford. I am sorry if I am in the wrong office?”
“They sent me…a man? Oh come on! This is a joke right? I don’t have time for this nonsense today! Look, can you type? You know shorthand? You can answer a phone properly? I’ll deal with the board later on this but for now you’ll need to do! I have a clinic at 9am sharp and a huge backlog of emails. They gave you a log in did they?”
“Yes mam. I can assure you I can type well, I am skilled in shorthand and my telephone manner is excellent. Would you like me to answer it right now?”
“Of course I would! What did you think a secretary did? I can’t actually believe they expect me to work with a…man! This is madness! Answer that then just log on and email me downstairs when you can. My email address is on my card on the desk right there. I’ll forward the link to my voice memos for you to type up. I have GP’s, nurses and parents going mad for urgent replies and letters. Four months behind we are now! Four months! I can’t see this working but I need someone urgently so let’s see what you can do!”
As Jay picked up the ringing phone he watched the woman turn and storm out the room, his heart racing. He’d assumed Dr. Ellis Hyndford would be male for a start and that he’d be somewhat more welcoming and friendly too. She was, clearly, all female, fiery, sharp tongued and…well pretty fit looking for an older woman..but he absolutely wasn’t here for that! He blinked, turned away from the door, switched on the computer and used the log in on his letter to do what he’d been instructed. He could prove to the doctor he was every bit as good as any other secretary, if not better. By tomorrow she’d be delighted to have him he told himself as the website loaded and he searched how to send an email.
Before long Jay had familiarised himself with the website, received a pile of emails from the doctor, began typing up referrals and clinic notes and letters from the many voice memos the doctor had sent over and mastered answering calls quickly and efficiently at the same time. In fact he had an entire page of telephone memos already as he looked at his empty mug wishing he knew where he could make himself another cuppa. As if somehow reading his mind suddenly the lady from earlier walked past, looked in smiling, and asked if he wanted another tea.
“Yes please! Can I ask what I do with all these phone notes for the doctor too? Will she be back up for them?”
“Those all for Geraldine? She’s in clinic until lunch time then she usually pops up for lunch and she’ll get them then. Was it just milk you took?”
“There’s a few urgent ones asking her to call back today though?”
“She’ll get them later. Best not to interrupt her or get on her bad side. She goes through secretaries like I go through hot dinners! I give you a week at most! Actually less since she can’t stand men!”
Jay sat open mouthed as the girl walked away. What had he got himself into? A week at most? He couldn’t quit after such a short time. He needed the money far too much for starters and he wanted to prove to his mum that paying his college fees was worth the investment. He was determined to outlast everyone else by a long way. He set back to typing as the phone rang again and by the time he’d hung up the girl was walking in with another mug of tea.
It was almost 1pm when Dr Geraldine Ellis-Hyndford walked along the carpeted corridor in plain view of Jay. By then he had finished his second mug of tea, typed up more than 20 letters, had two full sheets of A4 paper of telephone notes for the doctor and he was tapping his foot eagerly looking forward to his lunch break and hopefully finding a loo.
“Excuse me, doctor Ellis-Hyndford? There’s some really urgent messages here for you.”
“Oh. Yes. I forgot about you! You got my emails ok? I’ll pop in to talk to you after lunch. You did bring lunch with you, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I wasn’t sure what the arrangements would be so I brought something with me and something to drink. Is there like a staff room we go to or something?”
“Staffroom? Oh you’re hilarious! Put the phone on answer machine for half an hour and then get back to it. I’ll pop by after I’ve had my break. Jeez…staffroom! God that’s so funny!”
“No problem. Could I maybe…”
But it was too late. The doctor had walked away and Jay was left on his own staring at the open door for the second time that day.
He got off his seat for the first time since arriving and headed to the door of the room which was wedged open and looked down the corridor in both directions. There was no sign of the doctor nor of the girl from earlier and hearing the phone ringing yet again Jay sighed and walked back to the desk. He tapped his foot whilst writing another note for his boss. He didn’t mind staying in the room to eat but he really needed to find a toilet soon before the doctor came to see him for her phone messages. Those mugs of tea had filled his bladder quicker than he expected.
After another check in the corridor and even a tentative quick explore up and down a few steps in each direction Jay decided he had better start eating so that he was finished in time for the neurologist returning. Surely someone might pass and he could ask them where the toilets were? However, by the time Jay had eaten his wrap and crisps and finished a bottle of water not one person had passed the room and his need to pee was increasing fast! With the door wide open he worried about openly holding himself or acting in any way unprofessional but as time crept on his legs were scissoring in and out frequently and his hand was pressed on his upper leg more and more. He was bursting for the loo and regretting those two teas from earlier!
Half an hour passed and Jay could hear yet another call going to voicemail so he let it end before retrieving the messages one by one and writing them all down, all the time swinging his legs and squirming on the wheeled office seat. He was just finishing writing the final one when he felt a shadow looming at the open door.
“So? You said I had some urgent messages?”
“Oh yes! Yes you do doctor! In fact quite a few! I wrote them all down for you and I have used a yellow highlighter to show the most urgent ones. There’s a patient on the children’s ward, wait I have it here, yes here it is. Ward 6B. An 8 year old with complex epilepsy and they want you to see her today. A Dr Maddox from Gillingham asked you to call him urgently about a patient, Samuel Brownlee, too. Then there was a parent calling asking for an urgent word with you about their son. They said his condition is deteriorating and you said to call right away if there were any changes apparently. I took their number. They are all here for you.”
Jay stood and handed the A4 papers to the doctor realising he was shaking a little in fear and bouncing in desperation too. He had to ask about access to a bathroom as soon as possible. Not only did his poor bladder have the contents now of two mugs of tea but now the bottle of water with his lunch was filling it even more!
“Right. I see. This is far from ideal though…what did you say your name was? Didn’t you think to write each of these separately? This is so..messy! Have you managed to type any of my voice memos out? Don’t tell me you made as much mess of those too?”
Jay turned the screen of the computer round to face the neurologist so she could see his current letter he was typing. He looked at the date.
“I’ve got up to…February the 9th? I’d have done a lot more if I hadn’t had to keep answering the…”
“Can’t you multitask? Oh of course you can’t! What was I thinking! You’re a male! For God’s sake can’t you even stand still?”
“I’m really sorry doctor! I haven’t stopped all morning and I was offered a couple of mugs of tea and…”
The neurologist looked at Jay suspiciously but curiously. Her eyes met his before she looked him up and down smirking.
“Ok. Ok. Maybe I should give you more of a chance. You do seem to be trying after all. So bring up the very first memo you typed up this morning and I’ll see how you have got on so far. Most of them need printed and signed anyway so I can correct anything before we do that. Wait here one minute and I’ll be right back!”
Jay couldn’t help giving his dick a quick squeeze as Dr Ellis-Hyndford walked briskly out of the room in her heeled shoes as he bent forwards and searched the computer for the first file he created hours previously. If the neurologist planned on going through each item he’d typed it was obvious they would be busy for quite some time but there was no way he could hold his bladder that much longer. Pushing his crotch against the solid desk he jumped and almost leaked as the tall intimidating doctor walked back in carrying another wheeled office chair.
“Now I am a VERY busy person. You do understand that? These files are of the utmost importance as they carry confidential information on the health of my patients and their treatment. A mistake can not just cost you your job but could cost a person their life. I do NOT accept mistakes. Not when it comes to my patients. So let me see the first one please.”
Jay nervously pulled up the first file he had typed up that morning still standing awkwardly, still absolutely dying for the toilet. As the doctor read over his typing meticulously Jay could feel his cheeks redden. So many of the technical terms were out of his comfort zone and this was only his second administration job since finishing college. Even more than that though he couldn’t properly stand still now and that fact embarrassed him so much, especially in front of his boss on his first day.
“Mmm. Better than I expected. I see you left the our reference and your reference parts blank and the patient hospital numbers. So here’s how you get those numbers. You click here for the your reference code. It’s just the date and my initials and then to access the patients hospital number you click here, complete their details, then copy and paste into this bit here. Are you getting this?”
“Yes. That looks easy enough. Actually doctor I know your time is valuable and you have a lot to do but would it be possible if I had a quick break for a few minutes? It’s just that…I’m really sorry but would it be ok if I just ran to the toilet before we get to the next one? I have been needing to go for ages.”
Dr Ellis-Hyndford turned and looked at Jay, abruptly staring over her glasses disdainfully .
“I beg your pardon? Do you think I have time for you to go anywhere? Oh for goodness sake would you answer that phone while I complete these references and patient numbers and get these printed. I don’t have time for this you know! Now answer that please!”
Jay turned to answer the phone acting as professional as possible despite feeling crippled with an urgent need to urinate.
“Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?”
Scribbling down the details Jay squirmed obviously as he slid the note towards the doctor. Clearly recognising the name she wrote back to tell him to pass the call through before she took the phone and proceeded to continue the call. Meanwhile Jay sat back in his seat wriggling around trying his hardest not to grab himself but failing miserably. He’d never felt so embarrassed in his life nor so absolutely desperate for the toilet. Frightened he might even have an accident he got up from the seat and paced around behind the Dr back and forth in front of the window bending forwards, dancing, squirming and squeezing himself more than he’d ever done in his life.
Still the doctor continued on with the call. Jay tried getting eye contact with her hoping she might even point to where the loos were but she just stared at him angrily scowling and clearly annoyed at his behaviour. Despite her clear disgust Jay was frantic as he rushed towards the open door cupping his crotch longing to find someone to show him to a bathroom. He looked back in the room at the doctor as he pointed to the left but she shook her head to communicate that wasn’t the way to the toilets. So he pointed right but she simply shook her head once more before suddenly standing up and abruptly kicking the door stop away and letting the door close over!
Jay was close to tears returning to his seat and kneading his crotch, urgently bent forwards and fidgeting like a little child.He couldn’t wait much longer no matter how much he tried! His poor dick was shaking and he could feel his bladder pulsing as spasm after spasm caused him to quietly moan and wriggle and bounce more than ever before. This was so embarrassing!
Finally Dr Ellis-Hyndford put the phone down and turned to face Jay.
“There’s a couple of mistakes in some of your reports. I don’t allow mistakes, as I said. I need the patient hospital numbers added in correctly and the references and all the mistakes corrected. Quickly! My time is in demand you know!”
“Yes mam, but first please may I be excused just a moment? I really do have to go to the bathroom rather urgently!”
“What! You’re just this minute finished your lunch break! In this job you see to your personal needs in your personal time NOT on my time! You understand?”
“But…but I haven’t been shown where they are so I couldn’t go during lunch and it really is an emergency mam!”
“Emergency? Have you any idea what that word even means? Brain tumours are an emergency! Increased intracranial pressure is an emergency! Prolonged epileptic seizures are an emergency…but a grown man with a little desire to get rid of waste liquid from his body is NOT an emergency by my standards. Now I need these files yesterday! Get typing!”
Jay shuffled closer to the computer his hand tightly grasping his dick for dear life. Whatever his boss thought this most definitely WAS an emergency to him and any second now his poor aching bladder would surely explode everywhere! The overbearing neurologist stared at him intently as he couldn’t help leaning forwards and gasping as another bladder spasm hit.
“And you can sit properly while you’re at it! Slouching like that is bad for your back!”:
Jay did his best to sit more upright tensing his back and thighs as much as possible as he copied and pasted the next hospital number into the report. Meanwhile the doctor stood staring at him smirking, almost laughing at his predicament. Jay could feel his face redden more and hear his own heart thumping as he used a hand to grip the office table as hard as possible. It was too much though and when the phone rang yet again making him lose concentration and jump he could feel the tip of his penis swell and moisten. The familiar surge of warmth zooming fast up his urethra told him in no uncertain terms what was about to happen and even with a writhe on the seat and almost standing to try and stop it it was too late as a large trickle of warm liquid leaked out of his weary penis into his clean boxers and smart trousers.
“Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?”, Jay said breathlessly as more warmth spread between his legs and down his thigh.
“Hi, This is Dr Maddox from Gillingham general practice. Would it be possible to speak to Dr Ellis-Hyndford as a matter of urgency?”
“Please hold on and I will see if she’s available for you.”
Jay looked the neurologist right in the eye as he stood up to hand the receiver over to her as tears nipped his eyes and pee poured out from his throbbing dick. Despite her bullying, harshness and abruptness there was a spark in the corner of her eye he couldn’t quite decipher in his utter humiliation. Had she actually enjoyed seeing him so desperate and begging to use the toilet? Was this some sort of control game she got a thrill from? As he stood there in warm drenched suit trousers so many thoughts consumed him.
So was this why no secretary lasted longer than a week here and why did this esteemed in demand neurologist hate men so much? He was determined that however much strength and determination it took he’d stay exactly where he was long enough to find out more. Tomorrow he’d just make sure to have another pair of trousers in his bag just in case. |
It's a slow beginning but I'm hoping to build it into a bigger story with multiple chapters, so I had to do a bit of a set-up first. Do suggets changes or improvment.
"An exciting opertunity has just come up." Sgt. Jeffords adressed the squad gathered in the briefing room.
"A interagency manhunt needs people to man a survailance of a dropspot. Is anyone interrested?"
Amy's hand had shot up the second Interagency had been uttered. Any oppertunity to add to her already impressiv resume would be welcomed and she had wanted to improve her stakeout skills for some time.
"Amy you know how highly the Captain and Myself think of you and your ability as a detective. But this might be a job more suited for a male detective." Sgt Jeffords explained.
"The hell's that supposed to mean?" Rosa spoke from the back.
"Amy can do the job of everyone here twice over"
Never had Amy seen a person walk into a new job and get away with the things Rosa did. At this moment she had her legs on the desk she was sitting at. Amy had not really gotten the chance to talk to this new hire, as Rosa had only been at the 99 for a few weeks and didn't seem like the kind of person who enjoyed small talk.
Still, Amy had suddently gotten a lot of new respect for her colleage. Women cops and especially detective were few and far between. It was nice to know someone had her back.
"Yeah, I can do as good a job as anyone here" Amy found herself spured on by Rosa and decided to openly question her superiors decision. Something that she would have never considered before.
"Yeah!" Charles jumped to the oppertunity the cheer something.
"It's not a matter of your ability" Jeffords franticly tried to explain himself as to not appear to believe his female detectives weren't just as capable as the males of the 99th disctrict.
"Jeffords, Amy and I are going to do this and we are going to crush it" Rosa's intensity made it perfectly clear there wasn't any reason to argue but Terry wanted to at least explain his position.
"Alright it's yours. But the survailance sit is upstate, pretty deep inside a national park -without facilities. I'll give you a more detailed brief. Everyone else is dismissed" Jeffords got grabbed a few papers from his stack and went to grab a whiteboard while the briefing room emptied.
Amy had suddently become unsure that she had made the right decision. It would be a fantastic oppertunity and she wanted to show everyone that Rosa had been right - she could do everything the other detectives and officers could. Excempt what might come in real handy on a stake-out in a big forrest. Pee outside just as easy as inside.
"Good luck, Santiago" Peralta teased on his way out of the room followed up by Charles's
"Woooo, girl power!"
"What was that about?" Rosa put a hand on Amy's shoulder.
"Oh that's just Charles. He loves to cheer." Amy said turning to her new partner.
"I've noticed. But what did Jake mean?"
"Oh nothing he's just a bit of an jokester"
Rosa's grumble didn't sound to convinced but Jeffords interrupted any chance she had to dig into what ever Amy was hiding.
"Before we begin, do you understand why I say what I say? I don't want any of you to believe in anyway I don't think as highly of you two, as I do of anyone else here. Higher usually." Jeffords had taken a seat across the table from Amy.
"I know Terry" Amy assured him. She didn't want there to be any bad feelings between them as he was the best sergant she had been assigned to in her time with the NYPD.
"But that doesn't mean you should assume not having facilities is anymore of an obsticle for us than the guys here" Rosa needed to make sure she hadn't once again been dropped somewhere to be a pretty face in the office. That wasn't why she became a detective.
"And that's on me. To be honest, I wanted to pick you two specefically for this but I didn't want to throw you into a forrest alone if you weren't comfortable with it." Jeffords stod and walked over to the whiteboard.
"Shall we get started?"
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Besides the location it was a very normal stake-out. Local police had caught a mule who gave up a drop spot used by a gang of drugtrafficers. Rosa and Amy had to man a small camp setup by parkrangers overlooking the shelters and report any coming and goings.
Next team would relieve them after 2 days. They would drive up friday morning, relieve the previous team at 2pm and get relieved sunday at 2pm.
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Friday morning
Amy went through the notes about the mission again while she drank her coffee. She never really drank coffee in the morning but she had a feeling she was going to need it today. Because she normally woke early it had only been 30 minutes less sleep she had gotten but they defiently made a difference.
She glanced over to the packed bags by her door. It wasn't long until she had to head out the door to the precinct to meet up with Rosa and hit the road. She couldn't let go of the feeling that she had forgotten to pack something, but she had spent most of thursday packing and planning what to pack and then repacking. She had a couple diapers left from tests in the academy but she coudn't possibly bring them. It's not like she could use them without Rosa's knowledge. They had been in and out of her bag multiple times, ending up out of them. She dismissed the concern, putting it down to nerves about the mission and working close to a new partner.
If only she could coordinate with Rosa, but she didn't have her phone number. Or knew where she lived, or anything about her really. Amy had tried to get Rosa's number at the precinct during the week but she never seemed to have any luck on that front. Amy made a mental note to get it on their way to the park.
Amy was ripped out of her thoughts as there was a knock at her door. Opening her door she was surprised to see Rosa at the other side.
"Sup?" Rosa's sunglasses met Amy's eyes in the low morning sun.
"Rosa? What are you doing here so early?"
"Ready?" Rosa held up a keyring with the department insigna, meaning she already had been to the presinct to check out a car.
"Wanted to get a headstart, get to the camp early to get some info from the guys before us."
"How did you know I was going to even be dressed?" Amy felt out of her element suddently having her morning routine obrubtly distrurbed.
"Deal was to meet at the prescinct in 45 minutes. Everytime Peralta is late you remark how you get up earlier to miss morning traffic. Figured you were planning to leave in about 10 minutes time."
"Oh. 5 minutes actually. I just need to finish my coffee and run to the bathroom and we can hit the road." Amy felt read like a book, but at least she knew Rosa was talented.
"Perfect. I prefer to only stop for gas. I'll throw your bags into the car" Rosa said stepping into the apartment.
Amy felt that the "prefer" was mostly a coutisy because Rosa hadn't been at the department for longer.
Amy finish the last of her coffee and went to the bathroom, making sure to enjoy to running water and actual toilet a bit more than normal.
As she washed her hands a stray though found a home and she opened the cabnet under the sink and felt her heart sink as she noticed the diapers weren't sitting in the back waiting the next written exam. She must have ended up putting them in one of the bags. She hadn't forgotten to pack something, she had forgotten to unpack something!
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The car ride had been quite so far. They had been driving for about an hour or so and mostly the only sounds had been the gps and Amy's playlist on the car stereo. Amy had actually enjoyed the silence as she was used to sitting in silence listening to music on her trainride to and from work. But today wasn't at chill as her normal commute, as Amy had also tried to gauge Rosa's thoughts from her face. Both about her playlist and whether or not it "Blew ass" as Rosa had asked before handing Amy the AUX, but also whether had any reservations about the mission.
"I need to ask you something." Rosa broke the silence.
"Shoot" Amy were surprised she wasn't going to be the one to speak first. She felt more in control again after this morning.
"What was Jake refering to?"
"Oh" As suddently as she had gain control as suddently she had lost it again.
"It's nothing, just a joke"
"Hey Amy, we're partners on this, we need to trust eachother."
Amy really didn't particularly wanted to relive the moment but Amy could she the idea of sharing stories on the way to the National park.
"I missed out on a pursuit because I had to pee. We had been sitting outside a house for hours and I just had to pee. So I stepped out of the car to find a restroom. Perp showed up 2 minutes later. Just bad luck!" Amy tried to laugh it off but she couldn't help but feel her bladder sometimes worked against her.
"HA!" Rosa's outburst almost starteled Amy.
"Don't sweat it Amy. Don't get me wrong but how much good were you going to do if you had stayed?"
Amy had to agree with Rosa. She wasn't going to be any help in a chase if she was bursting.
"Besides Jake once lost a guy because he hadn't tied his shoes right. Came undone while he was running and next thing he saw was the ground." Amy couldn't recall seeing Rosa laugh before.
The next hour or so went by quickly as the detectives shared stories of solved cases, crazy crimes and bad superiors. Rosa had gotten a couple of drinks and snacks packed that they had started dipping into as the miles flew by.
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"If you see any gas stations coming up, let me know. We need to fill it soon and we should probably switch drivers."
Rosa's word were perfectly timed as the last of the coffee and the drinks in the car were catching up to Amy.
"I'll be on the lookout. I have to run to the bathroom as well" Amy said hoping Rosa wasn't going to think it was to soon to have to pee again.
"Yeah why not" Rosa nodded, much to Amy's delight and surprise.
A Gas station bathroom was probably still better than what was to come the next couple of days, and if Amy could get through the drives, to and from the camp, without forcing Rosa to stop more than necesarry she was it would help their friendship.
"7 miles" Amy said noticing a sign at the side of the highway.
"DAMMIT" Rosa exclaimed as the traffic in front of them suddently slowed down to a crawl.
"Ough! Well I guess it's going to be a slow 7 miles." Amy's words were just as much an attempt to ease her self as Rosa.
"Yup"
The silence once again fell over the car. Nothing could accelerate Amy's need than knowing a bathroom was close but still out of reach, but she was going to make it to that gas station.
If she could. It felt like the cars around them wasn't even moving anymore. She was wondering if there was anyway she could help herself hold on without being to obvius. She wanted to put a hand in her crotch but settled on just crossing her legs tight. Amy had to find someway to focus her mind on something other than her bladder.
"So, what have you packed by the way?" She enquired hoping some conversation would distract her.
"Usual stuff for being outdoors, knife, lantern, rope, extra socks" Rosa sighed adjusting in her seat.
"Oh I should have gotten a lantern" Amy tried to keep her mind on the conversation.
"One's enough. That it?"
Amy looked outside and saw a very welcome sight as the gas station came into view around a bend in the road. Unfortunatly it was still a mile or two down the road. She kept having to keep herself from grabbing her crotch.
"Yes it has to be!" Amy said excited.
"Would you mind if I just run to the bathroom when we get there? I'm getting kind of desperat?" Amy admitted shifting in her seat.
Rosa looked at Amy and back to the gas station. Amy noticed her free leg bouncing up and down.
"I was thinking we park and go to the bathroom before we fill up" Rosa said.
"If they have any left" Amy noticed how many cars were turning of the highway at the station.
"Frees up the highway, we can take the next one." Rosa was starting to fidget more and more.
"Honestly Rosa, we have no idea when that is! I really have to pee!" Amy said finally giving into putting her hands between her legs.
Rosa had definetly noticed Amy's hand because a moment later she had a hand between hers as well.
"But can you wait for god knows how many other women in line?"
Rosa's voice cracked just enough for Amy to notice. She had been so preocupied with how badly she needed to pee she hadn't noticed Rosa was pretty desperate as well. A hunch hit her and to satisfy her curiosity she tried to catch a glimpse of the fuel gage, but she couldn't get an angle.
"Didn't we have to get fuel as well? We need to stop at a gasstation"
Amy didn't really know what answer she hoped for. If they really needed gas she could hopefully get Rosa to stop here but if it was just a excuse so Rosa could go pee, she might be more desperate than Amy! If that was possible.
"The gas can wait. But I don't think we can" Rosa finally saw an opening for the gas station and raced up the offramp.
"Where can we park?" she hissed to noone in particular.
"There!" Amy exclaimed as she noticed a car had just backed out of a spot and Rosa threw the car into the space.
Amy really didn't want to move her hands from their place between her thighs but she had to open the door and she was out of the car before Rosa had killed the engine. She quickly found the building housing the bathrooms and Amy almost squeled in delight when she couldn't see any line outside the door with women painted on.
"Come on!" She said to Rosa and walked as fast as she could in the direction of the bathroom. She wanted to run. She wanted to run so badly but she wanted more to hang onto a shred of dignity and besides moving her legs quicker would only result in her losing it. She just had to hold on a few moments more but to hell with dignity, she once again burried a hand in her crotch and pushed open the door with the other hand.
"How long is this going to be?!"
The woman at the front of the line asked desperatly as she knocked on one of the closed stall doors. 8 women in line. All from the traffic jam. All with hands between their legs or doing the potty dance. The realisation stunned Amy. There was no way she was going to make it! How could this happen! She couldn't start this mission of by peeing her pants like a child!
Amy was ripped back to reality as she felt a couple drops escape her. She had to act now! And no way she was going to cut in line. She had to come up with something else. She turned to Rosa to ask for help only to find no-one behind her.
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Rosa couldn't believe how desperat she had become. It had been a long time since she had needed to pee so bad! All because she didn't pee at Amy's. So much pride and look where that got her, about to pee herself in a gas station parking lot after holding herself in front of Amy like some todler.
Still could be worse. Amy had decided against listening to her about the line in the bathrooms and Rosa wasn't going to make that mistake. She had noticed a grouping of bushes and trees not to far from the car and that was a much better solution. Even if it was technically illegal.
As Amy waddled to the bathroom, she potty danced on the spot and locked the car. When the lock clicked she quickly glansed around. Luckily there wasn't a person in sight and she could undo her belt buckle, releasing much of the pressure from her bladder. The black leather pants she had worn had one major fault. The belt buckle ended up directly on her bladder and it would usually be one of the first things she did when she had to pee, but in the car there simply hadn't been a way to do it. This time however she was so desperate that even than wasn't enough that she didn't feel the need to keep one hand in her crotch for extra support.
The bushes weren't far away but it felt long as Rosa hurried out of sight. As she reached the bushes she knew it was now or never. A couple of drops had already escaped and the first small opening had to be privat enough as Rosa jump into her green hiding spot and pulled her pants and panties down. She had almost forgotten how good it felt to pee when one had become so desperate, and had to strain to keep from sighing in relief. After all she still had to be on the lookout to make sure she wasn't spottet. From her hiding spot she spottet Amy exiting the restrooms way quicker than she expected. Maybe she'd been wrong about the lengh of the line.
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There was only one option left for Amy. She had at most a couple of minutes before her bladder completly gave out and she would spent the rest of the day soaked. She really didn't want to use this option but desperat times call for desperat means.
She turned back out the door and looked around. A few meters down the building she saw her saving grace. The door with men written along. Leaks be damned now she had to run.
As her free hand reach the handle she pressed the other one in to her crotch harder as she could feel dampness starting to appear. Even still she had to take a deep breath before she opened the door.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry" She repeated as she ran by 2 very confused men at the urinal trying to cover her eyes and still find an open stall. She kicked open the stall door and even before she had completly pulled down her pants completly the floodgate opened. She threw herself on the toilet and couldn't help but sigh deeply as her bladder emptied.
The redness on her checks was however spreading very quickly. Firstly Rosa had witnessed her way more desperat than she was comfortable with, secondly she had had to run through a occupied mensroom on the verge of peeing herself and thirdly she hadden't gotten a hold of her panties when she removed her pants. As it were she was now wearing completly soaked through panties and her pants had a fairly sizeble wet patch right between the legs.
Amy wanted the earth to open up and swallow her right then and there. And when what was clearly a mans hand reached in and closed the still open stall door, she was ready to dig the hole herself. |
As Amy's flood turned to a stream and then a trickle, she gathered her thoughts and dried herself off. Firstly she had to figure out what to do about her soaked panties. The stall didn't have a trashcan and in her panic she hadn't grabbed her bag or anything from the car. She would either have to wear them under her pants therefore risk them soaking through the fabric of her pants and spend the rest of the day in soaked underwear, leave them in some mens room at a highway gas station or walk out of the stall and all the way to the car with holding it in her hand.
Or perhaps there was another option. Amy undid her shoelaces and kicked of her shoes so she could stand bare feet on top of them. No way she would touch that floor if she could help it. Luckily a lot of physical training made her balance so good she could alternate between standing on one leg and remove her pants and then afterward remove her panties.
She had one last look at what had been one of her favorite pairs of underwear and then threw them into the toilet bowl, hoping and praying to everything that when she flushed, the evidence would disappear. While she'd been completing her acrobatics, Amy had heard the faucets turn on and door open twice, maybe her luck had turned just enough that she wouldn't have to face anyone on the other side of the stall. With her shoes back on Amy steeled herself and flushed the toilet and watched everything dissapear with a wirl.
"Thanks bad guys" Amy whispered before quickly heading out of the stall.
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Rosa inspected what she could see of the pink underwear and found to her delight there barely was a wet spot. She prided herself on her ability to control her body and was pleased it had mostly held.
She pulled her pants and panties back up and looked around to see if anyone would notice her exiting her hiding place. The only person in the area was a girl who Rosa suspected had been stuck in the same traffic jam as Amy and herself. The girl had a hand between her legs and was frantically looking around while she stepped from one leg to the other.
"Psst!" Rosa said and stepped out from her hiding spot.
The girl froze and turned her head to Rosa.
"In here" Rosa directed the girl.
"Oh my god thank you so much" the girl exclaimed as she stepped past Rosa.
Rosa closed her belt buckle and started to walk back towards the car when the familiar hiss started behind her.
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When Amy returned to the car, Rosa was leaning against the boot waiting for her.
"Where did you go?" Amy enquired as she was sure Rosa couldn't still be holding on.
"Bushes" Rosa nodded in the direction some bushes and trees were a girl came into view.
"Told you bathrooms were a bad idea"
"But public urination is a crime!" Amy knew most people wouldn't care at all but it was the principle of it that Amy had trouble with.
"Isn't it also technically against the law to use a differently gendered bathroom?"
Rosa had a point but Amy didn't really want to admit it. She also had to contend with the fact Rosa had seen her rush into the mensroom.
"Should we get going?" Amy asked to change the subject.
"I'm hungry, let's grab some food and fill up first" Rosa said and handed Amy the car keys.
"And we're still swapping right?"
Amy grabbed the keys and they headed off to get some early lunch.
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The small food court of the gas station was surprisingly empty. Amy had to assume most of the people who had left the highway had done so to use the bathroom and not much else. The detectives quickly found what they wanted and sat down in a booth.
"So do you have any thoughts on the mission?" Amy said between bites.
"Catch the bad guys. Kick ass."
"I was thinking we probably should switch between who stays awake during the night, do you want the first or second night?"
"Isn't the park closed during the night?" Rosa enquired. "Do you think our guy would risk being suspicious by sneaking in at night when he could walk right in during the day?"
"True but shouldn't we account for all possiblities"
"We'll make those decisions when we get to the camp and can see everything for us self"
"Come on Rosa, we might as well plan a bit while we eat" Amy pleaded. Rosa though for a second before nodding.
"I'll take second night" Rosa put down her fork and looked at Amy.
"Isn't it still considered public urination in a national park?"
"What?" Amy was sure she had misheard Rosa.
"Just accounting for all possiblities - how are you going to pee outside at the camp?"
"You're right. We'll deal with somethings when we get there" Amy said trying - and failing - not to blush a bit.
"Ha!" Rosa exclaimed and shook her head.
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They finished up their lunch and bought a few snacks for the rest of the drive before leaving the food court. As they walked past the door signed Women, Rosa slowed her step.
"Should we?"
Amy looked at her then at the door.
"Yeah probably"
She opened the door and found an empty bathroom on the other side.
"Typical" Amy sighed
"Probably means the traffic's cleared up at least" Rosa concluded as they both noticed they big yellow sign left on the floor.
Wet floor
The detectives looked at each other and then they burst out laughing. They regained composure and burst out laugh a couple of times before they finally were able to do what they came to do.
As Amy pulled down her pants she was reminded how close she had been to become the reason for another yellow sign. Between the lunch and laughing fit she had completly forgotten the fate of her panties. Luckily Rosa was in another stall and were none the wiser.
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Back on the road the silence was back but it was much less awkward than earlier that morning. Amy had gone through at lot of miles and they were soon going to be at the ranger station they were supposed to check in at and leave their car before getting a lift to the campsite. Amy however was much more focused on her crotch as every movement of her legs had made the seams in her jeans saw into her skin without the layer of fabric from her panties. She had apparently been fidgeting to find a more comfortable way to sit as Rosa broke the silence.
"Hey Amy, do you need to pee?"
"What?" Amy hadn't really been paying attention.
"You're fidgeting"
"Oh sorry" Amy raced to make up some excuse.
"I think I'm just ready to get out of the car I guess"
"Me to" Rosa nodded.
"I'm used to feeling the air when driving"
"Huh?"
"I ride motorcycles"
"Ohh, yeah I couldn't do that. I'd be way to scared to crash and get injured" Amy welcomed the distraction.
"It's just a matter of confidence - bike knows if you're hesitating."
Amy nodded unsure about how much a bike could actually tell about your mental state.
"Like this assignment." Rosa turned to Amy looking even more serious than normal.
"Would you have fought for this without me there? You're better than anyone else in the department Amy. But you're second guessing yourself and your abilities."
Amy was stunned. She desperately wanted to tell Rosa how wrong she was and that she would have gotten this assignment by herself, but she knew it wasn't the true. She knew she was a great detective and she was nailing every report and had one of the highest solve-rate in the department. Still she be more assertive and confident in herself.
"I probably wouldn't have" Amy sighed.
"but not because I'm not as good a detective."
Rosa lifted an eyebrow but stayed quiet inviting Amy to continue.
"I've never actually learn to..." Amy struggled to find the words.
"Pee. Outside. You know?"
There was a moment of silence as Amy looked over to Rosa trying to gauge her reaction.
"Ha! We are going to have an interesting weekend!" Rosa laughed, and after a couple moments Amy started to laugh as well. |
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