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Amy pulled the car up to the Ranger station and the detectives stepped out into the fresh air of the forrest.  "I'll grab our bags if you head inside and check us in" Amy said across the roof of the car. "Sure" Rosa said and walked up the wooden stairs and headed inside. Amy opened the boot of the car and started unloading bags. As soon as Rosa was out of view she opened her bag, and looked at the diapers staring back at her. She pushed them out of the way  and digged around for a pair of panties. When she found a couple she threw them in her backpack and closed her bag up again. ------- In the cabin Rosa found a few desks, a small kitchen in a corner of the room next to a table where the rangers ate and a small tv on a shelf overlooking the office/breakroom. "Can I help you?" a shrill voice met her from the female ranger sitting at a computer. "Detectives Diaz and Santiago. We are the next shift on the stake-out." Rosa stepped over to the desk and showed her badge to the ranger. "Oh the big city girl coming up here to do our job?" The ranger found a handheld radio in a drawer. "I'll get you a ride to the camp."  Rosa was taken aback by the hostililty in her voice and didn't have a chance to speak before the ranger was already busy with the radio.  Instead she walked over to the table and leaned against it until Amy came through the door with some of their bags slung over her shoulders and the rest in her hands. Rosa put out her arms to help Amy off with a couple of the bags in her hands.  "Thank you" She stammered out from underneath the mountain of bags. They placed the bags in a pile by the table and Amy massaged her shoulder.  "Guess it was a bit optimistic" Amy laughed "A bit" Rosa said looking at all the bags. She then nodded towards the ranger behind the computer "Don't think we're really welcome here." "What's up?" "She believes we're a couple of big city detectives here to show them how it's done." Rosa rolled her eyes. "I'll try talking to her" Amy said and walked over to the desk.  "Hey I just wanted to say hello. We're really happy to be here" "Doubt you'll feel like that after a couple days of being outside"  "I'm sure we'll be just fine. Just happy to help." Amy continued in a chipper tone. "And I'm happy to get you out into the forrest. I'm already on the radio to get someone to pick you up so if you'd leave me to it."  "Thank you. And I promise you we aren't here to show you anything. We just want to lent a helping hand." Amy tried. "Good luck. I doubt you two city girls realise what you're going to be in for camping out in the woods." The ranger snarked and keyed up the radio. Rosa put a hand on Amy's shoulder and motioned for them to take a seat at the table. They weren't here to make friends or change the mind of other departments personal. They place their bags by the table and took a seat while the ranger was busy with the radio. "They'll come get you in 15 minutes" The ranger said and immediatly returned to her computer to make sure Amy and Rosa knew she wasn't inviting them to chat.  "I'll call the sergant and tell him we're here. Not sure how the service is further into the forrest." Amy said and stepped out of the ranger station.  Rosa decided she might as well go to the bathroom one last time before they get to the camp and walked over to the female ranger. "You got a bathroom here?" "Oh honey if you need that you're even more out of your depth than I though." The ranger said without looking up from her computer. "I can handle myself out there, but why the hell not use it when we're waiting 15 minutes."  "Ain't happening princess."  Rosa took a deep breath. She wanted to cuss out the ranger and make her understand that they were on the same side. But She knew it wasn't going to help anything. She might as well sit back down and wait until their ride got there.  Amy came back in not long after.  Alright we're all set, how long til they get here?" "Around 10 or so minutes." Rosa said when the ranger's stilness made it clear she was going to ignore them until they left.  "Great. I'll just use the bathroom quickly" Amy said and grabbed her backpack. "Nuh-uh" The ranger shook her head from the desk. Amy looked to Rosa quizzically. Rosa rolled her eyes and shrugged. Amy sat back down and the 3 women waited in silence until they heard the rumble of a car engine.  "Guess that's them" Amy said and got up. "Yeah must be" Rosa grabbed her bags and they stepped outside where a pickup truck with the park logo painted on the side pulled up. The window rolled down and a ranger greeted them with a smile. "You two the detectives from brooklyn?" The man behind the wheel asked. "Yes are you our ride?" Amy asked hoping he was just going into the station and were more lenient with bathroom access. She didn't have to pee to bad but she had hoped to use the privacy to put some panties back on without Rosa knowing. "Yes Ma'm" The ranger said and got out, extending a hand to Amy and then Rosa.  "Ranger Christianson at your service" The detectives shook his hand and loaded their bags and then themselfs into the pickup truck. Rosa had taken the back seat while Amy rode up front. She didn't have to pee too bad yet but she was unsure how far they had to drive and the privacy of the backseat allowed her to cross her legs if necesarry. Soon they were on their way deeper into the forrest. "Hope Rose didn't give you to much trouble?" Ranger Christianson asked "Not to bad" Amy assured "I apologize for her. She have some deepseated grudge against anyone from cities bigger than a couple thousand people. Luckily you won't have to deal with her any more during your stay. It will most likely be me or one of my colleages who patrol in the forrest." "Oh we were under the impression that we would be all alone?" Amy perked up. "Mostly yes but we'll do a check in the morning and in the evning - bring you supplies and anything else you might need. you can just radio in a couple hours before and we'll do our best" "Thank you! It's nice to know we have some backup who knows the woods more than we do." Amy smiled at the ranger and Rosa couldn't help but wonder if she found him cute. Or maybe she was imagining it, trying to find a distraction. The bumpy dirt roads hadn't been kind to her bladder and she already had to cross her legs. "How far is the camp?" Rosa asked from the back. "About 20 minutes. You good back there?" "Yeah just wondering" Rosa turned her attention to the beauty of the forrest they were driving through.  -------- Sitting in the passenger seat was much better for Amy, not needing to use any pedals had kept her jeans from sawing into her crotch but as the pain subsided she had needed to pee more and more. Fairly quickly into the ride it had already become quite concerning so she had probaly needed to pee for some time but haven't felt it Ranger christianson had been pointing out interresting sites and telling stories about the forrest as he drove and Amy dared to cross her legs hoping he'd be to distracted to notice and adjusted her seatbelt away from her bladder. "We were told there weren't any facilities by the camp, do you know if there is any we could walk to?" Amy interrupted the ranger who had been talking about the difference between two trees they had passed but Amy hadn't been listening. "Oh no unfortunetly there aren't any at the camp, there are a first aid station a bit more than a mile from the camp but if you get injured, just key up the radio and we'll be there" The ranger assured.  "I was thinking more - " Amy hesitated a bit trying to find the words but Rosa interrupted. "She was wondering if there were any toilets close by?"  Amy looked back and saw Rosa quickly remove a hand from her crotch but she kept her legs crossed tightly. She obviously also had to pee quite bad.  "Oh ehm" The ranger suddently seemed uncomforable.  "Unfortunatly not. We had tried to communicate that who ever took this assignment had to be comfortable with using nature, but I apologise if that wasn't clear." "No no we have no problem with that." Amy said to assure herself as much as the ranger. "We just hoped we might be lucky" "No unfortunatly, but the camp is quite isolated so you'll have more than enough privacy." This wasn't much encouragment for Amy has she still had to figure out how to pee outside, and she was getting quite desperate. She glansed back to Rosa and cursed herself for taking the front seat. Rosa had her hand deeply burried in her crotch and Amy really wanted to mirror her but there was simply no way to do so discreetly.  --------- Rosa was fidgeting as much as she possibly could without the ranger noticing. She didn't really care about Amy, she had already seen her need to pee once today and she had definetly noticed her hand earlier. But more bumps had done their work and now she had to hold herself with both hands and bounce her legs up and down, it was only a matter of time before she had to say he needed to stop.  "Here we are" The words were angelic to Rosa and as the truck rolled to a stop she undid her seatbelt and jumped out. Standing up eased a bit of her pressure but she still stood cross legged. "Hello" A roughlooking man waved to them from a small clearing with 2 tents and a fireplace. The ranger stepped out of the truck and waved back.  "Alright lets get you two unloaded and the boys back to civilation" He said and started to unload bags from the truck. "I'll be right back" Rosa said and turned towards the forrest. She was so incredibly close to the bushes that would grant her relief when a man called out to her. "Hey just want to give you a status while my partner loads up our stuff." Another fairly rough-looking man came over to her and extended a hand.  "Deputy Clayton and my partner is deputy Hanstead. Local sheriffs" Rosa looked to the forrest and crossed her legs tighter before grabbing his hand and shaking it. "Detectives Diaz and Santiago, NYPD." "It's been quite down there while we've been here. They might have switched to a different drop-spot." Deputy Clayton explained while he pointed out the drop spot. It was a small picknic area in the shadow of the cliffside with their stakeout camp at the top. "How you've been assigning nighttimes?" Rosa asked tried to sound proffesional. "We haven't been? The park's closed at night time."  "Alright anything else we need to know?" Rosa speed through the interaction as she could feel small leaks escaping her. --------- Amy steeled herself before she got out of the truck. Rosa had shoot out as soon as they came close to a stop and Ranger Christianson had defiently noticed. She didn't want to him to think she was desperate to pee, she had to be discreet even if Rosa wasn't.  She cursed that decision as the ranger spoke up from the back of the truck. "Would you help unload your bags? I think your partner is doing the debrief of the guys." Amy looked up and saw a very crosslegged Rosa, talking to one of the guys from the previus team, next to the edge of the forrest.  "Sure" Amy figured the quicker they unloaded, the quicker the men would leave and they could pee in private. Unloading the bags and carrying them over to the tents wasn't easy with a full bladder. Unlike Rosa she had no way of crossing her legs or generally helping her body hold in the flood but after much work and quite a bit of leaking, their bags was laying at the campfire and the deputies was loaded and ready to leave. Amy walked over to Rosa and the deputy she was talking to. "You're all set" She said and crossed her legs copying Rosa's stand. "Perfect I think we're done as well" Deputy Clayton said and shook the detectives hands before joining the others in the truck.  "I HAVE to pee SO fucking bad" Amy wimpered as soon as the last door was closed. "Same" Rosa nodded as they waved to the truck. Soon the truck disappeared behind the surrounding trees. "Oh my god" Amy jammed her hands in her crotch and potty-danced on the spot. Rosa quickly removed her pants and panties and squatted moments before her drips turned to flood and a loud hiss sorrunded the detectives.  "Not Fair" Amy cried as Rosa sighed contend. "Oh no! no no no no no no" Amy could no longer hold back the flood and she looked down as her jeans started to darken. Her muscles had nothing more to give and she was powerless to resist her bladder anymore. As warmth spread down her legs and her swollen bladder finally began shrinking to normal size she couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of relief. Until Rosa's voice pulled her back down to earth. "Damn".
The campsite was quiet. The detectives hadn't spoken at all since arriving. Amy had retreated into one of the tents, as soon as her bladder was empty. Rosa had not known what to do or how to approach her partner, so she had focused on practical needs. She had gathered Amy's bags outside her tent and brought her own bags into the other tent. Rosa then rummaged through her bag until she found a rope that she could hang between two trees standing at the edge of the clearing. After securing the rope she returned to the clearing and noticed that some of Amy's bags weren't outside the silent tent anymore. Confident that she would have noticed anyone sneaking up on the camp, Rosa concluded that Amy probably had heard her placing the bags by her tent and grabbed them. Rosa decided to get some work done and got a camping chair out from her tent. She grabbed her binoculars and a bottle of water and looked over at Amy's tent.  "I'm going to watch the drop-spot. So I'll be... looking the other way." Rosa hurried over to the edge of the overlook. Normally she enjoyed silence and this was more than she had expected partnering with Amy but this time Rosa really hoped Amy would talk to her soon.  -------- Amy was really grateful when Rosa had brought her bags over to her tent. Firstly she was glad to be able to put some pants and underwear on again, as she had removed her drenched pants as soon as she entered the tent, but secondly she was incredibly thirsty. She hadn't drunk anything in a while, the tents were really hot and she felt like she had lost all the liquid in her body, as all she had done inside the tent was cry as silently as possible.  She quickly found a bottle of water in her bag. It had been some time since it had been anywhere near cool, but right now Amy couldn't handle leaving the tent. She settled for warm water and wondered what she was going to do.  She couldn't imagine what Rosa thought of her. Peeing her pants like a little girl. How was she ever going to respect Amy again - and what if she told anyone in the department about it. Amy felt the tears start running down her cheeks again and laid her back down on the ground. She didn't know how long she'd been laying there when Rosa told her she was going to watch the drop-spot, but that shook Amy out of her downward spiral. They did still have a job to do, and the only thing she could do now was completing that job.  Amy got up and wiped the tears off her face. She looked at her pants, still darker blue around the crotch and damp. They had to dry in the sun, but hopefully she could find somewhere private. No need to remind neither Rosa or herself about what happened.  -------- Rosa heard the zipper to Amy's tent being opened. She reflectively wanted to look over but caught herself. She wanted to give Amy the privacy she obviously needed.  She continued focussing on the drop-site, boring as it was overlooking an empty picnic area. "Is that a clothes-line?" Amy's voice caught Rosa off guard. She turned around to see Amy's head poking up from the other side of her tent. "Yeah, I put it up earlier." Rosa nodded and turned her head back to the picnic area. She contemplated explaining that she didn't put it up just for Amy's pants and underwear but couldn't find the words. Amy didn't respond but Rosa could hear her walking around the camp and after a while Amy joined her by the edge of the overlook. "Any activity?" Amy had put on her professionnel voice.  "Nope, none what so ever."  "You wanted second night watch right?"  "Preferably" Rosa nodded "Alright, I'll get my stuff unpacked and set up while you watch"  "Sweet" Rosa wanted to ask if Amy was alright, if there was anything she could do but she wasn't going to bring it up and force Amy to talk about it if she didn't want to.  -------- The rangers had left a lot of gear that all the team could use. Pots and a tripod that could hold the pot over the campfire, a kettle and a coolbox along with some other stuff were laying around the campfire, along with two stump stools and some firewood. They had been adviced against having a fire going after dark as it could give their position away but luckily sundown was quite late so Amy didn't think it would be a problem.  Amy had spend some time unpacking her stuff and cleaning the pots with some of the water from the big water container they had bought along on the truck ride up here. The rangers would check in every morning and evening and bring more water. It wasn't like she didn't believe that the previous team wasn't hygienic but she preferred cleaning the pots again - just in case.  This also meant she could wash her jeans so the pee-smell wouldn't stay. Along the way Amy had also thrown a lot of their drinks in the coolbox that she had placed next to Rosa, hoping that would keep her partner from getting up from her lookout spot long enough for Amy's pants to dry.  --------- Rosa had enjoyed sitting in the sun and had digged her small bluetooth headphones out of her pocket and enjoyed some music and a podcast, but she was starting to get bored. She looked at her watch and noticed it was nearing 7pm. "Do you want to start preparing dinner?" Rosa asked from the camping chair. "Sure" Amy said. She had been looking for something to do as all the water she'd drunk while unpacking and cleaning was starting to make it's way though her and she really didn't want to be the first to mention needing to pee. Especially as she still didn't know how to pee outside.  "Great, can you just give me a heads up a bit before it's ready, so I can quickly pee before we eat." Rosa said as she undid her belt buckle. She hadn't noticed how much she had drunk but sitting in the sun with the coolbox next to her it must have been quite a lot and it was catching up. "Oh actually... I was thinking..." Amy didn't know how she should word the request to her partner.  "What's up?" Rosa got up from the camping chair and looked at Amy. "It's just, I also need to pee and you know..."  Rosa suddenly remembered Amy's confession in the car on their way to the ranger station.  "Sure how can I help?'' Rosa said, walking towards the forrest surrounding them. "I have no idea - I - maybe I can watch how you do it?" Amy blushed at the suggestion.  "Sure" Rosa said as she stepped in between a couple of trees to look around. "First you need somewhere private, then you pull your pants down to your knees and squat" Rosa explained as she started pulling her pants down. Amy didn't know where to look as she needed to know what Rosa was showing her but really didn't need to see more than was necessary.  "Then keep your pants away by... " Rosa didn't get to finish her sentence and barely moved her pants before her stream hit them.  Amy couldn't help but notice the small smile on Rosa's face but quickly started undoing the botton on her jeans, as the sound of Rosa peeing made her own need much worse. She pulled her pants and panties down, very happy that she had had a chance to put on new underwear, squatted and... Nothing happened.  Rosa looked puzzled at Amy as her bladder returned to empty. "I can't do it" Amy whimpered "Sure you can, just relax" Rosa pulled her pants back up. "I have to pee SO bad and nothings happening!" Amy looked down at the completely dried ground.  "I'll turn around, maybe that'll help." "Maybe I should pull my pants back up! We know I can pee then!" Amy exclaimed out of frustration. The detectives eyes met and Rosa started to giggle, then Amy started to giggle. Then they burst out laughing, and after a moment the sound of laughter was joined by the sound of dripping and then a stream of liquid hitting the dirt. "You're peeing" Rosa stammered out. "I'm peeing!" Amy exclaimed in agreement, after she'd looked down to confirm for herself, throwing her hands in the air in excitement. Unfortunately, also throwing herself off balance and falling backwards onto the ground.  Rosa burst out laughing even more while Amy tried to get back on her feet before giving up and holding out a hand that Rosa grabbed and helped Amy to her feet. "You okay?" Rosa asked "Not really I got dirt on my butt" Amy half laughed half sighed. "I'll get some wet wipes" Rosa said and walked back toward the camp.  Amy used the moment alone to check her panties and pants that sure enough ended up in the firing line when Amy fell. The panties was pretty wet but the jeans had mostly been hit on the upper part of the butt so Amy could probably cover it up if she let her shirt be untucked.  "Here you are" Rosa threw a pack of wet wipes to Amy from the threeline.  Finally got back to continue the story. School threw me off my game for a while but saw that there still was an audience for B99 stories so I'm getting back into it
Rosa decided to start preparing dinner while Amy cleaned herself up. MRE's wasn't the most exciting dinner but it was quick and easy while they were camping out here. Rosa had the kettle almost boiling when Amy came out of the forest and joined her by the campfire.  "Need any help?" Amy asked as she handed a soda to Rosa who was sitting on one knee by the campfire. "Nah I got it, you all good?"  "Yeah" Amy sat down on one of the stump stools.  The detectives sat in silence for a moment while Amy watched Rosa pour the hot water into the MRE's to heat them up. Rosa then handed one to Amy and sat down on the other stump.  "Thank you - for this and you know" Amy nodded towards the woods. "I still don't know if it's the best idea I'm out here" Rosa looked up from her meal.  "Of course it is. Amy we're partners in this. Besides, I'm the one who got you this assignment." Amy mixed the MRE with her fork without eating anything.  "Besides, it's probably good for both of us to leave our comfort zone." Rosa continued.  Amy sighed.  "It just seems like I'm way further out of my comfort zone than you are" "Amy. How many people do you think have seen me as desperate as you have today?" Rosa couldn't help but feel a bit hurt. She had tried to be more open and vulnerable with Amy than she had with anyone in a long time and Amy seemingly had no appreciation for her efforts.  "And how many people do you think I've peed in front of while trying to teach them how to?" --------- Amy hadn't even thought of what Rosa had to deal with. Not only had the car ride alone been more time that the two of them had spend together before, she had also been in some awkward situations. Amy decided to break the silence. "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to feel as out-of-control as I have been today. Thank you for helping me out and being less... Closed off?" They looked at each other for a moment. "As I said it's probably a good thing we're getting out of our comfort zone" Rosa nodded with a smile at her fellow detective.  They finished up their food and sat looking into the campfire for a couple of moments before Amy got curious. "So, how many?" Amy said with a smile "What?" "How many people have you taught how to pee outside?" Rosa squinted at Amy "None"  "Shame, you're a good teacher" Amy giggled "You know that wasn't really a success?" Rosa said as she held up the pack of wet-wipes. "That was probably my fault" Rosa nodded as she wiped her hands and handed the pack to Amy. "My turn to ask you a question then" Rosa asserted "I'm an open book" Amy said and emptied her soda. "Why have you only hung your jeans up to dry?" Amy didn't know what to say. She could feel the redness spreading on her cheeks as her mind raced to find an explanation. She couldn't tell Rosa the truth could she? Rosa looked taken aback by Amy's embarrassed reaction to the question.  "No sorry, it's your business." Rosa got up from the stool and headed towards her tent. "I flushed them at the gas station" Amy blurted out. Rosa stopped and looked puzzled at Amy but Amy kept looking into the fire. She knew she couldn't look at Rosa while telling her what happened "I... well... they weren't saveable."  "I guess you learnt something from all the bad guys who've used that trick" Rosa laughed and stepped into her tent. Amy nodded as she tried to convince the redness of her cheeks to retreat with deep breaths.  ---------- Amy had sat by the fire for a couple of moments trying to gather herself when she heard the sound of a vehicle approaching the camp site. The rangers were apparently about to check in. Amy sprang to her feet. She needed to remove her jeans from the clothesline before any of the rangers saw. However when she looked over Rosa already had them in her hands. It wasn't a moment too soon as the pickup truck rolled into view from behind the trees and Ranger Christianson and Deputy Hanstead stepped out from the truck. "How you been?" Christianson greeted Amy "It's been quiet, nothing much exciting happening." Amy said and shook their hands.  "Figured as much" Christianson nodded "Didn't really have any plans to check in so soon but" "I wanted to give you this" Deputy Hanstead said and gave Amy a can of instant coffee. "I was told by my partner that you wanted to do night shifts, so I figured it would be more help out here than in our office over the weekend."  "Thank you" Amy looked at the coffee. It was cheap powder coffee that you mix with boiling water and end up with something resembling coffee. Amy already started to miss the coffee places she was used to in brooklyn, but it was going to be very helpful to keep her up tonight.  "I've tried getting Clayton to do nightshifts every time we've been here but he's convinced it's useless. Guess you'll settle it for us" Rosa walked over to the group and was greeted by Ranger Christianson "Anything you'll need for tomorrow morning?" "Probably just water and the other usual supplies." "Alright. Well, we won't take any more of your time" Christianson said and headed back towards the truck followed by the deputy.  The truck backed up and disappeared behind the trees again.  "What did they want?" Rosa looked at the coffee in Amy's hands. "Give us this?" Amy shrugged "Do you think they expected us to want to go home already?" Rosa stared at the spot the truck disappeared behind the tree cover. "Probably. Thank you for grabbing my jeans" "Of course, they're in your tent" Rosa said and walked back towards her tent. ----------- The camp had been mostly silent as Rosa prepared to go to sleep and Amy prepared to watch the dropsite. Rosa had brushed her teeth and said goodnight to Amy before retiring to her tent, while Amy had filled the small burner that came along with the kettle. That way she could boil water for coffee without having to make a fire. Afterward she had gotten a couple of blankets, her powerbank and headphones and made herself comfortable in Rosa's camping chair.  As the sun set it had quite quickly started to get cold. Luckily the moon lit up the park very well, so it wouldn't be hard to spot any activity at the drop-spot. Amy settled in with music in her headphones and made herself some coffee to warm up.  ---------- It was incredibly boring and cold keeping watch of a picnic area in a closed national park and even though Amy was convinced it had been hours, her phone told her she had only been keeping watch for around 50 minutes.  Amy sighed. It was going to be a long night. And worse still she was starting to need to pee. Or well she had started to need to pee some time ago. Amy adjusted in the chair trying to get comfortable.  She looked back at Rosa's tent. She couldn't wake Rosa just because she needed to pee. She just had to pee outside by herself.  "Later" Amy whispered to herself. She didn't want to get out from under the blanket and she had to mentally prepare herself first. ---------- A spasm hit Amy's bladder. In denial about having to pee outside Amy had started a podcast and zoned out but was now brought back to reality. The spasm had forced her legs close together. She spread her legs and exhaled slowly. She looked at her phone. 20 minutes since last time.  "Fuck!" Amy hissed as quietly as possible.  Amy quickly opened google on her phone and typed "Pee outside Women". Amy read as quickly as she could while her legs slowly came together again and then crossed.  Her bladder spasm again and Amy wanted to jam a hand between her legs but the blanket got in the way. She threw the blanket of her and jammed a hand into her crotch. She couldn't determine if it was damp or just felt damp because her hands were used to the cold air. Slowly Amy shifted her weight forward and stood up, still cross legged and holding herself. Some of the pressure on her strained bladder lifted which gave Amy enough thought capacity to get an idea. But she did not know if it was a good one.  Slowly and agonizingly Amy made her way to her tent with small steps. She desperately wanted to jam both hands into her crotch but she needed her free hand to unzip the opening.  The sound of the zipper would cut through the silent night but Amy had limited time. She forced the zipper up and hurried inside. Amy took a deep breath and held herself tighter as she squated down so her free hand could reach and dig through her bags, looking for the misplaced diapers.  "Please!" She whimpered as a couple drops escaped her. // As you probably guessed the next part will make use of Amy's diaper so just a heads up if a: you're not into that b: you are into that, cause I'm not so it probably won't be how it's normally written
// Again fair warning that Amy's diaper is used in the first part - also apologies for the delay, it is extremly difficult to write something your not into yourself and be happy with it Amy's hand found the soft package and grabbed it as she tried to stand back up, hitting her head on the top of the tent. A whimper escaped her as every muscle in her body tighten to keep the flood back.  Amy stepped back outside the tent. If she wasn't going to make it she didn't want to flood the inside of her tent. She had to be as fast as possible even if it meant taking a huge chance. Using the hand borrowed in her crotch she started undoing her jeans while her other hand and her teeth worked together to rip open the diaper pack.  As soon as the packaging was broken a couple of fingers grabbed the diaper and swung it away from the plastic, unfolding it at the same time.  With the last button also opened Amy grabbed the sides of her jeans and pulled down. The cold air of the night hit her bladder very hard, and a couple of drops escaped before she closed the gates again. She whimpered again as the warm drops ran down her exposed thighs.  Amy took a couple quick breaths and then a big one before spreading her legs as much as she could with her jeans still wrapped around her knees. That was as low as she could get them right now. She placed the diaper between her legs and held it in place with her hands.  In a spilt-second Amy wondered what it would feel like to actually use a diaper. Even though she had worn them to written exams, she had never actually peed in one.  She wasn't going to wonder for long as her bladder finally gave out and she started peeing. At first Amy frantically felt around expecting to feel pee running down her legs, but to her surprise it never happened. Slowly she just started to enjoy the feeling of finally emptying her full bladder, and how surprisingly nice the warmth spreading around her crotch felt after being out in the cold air for so long. As the flood died down Amy sighed content and dropped the diaper packaging she had kept holding onto with her teeth, simply forgetting to do anything else. Then she was brought back to earth by a sound. She couldn't place it, but she felt a panic set in. Was it Rosa? Was she awake? Was she getting out of her tent?! Amy quickly removed the diaper and scurried into her tent. She closed the diaper up and held it in one hand, grabbing some wet wipes with the other. She cleaned herself up and then pulled her pants back up using her free hand and a lot of wiggling.  Her panties definitely had caught a few drops as she could feel the wetness, but for now she was going to live with it.  She stepped out of her tent and found the campsite quiet. It hadn't been Rosa she heard afterall. Amy quickly walked over to the trash bag they had tied down by the campfire and tried to place the diaper under some of the other things they had thrown out. Unfortunately as they hadn't been there long, there wasn't enough to completely cover it.  Amy made a mental note that she had to be the one to throw stuff away, and made her way back to the camping chair.  -------- Rosa looked to the clock but couldn't find it anywhere. The lesson hopefully ended soon so she could visit the bathroom. She fiddled with her pen until the teacher said the magic words and she found herself walking through a corridor of people staring at her from behind their lockers.  She kept walking, but she couldn't find a bathroom anywhere along the walls of lockers. She could see they all knew what she was looking for but they just giggled behind her back. She started running but the corridor never changed until she suddenly found herself in front of a large door. Much larger than herself. It towered over her, and she couldn't even see the top of it.  Rosa had to use a lot of effort to push the door open, but behind it she saw the most beautiful sight. The whitest and cleanest toilet she had ever seen.  Suddenly Rosa was back inside the tent. Her bladder had pleaded for her to wake up and she slowly became fully awoken. She felt around firstly on the outside of her sleeping bag and then inside it. Luckily she hadn't peed; she only really had to. Rosa got the her feet and stepped out into the moonlight. Even though she normally slept nude she had packed and worn a pyjamas, black of course, which she was really pleased with as she didn't need to spend time getting dressed. "Oh sorry! Did I wake you?" Amy called from the camping chair "No not at all" Rosa said and walked over to Amy "Anything happened so far?" "No, it's been quiet" "Alright I'm just going to... Amy, is that headlights?" The detectives both looked down at the trees surrounding the clearing as a set of headlights made their way into the clearing, revealing a sheriff's truck pulling into the clearing. "What the hell?" Amy whispered, as deputy Hanstead stepped out of the truck and grabbed a duffle bag from the backseat that he placed on a picnic table. Just as quickly as he arrived the deputy got back into his truck and left the clearing. "We need to find out what's in that bag" Rosa said  "Give me your phone and earphones" "What?" Instead of explaining herself, Rosa grabbed Amy's phone and placed an earphone in one of her ears, before calling her own phone as she walked over to her tent. She grabbed her phone, and answered "Amy's" call, and one of the small tracking/listening devices she had brought from the precinct. "Let me know if anyone's coming" She said as she threw her phone to Amy, before jugging of down the trail.  Rosa had only barely made it away from their campsite before she remembered why she got up. She still had to pee, but she steeled herself. This was the chance for a big break in the case and she could wait until she had gathered the info they needed. Jugging however wasn't helping her bladder and soon she had to walk instead. She excused herself with the fact that walking was probably quieter than running anyway. "There still isn't any moment or anything" Amy's voice informed through the earphones. "How far are you?" "Almost there, I can see the picnic area." Rosa crouched down a bit as she entered the clearing. It was more lit up by the moon light than she had expected. As she made her way over to the duffle bag, she glanced up at the overlook and luckily she couldn't see any of the camp or Amy. Hopefully Deputy Hanstead hadn't seen them, but he had to have known they were up there. She slowly opened the bag and found it full of cash. Hanstead was definitely involved in this.  "Rosa! Someones coming!"  Rosa looked around and saw no headlights between the trees but the low rumble of an engine gave it away. She had to hide. But she didn't think she could place the bug and reach the treeline before the car would see her. Rosa scanned the picnic area and saw a picnic table not far away that could shield her from the moonlight.  She quickly placed the bug in a fold of the duffle bag and hurried over to the table and hid under it, hoping her black pj's would help her stay hidden.  "Please be careful Rosa" Amy pleaded. She slowed her breath as much as she could trying to get the adrenaline under control, before the car rolled into the clearing. Suddenly her bladder screamed for her attention again, and it was persistent. She really had to pee and laying on her stomach only pressed her bladder even more.  The car pulled up and a woman stepped out. Rosa didn't know who she was but the tattoos on her arm was probably worth remembering, luckily the moonlight made it quite easy for her to get a good look at the woman.  Rosa felt like she was laying on a rock, but she was pretty sure it was "just" her bladder. She desperatly wanted to cross her legs or press a hand between her legs. Amy probably couldn't see her but she was afraid any movement would alert the woman to her presence. "And you're sure they won't be a problem?" the woman whisper-shouted to someone in the passenger seat. It was an unknown man who opened the door and stepped out. "Yeah Hanstead said he slipped them some sleeping pills or something" He whispered back. "But keep it down, nonetheless" The man walked over to the duffle bag as the woman started to undo her jeans. Rosa's hand curled into a fist trying to keep herself from changing position to soothe her aching bladder. The woman pulled down her pants and squated next to the car. Rosa had a clear view of the woman as she started to pee, and the gushing sound filled the quiet night. Rosa's bladder pleaded to make it a duet and release the giant amount of liquid inside her.  "What the fuck are you doing?" hissed the man from the picknic table with the dufflebag. "What the fuck do you think" The woman hissed back. "Couldn't stop at that gas station could you?" "Because we didn't want to leave evidence you idiot" Rosa could feel a tear in the corner of her eye. She was is a lot of pain trying to keep it in, and as the pressure built, she was quickly losing faith she could. "A girl's got to pee jackass!" The woman's stream died down and she pulled her pants back up. "Child" The man said as he threw the duffle bag into the backseat and got into the car.  The woman got in as well and the car started backing away.  Rosa rolled onto her side and dug a hand in between her legs, but it offered no help. She had already started leaking and she was powerless to stop herself. Warmth spread around her fingers. She rolled over to her back and bit down on her lip to keep herself from moaning. Her pj pants offered much resistance so even as she was peeing herself her bladder ached, because it couldn't empty fast enough. This also meant the liquid was forced to follow the pants and soon the warmth spread from her crotch to her butt, down her legs and all the way up her stomach before running down her sides, pooling under her back. Rosa relaxed every muscle in her body and enjoyed the feeling - she felt like she should be ashamed of herself and her bladder but for now she was just pleased to relieve the pressure on her bladder.
Amy was getting nervous. The car had left a couple of minutes ago but She hadn't seen Rosa move from under the table where she'd hid. "Rosa? You okay?" She whispered into the phone in her hand. A hand appeared from under the table. It waved a couple of times before giving the thumbs up. Slowly Rosa crawled out from her hiding spot and Amy felt a weight off her shoulders. however it didn't leave her completely, instead settling on her bladder. In all the excitement of having something happen and Rosa in danger of being spotted, Amy had completely neglected to notice her bladder filling up again.  Amy shifted in the camping chair, internally debating whether she could pee before Rosa made it back up to the campsite. She probably could but then what if someone else came by the drop-site and they missed it.  Then again she could maybe pee by the camping chair, still overlooking the drop-spot. Amy looked at the instructions she'd found on her phone. The way she felt most comfortable trying needed a tree, and there wasn't any near the edge of the overlook. Amy pressed her thighs together and sighed - content to the fact she had to wait. -------- Rosa didn't know what to do or think as she slowly walked along the path back up towards the campsite. Everything was soaked. Normally her large bladder was an advantage but now that it had betrayed her, everything that it had held in was now on her. She really needed a shower but most of all she wanted to get out of her pajamas. Especially since the wet fabric was clinging to her everywhere. But Rosa didn't really feel like walking around naked in the forest or returning to Amy without clothes on, so she just hoped to quickly get back into her tent and strip. She cursed herself for not peeing before sneaking down to the drop-spot or just holding on until the car had left.  ---------- Amy rose from the chair. She really had to pee now. She was fidgeting and looking around for Rosa. Luckily Rosa came in to view from behind the trees, Amy waved her over to the champing chair. "So, what did you see?"  "Nothing much. Placed the bug in the bag so if we call Sarge he should be able to listen in on it." The two detectives switched their phones back to the rightful owner. "Did you recognize any of the two who grabbed it?" Amy shifted her weight to her other foot trying to hide her desperation. Rosa shook her head. "But I overheard the guy tell the girl that Hanstead had slipped us some sleeping pills?" "He didn't, did he? Only the coffee?" Amy's bladder didn't appreciate the reminder of how much coffee she'd consumed during the watch. Rosa shrugged.  "Probably worth getting that tested then. Drunk any of it?" "Yeah but I haven't felt more sleepy... It has only made me have to pee!"  The last part of the sentence sounded a lot more strained than Amy wanted. "HA! So any more luck than last time?"  "Yeah but if you wouldn't mind keeping a lookout, I could use a bathroom trip" Amy pressed her thighs together and shifted her weight back to the original foot. "Good luck finding one," Rosa giggled. "A tree will do" Amy conceded and started walking towards to forest surrounding them. She really wanted a hand in her crotch to help her hold on but she couldn't do that while Rosa could see her. She couldn't look like a child unable to control her bladder once again. "Oh eh Amy?" Amy had to fight her body to stop and turn around. She just had to get behind the trees and she could relieve the pressure on her bladder, but what if it was important? She swallowed and turned her upper body around so her legs would cross. "Yeah?"  "My pj got quite dirty laying on the ground so could you wait a bit to return - while I get changed?" "Sure thing!"  "I'm sure you can change twice before I'm empty anyway" Amy whispered to herself and pressed a hand into her crotch. -------- Rosa alternated looking at the drop spot and watching Amy disappear into the forest. She had to admit she enjoyed watching Amy trying to hide how badly she needed to pee because of how absolutely awful she was at it. Soon Amy was out of view and Rosa quickly pulled her top over her head, trying and failing at keeping it away from her face. The lingering smell of pee followed it over her head.  "Gross!" Rosa whispered to no-one in particular before throwing the top in the trash bag. She'd only bought the pj for this trip and tomorrow night she would be on lookout duty anyway. Rosa then pulled her pants off and threw them away as well before heading over to her tent. She wouldn't consider herself a nudist but standing in the cool night air wearing nothing did something for her.  ------- Amy hurried towards the trees as quickly as she could without fearing leaks. She pressed her hand into her crotch harder as she passed the first couple of trees before deciding it had to be good enough.  She stopped in front of a tree and turned around so her back was towards the tree and used her free hand to undo her jeans. After a couple of quick breaths and then a deep one Amy removed her hand from her crotch, pressed her thighs together as much as possible and grabbed the sides of her jeans. She leant back while pushing her pants and panties away from her. As soon as her back met the tree she exhaled and felt the stream starting.  A content sigh escaped her as well as her stream hit the soft ground with a splashing sound. Amy smiled gleefully as she looked down at her panties. They were damp sure but that was just a leak. She hadn't peed all over herself this time. Perhaps leaning up against a tree was the way she could pee outside without worry. ------ "Can I come back?" Amy's voice called from the trees. "Go for it, I'll be in my tent" Rosa called back and crawled into her tent. She dug through her bags looking for some wet wipes before remembering she'd lent them to Amy back when she tried to show her how to pee outside. Rosa cursed. She'd have to ask Amy to bring them to her, but she really didn't feel like running around naked in front of her partner.  Rosa found her phone and started typing. ------ Amy waddled back into the camp and headed for her tent. She hadn't pulled her pants all the way up as she wanted to clean herself up first. She reached in and grabbed the pack of wet wipes when her phone buzzed. "Can you bring me the wet wipes?" The text read. "Sure thing. Give me 2 minutes" Amy wrote back. Amy cleaned herself up and went to throw the wipe away when she noticed the trashbag had been moved.  "Shit! shit shit shit" Amy cringed at the thought of Rosa having seen the diaper. Hopefully she hadn't as Amy had tried to hide it but she had to know.  Amy grabbed the trash bag and looked into it. She couldn't really tell what was inside as it was all black so she grabbed whatever was at the top and pulled it out. "Oh my god" Amy whispered in disbelief.  Rosa's pj bottoms stared back at her and while she couldn't see anything she could feel them. And they were not just wet - they were drenched. It felt as if they had been washed but how could Rosa had done that so quickly? Amy slowly brought them up to her nose. Amy looked over at Rosa's tent to make sure she hadn't spotted Amy. She couldn't know that Amy knew she had peed herself, so Amy quickly stuffed them back in the trash bag.  As Amy walked back over to Rosa's tent the surprise faded and a small smile crept onto Amy's face. At least she knew she wasn't the only one on the case who'd had an accident - and she was determined to not be the last one.  "Here you are"  "Thanks" Rosa said and opened her tent just enough to get her hand through to grab the packet from Amy.
Amy yawned. The rest of the night had gone by without incident and now she was enjoying the sunrise over the forest motive.  When the sun cleared the treetops and the birdsong reached a volume that she suspected would wake Rosa, Amy rose form the camping chair and started preparing a small fire to make breakfast. ------------ Rosa woke to the sound of birdsong and the crackles of a fire. Forgetting for a moment that she was in a tent in a national park and not her apartment, she instantly sat up and looked around. When the shock settled, she started rummaging through her bags to find some clothes, and emerged from the tent, dressed as usual in all black. "Good morning" Amy waved from her seated position by the fire. "Morning"  "Slept well?"  "Not really, still trying to figure out this whole Hanstead situation."  "We should probably call sarge" Amy nodded. "Is he in the office yet?"  "It's almost 7"  "Text him to call when he can." "Would you mind doing it, I was hoping to get some sleep after breakfast, so he should probably call you?" "Fair" Rosa said as she got her phone out. It didn't take long for the detectives to whip up a breakfast and as they ate they continued to discuss the case.  "If Hanstead is dirty, do you think anyone else could be involved?" Amy pondered. "Possible"  "Clayton?"  Rosa lifted an eyebrow. "His partner?" Amy continued "Oh sorry. I wasn't really paying attention when we meet them." "Yeah, we were a bit distracted perhaps" Amy blushed "I mean you at least got both their names."  "And then I peed myself" Rosa couldn't help but notice it was still bothering Amy that she hadn't been able to hold it, so despite really wanting to keep her own accident a complete secret, she figured Amy could be trusted and maybe comforted by knowing. "Hey Amy. It happens. Last night when I hid under the table down by the picknick area." Rosa trailed off, partly because she couldn't find the words and partly because Amy seemed to happy that early in the story. "You know, don’t you! How?"  "I don't know anything" Amy tried sounding as innocent as possible but the smile on her face gave it away. "You tell anyone I'll break you."  "And you wanted to tell me just to make me feel better."  Rosa's phone started buzzing with Sarge written on the display. Rosa starred daggers at Amy as she answered the call. ----------- While Rosa discussed their discoveries with the sergeant, Amy started cleaning up after breakfast. She figured there probably was a limit to what Rosa wanted to tell about yesterday and she was really starting to feel the effect of her nights watch. Hopefully she could crawl into her tent sooner rather than later.  "Sarge is on it." Rosa said sliding her phone into her back pocket. "Then I guess all there is to do is wait" Amy had to use a hand to shield her eyes from the sun that was still hanging low on the sky. "Yup"  "This is the one from Hanstead?" Rosa picked up the instant coffee that the deputy had given them to "help" with their stakeout. Amy nodded. "Sarge vouched for the ranger guy. Said they went way back and that he trusts him. He wanted us to hand the coffee over so they could test it."  "You don't sound convinced?" Amy rose from her position beside the now clean pots. "I just know that one of the people we meet up here is dirty - not a far leap to suggest he isn't alone."  "True enough - but sarge's word has to count for something. Besides I'd be more worried about his partner than the ranger, who isn't even in the same department."  "I'm not saying it does count - I'm just saying we should be careful." "Well, I don't think there's anything wrong with at least handing over the coffee - I mean it hasn't really done anything anyway.” Rosa unscrewed the cap and sniffed the powdered coffee.  "I guess you're right - just smells like bad coffee." "Exactly" Amy yawned and stretched. "Anyway, I'm going to catch up on some sleep." "Good night"  Amy crawled into her tent to get her toothbrush and was greeted by the mess she had made looking for the diaper in the middle of the night. Everything in her bag had been thrown around and a lot had spilled out laying randomly in her tent.  Amy sighed. Unpleasant reminder aside she also really didn't want to have to clean up everything right now and she figured she should probably go pee before she went to sleep. With her toothbrush and toothpaste in hand Amy headed back outside the tent. Rosa was sitting in the camping chair with earbuds in her ear and a soda from the cooler. Amy brushed her teeth and cleaned up her toothbrush before placing the plastic cap back on it and sliding it in her pocket. She then looked at the trees and sighed. She still felt absolutely unqualified to pee outside but she made her way a couple steps into the forest.  Amy undid her pants and pulled them down before squatting like Rosa had shown her - making sure to pull her pants out of the way - but again nothing happened.  Amy sighed and tried to relax by whispering to herself.  "Come on. You know you have to. No one else is here." A couple of times it felt like she was about to start peeing but every time the feeling would fade away again. Amy sat for what felt like forever and when her thighs started to hurt she threw in the towel and stood back up.  -------- Rosa noticed Amy returning from the forest, presumably she'd been out to pee, and Rosa considered copying her. But after the stunning display of betrayal from her bladder last night she decided to make sure she wasn't losing her edge. Instead, she found her phone and started a timer. Not long after Amy crawled into her tent again, Rosa heard to low rumble of a vehicle approaching. Sure enough the ranger pickup truck, that dropped them off yesterday, rolled into view. Rosa rose from the chair and walked over to the truck. Ranger Christianson climbed out and stuck out his hand.  "So, I understand we got a fox in the henhouse" He said as the shock hands. "You talked to Sargant Jeffords?" "I believe I was the first person he told after you spoke." "How do you know each other?" The ranger hesitated for a moment, looked Rosa up and down, before speaking. "We used to work together. Before I joined the rangers. In New York." "You were partners?"  "Briefly. Same department for a while. Partners briefly. Before I left." Rosa could see that the subject wasn't something the ranger was particularly willing to share - and poking probably wasn't going to do any good so instead she just nodded and handed him the instant coffee.  "He said you could get this tested."  "Thank you. Hopefully we can figure out exactly what - if anything - Hanstead put in this. He didn't give you anything else right?" "Nope that's all." "And you haven't experienced any effects?" "I haven't drunk any - but my partners did, and she didn't feel any different." "I guess he's sloppy as well as crooked." "Where is your partner by the way?" "Sleeping - she had night watch."  "And you got tonight?" Now it was Rosa's turn to hesitate - was it a bad decision to say yes if he was a bad guy as well - did it make a difference what she said? Christianson broke the silence by nodded and opening the car door before turning back to Rosa. "I'm sorry you two got mixed up in all this. It's not right to be playing away from home and discover your teammate playing for the other team." He climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the keys before Rosa laid her crossed arms on the windowsill. "I got watch tonight." Christianson smiled and nodded towards the bed of the truck. "Go get your supplies before we forget them". --------- Unloading the extra water and food didn't take Rosa long but she was starting to feel her bladder straining when she had to stretch to reach something or lift the water jugs. When everything was off the truck, and she'd waved goodbye to Ranger Christianson she looked at her timer. 43:13 Rosa nodded satisfied and went back to the camping chair settling in with and audiobook and opened a soda. ------- When the audiobook changed chapter Rosa paused it and looked at the timer again 1:55:20 Rosa wasn't as happy as earlier. It wasn't critical yet, but her bladder was uncomfortably full. It was a long way to the 4-ish hours she'd expected. As it was still only around 9:30 there hadn't been more than a couple of people through the picnic area, and she figured a quick trip down there to look for anything she missed last night was probably worth the effort. And it could distract her from her bladder - not that she needed it. Rosa made her way down to the picnic area without any problems and couldn't help but notice that the ground under one of the tables was still darker that under the others. Rosa spent awhile looking around the area where the dufflebag had been, and where the car had parked but didn't find anything useful. She got a picture of the tire tracks that was still in good condition, but she had already given the make, model, and plate to Jeffords.  Confident there wasn't anything else to find Rosa sat down on one of the picnic benches and looked at her phone. 2:20:39 Rosa crossed her legs under the table, her bladder was really feeling heavy now. Maybe the 3 sodas she drank while listening to the audiobook wasn't the best idea. Then Rosa noticed footsteps sounding like they were coming towards the clearing, and she felt adrenalin starting to run through her body. Luckily it wasn't needed as what came into view from the road wasn't Hanstead or the couple who picked up the cash but instead was 2 hikers.  "Oh man did they move it?" The man said when they came into the picnic area. "I thought you said you knew they'd be here?" The woman Though they were a couple it wasn't the couple from last night, Rosa's instressed still piqued. They might be looking for something related to the case, so she listened in to their discussion even though they tried to keep it in hushed tones. "They were here last time!"  "I don't care about last time; I care about now!" "I'm sorry, but I really thought they'd be here."  "You get on your phone and find where they moved it, I'll go ask her if she knows!"  Rosa pretended to scroll though her phone as the woman walked towards the picnic table she was sat at. Interest absolutely piqued, adrenalin once again ran through her body. If they were looking for something related to the case this could be a problem? an opportunity? both? "Hey, I'm sorry to bother you" The woman said when she reached the table. "What's up?" Rosa looked up at her. "It's just - my boyfriend - he was certain that there was some, facilities here."  Rosa noticed the woman had crossed her legs and was bouncing slightly up and down. "But evidently he was wrong. Do you happen to know where they are?" Rosa's adrenalin subsided and her detective interested dipped, but she couldn't help but feel bad for the poor woman. "Oh, sorry. But as far as I know there aren't any in this area of the park." The woman clearly wasn't doing too well, cause the news caused her to rearrange her trousers. Rosa suspected she wanted to hold her crotch but didn't want to do it in front of a stranger. "Fuck" she sighed and turn around to walk back towards her partner, who was still hunched over his phone trying to find a solution. "Thank you" "Hey, it's probably not my place to ask - but you could probably find somewhere private behind a bush.”  The woman stopped and turned around with a defeated look on her face.  "It's just - I'd probably need someone to help me balance, and we've never peed in front of each other" “I could help?” Rosa suggested even as her bladder protested. If they were going behind a bush it was to pee not to help someone else pee and have to listen to them first, but Rosa was determined to reach the 4-hour mark, so she had no intention on joining in. The woman looked uncomfortable with the idea but Rosa could see she was considering it, and after a moment she nodded. “Thanks I wouldn’t normally but I really gotta pee!” She said and turned back to the man “Stef, we’re going into the bushes! Could you walk ahead!” Rosa got up from the bench and started walking towards the forest. The woman quickly passed her powerwalking ahead with a hand in her crotch. Almost as soon as they passed the first couple of bushes she stopped and started undoing her trousers. Luckily it was timed so well that as soon as Rosa reached her, she pulled her trousers down, squatted and extended her hand, which Rosa caught to keep her balanced. This position however meant that Rosa was standing right in front of her and couldn’t help but notice the large wet spot of the woman’s panties. She’d definitely been more desperate than Rosa suspected.  Rosa’s bladder however kept reminding her that she should also really consider squatting out here as soon as the woman was done. Unfortunately for all involved nothing happened. “Sorry. Just a bit pee-shy” The woman said after a moments of silence. “How long have you guys been together?” “Huh? Oh, me and Stef? Almost a year. This trip was actually, his part of our anniversary da-“  The woman was cut off by her bladder finally giving in and she started peeing. The stream was quite slow to begin but quickly grew into something that more sounded like a pressure washer. Rosa was pretty sure the woman was fighting to not make any noises because of the relief, but her own bladder wasn’t shy about making her needs known and Rosa had to press her legs together until the woman’s stream ended.  “Thank you.” She sighed as she wiggled her body and stood up. Rosa let go of her hands and turned back toward the picnic area. “You’re welcome. Happy to help.”  When she emerged to the clearing, she was happy to see no one else there, it seemed Stef had indeed walked ahead a bit. Rosa took the moment to undo the top of her jeans. Her own needs were starting to get pretty bad. She got her timer out again. 2:30:13 “Fuck”
I’ll finish this later tonight but here’s part 1: A hen night to remember  Max sat at the bar drowning his sorrows. Maybe if he hasn’t said that, done this or went there Becky might still be living with him instead of currently on her hen night somewhere about to marry his best friend next week. He still loved Becky but it was all too late now. Another pint might just help numb the pain perhaps.  —- Along the street Becky danced around with her friends high on life and excited about her future, a huge L plate pinned to her dress and a plastic crown on her head. She might not get to see Steph or Mags or Poppy much after the honeymoon if Ben got the promotion he’d applied for so she was determined to enjoy every single minute of her hen night. Wearing too high shoes to try and look taller than her measly 5 foot she could feel her feet aching as the music broke for just a moment and she took her chance to get Steph’s attention.  “I’m going to have more blisters than teeth if I keep dancing like this. Fancy another drink?”  The girls headed over to a table as Poppy headed to the bar for some more drinks.  “Make mine a soft drink this time Pops! I’ve got an appointment tomorrow to finalise the catering and I want to make it rather than find myself in the toilet!”  Poppy laughed as she headed off to the bar as Mags, Steph and Becky sat down on the chairs clumsily.  “You ok there Becks? Having a good night so far?”  Becks smiled back looking at her girlfriends and realising just how badly she’d miss them. They’d seen her through so much in the last year with leaving manipulative Max, finding somewhere else to live and then dating Ben. Now a week away from her big day she genuinely wondered where she would be without them. Poppy returned with the drinks and the girls drank and laughed while the music blared.  “You’d think they’d turn it down a bit wouldn’t you? Jeez it’s loud! I reckon I must be getting old!”  “Fancy moving down the road to the Maiden Voyage? I fancy some chips on the way. They’ve got this live band playing tonight. Don’t look so worried Becky! We’ve not booked a stripper or anything! Promise!”  “Good! I should really go to the ladies first if we’re moving on though. God it’s getting busier isn’t it!”  “No way! Are they giving out free drinks or something? This place is suddenly jumping! I can’t see you getting to the toilets this side of Christmas Becks! Can you wait until the Maiden? It’ll be much quieter there I reckon.”  Becks only just made out Steph’s voice over the crowd and noise but she was right. Getting to the ladies right now would be like crossing the English channel without a boat…very time consuming, dangerous and pretty much a Herculean feat! She wasn’t absolutely desperate and the Maidan was just along the road. Even in her uncomfortable sandals it wouldn’t take that long to get there. She gulped down the remainder of her cola and stood up looking for her cloakroom ticket.  “Let’s go before our eardrums burst eh!”  The girls fumbled their way towards the exit, tickets in hand, and waited in a queue to retrieve their coats. Finally they were outside in the evening chill laughing and pulling each other along the road.  “Slow down! These heel’s aren’t made for walking in!” Mags and Poppy looked back to see Becky struggling as they took one arm each to steady her.  “You sure that last drink was just cola Beck’s? You’re all over the place here!” “It’s these sandals, honestly. Plus the fact I really need the loo now! Why did I let you all drag me out before going to the ladies?”  “You’re not the only one wanting to go! Come on you three! That wine’s bouncing in my bladder here!”  Becky looked ahead at Steph and laughed as they started walking, with Mags and Poppy keeping her steady, towards the corner chip shop and the Maiden Voyage pub around the corner. Just as they got to the entrance to the fish and chip shop Steph stood legs crossed looking at the menu in the window.  “God I hope they cook quickly. I’m dying for the loo!”  “Me too!” “Me three!”  “Me four! Actually it was me who said it first back in the club! You're all copying me!”  “Can’t you just order whatever you want quickly before I pee myself here?” “All right Steph! Keep your knickers on!”  “I’ll be pulling them down to wee in a back street if you don’t hurry up!”  At that Mags, Poppy and Becky stumbled into the small take away leaving Steph pee dancing outside waiting. They placed their orders and received them before rejoining Steph outside as she stood leaning against the wall crossed legged with a hand in front of her short skirt.  The four of them continued walking around the corner, three of them eating and Steph leading the way, until they reached the front door of the Maiden Voyage and Steph waited anxiously for the others to catch up. As she stood there she read a notice on the door that made her gasp.  “Girls you can’t take the chips inside! You’ll need to bin them! Look! Let’s just bin them shall we so we can get out the cold. We can get crisps or nuts or whatever at the bar later eh?”  Mags shook her head.  “These cost me £3! 3 pounds I tell you! Plus they’re delicious! You go in if you want and I’ll be in in a bit!”  “I’ll wait with you Mags. We’ll not be long Steph. Promise.”  Steph pushed the pub door open then looked back at her three friends. Despite longing to use the ladies she felt way too embarrassed to head in herself so reluctantly waited for her three friends. The four scantily dressed giggly woman stood in a huddle, all four needing to wee badly and not hiding the fact and all four helping themselves to hot chips as they eagerly tried finishing their snack so they could enter the pub. As Poppy crossed her legs and almost fell down the curb she stumbled back up laughing.  “If only Ben could see you now Becky!”  “What? What’s wrong with me?”  “You can’t even stand still! How much did you drink at the club then?” “No more than the rest of you! Anyway it’s not the drink making me like this. It’s…you know..my bladder! Oh fuck I can’t eat any more until I pee! Let’s go in please!”  “Race you to the ladies girls. Begs I’m first!”  But just as they dropped their chip wrappers in the bin and headed to the door of the pub it opened and out walked Max practically walking right into Becky!  ———
Part 2: “Bec….Becks?”  Becky froze staring aghast as if her entire body had turned to stone. Mags, turning on hearing the voice she’d heard so many times before, linked her arm in Becks and reached to open the now closed pub door.  “Come on Becks. You don’t owe him anything. Just ignore him!”  But Becky’s eyes were fixed on Max in shock as his eyes met hers then scanned her whole body quickly with that glint she’d known oh so well when they were together.  “You look….beautiful. It’s so…good to see you again! I didn’t mean to interrupt you on your…special night. Here allow me to hold the door for you all.” Steph, who hadn’t said a word since arriving at the pub, and who was clearly using all her concentration to hold her bladder at bay, suddenly realised what was happening as she hobbled towards the open door.  “Oh my God! It’s him! It’s him Becks isn’t it? Mad Max or was it monster Max…who bloody cares just let’s get in and away from him eh!” “Manipulative”  “Yes! Yes that was it Mags! God I can’t believe I forgot that! Are you coming in Becky? Come on! I need to find the ladies!”  Steph hurried through the door being held open by Max who was smiling charmingly at the girls as they each made their way past him, first Steph, then Poppy, then Mags and finally Becky who was doing all she could to avoid eye contact with Max since he’d looked right at her outside. Steph looked around anxiously before immediately heading towards the ladies on the far away wall assuming the others were following behind. Poppy raced after her, her long legs marching in urgency to release her full bladder. Mags, the most suspicious of the group and the first to remember how they all referred to Max, looked back behind her just in time to see that the gap between her and Becky was larger than it should be and that something, or someone, was clearly holding Becky back. Looking over longingly at Poppy and Steph racing towards the ladies she paused and looked back to see Becky’s distinctive plastic crown fall from her head onto the floor. Racing back to pick it up she stood back up to hand it to Becky to find she was now nowhere around.  Looking everywhere and unable to see her she squeezed her thighs tight before pulling her mobile out and calling Steph.  “Hello? Mags? What is it? I’m just about to open the stall and pee my life away so this had better be good!”  “Steph! Who is it? You taking this stall or can I? I’m so bursting here!”  “It’s Mags! She’s lost Becky! She thinks Max has got her!”  “What? Can’t I just pee first? Oh fuck I need to go so much and it’s even worse now we’re in here.”  Steph looked longingly at the open cubicle that Poppy was just one step away from entering. Immediately she pulled on her friend’s arm.  “We’ll come right back! We can’t leave Becky! Max is trouble. Mags was right! He’s a manipulative, controlling…man! I can’t even think of the words! We’ll just make sure she’s ok then drag her back in here. Oh God I can’t believe I am actually walking out of here before I even get to wee! I’m bloody desperate too!”  “Fuck Steph! If she’s not in the pub what the fuck are we meant to do…and if I don’t get back in here in the next five minutes I’m gonna pee myself so badly! You sure I can’t just do a wee first?”  “There’s no time for that! Becky could be in danger! I can’t believe this is happening..on her hen night too!”  “Poppy! Steph! I can’t find her anywhere! I looked back when we were in the door and she just disappeared! Then I saw this on the floor but she’s just nowhere around! Should we call the police or something?”  “She might just be in the crowd somewhere? Mags you pop outside and see if there’s any sign of her, Poppy and me will search in here. Can we hurry though cause I seriously need the ladies so badly right now!”  “Me too!”  Mags turned and headed quickly to the front door looking frantically for Becky while Poppy and Steph looked everywhere inside the pub keeping each other in sight the entire time. As Mags opened the door one handed she dialled Beck’s number with the other listening as it rang and rang and rang. Scouring up and down the street in her heeled shoes and tight dress, which was even tighter over her very full bladder, she turned the corner back towards the chip shop but there was no sign of Becky or Max anywhere. Walking back towards the pub she was so busy looking and listening for any signs that she jumped when she heard Steph shouting at her from the pub door.  “Any signs of them? We can’t see anything inside at all. Maybe we should call the police?”  “I think we should. She’s not answering her phone either. Some bridesmaids we are! We’ve lost the fucking bride!”  “And I’m gonna lose the entire contents of my bladder here if I don’t go to the toilet! I’m gonna go pee and I’ll come look more in a minute. I can’t even think straight any longer!”  Mags sighed as Poppy ran back inside leaving her and Steph alone and Becky and Max nowhere to be seen as she looked at her mobile phone debating if the police would even take them seriously.  “How long do you need to be missing for before the police even get involved?”  “I was just thinking that Steph. I honestly don’t know but I have a really bad feeling about this.”  “Me too. I don’t want to leave you alone or anything right now but as soon as Poppy comes back I’m honestly going to have to go in and use the bathroom quickly. Wasn’t Becky bursting too? Maybe I’ll see her in there and this will all just be one big mistake. Maybe Poppy will come back with her laughing and we can all just go pee and we’ll forget all about this tomorrow.”  “Maybe. But as much as I want to go to the ladies too I can’t just relax and forget about Becky. Do you think Ben knew we were coming here?”  Steph crossed her legs and pressed a hand tightly into her crotch no longer caring who saw her in the street.  “I don’t know but it’s not like we actually planned on coming here was it?”  “That’s true. Oh I’m in a queue on hold for 101. I’m just going to see what they suggest. People don’t just disappear do they?”  “I suppose so. Oh come on Poppy or I’m gonna piss myself right here!”  ———-
Becky followed behind her friends still in shock at seeing Max, her head a whirl and her body on fire from his earlier gaze. Their time together had been incredibly intensive both sexually and emotionally and their parting tense and difficult. Getting into another relationship soon after had, in hindsight, perhaps been a bit of a rebound thing but unlike Max Ben was secure, stable and solid, though she’d never intentionally wanted to get with Max’s best friend! That part had been one of those never spoken about things though Ben assured her that it would all be ok. Now seeing Max in the flesh for the first time since she’d left his house that last time that seemed far too simplistic and since Ben hadn’t even asked Max to be his best man there most definitely wasn’t any forgiveness or friendship now between them clearly. Looking at the back of Mag’s denim jacket Becky took another step inside the pub only to feel her whole body being pulled backwards from one side. Turning quickly to see what was the matter Max smiled at her charmingly, pulled her back towards him by her arm sending her plastic crown flying off then whispered into her ear as he pulled her back outside.  “I just want to talk to you alone beautiful.”  Becky didn’t want to admit to herself that feeling Max’s arm around hers and hearing his gruff voice in her ear was sending her heart on fire just like it had when they first met. Of course Ben turned her on and was sweet and loving but his touch didn’t send shivers down her spine or make her heart flutter like she was having an angina attack just like she was experiencing right now. Yes Max had a more dangerous side to him but that brought with it a thrill that Ben couldn’t even try to emulate, an edge that someone as stable and gentle as Ben could never even know existed. Being with Max was like a permanent adrenaline high, whereas being with Ben was like the comfort of a warm fire on a icy cold night. One brought comfort, security and friendship the other thrill, amazing highs and orgasms like she’d never even known possible.  Max pulled Becky down the side of the pub and against the back wall away from prying ears and eyes.  “I am not going to hurt you Becky, you know that. I just couldn’t resist speaking to you and I need you to know something…”  “Max, whatever you are going to say it’s too late. In case you have forgotten this is my hen night! I get married next week. We’re over. You and me. Over. Now I really need to get back…”  But before she could finish her sentence Max leaned in pushing her against the back wall, his hands feeling her hair and body hungrily, his drunken body pushed against hers and his lips pressing tightly against Becky’s. Despite her verbal protests seconds earlier her body language now was that of a willing participant, a hungry animal, a desperate lover. Their bodies entangled, lips adjoined, hands hungrily exploring each other’s bodies like ravenous hunters devouring prey. Becky squirmed beneath the larger body of Max as her nipples hardened suddenly, her head spinning from the alcohol and surge of hormones from the sexual intensity happening so suddenly and wonderfully. God had she missed times like this with Max. Ben only ever made love at home, in bed, always after dinner or before breakfast, always so carefully orchestrated and clean. In contrast being roughly handled, pushed against a dirty old building by a craving lustful man whose stubble rubbed against her cheek making her vagina swell and moisten like it had just dived into a warm pool, was sexual bliss and made Becky feel wanted and desired in a way Ben could never even dream of.  As Max finally pulled his lips off of Becky’s for air Becky knew she had two huge problems right now. One was that her friends would clearly be looking for her, and no doubt thinking the worst, and secondly despite being incredibly aroused by what had just gone on with Max Becky still urgently had to pee.  “I love you Becky! You know I always have. There’s never been anyone else! Fuck you do things to me you know! I’m fucking gagging now! Look baby! I’m really sorry I fucked you about. You deserved so much better. I see than now. I’ve grown up. I’m a new man. Oh come here my darling. I’ve missed you! I need you!” “Max! Max, stop! You’re drunk and I’m tipsy! My friends will be wondering where I am and I really need to get back inside.”  Max stepped back, not a huge step just enough to look Becky from top to bottom, one hand still leaning on the wall preventing Becky from running off. Her bladder swollen and pulsating strongly Becky grabbed between her short leather miniskirt with her hand and pressed against the crotch of her black cotton and lace knickers as she fidgeted openly taking the L plate pinned to her top bounce rhythmically.   “What are you doing sugar plum? You ok?”  “Let me past please Max! I need to get back inside right now!”  Gasping and bouncing on the spot Becky looked up at her ex boyfriend sheepishly.  “Look I can’t help it ok! I’m desperate for a wee if you must know! I was just about to go in the club when it got busy and we were leaving then we went for chips on the way here then I bumped into you…”  Max’s eyes bulged in desire as his face beamed and his hard dick twitched excitedly. Reaching to touch Becky’s shoulders he stroked her hair with his fingers suggestively as he could feel his penis shake with desire.  “There’s no need to go baby. Honestly. You’re ok out here with me. You look so cute you know.” “Aren’t you listening? Max move! Now! I’m serious! I reallyneed to pee so badly!”  Stroking her cheek gently and moving his face right up to Becky’s until their lips were almost touching again Max whispered words that made Becky gasp.  “Do it out here babe. Seriously. You’ll feel so much better then. No need to worry about anyone seeing. I’ll hide you!”  Looking right into Max’s intoxicating gorgeous hazel eyes Becky could feel her resolve melting away by the second.  “I am desperate.”  “Oh I can see that my princess. I can see that for sure.”  Their lips touched for the briefest of moments making Becky jump.  “It’s going to come out!”  Max winked in acknowledgment. “Let it happen just like it needs to. I mean sometimes you just need something so badly you have to have it don’t you?”  “It’ll be ok won’t it?”  “Of course it will my cherub. Why wouldn’t it be?”  And with that Max’s hands both strayed to the hem of Becky’s short leather skirt pulling it up clumsily in his drunken state much higher than necessary.  “Fuck you always did wear such sexy undies!”  With their faces right in front of each other, so close they could feel the other breathing Becky contorted her face as the mere act of her skirt being raised teased her bladder more than ever.  “I need this so badly!”  “There’s nothing wrong with that. So just relax sugar plum. Just go with it.”  With the skirt grasped in one fist tightly Max leaned as close to Becky as he could without falling on top of her and used his other hand to stroke Becky’s crotch over her knickers.  “You are so fucking sexy Becky! You know that?”  Poor Becky couldn’t control her body any longer as a spurt of hot pee shot out of her exhausted urethra as Max stroked harder and faster making her whole body shake.  “Don’t stop my princess. I’m really enjoying this!”  Becky sniffled and squirmed.  “I need to hold back. I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m getting married next week!”  “Oh but you want this so badly. I know you do! We both do! I bet you millions that you don’t get this much attention from Benny Boy do you? He doesn’t make you feel like this now does he?”  “Max! Stop it! I really need to go! Oh God I can’t stop this now! I can’t!”  More hot urine soaked through Becky’s knickers as Max continued biting her ear lobe  and neck while stroking and exploring her through her wet panties. Becky tried but failed to keep control as Max slid his hand easily into Becky’s underwear as urine poured out of her as he stroked, caressed and inserted his fingers into Becky as she peed violently, his entire body burning and shaking with huge powerful sexual urges that he couldn’t control either.  Max now had Becky pinned against the wall once more as he let go of her short skirt and unzipped his jeans to pull out his penis clearly about to put it where his fingers had just been as Becky rocked against the wall in relief shaking and panting.  ——- “Becky? Becky? We’ve called the police Becky! Becky? Can you hear us?”  The voices got louder and the sound of footsteps made both Becky and Max freeze instantly. Pushing Max away, his penis exposed hard and ready, Becky shouted back quickly as she pushed her leather skirt back down. “I’m ok Steph! I’m here! Just in the car park over here!”  ———————
Final conclusion to this: As the girls approached Becky and Max Max hurriedly pushed his member back into his trousers and quickly zipped up. He ached to cum but the shock of being interrupted was at least calming his hard on down somewhat, thankfully. Becky looked back at Max fleetingly before stepping towards her girlfriends as Steph ran towards her hugging her and glaring at Max.  “Are you ok Becky? Did he do anything to you?”  “I’m fine honestly. We just…”  She looked over at the obvious puddle that was running along the ground where she had previously stood.  “We em…Max just wanted to say hi but I was bursting for a wee so he stood and kept guard while I…you know….”  Mags looked aghast.  “You went outside? Oh my God Becky! That’s disgusting!”  “I couldn’t wait ok! I was really desperate!”  “What’s the problem Mags? You never went outside before?” Steph shouted, unaware she was being so loud. “No! No I haven’t! It’s indecent and unladylike and…what on earth did you do for loo roll?”  Steph laughed as she danced with one hand pushed between her legs.  “You’ve seriously never squatted behind a bush? Oh wow! Well how about I show you exactly how it’s done! I mean I can’t even wait any longer anyway and as long as…he…doesn’t watch…oh fuck I’m going to do this! I really am! It’s that or I flood my knickers right here anyway!”  Max gazed at Becky knowingly without letting anyone see as Mags stared in shock at Steph who was now making her way towards the back wall of the building giggling and almost tripping over. She looked more drunk that she actually was with her long legs bouncing and twisting and her hand permanently in her crotch. Mags crossed her legs as her face blushed.  “Come on Steph! Let’s just go into the ladies and find Poppy. You’re making a spectacle of yourself now. I can’t believe you are doing this!”  Max felt his dick twitching again. He didn’t fancy Steph really but knowing what she was about to do and hearing her talk about it was still having a serious affect on his body. He couldn’t help it. Plus it brought back so many memories of just moments before with Becky, his hands still damp and smelling of her urine and mucus. This wasn’t helping his need to cum one bit and he could feel his hard on throbbing once again in his jeans. He knew he should look away but he just couldn’t. None of them could as Steph, intoxicated from so much alcohol and with a bladder so full she looked pregnant, preceded to lean her bottom against the wall of the pub while she laughed and pulled her mini skirt up, and to everyone’s shock her knickers down, crouched, almost falling, as she leaned back against the wall with her back and splattered hard on the ground on her bum! “I need help! I can’t get up and I’m peeing! Mags, Becky! Come help me!”  Becky laughed as she rushed towards her friend to help her up but Mags stood with her mouth open staring not moving. Realising Mags wasn’t going to help Max tentatively headed towards Steph to help her up instead. Taking an arm each Becky and Max pulled Steph up from the ground as she continued peeing fast soaking her sandals, her knickers and the ground beneath her. Steph laughed loudly like this was somehow the funniest thing she’d ever done as she turned and looked Max right in the face.  “Oh God that feels so much better! I think I did a wee wee don’t you!”  Max looked at Becky not sure what to say as they pulled Steph up to standing again then kept her steady while she leaned against the wall. Steph stood there with her knickers now at her ankles and now floating in her pool of pee attached to her feet. Without saying a word she stepped out of the white material and clumsily started walking back towards Mags.  “That’s…that’s not really how you em…how it’s usually done but when you gotta go you gotta go…don’t you Becky! Right girls let’s go inside and find Poppy. Max leave Becky alone! Becky…Becky come with us. I need a drink I do.”  Steph fumbled along the side of the pub as Mags ran to help her leaving Becky and Max walking behind.  “That’s the last thing she needs. So when’s the big day then?”  “Emmm…a week today.”  As Steph and Mags opened the pub door to go look for Poppy Max once again pulled Becky back, though this time much gentler and lovingly. “Are you sure you are doing the right thing Becky?”  “What? By finishing my hen night with my girlfriends?”  “No! By marrying Ben. You do know he’s been married before right?”  As Becky pulled the door open to head inside her brain slowly processed what Max had just said. Standing with the door open and one foot inside Becky looked back at Max. She didn’t know Ben had been married before but was Max just saying this or was it really true?  “No I didn’t. But does that matter? He’s not with her now is he?”  “Do you actually know that for sure?” “Of course I do! He’s at his parents tonight!”  “Ok. Whatever you say. But whatever you choose Becky I’ll never stop loving you you know. Never. I made some really crap decisions and said some stupid stuff but you…you have always been the one and tonight…” He nodded towards the back of the building. “I’ll never forget that either. Never!”  Becky blushed remembering how she felt moments earlier being kissed by Max and having his fingers inside her while she released the full contents of her bladder. Looking at the ground she whispered as she walked into the pub.  “Me neither.”  Max watched as she disappeared inside as he stared at the closed doors for a minute before walking away.  ——- Inside the Maiden Voyage pub Becky looked around for her friends as she heard someone calling her.  “Oh Becky I’m so glad you are ok! Fancy seeing Max here! He’s trouble he is. Sorry I didn’t come out to find you. I had to use the ladies so badly! But you’re here now and that’s what matters.”  “Have Mags and Steph found you yet?”  “Yeah! They are sitting over there. I’ve been sent to get the drinks again! What do you fancy?”  “I think I’ll just have soda water and lime if that’s ok!”  “Right. Catch you with the others in a bit.”  Becky headed towards Mags and Steph noticing immediately that Mags was sitting at the edge of the corner seat looking tense. Steph looked more relaxed still giggling to herself.  “You both ok? I saw Poppy heading to the bar. I think we should call it a night after this round don’t you?”  “Spoil sport!” Steph chimed but Mags nodded quietly. Becky slid beside her onto the corner cushioned seat looking at her anxiously.  “You ok? Did you guys really call the police?”  “I did but the queue to get an answer was taking far too long so I hung up in the end. Listen would you mind if I called myself a taxi and left this round?”  “Is this about what Steph did?”  “Sort of.”  Mags fidgeted on the seat before putting her arm around her stomach. As Steph checked her phone and laughed at something else Becky whispered quietly to Mags.  “If it makes it any better I don’t think she’ll remember it tomorrow do you? So did you get a chance to go to the loo yourself?”  Mags shook her head and blushed.  “Oh God! You must be dying to go Mags! Want me to come with you?”  “I don’t really like pub toilets to be honest. I’d rather go at home.”  “Then you’d better call that taxi I reckon.”  “You sure you don’t mind?”  “Not at all. I hope there’s not a long wait.”  “Me neither! Oh by the way I called your phone too but it just rang out. You had me worried.”  “Oh. I mustn’t have heard it. Look there’s Poppy! You call yourself a cab and I’ll see you at the dress rehearsal on Friday night?”  Mags nodded as she looked at her phone and pressed an app.  “20 minutes wait. Oh.”  “Will you make it Mags?”  Mags blushed and shrugged. Becky looked at her sympathetically. She knew just how badly she’d had to go not that long ago and Mags had had every bit as much to drink too. She’d also just witnessed her friend peeing outside which wouldn’t have helped. She looked so desperate sitting at the edge of the seat biting her lips anxiously.  It would be a long twenty minutes watching her friends drinking.  At least it gave Becky something else to think about other than Max. As hen nights go this was one she definitely wouldn’t forget!
Kotoko Iwanaga’s Desperate Walk This is my first fetish fanfiction in years, so please don't be too harsh if you have some criticism. I will accept criticism if you have it though. Kotoko is 19 years old for the record, I know she looks young, but she is a college student. Also, In/Spectre is a great anime that I highly recommend. Any who, enjoy this fanfiction.              19-year-old Kotoko Iwanaga was walking away from a mountain just after finishing solving an argument between two Yokai who were arguing about which one of them owned the top of the mountain. As the Goddess of Wisdom for the Yokai of Japan, it was no surprise that she would be called on to solve problems of all kinds, even petty ones like this. Kotoko took a break from walking to squeeze her thighs together, sighing in annoyance before continuing to walk away, heading to a street that led to a nearby town. The main problem with this request was beginning to show; Kotoko spent 90% of her time on the mountain listening to two Yokai argue like school children and spent her time listening to them while drinking tea. And all that tea was looking for a way out.             Kotoko continued walking up the sidewalk, with her cane tapping on the pavement in sync with her walking. Kotoko started breathing a little heavier as despite her stoic face, her bladder was beginning to pulse a little more and it was getting uncomfortable. Kotoko’s walk led her to a park, and from the open gates of the park, Kotoko saw a public bathroom close to the gates. Kotoko smiled to herself as she turned and walked into the park, shivering as she noticed a fountain right across the bathroom.             “Talk about interesting placement,” Kotoko mumbled to herself before walking over to the bathroom. Kotoko was sure that relief was in sight, but when she got to the door to the Women’s bathroom, she groaned in annoyance as she noticed an ‘Out of Order’ sign on the bathroom door. Kotoko briefly considered going into the Men’s room, but quickly shook her head, and walked back towards the entrance, with Kotoko’s bladder slightly spasming again when she heard the fountain despite her best efforts to ignore it.             “It’s not a big deal, I’m in town, and they’re probably plenty of bathrooms,” Kotoko told herself as she turned back on the sidewalk. Kotoko, however, didn’t take into account the fact that it was past 11 PM, and most public places were closed right now. After another ten minutes of walking, Kotoko’s breathing was getting heavier as she tried everything in her power to not hold herself in public. However, Kotoko noticed that a small store was open while walking, and quickly turned into the store and headed to the cashier.             “Excuse me, may I use your restroom?” Kotoko asked, getting to the point while rubbing her thighs together as another rough spasm rocked her body.             “You can, but you have to buy something first,” the cashier explained, pointing to a sign that said ‘Restroom for Paying Customers Only’. Kotoko looked at the counter to see something she could buy. Coming from a rich family, the price wasn’t really a problem, but she just wanted to buy something and get to the toilet. Luckily, Kotoko noticed a cute pink and purple little Bunny Ball, which she had been collecting since she was a little girl.             “Oh! I don’t have this Bunny Ball. I’ll take this,” Kotoko explained with a smile on her face, briefly forgetting about her bulging bladder. The cashier nodded and scanned the Bunny Ball before handing it back to her.             “OK, that’ll be one dollar,” the cashier said before Kotoko pulled out her purse and gave the man a dollar bill. Once she got the Bunny Ball and put it in her pocket, the cashier pointed to a door with a few people standing in front of it.             “There’s the bathroom,” the cashier said before Kotoko nodded in thanks before walking over and getting in the back of the small line that had formed in front of the bathroom.             ‘OK, three people, that’s not bad. I can hold it that long,’ Kotoko said in her mind as she continued rubbing her thighs together while she waited for the line to go down. Fifteen Minutes Later…             ‘This is harder than I thought,’ Kotoko thought to herself again as, along with pressing her thighs together, she had begun shaking and sweating. Her fists were also balled up with as much force as she could muster to try and take some of the pressure off of her bladder. There was still one person in front of Kotoko, and the other person had been on the toilet for almost ten minutes. Kotoko tried looking around the store, hoping something would catch her eye enough to distract her from the pressing need, but so far, nothing was working.             ‘Come on! Hurry up! I’m going to go all over my spring outfit!’ Kotoko exclaimed in her mind while glaring at the bathroom door. In a perfect example of good timing, the toilet in the bathroom flushed, causing Kotoko’s bladder to release a wave. Kotoko moaned quietly as the woman in front of her went into the bathroom, and as Kotoko was in the middle of praying for the woman in front of her to hurry up, she got a phone call. Kotoko grumbled in annoyance as she grabbed her cell phone, planning on just ignoring the call, but when she saw that her boyfriend, Kuro Sakuragawa was calling, she took a deep breath and responded.             “Hello? Oh, hello Kuro-Senpai…Yeah, I’m fine, I got those Yokai to get along…I’m on my way home…Huh? Oh, I’m fine, it’s just a little chilly outside.” As Kotoko conversed with her boyfriend while continuing to stem the contents of her bladder, another woman had just finished purchasing a few items and walked towards the bathroom. The woman inside the bathroom also had flushed and was in the process of washing her hands as Kotoko tried to end the conversation as quickly but also as politely as possible.             “OK Kuro, I’ll be sure to be safe…I have to get back to walking,” Kotoko continued as the bathroom became free, and the woman, noticing that Kotoko was on the phone, walked in front of the bathroom door. Kotoko then exchanged goodbyes with Kuro before hanging up the phone, and she looked shocked at the woman in front of her, who had opened the bathroom door.             “Hey! I was in line first, why’re you cutting in front of me!?”             “You were on the phone, that’s not my fault,” the woman said before going into the bathroom.             “Hey! I’m about to pee myself if you get back in line like you’re supposed to!”             “Well I’m about to shit myself, so I think my predicament is a little more serious than yours!” the woman called out as she started unleashing some diarrhea into the toilet. Kotoko growled and looked as though she was going to continue the argument, but started making her way out of the store, thanking the cashier on the way out for the Bunny Ball. At this point, the pressure on Kotoko’s bladder was too much and she started pressing her hand in between her thighs.             “Shit…I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last,” Kotoko whispered to herself as she walked back onto the sidewalk. While walking, Kotoko looked around her, trying to find any place that could possibly have a bathroom. Most of the buildings that Kotoko saw were closed, so she looked at an alleyway, thinking of just dropping her panties and peeing there. However, while she was thinking about it, Kotoko noticed a couple of lights coming from the apartment next to the alleyway, decided that it wasn’t worth the risk of getting caught with her panties down, and walked off.             “Fuck…,” Kotoko moaned as she was hit with another wave, pressing her hand even harder between her thighs. After another five minutes of walking, Kotoko noticed an apartment building that looked familiar to her. After a minute of thinking, Kotoko recognized this apartment as the home of Kuro’s ex-girlfriend, Saki Yumihara. Kotoko moaned as she felt pee almost leak out of her, and she decided to walk to Saki’s apartment room. Climbing up the stairs with a full bladder was hard, and she almost leaked a couple of times, but she made it to Saki’s floor. Kotoko steadied herself to the best of her abilities before walking over to Saki’s door and knocking on the door. Less than a moment later, Saki opened the door, looking confused at the Goddess of Wisdom in front of her.             “Kotoko?”             “Uh…hi Saki. What've you been up to lately?”             “Well, not much, but what’re you doing here?”             “I’m just going to level with you, I have to pee. Can I use your bathroom?” Kotoko asked as quickly as she possibly could while pushing her hands as hard as she could between her legs as the force of this wave going through her bladder was enough to bend her 90 degrees.             “Is it an emergency?”             “I literally have an ocean in my bladder right now! So yeah, I’d say it’s an emergency!” Kotoko yelled, her patience running seriously thin as she felt as though she was gonna spray like a fire hydrant. Saki chuckled a little at Kotoko’s outburst and the way she was hopping on her one good leg and decided to have a little fun with Kotoko before letting her in.             “I don’t know, that doesn’t seem like how you ask someone to use their bathroom, now does it?” Saki asked leaning against the doorframe. Kotoko started whining as she shook her head at practical hypersonic speed.             “I’m sorry. Please, let me use your bathroom, I really can’t hold it much longer!” Kotoko apologized, bending over again as she tried her best to keep the tidal wave at bay. Saki laughed before walking out of the doorframe, much to Kotoko’s relief, even if it wasn’t close to the relief she wanted to feel.             “OK, I was just messing around. Just go down the hall, and it’s the second door to your right,” Saki explained, pointing at the bathroom door. Kotoko nodded in thanks as she walked inside Saki’s apartment, her vision completely focused on the bathroom. After what felt like an eternity, Kotoko finally made it to the bathroom, opened the door, and she practically pissed herself at the sight of the toilet.             “Ah! No…no!” Kotoko exclaimed as she stopped the flow of pee, locked the door behind her, turned on the bathroom fan, and quickly started fumbling with her dress. After a moment of practically jumping up and down despite her prosthetic leg, she was finally able to keep her dress up, took her panties down, and ran over to the toilet. After taking several deep breaths, Kotoko fell on the toilet, her ass firmly planting itself onto the toilet seat. Kotoko took one more breath before she finally unleashed her torrent. As her stream hit the still waters of the toilet bowl, Kotoko couldn’t help but release a loud sigh of relief that almost rivaled the noise coming from the fan.             “Ahhhhhhh…Oh yeah…sweet relief…,” Kotoko moaned in pleasure as she released more and more urine into the toilet. Kotoko’s urine was as clear as the water in the toilet, and it just kept coming. Kotoko’s brain was temporarily out of commission as she finally got the relief that she had been waiting for what felt like hours. In actuality, Kotoko had been on Saki’s toilet for a couple of minutes, her stream not tapering down in the slightest. “Mmmm…this feels so good,” Kotoko mumbled as she basked in the feeling of her bladder finally being emptied. After another minute of blissful peeing, her stream finally trickled down.             “Ahhhh…,” Kotoko moaned in relief before letting out a quick fart. Kotoko looked surprised as she let out another quick fart, causing her to sigh and look around as she had finally stopped peeing. Kotoko realized she must’ve been so focused on her bladder that she ignored her body telling her that she had to take a dump too.             “Well…since I’m here, I might as well,” Kotoko mumbled to herself before pushing. Once Kotoko started pushing, she immediately pushed out two small logs of shit that plunked harmlessly into the toilet. Kotoko let out an involuntary sigh as she pushed a third log that was slightly thicker and longer than the previous two. Kotoko, starting to get annoyed that the log wasn’t stopping, pushed even harder, to the point where her teeth were grinding and her face was turning red.             “Come…on! Why…won’t…you…get out!” Kotoko complained before after another minute of pushing, the third turd finally fell out of her ass and into the toilet, causing some splashback to come onto her ass. Kotoko almost jumped before one final turd shot out of her, and after pushing one last time, Kotoko smiled when she finally realized that she was empty. Kotoko sighed in relief before grabbing some toilet paper and wiping her ass and front with the paper. While she was wiping, Kotoko looked down at her panties to see if there was any damage, and to her chagrin, there was a small spot of pee in the center of her panties.             “Ugh. Well, at least that’s all it was,” Kotoko mumbled to herself as she finally finished wiping. Kotoko got back to her feet, pulled her panties back up, and flushed the toilet. Kotoko then put her dress back in place, walked over to the sink, and washed her hands, trying to keep thoughts of what would’ve happened if Kotoko didn’t make it to the toilet. After she was done washing her hands, Kotoko washed her face to clean the sweat off of her face before drying herself with a towel, grabbing her cane, turning off the fan, and leaving the bathroom.             “Ahhhh…much better. Thank you Saki, I really appreciate this,” Kotoko said as she walked to the front door while Saki was watching a movie on her TV.             “Don’t mention it, it’s nothing really.”             “It wasn’t nothing. If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve flooded my panties in front of everyone,” Kotoko explained causing Saki to chuckle.             “Well, in any sense, I hope you have a good walk back home, and tell Kuro I said hi.” Normally, Kotoko would be mad at Saki for talking about her ex like that, since Kotoko was now dating him and wanted her to be the only woman to have his eye. But, Saki did save Kotoko from making a giant mess in her panties and dress, so she couldn’t be too mad.             “No problem. See you around, Saki,” Kotoko said before leaving the apartment. As she walked down the stairs, Kotoko took the Bunny Ball out of her pocket, finally being in the right frame of mind to mark out about the fact she got the rare purple and pink Bunny Ball that she had been looking for since she was 10. Edited April 22, 2022 by AJA (see edit history)
MY DEAREST KATY - I have a most amusing story to share with you! Yesterday Clarence and Geoff took Elsie and me up to Cheyenne canyon for the afternoon. You know the one? We took you last time you were out? At this time of year it is filled with the most delightful penstamens, columbines, and early crocus, and there is still enough melt for the waterfall to splash reliably. It really is the best of our canyons, though we must be considered quite spoiled in the way of such things. After we had finished a late lunch: cold roast joint, good bread, raspberries and cream, and a bit too much iced tea, as it transpired, but before we we quite ready to return to the ‘hut’, one of those storms we are also blessed of in abundance blew in very quickly. It was all we could do to scramble into the carryall before we got soaked through!  You know the trip back to the High Valley and home is not too long. But dearest sister, for a woman who has recently been pregnant and who was rushed into leaving before she could inspect the bushes it was entirely long enough. The ride back was an absolute anxious agony. I simply couldn’t ask to stop and stretch my legs for the rain was both heavy and incessant, there was nothing to do but cross my legs as tightly as possible and hang on. I fear I was such poor company so far as conversation that Clarence and Geoff gave up trying to talk to Elsie and me and had their own discourse primarily about the weather and cattle. Which is most of what they talk about with each other at any time so far as I can tell. I’m embarrassed to say it’s not until we were nearly back in the Valley that it even occurred to me that Elsie must be in much the same situation as me! The poor pet had her legs crossed twice over and hadn’t said a word in half an hour before I realised, not that I was not as completely helpless to assist her as I was to help myself. Now, I have permission from Elsie to tell her part of this story as well, so don’t think me a terrible gossip. Now it is all over she finds it as funny as I do, and I’m sure you must! But at the time I think she was quite vexed. Very naturally, I felt the same, to be in such a situation with our husbands just a few feet away.  I reached out to hold her hand and assure her that we must be home and relieved within fifteen minutes at most. Which I was fairly confident I might manage, if barely. But poor Elsie near fell against me as she whispered in my ear that “she wouldn’t be able to last fifteen minutes”. I simply had no way to help but to encourage her to find strength to carry on, there was no other option. Alas, I’m afraid to say, Elsie’s prediction proved true and a gentle trickle found it’s way onto the floor of the carryall. Mercifully her husband was still turned around to talk to mine during all this. I quickly put my boots in the path of her liquid to keep it from casual reveal and held her hand tightly as a small comfort. But surely the back of her dress must be soaked, even as the rest of her was dry, and her indiscretion revealed upon our arrival. And as much as I felt for lovely Elsie I was yet worried that my dress may meet the same fate!  Just as I, and surely she, were trying to plan for her to slip away unnoticed, we became stuck in a thick patch of mud! Clarence and Geoff worked to unstick us but the delay was sure to prove a final straw to my hopes of lasting till we reached home. Indeed, I’m afraid even without the delay I may have been unable. Except it also offered both us a window of salvation. “Let’s join the boys outside!” I suggested to our forlorn Elsie, “If all of you is wet…” Our menfolk were horrified. But we assured them that we were no society ladies afraid of a little rain and if our loves must become wet we should wish the same for ourselves. I’m afraid they must have thought us quite silly. At a safe distance Elsie began to apologise to me for what had happened. Of course I quickly quietened her and assured her that I had very nearly done the same as she. With wide eyes she suggested that we visit a nearby stand of juvenile junipers but I had to inform her that, “it was too late.”  For I’m afraid, my beautiful sister, it was indeed too late. My legs were entirely awash with my own waters, filling my boots utterly. It is, I believe, not possible to contain so much while you are under a rainstorm. Of course the advantage of such a rainstorm is the evidence is quite washed away. Though I assure you, from how my lingerie clung, I knew very well what I’d done. After I’d finished, and assured Elsie that the wet patch on the back of her dress had been joined by so many other wet patches as to be unremarkable, we returned to the carryall, and endeavoured to drip sufficiently as to disguise her earlier wetness on the baseboards. And I’m very happy to report the men never had any idea of any of this! I hope this letter finds you well my dearest Katy, and as always, if you find yourself at a loose end you must come visit. We are still expecting a visit from Johnnie and Papa next month and it would be wonderful to have you as well… Give my best to Ned, and Rose if you see her. All my love, YOUR OWN, CLOVER  I don’t usually write fanfic. But when I do it’s based on obscure novels from the nineteenth century. 🤷‍♀️
Foreword Hi, reader! This story is a somewhat unusual one, but I hope the high concept will capture your imagination. I was planning to finshing this story completely before I posted it, but as these things often do it became a lot longer than I had initially anticipated. I am also going to be leaving soon to travel for a while, so it like a good time to post this thing since I wouldn't be able to work on it for a while. I know I can be a little spotty with updating my stories at times (Life gets in the way), but if people seem to enjoy this one I'm going to try finishing it when I get back home again. Either way, it was a fun story to work on so I hope it will be equally enjoyable to read! Panty Allergy: Part 1 For her entire life, Annica had suffered from a rather unusual condition. Simply put, as long as she was wearing clothes covering her bottom bits, she would be completely unable to pee. Whether she was wearing jeans, a skirt or even just a pair of panties, not a drop would escape her. Now, this may in fact seem like an advantage – allowing Annica to avoid wetting herself in case of an emergency. And it might have been, had that been the only part of her condition. However, Annica was also unable to pee for about twenty minutes after removing anything covering her lower parts. As you can imagine, this was highly inconvenient whenever Annica left her home. By necessity, she had cultivated a significant endurance, but she still ran into situations where she ended up having to hold it far beyond what was comfortable from time to time. This is one of those times. Annica had known the five-hour train ride would be somewhat challenging given her condition but had not foreseen the issues this particular trip would cause. A few factors throughout the day had conspired against her. To start, she had severely overslept, causing her to rush to the train station and completely missing her chance at a morning pee. To make matters worse, the train’s arrival had been delayed by an entire hour. During this wait, Annica couldn’t exactly pee either despite there being a toilet at the station, as she would either need to drop her pants in public or wait inside the toilet and potentially miss her train. And to top it all off, when Annica finally got onto the train after what felt like an eternity, it got stuck on the rails after just over two hours. And it was for these three reasons that Annica was absolutely bursting to pee less than a third into her train ride. I would like to make an attempt at providing a visual description of this particular moment in time, as Annica realizes she is in quite the troubling situation. It was 13:07 at this precise point in time, just around three and a half hours since Annica woke up. She is sitting on a window seat, having all of the four-seat booth to herself. The seats themselves have a velvety red color, and the view from the window is somewhat dour at the moment – barren forests and poor weather. Annica herself is clothed fairly casually – a red worn-out plain t-shirt, jean skirt and a heavy jacket. The seats come furnished with a folding table, and the one next to Annica has an empty coffee cup as well as a crumb-covered wad of paper that once held a sandwich. And as I mentioned before, the train was completely and disappointingly still. While Annica is afforded some privacy as a result of having no seat-neighbors at the moment, the rest of her car is populated enough that dropping her pants for an hour seemed rather unfeasible, for several reasons. Lowering her skirt and panties for just a moment felt risky enough, to say nothing of keeping them down for almost half an hour! Furthermore, if someone saw what she was doing, how could she possibly explain her situation in any reasonable way? Annica was reminded of a horrifically embarrassing situation from when she was younger and had been in a similar plight. Searing pain and desperation had pushed her to try to go pantsless for an extended period in a much less public situation than this. Back then she had been discovered and had to tearfully explain her condition while wearing nothing downstairs – a double blow to her dignity. Now, in the train, she was not quite as mind-shatteringly desperate as she had been back then, but she was also more than three hours away from any kind of privacy. And to make matters worse, even when she did reach that privacy, she’d still have to wait the last agonizing twenty minutes before she could relieve herself due to her condition. With all of this in mind, it’s not so strange that Annica is carefully considering her options. Her pee-addled brain definitely makes it harder to focus, but she remains keenly aware that things were only going to get worse from here. It was critical that she found some kind of solution while she was still capable of thinking straight. She decides to spend some time walking down the corridors of the train to figure out what she had to work with. Due to her unsubtle, slightly hunched over posture, anyone taking more of a cursory glance would have to conclude she was in quite desperate need of a toilet. However, that same person would of course deduce she was headed straight towards one of the two train bathrooms, concluding that she would soon be relieved of her problem. Instead, Annica walks right by the first bathroom, then the second. Nobody pays her enough attention to make a note of this, but if anyone had observed her for the duration of her walk, they would undoubtedly have found her behavior strange. Any normal person as full as Annica was would have rushed into the first bathroom as soon as they saw it, but getting inside was not going to be of much use to her unless she could then also stay inside for a while. Since neither of the bathrooms appear to be suffering from especially heavy traffic, Annica makes up her mind. Looping back around, she enters the first bathroom. Quickly, she removes her skirt and underwear and sits down on the toilet, which still had the seat down. Unsurprisingly, no liquid escapes in the toilet bowl despite how full Annica is. The upcoming hour was undoubtedly going to be slow, but at least our heroine was going to get to pee, right? Sitting on the toilet, nude waist down, and absolutely desperate to pee would undoubtedly be both strange extremely and uncomfortable for most people. For Annica, it was something she’d experienced several times in the past even though she always tried her hardest to avoid it. Her bladder pushed against her stomach, and seemingly Annica was having a hard time finding a sort of comfortable sitting position while naked. A few times she stands up, and paces back and forth, which is more of a waddle with her skirt on her ankles. She gets her phone out and scrolls aimlessly, perhaps to take her mind of her need to pee. Again, I would like to paint an image of this moment, as Annica sits on the toilet waiting. Her posture is a lot stiffer than what you would usually expect for someone seated on porcelain, straight-backed rather than slightly hunched over. Her tee is slightly displaced, only halfway covering what is a very noticeable bulge on Annica’s lower stomach. A little over fifteen minutes since Annica entered the train bathroom, a knocking sound emanates from the other side of the door. Then, a woman’s voice “Excuse me, but are you finished soon? My daughter really needs to go.”. Annica visibly tenses, and appears to nearly drop her phone before balancing it on the nearby sink. She responds “I-I’m having some stomach issues. There is another toilet, it might be free s-sooner?” Annica strokes her midsection when she finishes speaking, perhaps because the sudden commotion agitated her bladder. Only a minute later, there is more knocking and the same woman’s voice, now with a tinge of desperation “Please, the second restroom is out of order. My daughter is about to have an accident!”. Now, I think it’s worth elaborating on Annica’s inner thoughts at this point in time. When she responded the first time, she was desperately attempting to ensure the other toilet would be used. She had already spent nearly twenty uncomfortable minutes inside the bathroom, and hours before that bursting to pee. If she could just stay like this for a few minutes longer, she would finally get her long-awaited relief. In that light, I think the slight selfishness on her part can be forgiven. However, as soon as she heard the second plea, a different sort of image appeared in her mind. It was that of a young daughter, who unavoidably going to wet herself unless Annica acted now. As a grown woman, Annica simply had no choice. She barely felt any discomfort as she stood up and covered herself up, though she did give one last longing glance towards the toilet seat before she left the toilet for good. Stepping outside, Annica is witness to the full extent of the issue she had been the cause of. The daughter was not the young girl Annica had imagined, but nonetheless seemed to be in a state of genuine desperation as she rushed inside the stall. In addition to that, a line of several women had formed since Annica entered the bathroom, and each of them seemed clearly quite eager to get their turn in. There was a tall, blonde-haired girl exchanging worried looks with her shorter travelling companion who looked quite worse for wear and openly fidgeting. Another woman in too tight-fitting jeans was blushing with grit teeth, betraying the fact that she was in a bad spot. The mother, seemingly having secured a more favorable spot in the queue for her daughter but not herself, regretfully eyed the closed bathroom door while making her way to the back of the queue. Annica, not wanting to deal with any further embarrassment, hurried back to her seat. How will Annica resolve her predicament? Find out in the next part... Edited April 22, 2022 by DerivativeWings (see edit history)
Panty Allergy: Part 2 A couple minutes later, and Annica has returned to her seat. The time was now 13:41. Careful observation would reveal her bladder’s bulge through her tee and skirt, though there was nobody around Annica who would pay such close attention to her at this time. Annica’s desperation was still “bearable”, in the sense that she’s capable of thinking somewhat clearly. Well, clearly enough to curse herself over missing her chance to pee, at least. Even so, she had some found resolve to hold out after selflessly giving up her relief. However, more and more of her mind was becoming clouded with thoughts of how badly she needs to go. And this would only get worse as she kept waiting. Time passed, as Annica waited. A few times, she went to check on the bathrooms again. But the bathroom in the back remained out of order, and there was always at least one person waiting outside the other one. Annica simply did not have the guts to make a second attempt as long as there was only one bathroom available, so discouraged was she after her previous failure. But her bladder gave her no quarter. As time passed, her already overfull bladder kept filling and filling. With every passing minute, there was more and more and more liquid, causing greater and greater and greater urgency. And unless Annica did something, that liquid would have no hope of leaving her. The time was now 14:46. The train was still not moving. At this point, desperate thoughts would be swimming around in her head leaving little room for other thought. Thoughts like “Please, I have to pee so badly!”, “If I could just wet myself, I would!” and “My bladder is already too full, and I still have to wait for several hours!”. The resolve she had an hour ago had been reduced to almost nothing thanks to the still train. With that in mind, it is not so strange Annica’s actions would become increasingly unpredictable. Options that she would have considered impossible an hour prior were now on the table. And even though she was disinclined to take any action that might result in massive embarrassment, the longer her brain and bladder was made to marinate in this unavoidable agony the more likely it became she would. In other words, with more than three hours left of the trip it was completely unavoidable that Annica would have to find some kind of solution that let her pee ahead of schedule – even if that solution broke all social norms. Four minutes later, Annica stood up from her seat. Mustering significant effort to remain composed, she walks to the train bathrooms one final time. There is a queue. Four women in various stages of desperation wait outside the door to the first one. She does not stop to look at the queue, or join it. After all, even if she was allowed to cut ahead there is no way she could stay inside for twenty minutes. She keeps going to the next bathroom. At this point in time, it had an “out of order” sign on it. Annica feels the handle, confirming that it is in fact locked. Crestfallen, she returns to her seat. By 14:52, Annica had ran out of options. She was in such severe pain due to her full-to-the-brim bladder. The knowledge that she would have to keep holding it for an indeterminate amount of time, three more hours at best, was further degrading her mental state. She was understandably worried that her bladder, unbearably full now, would end up in a state beyond agony if she had to wait that long. With her intense desperation and this mental state in mind, what she decided to do next was only understandable. At 14:54, Annica carefully unbuttoned her skirt, then took it off and put it into her bag. Then, looking to the side one last time to make sure the coast was clear, she also took off her panties. She held them for a moment, perhaps resentful over how they restricted her ability to pee. Nobody was looking, but if anyone had been, they would have seen a rather strange scene. A woman, sitting totally bottomless in her seat, holding a pair of completely pristine teal panties with her impossible-not-to-notice bladder bulge on full display. Any such watcher would of course assume this lady was having a major urinary emergency and was about to pee on the floor to avoid a wetting. Perhaps if this hypothetical watcher knew about the queue to the toilet, they could put two and two together. However, such a watcher would of course be mistaken. Annica was not peeing, and she was not going to either unless she could remain like this unnoticed for another twenty minutes. The suffering Annica was going through for these minutes was of a special kind. A type of peril so odd and unusual most people would not experience it throughout their lives. The agony of sitting naked, full-bladdered yet completely unable to go was only intensified by the fear of being found out. If anyone realized what Annica was doing, it was possible she would have to put her panties and skirt back on again. This threat kept her heart pounding, and her mind on full alert. Exposed as she was, anyone who took even a cursory glance at her was likely to realize what she was doing. And it was while Annica was in this vulnerable, scared and desperate state that the train started moving again. After more than two hours of standstill, the train had finally decided to move. Even though Annica wanted nothing more than for the train to arrive so she could get her relief, she recognized this was bad news. For a while now, nobody had walked past Annica’s seat. However, any change to the circumstances could lead to a change in situation. The train moving meant people getting on and off, and that meant someone might walk past her, or take a seat near her. Her way of thinking was, at this point in time, fixated on relief. She wanted nothing more than keeping her panties off for however much time remained before she could pee. And so, in this state she could only recognize the train’s movement as a threat to her mind’s desire. Annica was terribly frightened someone would walk by, and even as the minutes passed she could not reason out a plan or way to explain herself if that were to happen – she was simply too desperate to think straight. In a different world, perhaps the cosmic forces that be would have taken pity on Annica and allowed her to wait out the twenty minutes with no interruptions or bad fortune. In that world, she would have had an extremely relieving pee on the train floor. However, this was not to be. A little over minutes after Annica had removed her nether garments, the train once again ground to a halt. This time, it was at an actual station. The doors opened, greeting a handful of people waiting for their late train. Annica’s heart, at this point, must have been beating out of her chest. A man, speaking on his phone, walked towards her seat. Anyone who even looked at Annica’s face at this point would instantly react to her look of fear, despair and pain and realize something was wrong, never mind her lack of pants. However, the man simply walked past Annica and found his seat, distracted by the conversation on his phone. Annica’s pulse spiked in that moment. Had she been able to, she would undoubtedly have lost control and started peeing into her seat. But of course, that was not possible for her. The train was moving once again. Annica returns to her state of unease, looking around the train. Even though she had evaded disaster, she could not in that moment shake a sense of terrible foreboding. The source of this bad omen was not known to Annica at the time, but far down the train was a ticket inspector moving seat to seat, shouting “tickets please.”. One seat at a time, the ticket inspector was heading closer and closer to Annica. Annica would soon be faced with this new danger. Yet before we reach that point I would, again, paint a picture of her current situation. I do this in order to impart upon you that Annica was now more desperate than she had been in her entire life, and perhaps more desperate than she ever will be. It had, at this point, been more than twenty hours since Annica last peed. I previously mentioned she had missed her morning pee, which accounted for seventeen of those hours; that is to say, Annica had gone to sleep at ten in the evening and not peed since then. However, Annica had also neglected to pee immediately before going to bed, instead taking the opportunity to go after her dinner at half past six. In both cases, her travel fatigue had caused this mishap, as she had been too tired to think to take a pee before going to bed, and too tired to wake up in time for a morning pee. Now, while twenty hours is a long time to go without relief, time is not everything. Annica had even held it for longer in the past. But even so I insist that this time was her most desperate so far. This came down to two additional factors – how full her bladder was, and her mental state. Now, nobody could claim that Annica’s wasn’t full after twenty hours with no relief. But what they may still not realize was just how full it really was. As Annica had peed some twenty minutes after dinner, she had not yet metabolized what she drank while eating. These two glasses of wine were only the starting point. Before going to bed, she had also had a large cup of tea with honey. And then when she woke up, she had not had any time to eat breakfast due to running late. To make sure she had something to keep her going, she had downed a glass of milk before hurrying out of her lodgings. Then, while waiting for her train, she had gotten a one-liter bottle of carbonated water from a vending machine to stay hydrated. And finally, she had carelessly been drinking coffee out of boredom just a few hours ago. In other words, Annica’s bladder wasn’t simply full. It was, in fact, as close to as full as it could be after twenty hours with no toilet. This finally brings me to the last factor of Annica’s desperation – her mental state. In terms of willpower, Annica had reached the end of her rope. Anyone would understand that Annica was feeling the pressure in more than one way – serious pain from her overfull bladder, and anxiety over potentially being caught in her current state. However, there was much more driving Annica’s emotions in this moment. Since her last successful pee, she had suffered several defeats; and each had been worse than the last. There had been many times when she could have peed if she had just acted a little differently, or had the opportunity to pee but had squandered it. If she had peed before going to bed, if she had woken up sooner, if she had tried the train bathroom earlier, if she had peed at the train station, if she had waited a little longer in the train bathroom, if, if, if. If she had done any of those things, she wouldn’t be in this horrible situation. And with all that came the knowledge that she might lose the opportunity to pee yet again if someone realized what she was doing. How many more times would she try and fail to pee if she didn’t get her relief this time? Annica was so full, so desperate for relief, and with all of this in mind she had determined she needed to pee now, no matter the cost. And soon, she would be able to get her relief. As she had been checking the watch, Annica knew that she would be able to pee any minute now. And it was then Annica started to consider her options once again. So far, she had been laser focused on getting her relief no matter the cost. Even if she had to pee on the floor. But now the end was in sight. And with that in mind, Annica could think a little clearer. She could think clearly enough to remember the one-liter bottle of carbonated water she’d had at the train station, and how that bottle was still inside her bag. Now, both you and I know there is more than just a liter in Annica’s bladder. But despite that, it was not a half-bad plan. After relieving herself of that liter, Annica would have options. Perhaps she could find something else to pee in, or even put her panties back on and start checking the toilet again. Either way, it would significantly raise her chances of getting out of this situation both relieved and free of needing to explain a massive puddle. Annica grabs the bottle, and gently brings it into position. She is now ready to start filling it as soon as her twenty minutes are up. Any second now. Any second n-.  “Excuse me miss. Please, use the train bathrooms – they should be free right now.” O, misfortune of misfortunes. With her current pose, it was not possible for anyone to misunderstand what Annica was about to do. Of course, Annica wanted nothing more than to follow the ticker inspector’s directions. If she could just pee in the toilet, all of her worries would dissipate. She would get her long-deserved relief while avoiding the mortification of several lifetimes she was currently experiencing. But it was impossible – getting up to use the toilet would unavoidably mean putting her clothes back on first. And despite her total embarrassment, the pain and volume in her bladder more than tipped the scales. She couldn’t wait any longer, she just had to pee as soon as possible. Even adding an additional twenty minutes before her relief was unthinkable. “I-I..ah… I’m so s-sorry! I-I can’t move or I-I’ll…!” Annica was far beyond able to come up with even the simplest lie. However, her body did not quite seem to agree with the truth of her need to pee, at least in the eyes of an onlooker. After all, there was still nothing coming out of her. Even with her pee hole pointed directly at the cup, not even a small leak would escape. Every second must have felt like an age – to Annica and the confused ticket inspector both. Annica, waiting desperately to start relieving herself into the bottle even with an audience. And the ticket inspector, unsure of how long it was appropriate to wait before speaking up again. Eventually, the horrifying silence became too much. “If you can just hold it for a few seconds, I ask that you come with me to the bathrooms. They are just nearby.” Annica stood up, then. What else could she do? Explaining the situation was just too much for her in her current state. “And please,” the ticket inspector looks a little concerned. “Put something on first.” It was as if these horrible words became Annica’s herald, her clarion call. The final sign her body needed to give in. Of course, the true reason was that her twenty minutes were up, and that now that she was finally able to pee, she had neither willpower nor strength left to stop it. Now that she could pee, she would pee. It left her body like a torrent, carried by gravity until it splashed against the floor. Unconsciously, Annica had slightly parted her legs. Anyone staring at her lower abdomen would be able to visibly how it deflated as urine left her body in a hurry. And anyone who could see or even hear her would be shocked at just how hard she was peeing given she was for all intents and purposes wetting herself. But you and I both know the reason – now that she was finally able to relieve herself fully she simply had to do it, no matter the circumstances. If there was any doubt as to the relief Annica felt in that moment, her generous moans would have been the final giveaway. That is, if anyone could hear them over the raging waterfall. And other than the ticket inspector, there was one more who could see and hear Annica’s relief. I have told this story as someone who witnessed this critical moment. Just a few minutes prior, I had boarded this train. I had been a long time abroad, and this particular train was the last one I would have to ride before finally coming home. At that time, I had walked past Annica’s seat, completely oblivious to her desperation. However, when the ticket inspector arrived it had been impossible to ignore the clearly desperate-to-pee and half-naked lady a few seats down from my own. I didn’t exactly want to stare, but hopefully you will understand my shock and curiosity in that moment. And as Annica started peeing, the greatest pee I have ever witnessed, I simply couldn’t take my eyes away. But enough about myself. I have, at best, a minor role to serve in this story. And details such as how I came to learn about Annica’s condition and the circumstances that led to my witnessing her relief are irrelevant to this particular story. Now, we return to the moment of Annica’s relief. Annica’s pee stream kept going and going for what felt like an eternity. I suspect the ticket inspector was too stunned to speak. But all things must end, even a pee so desperately needed as this one. Annica stopped peeing almost as suddenly as she began, her stream going from full blast to nothing in an instant. One last spurt fully empties her bladder, finally. Annica looks up again, shyly. “I-um. I have my ticket in the bag.” Edited October 18, 2022 by DerivativeWings (see edit history)
This is VERY loosely based on a true story my girlfriend told me about a time in college when she couldn't use the bathroom during a break during a freshman orientation lecture because the line was too long. She ended up desperately holding until the next break, and then making it to the front of the line. I accidentally posted it before it was ready, but here we are with the full thing. Allie's Orientation, Part 1 For the first time, Allie found herself in Park Auditorium, the largest lecture hall at Melsey College, along with the 495 other freshmen who had shown up early enough to avoid being forced into one of the smaller runoff rooms where video would be shown instead of a live lecture. The presenter, a cheery upperclassman named Leila, was going over the ins and outs of campus - how the student ID's worked, the grades system, academic honesty policies, and so on. Allie loved to be punctual, and had ensured that she and her new roommate Danny were early enough to get seats near the front. She was seated in an uncomfortable swivel chair in the eighth row, on the far left side of the room. Melsley was one of the few remaining women's colleges, so there were two girls to her left between Allie and the wall, and to her right were seven girls between her and one of the aisles passing to the back of the lecture hall. In front of her on the long desk was the freshman orientation schedule (10:00 to 11:40 - session 1, 11:40 - 12:00 - short break, 12:00 - 12:10 - catering, 12:10 - 2:00 - session 2, 2:00 - 3:00 - long break, 3:00 - 5:00 - session 3). In her hand was a pen with the Melsey logo on it, and next to the schedule on the desk was a Melsey College branded notebook and a nearly-empty Melsey College travel mug, from her collection of welcome gifts that she had taken with her from her new dorm room. She was putting all those welcome gifts to good use, including the travel mug, which was now nearly empty. Her mom was strict and had not approved of caffeine, so she had rarely drank coffee in high school. If she was being honest, she didn't really like the bitter darkness of the coffee she was drinking now. Originally she had been planning to fill her mug with water, but she wanted to look cool and sophisticated in front of her new roommate Danny, who had pointed out the coffee machine when they went to the dining hall together that morning. "You must be tired after staying up so late last night!" Danny had said. So she had forced down a full mug of the stuff with breakfast at the dining hall to pep herself up. Now, nearly an hour and a half into this orientation lecture, Allie was regretting that she hadn't stuck with water like she was used to. She was especially regretting that she hadn't ignored Danny when she had helpfully told Ally she should refill her mug on the way out to have something to drink during orientation, leading her to sip away until she had nearly finished off the second mug. She could feel an uncomfortable urge in her bladder - not an emergency, but she would rather feel comfortable. Danny was in the seat to Allie's right. Danny - short for Daniela - was Allie's arranged roommate, a tall girl from Las Cruces, New Mexico, with perfect flowing black hair and gorgeous light brown skin. Melsey had given them each other's contact information at the beginning of the summer, and they had kept in touch, excitedly coordinating who brought which furniture and appliances, and planning things to do once they met in person. Danny was fun, and cool. Allie had found herself looking forward to her weekly phone calls with Danny more than anything else in her life. They had even briefly enjoyed texting each other low resolution photos, until her mom discovered the $25 charge on their next phone bill and put a stop to it. Allie wanted nothing more than for Danny to be her best friend. She had spent the drive to college nervously hoping that Danny would be as friendly and approving of her in person as she had over the phone that summer. To her delight, they had gotten along swimmingly in their first night at college, staying up until 3 AM exploring their dorm Roberson Hall, setting up their room, and talking, before they couldn't stay up any longer and had to pass out. Hence, Danny telling her to get coffee the next morning. Remembering the coffee interrupted her thoughts about Danny, and sent another urge coursing through her bladder. She squeezed her legs together under her skirt, trying to get comfortable again. That coffee was really doing a number on her. Over the next few minutes the urge got worse and worse. She started tapping her leg, and finally crossing her legs together to keep her urge under control, occasionally squeezing them tighter when the urge peaked. She was only half paying attention to Leila now, and looked around the room for something to distract her. She was surprised to see Danny staring down at her lap. Had Danny noticed Allie acting out of sorts? Allie blushed at the attention, hoping Danny didn't think she was being weird. Then Danny seemed to notice Allie was looking at her, and the two caught a glance. Danny flashed a nervous-looking smile at Allie, and quickly looked back to Leila at the front of the room. Finally, a few minutes later, Leila said the words Allie had been waiting for. "All right everyone, time for a short break. Let's see, it's 11:54 now. normally we break at 11:40 and break for 20 minutes, so let's cut it a little short and have everyone back in ten minutes." Allie noticed that some other occupants of the lecture hall had already started standing up and filing out of their rows before Leila had finished talking, and she wished to do so herself, but neither Danny nor any of the other girls in her row had moved to stand. Leila continued, "We will be giving out lunch when you're back, and anyone not here by the end of break will miss it, so don't be late. There is a restroom right outside the back right exit for those in Park Auditorium. If you're in one of the runoff rooms, the RA assigned to your room can direct you to the closest one. Be back at 12:05 sharp." With that, Leila herself rushed up the aisle to the exit, before most of the freshmen had the opportunity to get out of their seats. Danny stretched and stood up. "Finally! I really need to piss," she said, laughing. "How about you?" Allie let out a giggle at Danny's crass language, and responded, "Yeah, all that coffee is really catching up with me." She was relieved Danny had mentioned it first; she was now confident she could confide in Danny about her biological urges without her being grossed out, like a few of her high school classmates would have been. The red-haired, freckled girl to her left joined in and said, "Me too, been holding it for a while," and the short girl in the seat next to the wall piped in to agree. The students to the right of Danny had by now filed into the aisle and were on their way toward the bathroom. Danny for some reason was taking her time to get up, slowly marking a few notes into her notebook and collecting things into her bag instead of making her way out, blocking Allie's egress. Allie's bladder was urging her to tell Danny to hurry or to squeeze her way past so she could join the many other students making their way to the bathroom, but she didn't want to look childish in front of Danny. So instead, she stood quietly, shifting her weight from side to side while waiting for Danny to finish up and make her way to the exit. Hadn't Danny just said she needed the bathroom? What was she waiting for? While waiting for Danny, she made some short conversation with the girls next to her. The red-haired girl was named Sarah, and the girl who had been sitting next the wall was a Korean student named Ji-young, "but you can call me Jane". Jane was also assigned to Roberson. Sarah was in Wells Hall, two buildings over, and had met Jane on the way to orientation. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of rearranging the contents in her backpack, Danny had finished packing up and started filing out into the aisle. They slowly made their way out, behind dozens of other students also on their way to the exit. Once they got out into the aisle, Sarah squeezed past the crowd to make it into the hallway faster. Allie wanted to join her, but she didn't want to embarrass herself by looking too desperate in front of Danny, who was dawdling and even allowing people to push past her, so Allie, Danny, and Jane ended up near the end of a long line of students on their way out. Once they had made it to the rear exit, the three of them followed the crowd to the bathroom. To Allie's horror, the line was massive, and disorganized. A crowd of dozens of girls just trying to mob their way into the door where they could all relieve themselves. She saw Leila among the relieved girls coming back - perhaps that was why she had left the lecture hall in such a hurry. Sarah was near the door already, squirming in place but at least near her relief - oh how Allie wished she had joined her. Allie turned to her friends. Jane had a look of intense concentration and had her legs crossed. Danny, on the other hand, was staring intently at all the other girls in line. Her cheeks had darkened for some reason. Was she embarrassed about something? She didn't seem to be making that much of a show of herself, unlike Jane and Sarah. Allie wasn't sure. In any case, she had her own situation to think about. She was bouncing on her toes, trying to do anything she could to distract herself from her growing need without making it too obvious.  Allie glared at the mass of girls in front of her, willing them to pee faster so she could get back to her seat in time for lunch. But it was no use. The minutes ticked away, and they had only made it halfway to the door. "Shoot, it's 12:03," she muttered to Danny and Jane. "Shit, really? Al, looks like we have to choose - lunch or piss. I'm starving, do you think you can wait to the next break?" Danny looked at Allie expectantly. Allie grimaced, not expecting Danny to force this decision on her. Truthfully, her need had become urgent, and she would have rather waited out the line and gone hungry. But she didn't want to be the one to prevent Danny from eating - no way would she do anything to upset her roommate. "Uh... I have to go pretty bad, but I should be able to hold it. Let's go get lunch." Jane agreed, although she looked disappointed. Danny smiled, looking exceptionally pleased with the decision. She must be REALLY hungry, thought Allie. They left the long line of girls and filed back into the lecture hall. A table of sandwiches and sodas had been set up in the front. The three of them collected their food. Finally, sandwiches and coke cans in hand, they went back to their row. They squeezed past the other girls in their row to their seats. Sarah smiled as they returned. "Thank God for the break right? I had to go sooo bad." "Uh, we didn't get a chance to go. The line was too long," Allie responded. Sarah scrunched her face in sympathy. "That sucks." As she sat down once more, Allie saw that near-empty travel mug in front of her and silently cursed her luck. She hoped her need wouldn't get too much worse before the next break. Edited April 22, 2022 by provox (see edit history)
Allie's Orientation, Part 2 --------- Danny had not been lying about being hungry; she had wolfed down the whole sandwich in the next five minutes, and even gulped down the can of coke, excusing herself and laughing after she let out a quiet burp. Allie pecked away at the sandwich, but had decided she would not be touching the soda. For the next several minutes, Allie kept wondering if she should pop out and try to use the bathroom and then come back in. At one point, around 12:15, five minutes after the break was supposed to end, she had practically made up her mind to do it. But by that point, the last few of her classmates had trickled in, and Leila cleared up the sandwiches and began the next session. I could have stayed longer in the line, Allie thought, a little resentment stirring in her toward Leila and Danny for tag teaming to make her miss using the bathroom during the break. But it was her own decision to leave the line, and her decision not to leave the lecture hall again to rejoin the line, she told herself. And besides, in another couple hours the situation would be dealt with. The lecture continued. Allie had managed to distract herself by taking notes on different clubs, important dates, the different libraries, with little more than a little leg bouncing and light crossing to manage her need to urinate.  But by 1:30, her legs were tightly crossed together, and she was wiggling and grinding her butt into her seat. A whisper from Sarah interrupted her seated pee dance. "Girl, I don't know how you're still holding it. I already have to go super bad, and I just went at the break!" Allie could see she wasn't the only one in her row who needed to go. Sarah was fanning her legs in and out. Jane was biting her lip and wiggling in her seat. Even Danny was bouncing her left leg, although she seemed to still be smiling. Allie could now feel the elastic waist of her skirt digging into her abdomen, increasing her urge to go. She tried pulling it up a little higher. It provided a little room for her bladder to expand, but it still felt awful. She tried shifting into different positions - lounging, straightening up, sliding down the chair - to see if anything could provide her some relief and make it easier to hold. But nothing really seemed to help. She had to go. She couldn't even pay attention to the orientation lecture anymore. By 1:50, with ten minutes left in the session, Allie felt like she was going to leak. She thought about getting up and leaving, but nobody else had, so she felt intimidated. How childish and embarrassing would she look leaving a lecture hall of hundreds of people because she couldn't manage her bathroom needs? She committed to holding it in. She had somehow reached a point where although her full bladder felt like a new form of torture, she was able to hold it in just by sliding into the right position and not moving. Completely still, she waited the next ten minutes for Leila to finish. Finally, Leila finished the lecture. "This session is over. There is now an hour break. Please be back on time, just like before." Allie could scarcely believe it was finally finished, and that she could go pee. She readied herself to stand up, very slowly getting herself back into a more upright seated position so she could stand back up and leave. Jane and Sarah both shot out of their seats and scurried behind Allie and Danny, eager to join the bathroom line as early as possible this time. Allie wanted to join them, but as she tried to stand up, she felt her control slipping. A spurt came out, creating a small wet spot in the gusset of her underwear. She instantly threw herself back onto the seat and threw her hands into her crotch. She could not move. All she could do was keep her hands forced against her crotch, and wait for the unavoidable flood about to eminent from her as her muscles wore down. Allie felt a tap on her shoulder. She had almost forgotten about her surroundings. She turned her head to see Danny. "You OK?"  "I can't stand up," Allie responded, quietly. "What do you mean you can't stand up?" "I'm... going to leak." Allie omitted that the leaking had already started, hoping to delay revealing the shameful act she had already started committing in front of her roommate . No way was she going to get to be Danny's best friend after soaking herself in front of hundreds of their peers.  "O...oh. Are you sure?" Danny's cheeks flushed. Great, Allie had embarrassed her roommate. "Yeah. I'm not going to make it." Allie was holding back tears now too. But Danny gulped, and shook her head. "No you won't. I'm going to help you get to the bathroom." "No use. There's going to be a huge line again," Allie responded, accepting the inevitable. Danny flashed Allie a reassuring smile. "Park Auditorium doesn't have the only bathroom on campus. I bet there's a bathroom in the SRC next door." "The what?" "The Swimming and Recreation Center. Weren't you paying attention to orientation?" Allie, of course, had not been able to pay attention. But with this newfound knowledge, she felt a glimmer of hope, and that gave her the strength she needed. With Danny's help, she managed to climb out of her seat. Allie could only pay attention to the urgent need for relief between her legs, and the hands she had pressed tightly into her crotch. Her whole body was tense and hunched over. She was barely cognizant of Danny leading her by the elbow, first out the exit of the lecture hall, then down the hall past the long bathroom line, then out the exit to Park onto the quad, and finally back inside another building through a door nearby. By this point, she was not even fully hanging on; every few steps, another drop came out, making her underwear wetter and wetter. They made their way into the open door to the locker room. She barely registered it when Danny shouted, "Look, there they are!" Allie looked up. The sight was glorious: a line of five doors, embedded in the locker room wall, each with a plaque of the universal women's bathroom logo pasted on it. Her spirits lifted, she hobbled over as quickly as she could to the door on the far left, and pulled one hand away from her crotch to pull down the door handle. It didn't move. Locked. She and Danny tried all five, rattling their handles. None of them worked. "No no no no no! I'm going to wet myself!" Allie felt herself growing ashamed. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. The crotch of her underwear was practically soaked through. Leaking from both ends, she thought, wryly. It would have been amusing to her, if it wasn't about herself. At least she would only wet herself in front of her roommate, instead of the whole incoming class of Melsey. Maybe Danny would get some clothes for her to change into, and she could keep her shame between the two of them. "You're going to make it!" Danny reassured her. "Look, the showers are over there. Just use them!" Allie was too desperate to even respond. With Danny's help, she hobbled over to a shower stall. With her last remaining presence of mind, she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her socks so they wouldn't get wet, threw her skirt and her now-soaked underwear to the ground, stepped into the shower stall, and got into a squatting position over the drain. Finally, after hours of squeezing her sphincter and squirming and silently praying, Allie stopped trying to hold. Even before she managed to start peeing, loosening the muscles was an immense relief. It took her a couple seconds to get started, but once she did, the feeling was so intense that her eyes rolled back in her head. "I can't believe how good this feels," she moaned. The stream was hard, and long, and was splashing off the floor against her butt. A couple times, the slippery tile caused her to fall out of her squatting position and her butt to hit the floor. But she kept going. About half a minute later, when she had regained enough of her composure to notice her surroundings again, she realized that she had not closed the shower curtain, so was in quite an exposed position. She twisted her body and head around. A bit of pee was now splashing onto her foot, but she ignored it. She was focused on Danny, who was watching her intently. Danny's eyes were wide, her mouth hung open, her cheeks blushing harder than Allie had seen all day. "You're enjoying this," Allie said, as her stream subsided to a trickle. It wasn't an accusation, it was just the truth. "Maybe. Kind of." Danny's cheeks went even more red, darker than Allie had thought possible. "I'm happy we found somewhere for you to go." "No, not that," Allie said, as her stream tapered to a finish and she pushed a last couple squirts out. She stood up and turned around to face Danny, a few drops of urine still rolling down her naked legs. Without the pounding need to urinate, she could finally focus and remember all the little coincidences that had happened during the day to put her in this situation. Were they really coincidences in the first place? "Giving me all that coffee, taking forever to leave at the break, making me get out of line. Did you plan it?" "No! I mean, not at first. Not the coffee. I drank even more than you! And I couldn't have known about the line any more than you did, I thought there was no way they would schedule a break too short to let everyone take a piss. And I really was just hungry, remember I just had coffee while you ate breakfast? All that was bad luck." Allie felt a little ashamed thinking the worst of Danny. Everything she was saying made sense. "I'm sorry. That was a low accusation." Yet Danny still looked ashamed. "But... you're kind of right. I did enjoy seeing you have to go. I didn't do it on purpose, and I'm sorry it happened. But it's true I have this weird... thing. You were so cute that I couldn't help but enjoy it, and then I got to see how hard you were trying to make it here without pissing yourself. And your butt, and that gorgeous look on your face when you were finished going, and... And that was selfish. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have enjoyed it." Allie wasn't sure if she should have been mad at Danny. All she knew was her cheeks had turned warm at the compliments. "It's OK. I... don't really get it. But it turned out fine. And... I'm glad you helped me in the end." Allie stepped closer to Danny, staring deep into the girl's brown eyes. "So you liked what you saw?" Danny gulped. For the first time in their conversations, Allie felt like she was the one in control. Danny, who was at least five inches taller than her, more beautiful, confident, fun, cooler under pressure, was the one lost for words. That is, until Danny leaned down to give Allie a peck on the lips. Allie widened her eyes in surprise. Danny suddenly pulled back. She looked nervous, terrified even. "Shit, sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I don't even know if you're-" Allie didn't let her finish the sentence. She stood on her tiptoes, pulled Danny's head back down, and planted her lips on Danny's, taking charge this time. Danny wrapped her arms around Allie's back. They stood like that, kissing and hugging, for a good ten seconds, until Allie came up for a breath. "I'm not. I mean, I don't think I am? But it still feels really nice." She went in for yet another kiss, awkwardly shoving her tongue into Danny's mouth this time. The physical relief of peeing followed by the emotional intensity of the kiss had gotten Allie's blood flowing, and what she lacked in experience and confidence, she made up for in passion. Thanks to lunch earlier, their kisses had the stale flavor of cold cuts and mayonnaise, but to Allie it was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted. They kept at it for a while, finding their way to a changing bench where they could sit side by side. The hard wood was uncomfortable, but the only thing Allie noticed was the electric feeling of Danny snaking her hand beneath her bare butt. Eventually, Danny's shirt and bra had joined Allie's skirt and underwear on the locker room floor. They explored each other's bodies and lost track of time, until Allie happened to look up at the large analogue clock on the locker room wall. "Shit, it's already ten minutes to three. We have to get back soon." They hurriedly clamored off the bench and started to put their clothes back on so they could go back to Park. Thankfully, Allie's underwear had now mostly dried. "I still have to piss real bad. I'm going to use the showers myself before we leave," Danny said, some urgency coming through in her voice. Allie shook her finger, relishing the chance to turn the tables, and also the chance to get a few last kisses and squeezes in. "Nope, no time. We need those five minutes for more kissing." And so it happened two hours later that this time, after they had finished yelling goodbyes and promising to meet up with Jane and Sarah at the dining hall later for dinner, it was Danny who had to leave the lecture hall hunched over and desperate, leaning on Allie for support as they hobbled back to the locker room in the SRC. She thought Danny might have been playing it up a bit, but she appreciated it anyway. When they reached the showers again, Danny took off her socks and shoes, pulled down her jeans and underwear, and squatted. The stream was even longer and louder than Allie's, going on for close to a minute. "My turn to appreciate the view," Allie said with a laugh. And before Danny was even done, Allie repeated her act from the morning, pulling off her own clothes and squatting next to Danny in the shower stall, allowing their streams to mingle and as they trickled down the drain together.  "Our special spot," she said. The two of them giggled. ------- I hope some people manage to enjoy this. I'm not much of a writer, but I had some fun with the characters, the setting, the scenario, and coming up with a pun for the title. This was only intended to be a one shot, but maybe I'll revisit these characters later.
This is a semi-true story that took place last year. It started off as just another report but along the way I decided that a bit of enhancement won't hurt if it helps the storytelling. For that reason I chose to post it as fiction rather than a true experience, something which I probably wouldn't have done just a few years ago. I'll leave it up to you decide which parts actually happened and which are filled-in blanks or enhancements. --- I don't remember if we had reached september yet but it was around that time of the year, late summer, still warm outside even during evenings. For an omo affiniado it would have been a no-brainer to get it out there immediately as you will see, but something held me back, and still does to some degree. That something is the fact that this is the only significant desperation experience I've ever encountered involving a friend which turned out to have quite a bit of emotional impact on me. She is in her 30's but she could easily pass for being 10 years younger. Not exactly pretty to my eyes, but not bad-looking either. Slightly chubby, let's say curvy, and rather short with long brown curly hair. I have no romantic interest in her whatsoever which makes it easy being good friends with her, especially since we share some musical interests. She's very self-confident albeit reserved but easy-going amongst known people. All in all, a very good friend who just happens to be female. That is what bothers me quite a bit about what ensued this late summer evening. I need so set up a bit of context here for it all to make sense. I live in an flat a couple of kilometers away from the city centre, about 10 minutes walk. I'm also a big vintage car enthusiast which in relation to my dwelling situation makes indulging in my hobby a bit of a logistical chore. I have solved this by renting a parking garage space here in town, as well as owning a workshop outside of town. Whatever car I'm driving at the moment is parked in the garage in town, located a couple of blocks away from my flat, about a five minute walk. The workshop on the other hand is located about 10 kilometers out of town, out in the countryside.  On the evening in question, my friend was wearing a very 70's and very orange-brown-beige corduroy jumpsuit (not tri-coloured, just a very hard-to-describe nuance), buttoned up at the front with an equally 70's shirt collar, two or three buttons undone at the neck. In all honesty, as much as I love vintage clothing as well as vintage cars, I have to admit that this particular kindergarten-style jumpsuit looks rather dorky, even for her. But it does deserve a bit of prologue as well. For some reason, she really likes this particular suit, even if it apparently makes toilet visits a bit of a struggle. I recall her once telling me and another friend about that very issue with that very suit in a handful of situations, one of which took place in one of the city parks where she was caught short. As she would have to virtually strip out of the suit in order to take a long-overdue piss she apparently held on until the last moment before resigning and convinced a friend to let her use his bathroom, as he happened to live nearby.  This was way before this particular evening though, and for all the bathroom-related hardship the suit brought upon her, you'd think that she would be cautious about getting herself into situations with no obvious conveniences nearby, especially bearing in mind that she also was a big beer-drinking enthusiast. You can already sense how suspiciosly specific the setup is getting here. Now on the evening in question, we had planned for a visit at a friend's place out in the woods just outside town, maybe 15 minutes drive, including some traffic. It was decided that I was to pick her and another friend up on the town and then drive us all out to the cottage. She and the other friend were at one of the pubs, and as I parked outside to wait for them I saw them noticing me and rose from the table and got out. Apparently, the other friend had somewhere else to be for the rest of the night (he's not a good planner, it has to be said) so it ended up being just me and her going to the cottage. As we arrived at the cottage it was all dark and empty. Apparently he had forgotten about our planned visit and was not there right then. As an improvised backup plan for the night, we decided that a few beers (additional beers on her part) back in town would do, but I also suggested a brief drive to and from the workshop as she does have an interest in old cars as well and would probably want to take a peek at what I had parked out there. She did, and we drove off and headed out of town towards the countryside where the workshop is. I figured it would add about an hour to the proceedings before we would settle down at the pub afterwards. I still hadn't noticed any desperation, neither was I on the lookout for any so she might just as well have moved about in the car seat without me noticing. Little did I know what manner of catastrophe was building up beneath that corduroy jumpsuit... About 15-20 minutes later we arrived at the workshop (the final part is all gravel roads, meaning you can't drive very fast) and I opened up the door to show off our playroom featuring some of my other cars and tons of tools in various stages of workability. I recall having some objective reason to get there, something along the lines of fetching or fixing something, although I'll be damned if I remember what. Whatever it was, I announced it and that's when she said, with not an insignificant amount of hesitation:  "...I really really have to pee..." To which I responded that it will only take a moment and that we would drive back right away. Honest to god, I did not have any intent on delaying her or trying to create a perfect storm of desperation or anything. Quite the opposite, I did mean to have us back in town as soon as possible upon suddenly learning about her urge. "I really have to go, I will just go around the corner before we leave" was her reply to that. Now, our workshop is indeed a man's world with all that it encompasses. There is no plumbing or running water there and by extension, no facilities. Whenever you need to do your number ones, you do it out the back against the wall, and if you need to number two, well, you're screwed. The only semblance of privacy you might enjoy is provided by either darkness or the relative remoteness of the place, provided none of the nearby land-owners will pass by. This has never been an issue for neither me nor any of my male friends whenever we are messing around in the workshop so there has never been any reason for us to even consider engineering a solution. After all, if there is no problem there is no need for any solution. Anyway, she scurried out of the workshop and round the back to do her business. Meanwhile I did whatever it was that I did and then went out to the car and waited for her. It took a few minutes of waiting but eventually she came back and we got in the car and drove off back to the town. I casually asked if it went well to which she replied, with a surprisingly anxious tone in her voice:  "No... it's really complicated in this suit. Could we please hurry back??" Apparently it was too much of a hassle getting out of the suit in the great wide open. Not too surprising; like I said, short of being able to simply whip out your willy and do your business against the wall in a matter of seconds, you're screwed out there, especially if you're a girl and ESPECIALLY if you're trapped in a button-up jumpsuit on top of that. What was surprising was the fact that she hadn't been more open about her desperation up until then. She was usually never that modest about such matters and had no problem announcing her need for a toilet, so what kept her quiet about it this one time I will never know. While driving back towards the city I noticed her fidgeting around in the passenger seat, her knees grinding up and down against each other while she sat on her hands in a tense posture. She obviously didn't want to let on just how desperate she had become by now. I casually asked if she hadn't gone before leaving the pub and apparently she had intended to as she hadn't been to the toilet even once since arriving at the pub almost two hours prior! Add to that a few beers and you can probably imagine how dire her plight even by that time. When I got to the pub to pick them up, there were a couple of people waiting for the only toilet to become vacant meaning she bet everything on being able to go when we arrived at our friend's cottage instead of holding us up while waiting for said toilet. As we approached the city limits, maybe 10 or so minutes onward, she was visibly in distress. She was breathing in short, nervous puffs and clearly intent on not disclosing how urgent her need had become. Still sitting in that stiff posture she started rocking back and forth in the seat when suddenly she gripped the curve handle with one hand while lifting herself up slightly and letting out a pitiful whimper. I had never seen her in such a dire and humiliated state and was in all honesty feeling rather uncomfortable. You know, sort of when you're in the presence of someone crying, letting you know that shit has become really serious. By now it was obvious that she wasn't far away from tears either, and by the look of her tense, slightly crooked posture and pinched thighs, those weren't the only fluids threatening to exit her body... "Oh no.... oh god.... I have to get out....I have to find a toilet.... Stop at the restaurant!" She said this in a panicked voice just as we approached a junction a few kilometers from my garage by which there is a burger restaurant, and the only place nearby where one could possibly find a toilet. Eager not to get the upholstery in my old car soaked in urine and my friend devastatingly humiliated, I turned left at the junction after having to wait a few agonizing seconds for the traffic lights to go green. ---- Part 2 coming soon Edited April 23, 2022 by Apan (see edit history)
"Don't know", I commented upon seeing the darkened windows and relatively empty parking lot, "It doesn't look like it's open" "No, don't say that! Please! They have to be! I'm pissing myself! Oh god!!" She actually used the P-word now. Things were getting serious. She was rocking even more violently back and forth in anticipation of finding relief. I halted the car and it was obvious the place had closed down for the evening. "It's no use. But we're almost home...", I didn't even get to finish the sentence before she flew out of the car and hobbled towards the door. She grabbed the handle and shook it in frustration while bouncing up and down holding one leg tightly crossed in front of the other. I'd be lying if the caveman part of my brain wasn't incredibly turned on by the sight, but see above regarding my conflicting feelings about crying and serious and all that emotional shit. So the place was closed. It took a few seconds for the rational part of her brain to finally convince her of that and she climbed back into the car which I hadn't even bothered to turn off as I knew the journey wasn't over yet. We set off and I made an honest effort to step on the gas the last couple of kilometers to my parking garage.  "We're just about there, if you've managed to hold it this far you can manage a few more minutes" I tried to assure her. She didn't immediately reply, instead I noticed her head hanging down, her face beet red and all teared up and I heard her sniffle. Crying. Serious. Awkward. Uncomfortable. Legs semi-crossed, thighs tigggggghtly pressed together, body squirming around. How much is a recond? Will it rid the interior of urine stench? I imagined working at the car recond firm while suffering from this fetish and being tasked with sanitating a urine-drenched passenger seat. His imagination would have a field day! And how will I be able to face my friend after her drenching her jumpsuit in total and utter disgrace? About a kilometer left to the garage. Red lights. Of course. "Oh no, oh please, please, oh PLEAAAAASEEEE! HURRRRRYYYYYY!!!!!!" She was openly crying by now. As if things weren't serious enough. I couldn't enjoy this, despite having all the makings of a bona-fide omo story. But I was incredibly turned on as it had all the makings of a bona-fide omo story. Green. Drive. Ok, turn right first and then drive like hell. Panting, panicking, squirming, whining. Two hours in the pub without a toilet break, and god knows how long before that. And an additional hour in a meandering car. And beer. I know just how viciously beer can make its way through you and have been guilty myself of taking emergency leaks in darkened corners in the middle of town after genuinely feeling the bladder being as full as it could ever be. She was there now, if not beyond, but minus the ability to take a leak.  I hastily turned onto the next street and then into the lane of the garage. We're talking seconds here but I bet her experience extended them into minutes, if not hours. She had definitely given up on trying to be discreet and sat like a corkscrew, legs crossed, one hand in crotch, the other propping herself up from the seat, all twisting about trying to keep her vintage clothing and my vintage upholstery from demanding sophisticated cleaning measures. I raced into the garage, probably hazardously so, and didn't even bother to reverse my car into the parking slot, something which usually is part of my driving ritual. As soon as we stopped, she stumbled out the door and started waddling towards the garage exit. I locked the car and followed. Well out on the street she continued in her awkward, almost duck-like walk, keeping her chubby thighs together meaning her legs were constantly criss-crossing each other. About a hundred or so meters onward, she suddenly stopped and bent down, still with her legs tightly crossed and her hands supporting her upper body against her thighs. "I can't.... oh no... I'm pissing, I'm gonna piss myself! I'm actually gonna piss myself!!" She wasn't though, but she clearly was in full panic mode which was emphasized by her breathless speech.  "We're almost at my place, just a few hundred meters more." I reassured her, ever so emotionally conflicted. I don't want my friend to wet herself. But I prayed for this woman to wet herself.  "It's too far... I have to go NOW! I have to find somewhere IMMEDIATELY!!!" she replied with even more panic in her voice. By now, even stripping out of her jumpsuit out in the countryside behind the workshop would probably have made sense. But we were no longer in the countryside, we were in a lit up residential area with people passing by on every streetcorner. From where we were standing, the nearest place that might have a bathroom was one of those small local pubs/restaurants where middle-aged men go to spend their hard-earned salary (or not-at-all-earned allowance) on cheap beer and slot machines, sometimes accompanied by their cackly wives. Trying it would mean deviating slightly from the route to my flat though, but in her state, it seemed to be the last dignified option left so we set off towards it. She made a gargantuan effort to keep her hands off of her crotch, instead balling them up into fists down her sides as she walked, still cross-leggedly, on the street towards the pub. Supposedly she didn't want to let on more than necessary just how incredibly desperate and vulnerable she was when approaching a crowd of rawdy old men holding court down at the pub. Still, hands or no hands, there was no mistaking her actual state by the way she walked and by the utter agony displayed on her face. We arrived at the pub and she scurried inside. Finally she would get relief provided she wasn't confronted with some customers-only policy or a broken toilet or something. I waited outside, not seeing that much of the interior but I did get a glimpse through the front window how she made her way past the counter and the attendant didn't protest, meaning their restroom must have been up for grabs for anyone needing it. And boy, did she ever! I stood outside waiting, slightly off to one side in order not to get myself involved in some meaningless drunk chatter when after a couple of minutes, she advanced out the front door. Finally her ordeal was over and we could resume the night. I thought. For about a second. Then I noticed her red face and tears glistening below her eyes. My heart was beating faster.  ----- Part 3 coming soon
I can only apologize for overstretching the definition of "the next few days", but hopefully the conclusion will redeem my tardiness. ------------ I looked down on her pants (or whatever they're called when part of a jumpsuit, just humour me on that one) and for about a millisecond I expected them to be drenched in urine. Did she piss herself in a pub full of ogling drunkards? Awkward. Serious. Emotional conflict. HOT! They were dry though, but her legs were still grinding against each other as she approached me. What happened? Was she told off for using the toilet not being a customer? But why wasn't she disallowed right away then? Was the toilet out of order? Why the wait then? I had no rational explanation for her abandoning the pub unrelieved given her utterly desperate state. "There was a queue and whoever was in there took forever to finish and no one let me cut in front!" Those weren't her exact words - you'll have to add in some frustration, panic and broken sentences - but in essence that was the gist of her immediate explanation for her retreat. I learned later on that there had been two women and one man in the toilet queue and that the person inside was taking his/her time for some unknown reason. After standing cross-legged behind the others for about half a minute, she tried persuading them to let her go next to which they all said no. Another minute onward with no sign of the toilet becoming vacant and she could feel the piss just about coming out from between her crossed thighs, she again pleaded the others to let her go first but still they refused. That's when she realized this would end in disaster if she didn't find an alternative NOW. In the time it took to deviate from the walk to my flat and for her to wait in line, we would have been at my place by now and the story would probably have ended. As it was, the pub was at about equal distance from my flat as the parking garage, meaning she was about five minutes from relief at best. But it was clear she didn't have five minutes - Every next five seconds was probably a miracle. The next possible salvation, and most likely the very last one, was the local grocery store, the very one I do my shopping at. I knew they had a toilet for customers and they were still open for about half an hour or so. I directed us towards it, yet another hundred or so meters. Panting, sobbing, panicking, waddling, braiding legs, grinding thighs, braiding legs, one foot stepping in front of the other, wiggling her hips, braiding legs, squirming, braiding legs, twisting, braiding legs, so awkward, so hot, please make it, please don't make it, please hold on, please piss yourself. I've never ever witnessed such intense desperation. And she could have been out of it had we not tried that pub and gone straight home instead! The grocery store being the one and only possible salvation, we entered it and I pointed out the toilet to the right of the entrance. She set off towards it immediately, before I even got the chance to add that you need to borrow a key from the cashier! Oh god, how Omo 101 can it get? She crashed onto the toilet door and started rattling the handle in panic, legs for once not crossed but very tightly pinched together as she bounced up and down. "You need a key! We have to ask the staff for it!" I chipped in.  "Oh my god! This isn't happening!!" she said, almost breaking down in total defeat before waddling over to the checkouts of which only one was staffed as it was nearing closing time.  "Excuse me", I started, "Do you have the key to the toilet?" "Sure," the cashier replied, "but it's being in use right now. You'll have to wait for the other person." Halfway through his reply I zoned out as a certain other drama was unfolding beside me. My friend suddenly half-crouched down with tightly clenched legs as a brief but audible hiss was heard! No, please, not here, not where I do my grocery shopping! Please hold it, I thought, please tighten your sphincher just another minute! It's so close! Corduroy is apparently really unforgiving. The wet streak was clearly visible on the back of her pants and I could even sense a faint urine smell, as if to underline just how close to a catastrophe she was. After receiving the information about the toilet being in use while clenching her legs together trying to avoid letting go right there, she spun around and ran back toward the toilet door. I say 'ran'; scurried with twisted legs would be more accurate, albeit in a more rapid fashion than ever before this evening. She knocked on the door, curtseying up and down, one leg in front of the other, thighs pressed together... SSSSHHHHHHHH A hiss, muffled between crossed legs and stretched fabric but still audible. Darkened and glistening wet streaks raced down the back of her legs, some urine even sprayed through the fabric onto the floor as she bounced up and down. I loved it. But I hated it, but I loved it. Hot. Serious. Emotional shit. Do you remember the Snuppa videos where she often was filmed from behind wetting herself with tightly crossed legs? That's what my friend was involuntarily re-enacting now. "No... nononono...please......please.......hurry.....", she started crying even more in total panic, rustling the doorhandle urging the person inside to at least make an effort to speed up proceedings. "No....no......" ....sssSSSSSHSSSHHHHSHSHHSSHSHHHHHH Do you realize just how saturated corduroy gets when soaked? I didn't, not until now.  HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSHHHSHSHHSHHHHH Waterfall doesn't even begin to decribe what I was witnessing. The wetness instantly raced down her legs and outward, hot piss forcing its way through the material and raining from her ass and the back of her crossed thighs onto the floor due to her bent over posture. Where the piss travelled down her calves, it drizzled off almost sideways as the fabric became so saturated it couldn't absorb the violent stream.  The more enlightened part of my brain didn't want this, I didn't want this to happen to a friend, I didn't want her humiliated in public. But the caveman part of my brain saw a woman desperately pissing herself outside a locked toilet door, acted accordingly and sent primal orders to my chap. I couldn't help it, I involuntarily orgasmed in my jeans at the mere sight of the flood visibly streaming down her over-saturated corduroy pant legs and simultaneously seeping through the fabric and raining down beneath her leg-crossed semi-crouching body, all to the soundtrack of an irregular hiss and her devastated crying.  She remained in that crouching corkscrew position while her overfilled bladder forced its contents out in the by now totally drenched lower part of her jumpsuit over the course of almost two minutes. I didn't time it of course, but it was definitely much longer than one minute of pure omo bliss and emotional devastation on behalf of a humiliated friend. I heard the rustle of a toilet roll from behind the door. "Oh my god, you didn't make it? You poor thing!"  I was startled by a voice from behind and noticed a female staffer having arrived at the scene and spotting my devastated friend propping herself up against the locked door, all teared up and red in the face, unable to speak for obvious reasons. Remember how I said her jumpsuit wasn't tri-coloured at the beginning? It was certainly bi-coloured now, almost as if the lower half of it had been a separate pair of pants in a darker shade of brown-orange, if not for them being obviously and thoroughly soaked. The smell of hot steaming urine, which is somewhat different once it comes in the form of drenched fabric for some reason, filled the compartment. The female staffer was clearly more sympathetic than anything and said that they would take care of the mess and that we should leave to take care of my friend. Whoever was occupying the toilet still hadn't exited when we left the store. Just as well, my friend didn't need any additional witnesses to her misfortune. I'm not a man of words when it comes to emotionally charged situations and went down the practical route instead to help her out the best I could. I escorted her back to my flat where I let her wash herself off in the shower before lending her a pair of jeans and a shirt. She calmed down a bit thereafter but needless to say, we didn't see the night out over the planned beers and I followed her home to her own flat located downtown. The poor jumpsuit went with her in a double plastic bag. I reckon it would be restored with a couple of washings but I haven't seen her in it since then, it has to be said. Not that she has fully given up on the style, because I have seen her wearing a corduroy shirt dress in a similar fashion. Perhaps she has learned once and for all to avoid the jumpsuit jinx.
This is a new story series if mine that I've mentally been working on for a while, and have big plans for (possibly up to 15-20 chapters!) Knowing me though, i always run out of steam after a while. But I really like this idea and want to give it a go, so here is chapter one!  BE WARNED! This series will include messing as a common theme, so if that's not your vibe, no worries. But some of the stories will be wetting only, such as chapter one. I won't differentiate from here on out though, so read at your own peril. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- High school can either be hell, or it can be meh. For me, it was the later, up until my junior year. I had my group of friends and I got along well enough with everyone, but there was nothing spectacular going on in my life. No big sports teams, no shows or plays I'm acting in, and worst of all, no girlfriend. That is, until I started talking to Abby. She and I technically grew up together, in the sense that we've always gone to the same school and known who the other was, but that's about it. Our friend groups never really overlapped, but there was never any animosity either. Abby and I shared 4th period English, which we had right before lunch. We sat together in class and got to know one another a little better, although very casually at first. And as luck would have it, neither of us actually shared our lunch break with any of our friends, so as we got to know each other better, we started eat lunch together as well, meaning we'd spend two straight hours together every day. We learned we shared a lot of the same interests. We both liked to play video games, we both enjoyed being fairly active and going on hikes, watching sports and movies, and a few other things! She was also just a lot of fun too. She was always looking to something wild, like jump across a big gap, try to do a cartwheel down the crowded halls, stuff like that. She was also always up for dates, I would constantly over hear her and her friends and she'd say something like "ya dare me to??" In response to something and I'd laugh. Naturally, as it tends to happen in high school, Abby and I got to flirting. We became fast friends in class and during lunch. We started working together on assignments, and started sharing more and more about our lives. We hadn't explicitly started going steady yet, but if you stared long enough you could certainly tell we were flirting. I'd star at her a little too long, she'd punch me on the arm, I'd try to laugh with her as much as I could, she'd dress a little nice, a little more provocative even on some days. It's here where I suppose I should share how we both look. I'm you're average looking guy for the most part. 6 feet, normal build, red hair, normal sense of style. I'm by no means ugly, but I'm not an Adonis either. Abby though... She was a knockout. She was 5'6, brown wavy hair, brown eyes and legs to die for. She had a gift from god, in that she had a massive booty without even trying. Her chest might be considered small to some, but she was gorgeous to me. Although, id never shared any of this with her. It's also at this point I should mention I have a fairly serious piss and shit fetish... After all, you're here reading this! I just can't get enough of it, I absolutely love it when a girl has to go so bad she does it in her pants. Accidents, panties, leggings, diapers, all freaking fantastic. But as with most of us, unfortunately it's been just that, a fantasy. Or so I thought. "Hey Alex!" Abby said to me as she walked into class. "Hey!" I said back. Abby walked over to where I was sitting and sat right on top of my desk. "Guess what!" She said excitedly. I squeezed out a "Wh--" before she cut me off. "I've got the weekend to myself!! My parents are going on a mini vacation, which means I'll be home alone, thank GOD. I need a break from them so bad." Abby said to me. "Oh awesome!" I replied.  I choose my next words very carefully. "Got any big plans this weekend then?" "Nah not really" she said. "I'm just so happy I get to have a free weekend for once." I was about to muster up the courage to ask if she wanted to do something together, but just as I was going to our teacher walked in the room, and Abby slid off my desk and into hers beside me, as class began. Class went on as normal, and we got to working on this and that, reading and writing. Over the duration of the class, I noticed Abby started to get really fidgety. I made a mental note of it, but didn't think much of it at the time, as my brain was squarely focused on English instead of in the gutter. Class had maybe ten minutes left when she leans over to me and says: "I really have to pee." These words did bring me out of my focus on school, and I practically did a double take when she said it. To keep me cool though I gave a slight chuckle and just shook my head, as not to draw suspicion from her or the teacher.  Class finished up, with Abby fidgeting and bouncing her legs constantly. However, she had a problem ahead, and we both knew it. Our classroom was rather far from the lunchroom, meaning if we didn't get there fast, we would wait in line for food, not get a table, or both. So if she went to the bathroom ahead of time, we'd certainly be waiting a while to eat. So when class was over she asked me, "do you think I have time to run to the bathroom before lunch?" "I doubt it, it's nacho day and look, people Are already running that way!" I said, gesturing to our classmates rushing out the door. "Oh shoot, fine let's go, I'm starving!" She said back. We immediately got going, and was able to get in line without having to wait too long. Once we sat down at a table I said to her,  "you can go ahead and go to the bathroom, I'll keep your seat."  I know this goes against what I deeply wanted inside, but I'm not about to out that part of myself right here in the lunchroom. "Ugh no, I do still have to go pretty bad but I'm starving, let's just eat." I just shrugged, and got to chowing down, since I was hungry too. We had a table to ourselves surprisingly, and we enjoyed laughing and talking as we would normally do every day. We also flirted pretty hard core as well. Abby had touched my arm a few times, which hadn't gone unnoticed by me, and I kept sticking my leg out a little farther so it would bump into hers. You know, harmless high school flirting. "You're too funny Alex I can't believe you!" She said to me laughing, after I made a dirty joke. "Hey, I just call it like I see it!" I said back. She deep sighed then said to me, "fuck I really have to pee now, I won't make it through another class." "Well go then!" I said back to her. "What, here??" She said to me, incredulously. I did another double take, and quickly laughed to Avery any tension that may have caused. "No you goon, go to the bathroom!" "Ooooooh hahaha!" She said, laughing very hard. I joined in and kept laughing. But then, she really blew my mind, and all inhibitions went out the window. As we stopped laughing, she got a look in her eyes, leaned over and said,  "Dare me to go right here?" I paused. My heart literally shit from 70 bpm to over 100 in a second. I locked eyes with her and paused, knowing I'd have to play this very carefully. Is she playing with me? Is she serious? Joking? I answered with a laugh. "Oh yeah like peeing in the lunchroom is a good idea." "Why not?? The school bathrooms are nasty, and I really have to go, who's gonna know??" She said, doubling down. I replied, "what're you gonna do, just drop your pants and squat?? Everyone would see you!" "No, I'd go in my pants! I'm wearing black leggings, no one will see!" Now my heart shot up to 120 bpm. "You wouldn't." I said "It wouldn't be the first time I've peed myself." She said in a whisper. Now, my heart nearly stopped.  Then I said, "Ok Abby, you're on. I dare you!" "What do I get if I do it??" She said to me with a punch of the arm. I figured since I'd gotten this far, why not go for broke. I took a deep breath, and prayed. "If you do it, you win a date with yours truly?" Her eyes widened, but then she gave me another look and touched my arm and said.  "What do you get out of this?"  I thought about it and said with a wink, "I think I win either way." She was silent for another moment, then just stared me down.  She said "deal", with a wink, then she straightened up. I still couldn't believe she was actually going through with this and said, "Wait so your actually gonna do it??" "Yes!" She said. "I want to win that date you offered!" This time, I was speechless. I might have even been in love. I couldn't get another word out before she closed her eyes, took a deep breathe, and said, "I'm going now" She was sitting across from me so I couldn't see what was happening, but I could see every other tell tale sign. She closed her eyes, shook a little, then sat absolutely still. I heard the smallest of drops as her pee went from the crotch her pants, off the chair and onto the floor, but most of it was actually stopped up by her black leggings. I even could smell it a little, although that was much harder to tell. "I can't believe you're peeing yourself " I said in disbelief. "I can't either!" She said back to me. I got so incredibly aroused in that moment, it was very difficult not to show it or give anything away about how I felt in the moment. I was just in heaven, watching Abby be in absolute bliss as she emptied her bladder into her pants. "There, all done!" She said to me with a wicked smile. "That was absolutely amazing" I said before I could catch myself. "Amazing huh??" She said back to me. I was now in panic mode. Had I said to much? I stammered away, "oh I mean... Uh... I uh..." She laughed. "No you're right it was pretty amazing! I've never done that in such a public place before! Feels so naughty of me!" "Haha yeah!" Was all I could force out of me. Then there was a silence for a few seconds as we kind of just stared at each other. "So I guess I win that date, right?" She said to me, softly. Before I could respond, the lunch bell rang, signaling we had to get to our next class. Abby started getting up, while I still sat there in disbelief of everything. I was able to muster a smile right as she was about to turn and walk away  "Call me later!" She said, again with that trademark smile of hers. And she started walking away. "I will!!" I yelled back to her. She turned and took a few steps backwards while looking at me and smiling. Then she did a quick "I still can't believe I did that" smile before turning away again. I just stared at her ass as long as I could, I didn't care if anyone saw me. I saw the wet spot all up her ass checks and halfway down her legs. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. The rest of the day went be in a flash. I could hardly think about anything else after what had happened in the lunch room. I was on cloud nine, and couldn't wait to go out with Abby! I still couldn't believe it all! Once I was home later that night, I gave Abby a call. She answered in the second ring. "Hey you!" She said in a happy tone. "Hey! What's up?" I said back. "Nothing much, just trying to finish up some homework. How about you?" She said. "Same, I'm tired of working haha."  I was quickly running out of things to say, I didn't exactly know how to approach the elephant in the room, which was her peeing herself in lunch today. Luckily though, she did that for me. "So I bet you're still thinking about lunch today, right?" She said. "As a matter of fact I am! What tipped it off?" I said. "Well I'm still thinking about it too! It's still so crazy to me! I've had accidents before, but never like that!" She said. I replied, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, "woah woah, you have??" "Haha of course!" She said with a laugh. "Plenty of times. At the pool, at work, on road trips, I guess I just don't have the best bladder!" We both laughed at that one. "But I gotta ask, this doesn't gross you out? Most guys always scream "ew" if I pee myself in front of them." In a rush I said, "no! No, it doesn't gross me out at all!" "Why?" And there it was. I had a choice to make, and I had to make it fast. Do I lie? Do I tell the truth, that it's a fetish of mine? Would it gross her out? Is that too forward? I decided to try and split the difference between the truth and a lie. "I don't know, I mean it just doesn't. I've seen a couple of people pee themselves before, it's whatever. Besides, you looked pretty cute as you did it too!" As you can tell, I decided to fucking send it. I'd already gotten this far by doing essentially nothing, let's see what doing something gets me. She paused just long enough to get me to panic a little, before saying: "Oooho really now! Well that's certainly good to know!" She said with what I could tell was delight in her voice. I stuck the landing, for now. "Haha yeah, so you've got nothing to worry about if you ever have another accident while I'm around!" I replied. She laughed, saying "I'm glad to hear that!" We both laughed, before we continued talking about other things. We ended up setting up our first actual "date," or "hang out," whatever label you want to call it. She made good on that bet, so we decided to go see a movie.
PART 2 The rest of the week went by, and I absolutely could not wait until the weekend. Abby and I planned our movie date for Saturday night, and to say I was excited was a massive understatement! Forgetting about the fact that she might be the girl of my dreams after wetting herself that day in the lunchroom, I was already smitten with her beforehand. That being said, I was incredibly excited that she wanted to go out with me, while also being very nervous! I have never dated before. I know I am a high school senior and all, but I just never had someone show any interest in me. Until now, that is. Sure I had a few crushes here and there, but I was either too scared or too busy to do anything about them. But once Abby and I really started talking, I knew I wanted her to be my girlfriend some day. And now that day is here! I think. We haven't really labeled anything, but we're going on a first date! Speaking of which, the date! It was finally Saturday. I spent all day trying to stay level headed and not overthink anything. And most of all, i tried to keep my expectations in check about Abby's "accident." I know we talked about it, but nothing is ever obvious until it is, you know? I still am not sure weather she did that just for laughs, or genuinely enjoyed it. I was in heaven either way, but I of course can't ask her to do that again. Not yet anyway. With all this in mind, I went into Saturday night level headed, and with tempered expectations. I dressed in my favorite semi-fancy outfit. Long Khaki casual pants, a plain t-shirt and a bangin pair of shoes. I set out to meet Abby at the movie theater. I offered to pick her up, but she said she would just meet me there. First date things I guess. The theater was at an outdoor mall that was very popular for our area. We had decided to see the latest action film, nothing too crazy. I pulled up maybe 15 minutes early, so I decided to just go chill out front of the theater until Abby got there. The minutes ticked by, but luckily I had no reason to be nervous. Abby showed up maybe ten minutes later, and she looked absolutely gorgeous. As she walked over from her car, she gave me a big wave when she spotted me and started into one of those half fast walk, half jog things. She looked amazing. She was in a stunning sundress that was tight on the top, and a little flowy on the bottom, going down to just above her knees. It showed off all of her best parts without being both too slutty or too casual. She also had her hair up in a pony tail, with a few strands going down the side of her face. She had makeup on as well, but no too much. She was beautiful. "Hello? Earth to Alex??" She said suddenly. I must have been gawking. Can you blame me? "Oh! Sorry! You just look absolutely amazing Abby, wow!" I said to her while going in for a greeting hug. She blushed hard. It was here where I noticed she wasn't quite as boisterous and comfortable as she might be at school. I assumed she was just as nervous as I was, and it was adorable as hell. "Aw thank you!" She said, still red as a tomato. She smiled heavily and said, "You look very handsome as well!" "Ah, thanks! But I'm no match for you, wow again!" I said back. Abby somehow blushed even harder, this time turning her face away to hide it a little.  "Stop it you' too nice! I was so nervous all day long for our date, I had no idea what to wear, I must have gone through a dozen outfits." She said. I replied, "Well you chose the perfect one. Shall we go inside?" "yes!" And with that, off we went. I gave the entrance guy our tickets, and before walking into the theater I offered to buy us some snacks. "Want anything? Its my treat!" "Oh no no no, you bought the tickets, so any snacks are on me!" She raced off ahead of me before I could even try playing the check dance with her. I was in heaven. "I'm getting a sprite and some popcorn, what about you?" She said as I caught up to her. "I'll just have a coke and some candy, want to share that popcorn?" I asked. "Definitely!" She stepped up to the counter, paid for our snacks, and off we went. We began walking towards our movie, and for the first time I thought about her accident the other day. One would think it was the only thing on my mind, but I was too ensnared in our conversation, trying not to screw up my very first date. But the reason I thought about her accident was, as we passed by the bathroom, I could tell she hesitated. I was about to ask if she wanted to go before the movie and offer to held her stuff, but she actually turned away from it and walked back next to me again. So I didn't mention it, subtly thinking this might end up very well for me. "So have you heard anything about this movie before?" I asked her as we took our seats. I am a big movie buff, so here was my time to see what she knew about movies. "Not really! But I like all movies, I never really am too picky." she replied. I then said, "well you're going to love this one its about..." and went into details about everything from the story to the directors, blah blah blah. I could tell I was getting in the weeds about it all, but she just stared at me the entire time, laughing at any joke I made and being truly interested in what I was saying. I could tell I was alright and not being creepy, because she kept touching my arm like she would back in school. It was all I could do to not melt down to the floor, I was probably blushing just as hard as she was! Once the lights went down, I went to a whisper and wrapped up whatever I was talking about. As I finished she said, "now I'm excited!" and turned towards the screen. The first 20 or 30 minutes of the movie went by, but in truth I was only half paying attention. In my mind I was going over every possible first date scenario. Do I hold her hand? Put my arm around her? Do nothing? What if she hates the movie? What if she leaves? I was lost. If Abby was having similar thoughts, she certainly didn't show it. I tried to steal a few glances in her direction, and she was staring intently at the screen. Seeing her gorgeous face gave me the resolve to do what I did next. Her hands were just sitting in her lap, so I made my move. I reached over and placed my one hand on her thigh, face up. By doing that, it gave her the option to either take my hand in hers, or push it away. Luckily, she eagerly took my hand. In doing so, we both shared a subtle glance, locking eyes in the dark theater for what seemed like an eternity. She gave me a very soft smile, and I could tell she was blushing. She returned her gaze to the screen, as did I, and we went another hour of the movie just like that, hand in hand.  I was still only half paying attention the entire time, due to having my first ever semi-intimate moment with a girl ever. it was a big moment for me, and I intended to relish it. I hoped she was enjoying herself as well, but it was hard to get a read on her in the theater. With maybe another 20 or 30 minutes left in the movie, I noticed Abby had started shuffling around a good bit. I was in tune with my wetting fetish enough to know this could only mean one thing: she had to pee. My mind instantly began racing. There was no way I could get this lucky twice. Is this a thing with her? Does she like it too? I tried not to get too ahead of myself, but it was very hard. I remembered how she didn't use the bathroom before the movie, and how she basically downed her soda over the first 45 minutes of the movie. Looking back, this outcome was bound to happen. Unfortunately, I had no idea how to broach the situation. Do I ask if she has to go? That seemed to forward. plus she would miss the end of the movie. Do I do nothing? That seemed disingenuous, seeing as how I knew she needed to pee. As these thoughts raced in my mind though, I suddenly heard her whisper in my ear. "How much time is left in the movie Alex?" I said back, "Maybe 20 or 30 minutes, why?" "Oh ok, I just have to pee." I said again, "Well you can just go if you want, I'll tell you what you miss." "No I want to see the end, I'll be ok." she said back. With that, we both turned our attentions back to the screen, although mine was thoroughly torn. I kept one eye on Abby, who was now shifting in her seat quite a lot. Every other minute or so she would switch her legs around, trying to get comfortable. About ten minutes later she started to bounce her leg as well. It was here where she let go of my hand, but I paid no mind because she used that hand to hold her crotch. I took this chance to lean over and say. "Maybe another ten minutes left, I can tell its wrapping up now." "ok good I have to go pretty bad!' she whispered back. Another ten minutes went by, and the movies credits began to roll. But as I started to get up, I noticed we had a new problem. It was a full house, and we were all the way in the back of the theater. This means there would likely be a line for the bathroom, which would not be good for Abby. As I stood up i said, "So, what did you think? Good huh?" Abby was still seated, still holding herself, although not nearly as obviously now since thew lights were back on. "yes it was really good! But I really need the bathroom, can we get going?" She said, standing up. "Sure lets head out." I said back. But as I turned, we both saw everyone else had gotten up too, so it would likely be a few minutes until we got out of there. "You going to be ok?" I asked her. "I think so, I just hope it goes quick." She said back. It was another few minutes before we made out of the theater and to the bathrooms. And as luck would have it, I was right. There was a very long line for the women's restroom. "Oh nooooo" she said in a groan once she saw the line. She was now hunched over, with her hands on her hips and her legs all twisted. I thought she looked adorable, but I could tell she didn't want to be this way in a public setting. "We can wait, or do you want to go and try to find another bathroom?" "Do you think there's another one somewhere?" She asked. "I think so, I thought I saw a bookstore at the other end of the mall. Can you make it there?" She said back, "I'll have to, because I'm sure as hell not waiting here." So we left the theater and started our walk to the bookstore. It was maybe a five minute walk, but I had no idea if Abby would make it or not. She was walking all funny, and I could tell she was stressed. We got maybe half way there before she stopped and hunched over. "OOOOh Alex I'm not going to make it. FUCK I didn't want to do this on our first date..." I quickly said "No no no its ok Abby, really!" "No it isn't, you aren't supposed to piss yourself on a first date!" She said, almost in tears. She was holding her crotch in earnest, and I could tell she was out of time. I quickly looked around, and then I just went for it. "Abby, remember what I said? I will never care if you pee yourself. As a matter of fact, it doesnt bother me whatsoever. There are no people around. If you have to go, you have to go!" She did a quickj look around as well, then said, "Well I am in a dress, nothing will get wet but my panties..." I jumped in and said, "Just go Abby, its ok." She looked me dead in the eyes, then stood up and grabbed my hand. "Thank you," she whispered. I looked down, and she had already begun. She had spread her legs wide, and started peeing full force down onto the pavement. She was right, her dress covered everything and she was totally dry everywhere, except for her panties. What I wouldn't have given to shove my hands down there to feel this glorious moment for myself. But I am a gentlemen, and I knew this was not the time. Not yet. But I did do this. "As a matter of fact Abby... I find this really hot." She was looking down as she peed, but snapped back up to me as I said that. "what, me peeing myself? "Yes, isnt it obvious?" I said back to her. "When you did it in the lunchroom, I wasn't grossed out, I was ecstatic!" I said to her, grabbing her other hand. She was still peeing, but her flow was slowing down now after what was about 20 seconds. She stared into me, saying nothing. But then she did a double take, as if it had all clicked for her, and she smiled so big and said, "So you like when I pee myself??" "Abby, I absolutely love it." She looked like she was about to cry of happiness. And there was my moment. I went in quickly, and I kissed her. She had stopped peeing now, and I kissed her over the big puddle she had just made. After maybe two seconds she broke off the kiss and said, "Its about time, I've been waiting for you to ask me out." My jaw dropped. "You have??" "Oh of course, I've been crushing on you hard Alex!" She said to me, blushing redder than a sunburn now. No words came out of my mouth, when she retook my hands and gave me one more quick kiss. With that, she looked down and pointed. "And thank god you like this, because there is so much more where that came from." "There is?" I said to her, shocked. "Oh did I not mention? I love wetting myself too." She said with a wink. She started walking towards our cars, but I still stood there, short circuited from the words I just heard her say. "Hey boyfriend, are you coming or what?" She shouted back at me. "I love you" I mouthed to myself, and I stared running towards her. Abby was my dream girl, and now she's my girlfriend!
PART 3 The next few weeks were some of the very best of my life. Do you remember your first love, if you have had one? I never had up until this point. And it was maddening how happy we both were. It was intoxicating, actually. We talked non stop. We texted every single day. Walked to and from class together. Passed cute notes from one another. I know, all disgusting at times, but I had never been in a relationship before. I learned that neither had Abby, so this was the first time for both of us. But what was so amazing is, we both felt such pure, utter energy and ecstasy. We were both falling hard, and it was amazing. I came to learn that shared a lot of things in common, more than just our shared fetish. We both loved movies and going to see them in theaters, we both loved video games too, me more so than her but she was happy to play with most of the time. We both loved the outdoors too, going out on hikes and camping. And we also both enjoyed just being lazy together sometimes. Just sitting around and being together. Like I said, intoxicating, but very wonderful. But back to the other half of this smitten relationship, our shared fetish for her bathroom habits. I still can't believe I found a girl that actually enjoys peeing herself. The following Monday morning at school, I was able to finally ask her what was the story behind all this. We were early, just sitting on the ground by our lockers, killing a few minutes before our first classes started. "I had such a fun time on Saturday Alex, thank you again for taking me out." She said to me. "Oh are you kidding?" I replied. "I had an amazing time! Thank YOU for saying yes!" We both laughed, and she shined her trademark smile at me, the one where she turns looks me in the eyes and turns bright red. "So... I have to ask." I said in a whisper. "Why do yo--" She cut me off. "Why do I like to pee myself?" "Well, if you don't mind my asking." I quickly said. "Oh I don't mind, but only if you tell me why you think its so hot first." She said, biting her lip and turning red. I gave her a wry smile, looking around to see if anyone was within earshot first, before answering, "Oh I see how it is. I'm afraid there isn't much of a story actually. I think I remember some girl peeing herself way back when, but never really thinking of it until recently. For some reason it stuck with me as something I found to be insanely attractive. Once I figured myself out during puberty and... you know... it just became a thing." I finished with a shrug. "Hmm." She said with a smirk. "I suppose that's an acceptable answer. I might as well tell you my side of the story." "Oh please do!" I said back. She began, "For me, I've actually really never had a strong bladder. I was potty trained, and there's nothing clinically wrong with me, I've just been a little accident prone my whole life. Long car rides, airplane trips, big moments of excitement like surprises or laughing fits, you name it. Sometimes I just forget to think about it to. Sure my parents made sure to make me go all the time, but having an accident never bothered me either. So I just let *whatever* happen, happen." Abby put a certain amount of emphasis and smile when she said "whatever," at the end of her sentence. Now was my chance. She lobbed it up like a softball the size of a beach ball. Could it really be? Could she really be into... everything? I swallowed and asked, "When you say, *whatever*, do you mean..." and trailed off, with my implication being rather obvious. She smiled, and her face burned as red as the sun. She gave a shoulder shrug, winked, and said, "I don't know, maybe!" My jaw, quite literally dropped. I was in love. And she knew it too, I could read on her face that she loved the effect she was having on me. So she was either playing me for the cheapest fiddle in the west, or we were more meant to be than Romeo and Juliet! Abby continued. "But yeah, I've had plenty of accidents! I'd say its a pretty even split between  purposeful and accidental too. Like with the lunchroom the other day? I think its fun to shock people with a good "pee dare" every once in a while." I replied, "Oh you certainly shocked me! But I loved it!" "Oh I know you did!" She said back. "But yeah. One time I was on a big girls camping trip with friends of mine back in middle school, and we were just chasing each other around the house, and a friend of mine tackled me, and as we went down we both fell into a fit of laughter. Next thing I knew, my panties and my pajamas were soaking wet!" She continued. "No way!" Was all I could think to say. "Way! Another time, I was walking home from a soccer practice, and I really had to pee, and since my clothes were already filthy and full of sweat, and no one was around, I just let it all go right there in my soccer pants. Felt amazing too." I laughed and pushed her shoulder playfully. I was loving this! "Oh and then there was this time where I actually pooped myself!" And there it was. No more subtext. She actually said it. "Wait really??" I said to her, in a way to both express how truly interested in this I was, without being creepy." "Oh yeah!" She said with a laugh. "I was at a pool party back in middle school, and I had been eating and drinking all day just like everyone else. Well, after a few hours of just peeing in the pool, like everyone does, I felt that I had to poop. But unfortunately for me, I hadn't stopped for even a minute that entire afternoon. I was in the pool, out of the pool, grabbing a snack, running around, it was a party! So by the time my body actually told me I had to poop, it was like, DEFCON 1!" This time I genuinely laughed, as that was actually pretty funny. "So what did you do?? Did you poop in the pool??" Now she laughed, "NO I did not, goober! Once I felt the pressure hit me, I just turned heel as fast as I could out of the water. The bathroom was maybe 100 feet away from me, and I fast walked as quickly as I could but..." She faded out with a shrug. "Oh my gosh you're kidding!" I said, laughing, but also in pure heaven. "Nope, did it right there in my one piece!"  "Did everyone see you? What did you do" I prodded her to continue. "Nah, luckily enough I was close to the bathroom. It wasn't a big poo, but it was certainly a big enough one. It came out mid-walk, and I looked like I had a tail as I walked past the mirror in the bathroom!" I was laughing really hard now, as that was also genuinely funny. "I'm glad this is so funny for you!" Abby said, while laughing along with me." "No its amazing! I'm laughing because I just would have LOVED to be there to see that!" "Oh i know you would have big guy" she said to me with a pat on the cheek. "But yeah, I made it into the bathroom with no one seeing me, and I sat right down on the toilet as fast as I could. I still had to go, so I ripped off my one piece as fast as I could, and was able to finish up in the toilet. The luckiest part of all of this is, it was solid enough that it actually was super easy to cleanup. I just dropped it in the toilet, finished pooping, then put my suit back on and hopped back in the pool. Wasn't dirty at all!" "Man what a great story!" I said once she finished. "Thank you, thank you..." She said with a mock bow. "So just over the years, you've been accident prone... huh. But what about... You know..." I trailed off. "Oh, you mean..." She said, with a gesture that indicated we were on the same page." That part is kind of like your part I guess. Once I got into high school and really started going through puberty, it kind of just became my thing. I would have accidents so often that it became kind of a.. turn on." She whispered to me. Now, I was the one with the red face. "So it got to the point where any chance I could get without being caught, I'd have an *accident*..." She finished, biting her lip. And this is where I jumped in. "So, you do like it then? Like you said back at the movies, there's more where that came from? You weren't joking me?" She gave me a side eye, then said, "Alex, I am being totally honest with you." She looked up and down the hallway, then whispered to me, "I love peeing myself. And more" I started stammering, trying to get words out, but before I could, the class bell rang, and Abby started to get up. She said as she got up, "Cat got your tongue? Tough luck big guy, you'll get 'em next time." As she grabbed her bag off the floor, she did one of those quick feels of the crotch that one does, like when a guy tries to fix his junk, or when a girl is checking for their period. "Ooh, a little damp down there!" Again, I was nearly too stunned to speak. But I was able to un-swallow my tongue, and find the words to say, "Wait, did you just have an accident?" She bit her lip, then walked over to me, grabbed my hand, and whispered into my ear, "No." Readers. When I tell you I don't think I had ever been more turned on, utterly happy, and completely awestruck with silence all at the same time, I freakin mean it. I must have gotten tunnel vision, because the next thing I knew, Abby was blowing me a kiss goodbye as she walked to her class. I came to just in time to catch it, and had to sprint off in order to not miss my own class. But damn... What a gal.
PART 4 There was a day a little while later that proved to be one of my favorites of the entire year. Things were going amazingly between Abby and I. We continued down our path of discovery during our brand new relationship, learning more new things about one another. We truly were a couple now. We'd been together for over a week now, and we weren't hiding it. We'd been holding hands in the hallways, meeting up after class and after school, texting constantly. What was funniest though was, all of our friends being so happy about us! Apparently Abby's friends knew she was crushing on me and had hoped we would be dating soon. And my friends, well, were just happy I was dating someone.  But that's neither here nor there, its just all to say that things really were going great for the both of us. It was the last period of the day, and fortunately it was actually a class that we shared. Unfortunately for us, it was one that had assigned seats, so we sat quite literally as far away from one another as possible. The desks were arranged in a sort of semi circle around the center of the room, and we were on opposite ends. So while we weren't sitting next to each other, at least we got to look one another in the eyes. We made the time pass by making faces at one another. And if we could get away with it, we would just text each other during class as well. As luck would have it, today was a Friday movie day so our teacher wasn't paying any attention, allowing us to text each other the whole time.  Me: I just want this day to end so we can go do something Abby: god yes, this is so boring Me: Do you want to do something tonight? Did you have any plans? Abby: I was hoping you would ask! She smiled at me from across the room. Abby: No I have no plans, but I do want to do something with you. Any ideas? Me: Oh good! But no, I'm up for anything though. Movie? Game Night? Just drive Around? Abby: Just driving around sounds fun, maybe we could go find something to do somewhere. Me: Great idea! I bet we can find something. Abby: Yeah! As long as I'm with you, I'm happy 🙂 My heart skipped a beat at that one. It never gets old, hearing a sweet nothing from your loved one, weather its the first time or the thousandth time. Me: Being with you is the only thing I wanted to do this weekend anyway 😉 Now I could see her smile back at me from across the room and blush a little. She looked especially cute today too. It was Friday, which was generally regarded as a casual day for us. Seeing as how Abby was incredibly fit and worked hard on her body, she often would wear leggings to school to show off her figure. All kinds of leggings too; athletic, joggers, capris, soft and comfy, anything really. But today was a soft and comfy kind of day. She had on dark grey soft cotton leggings, and a plain t shirt. I'm not sure if she knew it yet, but I genuinely couldn't stop staring at her all day. Me: also, if I haven't told you already today, you look stunning. I could see Abby make a puppy dog face at me from across the room. Abby: Aw you're too sweet! I didn't really try though, this is just an average outfit for me. Me: That's what makes you so beautiful! Abby: Stop it I'm blushing like crazy! She was, I could see her instinctively covering her face while reading that message. Abby: Thank you for being so nice, I'm glad you think I look good today! Me: Oh you look amazing every day don't worry! I kept pouring on the sweetness. It was all true too. Its not like I was trying to get in her pants or anything. Although that is ideally where I'd like to end up... I'm not rushing this. Abby quite possibly is my dream girl, I don't want to fuck it up by going too fast. The good thing was, I could feel she was head over heels for me too, so shooting compliment after compliment at her wasn't going to do me any damage. Abby: Stoppppp you're too amazing. And you quite the looker yourself! I was dressed like I always dressed. A pair of shirts, a t shirt, and a nice pair of shoes. I know its different for guys, but hey, she's into me, right? Me: Oh hush, you know I look like this every day! Abby: No I mean, you're hot Alex. Why do you think I can't stop looking at you? I looked up from my phone, and she indeed was staring at me. I took a moment and visibly put my phone down, put my chin on my hand and just stared back at her. We made googly eyes and soft smiles at each other in that dark classroom for what felt like a year. Having my heart constantly fluttering was an ecstatic feeling, and I never wanted it to end. But after a quick glance at our teacher to make sure he wasn't noticing us, i sent her this. Me: I really like you Abby.  I saw her look down at her phone and take one of those big deep breathes you take when you can barely contain your excitement. Abby: I like you a lot too ❤️ Unfortunately, it was then where we saw our teacher start to survey the classroom. We both hid our phones in our laps and pretended to be watching the movie. He kept his eye on the class for a bit, so I wasn't able to do more than steal a glance or two at Abby for the time being. She was watching the movie anyway. Another ten minutes went by though, and I was able to sneak my phone back out. I wanted to go big. I was emboldened by our texts and our whole week of new love that I decided to just go for it. Me: Hey Abby. Abby: Yes? Me: I dare you to pee yourself! I sent it. I know I said I wasn't trying to rush things, but at this point I don't think this was rushing it. Abby has already peed herself in front of me, in public mind you, told me peeing herself (and pooping herself) turns her on, and has gone IN DETAIL about the numerous accidents she has had over the years. At this point, talking about accidents and Abby peering herself was a normal point of conversation. But for the first time, I actually shot a dare at her out of the blue, hoping to catch her off guard. I know she'll be into it, but will she have the stones to go for it?  I stared at her as she read the message, and she bit her lip as she typed back. Abby: I don't have to go right now... Me: Oh. That's unfortunate... Abby: I didn't say no... I shot my eyes back up at her, and she was staring at me intensely, with the same look she got in her eyes when she peed herself back in the lunchroom. I decided to egg her on. Me: Ah, so you aren't a chicken then! Abby: You know i'm not! I just don't want to get caught! Me: Well I guess its good you don't have to go then! Abby: I think there's a little in the tank... enough to be noticeable, but not enough to leave a puddle or anything. Me: You're wearing dark leggings, and its a dark classroom. Who's gonna notice? Abby: Exactly why I didn't say no... Me: Like I said, I dare you. Abby: Watch me. I put my phone down and stared intently at Abby. She had put her phone down as well, and although it was hard to see, I could tell she spread her legs open under her desk. Abby put one hand in her crotch, and another on the desk. She looked at the teacher, then looked left and right to make sure nobody but me was paying any attention to her. When she was satisfied, I saw her close her eyes. It lasted only a few seconds, after which she reopened her eyes, took her hand back out of her crotch and closed her legs. She picked up her phone. Abby: Done 😉 Me: God this damn dark classroom, I could barely tell! Did you really do it?? Abby: Of course! My crotch is soaked! Me: How bad is it? Abby: Not to bad at all, like I said I didn't really have to go.  I watched as she gave her butt a nonchalant itch, which was obvious to me as a subtle way of feeling how wet she was back there. Abby: My butt is mostly dry, its my crotch that is soaking. My leggings may not show it, but my panties are thoroughly peed in! Me: Man what I wouldn't give to see it. Abby: Don't worry, I'll make sure you get to see plenty of it this weekend 😉 Me: Fuck me that's hot... We really were getting into the dirty talk now. I'd made it this far by going for broke, why stop now? Abby: Oh I agree, it feels absolutely amazing... Me: What does it feel like? Abby: Almost like an orgasm, actually I almost choked on my breath. Abby: Its warm and comforting, but also naughty. Makes me it even wetter down there, if you know what I mean... Me: Trust me, it's not exactly a "soft" situation over here. I know exactly what you mean, and I'm here for it. Abby: Good 😉 I watched Abby rub her legs together, reveling in the warmth of her freshly peed in panties, when my boldness took yet an even greater step. Me: Now I dare you to poop yourself. She looked up at me with her mouth agape, before catching herself and texting back. Abby: No way!!! Me: *Bawk Bawk Bawk* Sounds like chicken talk to me. Abby: I don't even have to go right now! This is where I knew I had her. Me: Liar! She looked back up at me as if she'd been caught. Abby: No I'm not! Me: Abby, its two hours post lunch and you've had coffee today. Plus, you've told me when you get home from school you have to take a shit. So I know you're bluffing! She knew I had her. She looked back up at me and bit her lip again, but less of a sexy bite and more of a nervous one. Abby: But in front of all these people?? Me: A dare's a dare! I wasn't sure if she'd actually go for it, but i figured it was worth a shot. Discreetly peeing yourself is one thing, but making a big lump in your leggings, where the whole class could see and smell it is a whole other thing. Abby hadn't responded, as I could see her thinking it over. Abby: I'll cut you a deal. Me: What's that. Abby: I'll poop myself, after the bell, as we're walking on our way out of the building. But you have to make it worth my while. Me: I thought you liked pooping yourself? Is that not worthy enough? Abby: Oh I do, but I'm the one shitting in public here! Me: Fair point... but I did dare you! Abby: Dare accepted! But I expect one hell of a weekend together! We both put our phones down, as the lights came back on right at that moment. The movie had ended, and our teacher got up. "Alright everyone, there's only five minutes of class left. It's Friday, talk amongst yourselves until the bell rings." They said. But Abby and I didn't move a muscle. We locked eyes, and didn't let go. She  was shifting in her seat, undoubtedly battling the beast that was in her rectum. But she was also very turned on, I could tell. She was embarrassed and looking down, but also biting her lip and breathing a little heavily. I could she was as into this as I was. Not just the fetish that we both love, but the dirty, naughtiness of it all as well. It was intoxicating. At last, the final bell rang. Everyone rushed out of the room, grabbing their bags and heading for their busses and their cars. Abby and I slowly got up, still making eye contact. We met at the door, and walked out into the crowded hallway. She turned around, and started walking towards the exit at the end of the hallway, maybe 100 feet away. I got in step right behind her, maybe 6 inches from her rear end. There were people all around us, but it felt like we were the only two people in the world. I leaned into her ear. squeezed her hand in mine and whispered. "i'm right behind you." She turned her head just enough to the side to give me her trademark side eye. She was blushing like crazy, but I couldn't tell if it was from being turned on or from the poop she was about to do. We got maybe 20 feet from the door when the crowd started to thin a little. It was here where she turned her head and said, "it's happening." Abby began to walk a little bowlegged. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but you'd notice it if you were paying attention. She was still walking, but I could tell she was bearing down. But instead of a slow burn like I thought it would be, it all happened in the blink of an eye. One moment, her leggings contoured to her butt like normal, and they next they expanded to the size of a tennis ball, comfortable nestled in between her cheeks. I could tell it wasn't solid either, more of the soft serve consistency. It filled the crevasse of her crack, and made a sizeable damp patch as well. I stayed right behind her so no one could see what she had done. But me, I was in our heaven. Abby though, she was in pure heaven. I heard her exhale and grunt a little as her mess flowed out of her. Once it finished, we were at the exit and walked outside. No one was around us, but I just grabbed her by the hand and we fast walked to my car which was only another 50 feet away. Once we got there, Abby leaned up against my car, still heavily breathing. But she wasn't out of breath, I could tell she was super into this. I sure was. "That was fucking incredible!" I said to her. "Oh my god that felt so fucking amazing.." She said to me between bated breathes. "Did you like it?" I asked. "Oh my god Alex, I've wanted to do that for so long... I never get to poop my pants like I want to, I can't believe I just did that!" She replied. I responded, "That was truly the most amazing thing I've ever been a part of." I said to her, laughing as I pulled her in for a kiss. She laughed along with me, and we reveled in the wonderful mess she made. "Take me home so I can get cleaned up?" She asked as we broke off our kiss. "Your wish is my command!" I said back, as I pulled open my car door for her.  She hopped in, sitting a little gingerly on her butt, but largely paying no mind to the poop in her panties. "How is it?" I asked her as I got in myself and started driving away. "It feels like a thousand fireworks are going off in my crotch. So warm... So heavy... So amazing..." I grabbed her hand. I so badly wanted to shove my hands in her still wet crotch and take her, but I knew there would be a better time and place for that. I drove her the short distance to her house, as we sat and talked about the mess in her pants. When we arrived she hopped out. I rolled my window down, and she gave me a kiss before walking up her driveway to her house. Right before she walked inside, she gave me a full turn in the broad daylight. Her crotch was indeed still wet, ever so slightly a shade darker than the rest of her panties. And her butt had turned brown, as her non-solid poop spread after having sat on it. She blew me a kiss as she walked in the door. I don't know how she planned to get away with her clean-up, but I knew it would be a tall order. Me on the other hand... I was so rock hard from the whole endeavor, I had my own problem to take care of at home, pronto.
PART 5 Abby and I have been dating over a month now. Its still a very new relationship, but we’re getting more and more comfortable together. Sure, we’ve gone headfirst into our shared fetish, but we still needed to build a actual relationship together. So over the course of these few weeks, we’ve learned, we’ve laughed, and frankly, we’ve begun to love. Its really feeling like we have something so special, and not just because of the obvious. We’ve finally reached the point in our relationship where we’ve gotten deep. We’ve gone on a few late night and shared some really intimate things with one another. I’ve told abby about my struggles with my family, how I have anxiety issues, and where I want to be in my life in the coming years. And abby has told me about how she’s felt different in her life by having the fetish we have, how she’s always felt such pressure from her family, and where she wants to be as well. And the best part about it all is, we both have come to the conclusion that we are literally perfect for one another. For me, Abby helps to keep me grounded. She has a way of keeping my head on my shoulders, even after dating for over a month. She has a very calm demeanor when she wants to pull it ou, and its saved me from spinning off the rails once or twice already. For Abby, she says that dating me has made her feel validated. Not only does she feel seen in terms of our fetish, but she feels seen in her life as a whole. Being under such pressure from her family, I help her navigate those obstacles, while reassuring her she is living her life exactly as she wants to, which is absolutely ok. This is all to say, Abby and I have officially fallen hard for one another. We haven’t said “I love you” yet to one another, but it can’t be too far away. Hell, I already know it in my bones, but we all know how scary of a prospect saying those words can be. But enough of the gushy stuff. I bring it all up, because its exactly what we were discussing the next time I witnessed one of Abby’s “accidents.” We were in my car on a late Saturday night drive. It was getting close to midnight, and we’d been driving around, listening to each other’s favorite music and talking about life. It was about here when I really wanted to know on the deepest level possible, what drove this shared fetish of ours. “So Abby.” I started off. I was driving with one arm on the wheel and my other hand resting on her thigh. “I to know exactly why you like to pee and poop yourself. I want to know everything about it. Its so fascinating to me.” “It is? Why?” She responded. She was leaned back in her seat, with one hand on mine in her lap, the other up on my neck, scratching the back of my head. I responded. “Well, don’t you think its wild that we found each other like this? Likely the only two people for a thousand miles that both have this fetish? I just want to share every single thing about this with you, because I never want it to end!” “Well you are right.” She said back. “I still can’t believe we’re dating, but the fact that you actually ENJOY my “accidents,” let alone don’t think they’re disgusting, is so incredibly… I don’t even have the words.” “I can’t Either!” I said. “Which is why I want to know everything about it for you. Talking about it makes it feel so… real. Because sometimes it feels like a dream.” Abby continued, “Well, I’m not sure how much there is to tell that hasn’t already been said. My… enjoyment of peeing and pooping myself is something that came around over time. I’ve told you about my accidents as a child, but once I hit puberty, everything changed.” “How so?” I asked her. I began rubbing my hand on her thigh. Nothing gross, just something to let her know I was genuinely interested. Plus, she was wearing another pair of soft leggings that I just loved on her. “Well, once I hit puberty my accidents started feeling different. I didn’t know quite how different yet, but I knew it was different. “ I nodded my head in understanding. Abby continued. “That was in middle school. Once I got to high school, I learned that my peeing myself felt similar to the way I felt when I saw a hot guy, or something like that.” I let her keep going without interrupting. Eventually I put two and two together and realized instead of holding myself back from those good feelings by trying not to have accidents, I said fuck it and started to embrace it. At least, mentally embrace it. I still felt self-conscious about having accidents around family and friends, and would only let me pee myself when I knew I could get away with it. “But what about how you said you like daring yourself to do it, or surprising others with it?” I asked her. “Well that’s exactly what I mean.” She said. “When it’s a dare, it’s a surprise. Its out of the ordinary. Me peeing myself seems like a one-off. So every once in while I’m able to do one of those dares, allowing me to pee myself in front of others, which is way different than doing it at home in the bathroom. A much better feeling.” “Is that why you had me dare you to pee yourself back in the lunchroom last month?” I asked her. “Kinda!” She exclaimed. “I mean, that’s how it started. I had been crushing on you for so long already that I was just excited to talk to you at that point.” I blushed as she said this, and we grinned eachother big doofy grins. She continued, “but once we started talking alone, I kind of started to… get turned on?” She said, shrugging a little. “You didn’t!” I said, exclaiming to her. “I did! Come on Alex, I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, do you blame me??” “Yes I do!” I said with a laugh. “I was so scared to mess up any of that conversation, I was so nervous! I of course wanted to date you too, but I didn’t know what to do, I had never been in that position before!” Abby said, “Well, you just being yourself got me turned on! So sue me!” I laughed as she said that. I also took this time to move my hand a little farther in between her legs. I wasn’t in her crotch, but my hand was now definitely between her legs at least. And I know she noticed it too, because she spread her legs open a little to allow my hand to be where it was. We were in an unspoken agreement about that situation. She meanwhile, still had her hand against my neck. “Well alright then, but why dare to pee yourself in front of me right there? You had no way of knowing that I’d like it!” I said to her. “Well sure, hence why I made it a dare, to make myself seem all wild and spontaneous. Plus, I actually hadn’t meant to do that in that moment. Once I got turned in, the next natural step in my brain was to want to pee myself. So one thing led to another and…” She faded out with another shrug and a smile. “Well you gamble paid off, because damn was it hot.” I said to her, squeezing her leg. “Hey, what about you though? I know you said this fetish kind of just came to you, but do you know why? From where?” She asked me. “Yeah not really! I’ve told you everything I know I think. I’ve never partaken in the act myself, but I’m not really against it either. But there’s just something about seeing a girl have an accident… seeing her desperate to pee or poop that’s so enticing, so adorable even. And then when her pants get dark, or a lump shows up in the back… it’s like that loss of control. That loss of control is what drives it, I think. That, and that I want to be there for it all. To watch, to feel it when it happens, and to help out after the fact. Just, losing control like that just really…” Now it was my turn to shrug and smile at Abby. “I understand that though.” She said back to me. “That’s kind of how it is for me too, at least mentally. The feeling of losing control really takes it to another level for me… but that’s only half of it obviously, feeling the warm pee go down my legs, and pooling around my… “ abby gestured to her crotch. “Its an indescribable feeling.” I jumped in. “Well you’ve talked a lot about peeing yourself, but what about pooping yourself?” Abby blushed. “Ahh yes. Pooping myself didn’t come until much later. Until recently actually. I’d had poop accidents before, but not nearly as often. That swimming one I told you about was the only one that year. But within this past year, since I turned 18, its become this new, amazing thing.” “How so?” I asked her. Now, I had starting moving my hand farther up her leg. My fingers were all the way in between her legs, with my palm still on top. But now my hand was maybe only an inch or two away from her crotch. Abby spread her legs a little wider to allow for this, so I knew she was still ok with it, per our unspoken agreement. “Well, I’ll be honest with you Alex. I shit myself on my 18th birthday.” She said, laughing. “You did?? How??” I said incredulously. “Ok so it was my 18th birthday, and I went out with all my girlfriends that night. We went to the club, we want to a house party, we did it all. And I should mention, I was drunk. Verrrry drunk.” Abby said. “Aaaaaaah. I think I know how this is going to go.” I said laughing. “MMhmm, you sure do!” She said, also laughing. “I got so drunk that by the time my friends and I all got back to my house at the end of the night I couldn’t walk straight. I’ll say, at this point I’d already peed myself due to all the drinks I had. But I was wearing a black romper, so it was easy to hide.” I laughed heartily at that one. “Shut up! But yeah I was already wet, but after all the food I’d eaten all day mixed with the the booze I’d just had, I was a time bomb about to blow! So we all got back to my house around 1 or 2 am, and I barely even knew where I was. I was stumbling around, slurring my words, the whole nine. But while I may not remember most of this night, I’ll never forget pooping myself. I remember stumbling into my room, falling face first onto my bed, and then I remember my poop just coming right out of me. I don’t remember ever having to poop, but I wasn’t exactly surprised, given the circumstances. And I remember feeling such a euphoric high from it, it was over from there, pooping myself was officially my new thing.” “Damn, that’s so crazy!” I said at the end of her story “Oh yeah! I don’t think ill ever forget it!” “So how does pooping yourself compare to peeing yourself?” I asked her. “Its surprisingly a different feeling. With peeing, its an immediate, obvious warmth, not unlike an orgasm. It spreads, and fully engulfs me down there, and is such a wonderful feeling. Pooping is… more of a mind thing I think? The naughtiness of both of them certainly play into it, but the the naughtiness of pooping myself is amplified, like its even more taboo, more unacceptable, so some part of me wants to just do it…” Abby said. I just nodded, taking everything in. “So while peeing is more obvious an immediate, its also a relatively easy cleanup too. Pooping is a lot of buildup, and a lot of in my head, knowing its such a bad thing to do, and then the release is so powerful. The cleanup usually sucks, but its worth it.” “Thank you for telling me all of this Abby. I’m really glad you like to share this with me, it makes me so happy.” I told her at the end. As I said this I was parking the car back at her house, to drop off at the end of the night. “Are you kidding?” She said back. “I’ve been wanting to share this with someone forever! And I’m so glad its with you!!” She was almost crying as she said this, as if finding me was what she’d been looking for for so long. I went in and kissed her hard. We had been talking for so long, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I kissed her and had my hands all over her. Up and down her back, in her hair, on her legs. I didn’t dare try to toucher butt or her crotch, until she did it for me. “MMMmmm” Abby moaned as we kissed. It was very hot and heavy, and as she did she grabbed one of my hands and put it in front of her crotch. With our unspoken thing going on all night, I didn’t say a word. I knew exactly what was about to happen. Abby moaned again, and suddenly I felt her crotch get very warm and very wet, very fast. She was peeing herself, for me, for US, in my hand, and in my car. It was fucking amazing. I felt her wetness spread across her crotch and get sopped up by her leggings. I had cloth seats, but I didn’t care. She let it all out, soaking my hand in the process. As fate would have it though, as her stream tapered off, we got spooked by a flashing light. “Oh my god!” She said, breaking off the kiss and trying to cover her now very wet panties and pants. I turned and looked, but it was just a car turning a ways down the road. I looked back at Abby and laughed, and she laughed with me. “Sorry about that, I thought that was someone!!” She said. “That’s ok, I was kind of lost in all the…” I looked down and shrugged. “Me too.” She said, blushing extremely red. We sat in silence for a moment, just looking into eachothers eyes, both of us breathing heavily. We both knew what we wanted, but somehow we both came to the same conclusion. Not here, not yet. WE both dove in for one more big kiss, before Abby hopped out of the car. “Thank you for an amazing night Alex.” Abby said to me through the window. “Thank you for BEING amazing abby. And thank you for… that.” I said back, looking at her soaked pants. “As long as you like that Alex, I’ll keep giving it.” She said. “I will never not like it, as long as you keep enjoying it too.” I replied. “Trust me, this is never going to get old!” She said back to me, before giving her vagina a big rub of her hand, bringing it up to her face and blowing me a kiss. My jaw dropped. But before I could say anything, she was already up at the door to her house. “Goodnight!” She shouted down to me. All I could do was wave back. I was in love.
PART 6 It has now been over two months of dating for Abby and I, and life has been nothing short of perfection. As I've said before, we both click really well together, not just in terms of our fetish, but as people as well. But now on top of that, we're starting to grow together. We're starting to think longer term, now that we both know we really have something special together. And no we aren't talking marriage or anything, that's a bit premature considering we're seniors in highschool. But we are discussing what we want to do with our lives, what colleges we might want to go to, and if we think we might still be together when that time comes. I certainly want to be, as does she, but college is tricky, so we kind of just have to wait and see. That is where we are relationship-wise, but physically, we were actually out in nature for the next story I want to share with you. On this day, Abby and I had decided to get lost in the woods and go on a hike. There's a nature preserve not too far from where we live, so we decided to make the drive and hike up the small foothill that lie within it.  On this particular day, we both dressed for the occasion. I had on athletic shorts and a t shirt, along with some old tennis shoes. Abby was largely the same-- she had on short athletic shorts, and a sports bra/tank top combo that just looked amazing on her. She also had her hair in a pony tail to complete the look. We set off from the base of the "mountain" in the morning, expecting to reach the top in about an hour. It wasn't a tough hike, but it was a great time nonetheless. It was a early spring day, maybe a month from graduation. This obviously made our conversation a rather important one; where we would be going to school in the fall. "So," I started after a few minutes of hiking. "Where are you on your decision? Still between State and Tech? "Yeah" Abby said. "I can't make up my mind. There's pros and cons to both, but its too close to call. What about you? Still stuck between State and Southern?" "Yeah that's right. And I am still stuck." I replied. "I don't know what we're gonna do." Abby said to me. I let the silence of the nature around us linger for a while before asking. "Have you ever thought of us going to State together?" "Of course I have, have you?" Abby replied. "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't." I said back to her. It was out there now. Would it be so bad if we went to the same school? Would it jeopardize our relationship? Or would it be the best way for us to grow together? "Its obviously an enticing thought. But we have to be rational. We both need to ultimately do what's best for ourselves. I mean, this is college we're talking about, not where we're going to eat dinner. This is a big deal." Abby said. It hurt a little bit to hear that one, but she was right. We have to think bigger picture about this. "Yeah, you're right." I replied. "Still doesn't make it any easier." "I know." She said back. I let some more silence linger, as we walked hand in hand up the mountain. It was a gorgeous day, with no one else around. Just me, Abby, and trees as far as we could see. "So, if we went to different schools. Would you want to stay together?" I asked her. "I like you a lot Alex. I don't want to lose this. So yes, I would want to stay together. Would you?" That helped a little to hear that. "Oh good! Yes I would too. This is amazing, you're amazing, I can't imagine being with anyone else right now." "Ok good!: She said with a laugh. We both shared an awkward laughter of relief, establishing that we do want to see where our relationship goes. I was about to continue this conversation, but Abby started walking weirdly, which could only mean one , very amazing thing. "Have to pee?" I asked her. "Yeah I do, I think I had too much water on the drive up here." She replied. "Well we haven't come across anyone, I'm sure you can go behind a tree over there if you're struggling." I said to her. She laughed, then said "Why would I do that??"  She looked at me with that beautiful cheshire grin of hers, then stepped in front of me and turned to face me. She shimmied out of her athletic shorts, leaving her in just her top, bra, and colorful cotton panties in broad daylight. She looked absolutely stunning. This was a rather forward moment for us as well. Yes she's peed herself in front of me a number of times now, but she hasn't ever removed any clothing in front of me. I grew visibly hard in my loose shorts just at the mere sight of her. "Abby what're you--" I started, before she cut me off. "Shh baby. Let's enjoy this together." She said back to me. She was blushing hardcore like she does every time she's turned on or about to pee herself, both of which usually occur at the same time. She spread her legs apart so her beautiful panty-clad crotch had plenty of room to breath. But it wasn't long before the bright pink, yellow and white front of her panties turned a much darker shade. She began peeing after only a few seconds. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and let out a long moan, very clearly enjoying the sensation of fully letting go of her inhibitions in front of me. She peed full force into her panties for about ten seconds, right in the middle of the trail. The wet spot fully engulfed her crotch, went halfway up the front of her panties, and I assumed halfway up the back as well. With her legs apart, only a few streaks made it down her legs, with most of her pee largely pooling on the ground between us. Once she finished up, I was at full attention in my pants, and I had no way to hide it. "UUUUUUUUUUUhhhhhhhhhhh that was absolutely amazing." Abby said to me once she was finished. She opened her eyes and was looking right at me. "I'll say, holy shit Abby! That was hot as hell!" "Oh I'm aware!" She said with a wink, before gesturing to my pants with a look of pure elation." "Oh gees!" I said to her, trying to cover myself a little. But before I was able to, she stepped right up to me. "No, don't. I love that you love it too, and it's just your physical way of showing it." She said. "You don't mind?" I asked her. "No! Gees Alex I'm probably more turned on than you are, so you don't need to worry!" She said back. I smiled at her really big, and said to her, "Oh is that so?" As I said that I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her right up to me. "Oh yeah, it's not even close!" She said with a laugh. Before I either of us could say anything else, I pulled her all the way in for a very passionate kiss. I pulled her all the way into me, with our chests touching, both arms fully wrapped each other's backs, and most importantly, her soaking wet crotch grinding right against my very hard penis. We kissed for a very long time, moving our hands all around one another, to our backs, necks, and face. I wanted so badly to go all the way down to her ass and feel how soaked it was, but I wasn't sure if we were there just yet. I know we were essentially dry humping each other out in the open, but that was still a step neither of us had taken yet. Speaking of which, while I couldn't feel her down there with my hands, I certainly did with my crotch. She was so amazingly wet, I was in heaven. I could feel her right up against my penis, getting both my athletic shorts and even my own underwear a little wet. We kissed, moaned, and grinded each other for what seemed like forever, and I never wanted it to end. However, we were both startled apart by a loud snapping branch. We both instantly pushed away from one another, each of us looking around frantically. Once we realized it was just a branch and not a person, we both broke down in laughter. "Haha how'd that just happen!!" I asked Abby. "I'm not sure!! It kinda just did!" She replied. "You are so freakin hot Abby, good lord..." I said, catching my breath. "I know!" She said with a wink She Picked her shorts back up and started to put them back on. "You're pretty freakin hot yourself you know!" "Oh stop it." I said to her in mock shyness. "But for real... all I can say is wow!" "Yeah that was pretty amazing Alex." She said to me, both of us now standing eye to eye holding hands. We had one more kiss, before setting off to the top of the mountain, which was only about ten minutes away. Once we got to the top, we were greeted with a stunning view of the town below us, with views that went on for miles. There was an overlook, but we chose a more secluded rock outcropping that was maybe 30 yards away that seemed a popular spot for young kids like us. We sat down on the rock, with our legs hanging off the cliffside. We sat in silence, just taking it all in for a few minutes, before I told her what I had wanted to for over a month now.  "I love you, Abby." There it was. I had known it for some time now, but if we were going to decide to go to different colleges, I knew that now was the time to let her know how I truly felt about her. She turned her head to me in an instant, with her mouth agape, bringing both her hands up to her face. But before I could get worried, her expression turned into a smile behind her hands. "Oh Alex, I Love you too!" She said back to me.  We embraced on that mountain top, relishing in the barrier we just crossed in our relationship. And it felt amazing. We broke off our hug, and touched foreheads, laughing and kissing. "Haha I do, I love you!" She said to me in between the laughs. "Yes I'm so glad, I love you too!" I said back to her. We went in for more kisses, and I kept stealing glances at her still wet crotch that was keeping me hard the entire time. I broke it off and said to her, "You're my dream girl Abby, and I love you. Let's go to State together, Yeah?" "Yeah??" She said, getting very excited. "Yeah!!" "YEAH!!!" We both got more and more excited and cheered as we came to the conclusion that we wanted to spend that much more time together. WE both knew only time would tell if we were able to stick it out, but this was a big moment for us. We knew we wanted to enter the next phase of our lives together, and it felt like the right one. We sat on that mountain top for the next 20 minutes, talking about each other, about love, about college. It was wonderful. But after a while, we decided to get up and head back down the mountain. Once we got near the bottom, I was greeted with one more surprise. Abby stopped and said, "Alex?" "Yeah babe?" I said, turning to her. Once I turned, Abby gave me a quick kiss. "I love you." As she said this, she took a step back, and she leaned forward and spread her legs again. I knew what was about to happen, but I was too stunned to speak. She audibly moaned again, and began grunting. She turned 90 degrees, then crouched down and bore down on the poop she was about to push into her wet panties. She grunted some more, before I saw her panties and shorts begin to tent out. She kept grunting and pushing until the tent fell downward, dropping the gusset of her panties. Her big log broke off and settled in her panties, looking like the size of a bratwurst. She exhaled and turned back to me. "I love you, so much." I was still too stunned to speak, so all I could think to do was to kiss her, which I promptly did. After about 30 seconds I broke it off, and said, "I love you too, very much." She looked up at me with an adorable smile, one kind of like a toddler who knew they did something they weren't supposed to. She bit her lip, and then said to me. "You can feel it if you want." "I can?" I asked incredulously. "Yeah." She whispered back to me. As she whispered, she grabbed my hand and brought it to her butt. She placed it right on top of the mound in her panties. It was big and warm, and it felt utterly incredible. She closed her eyes as she slowly moved her hand on top of mine. I barely moved my hand, for fear of making a mess of her behind, but I did lightly squeeze the turd, feeling it up against her. It was unlike anything I had experienced before, and I never wanted it to end.  Abby gave me a kiss on the nose, before backing away. She giggled as she went behind a nearby tree. At first I didn't know what she was doing, but she then squatted all the way down, lowering her pants in the process. With her pants and panties around her ankles. she turned her panties upside down, dropping her solid turd on the ground beneath her. She pulled her pants back up and walked back over to me with a smile. "If anyone see's it they'll just thing it was a deer or something!" "Haha good point! But isn't your butt dirty?" I asked her. "Nah" she replied. "The turd was solid, and my panties already wiped up any poop on my cheeks." I couldn't argue with that logic an gave her a laugh. "I'm so glad we get to keep doing this, keep being together!" I said to her. "College is gonna be crazy!" She said back to me. "Do you think we'll still get to do things like this? Will you still wet and poop yourself?" I asked. She replied excitedly, "Are you kidding?? Being away form home means I'm going to do it all the time!"\ Om that note she sprinted ahead of me, shouting "Race you to the car!" "Oh you're on!" I yelled back to her. I couldn't wait to see what my dream girl had for me next. Edited May 6, 2022 by Kinglear07 (see edit history)
Hello everyone! Long time no see! I'm sorry I haven't written in a few months. Life got crazy, I switched jobs and moved, and the creative juices haven't really been flowing. But lately the writing itch has caught me again, so I'm gonna take another stab at this series! I'm not sure how many Ive got left in me, or how often I'll keep going, but I'll do my best to make the new entries much closer together! I also have a few single-shot stories that I plan to write in the enar future as well, with possibly another new series on the way, so be on the lookout for those! Thank you for all the praise as well, it's very much appreciated!! =============================== Part 7 It's been a whirlwind couple of months for Abby and I. We solidified our plans to go to state, graduated from high school, and had a very relaxing summer together as we prepared to go off to college. Abby and I both ended up graduating with honors, and we each got a sizeable scholarship to state as well. I plan majoring in journalism or media studies, something communications based. I'm not super passionate about STEM degrees, and yeah I've heard all the jokes about communications majors but I don't care, it's where my heart is. Abby on the other hand, she's kinda winging it to start. She said she's gonna take a bunch of core classes and feel out what she wants to do. Maybe teaching, maybe engineering, maybe medicine, who knows! Either way, it seems like it'll be an interesting four years together for the both of us. The end of the summer came and went, and our parents got together to see us off to state. We all drove the hour trip to campus and moved us all in together. I was in an all boys dorm while Abby was in an all girls dorm right next door. While our parents know we're dating and committed to one another, it's not like they were gonna let us stay on campus. Regardless, the school doesn't allow boys and girls to room together anyway. We knew we'd make it work though so, c'est la vie.  Once we were all moved in, we had a bittersweet goodbye to our families. We all hugged and kissed in the parking lot, and waved as they drove off, Abby wiping away a few tears and me trying to fight them back. And then we stood there in that parking lot, looked at one another, and almost out of a cheesy 80's movie we said at the same time:  "What should we do now?" We laughed at our cuteness, and then I just held my hand out as we walked back to her dorm. We had already decided we'd likely spend most of our time in her dorm room. We met her room mate, Isabella, earlier in the day and she seemed very nice and friendly, while also saying she had plenty of extracurriculars she's interested in, meaning we'll likely have alot of opportunity for alone time in her room. My room mate also seemed friendly, but we couldn't get a read on him.  Once we got to her room, we sat down on her bed and kinda just sat there and took stock for a moment. The next phase of our lives just got started. "Do you want to go get something to eat?" I said, finally breaking the silence. "Not really," Abby said. "I don't think I can eat right now, alot of emotions!" "Yeah," I said in return. "Makes sense." Another moment of silence passed, Isabella walked in the front door. "Oh hey guys!" She said with a big smile. "What's up??" "Nothing much" Abby said. "Our parents just left so now we're kinda just chilling." "Mind if I join you?" Isabella asked. "Sure!" We said at the same time. During this time we all got to know each other. It seemed like Abby and "Izzy" as she liked to be called would become fast friends. They listened to the same music, liked the same shows, and as luck would have it, they had two classes together too, and we all had one class together as well! "This is great!" Izzy said happily. "I don't really know anyone else here, I'm so glad I don't have to go into class totally blind!" "Oh my gosh same!" Abby replied. "Besides Alex, we really don't know anyone else either!" "Yeah! And you seem super cool so we're down to hang out any time!" Izzy blushed and waved her hand "oh stop!"  We continued talking for pretty much the rest of the night. We all walked around campus together for a little while, got some food, and ended up back in their room a few hours later. It was night time at this point, and Izzy gave a big yawn. "Oh man I'm pretty tired, probably gonna go to bed soon." "Yeah me too, it is getting pretty late." I said back. "So how's it work lovebirds, are you two gonna be sleeping together over here most nights?" Izzy suddenly blurted out. Both Abby and I were too stunned to speak! But Izzy just laughed. "Oh man you should see your faces! I'm just fuckin round, if you guys want to sleep here that's totally fine I'm cool with it!" We laughed back. "I mean, I guess we probably will at some point, we've never actually slept in the same bed before!" Abby said looking at me. I thought to myself "oh boy, I guess we're having this conversation now." Before saying: "Do you want to sleep together Abby? I mean no pressure if you don't want to." "No I do! It's just a big step and all, and I'm not sure..." Abby said before Izzy cut her off. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to start this Convo for you guys!! Let me make it easy for you. It's the first night, campus police and RAs are gonna be swarming, why don't you sleep in your own room Alex until we all see how things go the next few days. Sound good?" Abby and I signed in relief and looked at eachother. "That sounds great to me, how about you Abby?" "Agreed!" She said back to me. It was now after midnight, and for the first time since this morning, I realized that Abby hasn't been to the bathroom all day. And Izzy has been with us for the last few hours, she's probably desperate! It was almost midnight too! I suddenly looked over at Abby and all the telltale signs were there. Her leg was bouncing up and down, she had a hand in her crotch, and she kept changing her position every couple of minutes. Sure she could have gone to the bathroom at any time, but I think was actually holding it for a chance to let it go with me! Any other time I'd count my lucky stars, but she looked pretty desperate. And I bet she didn't want to have this conversation with our new friend yet! But as luck would have it, an out presented itself right then and there. Izzy's phone rang. "Oh shoot it's my mom. I'm gonna go take this outside, she'll probably want to chat for a while. Back in a bit!" And she was out the door. I turned to say something to Abby but before I could something amazing was happening. "OH THANK GOD" Abby said immediately. "AAAHHHHHHHHHH....." She let out a monstrous sigh of relief, which I knew could mean only one thing. She was peeing herself! We were sitting on the floor in the bedroom, with our backs against the bed frame. Abby very quickly had spread her legs out fully, and I heard the loud torrent of her pee almost immediately. She was wearing dark gray leggings, so I could see the extent of her "accident" immediately. She was peeing with such force the stream actually shot out of her leggings and puddle in between her spread out legs. Her crotch was instantly soaked all the way from the top of her gusset to the entirety of her ass, since she was sitting down. She peed for at least 15 seconds, without slowing down for any of it. She grabbed my hand in the middle of it, I assume to stable herself amid her intense relief. After 20 seconds, her stream finally tapered off and she say with her head back in a moment of sheer euphoria.  "Holy shit!" Was all I could think to say in the moment. It brought her out of her trance and she looked at me with a big smile and laughed. "I have been holding that in for you ALL day!" "For me?? All day??" I laughed back at her. "Yes! I wanted to kick off our college years on the right foot and celebrate our first day together as a couple away from home!" "Well you certainly licked the right way to do it because... Holy shit!" I said to her. "You liked that huh??" She said back to me. "Yes!" I replied to her as she stood up. She now stood facing me, and I saw the extent of the damage. Her leggings were soaked. Her crotch was entirely dark with streaks going all the way down to her ankles. When she turned, I saw that her ass quite literally didn't have a single dry spot on it. "That's all for you baby!" She said to me with a sly smile. "All for me huh!" I said getting up to meet her gaze. "Oh yeah!" She said, giving me a long kiss in the process. Once she broke it off, she asked me: "Think the carpet will be ok?" I said back to her, "oh absolutely. These are shitty old dark navy carpets. Anything that happens we can either let air dry or dry up with a towel and spray some febreeze. If anyone sees we'll just say we spilled some water." "Ok good." She said back to me. "Thank God Izzy left the room too, I was getting so desperate holding that in all day..." "I could tell!" I said. "But fucking hell Abby, you like sexy as hell... I don't want you to change, but I think you have to. Izzy could be back any minute, what are you gonna tell her?" "Oh I'm sure I'll tell her about all this one day, but not today. You're right, I should probably get out of these wet pants." She said back. "Ugh Abby..." I said, pulling her in for a hub and grabbing her soaking wet ass. I took a peek out the window and I saw Izzy was still standing on the sidewalk on the phone. "Izzy is still on the phone..." I started to say. I looked at her with that knowing grin, and she looked at me, matching my energy. "It'd sure be a shame to ruin such a good pair of wet leggings..." I said. "Oh really now" she said to me, slowly walking back and forth and biting her lip. "I think you should shit in your leggings." I said to her. Abbys face turned from one of sly gamesmanship to the look of a sad schoolgirl with her hands behind her back. "I do really have to go poop..." "Do it in baby. Shit yourself for me." I said, standing there watching. "I can't hold it any more alex, I'm gonna poop in my pants!" She said to me, getting into position. She faced me as I sat on the bed, and stuck her butt out, preparing to bear down and release the beast inside her. "Oh my God it's coming out ITS COMING OUT!" Abby yelled. Amid this moment of utter bliss for the two of us, we didn't realize we had horribly miscalculated. As Abby's poop began to touch wet cotton, the door began to open. Neither of us heard the keys in the lock because of Abby's yelling, and I was locked in to her anyway. Abby's poop rocketed out of her at the same exact time the door swung open. It was izzy, being treated to a beautiful growing tent in Abby's pants not even two feet from her face in that small college dorm room. "Hey guys whats all that yell..." Izzy began, but she stopped abruptly once the door fully opened. Once I saw the door open I jumped up, trying to stop it, but I was too slow and on the other side of the room. In that moment we all froze. Me, arm stretched out towards the door. Izzy, hands over her face and mouth agape. And Abby, in the throws of pleasure, only to stop faster than an 18 wheeler hitting a high rise once she figured out what was going on. All with a five inch long turd sitting in her very wet leggings, for our new friend Izzy to see. "WHAT THE SHIT!" Izzy exclaimed. To be continued...
PART 8 We were frozen in time. It felt like a lifetime before something happened. Abby and I were staring at Izzy, who was staring back at us. She had just walked in on Abby shitting herself in some recently peed in leggings, while I was watching from the other side of the room. Izzy, understandably, was quite shocked to walk in on this, and had a very apt reaction of... "WHAT THE SHIT!" None of us said anything for about five seconds. My eyes darted back and forth between Abby and Izzy. Abby was facing away from me now, staring at Izzy, so I couldn't tell what she was doing. Izzy stood still with her hands over her face. It was at this point where I realized, our dorm room door was wide open! So I broke the silence, and took three strides to the door and slammed it shut, with Izzy stepping to the side in the process. I then turned with my back to the door, looking back at Abby and Izzy. It was here where I saw Abby fighting back tears in her eyes. I could tell she probably wanted to die right now, but she's also a fighter, and is going to try and fix this before she breaks down. Then, she broke the silence. "Izzy, I can explain, i--" "Were you just shitting yourself?!?" Izzy interjected. The short blonde was now standing between us, hands on her hips. "Um, yes, but I can explain!" Abby restarted. "This was a--" Izzy interjected again, this time turning to me: "And what are you doing?? Just standing there watching??" Clearly Izzy was confused, although she wasn't yelling anymore, just more in shock it seemed. I began: "We we're just sitting here and Abby had an acc--" But Izzy interjected again, picking up what I was about to say and running over to Abby: "oh my God you had an accident! Are you ok?? How did this happen??" At this point we were all talking over eachother in an attempt to explain. I wanted to tell izzy that this was all a big misunderstanding and that Abby just didn't make it in time, in an attempt to avoid telling her our secret, but Abby had other plans. While we were all still talking, Abby butted in: "OK!"  We all got quiet. "Izzy, I'm sorry you had to see this. I'm sorry you had to find out this way." And then Abby turned to me. "Alex, I'm gonna tell her." "No, wait!" I said, but she cut me off. "No Alex! We've been hiding this for too long. I know we just met her, but you know how when you meet someone special, you just know right away? Like when I met you? Izzy is special, she deserves to know. And she'll probably find out sooner or later, so I want to get it out of the way now." Izzy blushed and smiled when Abby gave her that compliment. "You're so sweet Abby, I feel the same way about you and Alex!" But tell me what? Get what our of the way? What's going on?" Izzy said. Abby turned to Izzy, took a deep breath, and began.  "Izzy, this wasn't an accident. I just peed and pooped myself on purpose." "Wait... What??" Izzy said, more confused than before. I took a deep sigh. "You're gonna want to sit down for this. Come here." I pulled up a chair. Izzy sat down, and I sat down too on the bed, while Abby remained standing next to me since she still had a full load behind her. Abby told her everything. Literally everything. About her early accidents growing up, how she grew a fondness for them, how we met, how we knew we were made for eachother for our shared interest, and how we decided to go into college without holding anything back (within reason), and being our truest selves now that we're out on our own. It took Abby and I maybe 15 minutes to explain everything. "I know we just met Izzy, but I meant what I said that I think you're really special! I think we can be great friends, best friends even, and I didn't want to tell you all this but now it's out in the open..." It was here where Abby started to cry. I reached for her hand but she took a step back, still focused on Izzy. "But if you find this all disgusting, want to change roommates or want to report us to the RA or whatever, I'll understand, I know it's weird and I..." Abby said through tears streaming down her face. "Hey hey it's ok--" I began, but I stopped when izzy quickly came and gave Abby a hug. "Shhhh" Izzy said to Abby. "It's ok, it's ok. Thank you both for telling me! I love your story, so much! It may be... Unorthodox, but it's 2022. When it's between two consenting adults and no one is getting hurt, I can't kink shame! And besides, you two sound like you're in love. Like *really* in love! I can't imagine what that's like, but to have such a strong connection like this with this fetish, it's really beautiful, it really is!" "So... So you're not mad?" Abby said, still though tears. "No no no of course not! I guess all my yelling was more out of surprise than anything! I'm not mad at all!" "And you still want to be friends? You don't want us to leave?" I asked her. "Yes of course! Like I said I don't know anyone else here and you guys are awesome! This doesn't change that! It  actually makes you even more awesome!" Izzy said. We all laughed and came in for a group hug. I had my hand on Abby ass and gave it a big squeeze, her turd squishing a bit in the process. "Oh!" Abby said, jumping. "Gosh I forgot all about this, I think I'll go clean myself up now, and take a shower. I'll be really quick." And she grabbed some clothes and went into their shared bathroom. Then Izzy and I stood there awkwardly for a second, then laughed at everything that had just happened. "We'll, phew! I am glad you're cool with all of this! I don't know what we would have done..." I said. "Haha yeah!" Izzy replied. "Seriously, don't worry though. You're secret is safe with me, it doesn't bother me at all." "So pee and poop doesn't gross you out?" I asked her. "Nah, we've all been there. I had a Few accidents growing up as well. Can't say I've ever explored the, ya know, *sexual* side of it" she said with a laugh. "But I'm not opposed!" I laughed and responded: "Well good! Now that it's out in the open and we don't have to his anything from you, I'm sure you'll walk in on us a few more times..." "Haha I gotcha, not many places to hide the sexy times as a freshman in college, I get it!" Izzy said with a laugh. "I'm sure we'll all figure out a system soon enough! Izzy and I continued chatting until Abby came out of the bathroom. It was here where I made my move to leave. "Hey baby! It's almost 2:00 AM now, i definitely need to get back and get some sleep." "Ok babe, yeah we'll probably get some sleep too, it is late." She replied. I gave Abby a kiss goodbye and waved to Izzy and saw myself out. After all of the events that just happened, I got back to my room and crashed immediately.
Part 9 A month has gone by since our first day of college, and everything has been going great. Abby and I are better than ever, both as a couple and in terms of our shared fetish. Abby and Izzy truly have become fast friends, spending nearly all of the time I'm not with Abby, together. And Izzy and and I have become good friends as well, striking up our own little ticks.  After that first night where we inadvertently welcomed Izzy into our naughty realm, things have slowly but surely gotten... Interesting? I guess? It started out normal for two weeks. Out of embarrassment, we tried to keep Abby's wetting and messing to ourselves as much as we could. We'd only do so when we were alone or when we knew Abby could clean up quickly. And that worked for a while, but pretty soon Izzy caught on and told us to stop hiding around on her account. She said she meant it when she said she didn't mind Abby's "accidents," and to just be ourselves regardless if she's around.  So pretty soon, we did just that. Just the other day the three of us were on our way back to their dorm when Abby said she needed to pee. I obviously gave her a look of approval, but Izzy suggested she just let it go. I thought that was very forward of her, but before I could give it any more thought, Abby did exactly that, and wet her athletic shorts as she walked. I must admit, it was an incredibly sexy scene witnessing my girlfriend wet herself on the move next to our new friend. And if I wasn't mistaken, I thought Izzy enjoyed it as well; she had a noticeable blush and I thought her nipples poked out? I chalked it up to her possibly being turned on, because I sure was too. I had to, *cough* situate myself, to avoid popping a tent of my own in my pants. Unfortunately that was painfully obvious to the both of them. Abby gave me a giggle, grabbed my hand and kissed my check, while Izzy looked away with a laugh herself. Nothing was spoken though, and I figured we may have come to an interesting understanding. Which brings us to today. Like I said, we're a month in to the year, so we've gotten into the swing of things. We've settled into all of our classes, even taken a few tests. Now it's Friday night, it's been a long week, and in typical college fashion, the three of us decided to kick back with some booze. I got us all some beer, some wine, even a fifth of vodka to welcome in the weekend. We were all just drinking and hanging out late into the night in their dorm, listening to music, and then things really got interesting. We all had a good buzz going when suddenly: Abby: "Ahhhhhhhhh..." Abby was just sitting on the floor and randomly began peeing herself in her dark green leggings and panties. "Gahdamn that's hot babe." I said in response. "Why thank you!" She said back to me. She gave me a big smile and I could tell she was pretty tipsy by how red her cheeks were. Although, some of that redness was due to her being turned on as well. I reached over and felt the wetness on her inner thigh, without directly groping her in front of Izzy. "Gees, you really know how to drive me crazy..." "Get a room you two!" Izzy said, laughing. We joined in and had a good drunken laugh. "We're in a room!" Abby said through the laughter, which all just made us laugh even harder. We continued our drunken laughter for maybe another minute before: "Oh my gosh I think I peed myself even more from all that!" Abby said. "I almost did too!" Izzy said. It was here where I decided to keep mostly quiet and see where things were going. I had been observing izzy to see if my suspicions of her being turned on the other day were true, and I think they were. Her cheeks are red again, nipples pointing through her shirt, and as we continued to drink, the bolder we all got, beginning with Abby's wetting. "God it does feel good though. Thank God I'm in college and never have to worry about who sees me anymore. It's so freeing..." Abby said. "Yeah... Can I ask you something?" Izzy said. "Here we go" I thought to myself. The booze has emboldened Izzy to ask the question I had hoped she would ask. "So what's it feel like?" Izzy said, blushing. "To... You know... Go in your pants?" "Have you never had an accident before?" I said to her. "We'll of course I have but not in a long time! And besides, those were always actual accidents, not intentional like it is for Abby." I laughed, but Abby chimed in.  "No that makes sense" she said. "Having an actual accident versus wetting or even messing yourself on purpose is totally different. One can be scary and embarrassing, while the other is warm, inviting, naughty, and... And sexual! It's all about intention and how you go into it mentally." "So like... It's a good feeling then?" Izzy asked. "Well duh!" Abby exclaimed. "I wouldn't do it if it wasn't! It always makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, and certainly makes me horny too..."  I loved how forward Abby was being, but I wasn't sure how izzy would respond. She was sitting with her knees to her chest with what I thought was a look of embarrassment as she glanced at me, but Abby quickly rectified the situation. "Don't let Alex being here make it weird, why do you think we work so well together? He loves it just as much as I do!" Then I jumped in. "Oh hell yeah! I may not have accidents myself, but in my opinion there's nothing more attractive than a woman who wets and poops herself." Izzy seemed to relax. "That's crazy! I'd never thought of it that way!" She said. "Don't knock it till you try it!" Abby said. It was here where I poured us all another drink. We were all easily 3-4 drinks in, including glasses of wine and shots of vodka. Its safe to say we were well drunk, if not bordering on sloppy drunk to be honest. Abby slowly began to slur her words while sitting in my lap with her wet pants. My head was swimming but I still had a good handle on the situation for now. Izzy really seemed to be the most gone, stumbling around with her eyes half closed. As Abby set in my lap, I could really tell how horny she was. Her whole ass was soaked with her pee, but with her arms wrapped around my neck she whispered in my ear: "I want you to touch me." Now it was my turn to blush bright red. As I did, Izzy sat back down and saw this all unfold. While she couldn't tell what Abby had said to me, she was able to tell something was going on, even with all the drinks she's had. "Damn guys, you two really do seem to get into it with Abby's accidents." Izzy said. "You don't know the half of it" Abby replied with a sultry look in Izzy's direction. Then, on that Friday night at midnight, as if right out of an 80s college movie, something amazing happened. "Ok I'm gonna do it!" Izzy said. "Yeahhhh girrrrrlll!!!!" Abby yelled, getting to her feet. "Piss yourself girl!" I remained seated, just trying to soak everything in. "Ok ok ok I'm gonna do it!!" Izzy stood up and tried to steady herself. "Ok yeah just let it out girl! Just go for it! Let it rip!" Abby cheered. Izzy straightened out her t shirt and her black Capri leggings. She kind of braced, spread her legs about an inch or two apart. She didn't say a word, and then... "I'm going I'm going! It's coming out!" And sure enough, we all heard the tell tale sound of pee rushing out of Izzy's vagina and into her panties and leggings, before running down her legs and soaking into the carpet. "Oh my goshhhhh" Izzy said, trying not to fall over. "That really is warm! It feels incredible!" "See! I told you so!!" Abby yelled. "Man, I see why you guys are really into this!!" Izzy said, this time running her hand up and down her crotch as her stream tapered off. "Now you're getting it!!" Abby said. "It's convenient and freaking hot!!" Again, I simply say and enjoyed my view of these two beautiful women in their soaking wet, peed in pants. "Ok you got me, I'm hooked." Izzy said. "This feels way too good just to be a one time thing, even when I'm drunk!" "Ooooh that's some dangerous talk there girl, you really think you're in??" Abby replied. "Oh I'm IN in Abby, hell yeah!" Izzy said. They then both jumped and hugged eachother while laughing. But amid all that jumping, they suddenly stopped and Abby let outa *monstrous* fart. "Peeing yourself is only half the fun Izzy!" Abby said. After a moment of silence, we all laughed the hardest we had all night. After minutes of laughter we were all back on the floor trying to catch our breath. I couldn't wait to see where these new developments took my relationship, and our friendship.
It was 11:55pm at night, 5 minutes til midnight; Shoto lies awake in his bed shifting every so slightly in his bed. His partner Katsuki was sleeping besides him.   He was doing everything in his power to not wake him up, but his bladder was making it very difficult. 11:58pm read the digital clock, he groaned in annoyance just watching the time. Shoto: "Ugh, come on, come on! Please be morning already, geez...." Shoto: "Midnight?! Ugh....I'm not pissing in the dark!"   Katsuki shifted in his bed waking up on his own. He turned over to see his fiance still wide awake. Katsuki: "Something wrong Sho?" Shoto: "Huh?! What, I....I....I thought you were a-asleep!" Katsuki: "I was..... But I got up to check on you, and well I heard something...." Shoto: "Uh yeah, I'm fine!" Katsuki: "Are you sure?" Shoto: *Nods* Katsuki: "Okay...."    Katsuki turns over to his side and falls back asleep. Shoto can feel the tension in his bladder as he felt more and more desperate.      3 hours, 33 minutes later.... (3:25am)     Shoto really has to go now, he did everything to keep his bladder under control, and not wet himself. You see, this isn't the 1st time he did this..... Everytime he has a nightmare about his past.... He ends up wetting the bed, and Katsuki has to clean it up.    He wasn't sleeping this time, not pissing the bed. The only thing standing in his way is his severe fear of the dark. The wind blew hard against the glass stained windows, the tree tapped on it making him jump. Shoto: *Yelps*  Katsuki: ???? Katsuki: "Shoto... You sure you're fine, 'cause I can tell something's wrong...." Shoto: *Staggers* I'm fine...I mean no....yes I'm okay, I mean I need... I need to...." Katsuki: 🤨🤨🤨🤨    Katsuki raises his eyebrow in confusion and suspicion, something was definitely up, and he will find out, somehow.....                   4 hours later....(7:25am)    It was 7:25am and by then Shoto couldn't stay awake anymore and fell asleep, but.... Shoto: "D-Dad, s-stop please!" Eveador: "Don't be a baby, we're training until you're you'll get it" Shoto: "But, I want to play...." Eveandor: "Be quiet, and do as I tell you!"     Poor young Shoto was covered in bruises from his father's punching, he shot fire his way and it burned his upper left arm. Mom: "Enji stop! He's only 5!" Eveandor: "He can take it, show me you're not weak!" Mom: "STOP"    But he didn't listen, Shoto takes another punch to his stomach causing him to lose all consciousness. Eveandor clicks his tongue in disappointment and left him there saying "Deal with it, and leave him there..." To his mom.                         At 7:54am..... Katsuki: "Sho, wake up!" Shoto: I'm....I'm...I'm s-sorry daddy, I'll....I'll do better just don't hurt me, please!"      Katsuki sighs, poor Shoto had one of his flashbacks again. He wiggles him awake causing his eyes to bolt awake. Shoto: *Hyperventilating*  Katsuki: *Shushes him* It's okay Sho.... Your dad's not here, you're safe...." Shoto: "....." Katsuki: "Do you need to piss" Shoto: "W-What, n-no what.....*Gasps* 😥😥😥😥"     Yep to his horror, his pants had small but visible wet patch on his pajama pants. He completely forgot about having to pee, he grabs his dick through his clothes with eyes filled with tears. Katsuki: "It's better to let go then make it worse..." Shoto: "W-What?! No, I'm not going to-- nnng!" Katsuki: "I know you've been holding it all night..... Just let go!" Shoto: "But I don't want you to clean up again like--" Katsuki: "Piss Shoto, I'm not going to tell you again...."     He gulped, Katsuki's voice was booming and strict, it was the tone he uses anytime he refuses to listen. Katsuki applies pressure to his fiance's bladder, and he started to pee.    The sheets went from white to yellow as spreads throughout the bed. He felt like peeing an ocean as pees. Shoto cries "No" over, over, and over again as his body shudders against Katsuki's chest. Shoto: "I-I-I'm so s-sorry Kats! I'm such a baby.... and now you have to clean it all up again....." Katsuki: "Don't apologize Sho, it's okay you can't help it if you have nightmares, or your phobia of the dark." Katsuki: "I'll always love you, no matter how many times I clean up.  Shoto: I love you too Kats!" Katsuki: "Now let's get this shit and you cleaned up okay?"     Shoto nods still ashamed, Katsuki pulls him in for a hug and kisses on the forehead before starting to clean him and the bed up.                         At 12:54pm....   5 hours had passed since this morning's incident, Katsuki and Shoto were at the agency waiting for their next rescue. Izuku, Ochako, Erijiou, Mina, Ausi, Hatana, Tenya, and Denki was also there. Denki: "Anything yet?" Hatana: "Nope all is quiet." Tenya: "For now, we need stay on guard!" Ochako: "We've been since this morning, and nothing!" Tenya: "Patience Uravity, patience.... We got work to do!" Katsuki: "Bossy as always eh four eyes?" Iida: "Again I'm Tanya Iida, and call me by my hero name Ingenuetinm!" Katsuki: "Whatever....."  3 hours later, 23 minutes later (3:31pm)    Shoto was drinking a large coffee he brought while doing some paperwork. He then looked at the clock 3:32pm, he sighed what a typical slow Monday....    Katsuki walks over to his fiance's desk standing beside him. He then grabs the coffee out of his hands and waves it in front of his face. Shoto: "Kats, what the heck?! Give it back I need my energy!" Katsuki: *Sighs* That's because you stayed up until 7am in the morning Shoto... And what did I say about nicknames in public?" Shoto: "Force of habit sorry..." Katsuki: "Also, you might have to piss soon so I suggest take it easy okay, and go." Shoto: "I'll be fine!"   Katsuki lands his head on the desk clicking his tongue, pretty typical of his fiance pushing past his limits.                              Later.... Erijiou: "Ground Zero, Shoto you're needed on 5th Avenue & Kennedy BLVD!" Ochako: "Wait isn't that where the mall is?" Erijiou: "Yep, we just got a hot tip about some villains meeting a drug dealer there..." Izuku: "Why there? People will see that!" Erijiou: Well there's a dark corner at the back of the mall." Katsuki: "We're on it, let's go!" Shoto: "Okay....."    Uh-oh, maybe Shoto should have listened to his fiance..... He realized he had to pee, again but it wasn't bad, plus he can hold it right?                       1 hour later...    The 2 pro-heroes sat on the roof above the shopping center. They both waited for them to show up, but so far....nothing.... Shoto: "How long are we going to be here for?" Katsuki: "Probably for awhile, Kirishima said they'll arrive in 3 hours." Shoto: "Seriously?! Why are we out here then?!" Katsuki: "Good question...." Shoto: *Mind* Shit! 3 hours ugh couldn't we arrive 30 minutes before.... Katsuki: "Why do you ask?" Shoto: It's....It's...It's nothing, just wanted to know." Katsuki: "Uh-huh and I'm Pika!"     Shoto giggles a little bit, but clenches his thighs as to keep the urine from escaping. He knew if Katsuki finds out, game over! He didn't want him to worry, so he kept quiet.                    23 minutes later.... Shoto: "Wait Kats, where are you going?" Katsuki: "To take a leak of course!" Shoto: "But, we're in the middle of a mission, they can show up at anytime!" Katsuki: "I know, I know, but I can't hold it for the next 2 hours, 51 minutes!"    Shoto sighs, he knew he was right, holding all that piss for the next 2 hours, 51 minutes is not pleasant.... Katsuki can definitely see him shifting around, crossing his legs, ex.    He then looks at his partner in the eyes. He had to piss he just know it, if only he can get him to go.... Katsuki: "Are you okay?" Shoto: "Y-Yeah, I-I-I'm f-fine...." Katsuki: "Shoto Todoroki...." Shoto: "....." Katsuki: "Do you have to piss too?" Shoto: "What?! N-No, I'm fine!" Katsuki: "Uh-huh and I'm 4 eyes! Don't lie to me...." Shoto: "But someone has to be there to look out for the villains!" Katsuki: "Good point.... You should go, I don't need to go to bad...." Shoto: "I'm...I'm...I'm f-fine!" Katsuki: "No you're not, you had water, lemonade, and 3 large coffees earlier!"    No matter how many times Katsuki tries to convince Shoto to pee, he refuses to leave his position. He rolls his eyes and left for the bathroom leaving Shoto to sit there and suffer. Shoto: "Damn maybe I should go.... I'll be fine...." Erijiou: "You sure?" Shoto: "What?! Red Riot, what the hell are you doing here?!" Erijiou: "Turns out that there's going to be more villains out there at least 3-8 so I thought you could use some backup." Erijiou: "Where's Ground Zero?" Shoto: "Bathroom..." Erijiou: "Oh, I see..." Erijiou: "By the way you had your radio on so I can hear you...."   Shoto's face was plasted with horror, he heard everything?! Damn it.... Erijiou looked down at him and can definitely see her really had to pee. Shoto: "I'm so sorry you had to hear that, that's so embarrassing!" Erijiou: "No worries but I agree with Ground Zero, you really should go...." Shoto: "Uh-huh..." Erijiou: "Yeah huh! Just got I'll keep watch." Shoto: "I'm-- nnngh aaagh!" Erijiou: 😥😥😥 Katsuki: "Okay that's it come with me!" Shoto: "Kats--aaaahhh!"   Erijiou watches as Katsuki grabs Shoto's hand, and pulls him over to the door downstairs. He then turns over to keep watch.                    30 minutes later....   Katsuki pulls him into a stall with him and locks it. Poor Shoto's beyond his limit, and of course he's bladder shy which makes things way difficult. Katsuki: *Shushes him* It's OK babe just go..." Shoto: I.....I....I c-c-can't! It's embarrassing!" Katsuki: "That's why I'm here okay.... I'll make you feel good I promise."     Katsuki wipes away tears and starts rubbing on his bladder. He was way overfull, and Katsuki knew he's going to have to see the doctor later after this. Katsuki: "Let go,it's just us." Shoto: "But...but....but it...it..it hurts! Ow...." Katsuki: *Shushes him again* Shh, I know we're seeing the doctor after this okay?" Katsuki: "Just let go for me, just piss it's alright..."    With a whimper and a shudder, Shoto painfually releases all of the fluids he's been holding all day into the toilet. He moaned quietly as contents arched into the air to the toilet.    Katsuki smiles as he watches his soon-to be-husband reliever himself crying in pain. His bladder was sore as Katsuki gives it one last part. Shoto winchester feeling it, once he was done he collapses into his lovers chest breathing breathlessly. Katsuki: "Feeling better now?" Shoto: "Y-Yeah, m-much better..." Katsuki: "Good let's go!"
(This is my first time writing fanfics, if you guys find any english/narrative errors, please warn me. Thanks)     This is a story about Emily, a girl at her 20s, doing college, but with a great problem: A weak bladder, she had this problem since she was 10, however it was not a problem since she was really careful and was always close to a bathroom, however this changed when she entered a new college.     Emily woke up 5 AM to prepare and go to the new college, extremely hyped to see how it would go, brushed the teeth, took a shower, and chose the most beautiful clothes in her house, her trademark small black skirt, a simple, but elegant white shirt, a pair of dark blue shoes that fits perfectly with the ice white socks, she was ready to go! The first class was going to begin in 15 minutes and everything was going well, however, Emily did not look where the bathroom was, or how much time she would spend in class, so it was really dangerous, however she was feeling confident that everything would go well!     The class began, it was chemistry, the teacher was talking about properties of the liquids, and by the 1 hour mark it was beggining to affect Emily, a girl that sat next to her saw that emily was nervous and asked: -"Something wrong?" -"No, nothing really, haha" Said Emily Emily was trying to be optimistic, however things weren't looking good for her, the pression was building, the clock was ticking, and the teacher was still talking about liquids, the same girl looked to Emily once again and said: -"I know what you are going through, this expression is really obvious" And did a strange smile to Emily -"Wh-WHAT?" -"HAHA, Just kidding, your face was HILARIOUS, why are you so scared? lol." -"ITS NOTHING, really its nothing." -"If you say so, oh by the way, what's your name?" -"M-my name is Emily, and yours?" -"Mine is sarah, nice to meet you." -"The pleasure is mine" Emily was starting to get really sweaty, even more when the teacher began really using liquids in the class, so emily tried talking to the teacher -"C-can I go to the bathroom please?" -"No, you had your chance to go to the bathroom before my class started." -"B-But its a emergency, please" -"No, there are no emergencies in my class." -"Tough luck huh?" Said Sarah -"Y-yeah." Said emily with more sweat than ever -"Why don't you just piss yourself?" -"WHAT??" -"That's what you heard" -"W-Why would I do that Sarah?" -"Because you are almost exploding, and there is still 1 hour of chemistry, AND it is about liquids, you are not going to hold it Emily, I couldn't hold it" She says this while pointing at her crotch, it is completely soaked Emily, with a shocked expression says -"I-im not going to do that, never!" -"Let's see them."  The clock continues ticking, Emily is at her limit, however, luck is by her side, and the bell rings -"YES!" Says Emily, extremely happy Emily begins to run to get out of class, but, she doesn't know where the bathroom is, so Emily asks sarah: -"SARAH WHERE IS THE BATHROOM." -"Is at the other side of the school" Says sarah with a wry smile -"OK BYE, SEE YOU SOON." Emily begins to rush through the corridors, making funny movements to hold it, the school was looking like a maze, she was desperate, every single move she did felt like the floodgates where going to open, but them, she found the bathroom.     There was a line of 5 girls already, the new college had only 1 bathroom, Sarah just laughed at Emily and began talking: -"Tough luck again uh." -"DON'T LAUGH, THIS IS NOT FUNNY" -"I was just like you sometime ago." -"SHUT UP." -"Follow me if you don't want the entire school seeing you peeing yourself" -"I WILL HOLD IT UNTIL THIS LINE ENDS!" -"Good luck." And so, time passed, and the girl that was in the bathroom says "The bathroom is not working anymore, it broke" Emily just ran to Sarah and asked about what Sarah wanted with her -"Sarah HELP MEE." -"Fine, fine, follow me." Sarah took Emily to a empty place in the school and said -"Piss yourself." -"B-but" -"PEE." Sarah's voice was so frightening, and the pression was already so high that Emily just began peeing herself, the puddle began, and her pantie was getting soaking wet, the only thing that made Emily a little less sad was that she was wearing a skirt, the pee was not stopping, Emily was peeing for minutes straight, and Sarah had a huge smile on her face, the puddle on the concrete was huge too, and Emily was red as a tomato, Emily tried hiding her Crotch area but it was useless, Sarah had already seen everything, and she said "That was awesome for a little girl like you.' "SHUT UP." -"I have a weak bladder too, but I-" -"BUT YOU DON'T HAVE SHAME ON YOURSELF!?" -"Calm down there girl." Emily is still shocked of everything that happened on her first day of college, and despise what Emily's saying, She is pretty grateful that Sarah showed a place with no one around to look at her peeing -"T-thanks at least for taking me on a place that don't have people looking." -"No problem girl, i will show you more things with the time, we are 2 girls with weak bladders, we need to help each other right?" -"Y-yes, sure." Sarah and Emily hug each other as a symbol of their friendship, and prepare for the next class. (Please guys, don't forget to comment, saying what you think about the fanfic, and im open to ideas, thanks for reading until here!)
Hi there! My first time uploading fiction to this website, you can find more of my works on AO3. I hope you enjoy, and please send requests for kinks you'd like to see. --- Daniel thought a couple edibles and a walk through the forest would be a good way to relax on his day off. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and he was excited to celebrate one of the last gorgeous days of summer blissed out of his mind and one with the world. Of course, that was several hours ago, before he got hopelessly lost, and it didn’t seem there were any other hikers out this far who could spare him a map. Knowing just how high he was planning on getting, Daniel had packed himself a backpack heavy with all kinds of snacks and drinks to fuel his calorie-burning exercise. He had munched steadily through the food, and drank voraciously through the sugary liquids. With his base needs satisfied, he was happy to wander. Now those drinks had run directly to his bladder, he had no idea where a bathroom was, and even worse, his mouth still felt dry. He tried to keep walking, penis jostling a little with every step. He mouthed the metal rim of his water bottle anxiously, tongue gliding over cold metal and drops of water as he searched around for a familiar landmark, but there was nothing. He groaned, grabbing himself through his loose athletic shorts as he carried on, each impact striking his overfull bladder. He hummed a soft whimper and took down some more water, gasping as his bladder thrummed its protest. The need pulsing in his core finally shifted the fear to the forefront of his addled mind, consuming his every thought. He was going to piss himself. He had to piss, now. He groaned openly, squeezing his cock through his shorts, before looking around anxiously. No one here to help him, no one here to catch him. Still, he stumbled a little ways off the path, towards the edge of a clearing, a little sheltered from the path by a bush. He fell to his knees in the soft forest grass, the jerking movement making piss spurt eagerly from his cockhead, right into the mesh of his shorts. He ground his hand over his penis, only to feel the flesh responding, thickening. Distracted by the pursuit of pleasure for one moment, Daniel stroked himself through his shorts, mouth open in a silent moan. His bladder throbbed again, splashing a cascade of piss against his palm through his shorts, and his muscles tensed in panic. His cock bobbed in his shorts as he bore down on the desperate need, and Daniel could feel pleasure tingling in his groin. Rousing himself from the distraction of delight, Daniel fumbled to get his penis out of the labyrinth of cloth, tugging desperately at the gray material until he finally managed to free his length to the air. He stood tall, half hard, flushed pink head wet with piss. He shivered, hips canting forward as he looked at himself. Had needing to piss always been so… Hot? He ground up on nothing, his well trained muscles unable to let go automatically when not surrounded by tile and porcelain. Though, he found himself not wanting to let go- clenching muscles and rolling up, bladder sloshing and painfully full in his stomach- it all felt too good. Daniel moaned openly, leaning back on his hands as he thrust into the air. He imagined how amazing it would be to sink his cock into something warm right now, shaking with the desperate need to release. He closed his eyes, imagining vividly: the squelch of fluids and warm, cloying muscles, dragging him deeper and deeper into pleasure. Daniel’s eyes nearly rolled back in his skull at the feeling of a spurt escaping. All his muscles clenched, the searing heat charged through his exposed cock, landing with a spatter on his furry balls and shoved down shorts. His cock pulsed with the feeling, his body desperately straining to let the rest of the release follow, his mind willingly keeping himself on the brink of torture. It just felt too good- his full bladder throbbing in his gut, his every sensitive muscle clenched. He panted, open mouthed, into the air, riding the pleasure for a moment longer, before a hot twist of spasms wracked his gut. Piss shot out of him once more, an arcing stream that suspended itself before he managed to clench back down on his muscles. By now the pleasure was unimaginable, the heat and need encasing his entire lower half until- Daniel opened his eyes in shock as his balls suddenly squeezed up even tighter, and cum suddenly shot up his length. It landed in several impressive globs on his lower stomach and down his own shaft, mind buzzing with pleasure as he rocked through each wave of the hands free orgasm. The moment he slipped off his peak, and his muscles weakened, his piss came surging forward full force. He splattered himself with a heavy stream before he tilted his hips forward, and he began to piss into the grass. He watched himself, fixated on the sight of his rapidly flagging cock, still dripping cum, pissed with such sloppy intensity into the grass. Now and then he shuddered in aftershocks of pleasure, and his cock would bounce, casting glittering drops of heady piss further into the bush before relaxing. His muscles were weak from his hold, and as his bladder ran out of contents, he had no strength to project the stream outwards. His piss fountained weakly into his own lap, licking hot trails down his shaft and balls, even trickling down the crack of his ass. He twitched a few times more before his stream finally ended with a few pitiful drops. Daniel just crouched there, panting, locked in the gorgeous bliss of an empty bladder and empty balls. --- Hope you enjoyed! Remember to leave requests for what you'd like to see.
Addison, a beautiful brunette with long and curly hair, was having a normal work day. She got up, took care of her morning routine, then she got dressed, putting on her black work t-shirt and her new, form-fitting, khaki, semi-formal pants.  Before leaving for her double, she made sure to fill her 32 oz water bottle all the way. Her first shift went by fine, it was really slow and the tables she was serving were low maintenance and nice enough.  By the time she got back to work from break, she had refilled her water bottle 2 times. She was fine for the first 30 minutes of her shift, it was really busy and she didn’t even think about the slight discomfort growing in her bladder. Eventually, Addison’s need to pee became impossible to ignore, unfortunately, it was too busy for her to get the opportunity to go. it was like every time she got caught up on orders and all her tables were good, another table was seated in her section. She would’ve told the hostess that she needed her to slow down on seating her but when she went up,, the hostess was doing a pee dance behind the podium as customers kept on coming in, so Addison said nothing. As time went by, Addison was doing everything she could to not look desperate in front of her customers, however every drink she filled made her bladder hurt.  Finally the rush died down and she was able to breathe. She went up to the hostess, Millie, to tell her she was going to the restroom, but before she could say anything millie, who had her legs crossed and both hands holding her crotch through her khaki shorts blurted “watch this, I’m about to pee myself” and ran to the restroom, which was in clear view of the host stand. Addison stood up front, She had her legs crossed, and since no one could see, she had one hand between her legs to help her hold it.  She looked over longingly in the direction of the restroom, hoping to see Millie coming back, but instead she saw Millie standing in front of the door to the ladies room waiting. Millie was crossing and uncrossing her legs, shifting her weight from foot too foot, and bobbing up and down, while holding herself. Addison, seeing her desperation, felt her own increase.  She tried to distract herself, she began fiddling with a pen for a bit but then a wave of desperation hit and she bent double, legs crossed, and grabbed her crotch. The wave subsided and she stood up straight again, her bladder had a noticeable bulge. She looked towards the restrooms again just in time to see Millie freeze, put a hand over her mouth, and dart out the door. There were a few drops of liquid on the floor where Millie’d been standing and Addison realized Millie had at least leaked if not completely lost it. However, 5 minuets later, Millie walked back and said “Phew, I almost peed all over myself, whoever is in there is taking so long that I had to run out to the dumpster area and relieve myself there.    Addison noticed the smallest patch of damp material on Millies crotch and the faint smell of pee caused another wave of desperation. “Well, I gotta go!” And hurried. Being rather bladder-shy, Addison wasn’t eager to go pee outside so she tried the restroom door just in case and found it locked, so she nocked and a voice from inside said “Occupied, sorry I’m a bit sick rn” -fuck- she thought. “Ok ma’m, but if you could hurry, I really need to use it” Addison said. There was no answer. Addison waited about 7 more minutes when another wave hit, by this point she was doing a similar pee dance to Millie and despite grabbing herself with both hands and crossing her legs as tight as possible while bent at the waist, she felt two spurts of pee escape and a small patch of her khakis dampen slightly.  Just as Addison was about to run outside, the restroom door opened and the manager walked out but before anything could be said, Addison dashed in, locking the door behind her. She ran to the toilet, fumbled with her belt for a few painful seconds, her legs shaking, her bladder quivering. After finally getting her belt undone, she started undoing her button but had to stop to press a hand to her throbbing urethra. She went to unzip her pants, but suddenly, the zipper was stuck. “Oh noooo, not now” she whimpered to herself. Addison tugged again at the zipper, to no avail. She was standing, butt hovering over the toilet, ready to sit as soon as her clothes were out the way, but the zipper was not budging. Another wave hit and she moaned and crossed her legs, bent double, pants now tightly digging into her bladder. She leaked again, and the dark patch at her crotch spread, she regained control and decided to try pushing the pants down anyway but her curvy figure prevented that. then, back to back waves as all the water she drank started to spurt to of her throbbing urethra, she kept tying to stop it but to no avail, the leaks kept happening and eventually, she completely lost control. the wet patch spread across her backside and down her legs in thin lines that thickened. it was so much pee that it burst through her pants, gushing through her clothes and onto the floor. She felt a combination of ecstatic relief and embarrassment as her bladder continued to empty.  finally, she gave up trying to stop it and sat on the toilet, fully clothed, and let the pee just gush out of her. The stream was so powerful that it shot out go her and splattered all over the restroom floor. after the flow finally stopped, she messaged her manager and said she had started her period and then ran out the building so nobody could see what had happened. Addison spread a towel on the seat of her car and sat down, looking at her now-soaked pants. She tried her zipper again and this time, of course, it went down. She slid her pants down and touched the soaked crotch of her blue panties. She felt a shudder of pleasure run up and down her spine as she began to rub her clitoris through her panties. Then, she pulled them to the side and began rubbing it directly, biting her lip as she rubbed herself to the point of orgasm. Edited April 27, 2022 by writtingnow21 (see edit history)
Here is the edited version!  Addison, a beautiful brunette with long and curly hair, was having a normal work day. She got up, took care of her morning routine, then she got dressed, putting on her black work t-shirt and her new, form-fitting, khaki, semi-formal pants.  Before leaving for her double, she made sure to fill her 32 oz water bottle all the way. Her first shift went by fine, it was really slow and the tables she was serving were low maintenance and nice enough.  By the time she got back to work from break, she had refilled her water bottle 2 times. She was fine for the first 30 minutes of her shift, it was really busy and she didn’t even think about the slight discomfort growing in her bladder. Eventually, Addison’s need to pee became impossible to ignore, unfortunately, it was too busy for her to get the opportunity to go. it was like every time she got caught up on orders and all her tables were good, another table was seated in her section. She would’ve told the hostess that she needed her to slow down on seating her but when she went up,, the hostess was doing a pee dance behind the podium as customers kept on coming in, so Addison said nothing. As time went by, Addison was doing everything she could to not look desperate in front of her customers, however every drink she filled made her bladder hurt.  Finally the rush died down and she was able to breathe. She went up to the hostess, Millie, to tell her she was going to the restroom, but before she could say anything millie, who had her legs crossed and both hands holding her crotch through her khaki shorts blurted “watch this, I’m about to pee myself” and ran to the restroom, which was in clear view of the host stand. Addison stood up front, She had her legs crossed, and since no one could see, she had one hand between her legs to help her hold it.  She looked over longingly in the direction of the restroom, hoping to see Millie coming back, but instead she saw Millie standing in front of the door to the ladies room waiting. Millie was crossing and uncrossing her legs, shifting her weight from foot too foot, and bobbing up and down, while holding herself. Addison, seeing her desperation, felt her own increase.  She tried to distract herself, she began fiddling with a pen for a bit but then a wave of desperation hit and she bent double, legs crossed, and grabbed her crotch. The wave subsided and she stood up straight again, her bladder had a noticeable bulge. She looked towards the restrooms again just in time to see Millie freeze, put a hand over her mouth, and dart out the door. There were a few drops of liquid on the floor where Millie’d been standing and Addison realized Millie had at least leaked if not completely lost it. However, 5 minuets later, Millie walked back and said “Phew, I almost peed all over myself, whoever is in there is taking so long that I had to run out to the dumpster area and relieve myself there.    Addison noticed the smallest patch of damp material on Millies crotch and the faint smell of pee caused another wave of desperation. “Well, I gotta go!” And hurried. Being rather bladder-shy, Addison wasn’t eager to go pee outside so she tried the restroom door just in case and found it locked, so she nocked and a voice from inside said “Occupied, sorry I’m a bit sick rn” -fuck- she thought. “Ok ma’m, but if you could hurry, I really need to use it” Addison said. There was no answer. Addison waited about 7 more minutes when another wave hit, by this point she was doing a similar pee dance to Millie and despite grabbing herself with both hands and crossing her legs as tight as possible while bent at the waist, she felt two spurts of pee escape and a small patch of her khakis dampen slightly.  Just as Addison was about to run outside, the restroom door opened and the manager walked out but before anything could be said, Addison dashed in, locking the door behind her. She ran to the toilet, fumbled with her belt for a few painful seconds, her legs shaking, her bladder quivering. After finally getting her belt undone, she started undoing her button but had to stop to press a hand to her throbbing urethra. She went to unzip her pants, but suddenly, the zipper was stuck. “Oh noooo, not now” she whimpered to herself. Addison tugged again at the zipper, to no avail. She was standing, butt hovering over the toilet, ready to sit as soon as her clothes were out the way, but the zipper was not budging. Another wave hit and she moaned and crossed her legs, bent double, pants now tightly digging into her bladder. She leaked again, and the dark patch at her crotch spread, she regained control and decided to try pushing the pants down anyway but her curvy figure prevented that. then, back to back waves as all the water she drank started to spurt to of her throbbing urethra, she kept tying to stop it but to no avail, the leaks kept happening and eventually, she completely lost control. the wet patch spread across her backside and down her legs in thin lines that thickened. it was so much pee that it burst through her pants, gushing through her clothes and onto the floor. She felt a combination of ecstatic relief and embarrassment as her bladder continued to empty.  finally, she gave up trying to stop it and sat on the toilet, fully clothed, and let the pee just gush out of her. The stream was so powerful that it shot out of her and splattered all over the restroom floor. after the flow finally stopped, she messaged her manager and said she had started her period and then ran out the building so nobody could see what had happened. Addison spread a towel on the seat of her car and sat down, looking at her now-soaked pants. She tried her zipper again and this time, of course, it went down. She slid her pants down and touched the soaked crotch of her blue panties. She felt a shudder of pleasure run up and down her spine as she began to rub her clitoris through her panties. Then, she pulled them to the side and began rubbing it directly, biting her lip as she rubbed herself to the point of orgasm.
Back home Sadie put the kettle on and filled Gypsy’s bowl with fresh water as she popped some bread into the toaster. Gypsy looked up expectantly as Sadie looked out a dog treat to give her. It wasn’t even 8:15 and already Sadie could feel her body twitching and warming especially as she thought about Mr. Green wondering if he made it home in time. He was such a lovely gent, not that much older than her she reckoned, and ruggedly handsome in his own unique way. Thinking back to her brief morning with him she couldn’t help imagining what his hand was doing in his pocket or how he must have felt really needing the bathroom out walking his dog. Had he had to go before leaving home or had it been a sudden need that had caught him unaware? Sadie buttered her toast and drank her tea at her breakfast bar as Gypsy settled in her bed.  Not 15 minutes later and she was sat in her small office room answering emails. The last few weeks she’d been exceptionally busy researching and  contacting various people in relation to her job as location researcher for a production company. The current project of a fly on the wall school documentary had initially involved schools from all over the county applying before her and her team whittled it down to a few finalists. Today was about visiting one of those to discuss a few things further with the Head teacher before visiting the other schools and then meeting with the production team to decide the final school.  Gathering some paperwork together and finishing one final call Sadie closed her laptop, had a drink of water and a trip to the loo then set off. It was 12:30 before she finally arrived at   Queen Victoria Academy, a large city high school with over 1,500 pupils. Sadie’s first impression was positive seeing the tradition buildings, smart blazers and clear signage. Heading to the main office she brushed down her fitted dress, ran her fingers through her hair and buzzed for entry. As the door unlocked Sadie walked into the compact waiting area with the glass fronted office realising quickly that the office had a number of staff all busy working on computers or on the phone but that not one of them appeared to notice she was there. Wondering what to do she looked around as a tall well dressed man with a neatly trimmed beard and moustache opened some double doors and shot his hand out to introduce himself. So this was what Mr. Wheeler looked like, the man who she had been emailing back and forth for the last two weeks!  She was shown into a formal office and immediately took interest in the many certificates  and awards decorating the office. Mr Wheeler obviously wanted to project an air of authority and knowledge that Sadie knew immediately would catch viewers interest. Strangely though he seemed rather flustered, awkward and almost uncomfortable sitting opposite her as he glanced at the clock as if wanting her to leave already. Not put off Sadie introduced herself and went over some background information that’s she’d already shared extensively by email.  “So, huge congratulations on reaching this stage and thank you for allowing me to visit today. As discussed via email I have a number of things to consider on this visit which will subsequently be taken forward to our next department meeting and I will of course let you know the outcome in due course. I have been going through your application in great detail and before we proceed further I wondered if you’d like to tell me more about your personal leadership qualities, your background, and any achievements you have gained. I can see you have a lot here to be proud of that viewers would really gain from seeing.”  At this Mr. Wheeler seemed to relax as he stood up from his chair and moved across to the first certificate on the wall and started talking very animatedly about the schools innovative approach to behaviour and the recognition from various education bodies. Sadie took notes while carefully watching Mr Wheeler's body language thinking how he might come across on camera. While his words were clear, professional and enthusiastic his body didn’t match as he came across physically as edgy, fidgety and anxious. Sadie noted everything as the Head worked his way around the room systematically as his legs seemed to get tenser and he didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands, almost like he really wanted to hold something but knew he couldn’t. It was quite a mismatch between his clothing and aura and the way he was behaving which really intrigued Sadie and caught her attention. Did he have something to hide? Was this all an act just to get the school publicity?  Sadie felt she’d had enough of Mr. Wheeler’s increasing ego and gently encouraged the man to perhaps show her around so she could see the fruit of all his labour. As she watched him quickly return to his large desk to pick up some papers she saw for the first time two large empty coffee mugs and smiled to herself. While certainly not on her list the sound manager had often jested that having a school with good coffee ought to be one of the biggest criteria for filming there! It was evident she would be pleased at a coffee loving head teacher here!  As they left the office to head down a short corridor Mr. Wheeler seemed to be looking around as if watching for someone.  “Is everything ok?”  “Yes. Yes. I was just looking for my colleague Mrs Hodge, the assisted head. She was keen to meet with you and I was wondering if she would have wanted to do the tour for you.”  “I’m sure she could tag along but I really do need to get some more information from you Mr Wheeler so I would prefer if you stayed with me please. It’s yourself I have been dealing with up until this point and continuity is really important to us. If now isn’t convenient of course I could try and arrange to come again but we’re working to a tight schedule on this and my time is very much in demand.”  “Right. Right, of course. So where would you like to see first?”  “Well as I explained we would require to set up concealed cameras in public places like corridors, main congregating areas, on outside walls, in classrooms and in the dining hall. The more variety of places we can film really the better. I’d also need to ensure you have an interview room where we can film children talking about various matters so if you have rooms not in current use that I could see that would be perfect.”  “So a full tour of the school really?”  “That would be ideal. Yes.”  Sadie was guided by the Head through a busy loud open area full of identical pupils in shirts, toes and blazers then outside and across a yard into a smaller older building clearly signed as the music and PE departments. As Sadie paused and noted various things like lightening, corridors, accesses and so forth she noticed Mr. Wheeler appeared increasingly restless as he looked at his watch numerous times. She also caught him glancing in the direction of another corridor so she suggested they went there next. This area really interested Sadie as it held great potential for filming as it clearly lead to an auditorium as Sadie asked question after question about assemblies, school shows, sound, lighting and so forth and Mr. Wheeler delighted in sharing about end of year talent contests and weekly year group assemblies. As he lead the way backstage to the large stage area Sadie looked at the tiered seating trying to figure out how filming might work with lights and angles and speakers. As she noted and took pictures full of ideas and potential she could hear the sound of formal shoes tapping on the stage and turned catching the Head teacher tapping his foot as if indicating he’d had enough. Feeling she was wasting her time Sadie sighed and turned to look Mr. Wheeler in the eye.  “Look I am sorry for wasting your time. It is clear you have obviously changed your mind and either you don’t have time for me or you no longer want Queen Victoria Academy featured in The reality of High school today programme. That’s such a shame too as I was so excited to meet you and from what I have seen so far this could easily have been one of our most exciting schools featured which I am sure would have secured a great deal of interest and extra funding for you.”  “I do apologise Miss Wigan. It’s absolutely not that I don’t have time for you nor indeed that I do not want this incredible establishment to be filmed. In fact my staff here are all incredibly excited and dedicated and at this mornings early management meeting your visit created quite a buzz and real engagement. I was just wondering if you would perhaps like a break for a bit though, maybe a cup of coffee back in my office before we proceed further? Or maybe a…comfort break? I must say I haven’t actually managed any sort of break myself today yet and I could always go some more coffee if you’d like some?”  Sadie smiled. The sound producer might have given her right arm for coffee but right now Sadie was much more interested in getting the tour finished so she could start the long drive home and get back for Gypsy.  “Actually Mr. Wheeler, if it’s ok with you I’d much rather complete the tour and get away if you don’t mind? I don’t want to take any more of your time than necessary and it’s very likely I will have to return again if the team need more information on anything I have seen today. I do love this auditorium you know. That end of year show would be a great ending to a series I think.”  Mr. Wheeler smiled and lead the way to the music department and PE halls and out onto the large playing field which was now empty with classes having resumed after lunch break. Returning back into one of the inside halls the Head seemed very excited to see a young man wearing a tracksuit and with a lanyard around his neck.  “Ah Mr. Owen! Just the man! This is Miss Wigan from that production company I was telling you about. I’m sure she would love to hear about our netball teams and football teams and your plans to start a running club.”  As Sadie looked around the hall taking more notes and photos she couldn’t help but hear the Head whispering to the PE teacher.  “Are the changing rooms open do you know?”  “Emm. Not to my knowledge James. 3B are in the gym so they should be locked for security.”  “Right. Of course. And that’s the only way to the emmm toilets here?”  “Yes. I can go get the key if you’d like though?”  Sadie could hear the Head pausing. Was that why he’d seemed flustered at times, antsy and impatient? Was that why he’d suggested a break a few minutes ago?”  “No. No. It’s fine. So, Miss Wigan are you ready to move on?”  Sadie nodded and followed the quick walking man out of the annex and across towards another smaller building signed as the art department. They toured there with the Head appearing increasingly anxious and keen to move on while Sadie took her time noting everything and taking more photos. Sadie struggled to keep up as he finally lead her back towards the main entrance of the main building as he used his lanyard ID to open the doors, pausing in the office.  “I just need to get something from my office Miss Wigan. Would you mind waiting here a moment?”  Sadie couldn’t help staring at the agitated sweating man with his tense crossed legs and awkward stance. It was as clear as day that he really needed a bathroom now as Sadie realised she too would benefit from a freshen up especially before the long drive home.  “Actually Mr. Wheeler, I was wondering if you’d mind showing me to the ladies? I have rather a long journey back and we still haven’t seen the core subjects of maths or English or any of your language classes or science or humanities or social studies. Would it be better to do those first? I can wait until we’re finished?”  “Emmm? There is something I actually need to deal with rather urgently. How about I show you to the ladies then I’ll finish the tour?”  He opened the double doors looking more flustered than ever and muttering under his breath. “You got this James!” Now walking so fast Sadie had to rush to keep up with him he paused outside a door saying staff only. Pushing it open quickly he rushed inside almost slamming the door on Sadie!  “So sorry! You’ll need to excuse me a moment. I have a very urgent matter that needs attending to. You’ll find the ladies just in there.”  Sadie watched amazed as the smartly dressed professional man in front of her moved a hand briefly towards his trousers fly as he dashed urgently into the staff toilets. Sadie waited briefly as she shook her head in disbelief. Had Mr. Wheeler been bursting for the entire hour he’d been with her? All the signs were obvious now . He must have been so desperate it was no wonder he’d seemed impatient and anxious.  As she headed to the ladies next door she smiled and replayed her day so far. First Mr. Green this morning walking his dog and now Mr. Wheeler. Coincidence? Or was there something about today that was causing everyone she met to be really needing the loo? That last thought actually made her feel warm and a little giddy and secretly rather turned on too
The remainder of the school tour was more rushed and uneventful and by mid afternoon Sadie was driving away from the school and heading for a nearby hotel. As part of her research she needed to know that the crew had somewhere to stay for the duration of filming with many working long hours far from home. While general prices for rooms could easily be sourced online Sadie found visiting in person often secured a greater discount especially when enquiring regarding a bulk booking. Pulling into the large car park Sadie parked up and checked her phone for any vital missed calls, texts or emails before rechecking and counting the crew numbers provisionally set aside for the project. Of course Queen Victoria Academy may not be the successful school chosen for filming but Sadie still needed to know prices as part of the package she would ultimately present to the next team meeting.  Touching up her lipstick in the vanity mirror of the sun visor Sadie smiled at her reflection thinking of how her day had been so far. It had been rather interesting and pleasant to have seen two males display unusual behaviour in her presence both obviously struggling with full bladders and both feeling embarrassed and awkward about it. She wriggled a little in the seat thinking of them both as her body responded in a way that made her blush. Deciding it might be best to head into the hotel she stepped out the car, locked it and headed to the reception.  Surprisingly for a late Monday afternoon the main reception was very busy with a queue to the front desk and arrows with a company logo on them fixed in various places. Sadie recognised the logo from a fleet of vehicles in the car park as it suddenly occurred to her that the hotel must be getting used as some sort of conference or similar event. Standing behind a suited male with a briefcase in the queue her mind once again flitted back to Mr Green with his dog and Mr Wheeler at the school earlier. Was it coincidence that they both ended up bursting? In her half day dream state Sadie noticed from behind that the man stood in front of her even now seemed to be weirdly bouncing a little on his heels and tapping his thigh impatiently. He appeared, even from behind, to be in a hurry and keen to be moving as his eyes moved to various areas of the reception as if looking for someone or something. Sadie chuckled to herself in her mind amusing herself on her wait by secretly thinking that she had some sort of crazy ability to make everyone she met today really need to urinate. Was it really just all in her imagination?  By the time the person in front of her finally reached the reception desk Sadie had watching him bounce subtly on his heels, move one foot back and forth anxiously and rub and tap his thigh almost like it hurt. Maybe he was late for something? Or tired? Or just keen to get privacy in his room? Yet the thought he might, like everyone else so far that she’d met that day, be anxious to find a bathroom made her smile widely. Trying to look away and not stare she couldn’t help but overhear as the confident male voice asked firstly about his booking then a little quieter,  “And could you tell me where the nearest toilets are please?”  Sadie blushed and felt her body warm and tingle in places she felt more than a little embarrassed about as she couldn’t help but watch the suited man with great interest. It was hard to hide her disappointment when he finally marched briskly away towards the lifts and presumably the bathrooms. As Sadie stepped forwards to the desk she noticed the young girl behind the counter gaze after the man too. As she turned to see Sadie she smiled professionally and seemed to immediately return to the task she was paid to do. Sadie explained her reason for her visit as the young girl typed into her computer and asked her to repeat numbers, dates and duration of stay for a second time as if she hadn’t heard the first time. Sadie patiently repeated the information again, surprised at the girl’s apparent short attention span. She seemed flustered and forgetful and uncomfortable especially when Sadie asked about any discounts or reductions that might be available.  The girl looked around as if searching for help from a colleague. Noticing an older woman in uniform helping a group in the foyer the girl called her over but didn’t get a reply.  “Excuse me madam. I just need some help from my manager with this.”  Sadie watched patiently as the desk girl came out from behind the desk and walked quickly up to the older woman. As she saw them both walk back to the desk together she smiled politely. She hated being a nuisance to anyone especially as the booking was not guaranteed but she had so much invested in this project and she needed all the information to take to the team meeting. The older lady typed something into the computer looking more than a little stressed.  “Sorry about this madam. We are exceptionally busy today and a little short staffed. So what can I do for you today?”  Sadie repeated the dates, numbers and amount of people as she’d done twice already to the younger girl remaining professional and smiley.  “It’s a production team. We are looking to film locally for at least a month in September. It’s obvious better for us if the crew are together but this depends very much on wether I can secure a cost effective booking hence my visit today.”  The younger girl seemed increasingly tense as she remained silent letting her boss take over.  Sadie was well aware of a queue firming behind her but still she jumped at the abruptness of the older woman shouting to the younger one.  “Don’t just stand there Clare! Sign onto the other computer and serve the next customer please! We can’t keep customers waiting like this.”  Sadie watched as the young girl quickly stepped over to the other computer as she quietly called the person behind Sadie forward to deal with their query. Meanwhile the older woman looked up at Sadie with a tense smile.  “Would you be looking to have all the rooms on the same level?”  “That would be amazing if possible please.”  “Right. And you understand you would need to pay a deposit to secure these don’t you?”  “Of course. Though I am looking for a quote only today. I will be able to confirm any booking by this time next week. How long would the price be valid from?”  “We usually guarantee 7 days but with a booking this size I can’t guarantee all these rooms would be available still.”  “I appreciate that.”  The younger girl then walked back over interrupting her boss looking embarrassed.  “I’m really sorry but I’m stuck again. This gentleman is saying he’s booked a room tonight but I can’t find him on the list anywhere.”  “What’s wrong with you today Clare? Can’t you do anything on your own?”  “I’m really sorry boss. I have been on shift for 5 hours now without a break. I’m sure I’d work better after a short break if that was ok?”  “Look go use the key to the vending machine and get yourself a drink or something. I’m too short staffed today I’m afraid. You’ll need to make do with eating and drinking on the job today. I’ve not even had a break myself today. You just need to grin and bear it when we’re this busy. Double check his name and booking and I’ll be over in a minute ok. As soon as you’ve sorted him go get that drink and come back over.”  “It’s ok boss. Brain gave me the vending key earlier and I’ve had plenty to drink already. It was actually…”  “In that case can you get back to serving and I’ll come over in a bit.”  The girl walked away subdued and frustrated.  Typing more into the computer the older woman crossed her legs.  “It’s been crazy here all day.”  “It looks it!”  “I’ve not even had a minute to pee even. Sorry I was a bit sharp earlier. You know what it’s like when you really need a loo break eh!”  Sadie looked right at the older woman in her fitted blouse, company blazer and pencil skirt. She was the third person today she’d been with who now needed the toilet badly. Not only that but as she looked along the counter at the younger girl who had just commented about not having a break for hours. Now Sadie was watching her she could see so many subtle signs that she likely had the same trouble too. The biting lip, the flushed cheeks, the way she was leaning against the counter and how she’d had to ask Sadie several times for the details of her enquiry. Feeling sympathy towards the younger girl Sadie smiled, nodded towards the other girl and replied to the older one serving her.  “I’ve been there myself many a time. I hope you get a break soon, and Clare too. I couldn’t help hearing what she said to you. Sorry. God I’d be dying for the ladies if I had to work 5 hours without a break!”  The older lady glanced over at Clare giving an almost indistinguishable nod.  “Right. I’ve printed out a quote for you. Best I can offer is a 20% discount but as I said you’ll need to get back to us asap as I can’t guarantee this amount of rooms for those dates for long at all. Thank you for choosing Henderson Hotels today. I look forward to hearing back from you soon.”  The lady handed Sadie the paper as she waved to Clare.  “Right Clare. How are you getting on. Listen how about I take over this one and you can get 5 minutes fresh air. Don’t be too long though please.”  “I won’t. Thank you.”  As Sadie headed for the main double doors to return to her car she couldn’t help but notice young Clare sprinting over in the sane direction the man had earlier towards the lifts. No wonder she’d watched him go so intently as she’d obviously desperately had to go there herself too. Poor girl! As Sadie drove home she thought about Mr Green, Mr Wheeler at the school, the handsome suited man in front of her in the hotel reception and then Clare and her boss. Had they all made it to the toilets on time? Had Clare got back quickly enough to let her boss go? Sadie shivered and fidgeted in her seat thinking of them all. Each one has peaked her interest, warned her body a bit more, made her feel strange sensations in her body. Now getting closer to home she realised that it all added to something very strange but pleasant.  Seeing so many desperate people in one day so close to her had nothing only been fascinating and unusual but, however embarrassing it was to admit, it had strangely turned her on so much. So much so her mind was now almost consumed with thoughts that she’d only ever felt with previous partners. This was strange but living alone she was free to go with it and as she pulled up outside her house she felt her knickers damp with mucus and her body hot and tingling.  Firstly though she’d better take Gypsy out. Her neighbour should have let her into the garden at lunch time like always but she’d be needing out again and then needing fed. However Sadie felt in her body Gypsy would always come first.
Final part:  Gypsy came running to the door as always, excited and eager to see her owner return. Sadie smiled, clapping her and putting her things down on the small table by the door as she unhooked the dogs lead and took her a walk around the block. The late summer sun was just starting to set and Sadie was grateful for the fresh air and exercise after a full on day. Thankfully she never met anyone as she walked back down her own driveway and unlocked her front door again.  Coming back in this time she took her coat off and released her dog, went into the kitchen to wash her hands then started on her dinner. Sitting alone to eat she smiled at her dog grateful for the company. It had been such a strange day starting with her early morning dog walk and seeing Mr. Green with his hand in his pocket and anxious to get home quickly. Sadie drank her juice wondering just how badly he’d really had to go. Surely he wouldn’t have left home desperate? That seemed pretty silly and dangerous not to mention rather uncomfortable. He must have been caught off guard with a sudden need after all he didn’t look much more than late thirties, early forties at most. Maybe he’d had too much coffee with his breakfast? Even Sadie had to admit she’d done that before and found herself bursting by mid morning. That was ok when working from home but quite another thing when in meetings or driving. Sadie shuddered at a sudden memory of holding herself struggling to drive one morning a few months ago heading to a work meeting and the sheer embarrassment of having to ask to use the ladies the minute she arrived.  She took her empty glass and dinner dishes over to the sink and washed them as her mind drifted to her time at Queen Victoria Academy. Mr Wheeler had been so different to how she’d imagined him but every bit as egotistical. How the camera crew would love honing in on all his array of certificates, achievements and awards adorning the walls of his office but how the producer would have been thrilled to have shown the juxtaposition of him proudly showing off to later awkwardly squirming showing someone around his school for an hour as his need to urinate increased exponentially in equal measure with his embarrassment. As Sadie sat her dishes to drain she realised suddenly just how hot she felt and how wide her smile was she washed her hands and dried them and filled the kettle. She should probably visit her own bathroom shortly, having not been since the school hours before, but she had a few emails she wanted to catch up on first with a mug of tea.  Gypsy followed her owner through to the cosy living room curling up on the floor contentedly as Sadie turned her laptop on and placed it on the coffee table. She’d just settled down and read the first email when her doorbell rang. Curious who might be calling after 8:30pm she cautiously opened the front door with her trusty dog by her side. She’d need’t have worried though as it was just Erin from next door holding a parcel.  “Sorry to pop in so late Sadie. I couldn’t leave the kids until Jake was back from work. This came for you this morning. They wanted to take it back to the depot but I manage to persuade them to let me take it in for you.”  “Thank you so much Erin! That’s so kind of you. I’ve not long made a cuppa if you’ve got time for one?”  Erin looked across the grass to her own house pausing to think.  “What the heck! Jakes knows where I am if he needs me and it’ll be good to get adult company for a bit. Thank you!”  Sadie smiled and opened the door wider as Gypsy did a beeline for Erin demanding attention.  “You’d think you fed her caviar and chocolate they way she’s acting not let her into her own garden for a wee at lunch time. Gypsy that’s enough! Let Erin come in!”  “Well my Alfie does like to give her a few dog biscuits if she’s good. My treat! You don’t really mind do you?”  Erin pushed past the excited dog as Sadie closed the door and lead the way to the kitchen as she filled the kettle while chatting. “Aww that so sweet of you. Of course I don’t mind. I really do appreciate you letting her out. It’s ok when working from home but on days like today it’s too long for her to be left inside all day. I’ll be home the rest of this week, thankfully, but I have meetings on Monday and Tuesday next week if it’s ok to let her out then?”  “Of course it is. I’ve applied for a nursery place for Alfie so if he gets a place at Beaconhill I can either let her out when I get back from dropping him off or even take her a walk up there if you’re ok with that? Alfie would be thrilled at that.”  “Oh Gypsy would love that! Thank you so much. Tea or coffee?”  “Tea’s perfect thanks, just a splash of milk. Cheers.”  Sadie beckoned for them to sit at the breakfast bar as she straddled her legs over the high stood and sat down herself.  “So how are the kids doing? How are you?”  Sadie listened as her neighbour chatted non stop about her children only stopping to sip at her tea. She looked tired and Sadie listened as best she could trying not to let her mind wander. However, the colour of her neighbour’s top was reminding her of the uniform of the young girl earlier at the reception of the hotel. As Erin talked on Sadie mentally calculated that the young receptionist had incredibly been the 4th person that day she’d been right beside who had been desperate to pee. As odd as that seemed she hadn’t even been the last either!  “I really don’t know what to do about my Amy you know. She’s just got into this really bad habit I think.”  Suddenly realising she had been day dreaming Sadie looked at Erin awkwardly on hearing her last comment and hoped she wasn’t asking something she’d just been told but hadn’t heard.  “What bad habit is that?”  “Well last week I picked her up from school with Alfie on his scooter. I thought it would be Alfie holding us up on the walk back but three times we had to stop for Amy. She kept moaning and dancing about. I mean I could easily see what was the matter with her but she’s just so stubborn and she refused to admit it. As soon as we got home she ran quickly upstairs. I’m sure she’s not going to the toilet all day in school you know. The thing is she’s not just doing it in school either. Last night I was doing the ironing and the kids were watching a film and I could see she was fidgeting on the arm chair so much. It’s like she just won’t go to the bathroom until she’s practically wetting herself. Such a bad habit, but I just don’t know what to do about it.”  Sadie blushed, immediately thinking back to her own childhood.  “Hopefully she’ll grow out it. I know I hated asking in school and never wanted to miss any of my favourite film either. It’s not the first time I’ve had to go somewhere either but chosen to wait. I guess we all do it at times even if we shouldn’t.”  Erin finished her tea and nodded at her neighbour.  “Hopefully you’re right. Speaking of waiting I guess I really should get back home to Jake and the kids. I was just heading upstairs to the toilet back home actually when I saw your parcel at the bottom of the stairs and thought if I didn’t get it across to you I’d forget. Hopefully Amy isn’t in the bath. It’s ok for you with this one bathroom stuff but I can tell you with four of us it’s chaos at bedtimes and mornings.”  “I’m sure it must be. Thanks again for letting Gypsy out. Tell the kids they can come play in the garden with her at the weekend if they’d like. She loves that.”  Both ladies climbed down from the stools and walked towards the front door. As Erin lingered at the open door bending down to stroke the dog one final time she looked up at Sadie laughing.  “I’m just as bad as my own daughter here! That tea has gone right through me and I had to pee before I even left the house. You’ll need to excuse me please. I’d better get back to the family!”  Sadie waved to her lovely neighbour as she walked down her driveway and turned to wave back, her legs bouncing and twisting in a very obvious pee dance. Sadie closed the door looking down at Gypsy laughing.  “What was today like Gypsy eh! Every human I met today was needing to pee! What was that even all about? At least I’m alone now. I had to wriggle on that stool loads the whole time your friend Erin was here. All this talk of peeing must be rubbing off on me. I’ll see you in a bit. No barking while I run to the loo will you?”  Sadie took the stairs two at a time in her eagerness to get to her bathroom that she hadn’t even been inside since leaving for her meeting at the school mid morning. As she turned to sit down pulling her tights and knickers down she gave an audible ‘oh’ noise as her eyes fixed on the inside of her underwear. Her sensible full light blue cotton pants had a large damp patch that Erin touched with her finger as her bottom rested on the toilet seat. Gasping she held her muscles tight for just a second more she ran her hand across her tightly squeezed hairy vagina feeling it thick with stringy mucus.  Sadie was unbelievably desperate to wee now sitting on her own toilet, finally able to go but wanting to deliberately hold off for just long enough to think more on each bursting person she’d met that day. Was this how poor Mr. Green had felt stuck outside with his old dog Patch urgently needing to get home to his bathroom? Was this how strong the tingling had been for Mr. Wheeler, the Head at the academy, as he’d shown her around the building? Was this how antsy the man in front of her at the hotel reception had felt struggling to wait his turn? Was this how flustered the young girl had felt who tried to help her or how aching her older boss felt? Was it this beautiful full feeling that the neighbours daughter was experiencing holding all through school and her favourite film? And finally was Erin, her neighbour, as shaky and squirmy as this while sitting on the breakfast stool downstairs drinking tea?  Sadie allowed her hand and fingers to stroke and explore her desperate aching wet body in the very place that was about to burst with warm pee as her entire body shook with desire and need not just to release her bladder but with sexual desire too. Being in touching distance, talking with, and hearing so many people mention how badly they had to pee all day had worked her up to a state like nothing ever experienced before. No partner had ever got her this wet or hot or needy. Not even close! But regardless how turned on she was her throbbing urethra could not hold on any longer as it burst forth furiously as Sadie continued enjoying herself, the sleeve of her blouse getting totally drenched.  For well over a minute she peed and stroked herself simultaneously gasping and groaning in ecstasy at the wonderful way it felt as her wrists and lower arms became so covered in torrents of pale yellow warm liquid. Panting like her own dog she laughed at a sudden naughty thought:  What if any of the bursting people she had met that day had felt like this too? Now that was quite a thought indeed.
This is my second fanfiction for Omorashi.org. I hope you all enjoy this one even though it's a two-parter. Also, Beth is 18 in this fanfiction because on this account, we don't do that pedo shit around here.  Mermaid Heel Holding Contest 18-year-old Beth Vanderwood was at the sink of the bathroom, just finishing off a really big piss. Beth had been holding it in for hours while she was out in the garden, as sometimes when she was gardening, she would get so focused on what she was doing that she wouldn’t notice that she would have to pee or poop until hours later. Beth let out a relieved sigh before walking out of the bathroom, where Beth’s girlfriend Arana Webb, was standing outside with a smile on her face. “Damn Beth, if I didn’t know any better in there, I would think you were having sex,” Arana teased, poking a blushing Beth’s cheeks. “Don’t just say stuff like that! Look…I just really had to pee!” Beth exclaimed while shaking her head to get Arana’s hand off of her cheek. However, Arana kept her hand on Beth’s cheek by going from poking it to pinching it, causing Beth to emit a whine as her blush only turned a deeper red. “Boy, that’s an understatement. You sounded like a fire hose in there. How long were you holding it?” Arana asked. “A few hours,” Beth said trying to turn away from Arana despite her still having a hand on her cheek. Despite the two dating for a few months, Arana still had the effect of making Beth blush with her teasing. “Wow. No offense Beth, but I didn’t think you could hold it in that long,” Arana said, finally taking her hand off of Beth’s cheek, and patting the part of her midsection where her bladder would be. “W…what’s that supposed to mean? I’ve held it in for a long time before, both #1 and #2,” Beth argued. Arana looked at Beth with a raised eyebrow, but her surprised look turned back into a playful smirk before she began running a hand through Beth’s hair. “Nothing sweetie, it’s just that you didn’t seem like you had much experience in holding it.” “Do you?” “I do actually. I’ve even competed with some other girls on how long I could hold it. My personal record is 15 hours in case you were curious,” Arana explained, flicking her light green hair as she kind of bragged about her ability to hold it for more than half a day. Beth had to admit that it was impressive, and wasn’t sure she could do that even if she had been as distracted as she was gardening but wanted to show off a little so decided to say something. “Well…what do you think about having a holding contest with me?” Beth asked. Arana looked at Beth in surprise, with Beth staring right at Arana, showing Arana that she was serious about this. “Are you sure, sweetie?” “Yeah.” Arana then responded with a smirk before licking her lips and leaning closer to Beth, who was immediately starting to get nervous again as Arana stroked her cheek. “OK then, if that’s what you want. Starting now, neither of us will use the bathroom for any reason. No peeing, no pooping, none of that. Whoever goes first, whether it be on the toilet or in their underwear, loses,” Arana explained. Beth thought about this a little more, realizing that she never really held it on purpose, and those holdings were usually more on accident. And Arana, from what she said, had several experiences with holding it in for long periods, 15 hours was nothing to sneeze at after all. But, Beth wanted to show Arana that she was not one to be constantly teased at so she puffed out her chest and nodded. “Deal.” Arana and Beth shook hands, with Arana kissing Beth on the cheek before the two left Beth’s room and continued on with their day. Three Hours Later…             Beth was in the living room of the Mermaid Heel, her legs firmly crossed together to the point where they almost looked as though they were in a knot. Luckily, she didn’t feel the need to poop yet, but Beth’s bladder was already almost at maximum capacity. Beth started moaning as she had never held it in this long before without some kind of distraction to keep her mind off of her pressing need.             A proverbial lightbulb going off in Beth’s head, she picked herself up, making sure both hands were planted firmly on her crotch to prevent any kind of leakage. Beth took a couple of deep breaths before making her way to the garden, hoping that doing her passion for gardening would keep her mind off of her pulsing bladder for at least a little while. As Beth finally made it to the back door, the sweat beading on her forehead started dripping onto the floor, the light sound of the liquid hitting the floor was not helping.             After eliciting another moan, Beth pushed open the door, grabbed her gardening tools, and started gardening. Immediately, Beth sitting down on her knees made her bladder pulse even more, but she immediately started gardening. As Beth really got into it, the focus on her bladder lessened allowing Beth to ignore the pain her bulging bladder was causing. After an hour of gardening, Arana came walking out of the back with a smile on her face, seemingly not registering the fact she had not used the bathroom in 4 hours.             “Hey Beth, how’re we doing so far?” Arana asked, lightly tapping her foot on the grass.             “Better. Gardening always helps me keep my mind off of these kinds of things,” Beth explained, putting a few more vegetable seeds in the ground before Arana patted Beth on the back.             “Well, Kagura wanted me to tell you that it was time for dinner, so we should probably head to the dining hall,” Arana explained. Beth gulped nervously, knowing that she would have a hard time trying to hide her pressing need to pee. Also, Beth didn’t know what was going to be for lunch, but she knew eating it would make her have to poop, which she wasn’t sure she could hold along with her pee.             “OK,” Beth said as she got back to her feet, holding herself as much as she could to avoid leaking. Arana and Beth walked back into the guildhall, holding hands and themselves so that they can keep pee from coming out. Another three hours later…             Beth and Arana were in Beth’s room, with Arana looking notably more desperate than she had before. That was because after eating a dinner that consisted of steak and vegetables, they now had to poop along with having to pee. Arana was focusing on holding her butt while crossing her legs to keep her pee controlled. Beth, however, was in a fetal position on the bed, her arms pressing against her crotch while her hands and fingers were pressing against her butt.             “Beth, are you OK?”             “…no...,” Beth moaned as she let out a couple of high-pitched farts.             “You’re doing pretty well, Beth. You-ah-doubled the amount of time you’ve held it in,” Arana said, a major bladder spasm causing her to cross her legs even more. Arana then let out a deep-sounding fart before Beth could respond.             “…thanks, Arana. I…just feel terrible.” Arana nodded before getting up off of the bed, giving herself a moment to compose herself, her bladder, and her bowels, before walking out of the room. As Arana left, Beth looked over at the bathroom in front of her bed, very tempted to walk in there and just let go. Beth REALLY wanted to get into the bathroom, but there was something in her that really wanted to beat Arana in this holding contest.             However, a giant spasm caused Beth to shake and whine as she once again took a look at the bathroom. Beth looked at the door and decided that maybe going a little bit wouldn’t be too bad, at least to make sure it would be easier to hold it in. However, as Beth got off of the bed, Arana walked back into the room with a guttural fart coming out of her and a couple of black panties with locks in her hands. Beth jumped at Arana’s sudden arrival, but her focus was immediately moved to the underwear in Arana’s hands.             “What’re those for, Arana?”             “Oh, well these are to make sure we don’t leak while sleeping. It’s going to be time to sleep soon, and I did say that leaking of any kind would result in one of us losing. I got these from one of the people I had a holding contest with a while back, and she said these would make sure we stay dry while we sleep,” Arana explained before letting out another deep fart. Beth blushed as the underwear looked some sort of leather dominatrix type stuff. But nonetheless, she took the underwear anyway, and after a minute both she and Arana were in the underwear.             “Well, it’s almost midnight. Do you want to sleep now? It may make this contest a little easier,” Arana asked, letting out a couple more guttural farts before Beth shot out her own squeaking fart.             “Yeah…maybe,” Beth mumbled before climbing into her bed. Arana smiled at her, following her into her bed as she wrapped the blanket around the two of them, which probably wasn’t the best idea as Beth had released another toxic fart. Arana laughed it off, patting the blushing Beth on the top of the head before falling asleep, confident that she was definitely winning this contest. OK, so here's the thing. I already know who's winning this competition, and I just need you guys to help me figure out how it ends; do you want the person who wins to make it to the bathroom, or do you want them to just mess themselves after finally being able to win the holding contest?  Comment on how you want it to go, and thank you for reading what I have so far.
Dakota’s Revenge (Introduction)             “Emmie, today’s the day.”             “Really? You have everything prepared already?”             “Yep. And I’m sure you have your part of the plan ready?”             “Everyone else and I will be gone all day tomorrow. You’ll have the whole dorm to yourself and those three.”             “Excellent,” Dakota smiled as she finished the last bit of her essay for History class. “And just like that, I’m done with all my homework for this month and next month. And now that that’s all done, it’s time to get revenge on Courtney and her cronies.”             “I’ll go make sure everyone’s still on board.” As Emmie left her dorm room, Dakota looked on at her computer, glaring at the thought of Courtney and her two cronies; Alexis and Penny. Those three made her hold in her pee for 24 hours with the threat of getting her expelled from school, all because she had copied a couple of answers from Courtney’s test. Dakota had to go to the hospital to check her bladder, but what made her even angrier was that Courtney had basically threatened to ruin her family’s life by getting her expelled. Dakota was the only member of her family to make it to college which was only because of the scholarship she worked weeks to get, and she wasn’t going to let some rich bitch who never knew a thing of how it felt to not even have enough money to afford a permanent home make her parents any more miserable.             “They’re all going with me, Dakota,” Emmie said, poking her head through the door. Dakota nodded with a smile on her face before grabbing her phone and dialing up several numbers. Dakota couldn’t think of a time when she had been more excited, and she began laughing out of excitement before the person on the other side answered the phone. The Next Day…             Courtney woke up from her slumber, rising into a seated position. As she emitted a yawn, Courtney’s stomach immediately began rumbling, which Courtney disregarded at first, assuming it was just because she was hungry. However, as her stomach continued grumbling, Courtney realized that it wasn’t because she was hungry; it was because she had to poop. That, along with her bladder feeling like a full water balloon, immediately woke her up and got her rocketing out of bed and to her bathroom. However, when Courtney went to open the door, she realized that the doorknob was broken, rendering it completely unusable and trapping her out of the bathroom.             “What the hell!?” Courtney yelled, kicking her bathroom door in frustration before running out of her room, still in her pajamas. When she got into the hallway, Courtney saw Penny and Alexis outside as well, holding their stomachs in the same way she was.             “You guys too?” Courtney asked as Penny and Alexis turned to Courtney while shaking, as holding in their productions was getting harder and harder.             “Yeah! Like, I tried to go to our bathroom, but someone literally destroyed our toilet. Like…it’s in pieces right now!” Alexis yelled, letting out a guttural fart that echoed throughout the empty hallways.             “And nobody else is here! It’s so weird. We tried to ask other people to use their bathrooms, but almost nobody is here,” Penny explained. Courtney couldn’t believe what she was hearing; everyone in the dorms was gone and their toilets were completely unusable. While Courtney was trying to wrap her head around this situation, she heard a toilet flush coming from down the hall. Penny and Alexis heard this too, and they saw Courtney’s roommate, Eliza, come out of someone’s dorm room.             “Thanks for letting me use your bathroom, Dakota. I didn’t want to make a mess before heading out with everyone!” Eliza called out as she ran out of Dakota’s room. Courtney cringed when she heard that name, remembering Dakota as the person who cheated off her test. Luckily, in Courtney’s mind, Dakota seemed to learn her lesson after she was forced to hold her pee in for 24 hours. The three women didn’t really want to ask Dakota for help but realizing it was either that or using the carpeted floor as a toilet, the three of them rushed to Dakota’s room, keeping the door open as they barged into her room.             “Oh hi girls, what can I do for you?” Dakota asked. If Courtney and her friends weren’t keeping an ocean of liquid shit and piss from spilling out of them, they would’ve been suspicious about the excess honey that was dripping from her voice.             “You can let us use your bathroom!” Alexis yelled before doubling over to fight off a massive cramp. Dakota sat up from her chair, walked over to her bathroom door, and wiggled a key in front of the girls’ faces.             “Hmmmm…Nah.” Dakota then locked the door to her bathroom, putting the key back in her pocket.             “What do you mean ‘Nah’!?”             “I mean ‘Nah’. Why would I let you three rich skanks use my bathroom?” The three girls were incredulous at the tone Dakota was taking with them. A month ago, Dakota was letting them walk all over her and do whatever they wanted to her. This could be because she wanted to make sure she stayed in college, but either way, Dakota’s attitude was shocking to them. However, it wasn’t quite shocking enough for Alexis.             “Look Dakota, you better let us use that bathroom or I’ll--!”             “Oh, I know the three of you can beat me up, but you won’t.             “What the hell makes you think---!?” Dakota shut Alexis up by showing off several pictures in her hands.             “These are pictures of the three of you using fake IDs to get into a nearby bar. Now call me crazy, but I don’t think a prestigious college like this one would really want their students to go break the law like that,” Dakota explained, causing the color on Courtney’s face to completely vanish.             “What…what the hell are you getting at, Dakota?”             “Do you need it spelled out for you? I’m the one who put you in this position,” Dakota confessed, causing the three girls to look at her in shock. “That’s right, I had someone I know destroy your bathrooms, I got everyone out of the dorms, and I also locked you in my room. You have nowhere to go, which means we’re playing by one of my rules,” Dakota further explained as the girls sighed in shock and fear as Penny looked up at Dakota.             “So what do you have planned? You’re going to make us hold all this for 24 hours?” Penny asked, pointing at her bloated midsection as Dakota bit her lips in enjoyment.             “Oh no, I have something a little more…embarrassing and fun planned for you three,” Dakota explained, moving from in front of her desk, revealing a camera on top of her computer. On her computer screen, Dakota had Twitch opened up, primed to go live.             “See, a good way to make a quick buck is playing on Twitch. But as the memories of that faithful day kept playing and playing in my mind, I realized that I could use my Twitch account for my revenge. Basically, I’m going to stream your desperation and the results of your desperation live on Twitch to about…oh! 2000 followers, that’s more than I usually get,” Dakota explained. Before any of the three girls could voice their objections, Dakota then brought out a blackboard with Courtney, Alexis, and Penny’s names on them with five red tally marks underneath each one of their names.             “I promised my Twitch followers something big today, and today, you guys are going to compete for the opportunity to use the toilet.”             “And what if we refuse.”             “I mean, you can do that, but if you do, I’ll go to the Dean and show him these pictures. And either way, you’re locked in, and Twitch will still see you guys make a mess of yourselves,” Dakota explained, taking an unprecedented amount of joy in the squirming and moaning that Courtney and her entourage were doing.             “…what…what do we have to do?” Courtney asked, not being able to hold her head up.             “I’m glad you asked. See, this is a scoreboard, and since you’re all pieces of shit, I docked you 5 points. You have -5 points, and if you want me to unlock the bathroom for you, you have to get positive 5 points. And to get those points, you have to answer questions about…me,” Dakota explained, pointing to herself as she turned to her streaming camera and clicked the button to go live while the rest of the girls looked on in worry since they barely knew Dakota at all.             “Hey guys, as you can see, I just finished explaining the rules of our little game to these three. I’ve told you why I want to get my revenge on these three, so I want you all to give me some questions that you want me to ask them. I have a few ideas myself, but if you guys have questions as well, let me know,” Dakota said to her chat before looking at her victims from the corner of her eye, taking in more pleasure hearing the moans and seeing the squirming of her bullies.             “And with that out of the way, let’s get the fun started!” Dakota exclaimed, clapping her hands together, rubbing them in anticipation as Courtney and her friends looked on in concern while they tried to maintain their hold on their bladder and bowels. Based on @Jailor Eckman 's 'Off Limits' comic. I have no idea how it's going to continue or how it's going to end, but I decided to create a scenario where Dakota finally gets some revenge against her bullies, who made her hold pee for 24 hours. And yes, they gave me their blessing to do this fanfiction. Also, comment on what questions you want Dakota to ask her bullies. I don't know if I'll get the answers to questions about Dakota right, but still sounds like something fun.
Her heart began to beat faster as he slowly walked towards the bed…. “Alex” The devilish smirk on his face sending shivers through her body… “Alex” She gasped softly as his fingers softly stroked up her legs as he knelt on the bed between them… “ALEX!” Her breath quickened as he hooked his fingers underneath the edge of her knickers, slowly pulling them to the side… “Earth to Alex, hellooooo” She whimpered as he moved his tongue towards her eager pussy and let out a long moan as he teasingly licked up her slit, moving closer to her throbbing, swollen cli… “ALEX! Do you want this drink or not?”. Suddenly the vision of her boyfriend vanished from her mind as she snapped back to reality and she looked round to find Zoe staring at her, holding a glass of wine towards her. She nodded and took the drink, thanking her friend as she did. She placed the glass down in front of her and let out a sigh. “Are you okay over there Alex?, thought we lost you for a moment”.  “Oh…yeah I’m fine” “Are you sure, you look a little flushed?”. “Yeah I’m errr…it's just a little warm in here” she replied realising she must be blushing. “As long as that’s all it is, we’ve already had one who can’t hold their drink, we don’t want you going the same way”. She looked over at Zoe and assured she was fine before turning back to the now almost empty glass in front of her. She picked it up taking a long sip, trying to distract herself from the thoughts that had just taken over her mind. The thoughts of what had happened the last time she had got home from a night out with the girls and the amazing love making that had ensued with her boyfriend. She blamed the waitress for her sudden daydreaming. She had come over to their table to announce it was almost time for last orders so if they wanted any more drinks to order them now. That had led to her realising that if it was last orders then it would soon be time to head home and more than likely have sexy time fun with James. That had of course led her to remembering the last time and how amazing it had been. They always had amazing sex but there was something about the way James was all over her when she came back from nights out that just hit differently and now she was thinking about it she couldn’t wait to get home to him. More importantly she couldn’t wait to see his face when he took off her dress and he saw the new sexy purple underwear she had on underneath. She squirmed gently in her seat feeling her pussy reacting to those thoughts and realised that by the time he saw her new knickers for the first time they would probably be soaking wet. She smiled to herself then shook herself back to reality once more before her mind took over again. She turned her attention to her friends, listening to their conversation as she sipped her wine. It had been a great night out celebrating Emily’s 30th birthday. They had originally met up in the town where they lived and gone to one of the local restaurants with Emily’s family and friends where they had had a gorgeous meal. After the meal those who were up for it had gotten the train into town where they had met up with some more people, to hit up the bars and really let loose. When they had started in town there were about fifteen of them altogether but as the night went on they had gradually lost a few who had left as they had had enough and unfortunately one of the girls had clearly had one too many shots and ended up being sick so a couple of her friends had taken her home.  After the last bar had kicked out they had lost a few more which left seven of them in total who had made their way to one of the few bars still left open, where they been for the last hour and was now getting ready to close. She had already decided that no matter what the others were doing after this bar closed she was going to head home. She was starting to get tired, her feet ached from all the dancing and now she had James on her mind. It was all she could think about, getting home to him so he could have his way with her. As if reading her mind Jenny picked up her phone then announced “right girls, I’m heading off, my husband has come to pick me up, he is just parked down the street”. She stood up putting on her coat and Lucy piped up “do you think your husband would mind giving me a lift, you are heading my way”. Jenny said that would be fine so Lucy scooched along the bench and stood up. Emily went to sit back down after letting Lucy out but Alex stopped her, sensing her chance. She had been needing to pee for a while but being trapped in the corner of the booth she had kept putting it off not wanting to disturb the others and for the past ten minutes or so had been hoping one of them would also need to go and get up so she could get out. She scooched along the bench and stood up. She waited to say goodbye to Jenny and Lucy and once they had left she turned and headed to the back of the bar and up the stairs to where the toilets were.  When she reached the top of the stairs she found a small queue outside the ladies bathroom and joined it, laughing to herself about how she always seemed to find herself in this situation. She always waited and put off coming to pee until she was at a point where she was busting to go and then always found a queue when she did eventually give in and go to the bathroom. Like earlier in the evening. When they first arrived in town they had gone to Wetherspoons and whilst there she needed to pee but kept putting it off not wanting to break the seal. When they left Wetherspoons she had decided to wait until they got to the first bar and of course when they got there there was a queue to get in. Whilst in that queue she had started regretting not peeing before they left Wetherspoons, especially when two of the other girls had left the queue to go pop a squat in an alley somewhere. She had wanted to go with them but wasn’t the type to go around peeing outside for all to see. By the time she had got into the bar and headed for the ladies she had found another small queue and had to stand squirming and dancing, bursting to pee all because of her stupid brain telling her she could wait. When she had finally got to pee the relief had been amazing and she had told herself not to let herself get to that point again.  That hadn’t been much of an issue through the night as after breaking the proverbial seal she had been nipping to the loo every half hour or so. However now she had done it again, waited too long even though she had access to the loo all that time and now she once again stood in a queue squirming on the spot bursting for a wee. As she moved forward in the queue she heard her name and turned round to see Steph appear at the top of the stairs. “Was wondering where you had gone, thought you had been a while”. Steph looked past at the few people waiting and added “ahhh, makes sense, there is always a queue right”. Alex nodded in agreement and moaned “they need to be quick though I really need a wee”.  Steph nodded and replied “yeah me too, they are starting to ask people to finish off their drinks and head out so I thought I'd better come to the loo”. They stood chatting as they slowly moved along the queue and eventually Alex was first in line. “You’d think they would have more toilets for a place this size” said Steph, pointing at the two stalls in the ladies room. Alex had been thinking the same thing. Though it wasn’t a big bar like some of the others they had been in it still had space for plenty of people and with only two stalls it was no wonder there was a queue.  Finally one of the stalls became free and Alex headed inside, pushing the door shut behind and dropping the latch. She quickly shimmied up her red dress and pulled down her lacy thong before hovering above the toilet and relaxing. She sighed gently as she started peeing and her bladder began to empty. She smiled to herself when she saw a little wet spot on her purple knickers where her thoughts of James had made themselves known. She stopped her mind from wandering and finished up peeing.  When she came out of the stall she quickly washed her hands and headed back down to the bar and re-joined her friends. A couple of minutes later Steph came back and when she had sat down Emily turned to them and said “right, what are we wanting to do now”. Alex was glad when the general consensus was to head home. The nightclub across town had been mentioned which really didn’t appeal to her so was ready to be a party pooper and decline going but thankfully the others were ready to head home too.  Five minutes later the waitress came over to their table to grab some of the empty glasses and said “okay guys can we start drinking up and heading out we are closing in five minutes”. Alex glanced at her watch and was shocked to find it was almost half 3. She felt a pang of guilt about it being so late as James was coming to pick her up. Every time she went out anywhere she always said she would get a taxi home but James always insisted on coming to get her, no matter what time it was, all she had to do was ring him when she was ready. She always felt guilty that he was having to wait up and come out in the middle of the night but it's what he insisted on and behind the guilt she always felt happy knowing he only wanted to keep her safe. She picked up her wine glass and realised there was still quite a bit left having barely touched this one. She took a few long sips and then when she saw the bouncers coming over to move people out she quickly downed what remained, not wanting to waste any of it. She put on her coat, grabbed her bag and headed for the doors. As she walked outside she felt a head rush, whether it was the cold air, the fact she had just downed half a glass of wine or a mixture of the two she suddenly realised how drunk she was. She never let herself get so drunk that she couldn’t take care of herself but she was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol.  Her friends followed her out and they walked up towards the high street. After they had decided not to bother going to the nightclub they had instead decided to go and get some food from somewhere which was good news for Alex as she was feeling hungry, it seemed like ages since they had their meal, plus what better way to combat the effects of alcohol than a greasy burger or kebab.  As they walked up the street Laura announced that her boyfriend was on the way for her so wasn’t coming to get food so when they reached the high street they found a bench to sit on and wait with her. As the minutes passed Alex found herself wishing Laura’s boyfriend would hurry up and get here. Just sitting there she was really feeling the chill of the early morning air and kept pulling her coat around her. Which was kind of helping a little but alas it didn’t cover her legs, she was starting to wish she had worn tights.  Eventually Laura’s phone rang and she answered. She said where they were and after a couple of minutes a car pulled up just down from where they were sitting. Alex said her goodbyes and stood up ready to head off to the takeaway whilst a couple of the others walked with Laura to the car. She stood watching them chit chatting at the car when Zoe said something behind her. Alex looked round and said “sorry were you talking to me then, I was miles away”. Zoe laughed then said “I was just saying that I should have gone for a wee before we left the bar, I didn’t think at the time as the bouncers were ushering people out”. Alex just nodded in agreement, she was glad she had been before they left, if she hadn’t she would have another problem to deal with on top of being cold.  When Laura had driven off and the others had come back they set off in search of food. They walked through town, making their way through their fellow late night revellers and eventually came to an area of town where they knew they would find a takeaway still open. They spotted a couple along the street still open and made a decision as to what kind of food they wanted. They settled on the takeaway towards the other end of the street as it offered more choice, the other was primarily a chicken shop. As they walked along the street Emily got excited at the smells coming from the takeaways and moaned she was starving. The others agreed and then Zoe added “do you think this place will have a toilet available to use?”. Steph looked back and replied “I’m sure they will have”. Zoe nodded and moaned “I hope so, I really need a wee”. Emily turned to look back and said “I could do with a wee as well, come on, it's not much further. Alex continued walking along, thankful once again that she had gotten the chance to pee before leaving the bar. To Be Continued.
Part 2 As Alex walked past the window of the takeaway she looked inside and saw, as she had expected, that it was quite busy. She reached the door and stood waiting for the others to catch up. They had lagged behind a little as Emily had stopped with the intention of going to the cash machine across the street as she said she needed money to get food but Zoe had stopped her saying it was her birthday and she wasn’t paying for anything. This had led to the two of them having a back and forth with Emily trying to convince Zoe she didn’t need to pay for her food and Zoe having none of it. Eventually Emily had succumbed and accepted she wasn’t going to win and had allowed herself to be led along by Zoe and Steph away from the cash machine.  When the others caught up they headed inside and joined the back of the queue. The queue was quite long but thankfully it seemed to be moving pretty quick. Alex was busy looking at the menu debating what she wanted when she heard Zoe moan and say “I don’t think there is a customer toilet in here after all”. Alex looked around and from the look of it she was right, there wasn’t anything she could see that indicated a toilet. Steph pointed across towards the back just next to the counter and said “maybe there”. Alex looked where she was pointing and saw an unmarked door. Zoe looked across too and muttered “yeah maybe, I’ll check when we get there”. Alex returned to looking at the menu and decided she would get a burger. The queue slowly moved forward and suddenly Emily got excited and shouted “mine mine mine mine mine”. Alex wondered what the hell was going on but then saw her friend quickly heading towards a table that had just become free. Emily sat herself in the booth and claimed the table with a huge grin on her face. Steph laughed and gave her a thumbs up.  “Good job Emily, do you know what you want?”. Emily looked back with a blank stare then spun round to look up at the menu. Eventually she turned back and told them what she wanted before turning back to guard her prize table. It didn’t take too long for them to reach the front and when called forward Alex went to the counter and placed her order. She handed over some cash and took the change along with a numbered ticket and stood off to the side to wait. Steph followed suit and Zoe then moved forward and placed the order for herself and Emily. After taking her numbered ticket Zoe walked over towards them and then quickly walked over to the door and tried the handle. It didn’t open, clearly it was locked. She came back over and moaned “Either it’s not a toilet or it is and someone is in there”.  Steph looked over and then walked over to the counter. She waited until the guy had finished taking the next person's order then said “scuse me mate, have you got a customer toilet at all we can use”.  The guy shook his head and responded “No we don’t, only the toilet is for staff use only, not available for customer use i’m afraid”.  Steph nodded in response and then added “No chance of using that one is there?”. Again the guy shook his head and replied “Unfortunately not, we keep it locked when it's so busy at night, too many people wanting to use it, I’m sorry but that is just how it is”.  Steph accepted she wasn’t going to convince him no matter what she said and turned back to Zoe and said “to answer the question, it is a toilet but its not for use”. Zoe laughed and said “yeah I got that bit, come on let's go sit down”. They went over and joined Emily in the booth and waited for their orders. When she had ordered the guy had said it would be about ten to fifteen minutes which wasn’t bad considering how busy it had gotten in there.  After ten minutes had passed they were still waiting and Alex had noticed that Zoe kept shifting in her seat. It was clear she must be bursting for the loo, if she hadn’t gone before they left the bar there was no telling how long it had been since she last used the bathroom. A couple more minutes passed and suddenly Zoe let out a gasp and moaned “Okay I really need a wee now”. She looked around and then said “I think I’m going to have to go see if there is somewhere with a toilet I can use”. Steph commented saying they could go look for somewhere once they had eaten but Zoe quickly stopped her and said “honestly if I keep waiting until we have eaten I might pee myself, I’m getting desperate”. Steph just nodded, unable to think of anything else to say.  Zoe stood up and handed her order number over to Emily and said “I won’t be long”. Alex couldn’t let her go on her own so stopped her and said “hang on, I will come with you”. She found her order number and handed it to Steph saying “I’m just gonna go with Zoe, keep a listen out for my number”. She stood up and followed Zoe through the crowd inside the shop and out of the door. Outside in the street Zoe looked around and then said “I’m sorry to drag you out of there, I’m just dying for a wee and if I keep waiting too long I’m going to wet myself”. Alex held her hands up and said “you didn’t drag me, I volunteered to come, can’t have you walking the streets alone at this time of night”. Zoe smiled and then pointed down the street and said “come on lets try over there”. Alex looked down the street and saw towards the other end there was a bar with some people standing outside. They set off walking down the street and as they neared the bar Alex was happy to see it still looked to be open.  As they approached the door one of the bouncers acknowledged them and when they reached him he smiled and said “Sorry ladies, no more admissions tonight, we will be closing soon”. Zoe crossed her legs and moaned “that’s fine, I was just wondering if there is any chance I can just pop in to go to the toilet”.  The bouncer smirked and said “as I just said, no more admissions tonight as we are closing soon”.  Zoe squirmed on the spot and moaned “Please, I will be really quick, I’m absolutely busting for a wee”. She bounced on her knees trying to emphasize to the guy she was serious.  He nodded and replied “aha, you know how many times I hear that from people trying to get in after being told they can’t come in, I have heard it all before darling”. Alex looked at the guy and said “she is being serious, I don’t even want to come in, she just wants to run in and pee, then she will be straight out”. Again the bouncer nodded, clearly not caring or maybe not even listening to what she was saying. Zoe grimaced and made one last attempt to convince him. “Please just let me use the toilet, I’m nearly wetting myself, I will do anything”. The bouncer moved forward and in an irate voice said “Look, i’ve said no, that’s the end of it, it's not that I don’t want to, I just get told by the management don’t let anyone in after this time, I’m just doing my job, you will have to find somewhere else”. Alex knew it was no use, no matter what they said they weren’t getting inside. She linked arms with Zoe and said “come on babes, we’ll go somewhere else. They moved off and walked a little way down the street. Suddenly Zoe stopped and crossed her legs, letting out a low moan. Alex looked down the street and said “come on, there might be somewhere on the high street. Zoe looked at her and said “there might be, but chances are most places will be like that one that aren’t letting people in anymore”. She paused for a moment and squirmed, stepping from foot to foot then added “and honestly I wasn’t joking about nearly wetting myself, I feel like I’m about a minute from flooding my knickers”. Before Alex could respond Zoe looked around nervously then said “as much as I don’t want to I think I’m going to have to find somewhere to just pee”. Alex couldn’t believe it, she had been desperate plenty of times before but never to the point where she had peed outside. She shook her head and said “you can’t do that, there must be somewhere around with a toilet”.  Zoe shook her head and moaned “I know, It’s not something I really fancy but if I try to wait until we find somewhere else I am going to have an accident, quickly come on”. Now it was Zoe’s turn to lead the way. She grabbed Alex’s hand and quickly walked across the street. They made their way along and then Zoe stopped and pointed. Alex looked to where she was pointing and saw a little alley way that led to the back of the shops. Before Alex could do anything Zoe had walked into the alley and was standing dancing on the spot, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her leather look leggings.  “Alex keep a lookout”. Shouted Zoe as she quickly peeled down her leggings and her white thong. Alex watched in disbelief as her friend undressed in front of her and squatted down, holding onto the wall behind her for support. Her disbelief intensified when Zoe let out a loud sigh and she saw a strong stream come pouring out from between her legs, splashing loudly across the floor beneath her. “Oh my god that feels so good”. Alex didn’t know where to look and just stared off down the street, pretending like her friend wasn’t half naked peeing right next to her. Eventually the sound of the stream eased off and with a contented sigh from Zoe she stood back up, pulling her knickers and leggings back up into place. “That…feels so much better, honestly I was about to explode”. Alex laughed and said “well that’s good, now lets head back and get our food, I’m starving”. They walked back along towards the takeaway and when they headed back inside they found Steph and Emily munching down their food. Alex slided into the booth followed by Zoe and she eagerly opened the box containing her burger and took a big bite.  “So did you find somewhere then” asked Steph, looking over towards Zoe. Alex looked to her side at Zoe who blushed slightly and responded “errr, yeah I did, feel much better now”. Steph smiled and returned to her food. Zoe just smiled at Alex sheepishly and opened up her food. Alex took another bite of her burger deciding that Zoe’s little outdoor adventure was just going to be between them. -------------------------------------------- It didn’t take long for them to chow down their food and once they were all finished they gathered up their rubbish which Steph took over to the bin and they headed out into the street. “Right, taxi time” announced Zoe “which ones are we using?”.  “Well I’m not bothered because James will come pick me up, I just need to give him a ring” replied Alex quickly adding “and i’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving you a lift back if you want Steph?”. Steph looked round and with a smile said “oh, that would be great thanks”. Alex smiled back and said “no problem, we are heading the same way, might as well”. She turned back to Zoe and said “so really it’s up to you two, I assume you are sharing a taxi with Emily”.  Zoe nodded in response and said “yeah we will be, there is a taxi place just on the high street we can go to”. The girls walked along and onto the high street and as they neared the taxi office they saw a big queue of people waiting outside. As they reached the door there was a guy directing people into the taxi’s that were arriving and Zoe grabbed his attention and asked “how long of a wait is there?”. The guy looked at the queue of people and replied “probably about 15-20 minutes”. Zoe thanked him and they walked along towards the back of the queue. As they reached it Emily moaned about it being such a long wait.  “I know but chances are it will be the same wherever we go, lots of people heading home at once” replied Zoe. “I know but I need a wee” moaned Emily in response. “If we were getting a taxi straight away then it would be fine but if we have to wait 20 minutes I need to have a wee first, I can’t wait that long until I get home, where did you go before Zo?”. Zoe blushed and quickly responded “oh one of the bars down there, it will be shut now though”.  “Well there must be somewhere around where I can go and have a pee”. “We could head up towards the town square” replied Steph “there is a taxi office up there and there is also McDonald’s, that will be open for sure, you can use the toilets there”.  “Great idea, are you guys alright with that?” replied Emily. “Fine by me”  “Me too, don't bother me”. Alex nodded in agreement and followed along as they set off walking through town towards McDonald’s. To be continued…
Part 3 As they walked through the town centre Alex couldn’t help but smile as she listened to Emily drunkenly ramble on about how much she had enjoyed her night and her birthday and what amazing friends she had and how much she loved everyone. Eventually the town square came into view up ahead. It would have usually taken about ten minutes to walk across town but given they were all drunk it had taken slightly longer. They walked through the town square and across the other side was McDonald’s. It looked quite busy inside, similar to how the takeaway had been. Lots of drunk hungry people looking for their fast food fix before heading off home.  When they reached the entrance to McDonald’s Emily said she wouldn’t be long and headed inside. She pushed her way through the crowd of people waiting around inside and headed towards the back of the restaurant to where she knew the stairs to get to the upper floor were. She stopped dead when she reached them, looking at the barrier across the bottom of the stairs restricting access. She was a little confused as to why it was closed off, upstairs was where the toilets were located so it seemed odd they would restrict access. It must be to avoid people dicking around upstairs and making a mess. She looked around and pushed through the crowd again past the counter to where she knew the downstairs disabled toilet was guessing they just left that one open through the night. However when she got there she found her path blocked by a barricade of tables and bins. She looked for a way past but couldn’t see a way. Stood to the side was a security guy who was keeping an eye on everyone. She walked over to him and said “hi, excuse me, can I get past here to go to the toilet”. She pointed to the disabled toilet just beyond the barrier. The guy looked across and then said “I’m afraid not love, nobody is allowed back there”.  Emily looked at him in shock and replied “but…the toilets upstairs are blocked off”. He nodded and said “Yeah, so is this one, too many people at the weekends were just coming in to use them and leaving them in a right state so they are now closed off on Friday and Saturday nights”. She understood that must have been a pain but right now that didn’t help her. “Can you just be nice and let me sneak past, I won’t take long and won’t make a mess”. The guy shook his head and said “nope, I let one person in then suddenly everyone wants letting past, not worth the hassle”. She wanted to protest but knew it would ultimately fall on deaf ears. Instead she just nodded and wandered back through the crowd.  Alex had seen Emily talking to the guy in the high vis inside and wondered what was going on. Moments later she spotted her friend walking out of the front door and back across the town square to where they were stood waiting. “Right let’s go order a taxi” said Zoe when she saw Emily arriving back. “You alright Emz?”. “Stupid fucking place not allowing people to use the toilets, isn’t that illegal or some shit”.  “Whoa, what happened?” Alex enquired, taken aback by the sudden irate attitude”.  “All the toilets are blocked off because of people using them who aren’t customers and leaving them a mess. What about the people who are customers, what are they supposed to do?” moaned Emily in annoyance. “erm…You weren’t a customer though” replied Steph, chuckling to herself. “I know that but I could have pretended to be one” laughed Emily. “Lets go get a taxi, the sooner I get home the better”.  They moved off, heading over to the taxi office on the other side of the square. When Alex had seen Emily talking to the guy she had assumed that she had found the toilets blocked off. However, hearing Emily confirm it hadn’t been what she wanted to hear. Since leaving the takeaway and walking through town her own bladder had been sending the first signals of need and she had decided that she would probably pop into McDonald’s after the others had left to have a quick wee before waiting for James, now that wasn’t an option. Still she didn’t need to go too badly yet and it shouldn’t be too long before she got home. She shook the thought from her mind and followed after her friends. They reached the taxi office and found a small queue outside but unlike the previous one you had to go in and order a taxi rather than just wait outside for one to show up. Zoe headed inside to speak to the lady at the desk and a few moments later she came out and said “its booked, she said it would be about 15 minutes”. They stood off to the side to wait and Alex figured now was a good time to let James know to come for her. She pulled out her phone and wrote out a message. “Hey baby, ready whenever you are. Just waiting with Zoe and Emily for their taxi which should be about 15 minutes, Can’t wait to see you, Love you lots xxx”. She read the message back to herself to make sure she hadn’t drunkenly misspelled anything. In the past James had shown her some messages she had sent him that even she couldn’t decipher what they meant. She hit send and moments later her phone pinged. She opened the message and smiled as she started to read. “Hey gorgeous, I will set off soon. Hope you guys have had a good night. Can’t wait to see you either, you looked amazing when you left earlier in that little red dress, looking forward to seeing it again…..and looking forward to seeing you out of it even more. See you soon xxx” She reread the message a few times over and felt his words affecting her. She squeezed her legs together as her pussy reacted, her clit throbbing with excitement about what was soon to come. She tried not to look conspicuous standing there getting turned on and tried to focus her attention on her friends' conversation. After about ten minutes the queue outside the taxi office had slowly moved forward a few places. Emiliy looked at the people still ahead and then suddenly moaned “these taxi’s need to hurry up I’m busting for a pee”. “Hopefully it shouldn't be too much longer” replied Zoe, looking at her watch. “Hopefully not, otherwise there might be a flood in the taxi” said Emily laughing and crossing her legs. The minutes continued to pass and soon Emily and Zoe found themselves second in line. A car arrived and the young couple in front got in and when they had driven off Emily looked around and moaned “I’m seriously starting to doubt whether I will make it home without wetting myself, I’m really bursting”.  “I’m not sure where else will be open at this time” said Steph looking around the town square. “At this point I don’t even care about somewhere being open, I just know if I don’t pee before the taxi comes I am definitely not gonna be able to hold it till I get home”. Alex was about to say something in response then stopped when Emily suddenly moved off to the side of the taxi office and stood by the door of the shop next door. Alex wondered what she was doing and then looked in shock as she reached under her little white skirt and did something and then suddenly a stream of pee starting falling from underneath her skirt.  “OH MY GOD EMILY” shouted Alex, unable to stop herself. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She had been shocked when Zoe had ended up peeing outside but at least Zoe had found a somewhat discreet spot to squat. Emily was just standing in full view of the taxi queue peeing full force. She had clearly moved her knickers to the side when she had reached under her skirt and then just spread her legs and let loose.  Eventually the stream slowed down and Alex saw droplets of pee dripping down her friends legs. After a few moments she reached back under her skirt to rearrange her knickers and then leaned down to wipe her legs dry. She stepped away from the shop door and over the puddle she had left and returned to her friends as if nothing had happened.  “I can’t believe you just did that” said Steph, staring at the stream slowly running along the pavement and off the curb.  “I couldn’t help it, I said I was bursting, I didn’t want to have to try and hold it in the taxi and end up making a mess”. “Yeah that’s fair enough, but I can’t believe you just did it so openly in front of everyone” added Steph, still looking shocked.  “Meh, I don’t care, I’m just glad I don’t need to pee anymore” said Emily giggling.  Alex couldn’t believe she had done it so openly either but the comment about not needing to pee anymore certainly rang true. Her own need had been steadily growing and seeing her friend find relief right in front of her had seemed to make it intensify. At least James was on his way to pick her up and she would soon be home. She wasn’t going to start dropping her knickers in public like her friends, just the thought of doing so made her feel embarrassed. A few minutes later their taxi arrived and after a lot of hugs and goodbyes and thank you’s Emily and Zoe got into the car and they headed off.  “So where is James picking us up from?” asked Steph. That was a good question. Alex whipped out her phone and sent a quick message asking him where to meet. Moments later a message popped saying he would meet them by the train station if that was okay with her. She messaged back saying that was fine, knowing for him that was an easy pick up point without having to navigate the town’s one way system. She told Steph and they slowly set off walking to head to the train station. As they passed McDonald’s Alex looked inside really wishing the toilets were available to use. Whilst not bursting to go she would have gladly taken the opportunity to have a quick wee. She walked past telling herself it was fine, her need to pee wasn’t too bad just yet. To Be Continued…
Part 4 It had only taken them five minutes to reach the train station but in that time Alex’s bladder had definitely filled up and was sending signals of need throughout her body. All the wine from the night clearly filtering through and wanting out. She hoped James wouldn’t be long, the quicker she got home the better. Her need to pee was certainly getting more intense and it was now no longer something she could easily ignore.  They made their way across the courtyard in front of the station and stood against a wall by the car park to wait. This would be the easiest spot to pick them up and make a quick turn around back onto the main road. The conversation turned to the night and hoped that Emily had had a good birthday. Alex had certainly had a good night, it wasn’t often she got to go out with all of her friends in a big group. It was usually just her core friends so to be able to spend time with those she only saw once in a blue moon was wonderful.  There were a few moments of silence which were broken by Steph. “Did James say how long he was going to be?”. Alex thought back on the messages he had sent and shook her head.  “No, I just told him we were waiting for those guys' taxi to come which I said would be about 15 minutes and he just said he would set off soon so really he shouldn’t be far off”.  Steph nodded in acknowledgement then went silent for a few moments before saying “I don’t know about you but I’m starting to really need a wee”. Alex laughed nervously and replied “Glad I'm not the only one”.  Steph laughed and said “you too huh? Well at least I'm not alone, that’s why I was asking if you knew how long James was going to be because tbh I’m getting pretty desperate”. As the minutes passed Alex noticed Steph was constantly jiggling her legs and to be fair she had noticed herself doing the same. With each passing minute it felt like her need kept gradually increasing ever so slowly.  Steph suddenly moved away from the little wall and started looking around across the courtyard. She was doing this for a few moments before turning back towards Alex and moaning “damn”.  “What's wrong?” replied Alex looking at Steph concerned. “I was looking around to see if there was anywhere nearby that's open with a toilet we can use but apart from the nightclub over there I don’t see anything and that place is paid entry, I’m pretty sure they won’t just let me pop in for a pee and be damned if I’m paying the entry fee”. Alex nodded, she too had been looking around the nearby buildings to see if there was anywhere they could go.  Steph leaned back on the wall and then suddenly a few moments later leaned forward and moaned “ooooo I’m absolutely dying for a wee”. She looked around nervously then said “I know I was shocked at Emily earlier and it's not something I would willingly normally do but I might have to have a sneaky squat somewhere if James doesn’t get here soon. Alex looked at her shocked, surely not another one of her friends about to blatantly pee in public. “You can’t do that, look there’s people about, he will be here soon”.  Steph nodded and said “I know, I really don’t want to and I’m holding on but I’m bursting and don’t know how much longer I can wait”. Alex reassured her not much longer, she was busting for a wee too but at the moment she wasn’t in danger of wetting herself, it seemed Steph was much more desperate. A couple more minutes passed and Steph could not stand still. Alex watched as she danced and squirmed around and honestly watching her was making her own need worse. Suddenly Steph bent forward and her hand shot between her legs. She stood back up and moaned “I’m going to have to, I can’t wait till I get home, I’m about to wee myself”. Alex tried to reassure her that she could hold on but it fell on deaf ears. Steph was frantically stepping from foot to foot then suddenly let out a long moan and when she moved her hand away there was a small wet spot on the front of her jeans. “I really can’t hold it, I’m starting to wet my knickers, keep a look out for me” She quickly walked around to the other side of the little wall and started frantically fumbling with her belt. She got it undone and in a quick flash she yanked her jeans down along with her red knickers and squatted down out of sight. Alex walked nearer to the wall and saw her friend with a look of bliss on her face as the sound of her strong stream splashed against the wall”. “Oh my god you have no idea how good that feels, fuck me”. Alex was in a state of confusion. She was shocked at seeing another one of her friends resorting to peeing outside, it just wasn’t something that you did. However, standing there watching her friend peeing was making her desperately need to do the same. She was quickly entering into desperate territory and was now really having to hold back to keep her knickers dry. The power of suggestion from seeing her friend getting relief was so intense and she was seriously starting to consider that she might have to follow suit and squat down behind the wall. The thought embarrassed her to no end but right now she was dying for a wee and really starting to doubt her ability to hold it all the way home.  She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn’t noticed Steph had finished and was discreetly doing up her jeans, looking around nervously to see if anyone was watching. She came out from behind the little wall and with a deep sigh moaned “that feels so much better, there was no way I could have waited until I got home, I was fit to burst”. Alex just nodded, squirming gently on the spot. She didn’t know what was taking James so long but if he wasn’t here within the next few minutes she was going to have to do what she really didn’t want to do, what she thought she would never have to do.  The next few minutes passed with Alex gradually edging closer and closer to the inevitable that she would have to pee behind the little wall like Steph had just done. She didn’t want to but her bladder was sending urgent signals and she was now really desperate. She checked her phone to see if James had messaged at all but there was nothing new.  Suddenly a strong wave of desperation hit and she clenched her muscles tight to stop herself from leaking. That was it, her sign that she needed to pee now before it was too late and she ended up having an accident. She turned to Steph and sheepishly said “I think I’m gonna have to have a wee too, I’m almost doing it in my knickers.  Steph looked at her and nodded “do it babes, honestly I didn’t want to do it, I know how you must feel but you will feel so much better”. Alex nodded in response, she could do this, she had to do this, she needed to do this, more than anything right now she just needed a wee.  She took a few steps towards the edge of the wall when suddenly there was loud shouting from behind. She looked round and saw a group of guys suddenly spreading out across the courtyard from outside the nightclub and when she looked closer she saw they were all fighting. The bouncers came running out to try and calm the situation and within a minute a police car came screeching into the courtyard. “Fuck” thought Alex looking out at the scene before her. There was no way she could pee now, not with the police right in front of her. To Be Continued…..
Part 5 The scene playing out across the courtyard was chaotic. The fighting had been over just as quick as it had started thanks to the bouncers and the quick arrival of the police. Now there were multiple police cars parked up with a number of police officers restraining and handcuffing those involved who were mouthing off and shouting, blaming each other for the incident, all the while their girlfriends were arguing and being held back by the officers.  Alex couldn’t believe how stupid people could be when they were drunk, she couldn’t believe that it had been handled so quickly, but most of all she couldn’t believe that it had happened just when she had decided to find the relief her body so desperately craved. It almost felt like a sign that she really shouldn’t have been doing what she was about to do. Now even if she wanted to do it there was no way she was going to drop her knickers and try and sneakily have a wee with so many police close by, she didn’t want to end up in the back of the police van when it arrived. Not that it mattered, the sudden arrival of the police and the fact her chance had been taken away had given her bladder a new found strength to hold on and it almost felt like her need wasn’t as intense, or maybe that was just psychological. Either way she was happy when she saw James’ car waiting at the traffic lights just down on the main road. She pointed it out to Steph who smiled and then looked concerned. “Are you alright babes?”. “Yeah…I’m good” replied Alex, looking puzzled at the sudden concern. “It’s just, you were all ready to have a wee back there before all that kicked off, you want to try and find somewhere more discreet before we head off home, you must be bursting”. Had James not been moments away from getting there she probably would have taken Steph up on the offer but now she knew they were about to head home she was confident that she could wait. Plus the thought of James pulling up and telling him she was just going to have a wee behind a wall somewhere was mortifying. “No it’s fine, I mean I am bursting but it won’t take us long to get back, I will be fine”. Steph nodded in agreement and then moments later the car pulled up next to them and James wound his window down. “Oy oy you ladies been up to naughty things” he joked looking round at the police. “Nah, they are just here to make sure you behave yourself with these two gorgeous babes” said a voice from the passenger seat. Alex looked across and saw Martin sitting there, she gave him a cheeky smile and then turned to Steph and giggled. “Come on Steph, looks like we have pulled”. She turned back to James and said “you don’t mind running Steph home do you?”.  “Not at all, that’s why we ended up taking longer than expected, I figured one or two of your friends might want a lift home so we went and dropped Chris off on the way here to make room in the backseat”. “You sure you don’t mind James, I can get a cab it’s no problem” replied Steph. “Course I don’t mind, get yourself in”.  Steph smiled and opened the door, climbing in and scooching over. Alex followed suit whispering “thanks babe” to James as she walked past his window and climbed into the back seat behind him. She winced a little as sitting down made her dress go tight across her bladder adding a little pressure. As she shut the door she looked up and saw James looking at her in the rear view mirror. She smiled at him and then noticed he sat up in his seat and a cheeky smile spread across his face. She realised he was getting a better view of her legs so she slowly began to spread them, causing her dress to ride up. His eyes lit up and just before he caught a glimpse of her sexy knickers she snapped her legs shut with a teasing grin.  He gave her a smirk and then turned his attention back forwards and swung the car around the turning circle to head back to the main road. It took them a few minutes to navigate out of the town centre through the string of traffic lights which, much to their annoyance, all seemed to be red despite there being no traffic. As they came off the ring road and onto the main road that would take them to their little hometown Alex was starting to feel confident she would make it home, or at least trying to tell herself that. At the rate they were going she would be home in ten, maybe 15 minutes. She could hold on until then, sure it would feel like a long ten minutes given she was dying for a wee and really feeling like she was on the verge of wetting herself but it wasn’t like this was the first time she had come back from a night out absolutely bursting for the loo and having to make a mad dash upstairs when she had gotten home. She could do it, she just had to focus on not leaking each time a wave of desperation rocked her body. She tried to distract herself by listening to the conversation Steph was having with James, telling him about their night. She tried to listen and input where she could but her mind was too focused on how badly she needed to wee. Her legs bounced in rhythm and she fanned her legs back and forth trying to ease the growing pressure she felt in her pussy. She just kept telling herself there wasn’t much longer, each passing minute was a minute closer to home and her much needed wee. She was suddenly brought out of her trance-like state by a sudden flash of blue light illuminating the cars interior. “Wonder what they want,” asked James, slowing down. Alex looked around and saw a police car flashing them indicating for them to pull over. “I knew you girls had been up to naughtiness” added James, laughing as he pulled across to the side of the road, coming to a stop. “Haha very funny” replied Steph sarcastically “I wonder why they stopped us”. Alex didn’t know why there were being stopped, she didn’t care, all she knew was she really wished they weren’t being stopped, she really didn’t need any delays right now, just the car stopping was making her bladder scream in protest, knowing it had to wait longer. She squirmed desperately as she watched an officer climb out of the police car and walk slowly towards them. He reached the driver's side window and James rolled it down. “Evening guys, just wanted to ask you a few questions if that’s alright?”. “Yeah of course, no worries” replied James. “Have you been drinking at all tonight Sir” asked the officer, looking around at everyone in the car. “Nope, not tonight” said James confidently “these guys have, we’ve just come to pick them up, won’t drink when I’m driving”. The officer looked back at the two girls in the back seat then back to James, would you mind providing a sample of breath Sir, just conducting routine checks to clamp down on drink drivers”.  “I don’t mind at all”  “If you would like to step out of the car and follow me”. James opened up his door and got out, following the officer back to the police car. Alex watched as he went. She knew he hadn’t been drinking, he never did when he knew he was driving. Even so this added delay wasn’t good. She knew it would be a close call whether she could make it home or not when she had estimated ten minutes. Now all she could do was sit there hoping whatever they were doing wouldn’t take long. To be continued....
The seconds ticked by, slowly becoming minutes. Each one passing by agonisingly slowly for Alex who was going out of her mind with desperation. She couldn’t remember the last time she needed to pee so badly. It wasn’t just the fact she was dying to go for a wee, it was the fact that she had no option to do so. She was stuck in the back of the car, unable to do anything but desperately try and hold back the ocean inside her aching bladder. Any other situation and all inhibitions would be out of the window. She would be opening her door and squatting right there next to the car, but with the police just behind there was no way she could do that. She could just imagine the irony of being pulled over for a drunk driver spot check and she ends up getting arrested for indecent exposure. All she could do was keep checking behind her, hoping to see James coming back so they could continue on home. If it weren’t for being stopped she would probably already be home, in her bathroom, having her much needed wee. Instead she was stuck here. After what felt like an eternity James got out of the police car and came walking back over with the police officer laughing and joking. As James got back into the driver's seat the officer leaned down on the window. “Sorry for the inconvenience guys, we are just doing a sting operation to catch out drunk drivers and seeing a group of young people like yourselves driving out of town at this time aroused suspicions, but you are all fine and good to head on your way”. “No need to be sorry mate, I’m with you on the whole drunk driver stance, better to be safe than sorry, you guys keep up the good work” replied James with a cheery smile. Alex just wanted to shout at him to get a move on but didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of the officer. As the officer left and headed back to his car James looked round with a bemused look and said “Well…that was fun, anyway, your normal taxi service has resumed, James Cab’s incorporated would like to thank your for patience, on with our pre scheduled journey, first port of call a Miss Stephanie's house”. “You are such a goofball” said Steph, laughing as James pulled off.  “Thank god we are moving again” thought Alex, squeezing her thighs together tight around her pussy, “not long now, not long now”. They picked up speed again and were soon nearing the turn off for Stephs street. As they approached Steph leaned forward and said “Just drop us off up there by the petrol station, I will walk up to mine”. “Are you sure, I don’t mind driving up”  “No honestly, it will only take me a minute to walk up, saves you having to faff about turning around”. Alex whimpered in despair. She had decided when they got to Stephs she would have to ask if she could quickly pop in to use the loo. That had seemed a much better option than risking trying to make it home. Now thought that option had gone up in smoke if they were dropping Steph off at the bottom of her street. With that option gone she would have to try the same tactic when they went to drop Martin off. She was glad it was Martin that had come along and not Chris. Purely because she knew Martin well enough to ask for use of his bathroom. Chris she didn’t know too well so would have felt super uncomfortable asking.  They pulled up at the petrol station and as Steph said her goodbyes Alex hopefully looked over at the petrol station in the hopes of there being a toilet she could use but as expected it was closed up and was just manned by a single person at a window. As Steph got out Alex waved goodbye and then as they moved off resumed her desperate squirming. She suddenly felt less awkward squirming around as she was now alone in the back seat and it seemed the two boys were distracted with conversation. As they approached their little town Alex was really starting to struggle. It felt like the closer she got to home the more her bladder reacted to knowing relief was getting near. The waves of desperation were getting more intense and she was only just managing to keep her knickers dry. That was until James said something that almost made her explode on the spot. “Hey babe, do you want dropping off home on the way past then I will take Martin home or do you want to come with”. She couldn’t answer fast enough “drop me at home please!”. The sudden excitement of knowing she was mere minutes from relief made her lose focus for a moment and she felt a few drops escaping into her knickers. She instinctively put her hand up her dress and pushed on her pussy through her knickers and then suddenly flushed as she remembered she was in company. Neither of the boys seemed to have noticed so she pulled her coat across her lap to hide the fact she was holding herself in the hopes of stopping any more leaks. Alas her fingers couldn’t win out against the intense pressure from her bladder and she started feeling more warm drops against her fingertips. “No no no no, not now, almost there, just a couple more minutes, don’t wee yet, don’t come out please”. The thoughts circled her mind as she desperately tried to stop herself from weeing uncontrollably all over the back seat.  She was concentrating so much on her frantic need she didn’t notice they were on her street. It was only when the car stopped and she looked up that she realised they were outside their apartment building. Without hesitation she thanked James and quickly said goodbye to Martin whilst getting out of the car. The sudden change from sitting to standing caused her to spurt into her knickers. She squeezed her legs not wanting to openly grab herself whilst they were watching. She shut the door and James said he wouldn’t be long. As they drove off she jammed her hand back under her dress and pushed against her desperate pussy. She could feel the wetness on her knickers and knew it wouldn’t be long before they got much worse. She hurried as quickly as she could, taking baby steps towards the entrance door.  “Just through the door, up the elevator, into the apartment and into the bathroom” she mumbled to herself. A few steps that seemed so easy but doing them without completely losing control seemed nearly impossible. She stumbled over to the door, stepping from foot to foot frantically as she went to get the keys out of her pocket. They weren’t in her pocket, either of them. “Nooooo, no no no no no no” she moaned in despair, realising her keys were in her handbag, her handbag which was currently sitting in the backseat of James’ car. In her rush to get inside she hadn’t thought about her handbag, or needing keys. She couldn’t believe it, after holding on for so long and finally making it home she had locked herself out. Locked herself out when she was on the verge of a full blown wetting accident. Her bathroom seemed achingly close but she couldn’t reach it. Another spurt shot into her damp knickers.  “Oooooo James please hurry back”. To be continued…
Final Part. “He won’t be long, just a couple of minutes, Martin doesn’t live too far, just a little longer”. She wasn’t sure whether she was trying to convince herself or her bladder. All she knew is she had to keep the confidence or she was going to explode. It was true though that Martin only lived a couple of minutes away. So James shouldn’t be too long, she just had to hold out a little longer, she had managed this long she could do it a little more. That was as long as James dropped Martin off and came straight back. Knowing her luck they would be sat in the car chatting away whilst she was standing here slowly losing control of her bladder and wetting herself. She pulled out her phone, wanting to call him or message him asking him to be quick but the thought of admitting that she was nearly weeing herself because she couldn’t control her bladder seemed childish and god knows what he would think of her. All she could do was wait. At this point she needed to wee so badly she would have happily just dropped her knickers like her friends had done in town, right now it sounded like a wonderful idea just to feel the relief, unfortunately there was nowhere discreet for her to do so in front of the building, especially not with CCTV camera’s covering everywhere. She really didn’t want the security guys in her building getting an eyeful when checking the footage or risk one of her neighbors catching her in the act. She was so thankful when she saw James pulling up in their parking spot and getting out of the car. As he walked over he looked confused as to why she was just standing there. “What are you doing babe?” he asked as he drew near. “My keys are in my bag which is in the car, I can’t get in”.  “Oh right, I’ll get it for you”. He turned to go back to the car and her desperation took over. “NO!, get it in a minute, I need you to open the door for me now!”. The sudden tone of her voice shocked him and he looked round. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong he noticed her dancing on the spot. Stepping from foot to foot and looking worried. “Are you sure you're alright sweetie?”. She felt herself flush with embarrassment as he stared at her obvious squirming. There was no use hiding it now. “I’ve been dying for a wee since we left town and now I’m seriously about 30 seconds from a full blown accident so pleeeeeease can you hurry up and open the door”. He was taken aback by the sudden outburst but could clearly see she wasn’t joking. He pulled his keys out and pressed the fob to the sensor and with a click the door unlocked. The moment it clicked Alex pushed it open and ran towards the elevator. There was no way she could tackle the stairs. She frantically pushed the button and watched as it slowly descended.  James could only stare as his gf stood in front of him, bending at the waist, her gorgeous legs shaking and jiggling like crazy, her bum bouncing up and down as she pee danced. His cock twitched as he watched her, she looked so damn sexy in that dress. Eventually with a ping the elevator opened and Alex rushed inside, once James was in she quickly pushed the button for their floor then resumed her squirming. She was almost there, this lift needed to hurry up and get to their floor, then she just had to get inside their apartment. She gasped suddenly as she felt a long spurt shoot out of her aching pee hole and soak the front of her knickers. She jammed a hand  up her dress and against her pussy and let out a moan. She couldn’t lose it now, not after all she had done to make it this far.  James felt sorry for her, clearly she was absolutely desperate for the toilet but the sight of her suddenly lifting her dress and grabbing her pussy like that was really turning him on. Just watching her squeeze and rub herself like that was driving him crazy. After an achingly slow journey to their floor the doors opened and she ran down the corridor with her hand clutching her pussy as more spurts shot out uncontrollably and ran down her legs. She reached their front door and stood gasping and moaning as James caught up. His eyes widened as he walked towards her and he saw a couple of trails running down her legs. “She wasn’t joking, she really is on the verge of flooding everywhere” he thought as he watched the droplets snaking down her legs. Something about seeing that had his cock hard and pushing against his jeans. “Fuck she looks so damn hot right now” he thought, his hands trembling as he tried to put his key into the door. When James finally opened the door she shot inside and made a beeline for the bathroom at the back of the apartment. With each step she felt herself spurting more and more, she just had to make it a little further before she could release the flood. As she burst into the bathroom the sight of the toilet right in front of her was too much for her brimming bladder. The spurts suddenly became a trickle which quickly intensified into a stream running down her legs onto the floor. Without thinking she stepped into the shower cubicle to avoid making even more of a mess on the floor and with a loud moan she accepted defeat and relaxed her aching muscles. The stream began to gush full force into her knickers as her bladder finally released its massive flood. She couldn’t but let out a loud moan of ecstasy, it felt so good to release that pressure, the relief that washed over her body was amazing, almost orgasmic. She spread her legs and lifted her dress up to avoid it getting too wet and just stood completely wetting herself, she didn’t care anymore, it just felt so good to finally wee.  James stood in the doorway of the bathroom having followed her, watching his girlfriend in amazement. Clearly her desperation had been too intense and she hadn’t made it, now she was standing in the shower unleashing a torrent between her legs. He couldn’t look away. Something about watching her do that was driving him wild. His cock felt like it was about to burst through his jeans. Even more so when he realised she was doing it through the sexy little thong she was wearing. He didn’t know why it was having such an effect on him, he honestly didn’t care, all he knew was this was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen her do. Alex let out a contented sigh as her stream finally slowed down and turned into a little trickle as her bladder finally emptied. As the feeling of relief dissipated she was left with the reality of what had just happened. She felt so embarrassed, she had just wet herself, a grown woman of 30 and she had just wet herself. Not only that but her bf had just witnessed her dancing around with pee running down her legs and seen her frantically running to the bathroom holding herself like a child. She had no idea what he was going to say about it, probably going to make fun of her. She sighed when she looked down at her dripping wet knickers. Her plan of a sexy surprise was no longer a thing. She had been excited about him seeing her sexy new underwear and the thoughts of what he would do when he did see them had been driving her crazy all night. Now that was all ruined. The only solace was she had done most of it in the shower so hadn’t made too much of a mess on the bathroom floor. Plus she had managed to save her dress from the worst of the damage. She took it off, throwing it onto the bathroom floor. She would just have to quickly shower, get her jammies on and go and face the music with James. The thought of facing him was making her nervous.  James stared with desire as he watched her slide her sexy red dress off and throw it to the floor. His heart was pounding just as much as his cock as he stared at her standing there in just her wet knickers. He heard water start running and saw she had turned on the shower. He couldn’t stop himself any longer, his desire for her was driving him insane. In a quick motion he pulled his t-shirt off and threw it to one side as he fumbled with his belt. She turned the shower on to let it warm up and as she reached down to remove her piss soaked knickers she was suddenly aware that James was behind her. She turned round reluctantly, preparing to explain when she was stopped in her tracks. James was standing at the door of the shower in just his boxers and her eyes widened when she saw the huge bulge in the front of them.  Her heart started beating fast as she ran her eyes up and down his body, straying repeatedly to his cock straining against his boxers. “James, I…couldn’t help it, I was so desperate I just…” her sentence was cut short as he suddenly pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers. She felt the electricity course through her body and gasped as his hands suddenly gripped around her bum. She let herself melt against him, feeling his cock poking against her as he intensely kissed her. She had no idea what had gotten into him, all she knew was all thoughts of embarrassment had melted away. When he pulled away from the kiss she looked at him and saw the desire burning in his eyes. “What was that about?”. She moaned softly. “What happened just now….what….what you just did, I saw it, and….I don’t know why, I don’t care why, I just know that watching you do that was so goddamn hot, I can’t stop thinking about it”. Her mouth fell open in disbelief. She had no idea he had been watching. She was worried about the stuff beforehand let alone him actually seeing her peeing herself. But more to the point, had he just said he found it…hot?”. She wasn’t sure what that meant; the only thing that mattered was that he wasn’t disgusted by what happened. “I…I don’t understan…”.  Again she was cut short by him pulling in for another kiss. She allowed herself to fall under his spell and gasped when she suddenly felt his fingers gently stroking against her pussy. For a few moments he softly teased her and then his hand pulled at the waistband of her knickers, slowly sliding inside. She whimpered as his fingers slipped inside her. She grabbed his arm before he went too far. “Hang on, let me take these off” she moaned, going to pull off her knickers, she was aware they were soaked in pee and didn’t want him to be grossed out. Before she could he stopped her and smirked. “No, I want you to keep them on, they look sexy”. Before she could respond he pushed her back under the running water and resumed their kiss. His hand found its way back into her knickers and she moaned as his fingers found her clit. The pleasure began to take over as his fingers danced across her clit and all other thoughts and worries evaporated from her mind. Instinctively her hand reached out and grabbed his cock through his wet boxers, pulling it free and stroking it in rhythm with his strokes on her clit. It didn’t take long before he was groaning in pleasure and she felt his cock pulsating in her fingers as he came all over them. She was surprised how quickly he had cum, he must have been really turned on. She moaned loudly as his fingers intensified their stroking on her clit and soon she followed suit, screaming in ecstasy as her pussy exploded with orgasm. Her knees buckled and she collapsed against him, trembling and whimpering as pleasure coursed through her body.  “Oh…my….god….that…felt….amazing” she moaned through sharp breaths. When the waves of pleasure had died down she went to stand up and go past him when he suddenly pushed her hard against the wall. She looked up at him and went weak when she saw his devilish smirk and in a quick motion he pulled her towards him under the running water and growled. “Where do you think you are going? I am not done with you yet” ----------------- Alex flopped onto the bed and snuggled under the duvet. Moments later James came through the bedroom door holding two cups of tea. She certainly needed a drink after that. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into him tonight but that was the best sex they had ever had. She had lost count of how many times he had made her cum. He put the cups on the bedside table and flopped down next to her. She snuggled into him and laid her head on his chest. As she laid there curiosity got the better of her. “You know before when you said you had found what I did hot? What did you mean?”. She looked up at him and found him deep in thought.  “I don’t know really, just, seeing the way you were acting in the lift and seeing you slowly lose control like you were, I found it…arousing. Then when I saw you standing there in the shower, just something about seeing you peeing through your knickers and all down your legs just stirred something in me, can’t explain what but damn it was sexy. She thought for a moment then whispered “well maybe we will have to do some research into this and find out”. His eyes widened slightly and he smirked. “Well that does sound like a fun idea, I’m sure one way or another we can get to the bottom of this”. She giggled and laid her head back on his chest. She had no clue why it had turned him on so much, all she knew was she had certainly enjoyed his response to it. Perhaps they had found a new thing to add to their ever growing list of fun kinky stuff to try out. They always did enjoy experimenting. It might not have been the sexy surprise she had planned but it had certainly awakened something in her man and she was sure they would have lots of fun figuring out what it was.  The End.
————————————————————— Hello everyone, I’ve been working on this story for a few days and realized that I’m going to make it a two-parter because I feel that it’s a bit long. But also because the second part is a little more sexually explicit and wanted to know if folks would want to read it — I know some prefer wetting with seldom sexually explicit behaviors and others who do prefer it outright — so I’ve decided to leave it out until folks actually do look forward to reading more. Moreover, delaying the second part allows me more time to detail its content, which will inextricably make it even longer — but, hey, the more detail, the better. The details will focus mostly on explicating, to the best of my knowledge and empathy, the internal sensations of the characters. Thanking for clicking on and reading this story. I hope you enjoy it. Edit history: fixing missed typos and/or contradictions. —HG P.S. Of course, I was super desperate while writing this, why wouldn’t I be? I made sure to pull up a chair into the bathtub, sit down and wonderfully release it all into my black leggings! *Wink**Wink*————————————————————— Rush or Gush Riley and Taylor burst out of their car. Riley recklessly discarded it halfway in the driveway and halfway on the front lawn of their home, leaving behind her driver’s door swung wide open. Taylor sprints the front door and struggles to yank the keys from her pocket, her right hand wrangling with the tight entry of her front right pocket. She advantageously positions herself — leaning her left body against the door frame — to guarantee her first entry upon the door flying open, imminently. She, extremely desperate for a pee, nervously fiddles with her bundle of keys chained together, looking for the key to ultimately relieve herself inside. She presses her petite thighs together and hops a light march in place; her washed, skintight light-blue jeans audibly swishing out from the friction between her thighs. Riley, upon noticing Taylor’s shrewd maneuvers, thrusts Taylor aside right-wards, stealing her place— “Get out of the way, you’re blocking the lock so I can open the door!”, Taylor throwing attitude at her. “What, so that you can get to the toilet first—I see the trick you’re pulling!”, Riley mocks, thinking she’s got her all figured out. “H-He—Move. Out. Of. TheeeEEE.. WAY!”, Taylor slamming and raising her voice into Riley at the front door with every word, the last of which she harshly shoves her elbow hard into her right side, pushing her aside, leftwards, and out of the way, regaining her ground. Riley, thrusted into an imbalance and about to tip over falling onto her left, swiftly shifts her right leg behind her left, as if to achieve a supportive lunge and catch her balance, instead bumps it into her left leg and tips over, quickly twisting her back to the momentum of the fall, fear-dribbling a leak mid-flight on the way down. She gasps a sharp puff of air through teeth as her butt plops itself harshly onto the concrete, the latter transferring her butt-force momentum back into her pelvis whilst the momentum of her rib cage comes springing downwards simultaneously against the bloated bladder lodged therein, causing her tender belly to protrude anteriorly: it forcefully squirts out her panty-less opening a hissy stream of piss through the fabric of her light-grey leggings; its stream so swift it goes right through the fabric and audibly sprays the concrete with a forward hose-like spatter, out from between her spread slim thighs. She swiftly stoops her head and, lifting her white shirt slightly — exposing her pale yet red-tinged swollen waist — to clearly glance below, dropping her jaw at the sudden and uncontrollable flood of warmth following her hard squirt engross the sides of her crotch, unable to close her flood gates as she so desperately tried. She feels her warmth slow down, through her half-flexed sphincter, to an erratic flow of urination while she tried to cease it, growing from the tiny wet patch the hard-squirt shot therefrom into a shiny dark pad-sized splotch painted over her crotch, subtly flowing upwards just short of her bare-shaven pubic bone while it flows down into her butthole and crack, and slightly outwards down the inseams of her upper thighs. Her yellow stream visibly flowing out of her dark splotch-covered crotch like the weak stream of a water fountain spout barely flowing and dribbling back on itself. The concrete below her accepts the contents of her glittering gooch, darkening a basketball-wide circular pool of bright yellow beneath her pelvis. Riley, shocked by the jolt of the fall and, upon realizing she’s letting out too much in her confounding, snaps back and forcefully ceases her urination, hurting her urethra as it burns at the base and angrily exclaims: “Taylor, you made me damn pee myself, what the hell?!?!” “Hey! I told you to get out of the way—you were in the way of opening the fuckin’ door! You get what you get!”, she mockingly sneers while arms in a cross. She quickly forgets her, focusing her attention onto the locked door. She distinguishes her key, frantically and uncoordinatedly smashing the tip of the key in the periphery of the hole before shoving it in precisely, turning it open. Riley, frustrated by her remarks, swiftly thrusts herself forward with her arms — feeling the cool outside air rush into her soaked-hot crotch and buttocks — bolts into Taylor, slamming her against the door and simultaneously swinging it open with her force, sprinting towards the bathroom. Her behind dons a large dark circular splotch fully encompassing both her crescents up to the mouth of her crack. Taylor is shoved into the doorknob, taken aback and caught off-guard by Riley’s frustrated efforts, impaling her behind forcefully into the doorknob: the pain of which jolts her aching bladder in an unwelcome shock and she releases a considerable spurt into her pad — too fast for absorption as it bursts out the sides and into her dark-pink lace panties. She tugs her crotch upwards at her pubic area with her left hand, stooping her head forwards for a glance, witnessing the blue patch at the apex between her upper thighs contrasting with the dry light-blue. “What the.. fff—UGH!, that b—RILEY!. Okay, two can play at this game—“, she angrily mutters through her grinding teeth. Taylor regains her balance, harshly chucks her keys at Riley’s jiggling wet butt cheeks as target practice, but misses while chasing behind her towards the bathroom. Riley makes it to the bathroom first, quickly turning around to smash its door shut, but fails as Taylor prevents its closing with the right foot she stretches between it and the door frame, catching her white Converse in the midst of her hard slam. “AH!!”, she cries out, the pain once again jolting her bladder into a frenzy: it forces aloud and out of her another spurt, hissing into her pad, warming her crotch and leaking out into her panties and jeans. She feels her warmth slip down the inseams of her upper thighs and flow backwards into her butthole. She gasps at Riley: “UGH, you made me pee.. AGAIN!—“ “That’s what you fucking get!”, Riley mockingly and maniacally laughs in her face through the slightly opened door. She twists her neck back to the right, glancing at the toilet, and quickly thrusts her fingers into the waist of her leggings ready to drop them while push her body against the door, but carelessly relinquishes some of her pushing force. Taylor harshly shoves, using the weight of the right side of her body, into her through the door she thought she effectively defended. Catching her off-guard, Riley is shoved, her right side thrusted towards the sink and she quickly twisting herself to land on her backside, the force her movement loosening her sphincter and she lightly dribbles pee into her leggings once again, feeling her warm pee drops slip down her skin under her cool-wet upper-thigh inseams, a few drops dripping out and below onto her black shoes and the light-blue-tiled floor. She flails her arms backwards in a semi-windmill fashion whilst tipping and walking backwards on her heels, the sink behind her catching her soaked, slippery butt — she now dribbling drops of pee into the sink, instead. Her arms slam backwards into the wall behind her and back into the mirror, catching her balance. Feeling her loose sphincter, she quickly shoves her left hand into her crotch, massaging away her dribbling self. Taylor stretches her legs for the toilet, about to turn around to sit down as Riley leaps off the sink and forwards her right leg in a stretch in front her, causing her to trip forward. Taylor, losing her balance lets go of her sphincter. She feels her pee rush into her urethra, but forcefully shuts herself closed whilst throwing her arms in front to mount against the wall, to the righthand side of the toilet, catching herself out of her stumble. She feels whatever leaked slip down and dribble out of her opening: another soft warmth into her pad, this time fully absorbing it. Riley flings her body forward behind Taylor’s balancing stance, but is swiftly pushed out of the way by Taylor’s backward falling movement, as she maneuvers herself onto the toilet, harshly plopping her buttocks onto the toilet seat, it banging loudly as if sheets of porcelain tiles clacked together. This plop jolts her pelvis into her bladder, coupled with her hunching forward and the tight-buttoned-waist of her jeans squeezing on her belly, forces out of her another squirt into her pad, partially absorbing it and the rest through her panties and into her jeans — she feels her crotch and butthole grow warm once again. A few drops leak through her jeans and tinkle into the toilet water below. Taylor, having successfully plopping her herself onto the toilet, rushes for her jeans button in order to ultimately slide everything down in one go beneath her, and finish into the toilet bowl what she prematurely started. Riley moans in an arpeggio, stuttering: “uuUUHHHhhhh, f-fffuck!..”, she glaring desperately at Taylor’s success whilst her bladder expands in her belly. She bites the left corner of her bottom lip whilst thrusting her clasped hands into her soaked crotch, her sphincter twitching and her skin quivering in proportion as she feels the warmth of her soaked throbbing and aching crotch. Taylor looks at her grinning, mockingly, and purposely slows her unfastening to a pace she can manage just to toy with her. Riley, feeling her bladder bloat and her belly expand slightly as she fights the contractions to pee, uses her left hand smothered between her right and crotch to finger herself through her leggings in order to quell urge, but it persists. She inserts her middle- and ring-fingers through her leggings into her opening, tugging on herself upwards repeatedly, yet it only continues to grow. She starts hyperventilating, worrying about her imminent release, and moans with every exhalation, picking up and up as her pee draws nearer and nearer to release. She casts her left knee over her right, frantically holding her pee back at her very brink, bobbing up and down at her knees. But her urge continues on, pressing against her sphincter relentlessly. “Ooooo... stop! Hurry and go!”, she desperately moans at Taylor, panting. She presses her thighs tighter, squishing the hands smothered against her twitching crotch tightly, folding the palms of her hands and shivers violently. She keeps her thighs tightly in place as goosebumps travel down her arms, but as her bursting bladder urges on, her thighs start to twitch: her muscles tiring in their prolonged flex, but she nevertheless forces them to stay tight. “Nah, I think I’m going to draw this out..”, Taylor slyly remarks, curving a maniacal smile out the left corner of her lip and glares with eyes of fiery intent. “Oooo! Taylor.. please.. ple—AOooo!”, Riley begs with a moan, then squeals when she feels her restless bladder contract harder, sending shots of pain into her right side whilst she feels a few drops of pee slipping past her tightened sphincter into the slippery, sweaty hot jungle her hands are quarantining between her tiring thighs. Riley tightly squeezes her eyes and shows her clenching teeth as she gives her all to keep leakage to just those mere drops. She purses her lips, trying to control her breathing, but quickly abandons her strategy, flinging wide her jaw and gasping in air, pausing and stifling her exhaling sighs in a reckless and erratic manner; whilst throwing her right leg in a twist over her left, maintaining her hands, and bending at her left knee up and down. However, all to no neither avail nor relief, as suddenly she feels her belly bloat against her tender abdomen and tiring sphincter twitch profusely. Her gaping mouth picking up her breathe with faster and faster gasps of air sucking through teeth, she holds her breathe in, whilst the veins in her neck protrude, as her contracting bladder pushes its pee to the very edge of her weakening hold.. a little dribble pushes through.. and a little more—she gushes her exhalation out in growling groan: “OOOOOoooghghhh! TAYLOR, PL—EASE! PL—“, her begging cut by her stifled inhalation, followed by a stifled exhaling sigh of struggle, breathing paradoxically: UH—*gasp*—UH—*gasp*—UH—*gasp*—OOOoooo! GET UP, NOW, PLEASE, G-GET.. SO I CAN QUICKLY PEE—UH—*gasps*—I.. I.. C-C-Can’t..”, Riley’s breathe trembling, her face turning red, breaking a sweat, and her body shaking tremendously whilst her arms shaking forcefully into her pulsatile leaking crotch. Taylor stares at her in anticipatory silence and wide-eyed, then still toys with her: “That’s right, suffer, that’s what you get for being a little impatient b—“ “mmmmmMmMmMMMMM” — Riley’s desperate humming gradually louder and louder as her pee burningly presses past her hold — AAAAAOOoOOOooOoo!”, Riley belches in a squeal from her hunched position, loud enough to cut her off and shut her up, following with a very sharp-pitched forceful hiss exploding into her smothered hands, it quickly lowers in pitch, garbling, as her hands hold enough hot pee in her crotch to form a sizable puddle therein, then burbles out from between her fingers and audibly sloshes down against the skin of her thighs under the swift dark glow of her leggings, loudly splashing onto her black shoes and the tiled-floor below, spatters drops far enough onto Taylor’s jean cuffs. “U-U-Uh—UHHHHhhh!”, she stifles out of her mouth as her chest twitches profusely while a nigh-orgasmic release of pee gushes out of her opening; she bends upright and raises her flushed face upwards into the air, her jaw flung open and lips twitching while her eyes closed and head tilted back into her cervical spine. She stands there, her clasped hands frozen in place against her exploding crotch; her left arm, then right knee, and combination of other limbs, sequentially and uncontrollably twitch, cascading all manner of goosebumps across her body as her forceful yellow piss pleasurable gushes out from between her slippery hot hands. She feels light-headed and her knees grow weak, almost wanting to drop down them whilst unloading her bursting yellow piss out of her. Her pee utterly explodes everywhere: loudly hissing out in a strong yellow stream from between her slippery fingers, flooding upwards and covering her bare-shaven pubic skin with a smothering of hot piss, her pee audibly sloshing around in her crotch when she slightly adjusts her hands, the soaked fabric cleaving to and separating from, in alternation, her tingling hot skin in an ear-quivering suction; audibly burbling out from her pressed-palms into her upper-thigh inseams, whilst exploding latterly towards her hips to the front of her twitching upper thighs, cascading down across them; sloshing down her inner thighs in an eye-dazzling glow of yellow, trickling in a swoosh out the cuffs of her leggings and down her ankles, and into the rapidly growing bright yellow splashed puddle on the floor; whilst seeping into and engulfing the innards of her shoes, turning her white socks into an opaque tinge of pink and yellow transparency; pooling her soles a satisfying puddle of warm pee, sloshing between her wiggling slippery toes therein, peeing forced out the sides of her shoes in a shine thereby. Her pee is simply splashing and spattering everywhere with jetted chaos. Simultaneously, her cupped hands forcefully guide her flow to her back, filling the crevice of her butthole entirely with hot pee, then traveling up her crack in a glorious shine all the way to mouth of her crack, spilling over onto the roof of her crescent butt cheeks and slipping down across it in waves of pee. Her pee rushing out her perineum, laterally across and under the crescent of her butt cheeks, flowing further laterally and around her lower hips and cascade down the sides of twitching slim thighs, connecting her posterior flood to the anterior darkening flood. The rest of her pee gushes down the back of her thighs and knees — half through the fabric and half streaming along it — falling on to her small calves until it, too, is smothered over by her downward dark flow, pee spreading laterally therein and once again meeting the anterior dark-flowing stream flowing down from her front thighs. Her desperation and release so strong she soaks the entire circumference of her leggings with a soothing continuous shine of piss: a water-slide of smooth hot pee slipping between her milk-tea skin and leggings, with the exception of the upper waist portion of her leggings. She felt as though her bottom half stepped into a nice, hot jacuzzi. Though her bottom half already totally engulfed in hot pee, she nevertheless had less than half left in her — her bladder having possessed a gargantuan capacity for retaining pee. “Pee, little baby, pee your pants”, Taylor toys with her, but also naughtily sneers. Riley opens her eyes and fixes her face towards her, glaring with eyes of revenge. A sudden idea crosses her mind. She let’s go of her flooding crotch, her hands scattering its drops of pee about, and swiftly walks over to Taylor sitting on the toilet, trailing her steadily-dwindling pissing self across the floor and splashing and spattering along the way.. Edited May 1, 2022 by HissGenerator (see edit history)
Here is the second part: ———————————————————— “U-uhhhhooo, you’re so.. fuckin’.. soaked.. mmmm..”, Taylor pleasurably sighing, feeling a tingle creep up and emerge from the deepest part of her at the sight and empathy of Riley’s shining thighs. Her soaked crotch beckoning at her to be held, and she obliging her so with her right hand against her steadily slowing flow, feeling her warmth oozingly dribble and settle into the palm of her hand, tinkling through her fingers, gently settling on the back of her hand, drip-dropping before her eyes, then gliding down her wrist and forearm, lightly streaming her yellow warmth into the elbow pressed into her right lap. She feels her front right thigh warm up, Riley’s piss forming a moat of darkness that subtly seeps and spreads in a circular emanation out from beneath her elbow resting on her right thigh. Riley lolls her head, bending it back into her cervical spine and releasing her jaw: letting out a soft pleasurable moan then muffling it through bitten bottom lips. She feels the warmth of Taylor’s pressing hand transfer through her running leggings and convect heat into her tingling dribbling crotch, irradiating rolls of goosebumps therefrom up to her pubic area, waist, and chest, further hardening her already hardened nipples. Her shoulder shivers with a twist, jerking uncontrollably and causing a paresthesia of tingles to emerge from the small of her spine, up across the nape of her neck and stand the hairs on the back of her head. Facing Taylor, and now weak in the knees, she spreads her dribbling thighs open and limply plops herself forward onto her. Taylor immediately feels her upper thighs warm up as her pressing soaked leggings transfer the heat of its tender skin and piss deep into her light-blue jeans. “Ahhh! Wait, no, you’re getting get me more wet—“, she astoundingly lets out. “I don’t fuckin’ care”, Riley giggling. She wraps her arms around Taylor, smothering her in a tight hug, and mumbles a pleasurable moan over into her left ear when she feels Taylor’s body press against her. Her crotch presses against Taylor’s hands, trapping and forcing them into place between her soaking crotch and Taylor’s belly. “Ooooohiimmmmmmm..”, Riley moans as she relinquishes the rest of her nigh-empty bladder, her torso shivers and goosebumps roll down the nape of her neck and spine. Her eyes daze below, eyelids droop, and rests her chin on Taylor left shoulder in relief. “Wait, wait, please.. you’re gonna—*long gasp*—Oh my, you’re.. you’re peeing on my hands.. —Uhhh-h-h-hhhh..”, Taylor’s sigh hitches, after acquiescing to her predicament, feeling the creep of her tingle emerge stronger out of her crotch as she feels her trapped hands feel Riley’s warm glow slowly flow out of her crotch, overriding her protest and placing a tight knot beneath her sternum: her heart excites and chest straitens. Riley, notices her acquiescence, and releases her tightened hug: “Oooooggghhh!, you’re so fucking hot, you know that? I thought this’d annoy you.. damn it..” She, floored by Taylor’s accepting nature, quickly covers her with neck-tantalizing smooches, spruced with occasional pecking nibbles, upon the left side of her neck.  Taylor feels her sensitive skin irradiate waves of goosebumps down her torso therefrom, ringing her below, she feels herself thicken. Meanwhile Riley slides her slippery right hand up to her right breast — smearing her wet hands up her torso and Taylor feeling the coolness of that smudged wetness evaporating off her tenderness — and yanking her pink bra upwards dislodging her right breast, fondling it; whilst caressing beneath her shirt her lumbar spine up to the small of her back with the four fingers of her left hand. “Mmmm..” — Taylor softly moans into her closed lips and out her nose, her head dizzyingly lolling back and she struggling to speak — “..I n-need to pee, Riles, l-let.. let me p-p-pee and then www-we can continue—“, Taylor attempting to stop her, placing her right hand between Riley’s breasts and lightly pushing her away, but Riley pushes back in closer and interrupts into the side of her neck: “What, you’re already wet — I’m literally soaking you’re jeans as we speak, I can even hear some of it fall into the toilet bowl now”, to which Taylor abandons her pushing resistance, mesmerized by her soft, wet lips sending tingles into her crotch. Riley resuming, re-attaching her lips onto her sensitive neck, Taylor feeling its tingling resuming its ringing bells in her crotch. “Uhoo.. Uhoo, Uhoo.. Uhhhhhmmm..”, — she releases repetitive faint moans followed by a heavily exhaled sign, gradually muffled behind closing lips, then continues — “..mmmm.. I—*sigh*.. I—*sigh*.. *gasp, brief pause, release:* uhh.. *deep inhale, deep exhale:* ooooohhhmmmm.. fiinnnnemmmm..”, Taylor hardly able to output a coherent word in the sea of moans Riley teases out of her enflamed chest while fondling her breasts beneath her shirt, Taylor acquiescing once again. Taylor responsively tightens her cupping against Riley’s crotch over her wet leggings, her fingers superficially grappling her penetrative entrance as a pivoting hook for effectively rubbing down her palm into her hood and repetitively clamping her hand like one who gestures: ‘come closer’ with all four fingers. Riley cutely squeals, feeling her crotch approve of the maneuver whilst finishing the minute remnants of her bladder. Taylor feels Riley’s crotch pucker three times in the palm of her hand, she tightening her sphincter as the last few drops willingly ooze out of her, then feels her crotch expand as she forces out any remaining drops left behind. Her crotch finally quivers with satisfying completion and Riley’s body violently shivers thereby in an upwards sequential fashion. She can’t help but cutely giggle then lets out a relieving sigh, pleasurably squirming her supple waist and hips into Taylor with ecstatic accomplishment whilst biting on the whole of her bottom lip, releasing them in a fling and imprinting them with teeth marks. Taylor lips slightly open, hovering, as she feels Riley’s piss-soaked leggings transfer her warmth onto the skin of her thighs and her drops of pee slip down beneath her jeans into her inner thighs and to the back of them, drip-dropping into the toilet water below: “bloop.. bloop.. bleep, bloop.. bloop..” Her skin so tender and sensitive, privying her to the minutest of sensations, even down to Riley’s remaining drops of pee sliding down her legs. Merely recognizing the reality of Riley’s relief unloaded onto her sensitive thighs hitches her breath as her chest bursts aflame, convecting its heat down her waist and engorging her crotch with a tantalizing expansion. Her bladder tingles for release, but it only floors her further with smothering tingles below her bladder. Taylor presses the palm of her hand into her, massaging in circles her freshly soaked warm crotch through her leggings, keeping her engorged, tender skin warm despite the absence of warm pee, she letting out another soft pleasurable squeal burst through her smooching lips into Taylor’s throat while snogging it. Riley forsakes her breasts and caressing her sensitive tender belly. She dips two fingers under her buttons jeans waist, teasing and sliding those fingers along her fragile waist, then meets back at her jeans button and unbuttons — which Taylor forgot to do so when she was so mesmerized by Riley’s explosive incontinence just moments ago. She twists her wrist so that her palm cups her tender bare skin, pointing her fingers downwards towards the hood yearning to be petted. Taylor, squints her eyes at Riley’s teasing tension and bites her button lower lips, holding back her moan. Riley continues, slowly teasing her fingers, centimeter-by-centimeter, closer and closer to her glans, eventually reaching thus: sliding her warm right hand over her engorged hood, feeling her pulsating, soaked, warm and irradiating skin quiver at her touch and pucker, then subtly expand: yearning to be filled with her fingers, while the back of her hand presses against her wet puffy pad. Upon connecting with her hood, Taylor’s eyelids limp, drooping as if high on weed, and head fully lolls back. Her jaw uncontrollably gapes open, bottom right lip twitches: she is unable to properly exhale her breathe, hitching and stifled as her chest nigh paradoxically respires, hardly letting out a continuous moan but hiccups of a sort. As Riley teasingly glides her hand further below and over her entrance, she gently pushes the heel of her palm into her enflamed hood then slips her slippery middle- and ring-fingers into her and feels her innards profusely wet and lubricated. Taylor’s lolled head jerks forwards with indescribable pleasure and she belches out squealing moan through her gaping mouth into the air. Riley whispers in the most seductive and dirtiest manner into her left ear and exhaling her moist air therein: “UOhhhhmmmmhh.. you’re so FUCKIN’ warmmhh.. and so soaked for me.. hhhhooh.. but I want you flaming hhhot..”, — Riley uttering her desire through her teeth while nibbling on Taylor’s left earlobe — “..I want to fuck you covered in a slosh of your hot piss.. release, for me, babe.. release your hot slippery pee into my fingers..”, she utters increasingly naughtily and more seductively as her chest pounds in response to Taylor’s increased play with her crotch. Riley continues with her insertion, twirling her audibly-suctioning fingers inside her pulsatile throbbing skin, pressing the slippery heel of her palm press further against her, simultaneously gliding it up and down slowly with its petrissage. She caresses her tender belly with her left hand and presses her thumb into her bloated bladder. “Oooo!..” — Taylor yelps — “Mmmm.. pl-please—hmmyeahAH!”, trying to tell her something but a buckling uncontrollable moan interrupts. Nevertheless, Riley jams her thumb once again a little harder. “OOOooo!..” — she yelps louder — “..Riles, p-please.. wai—hmmmm.. *gasp and briefly holds.. then releases*: ohh.. ohh..”, she deeply draws out per exhale, and her eyelids stuck in their droop, as she feels her bladder tingle with the urge to pee and slowly expanding therein, sending goosebumps down the nape of her neck to the small of her back, and she consequently biting her bottom lips with her incisors, puckering her lips thereby. Riley’s enchantment slowly distracting Taylor’s kneading efforts on Riley. Simultaneously, her heart begins to pick up and the knot in her chest fasten tighter, hitching her deep breathes into a shallow inhalation followed by a longer exhalation, only exacerbating the knot in her chest. A convection of heat drifting down her pubic area and irradiates the air between her skin and Riley’s working hand. She instantly forgets what she was going to even say in her ecstasy of tingles, forcibly dropping her eyelids to a close, as if her crotch were a heavy dumbbell chained to her head, she feeling her head yearning to limp downwards and struggling to keep it afloat. Taylor runs her fingers up Riley’s waist, as best she can, feeling for the waist of her leggings, seeking to communicate her appreciation directly, slipping them down her soaked skin and pressing her rigid wall of right-hand fingers against her, gently gliding side-to-side. In response, Riley gradually picks up her pace, sucking on the right side of her throat and pressing her right hand further against her puffed skin. “Let go, babe, let.. go.. of.. your.. hot.. pee..”, she mutters a moist breathe, with every thumbing thrust into her belly, against her throat. Taylor’s breaths pick up further, her exhalation, too, now becoming shallow just as her inhalation, increasing in pace with every thrust of the thumb— “Ooooohh.. Ooooohh.. Mmmmmhh.. MMmmmhh.. hhMMMmmhh.. hhHMMMMMMM!!!— *loud, trembling gasp and holds breath, then bottled release* —U-U-U-UUURRRGHHHHH!!!”, she belches loudly with a stifled-stuttering groan, Riley having gradually worked her pace with both hands until Taylor’s tingling bladder became insurmountable, losing control of her sphincter.  She slouches against the toilet — pausing her hand on Riley’s surface — Taylor’s lips hover apart and the bottom left corner twitches, her hamstrings twitch and left leg jerks forward, then her torso shivering violently and nipples harden, sending goosebumps up her spine and to the back of her head, as her gushing pee bursts out of her urethra, vibrating out its opening, and sprays into Riley’s palm, sharply hissing and vibrating her hand. Audibly, it quickly begins to lower in pitch and garble in the growing slosh of hot dark yellow pee in her ringing crotch. “Ohhhhhhhmmmmm.. so.. fuckin’.. hot.. mmmm..”, Riley mutters while contorting her right hand in Taylor’s pants. She slips her left hand into her leggings and works herself with Taylor’s distracted, paused hand whilst thrusting her hips into Taylor gushing crotch. Taylor feels her throbbing skin only burst further into flames, her hot piss gushing and engulfing Riley’s hand and sloshing around while she works her, audibly producing suctioning noises as her fingers strenuously twirls inside her and her palm separates from her hood, whilst also producing suppressed fapping noises as her palm slaps into her when she contorts her hands in her sloshing crotch.  Taylor feels the tingle deep within her yearn to come out, gradually beckoning more and more for orgasmic release as her flooding piss, too, gradually spreads its warmth down her thighs. Pee utterly floods her buttocks, feeling as if she’s sitting on a seat warmer, and tinkles out chaotically and loudly splashes into the toilet water below her. Her jeans explode with glistening yellow darkness at the crotch, Riley’s hand exacerbating its spread, diverging pee into the upper-thigh inseams from beneath her twisting wrist, flowing horizontally towards the edge of the toilet seat and down her inner thighs, and to the sides of her knees. The darkness slowly spreading therefrom down her inner calves. Taylor shivers violently once again, her shoulders jerking with a pleasurable twist. She feels a rumble in her pubic area subtly boil up her lower waist and into her belly, sending tiny waves of contractions therein; then a convection of heat building and suffocating in her throat, slipping and irradiating up to her face and behind her ears; the hairs on the back of her head begin to raise, and paresthesia quickly ensues, followed by a wave of goosebumps down the nape of her neck, diverging at the small of her back: one wave down the lumbar of her spine then to her hips and the other to her underarms then medially across her breasts, hardening her nipples again. She can’t but help puff, expand and press her tingling chest forwards into Riley’s, as if in need of a back-arching stretch. Her shallow breath just short of hyperventilation, as her lower waist increasingly boils. She bites down hard on her bottoms lips and hardly can lift her eyelids, nor keep her head up. Her body beginning to ever-so-slightly tremble with ecstasy, Riley working her like a 9-to-5 job. Her trembling noticeably begins to come out, her lungs uncontrollably forcing out louder and louder moans and with faster and faster frequency: “HUH!, HUH!, HUH!, HUH!”, Taylor loudly moaning per exhale, hardly able to catch a breathe in. Riley, riled by her partner’s near boiling point, intentionally ramps up her contorting hand: she wants to her to explode — explode more than she just twenty minutes ago! Taylor continues moaning loudly and faster, trying to getting a word, past the quickly enveloping ecstasy that is engrossing her, to Riley to slow down, but seems to not be able get her throat to speak, it only capable of belching out trembling squealing moans. Taylor feels her tingle at the very brink of setting off like confetti in her crotch. She starts to squeeze her eyes and her face winces and puckers tightly as she reaches the end of her rope: Riley going to town on her maniacally and relentless as Taylor’s torso is uncontrollably trashing, her breasts almost painfully shaking, and her nipples so damn hard she doesn’t know how much harder they can get. Suddenly she feels the sparks of the confetti ignite in her crotch, her heart racing to an unfathomable degree and she finds herself struggling to breathe as her body tenses up all at once like one big puckering bodily seizure, and so utterly explodes as she squeals at the top of her lungs, hurting her throat. Meanwhile her crotch, which was steadily slowing in flow, gushes like a high-power pressure burst. Riley feels her piss sharply attack the palm of her hand, so she quickly uses both her hands to pull the front of pants down to her perineum, exposing Taylor’s pulsatile hard-squirting crotch expand with every gush of piss; it flies right into Riley’s shirt, loudly spattering into it and through to her skin like a squirting stream out of a hose audibly smacking the concrete, loudly putter-pattering into Riley’s chest. Riley receives Taylor’s orgasmic urinating squirt across her waist, some of it squirting hard enough to gush onto her breasts. Taylor keeps going and going until her squirt ends, exhausting her bladder, but her crotch continuing to orgasmically pucker a few more times and it stills. Taylor’s face is an absolute wreck: flustered bright red with veins protruding out both sides of her neck and breathily so heavily her chest considerably protrudes out anteriorly as she inhales. Riley, so fucking turned by the gushing orgasmic golden shower she just received, it hardly took any effort on her part to finish in her soaked leggings, orgasmically dribbling out a bit of pee having refilled anew since her last emptying. The bathroom an absolute mess and the floor puddled with pee, the cleanup appeared daunting. They forget about it for a moment and cuddled on the toilet seat together. Still floored by what they just experienced, Taylor and Riley mess around again, this time rolling around on their puddled floor, taking things a little bit slower until they both finish once again. “Fuck, what a cleanup”, says Taylor. “I don’t care”, Riley shakes her head, “This was so totally worth it!”
Summary: A female boating passenger is massively bursting and unable to find relief. Title: Isolated Desperation Content: desperation holding, bursting, frantic, fidgeting, crotch holding, can't hold it forever, transgender, spurting, accidental wetting, public urination, long urination, powerful stream Characters: 1. Daviya 2. Ginger-haired girl 3. Booth guy 4. Boat captain 5. Staysee Marshall Comments: This story is the only story not transferred over to omorashi.org and modified. As usual, it involves female desperation to urinate. There aren't water sports or kinks. And no sex. Plot: It was another butterly cold night in January 2022. As usual, Old Man Winters continued his reign of bitter cold served with a side of whipping winds. It was Janusry 2022 up in the northern latitudes and the temperatures already below 20°F. Currently it was past midnight on a Saturday morning and the night life still thrived, but at a much lower density. A few buildings, including hospitals, gas stations, some office high-rise buildings, and emergency first responders were open. The rest were closed or closing down. A good example were the bars and stadiums. It was 2 am and still people were trying to make it home. One such person was a 32-year old woman named Daviya Dorn. "Excuse me ... (panting and frantic) please .... wait (panting) ..." Daviya called out to a man behind a booth at the ferry port. She staggered with her hands stuck in her crotch. Daviya winced and writhed in pain while hunched forward. "Are you okay?" asked the man but Daviya immediately replied "Twenty-five bucks! Now give me a ticket NOW?". The man gave her the ticket and she continued down the corridor and to the ferry boat. "Uuuu-uuuuuuuu-uuuu!" Daviya whimpered. Once onboard, the boat began moving as she just arrived right on schedule. Daviya was coming from a night of heavy drinking and having a great time with her friends, and her boyfriend. She drank lost on water, soda, and alcohol with her friends and I mean LOTS. Her poor bladder and below were distended. From 5 pm to 1 am. She filled up on fried foods and liquids. She was now paying for it. She would have gone to the bathroom but the nearby bars and gas stations were surrounded by long queues that stretched for several blocks each. Some resorted to public displays of flashing or discreetly publicly emptying their bladders. But many were rounded up thanks to the new bill signed by the  governor. Police could now round up anyone doing the deed. In the past she would have done this but now was different. Not only that, but she wore several three layers of thermal wear underneath thick material plus a heavy winter coat. The only place to find for relief was the ferry boat. But she had to wait for a cab plus endure the car ride before 2 am. That is the last scheduled ferry ride before 7 am. Before she was severely bursting but now she was massively bursting. She winced as she hunched forward, hands in her crotch, gritting her teeth and clenching her muscles tight to hold back the impending flood. The last time she wet herself was as a 5-year during a road trip up north for camping with her parents. Back to the present. The ferry boat left the docks and began its 5 mile journey south towards Southern Dykerfield, the next town over. It was a rural town filled with greenery, some homes, and open fields. (It is sort of like upstate N.Y. above Westchester like Pearl River and Nanuet.). Averdawn City was a city island (like Manhattan). The ferry boat was packed with passengers inside the cabin and immediately outside. Daviya leaned against the outside wall of the cabin with her hands still wedged between her legs. "Damn it all. I had to have all those drinks like usual and end up like this. But now I'm not home. I'm still out over water." She was hating herself for overfilling her small bladder and not paying any attention to the consequences. Daviya wished the boat would move faster. It was an hour ride and she desperately had to urinate. She could barely move and had to go NOW. But as she entered the cabin she could see the inside packed with passengers and the long queue. She went over to a ginger-haired girl nearby and asked her "What is the long line for?". The ginger-haired girl, looking at Daviya like she had 20 heads, replied "These lines are for the bathrooms." "Okay thank you!" Daviya replied. She went back outside in the blustery frigid weather. Even after all she drank and wore, she still shivered. The cold threatened to make her wet herself. She strained big time to keep the exit hole shut. She desperately wanted to let it go anf not care if it flooded her pants. But she couldn't go home like that. Her poor bladder and urethra were screaming bloody murder non-stop and driving driving mind crazy. It sent signals that the pressure was way to great and still growing. But her will power hadn't fully withered yet. Daviya told herself to hang on. For the first 15 minutes, everything went smoothly as the boat kept approaching its destination. The queue was still huge but as time went, it did become smaller. It was filled with those coming from the football stadiums, professional wrestling stadiums, and bars. The men were relieving their bladders, bowels or hurling up booze. The women always took the longest. It seemed that everything was going as planned. Her need rose and no longer could she make her need to go subside. It was now an incessant and extremely powerful urge that only grew more intense. However, bad news began first with the bathrooms. There was a flood as one of the clogged toilets backed up and overflowed with .... human waste and stuffed toilet paper. Then, a couple of faucets failed to work. It only made things more stalled as it reduced the number of working toilets and sinks to use. Then, after another 5 minutes (total of 25 minutes of the whole ride) disaster struck. The engine stalled. Everyone felt a slight jerking motion followed by a metal clanking noise. Then, the captain spoke. "Greetings ladies and gentlemen. We are experiencing an engine failure due to the cold and must wait for another ferry boat to arrive. It will be an hour wait but we appreciate your patience." The cabin teemed with noises and comments for complaints. Inside was slightly less cold compared to outside but cold it was. They were stranded, cold, tired, and desperate. What a terrible morning for these passengers. Daviya cursed under her breath. "F***!". What is a person to do she wondered. Here she is on a ferry boat bursting like Armageddon is about to happen and now the boat is stuck. Daviya has to wait an hour. An hour more! Thus was nonsense. And then the drive home was another 1 hour since she lived a couple of miles south of South Dykerfield. And there was no telling if the next ferry boat had working toilets. Her poor aching bladder and urethra sounded off signals of critically high pressure and the need for relief asap! But what could she do? Where could she go? For the next 20 minutes she pee danced, sometimes crouching down, keeping her hands in crotch. She winced in pain fighting this one ever growing already massive wave of desperation that grew more intense by the minute. Worse off was the wind that whipped by and made her stagger nearly made her let a drop escape. She wasn't just battling the pressure inside her. She also battled the immense frigid temperatures. It was freezing and shivering didn't help. Her hands were numb and burning from the cold weather. She could barely hang onto herself with her almost-popsicle hands. At one point, her teeth were clattering. Her breathing was labored and her heart raced. All this from the weather and her need to urinate. After those twenty minutes she couldn't take it anymore. She had to do something. She made her decision and made it now. "I can't take it anymore. This is too much. I can't hold this!" She went over to the edge of the boat, still fighting the same incessant, unwavering ever-growing wave of desperation, and prepared to empty her bladder. She could feel her bladder contracting, forcing her urine upon her tortured exit hole. It just couldn't do it anymore. It needed relief. She proceeded to check both sides of herself and saw no one. Then, behind her to see that no one was looking. Luckily, the lights went out and it was dark. Some people had their cell phone flashlight apps but they weren't enough to see what she was doing. Then, she started to unbutton her pant button, but her fingers were so numb it was trouble. She couldn't properly undo it. Her heart raced even more as the pressure kept growing and her mind went massively frantic. "Comeoncomeoncomeon" she kept repeating in a strained voice. She kept fumbling with the button. Suddenly she froze. She gasped and her mouth hung open. She just let loose a small spurt of her urine. After a few seconds, she began more aggressively tugging at the button knowing full well time was up. The pressure was reaching critically gargantuan. Daviya was 1/3 the way to freedom. Next step came the zipper. She got it down halfway only for that to be stuck too. She tugged and tugged but to wouldn't budge. She tugged in several directions and tried to pull on the fabric that was stuck in the zipper. But nothing. She could barely hang onto the zipper handle due to the cold weather and the winds that threatened to knock her down. At one point she stepped back a few steps and spurted a drop. But she continued. But to avail. Finally her body gave way and her urethra couldn't take the pressure from her bladder and kidneys. Daviya began spurting jets of her urine. "Nononononononononononooo!" At last she was urinating into her thermal ware. She didn't ware underwear, boxers or a thong. She was just going, albeit not at full force since she did have some control. But it was waning. She put her hands inside to grab herself, tugging to make something come out. "Comeoncomeoncomeongetoutgetoutgetout!". After 20 seconds, she got it out and ponted it out to the bay. She let go completely and let it all out. Now she was urinating at full force. Her jet of urine was like that of water being shot out from a firehose. Daviya panted while trying to regain her breath and her heart still racing. The pure ecstasy of relief was too much as her legs shook and about to collapse down to the floor. The urine on impact with the water created a several ripples followed by steam vapors. For the next 3 minutes, she urinated like there was no tomorrow. Sadly even afterwards, she still urinated as her body was cranking out more fluids to be expelled. After 1.5 minutes, her stream diminished to trickling of drops into the water. Daviya's hands were so cold she just let her member drop and hang over her clothes. Her member still dripping into her thermals. She just stood there for 10 seconds before pulling up her pants. Daviya was still urinating drops into her clothes. Although she felt sticky and damp, right now it wasn't relevant. She was free from her pain and cold. She didnt care at all. It was now 2:56 am and still about half an hour more before another ferry boat comes. In case she had to go again again kept her pant open. She sat down on the ground outside the cabin so no one would see her. If she had stains on her jeans no one would notice. She waited for the next ferry boat to come in the meantime. At 2:17 am she had to go again. Her aching urethra needed relief again but it wasn't so bad so she chose to hold off. At last the next ferry boat came and she boarded it. The last of her trip lasted for until about 4 am. Between 3:25 am and 4 am, Daviya held it until after the boat ride docked. A lot of the passengers hogged up the bathrooms there too. But once she got off the ferry boat, she was met by her roommate Staysee Marshall. Staysee drove them home and there Daviya emptied her poor bladder for good. She showered and went to sleep not waking up until 2 pm later that day. She did the laundry for her clothes and from her time on the ferry bost to now she finally made the choice to not get so drunk and desperate again.
Jen sighed and squished her thick thighs together while driving her high-end Mercedes convertible rather fast towards her home. She glanced at herself in her rearview mirror. Her grey sports bra pushed up her large jiggly tits which were bouncing as she squirmed in agony. Her dirty blonde hair blew in the wind. She glanced down at her crotch. Her squirming legs were covered in a pair of grey gymshark leggings which hid her grey spandex like Victoria's secret thong. Below that was her shaved, trembling pussy that was desperate to pee! "Come on… come on!!!" Jen begged nobody in particular as she raced down the freeway towards her house. She had just gotten finished teaching her yoga class only to find out the toilets in her studio were broken! She watched as a couple of other ladies ran out of the class to burst alongside the building. Jen couldn’t fathom pissing in such a public place and figured she just could hold it till she got home. However, like most times she had overestimated her bladder and now sat bursting in her expensive car praying she didn’t make a mess. She cursed her daughter for her small bladder. After birthing her one and only kid eighteen years ago her bladder was never the same. She never had random leaking issues like other moms had but her bladder felt like it had shrunk multiple sizes! In college she was known as an iron bladder woman, holding pitchers of beer at a time in her gut, not breaking the seal till late in the night! Now she sat squirming like a little girl desperately trying to make it home after only a couple of hours and a bottle of water. As she pulled into her driveway she sighed in relief and jumped out of her car. As she stood up she was hit with a spasm. Jen gasped and grabbed herself tightly, doubling over and dancing in place. As the spasm faded she desperately looked around hoping nobody could see. Thankfully for her, nobody did. Jen quickly made her way to the door of her somewhat large single-family home. Jen's husband had divorced her right after the birth of their daughter. However, through a long and arduous court process, it was determined he had been cheating on her for years and funneling her money through fake bank accounts. So, now she had a fantastic in a nice part of town, a great car, plenty of money coming in as a result of the settlement and she only had to work a few days a week as a yoga instructor. At the current moment though Jen wasn’t looking at her fancy white runner carpet, her beautiful stainless steel kitchen, or her shiny hardwood floors. No, she was focused on not pissing everywhere. So she ran, hands planted on her pussy whispering "oh no oh no oh no oh no!!!" as she rushed towards her first-floor bathroom. She scurried through the halls, flung open the bathroom door, and was about to open the toilet when she gasped. There was tape on the toilet lid and a note. "Bathrooms are all broken! Plumber should be here in an hour - Dani" "Dani!!!!" Jen yelled dancing in place. Jen heard a couple of thuds down the stairs and then suddenly her daughter appeared in the doorway. Dani was a slender waisted, blonde girl who had a striking resemblance to her father. Light blue eyes, bleach blonde hair. However her assets she clearly got from her mom. A jiggly thick ass, very full and bouncy tits, and nice curvy legs. She stood in a tube top and jean shorts in the doorway, her hair up in a messy bun. "Oh good, you saw my note!" "What the fuck does this mean!?" Jen cried out starting to rub her crotch in need. She felt her piss brimming at the edge of her pee hole and needed a solution soon! "Toilets are all broke! The water is filled to the top. Plumber should be by soon." Dani said. "Did you not read the note?" "Yes, I read the fucking note!" Jen snapped "Jeez mom, what are you twelve, just hold it!" Dani chuckled before leaving her mom be. "God this is all your fault… if you hadn't come out of my fucking vagina I could hold my fucking piss!" Jen cursed to herself wincing Infront of the toilet. Relief was so close yet so far.  She glanced at the sink and shower. "If… if I pee there… no… Dani will know…" Frantically Jen thought she only had one other option. In her mind peeing in the sink or tub meant a cleanup process. A cleanup process meant Dani would know. If Dani knew she'd mock her mom. Simple logic… kinda. Call it pee-minded logic. No, instead of doing that Jen raced out towards her back patio. As she exited the nice glass door onto the wooden back deck and down into her fenced-off yard she pushed her thumbs into the hem of her leggings. She got near her gardening shed and was about to simply slip down her leggings and thong and burst piss into the grass below her when… "Hey, Neighbor!" "Oh fuck…." Jen's eyes went wide. She had just started to yank down her leggings, putting them halfway down her thick juicy ass. Quickly she ripped her leggings back up and turned towards her fence. A tall man was just walking up to say hi. He had a nice tidy beard, light gray eyes, an undercut haircut that clearly at one time was black but now had gray peaking through showing his age. His body was in wonderful shape and he wore a simple black tank top and tan cargo shorts. He slipped off his sunglasses and smiled at Jen. For a moment she simply viewed him as someone getting in the way of her pissing but in reality, she knew he was Mark, her sexy next-door neighbor who she had been wanting to flirt with for ages. Jen quickly turned to face Mark, her hands flying towards her back, clutching at her ass. Was it a very effective to hold your pee? No, but she was doing everything she could to hold back the flood without Mark knowing. Her thighs were pushed tightly together and she grabbed herself desperately from behind. "H-Hi Mark!" "Beautiful day out today! You just get back from class?" He asked wiping some sweat from his brow. "Y-yeah! Long day. Back-to-back classes you know…" Jen tried to continue the conversation but soon she was biting her lip and bouncing on the balls of her feet. She felt herself on the brink of losing control. "Nice! Nice… You know my boys are always telling me I should try yoga. Help destress after work…" Mark sighed leaning against the fence. *God why now! Ohhh Id love to try and get him into a private class with me but I need to pee!!!* "Oh yes! Yoga is so good at making you r-relax and…" *Gasp* In at moment Jen relaxed a bit too much and a spurt of piss rocketed into her thong. She straightened up and squeezed her thighs as much as possible together. After freezing for a second, her eyes wide, she stuttered back to her sentence "I-it just has so many benefits…" "I guess so! And what, with such a great instructor I'm sure I'd be able to get all those benefits…" Mark said with a warm smile. *is he… flirting with me? Fuck why now!!!* "I am one of the b-best…" Jen said smiling trying to keep everything under control. A moment later however she gasped again as another spurt of piss, this one longer, sprayed out from her tightly clenched pee hole. "Are you… okay? You seem tense?" Mark asked a bit puzzled. "Oh, I'm fine!" Jen fake laughed, waving her hand. "Just… pulled a muscle during my class. It's um… giving me c-cramps…" She sputtered out, another leak slipping from her grasp. "God that sucks… what muscle? I used to get all sorts of pulls in the military…" Mark asked trying to relate and keep the conversation going. Jen gasped again. Another spurt had rocketed out and she couldn’t stop it with sheer muscle alone. She shoved a hand to her crotch and rubbed, bending her knees inward. In a moment of quick thinking, she gasped out. "M-my crotch muscles um… I- split… I split a little too hard…" "O-Oh!" Mark was a bit stunned, watching Jen just openly rub her crotch Infront of him. *I mean she's… just massaging the muscles right?* "I must say I've… never pulled my crotch but a buddy of mine had… Sucked for him so… uh… Ice up I guess… sorry I can't be of more help…" Mark tried to offer up some help but he was more stunned and slowly getting hard just watching Jen squirm around. "I-I'm sure I'll be fine. I-I'm sorry it just… hurts so bad…" Jen managed to say before gasping as she lost it. She had waited too long and her muscles couldn’t hold any longer. Pee sprayed from her clenched pee hole and soaked through her soft thong, leaking and rolling down into her expensive leggings. In a flash of thinking, she leaned herself against the fence, very close to where Mark was on the fence and tried to pass off what was happening. She prayed he couldn’t see through the fence the mess that was going on. She moaned a little in relief. "Ohhhh god…" Piss continued to spray from her pussy absolutely devastating her thong and ruing her grey leggings. As Jen opened her eyes she met Marks who was simply bewildered. Thankfully for her, he couldn’t see a thing down below but he was visibly confused about her movement towards the fence and the moan. "A-are you okay?" "O-oh um yeah… s-sorry… I um… I just tried to stretch it out and….. God the relief I just got was… wonderful…" Jen sighed and then cringed a little realizing what was happening. Her piss was pooling in her expensive sneakers and the hot piss that had just splashed down her legs and was still streaking down into the grass was starting to cool on her legs. "Gotcha… well um… I better finish up out here and get dinner ready for the boys… maybe we could do a private session sometime… if you could clear up a crotch pull that fast I wonder what you could do for me!" Mark replied with a small smile. "I think… that would be wonderful!" Jen said happily. "You have a good night Jen." Mark turned and walked back to his house. On the way back his shook his head. "Man that girl might be a bit odd sometimes but she's fuckin hot!" As Mark left Jen sighed and leaned against the fence. She looked down and inspected the damage. Her leggings were soaked. Her trainers were flooded. She pulled the hem of her leggings and confirmed that her thong was absolutely flooded with piss. "Fuck sake…" Quickly she looked and saw Mark had gone inside and she made a beeline to the house. As she made her way inside she luckily was able to avoid Dani and get to her room to strip off her leggings and underwear. As she shed them and looked at herself in the mirror she thought *If you wanna get mark… you gotta learn to hold your piss better… this cannot happen again…* Little did she know this would be the first of many wet days ahead for Jen.
Part 1;  Emma’s Wet Walk Home The warm spring air hung still and calm as Emma made her weekly journey to her gymnastics class. The sun was beginning to draw itself towards the horizon and the people of the city were behaving similarly, most of the days work had been completed and people now went about their private business. A group of students were drinking beer outside of an expensive looking bar and she wondered how they could afford it, students loans, she thought to herself and began to ponder her monetary decisions as she was a student too and just as those drinking at the bar, she used her student loan to for unnecessaries too. The thought didn’t stick in her mind for long though as she was soon distracted by a car wildly revving it’s engine, she turned sharply to see where the noise had come from and suspected it was the blue Opel with the fake body kit, and in her mind she judged the sort of person who would own a car like that. A man with a small penis, she thought to herself with amusement and chuckled audibly. The gymnastics hall was now not far away, maybe another ten minutes and walking in the surprisingly warm evening air she was grateful she had not wrapped up warm.  Her outfit was decidedly simple and was chosen with comfort and freedom of movement in mind, it had occurred to her on many occasions that most of her outfits were chosen this way and she was comfortable with that. Tonight she was wearing her usual black tank top with a matching black sports bra underneath and a light long sleeved tunnel necked jacket above the tank top, her petite figure made such clothing appealing and she always thought this outfit suited her nicely. Her supple legs were encased by super soft black cotton leggings which clung tightly and fitted almost like a second skin and underneath her leggings she wore a pair of blue and white striped bikini briefs, which as she walked to the gymnasium, were giving her a slight wedgie. She contemplated discreetly trying to pick out the wedgie but decided against it, judging it was a little undignified to do so in such a public place, besides, nobody else but her knew, at least that’s what she thought, except that wasn’t entirely true as unbeknownst to her  she was displaying a noticeable pantyline, and anyone who chose to look would see her pert bum framed by thick lines on both sides.  The journey from home to the gymnasium was of a considerable distance and on foot it would often take a whole hour, but this was fine, she liked to walk and the sights and sounds of the city made the journey interesting. On one occasion she had used the cities tram system in an attempt to shorten the journey time, but it backfired when the tram she was travelling on encountered a mechanical problem and broke down, she was late to her class because of the broken tram and so vowed not to trust them again for this journey. But now she was on foot, gradually navigating the cities thoroughfares, following the same route she had used for the previous twelve weeks. She believed wholeheartedly that her route was the optimal route and would hear no detractions, but nonetheless, it was true that her route home was slightly different and a touch longer than her route to the gymnasium, but this was an adaption she had made after the second week and it was all because of her bladder.  Inevitably she drank a lot of water at her classes, quite often two litres or more over the course of the two hours and all this water had a catastrophic effect on her bladder. After her first class she had used the facilities at the gymnasium but they were dirty and unkept so she had vowed not to use them again and in the future, she decided she would hold on until she returned home. However, as she discovered after week two, this was a task her bladder was simply not strong enough for and she had come very close to having an accident and, were it not for a bar named the Stumble Inn and their relaxed policies regarding the use of their facilities, she would have undoubtedly wet herself before making it home. The Stumble Inn was around fifteen minutes walk from the gymnasium and she was glad it was no further because even at a distance of fifteen minutes she did not make it to the toilet with dry underwear and as she would discover, this would be the first of three occasions that she would arrive at the Stumble Inn in a similar state. On this first occasion she was surprised at just how quickly her desperation to pee had escalated, it seemed to her that one moment she was fine with just a small pressure leaning on her bladder and yet, mere moments later, she was fighting against a great force which was rapidly making holes in her defences and it was through these holes that warm urine dribbled into her underwear. She didn’t find this to be embarrassing however, as she understood the limits of the human anatomy and knew full well that she was not the first person of her age or sex to unintentionally pee in her underwear. She knew in fact, that her roommate Minttu, was prone to these small accidents. Minttu was not aware that she knew this, why would she, but Emma did know, because it was often Emma who sorted their laundry and every so often Emma would find Minttu’s underwear stained suspiciously yellow around the gusset. Of course, Emma would never dream of mentioning this fact to anyone, but it did give her some comfort in regard to her own little accidents. She thought on this for a while as she edged ever closer to the gymnasium and at last, she finally arrived at the gymnasium and away from prying eyes picked the wedgie from her bum which had been bothering her for a short while now and then continued through a long well lit corridor into the gymnasium itself. The room was large with an abundance of equipment dotted all around and a gaggle of girls were gathered in the far corner, she knew them all as they were all fellow university students and members of this gymnastics class. She left her backpack on a bench at the far left side of the room and then went to join her fellow students and as she did so she was greeted warmly. For a while the group chatted about school and other related matters but before too long their instructor called a start to the session and the room fell silent.  “You can do better than that” the class instructor blurted out in an insensitive way.  “I’m not strong enough, I just can’t pull myself that way” Emma protested. She was indeed trying hard but she wasn’t giving it everything as she was becoming tired and she was also mindful of not hurting herself by overexerting herself. But her instructor was not buying it and he knew she was holding back.  “Very well” he started patiently “you’ll try again next week and hopefully then you’ll feel stronger”. She felt a pang of disappointment as she heard the stinging words but she just smiled and walked away from the apparatus.  “I couldn’t manage it either” a comforting voice whispered in her ear, she didn’t bother replying and instead just smiled and carried on walking.  She sat on the bench where her backpack had been left two hours earlier and drained the water that remained in her water bottle. It was a one litre bottle and this was the second time she had drained the bottle since arriving at her class. She was bathed in sweat and her tight leggings were sticking to her thighs. Her muscles were burning and her eyes felt heavy but she felt better that it was time to go home and she felt a surge of joy when she realised that tomorrow was Saturday. It took some moments for her to summon the strength to stand up to begin her walk home and she exhaled as her legs took her slender body weight.  “I’ll see you all next week” Emma said cheerfully and all members of the group replied with their own goodbyes. She then heaved her backpack onto her shoulders and began her walk home.  She left the gymnasium and the cold night air hit her with gusto but she thought it was delightful, after two hours of hard gymnastics in an overly warm room the cool night air was a welcome relief and she sucked the air into her lungs and revelled in the freshness. This feeling did not last forever though and before long her clothes which were damp with sweat began to feel extremely cold and all of a sudden the walk home became quite unpleasant. Her bladder, full with water was also beginning to ache, this was normal after her gymnastics class and as usual she planned to stop at a particular bar which was in her route home. She always went to the bathroom in this bar after gymnastics because the toilets were clean and pleasant, which were in stark contrast to the gymnasiums bathrooms which were dirty and unkept and as she already knew, this bar allowed anyone off the street to use their facilities without buying a drink, a rare quality in a city where most bars expect the opposite.  Step after step she drew closer to her special bar and the relief of emptying her bladder. She was now in serious need of a toilet, her bladder was bulging and ached terribly with the weight of two litres of water. However, she was unworried, she knew her bar was now just down the street and she knew she would make it easily. She had done this walk a dozen times before and it invariably followed the same script so she was unworried when a small trickle of pee warmed a small area of her crotch, after all, this had happened a couple of times before and she considered it an irregular part of the script. The bar was now just a couple hundred metres away, she couldn’t see it but she knew it was there and she unconsciously quickened her pace. The people around her were a blur and her mind was focused solely on emptying her poor aching bladder.  Her heart jumped as the bar drew into view. Her bladder was aching with an unusual ferocity and she could feel that her crotch was warm and damp, she found it hard to tell if this was because of the trickle a few moments ago or if she had peed again into her underwear. It didn’t matter, she thought to herself, because the bar was just a handful of steps away.  Smiling at the thought of emptying her bladder she pressed her shoulder into the solid wooden door of the bars entrance, she pushed hard but the door wound not budge. She pushed again but as before the heavy door did not budge. She stepped back clamping her thighs together in the process and looked into the windows to see if there was any life inside. There was not. She looked again at the heavy door and noticed a laminated notice taped above a small pane of glass which said;  “Due to a COVID outbreak among the staff we will unfortunately be closed for the foreseeable future, we apologise for any inconvenience this may cause” Her heart sank. This was a totally unforeseen circumstances and she knew if an alternative bathroom could not be found very soon, she would undoubtedly wet herself. She spun around one hundred and eighty degrees looking for somewhere suitable to use a bathroom but nothing jumped out at her. Unsure of what to do and knowing she had to act swiftly or else her bladder would take matters into its own hands, she called her roommate.  The phone rang four times before she finally picked up.  “Do you know of anywhere I can go for a pee near the Stumble Inn?” She asked her roommate without so much as a hello.  “Not of the top of my head” her roommate replied giggling slightly “I’m not an encyclopaedia of public toilets”  She had to suppress a surge of anger at her roommates flippancy, this is no joking matter she thought to herself.  “Seriously, if I don’t find a toilet soon I’m going to piss myself” she said not bothering to hide the panic in here voice.  “I’m sorry but I don’t know that part of town so well, if you’re that desperate I’d just try and find a quiet alley or something and pop a squat”  Not a bad idea, she thought to herself.  “Okay. Well thanks anyway, I’ll see you when I get back” she replied as cheerfully as she was able.  “Good luck and if you come home with wet leggings I’ll know not to ask” her roommate replied comically.  She hung up and walked hurriedly in the direction of home.  Her plan now was to find a quiet spot to pop a squat, not the easiest thing to do in a major city but she couldn’t see many other alternatives. Just about every bar in the city insisted you buy a drink before using the facilities and she didn’t have her purse so she had no money, so as far as she could see she had two choices, pop a squat in a quiet place or wet herself. She knew she couldn’t make it home without her bladder failing completely, because it was already beginning to fail. Just minutes ago she had first felt the warmth against her crotch and at the time she had been unconcerned, but now, as the warmth crept over her crotch again she did begin to panic. She looked frantically for an alley but she could see nothing suitable. She felt like the wetness in her crotch was spreading but she was unsure if her mind was playing tricks on her.  On the left hand side she spotted a dash of green jutting out and breaking the monotone palette of the city and an idea struck her. It was a small park, not a particularly nice park but it was secluded enough she reckoned to empty her bladder privately and with some dignity. She hurried in the direction of the park, almost at a run now. Her heart was pounding, partly because of her panic stricken situation and partly because she was now running.  Her feet crunched the gravel as she entered the small green space and her eyes dashed in all directions looking for a good spot to empty her bladder. She was trembling with the effort it took to hold back the flood of water that had filled her bladder, but to her left she could see a small alcove covered by bushes on three sides and she figured that was as good as she was going to get. She hurried into the space and quickly scanned the gravel floor for any obstacles and as she found none, she took a deep breath and grabbed the waist band if her leggings.  She faced the only entrance to the alcove and carefully squatted with her bum a couple of inches from the gravelly floor below. The position was not very comfortable and it placed a great strain on her bladder and she was unconsciously already peeing before she had pulled her leggings down, it was not much but it was enough to dribble through her thin cotton underwear and soak into her heavier leggings below, at this she stood up and clamped her thighs shut to stem the flow. She then examined her leggings which were damp to the touch but were dry to the eye, next she pulled her leggings down slightly to inspect her knickers and as she already knew, they were warm, pissy and wet. She considered what she would do if she was spotted popping a squat and the thought was mortifying for her, it was not so much the act of peeing that she thought mortifying but the fact of being caught naked. So, she resolved to not be caught naked.  She squatted down for a second time and grabbing the waist of her leggings she pulled them down towards her ankles. She fiddled with her leggings for a few moments until she was certain they were well clear of any potential mishaps when she began to empty her beleaguered bladder. She was already trickling pee uncontrollably but now she took a deep breath and simply relaxed.  She was surprised just how long it took for her bladder to start releasing its contents, she had assumed that the moment she relaxed a great torrent would spray forth but that was not the case and instead nothing occurred except the already present trickle. But this was not the case for long and within a few moments an almost orgasmic feeling of relief washed over her as a great warm torrent flooded into her underwear.  She had decided not to remove her knickers for a couple of reasons, one of which was because of her fear of being caught naked and this was the greater reason but the other lesser reason was because, as she saw it, she had already peed in her underwear a not insignificant amount and so it made no difference if she peed in them some more, either way, she thought, I’m going home with wet knickers.  Her pee thundered and splashed into the gravel below and she had not adequately accounted for just how violent this would be and so she was forced to readjust her feet slightly so her shoes and leggings were in the firing line. The warm pee streamed through the thin blue and white cotton and because of how quickly she was peeing the wetness in her underwear was not spreading as far as she had originally anticipated but nonetheless, she could feel the warmth spreading to her bum. The beleaguered cotton that made up the crotch of her underwear could take no more and so her pee was now spraying through the material that rested at the base of her bum. She felt a calmness take over her and basked in the fantastic relief she was feeling. Her bladder was now almost empty and she gave herself a shake to release the last remaining drops from their hiding place. Underneath there was an ocean of pee streaming away into the soil and plants just a few feet away and she was now aware of cars whizzing by only a few metres away.  “I did it” she thought to herself.  Before leaving her alcove she used the sweatbands in her backpack to pat her knickers dry a little, she knew anyone who looked closely would see a suspicious wetness against her crotch and bum but she didn’t care, own it, she thought to herself. Her knickers were throughly soaked and the wet material clung to her ever more greatly now. But, after patting herself dry she then pulled her leggings back up to once again display her pert bum with the panty lines for which she was famous for amongst her friends, and with her bladder empty she left her alcove and began the long walk home.  It didn’t take long for her soaked knickers to become very cold against her delicate skin and she briefly regretted not removing the garment before urinating, but she hurried the thought out of her mind because she could not go back to make a different decision. She reminded herself that this was not the first time she had walked home with a cold wetness against her delicate area, only this time it was a larger area that was facing the cold wetness of her misfortune. Every so often she would unconsciously run her hand over her rear to check for any wetness that may be soaking through to her leggings and indeed, she could feel a protruding wetness against her fingers, but she didn’t believe it was enough to be noticeable to anyone who was not actively checking her out at close range. Nonetheless, her journey was uncomfortable and the wetness from her crotch was rubbing gently against her thighs and so she was chafing a little.  She had now been walking for ten minutes since leaving her alcove and her mind was accosted with a thought that she was missing something and she began to wrack her brain to discover what it was. It was almost five minutes later that it dawned on her that she forgotten to pick up her backpack and she had left it in her alcove. She cursed herself for being so incompetent and momentarily considered just leaving it there, there wasn’t much in it after all, a water bottle, some pissy sweatbands and a few hair clips and such like but, that wasn’t the point, she simply couldn’t afford to buy a new backpack, so she about turned and walked back to her alcove. Emma walked as quickly as she could and she made it back to the alcove in a little over ten minutes, and in her alcove there she found her puddle of now drying urine and her backpack. She checked the backpack to make sure everything was present and correct and with this verified, she hoisted the backpack onto her shoulders and for a second time, left her alcove. She turned right following the bushes on that side of the gravel pathway and in front of her was a young woman of maybe thirty years of age, Emma was startled for a moment but then smiled at the woman and she was intent at leaving it at that but the strange woman stopped Emma with a gentle hand and began speaking.  “Is that your backpack?” The stranger asked curiously.  “It is” Emma replied suspiciously, unsure of where this conversation was going.  “So” the stranger started, letting the word hang in the air for a moment “you were the one who urinated in that alcove about half an hour ago?” Her tone was not accusing but rather of curiosity. Emma blushed a deep red and struggled to find adequate words.  “Yes” she eventually blurted out unceremoniously.  “Okay” the stranger started gently “I saw you from my window over there, you see” Emma’s eyes followed the woman’s finger and was about to apologise but the woman cut her off. “We all get caught short at sometime or another, but in the future be more mindful of your surroundings” the woman stopped for a moment, seemingly to let her words of advice sink in, but she then continued “if I could see you, I’m sure other people could too and you don’t want that, do you?” The question was rhetorical so Emma didn’t respond and instead just started at her shoes.  “Although, I’ll give you credit for not exposing yourself in public” the woman said thoughtfully with her eyes fixed on Emma’s pissy crotch.  Emma did not know what to do with herself. She felt embarrassed and the stranger clearly picked up on this and tried to reassure her. “You’re not the first woman to pee outside and you’re certainly not the first pee in her underwear” she stopped for a moment to reminisce on her own close calls and accidents over the years “accidentally or otherwise” she continued “but it’s important to be aware of your surroundings, I say this not to embarrass you, we’ve all been there, but just let this be a soft lesson” the woman finished and smiled at Emma who did her best to smile back.  “I didn’t think for a second anyone could see me” Emma said innocently “if I thought for a second anyone could see me I’d have not went there” Emma wasn’t done yet but again she was cut off gently by the older woman. “You’d have not went there and instead wet yourself on the street?” The woman asked indignantly and tried to soften the words with a smile and then continued “as far as I’m concerned you made the better choice, but just not in the right place”  Emma considered that for a moment and figured the older woman was probably correct.  “Get yourself home and don’t worry, nobody can see you’ve peed in your underwear” the woman lied gently. Emma thanked the woman as politely as she could and with that both women went their separate ways.  Emma considered the woman’s words for the next ten minutes as she reached the spot where she had first realised she had forgotten her backpack. She felt embarrassed that she had been caught urinating outside but given the circumstances she felt relieved that she had made the decision to not remove her underwear, an uncomfortable and cold walk home was, she considered, to be a small price to pay to keep her dignity and not expose herself. For a while she kept replaying the moment she had scanned her alcove and wondered why it had not occurred to her that the apartments well above the ground would obviously have a view into the alcove, but she forced herself to forget this detail and told herself it was either that or wet herself in full view of the future various pedestrians and then she knew she had made the right decision.  She continued towards home with her underwear still sodden and cold but blissfully, the longer she walked the more she warmed up. It had now been over forty minutes since she had urinated in the alcove and she was still over half an hour from home, her journey had been heavily delayed and as she knew would happen, her bladder was rapidly filling. This happened each and every week, she would urinate in the Stumble Inn and then, sometime later, usually close to home, her bladder would again begin to roar fiercely and the last ten minutes or so would be a desperate dash to the sanctity of her bathroom. Each and every week she had made the desperate dash successfully, but, because of the various delays this evening she feared her desperate dash would be beginning much earlier than usual, as she was already feeling the weight of her bladder increasing.  She forced herself to think about something other than the events of the last hour or so in an attempt to take her mind of her ever filling bladder and soaking wet underwear, and instead, she thought about what she would do tomorrow. Tomorrow was Saturday and she crafted grand plans in her mind as to how she would best make use of the day and these thoughts allowed her to forget about her current situation for a good few minutes. But, before long she was snapped back to reality when her embattled bladder began to cry in pain.  Home felt like a lifetime away, but in reality it was only a twenty minute walk and she tried in vane to remind herself of this but it was to no use, her beleaguered mind would not accept the reality of the situation and was instead in disaster avoidance mode. The evening now felt tremendously cold and whilst the air was chilly, it was her sopping underwear that gave her the real chill. Her bum, thighs and crotch all felt chillingly cold and at one point, she discreetly rubbed her hand over the wet cotton crotch of her underwear and discerned that they had not dried at all, it was as if she had just peed in them moments ago. She was walking in a daze barely able to comprehend anything other than her need to pee, her head was swimming and she was devilishly distracted. She felt like her surroundings were unfamiliar but she paid this though no matter and carried on her way. She kept trudging forward, one foot after the other, her bladder crying in pain with every passing second. She felt like home was now close, maybe another five minutes, she thought to herself. To her right she spotted an ornately decorated apartment block and she marvelled that she had not seen it before, it was truly beautiful and she could not understand how she had not seen it before. It was then that it dawned on her, to her disbelief and indignation, she had been walking the wrong way.  In seconds she whipped out her phone to check her location on Google Maps and it quickly became apparent that she had been walking the wrong way for quite some time. She had unknowingly walked one kilometre off course and because of this, Google estimated it would now be a fifteen or twenty minute walk home. She cursed herself again. She about turned and began trudging in the now correct direction, but she was angry at herself, this diversion had cost her precious time and she had nothing to blame but herself. She was walking angrily and her strides were much longer than usual, her petite feet were hammering down into the pavement below, she was filled with a blind rage.  Her bladder ached, her head was swimming, she was exhausted from the gymnastics and the seemingly endless walking and she felt a certain oddness wash over her. It was a strange feeling and she pondered what it was that she was feeling, so she stopped to give it real thought. She stood motionless for a moment and then she felt it.  “My crotch is warm” she thought to herself.  It took her several moments to suspect what was happening and her suspicions were only confirmed after she ran her hand down the front of her leggings and grabbed a handful of a now warm, pissy crotch. A gentle dribble of warm urine passed through her fingers and soaked into her dark leggings below.  “Guess this is it then” she thought to herself.  But then it stopped.  Her hand was unmoved and she felt a pang of surprise when warm urine ceased to pass through her fingers. She had done nothing to stem the dribble and so she was unsure of why exactly it had ended, but she didn’t question it, she was exhausted and no matter what happened, she just wanted to get home.   She pressed onwards and to help ease her mind she donned her headphones and began listening to an audiobook. She had listened to this book before, it was a favourite and it was doing a marvellous job at distracting her from her bladder. Behind her she heard the familiar roar of a Diesel engine, it was a bus, the number twenty two. She shrugged. But then she realised, the twenty two was her saviour, as it would take her right to her front door.  She hailed the bus wildly and the driver dutifully brought the bus to a halt at the stop, she climbed aboard and rummaged for her purse and cursed herself again when she realised she did not have her purse or her bus card.  The driver saw a bedraggled but highly attractive young woman at the stop and he noticed she hailed him down in an exuberant manner, he brought the bus to a halt. She looked beautiful, he thought to himself wistfully as she stepped aboard his vehicle, but his wistfulness was checked as his nostrils were assaulted by the strong scent of urine. He looked over his shoulder to see who was urinating on his bus, but he had only one other passenger and he was sat right at the back without a care in the world. He looked his attractive young passenger up and down and noticed a wetness against her crotch and a short but noticeable streak of wetness down her left leg. She was rummaging for something in her backpack, her purse, he suspected correctly. He thought about what he should do, he did not want a passenger who was going to urinate all over his floor but on the other hand, the girl was clearly in some distress and was in urgent need of a toilet so he didn’t wish to turn her away.  “Where are you going?” He asked curiously.  The young woman blushed and stared back at him with big blue eyes, very attractive, he thought to himself again.  “I’m going to Rauhankatu” she answered swiftly “but I can’t find my bus card”  He considered her response for a moment. Rauhankatu was only three stops away, so she didn’t have long to hold on. He decided it was a risk worth taking.  “Hop on” the driver responded.  “Thank you so much” the young woman replied heartedly.  Emma took a seat at the middle of the bus so she was close to the exit door. She was overjoyed that the driver had let her onboard but she was nervous if he had noticed that she was wearing pissy underwear, but she convinced herself that that would be impossible.  The bus drove away sharply down the straight smooth road. The roads were quiet and she hoped nothing more would go wrong. She pondered the evenings events and chuckled to herself at just how bizarre this evening had become. The bus passed its first stop and she knew there was only one more stop before her own. Her legs were clenched together like a secure gate and as her crotch was again cold, she knew she had the situation under control. Then the bus lurched violently as it’s left wheel crashed into a pot hole and the bus vibrated viciously. The vibration went straight up Emmas bum and into her spine and then her crotch turned warm again.  Without a moments notice warm urine sprayed through her underwear and leggings and soaked into the fabric seat beneath her bum. Her right hand instinctively grabbed her crotch but all she could feel was a warm wet stream emanating from her leggings. She fought wildly to stem the tide but she could hear an audible dripping sound somewhere near her feet. In panic she pressed the stop button, she wanted off the bus.  “If I’m going to wet myself, I’m not going to ruin someone’s bus” she thought to herself. The bus screeched to a halt and she hurled herself to her feet and with an almighty will she managed to stem the flow of urine. As she walked urine was trickling down her legs and it was only as she got off the bus and heaved her thighs together tight that she contained the urine in her bladder. She looked around to see where she was and her eyes lit up, because she was home.  Emma ran into her apartment building and called the elevator, she lived on the eighth floor and did not feel like walking. The elevator was on the fourth floor when she called it and she cursed how long it was taking.  3 2 1 Then the doors jerked open and out stepped a young couple. Emma blushed and made out that she was holding the door open for them, but in reality she was trying to hide her wet leggings. The couple walked out of sight and Emma darted into the lift.  “Nearly there” she told herself audibly.  She was no longer urinating but she was still magnificently desperate.  2 3 4 5 6  “Hurry up you bitch” she audibly chided the ageing elevator.  7 8 She darted out the elevator with great speed and fumbled her keys into the door. She slammed the door behind her and hurriedly flicked off her shoes.  “How did it go?” Her roommate, Minttu shouted from her bedroom “did you wet yourself?” She asked in a playful tone.  “It’s all good” Emma replied swiftly but with as much good humour as she could muster “I’m going in the shower”  “No problem” Minttu replied evenly.  Then the bathroom door slammed shut.   Minttu paused her show and peered over her shoulder, she could just about see the hallway from where she was sitting and she spotted Emma’s backpack dumps in the corner. She didn’t think it unusual for Emma to go straight into the shower after her gymnastics class as that was her usual modus operandi but for some reason she felt it was different tonight. She thought back to Emma’s phone-call asking about bathrooms earlier in the evening and wondered what she had done to empty her bladder. Minttu knew about Emma’s struggles with her bladder after gymnastics, she knew very well, because she had found Emma’s pee stained knickers in their shared washing basket on couple of occasions. The first time was a chance find, she was depositing washing of her own when she had caught the scent of urine and after discerning the smell was not from her own laundry, she had fumbled around in the basket and her hand brushed against a cold wetness. She then fished out a pair of pee stained black knickers. Were it not for the odour she would not have known it was pee, because the black cotton displayed no dark staining but the smell was a giveaway. After this, Minttu would check the basket every week on gymnastics day, waiting for Emma to go to bed before inspecting her roommates laundry and so it was that a couple of weeks later she discovered another pair of pee stained knickers. However, unlike the previous occasion, this time the find was not so subtle. For one, the offending garment was grey and showed very visible pee staining and secondly because her roommate had quite clearly had a bigger accident on this occasion, the staining was much larger and the smell more pungent . Minttu did not fully know why she did this, she suspected it was because she wanted some kind of reassurance that she was not the only one who occasionally pees in her underwear and these finds did indeed provide her some level of comfort. However, it was only after the second find that she reassured herself that she was not the only one.  Tonight, Minttu was certain her friend had once again peed in her underwear and as she walked into the hallway her nostrils were filled with the familiar scent of urine. She tried to follow the smell but it trailed off in all directions so she resigned herself to once again, check the laundry after Emma had fallen asleep.  Emma slammed the bathroom door shut and in great haste stripped off her leggings, she was urinating again but now she could not stop the torrent. Her bladder had given up the fight and warm urine sprayed forth uncontrollably. She was pissing down her legs and her leggings were becoming soaked, she struggled to wriggle herself free and meanwhile she was spraying pee around the bathroom. She had one leg free and the other was in the air as she tried desperately to get the sodden cotton over her ankle, it was tight because the material was wet and clingy. A puddle of urine was pooling on the ceramic floor and with one foot in the air she slipped on her puddle and landed bum first, making a faint splashing sound as she did so. She was now lying on her back and still she was urinating, warm urine was creeping up her spine and she was grateful she had already removed her upper body clothing. Then, with one more great heave, she freed the stubborn leggings from her ankles and tossed them to one side. Then, with as much grace as she could muster, she plonked herself on the toilet, a toilet that had eluded her so very much and just as in her alcove, she emptied her bladder into her underwear.  “Well, I made it to a toilet” she thought to herself in amusement “I’m still peeing, so I guess I made it” she almost chuckled.
Part 2; Minttu goes To The Library Outside the bathroom door Minttu could hear a faint commotion and wondered what on earth her roommate was doing in there, it sounded like she was splashing in a bath except they didn’t have a bath. But the thought didn’t linger long as Minttu was reminded of her own need to use the bathroom. Minttu had been watching tv for hours and had neglected the chance to empty her bladder, she was lazy like this and would often behave in this way. But now, hearing her roommate splashing in the bathroom, her mind was brought back to her bladder and the small wet spot which had begun forming in her underwear almost an hour ago. She wanted to knock on the door to ask how long Emma was going to be but she didn’t think she would receive an adequate answer so she just returned to her room and began watching her show again. Minttu was a tall young woman with a petite frame, green eyes, long red hair and a perfectly round bum. She was devilishly attractive but she never realised just how beautiful she was and so she was always dressed in sensible, modest clothing. Tonight, she was wearing a white tank top, no bra, grey cotton bottoms pulled up high and white Hanes briefs which gave her huge panty lines. She had no plans to go anywhere and was expecting no company save for Emma, so she settled in to watch TV. Minttu tried her best to ignore the faint commotion in the bathroom but it was difficult, she was curious as to what was going on in there but more than that, she needed to pee and the urgency to do so was increasing rapidly. A wet spot had begun to form in her white knickers almost one hour ago and the wet spot had steadily grown as the minutes had whittled away. A dribble here, a trickle there, this was all quite normal for Minttu, she was lazy and saw no problem in using her underwear as a makeshift toilet until she could be bothered to go to a real toilet. But now she needed a real toilet, unknowingly to her the wet spot had grown tremendously and was now visible on her grey bottoms. “Damn it” she cursed aloud when she realised. She then stood up and examined herself in the full body mirror and a small wet patch was visible bridging a gap between the two sides of her crotch. She pulled down her grey bottoms, exposing her white Hanes briefs, which were stained dark at her crotch. She pulled her bottoms over her ankles and put them to one side and then grabbed a pair of black cotton bottoms from the wardrobe and then the bathroom door opened. Emma stepped out of the bathroom with a bundle of pissy clothes cradled in her arms. To her left she could see Minttu hurriedly pulling up a pair of black cotton bottoms over a pair of stained white knickers. Wetting herself again, Emma thought to herself upon seeing her roommate in her pee-stained underwear. “How was your shower?” Minttu asked in a friendly but slightly flushed manner, Minttu’s cheeks were red and Emma suspected it was because she had caught her in pee-stained underwear. “Not bad” Emma answered directly “do you need to go in?” Emma asked knowingly. “I’m good” Minttu replied evenly. Emma said nothing but just smiled in reply but internally she cursed her friend as a liar. “What are you up to now?” Minttu asked. “I’ll throw my dirty gym clothes in the laundry basket and then I’m going to flop onto my bed and stay there for many days” Emma answered grandly and her roommate laughed “what about you?” Emma asked in return. “I’m watching my show, it’s hard to pull myself away, it’s building to a crescendo” Minttu answered passionately. “Lucky you” Emma replied and then smiled and walked to her room, dumping her gym clothes in the laundry basket before closing her bedroom door behind her. Minttu watched Emma walk away and then glanced at the laundry basket, she could smell urine but was unsure if it was her own scent or her roommates. I’ll find out later, she told herself and then returned to her room. The two of them had been friends for just under two years now and through living in such proximity they had formed a strong bond. However, it was not always like this, because, when they had first met Emma was very unsure of her future roommate, Minttu came across as aloof and lazy and Emma took an immediate dislike to the young woman. But as time went on and they spent more time together, Emma came to understand that what she had at first thought was aloofness was not aloofness at all but rather a crushing shyness. Minttu lacked confidence and upon first meeting a new person, she withdrew into herself and it was only time that gradually brought out her true personality, and as Emma now knew, Minttu was a bright and fun person to be around. They had spent many an hour together and they often teased each other relentlessly, Emma would lament her roommate’s laziness and in return, Minttu would tease Emma on her seemingly poor taste in men. But it was now Emma’s turn to do some teasing. She knew well enough what she had seen, it was abundantly clear that her roommate had peed in her underwear and she had no intention of going to the toilet. She didn’t find this terribly unusual, because after all, she knew her roommate was bone idle and she had encountered her roommates pee-stained underwear several times before but she wondered how much longer she would procrastinate before finally going to the toilet. Fifteen minutes, she guessed. Minttu returned to her show but her mind was fixated on how close Emma had come to catching her peeing in her underwear, too close, she thought to herself. But the thought did not last long as she was still too occupied with her need to pee. She had changed into the black bottoms because they would allow her more time before she had to go to the toilet and besides, she had to wait a reasonable amount of time because she had just denied any need to go. Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes she thought to herself as a trickle of urine soaked into her underwear, she was debating how long to wait before going to the toilet. She was not urinating on purpose, but neither was she making any effort to stop herself and so, whenever her bladder felt like it, a trickle of urine would flow gently from her vagina and be absorbed by her underwear. Minttu counted the minutes off one by one and when she got to thirteen, she resigned to go to the toilet, she stood up and dabbed a hand over the crotch of her black bottoms, they were wet but a quick glance in the mirror confirmed that the black material was doing an excellent job of hiding the wetness. Never mind, she thought to herself, “I can wait longer.” So, she returned to her bed and carried on just as she had for the last hour. She counted the minutes again and she decided that at sixteen, she would go to the toilet. For the next sixteen minutes her bladder intermittently released trickles, dribbles and the occasional spurt of warm urine into her increasingly sodden underwear, she liked the warm feeling that encompassed her crotch and she didn’t want it to end. Nonetheless, as she counted sixteen, she resigned herself to a toilet visit and lazily pulled herself to her feet, and as she did so she cursed herself, because she had peed through her bottoms and onto her bedsheet. A stream of urine ran down her legs as she stood up, soaked into her socks and then trickled into the carpet.  She walked carefully towards the bathroom; she was no longer urinating but she was unsure just how much longer that would be so she moved carefully but swiftly. Emma came out of her room to get a snack from the kitchen. She was now starving and so she planned to make some pasta, but first she needed to pee. She opened her bedroom door to see Minttu heading in the same direction, she was wearing black cotton bottoms which seemed to weigh heavy around the crotch area. “Going the same way as me” Emma asked jokingly. “I am” Minttu replied with a smile. Emma could smell urine but she was unsure if the smell emanated from her own clothing that she unceremoniously dumped in the laundry basket or from Minttu, she suspected both. She looked Minttu up and down and noticed that her socks were wet at the upper edges, definitely Minttu, she thought to herself. “Gymnastics went well” Emma started slowly “I was a bit weak but I still gave a good account of myself” Emma spoke slowly and she noticed her roommate was barely listening and seemed irritated by the whole conversation. Minttu shuffled uncomfortably and Emma suspected her roommate was in dire need of using a toilet, serves her right, she thought to herself. Emma’s opinion was that her roommate had brought this upon herself and therefore had little sympathy for the young woman and whilst she did not want to embarrass her friend, she was content to let her squirm for a little while longer. It’s true, if Minttu was not so lazy she would not be in the predicament she now found herself in and Emma, with her own genuine accident so recently etched in her memory, was unwilling to offer any leniency for her friends’ current discomfort. “I think I will spend some extra time this week working on my core and lifting some weights, I want to be able to master the hoops next week” she spoke deliberately and she could see her roommate was becoming more uncomfortable with every passing second. “That sounds like a plan” Minttu replied and quickly added “but anyway” she trailed off with her eyes looking at the bathroom door. “Yes yes, sorry to hold you up” Emma replied. Minttu smiled and entered the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her and after ensuring she had locked it, she pulled down her damp bottoms and wet underwear and emptied her bladder into the toilet. She sat still and listened to her pee splash into the water below, she had been desperate to pee and so she was disappointed at how little pee left her body. Then, with both hands she gently grasped the waist band of her underwear, which were draped around her knees and stretched the material outwards and away from the toilet. She peered at the darkened material and followed the wet material from the crotch to the rear of the gusset and pondered whether she should change. She thought for a moment and then decided there was no point, they’re not that bad, she thought to herself and with that, she stood without wiping so a few more drops of urine soaked into the cotton, pulled up her bottoms, flushed the toilet and left the bathroom. Minttu was watching her show again and was feeling marvellously relaxed, she was coming to the end of the season and was engrossed in the story. Her room was dark and her tv screen burned bright, casting a multihued glow around the untidy room. On the floor lay clothes, video game boxes and all kinds of other discarded junk, her room was untidy and were it not for Emma it would be dirty too, but Emma made a habit of cleaning Minttu’s room every so often so it would not spiral out of control. Then, out of nowhere her tv show was interrupted by a strange whirring sound emanating from the bathroom, she paused her show to try and ascertain what the sound was but after a moment she realised it was the washing machine. She stood up and left her room to confirm her suspicions and she was correct; Emma had started a load of washing. Damn her, she thought to herself ruefully, as Emma was washing her earlier accident away. “Is it not a bit late for that?” Minttu asked somewhat brusquely and Emma was taken aback by her roommate’s tone. “It’s only eleven PM” Emma said humorously “we’ve both done washing later than this before, besides I need some clothes clean for tomorrow” she lied. Minttu frowned but realised she was beaten. “You could have at least asked me if I needed any washing doing” Minttu replied tartly. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t think” Emma lied again. Minttu shrugged. “Guess I’ll do my own tomorrow” she said airily and then without a further word, she returned to her bedroom and the delights of her tv show. It was now well into the early hours and Emma could hear Minttu snoring in her own room, she never was a night owl, she thought to herself. In truth, Emma was not a night owl herself and, more often than not she would fall asleep many hours before her roommate but tonight she just couldn’t relax, she suspected her body was still full of adrenaline. She tried her best to lose herself in tv and then a video game but something was nagging at her and she was unable to focus. She thought back to her roommate’s behaviour earlier in the night and the smell of urine that hung in the air and decided she had to know, one way or the other if the smell was from her own gym clothes or if it was her roommate who fouled the apartments’ air. She crept to her bedroom door on tiptoes eager not to wake her friend and then gently turned the handle to open the light wooden door. She stopped for a moment to listen for any sounds of life coming from Minttu’s room and after hearing nothing except snoring, she crept to the laundry basket and began rummaging. At first, she found nothing out of the ordinary, just a jumble of assorted laundry but then she spotted a pair of grey joggers which she was sure Minttu had been wearing when she left for her gymnastics class. She carefully lifted the bottoms out of the basket and at first inspection, they seemed perfectly ordinary but upon a closer inspection and a sniff test she picked up the scent of urine from the crotch of the bottoms. Buoyed by her discovery, she fiddled around some more in the wicker basket but she found nothing unusual, but then, with one last thrust of her arm, her hand struck a cold wet material. She reached down and pulled the garment out of the basket and the smell of stale urine filled her nostrils. Just as she suspected, she congratulated herself. She spent a few moments inspecting the darkened material around the crotch and gusset and wondered how someone could be so lazy. She considered that for a moment and then decided she didn’t really care; it didn’t affect her so why should she pay it any mind. So, she slipped the garment back to the bottom of the basket and went back to her room. Monday morning Emma was having her breakfast, a delicious feast of pancakes, bacon, eggs and plentiful coffee. She felt tired cause she had not slept well for the last couple of nights and she dreamt forlornly of a break from her university studies and the chance to spend a week doing nothing except to lie in the sun on a sandy beach with blue waves lapping at her feet. The thought was as inviting as it was realistic, maybe next year, she thought ruefully. Just then the apartment door opened and a moment later a haggard looking Minttu stepped into her sights, her hair was loose and wild and she was dressed in a black leather jacket, a smart black top underneath and a dark brown skirt. A strong scent of fragrant perfume filled the air and Emma recoiled from the smell, it was much too early for such things, she thought. Minttu flicked off her shoes and without a word wandered into her bedroom and she was gone for a good few minutes and Emma began to wonder if she had gone straight to bed, but then, Minttu returned wearing only a black bra and a pair of high waisted black cotton shorts and judging by the pantyline, Emma thought, some big knickers underneath. Minttu flopped on the sofa in the living room, Emma could see her clearly from the kitchen as the sofa was in the direct eyeline of the kitchen, she looked haggard and suspected she had been drinking the night before. “Busy night?” Emma asked teasingly. “I’m just tired” Minttu replied “I didn’t sleep well” she said honestly. “Drinking?” Emma asked. “Just a little” Minttu lied. She had been drinking heavily and she was feeling rough and hungover. “What are your plans today” Emma asked. “Sitting on this sofa” was the reply. Emma shrugged and returned to her breakfast. Minttu’s head was spinning and she was battling not to throw up, she had been drinking for most of the previous night and she was now regretting it. She couldn’t remember much of the night before but she thought that she had enjoyed herself, she seemed to remember herself on a boat and singing on a small stage but she couldn’t be sure if it was real or just a dream. She needed a shower; her hair was wild and she felt unclean, she had thought a change of clothes would make her feel better but it had made no difference, she still felt terrible. “Can you bring me some coffee please” Minttu asked Emma politely. Emma grumbled to herself and lamented her roommate’s laziness but nonetheless she delivered her a hot mug of coffee. “Your coffee, your Highness” Emma said grandly and gave a mock bow. “I would say thank you, but I don’t know how to address a servant” Minttu joked. Emma laughed, bowed again and backed away slowly as if her friend was royalty, Minttu laughed and grandly gestured for her servant to be at ease, both girls giggled. Minttu sipped the hot coffee and gasped audibly at the delightful caffeine hit she had been craving for the last half an hour. She was exhausted and she could hardly be bothered to watch tv so instead she just scrolled her phone looking for something interesting. An hour later it was eleven am and Emma decided to get dressed for the day, she picked out a comfortable outfit consisting of an oversized band shirt, black leggings, no bra, pink pineapple decorated socks and a pair of white bikini knickers which were printed with bananas. Minttu was still slouched on the sofa and had not moved an inch since returning home, she was building herself up to go in the shower but she still couldn’t find the energy but she knew she had to shower eventually. She could hear Emma talking on the phone but she couldn’t make out the words, she hoped she was going out so she could get some peace and quiet and as it turned out, her wish was granted. “My dad is here” Emma announced as she was putting her shoes on “he’s taking me and mum to look at his new business premises. You can come if you want?” Emma asked sarcastically, knowing full well Minttu would not want to go, hell, she thought, she didn’t want to go herself. Minttu smiled upon hearing that she would get some peace and quiet and then asked how long she was going to be out, maybe all day was the reply that came and Minttu smiled again. “Have a good one” Minttu said happily “I’ll do my best” Emma replied gravely. Then the door slammed and she was gone. After the door slammed Minttu grunted and raised herself to her feet, her legs felt heavy and her eyes even heavier. She walked to the full body mirror in the hall, there were two such mirrors in the apartment, one in the hall and one in Minttu’s room, she was still beautiful but she looked and felt rough. She twirled so her back was facing the mirror and marvelled at her own bum, perfect like a peach she thought and then dropped her black shorts to reveal her knickers. They were light green with a neon green frilly trim, hipster cut and framed her bum perfectly, they were fresh on just an hour ago and they felt crisp and clean, a far cry from what she had been wearing for the last two days and this was because, since changing from her white Hanes on Friday night Minttu had not changed her underwear at all and they were now on her bedroom floor awaiting a much-needed wash. For the last two days the pair of dark blue high cut briefs that now lay sprawled on her bedroom flaw had been urinated in countless times, they were heavily stained and unless covered by copious amounts of perfume, smelled strongly of stale urine. But it was the events of this morning that forced her to finally change her underwear. This morning Minttu woke up heavily hungover in a friends’ apartment. Her head was thumping, she felt terribly nauseous and from the waist down she was freezing cold. She brought herself round enough to realise that she had fallen asleep with her head over the toilet and then a moment later realised she was bursting to pee, and then, from the warm liquid spilling from her crotch, realised she had already started to pee. She clambered onto the toilet and pulled her knickers down and emptied her bladder into the toilet, making a thunderous splash as she did so. The apartment was silent except for her pee thundering into the bowl below, she checked her phone and the time was four AM and she had messages from her friends explaining that she was too drunk to carry on drinking, so, they had left her in the apartment and then left her there alone. A quick look around the apartment confirmed that they still had not returned. She then went back to the bathroom and fell asleep on the cold ceramic floor and it was there that she woke up six hours later in a puddle of cold urine. She did not remember wetting herself in her sleep but she was grateful that she had chosen to sleep in the bathroom and not on the sofa. She was soaked from her waist to her thighs, her underwear was completely soaked and cold urine seemed to emanate from every inch of the dark blue cotton. She checked her skirt, expecting it to be damaged too but miraculously it appeared as if she had fallen asleep with her skirt raised well above her lower torso. She hauled herself to her feet and cold urine dripped from her saturated underwear, she considered taking a shower but she wanted to be long gone before her friend returned home, which even then at ten AM, he had not, so she didn’t and instead doused herself in perfume and took an uncomfortable and chilly walk home. She walked into her room and threw her black shorts onto her bed, it was an underwear only day, she decided. Her ruined blue knickers were in a little plastic bag half hidden under a pile of clothes and when she untied the bag the smell of pee was overwhelming, she wondered how perfume could be so strong as to hide such a scent but then without considering anything further she threw them in the washing machine and along with a few other bits and pieces she set the machine away. The machine whirred away in the background as Minttu watched the tv. The machine had been on thirty minutes so it would be done in another hour. She was sipping coffee and snacking on popcorn, she was totally relaxed and without a care in the world, she was in full lazy mode. Hot coffee was tearing through her system and warm urine was already dampening her underwear, but Minttu did not notice, she was engrossed in her movie and besides, she was resolved not to move until the washing was finished. Time flew by in a daze. She was blissfully unaware of anything other than the movie she was watching and her daze was only broken when the washing machine blared loudly to signal that her laundry was done. She quickly snapped back to reality and paused her movie. Her crotch was warm and wet and just as she sat forward to stand up a burst of warm pee flowed forth and dribbled onto the laminate floor below. She looked down to see her light green knickers were now a darker shade of green all around her crotch and then frowned a little because she had not realised that she had peed at all until just now. She walked to the bathroom and a tiny trail of pee followed her along the floor. Her relief was tangible as she emptied her swollen bladder. She had not realised how desperate she had become and so she was surprised by the ferocity of the urine which now poured from her body. She glanced briefly at the dark green material, which betrayed her laziness so eloquently and shrugged. They’re fine, she told herself, so without wiping she pulled her damp knickers back up and so shrouding her vagina in a warm cocoon, but then remembered her need to shower so with a grunt, she slid them down again and enjoyed a warm shower. Emma returned home late. So late in fact, that the sun had set many hours earlier. She had not anticipated being out this late but, after viewing her dad’s new business premises, her and her parents had then visited other family members and afterwards, her and her parents had eaten dinner together at a local restaurant. This was a rare treat, as a student she could not afford such luxuries, but her parents are wealthy, so when such opportunities arrive, she is always grateful. But now, she was tired and was ready to crawl into bed. “Where is this new business place, Timbuktu?” Minttu called out humorously from her own bedroom. “Felt like it” Emma said “we visited family afterwards and then went for dinner” They then chatted for a little while and Minttu fawned enviously at her roommate’s luxurious upmarket dinner. “Bed now, is it?” Minttu asked as the conversation ebbed away. “I’m burnt out” Emma started tiredly “I’m going to have a quick shower and then bed”. Emma then left the room without a word. She undressed quickly, leaving a pile of clothes in a corner outside the bathroom door and then began her ablutions. Minttu watched her roommate leave her bedroom, glimpsing her roommates pert bum and pantylines as she did so. I don’t think she owns a single thong, Minttu thought to herself. Then she heard the bathroom door close and soon after the sound of water spraying from the shower. She stood up slowly as if she was a cat burglar and crept towards the bathroom door. Emma’s clothes were in the corner just outside the bathroom door and Minttu noticed them immediately. She was curious. She carefully fumbled through the garments until she found her quarry, her roommates’ underwear. They were white bikini knickers printed with bananas and Minttu thought they were adorable. She fiddled the garment in her fingers until she found the crotch. The material there was slightly darker than the rest of the garment but she did not know if this was from excessive way or for another reason. She brought her roommates underwear to her nose and sniffed. At first, a sweet pungent aroma filled her nostrils and she was ready to drop the garment and walk away but then another smell assailed her senses and she recognised it well. She sniffed for a second time and confirmed her discovery. She watered her bananas, Minttu thought to herself. The next morning Minttu’s alarm sounded at six AM. She was startled by the sound and did not want to get out of bed. She considered if it was all worth it, would I not be better just staying in bed, she thought to herself. But, with considerable angst she climbed from her bed sheets. Her day was a busy one. She had planned to spend the first hours of the day studying at home and then later go to the library to study there. She trudged to the kitchen and began to brew coffee, this was always the first part of her day, coffee came before anything else. She watched the water drip slowly through the coffee laden paper and then trickle steadily into the pot below. The warm liquid splashed gently against the solid surface below. The process lasted about five minutes and Minttu enjoyed watch the pot slowly fill with coffee. As the last drops splashed, she stood and went to the bathroom. She was desperate to pee, she had been since she had woken up, but coffee always came first. She shut the bathroom door behind her and lowered her underwear. She inspected the pad which she had slipped into the crotch before going to sleep the previous evening and felt grateful she had done so. Minttu was not a bed wetter, but she tended to leak in her sleep, so on occasion she would wear pads in her underwear. Last night was one of those nights. The pad was stained yellow and she knew she had peed during the night. She removed the pad and discarded it discreetly into the little silver bin in the corner. She was yet to dress for the day and was wearing only the green knickers she had worn for the last twenty-four hours and an old black bra. Her knickers were stained with urine and it was obvious to see but she did not care, she knew Emma would not be awake for hours yet. Emma stirred from her slumber at ten thirty AM. She was well rested and felt refreshed after a previously tiring day. She had slept in short cotton pyjama bottoms and a soft long night shirt and her banana underwear from the previous day. She spent several minutes playing on her phone before climbing out of bed and walking to the kitchen for breakfast. Minttu was sat on a kitchen chair sipping coffee with her head buried in books and papers. She was still undressed and her hair was untidy. Her back was to Emma but nonetheless, Minttu called a greeting as she heard her roommate approaching. “Been there long?” Emma asked. “Since I woke up. What time is it?” Minttu asked. “Ten thirty” Emma replied. “I should have been at the library by now” Minttu complained “suppose I’ll get dressed and set off soon then” Emma was now seated to Minttu’s right and as her roommate stood up her eyes were aligned perfectly with Minttu’s crotch. Minttu stretched to the sky, seemingly oblivious that her urine-stained crotch was just in front of her roommates’ eyes. Emma glanced in astonishment. She knew her roommate could be careless, but this seemed extraordinary. She wondered whether she should say anything but quickly decided against it and looked away sharply, pretending to read one of Minttu’s books, to save her friend from embarrassment. Then without a word, Minttu walked away. Minttu arrived at the library shortly after midday. She was dressed casually, wearing a thin grey hoodie, a knee length shirt, pink trainers and the same green underwear she had worn since the previous day. She had requisitioned several books from the librarian and then began trawling through the dour tomes in search of the wisdom they will help her graduate. The work was boring but she knew it must be done if she was to graduate. She had ordered some juice from the small café that sat perched on an upper tier if the cavernous room and was sipping at it as she worked. The words seemed to make no sense. The letters seemed jumbled in her head; she knew this was not going to be a good day for her academic ambitions. An hour passed slowly and she had made no progress, bugger it, she thought angrily. She had tried her best but she knew she could do no more. She stood and walked to the librarian who was sat typing on a computer behind a large wooden counter. “Excuse me” Minttu asked quietly “can you tell me where the toilets are?” The librarian, a young woman around the same age as Minttu grimaced slightly. “I’m sorry” the librarian started softly “but the toilets are out of order, there are signs on the doors at the entrance” Minttu cursed herself. She had seen the notices but had not bothered to read them. She cured herself again. “That’s okay, thank you” Minttu said politely and walked away. She walked back to her desk as easily as she could, she needed to pee urgently but she didn’t want that to be known publicly. Her underwear was warm and wet, she had been dribbling into her underwear for the last half an hour and she knew she had to find a toilet urgently to avoid wetting herself. She considered her options. Home was not a long way, but she estimated she would not make it, she was too desperate for that. She knew nothing of the pubs and bars around that part of town and she didn’t want to gamble her dignity so she shunned the idea. She was slowly gathering her books and papers. She crossed her legs and clamped them together hard and it helped but she could hardly walk home like that. Her thighs felt wet against her leaky crotch. Another dribble soaked into her underwear. Then she had an idea. The librarian was typing up lists of books and where they should be stored and how they were to be categorised. She was bored. She only worked this job to help fund her studies and she thought it the most boring job in the city. She was dressed professionally and looked elegant in a striking black pantsuit. Underneath her suit she wore an ornate dark blue bra decorated with gold lace trim and a pair of high-rise nude-coloured briefs which fitted tightly to her slender waist. Her shift was due to finish in an hour and that was the only thing that gave her heart. She was considering taking a short toilet break, she had needed to pee for quite some time and she was comfortable to wait more but her bladder was not. There was a slight wet spot in her underwear, it had been there for the last twenty minutes but she had paid it no mind, just a dribble, she had told herself. But now the wet spot had grown after another trickle had dampened the cotton gusset of her underwear and so she decided it was time to use the bathroom. But then the red headed young woman returned. She looked outwardly calm and the librarian thought her attractive, admiring her beautiful figure. The young woman placed a bundle of books on the counter and one by one she began the onerous job of logging them back into the system. She thought the young woman looked nervous but didn’t give it much thought. She went through the books ponderously so as not to make a mistake. She smiled up at the red head and the smile was returned but it looked pained. “Can I help you with something else?” The librarian asked curiously upon noticing the red heads pained expression. “I um” The red head stammered awkwardly “that is um” she failed to find the words. The librarian stopped working on the books and instead looked up at the attractive young woman in puzzlement. “Yes?” The words were practically burning with curiosity. “It’s just um” she cursed herself as she failed to find the words “I was just wondering” she started slowly and then stopped. She shook her head then started again. “I was just wondering; I know you said the public toilets are out of order but are any other toilets in here? Like staff toilets” she asked clumsily. The librarian was surprised by the question. Usually when someone is nervous it’s because they want to find a sex book or something else that could be considered embarrassing so this took her by surprise. “We do” the librarian replied lightly “but if you don’t have a special card, I can’t allow you to use them” she spoke quietly and gently so as not to upset the red head. “I don’t have a card” she blurted clumsily “but I really need to go” she put emphasis on the word really. The librarian felt sorry for the young woman, but the rules are the rules she told herself. “I’m sorry” the librarian started but was stopped by the young woman. “Please” she said softly “put yourself in my position, I really have to go” The librarian considered the question. She needed to use the toilet herself, she had done for a while now but she had delayed the visit, safe in the knowledge that she had a toilet available for when she really needed it. Her knickers rested cool and damp against her pussy and she wondered how she would feel if she didn’t have the safety of a toilet just a few metres away. She frowned at the thought. But the rules are the rules, she thought solemnly. “I’m really sorry” she said sympathetically. “Please” the young woman said softly, as she lifted her skirt. She started in wide eyes astonishment as the beautiful red head discreetly lifted her skirt to display her sodden green underwear. They were sodden with urine and she immediately understood that the beautiful red head was in a dire situation. “Oh god” she said eventually, with no more words coming to mind. “Please” the red head repeated softly. “Yes. Of course,” the librarian responded. She pushed from her legs to stand from her chair and as she did so, warm urine poured into her underwear. It was a short but heavy spurt caused by the sudden upwards pressure applied to her bladder. She casually crossed her legs, feeling a faint trickle of warmth against her thighs as she did so, the warmth then gently trickled down her right leg. Minttu watched the woman eagerly. Her crotch was warm and wet, her bladder was bulging and she feared she couldn’t hold much longer. The woman had stood and with crossed legs appeared to be searching for something, the key, she hoped. The woman looked tall, but Minttu noted her heeled shoes so revaluated her estimation. She was attractive, Minttu thought. Her figure was lean and taught and her bum was a beautiful shape. She watched the woman eagerly, waiting and hoping to see a key. She scrabbled in the draws of her counter. She was certain the key was there, but then she remembered. She had moved the key to the bottom draw, she couldn’t recall why. Damn, she thought. Her bladder was aching terribly and she was concerned about leaking again, she feared bending down to reach into the bottom draw. She took a deep breath and pressing her thighs tightly together she reached into the draw and pulled out their saviour, the key. She stood straight again, unclamping her thighs in the process. She smiled at the red head, holding the key high. But her smile was fake, cause her crotch had warmed again. Unclamping her legs was a mistake. As she did so more urine soaked into her underwear, leaving a faint wetness in her trousers at the same time. She clamped her legs again. Minttu watched the young woman stand straight, smiling with a shiny key in her hand. Thank goodness, she thought. The woman seemed in distress too but Minttu figured it was just the strain of bending down, but nonetheless she enquired anyway. “Are you okay?” She asked politely. The librarian considered the question and thought about lying but then thought otherwise. We’re in the same predicament, she thought, let’s just be honest. “Shall we say, we are in similar situations” the woman answered mildly. Minttu looked puzzled. It took her a few moments to grasp what she had been told but once she understood, she instinctively glanced towards the woman’s crotch. It was difficult to tell, but Minttu thought she could discern a certain dampness against the black trouser crotch. Nonetheless, she was still unsure. “I’m not sure I understand” Minttu said. The librarian said nothing, but instead beckoned Minttu to follow her. The librarian stepped from behind her counter and gestured for Minttu to come closer. Minttu joined her just a moment later and leaned in slightly to hear what the woman had to say. “I really need to pee too” the woman said quietly but just like Minttu, she emphasised the word really. “Not as bad as I do” Minttu said dryly. The two were walking together towards the side of the room, towards a private area Minttu suspected. The room was deathly quiet and apart from them, there were only a dozen others in the huge room. “My underwear disagrees” the librarian said airily. Minttu said nothing, but she grinned. The librarian unlocked a large brown wooden door which opened into what looked like a lunchroom. There was a smattering of seating, a microwave, toaster, coffee machine and three round tables. The librarian gestured to a door on the left-hand side of the room, “you’ll find a toilet in there” the librarian said. “Thank you so much” Minttu said passionately. She then darted into the small bathroom. There was a toilet which was sat against the right-hand wall, a small sink and a sanitary bin. Minttu hoisted her skirt and slipped her underwear to her ankles. She was peeing before her bum touched the seat and she had dappled the white ceramic floor with urine. She gasped and breathed a sigh of relief as a torrent of pee splashed into the bowl below. Her underwear was sodden. She was wet from her crotch to the lowest part of her bum. She had urinated more than she had realised before making it to the bathroom. Damn, she thought, damn. Outside the door the librarian was jiggling on spot. She was stemming the tide but she was egging on her red-haired companion to hurry up. It seemed to take an age for Minttu to come out the bathroom but as soon as the door opened, she dashed in without a word. She didn’t even bother to shut the door behind her. She wiggled on the spot as she undid her belt, unzipped her trousers and undid the button. The trousers fell to her ankles. Her underwear sat high on her waist so her sodden crotch was clearly on display. She ripped her underwear down and uttered a sigh of relief as she emptied her beleaguered bladder into the toilet. Minttu looked on surprised as the librarian fought to remove her trousers. She had not suspected that she wouldn’t bother to shut the door and for some reason, she couldn’t avert her eyes. She looked on aghast as the woman’s pissy crotch was displayed. Minttu felt a tingle. “Haven’t you ever seen another woman peeing?” The librarian asked in humour as she realised Minttu was staring at her. “I’m sorry” Minttu said, embarrassed. “I’m only joking” the woman replied reassuringly. Minttu blushed slightly. By now the woman had finished peeing and she was now pulling her underwear back up. Minttu couldn’t help but notice that the woman also didn’t bother to wipe. “Just look at me” the librarian said. She was stood up with her trousers still at her ankles gesturing to her wet underwear. “Could be worse” Minttu said, hoisting her skirt as she said the words. The librarian chuckled. “I should have gone ages ago, but I just couldn’t be bothered” the librarian said then paused for a moment “I’ll never learn” she finished. So, I’m not the only one, Minttu thought happily. “I’m the same” Minttu said cautiously. There was a silence for a few moments and Minttu thought she had misread the situation. “So” the librarian started slowly “this isn’t the first time?” She asked pointing at Minttu’s wet crotch. “Not at all” she answered quietly. The librarian smiled. “I’m being rude” the librarian said “my name is Sara” Minttu smiled. “I’m Minttu” she replied and then continued “are you busy after work?” She asked nervously. “I finish in an hour” Sara replied with a smile. Kindred spirits.
Part 3; Emma, Minttu and Sara go to a theme park Emma wiped her pussy dry and sighed deeply. Her brow was damp with sweat and she felt physically drained. She had been fighting a battle with her bladder for the last couple of hours, a battle she had very nearly lost. She cursed the nature of these theme parks and their lack of facilities and huge queues. Her friends, Minttu and Sara were waiting outside the bathroom complex and she didn’t wish to make them wait in the hot sun much longer but she still needed some time to compose herself. Her breathing was still heavy and she was content to sit on the toilet until her breathing returned to normal. She blinked and then stared at the white ceiling. “That was close” she whispered to herself. She then peered down towards her ankles and inspected her blue denim shorts. The inner material around her crotch was stained and damp with her pee. “Shit” she cursed herself, fearing her accident was visible on her shorts. Tentatively, she inspected the exterior of her shorts and despite her best efforts, she could see no evidence and so breathed a sigh of relief. She pulled her underwear up and she shivered slightly as the wet cotton rested against her pussy. She shifted uncomfortably and fiddled around with her underwear in a futile attempt to avoid the discomfort. She still had many hours of the day to go and so began to pat down the damp material with some toilet paper. Each touch of the paper against the pee-stained cotton dampened the paper but made little difference to her underwear. She spent a few minutes at this activity and only gave up when she convinced herself she had made a small difference and then with that, she pulled up her shorts; straightens herself up and left her stall. “What the hell is she doing in there?” Minttu asked her girlfriend Sara, “no idea” Sara replied. Emma had indeed been in the bathroom for a while and although the queue was large, Minttu was convinced something else was holding up her friend. “I’m amazed you haven’t needed the bathroom yet” Sara said to Minttu teasingly “you have the bladder capacity of a newt” Minttu cackled sarcastically at that. “Maybe I’ve turned over a new leaf” came the reply from Minttu “or maybe you’ve pissed yourself already” Sara retorted. Minttu blushed and turned away slightly to hide the colour in her cheeks. Sara noticed this and pressed on with an inquisition. “You bloody well have, haven’t you?” Sara said in mock accusation. Minttu continued to evade her girlfriend’s gaze and instead pretended to be watching a rollercoaster climb slowly towards the top of its first incline. “Look at me” Sara said playfully, and again her girlfriend avoided her gaze and made no reply. “If you’re not being honest with me, I’ll only find out later” Sara said. “I am being honest” Minttu replied, still gazing at the distant rollercoaster. “Yeah, well” Sara started “I bet if we went into that bathroom now your knickers would tell me a different story” Sara’s voice was barely a whisper and hearing the words Minttu felt her pussy throb. “I’m bone dry” Minttu lied. “Show me then” Sara said expectantly “the queue is smaller now we could be in there in a couple of minutes.” Minttu glanced at her girlfriend and supressed a smile. “Prepare to apologise” Minttu replied loftily. The two girls held hands and took the first few paces towards the bathroom and placed themselves in the queue. There was maybe a dozen of other girls in front of them and so they figured they wouldn’t have long to wait and it was at that moment that Emma homed into view. Emma strolled out of the bathroom and pushed her way past a small gaggle of girls who were milling around new the exit. She stepped into the afternoon sun and took a deep breath of fresh air. Her pussy felt wet against her damp underwear but she hoped the warm sun would soon dry her off. She scanned the small area for her two companions and was shocked when she saw them now stood together in the queue. She muttered annoyance as to why they had not have just gone with her. “We wone be long” Sara said noticing Emma “okay” came the brusque reply. Emma took some steps forward and rested against a blue railing and settled in to wait for her friends to return. It took several minutes for Minttu and Sara to finally get into the bathroom and secrete themselves into a private stall. Sara closed the door behind them and started longingly at her girlfriend’s shapely bum. Her bum was pert and almost perfectly shaped and Sara could not help herself but to grab a handful. Minttu inhaled sharply as her girlfriend roughly squeezed her derriere. “You’ve given me a wedgie” Minttu said teasingly and reached a hand around her back to remove her underwear from her bum but failed as her hand met resistance. “That’s my job” Sara said in mock reproval and then pulled hard at Minttu’s now unbuttoned white shorts. The shorts fell to Minttu’s ankles and using her teeth, Sara gently removed the white cotton from her girlfriend’s bum. The cotton snapped back into its rightful position and Minttu moaned slightly. “Now then” Sara said quietly, her tone imbued with sexuality “turn around and show me your pussy” Sara bit her lip as her girlfriend began to turn to face her. “You little minx” Sara said. “Told you I was telling the truth” Minttu replied evenly. Sara stared up at her girlfriend. She was still kneeling on the floor and her eyes were almost directly in line with her girlfriend’s pussy. Minttu’s crotch was indeed dry but there was also a bulge, a thick bulge betraying a large pad which had been soaking up Minttu’s urine all morning. Sara gently began to slide Minttu’s underwear down towards her knees. Minttu was biting her lip and her pussy was throbbing wet. Sara made a mock inspection of the heavily stained pad. It was yellow front to back and as Sara removed the item, it felt heavy in her hands. “Dry after all” Minttu said, “only on a technicality” Sara replied and Minttu supressed a giggle. Minttu squatted and perched her bum on the toilet and then with thunderous force emptied her swollen bladder into the toilet. Sara listened intently and had an urge to thrust a hand into her girlfriend’s warm stream, but then stopped herself. Minttu was staring into Sara’s eyes, eyes that were filled with lust and desire “you’ll have to wait until we get home” Minttu said teasingly, Sara didn’t reply but instead just quietly stared. “What about you anyway?” Minttu asked expectantly, “what about me?” Sara replied in mock evasion and let her eyes wander as if trying to avoid the question. “Lift your skirt” Minttu demanded. Sara gasped. “I need to pee too, so can you hurry up please” Sara replied and in the same instant crossed her legs and began to wiggle on the spot in an exaggerated way. “Oh, I’m sorry” Minttu said softly “just give me a second.” Minttu then stood slowly. She was biting her lip and slowly raising her white briefs towards their natural position. The white cotton embraced her private areas and then Sara moaned softly as a small wet spot appeared against Minttu’s pussy. “You forgot to wipe” Sara said softly. Minttu looked down quickly and feigned embarrassment “what a scatter brain I am” Minttu said. She waddled past her girlfriend with her shorts at her ankles and she thrust her hips slightly as they came within a few inches of each other, so her pussy rubbed against Sara’s thigh. Sara was stood above the toilet and then raised her skirt above her waist, uncovering her warm, urine-soaked knickers. Sara slowly slid the garment to her ankles and then sat herself upon her porcelain throne. “Well now” Minttu said. She was burning red, her pussy throbbed wildly and she wanted to take Sara there and then. “Oh, this” Sara said vaguely, gesturing to her soaked underwear “just a small leak” she lied. “Of course,” Minttu said “every time I leak, I wet my knickers from front to back too” then she stopped and pretended to think deeply “I don’t suppose you have much left in your bladder, do you?” Minttu asked. “Only because it is so small” Sara replied sarcastically. That, Minttu thought was partly true, for Sara did indeed appear to have a small bladder but this was different and both girls knew it. Sara trickled a slow but steady stream into the toilet and looked up at Minttu. Her eyes were burning bright and her voice was full of sex appeal. “Benefit of wearing a skirt” she said. Outside the bathroom Emma was becoming impatient. Her friends had been in there for what seemed like a lifetime and she was eager to carry on with her day. She had been scrolling her phone ever since she had come to rest against the railings and she had now exhausted all her social media streams. She placed her phone in the rear pocket of her shorts and began to people watch. There were hundreds of people about and most had that certain smile about their faces that one only gets from visiting a theme park. She smiled as she thought about all the trips she had taken to such places when she was younger. She turned herself around and stared out away from the people and towards the rollercoasters and other rides she wished to enjoy on that day. Then she was suddenly struck with a sensation, she felt as if she was being watched. She turned back around and at first glance she could discern nothing obvious, but it did seem like several people had quickly averted their gaze as she had turned back around, but Emma thought little of it and so returned to gazing at the rides. It was a few moments later when she heard a soft female voice say something and she jumped slightly as she realised the voice was addressing her. “Sorry” Emma started “I was in a world of my own” “No, I’m sorry to interrupt you” the woman said “but I just thought you should know, you have a tear in your shorts” Emma scrunched her face, as if not understanding the words. “What?” Emma blurted out. “I’m sorry pet” the woman said politely “but I just thought you should know” the woman was smiling softly and Emma wondered again if she had heard correctly. “I’ve ripped my shorts?” Emma asked in surprise. “Aye, pet” the woman said “right down the back” the woman said and using her hands as if to trace the tear in thin air. “Oh, god” Emma said quickly “I’m really sorry” Emma said, unsure of what else she should say. “No need to apologise, pet. Just thought you should know” the woman said and then with another smile she walked away. Bugger, Emma thought. Minttu and Sara returned from the bathroom and joined Emma by the railing. Emma was burning red and seemed for all the world to be embarrassed. “What’s the matter?” Minttu asked. “Apparently, I’ve torn a hole in my shorts can you look please and tell me how bad it is?” Emma asked frantically. Minttu nodded and then leaning against the rails, she craned her head forward and gazed towards her roommate’s bottom. “Oh yeah, that’s a big one” Minttu said. Emma frowned and hoped her roommate was exaggerating but her roommate was not exaggerating and if Emma had access to a mirror, she would see that the tear stretched right across the rear of her shorts. The tear was not terribly deep, but it was deep enough and long enough to make her backside a beacon for the eyes of lustful men. “Right across your bum” Minttu continued. “Bloody hell” Emma cursed “I don’t want my arse to be ogled all afternoon by pervy men, I’m just going to have to go home” Sara and Minttu looked at each other and shrugged. “I don’t know, I think it’s fine” Sara said comfortingly. “I agree” Minttu said “but if it does bother you just go and grab one of those free Pepsi shirts they were giving away near the entrance” Emma frowned again. “What bloody good is a shirt going to do me? It’s my arse that’s on show not my tits” Emma snapped. “Tie it around your waist” Minttu offered politely. Emma blushed slightly after realising her mistake and then quickly offered an apology. “I can go and get one now” Sara said helpfully and then proceeded away from the group and towards the spot where they had seen the men handing out the shirt’s earlier ion the day. Sara returned ten minutes later with an overly large and bright yellow t shirt. It was an ugly colour and the Pepsi logo on the front and back was monstrous, but it would suit the purposes of the day, Emma thought. Emma horridly tied the ugly shirt around her waist and thanked Sara for bringing it to her. Valuable time had been wasted and all three girls were eager to get back on with the business of enjoying themselves. The day was becoming increasingly warm and all three girls were craving ice cream and a long, cold drink. “Anyone fancy a beer?” Emma asked “my treat” she said happily. Her words were framed like a question but it was mostly rhetorical, she knew fine well that neither of her companions would turn down a free beer on a hot day. Unsurprisingly, both friends agreed instantly. There was a stall just a hundred paces away from the railing at which they had been standing and so all three ladies had vacated there. White awnings holding sponsored umbrellas offered some measure of protection from the raging sun and it was indeed a relief to get out of the sun. The three girls swigged the cold beer and each revelled in the unparalleled joy of the first sip of beer on a hot day. The three girls chatted and quickly sipped their beer, the golden nectar was hard to resist on such a hot day and before long all three glasses were empty. “Anyone for another?” Minttu asked but her two companions shook their heads. “I want to ride that” Sara said gesturing towards the tall roller coaster that dominated the skyline. Emma pulled out her pocket map and scanned the pages for information on the ride in question. “It’s called Ferradura” Emma said reading from the map “which means horseshoe in Portuguese, it is three hundred feet tall and total ride time is about three minutes” “It looks taller than that” Minttu added nervously. “Not scared are you” Sara teased. “No” Minttu lied “I was just being factual” Emma and Sara looked at each other and both had to supress a chuckle. “Can we go then?” Sara asked impatiently and was quickly answered by the slow nodding of heads and with that agreement, all three girls walked towards Ferradura. The queue for Ferradura was tremendously long and stretched far beyond the one-hour sign that had been posted to the side of the queue rails. Upon approaching the ride neither girl made any protests to the length of the queue but now, almost forty-five minutes after first joining the queue, they were regretting their decision. It was true that Ferradura was the whole reason for Emma’s visit to this park and she had been excited to ride Ferradura ever since she had first seen it in action on YouTube. But now, faced with a monumental queue and a beer filled bladder, she was regretting this decision and her two friends were of the same opinion. Nonetheless, both Minttu and Sara knew how badly Emma had wanted to go on Ferradura and so, neither wanted to disappoint her by suggesting they leave the queue. “It can’t be that much longer” Sara whispered to Minttu. “I hope not, that beer is cutting straight through me” Minttu replied candidly and then crossed her legs at the thought of her aching bladder. Sara noticed her desperation. “My pussy is like a rainforest” Sara said grandly “warm and wet” Minttu stared up at her girlfriend and bit her lip “you should have worn a skirt darling” Sara finished happily. Emma was stood a couple of paces behind her friends and could hear nothing of their whispered conversation, but she hoped they were discussing leaving the queue. Emma, just like her friends was also regretting drinking the beer. Her bladder was bulging and she had half a fear she might explode. Her crotch felt damp and clammy, but she was unsure if that was sweat or if she had peed in her underwear. Emma stood cross legged and occasionally wiggled and jiggled so she did not freeze in place. She peered at her friends’ and cursed them for not suffering as she was. “What are you talking about?” Emma eventually asked. “Just that we both really need to pee” Sara said emphasising and lengthening the word really. “Do you want to leave the queue and find a bathroom?” Emma asked clumsily. But before her friends could answer they were interrupted by a man who had sallied up to Sara’s left side. He was a short, stout man, with a short black beard, bald head and seemed to be dressed as if he worked at the park. Sara noticed the man and beamed a bright smile. “George!” Sara exclaimed happily “I haven’t seen you since that time we were at the circus, what are you doing here?” George waved his hands up and down “I work here” he said “I’m the chief operator for this ride” he said gesturing to Ferradura. Sara looked at her friends happily. “Could you get us to the front of this queue?” Sara asked cheekily “we’ve been here for hours and it’s so damned hot, could you do anything?” she asked more out of hope than anything else, so she was delighted when George said he could indeed help and then quickly gestured for the girls to follow him. There were some protests from the other customers in the queue, but none of them cared, they were going to ride Ferradura and then, after fulfilling Emma’s ambition, they would empty their bladders. The three girls were being secured into the ride by George personally, and despite the protests coming from the queue the girls were excited and ready to go. The cars seated two people in each section and so Sara and Minttu were seated together and because she had asked for it, Emma was alone. Sara and Minttu were seated in the front car and directly in front of Emma. George fastened some belts and then began pulling the harness down towards Mintuu’s shoulder. It came down slowly and then seemed to rest gently against her shoulders and abdomen, but then, George gave one last solid push and the harness locked in place. Minttu flushed and shifted uncomfortably for a few moments and George feared he had pushed the harness too tight. “It’s not too tight, is it?” George asked. “No, no, it’s fine” Minttu said flashing a fake smile. Next, George came to Sara and gave her the same treatment and Sara squeaked as the harness pressed tightly against her bladder. Next, George went to secure Emma in place, but as he got there, he could see the job had already been done so he wished the trio a happy ride and then carried on with his work. Noise and the sound of pneumatics filled the air and then the carriage jerked forward to begin its journey. The carriage glided slowly down a small bank and then with a clunk, it was attached to the chain lift that would pull it up to the peak of the three-hundred-foot hill. The carriage seemed to freeze for a moment as the chain lift gathered its strength and then with a great churn, the carriage began to creep up the bank. Emma was tentative but excited, she had wanted to ride Ferradura for a long time and that excitement allowed her to forget about her bladder for a few brief moments. Meanwhile, both Sara and Minttu were sat eyes closed and hoped for the whole thing to be over quickly. Sara had earlier teased her girlfriend for being afraid, but in truth, she was just as afraid as Minttu. the carriage crept forward in an assortment of noise. People screamed excitement, some chattered nervously but all was drowned out by the cacophonous racket of the chain lift. Two-hundred and fifty feet. “Nearly there” Sara said, eyes still closed. They were near the top. The people beneath them were mere insects, the buildings in the distance looked akin to playhouses and out towards the sea, they could see well beyond the horizon. Then the whole thing stopped. A grinding sound emanated from the chain lift and in a violent motion, the carriage rocked backwards and began to slip back down the hill. In the carriage, there was a mixture of reaction ranging from abject terror, to utter confusion. The ride was creeping backwards and for a moment, it seemed like they would go plummeting uncontrollably back towards the station but then, the carriage lurched again and all the riders were sent lurching forward into there harnesses. The carriage stopped moving and the carriage sat motionless almost three-hundred feet in the air. Emma was breathing heavily and she was afraid, but she understood that the ride had only broken down and there was nothing to be concerned about, they’ll get it going, she told herself. In front of Emma’s car Minttu had only now opened her eyes. She scanned the scene and concluded that they had broken down. Beneath the car she could hear the people crowing about the broken-down ride and wished she was one of them. She looked at Sara, she was pale and seemed utterly terrified. “We’ve broken down” Minttu said calmly and was about to explain what would likely happen, but then stopped herself. She could hear a sound that was out of place for the situation and she looked around the find the source of the sound but could see nothing obvious. She pulled a face of puzzlement and looked towards Sara to ask if she could hear it too, but then stopped, there was no need to ask anymore. A fountain of urine was pouring down the front of Sara’s seat and the unusual sound was the sound of liquid pooling on the metal floor. Minttu became instantly aroused at the sight and wanted to eat her girlfriends’ pissy pussy there and then. She looked Sara up and down, she was still pale and had yet to open her eyes. Her skirt had been unmoved and had become soaked in the warm liquid. It was then Minttu realised, this was not a sexual tease, but instead Sara was wetting herself in terror. Minttu started to say something comforting but then stopped as Sara snapped her to silence. “Ferradura” a male voice called out through a speaker “you have broken down” the man stopped to fiddle with the speakers’ settings “we are trying to restart the ride, we do not know how long it will take” there was another pause “unfortunately, the emergency walkway is out of commission due to the current high winds, so we must restart the ride to get you all down safely” the voice paused again. Riders called out questions, key among which was how long this will take. “At least two hours” the voice called out and was greeted by a collection of groans and angry curses. Emma laughed to herself as she listened to the man. She urgently needed to pee and trapped in a cramped car with a harness pressing firmly against her bladder, she laughed aloud at the futility of her situation. Earlier, she had wondered if the damp clamminess against her pussy was sweat but she knew now it was not sweat, she had known ever since the strange woman had pressed her harness directly into her bladder. She laughed again. “You okay down there?” Minttu called out from in front of her. “I am” Emma answered, “are you?” “I think so” Minttu said uncertainly and then in her best impression of a contortionist she reached into her side pocket and retrieved her phone. She opened WhatsApp and began typing to Emma; “when we finally get off here, don’t be alarmed when you see Sara, she REALLY needed to pee and she didn’t think she could wait two hours, so she’s already gone…” the message sent. A moment later Emma’s phone alerted her to a message. She grunted as she wrestled to slide her phone from her side pocket. She unlocked the phone and read the message and couldn’t help chuckling to herself. She began typing the reply; “has she wet herself?” came the reply. Minttu’s phone binged. “Yeah” came the short reply. “Thought that’s what you meant. I feel better now you’ve told me that” Emma replied. Minttu read Emma’s message and scrunched her face in surprise; “what do you mean?” Minttu replied. “Cause now I’m not the only one :D” Emma replied. Then Emma thought back to that time peeing herself in the bushes whilst coming home from the gymnasium and that allowed her to relax and the urine started to flow. She breathed deeply as she finally let down her defences and felt the warm liquid pour through her underwear and shorts. A fountain of pee cascaded down the metal seat and splashed violently on the metal floor below. A pool of urine was forming at her feet, her shoes were wet and the liquid was beginning to soil her socks. She felt relief, total relief. Despite the warmth of the day, she found the warm liquid to be inviting and, in a way, soothing. She was now totally relaxed and the last droplets were dripping harmlessly into her soaked underwear. She was thoroughly soaked. A puddle lapped gently at her feet and brushed against the seat’s support. Her bottom was warm and she felt like she was sat in a shallow bath, she looked at her puddle and laughed again. She reached out with her phone to snap a picture and as she did so, she pushed hard and more urine left her body and thundered onto the metallic floor. She snapped the picture, managing to catch the fountain in motion as she did so. She sent the picture to Minttu. Minttu looked in disbelief at the message see had just seen. She bit her lip again at the thought of Emma wetting herself. “Look” Minttu said to Sara, holding her phone in front of her face “you aren’t the only one” Sara made no reply, but just smiled weakly. “I’m sorry” Minttu said “but I’m horny as fuck” she stopped to bite her lip “I want to eat your pissy pussy right now” she said and moaned gently. Sar’s colour returned and she gave Minttu a lustful look. “Look” Minttu said and then unzipped her shorts. She slid them down as much as she was able to show Sara her own wet underwear. Sara looked longingly at the dark stain which stretched the full width and length of Minttu’s crotch. “Bitch” Sara said lustfully. Minttu smiled and then allowed another trickle of urine to empty her body. Sara watched the yellow liquid trickle from beyond the stained material and then disappear into the darkness. “I have more” Minttu said and then released more pee into her underwear. “Stop it” Sara demanded breathlessly “I want you” she said. Minttu bit her lip again and then released one last trickle into her underwear. Her shorts were at her knees but despite her best efforts, a darkened patch protruded ominously from the white crotch. Were she not three-hundred feet in the air and comfortably out of eyesight she would never dream to be so daring, but despite the minimal risk, it gave both girls a great thrill.  Two of the three had wet themselves and the third was using her impending accident as a tease, but despite it all, the girls were in good spirits. Then the ride started again.
A/N: A commission for my husband, for Revy's birthday. Revy works hard, and she always has. That is what she is most known for, and she lives up to that reputation, every time the Navigator sees her. It is honestly inspiring, making him want to work a bit harder too, or maybe that is just an excuse. After all, the only time he really gets to spend with her is while she is training, and that means that he has to put some level of effort in as well, to at least make it look a little less weird that he is always hanging around her. Of course, he just likes her so much that he wants to be around her, but he has no idea how she would feel if he just came out and said something like that, so for right now, he is just going to keep training at her side, and try and figure out if he should make a move on her, or stick to admiring her from a safe distance. What he does not realize is that she has a lot of admiration for him as well, and just has a hard time showing it. Instead, she prefers to work even harder around him, showing off because that is what makes the most sense to her. If she can impress him enough…well, she does not actually know what comes next, or how she would be able to handle it, but for right now, that seems like more than enough to worry about. If she finds herself in any sort of uncomfortable position as a result, then she just deals with it, and puts it out of her mind. That is part of her training as well, learning to ignore those sorts of things in favor of focusing on the task at hand. There will be times that she can’t take a break just because her body demands it, and she needs to build up as much endurance as she possibly can, so that she can handle those situations. That has always been a part of her training, but it becomes even more intense whenever the Navigator is here to watch her, all because she does not want to excuse herself. Usually, once she has pushed herself to her limit, she finally gives in and goes to relieve herself. But when she has a guest, she tries to push it all the way to the end, ignoring the way that her bladder aches and throbs, ignoring the way that her body begs her for any sort of break. Like this, Revy is only going to get stronger, and it certainly has nothing to do with the fact that she is too embarrassed to admit to her needs whenever the young man that she admires it around, and she is afraid he would ask, even if she told him to mind his business, or worse, guess for himself. No matter how desperate she gets, she just takes it as part of her training, and deals with it. She tolerates the way that it hurts when it gets worse and worse, and she ignores the urge to squirm about to try and make it easier, not wanting to show any signs of weakness right now. That is just the sort of person that she is, especially with someone that she admires nearby, someone that she would never want to see her display any signs of weakness. But things are getting worse for her by the moment, and she is starting to realize that she is getting too close to her limit. As much as she wants to pretend that she does not have a limit, she does, and whether it is a battle situation, or just training with the Navigator, her body is not going to be able to surpass that limit, no matter how hard she might try to push herself to that point. Revy is too stubborn, and she has to pee, so badly that she needs to make her excuses and leave, or else it is going to get to the point that she really can’t handle it. She already feels close to that point, so she knows that she can’t afford to wait a moment longer. With that in mind, she gets ready to head off, deciding that she does not have to explain herself to the Navigator, and she can just tell him to mind his own business, if he tries to push her when asking why she is finishing up so early. Except she does not even make it that far. She does not make it to the point of even coming to a stop before she is suddenly panicked, suddenly pushed too far, suddenly leaking and unable to stop it from turning into much more than just a leak. The Navigator does not even realize it is happening, too distracted by his own work to realize that she has stopped, but she is frozen in place, so she can’t take advantage of that opportunity to escape. It all begins gushing out of her at once, soaking into her clothing, and forming a puddle on the floor. It is the sound of that which finally catches the Navigator’s attention, and then he is stunned, watching her humiliate herself, making all of this that much worse. And she can’t do anything at all, because she is too humiliated to react, so shocked that this could happen to her that it is as if she has shut down, frozen right there, with no explanation for her behavior, no excuse, no way to get out of here. She may have stayed like that for the rest of the day, until her clothes had grown cold on her body, if not for the fact that he moves closer to pull her into a hug, ready to comfort her. He may not know what just happened or why, but he knows that he cares about her, and would do anything to make her feel all better. Revy is still humiliated, but this is, at least, a start. - If you're interested in my writing updates, please join my discord server! https://discord.gg/xUrPXDH I stream here, and the chat is locked when there isn't a stream going on, so for the most part, it's only posts that are updates from me
Hello, Let me present my version of the story's continuation... Like any flight attendant, Sandra is a tall slender lady. She always put a lot of efforts into her appearance and attracted men's eyes. On that day, she was wearing a straight, mid-thigh black skirt and kitten heel shoes. She was wearing a white blouse and jacket. Mark was proud of his mother's appearance. Many of his peers dreamed of looking like this 43-year-old woman. Mark's friend Ben was also attracted to Sandra's appearance. They known each other for a long time. Sandra is a woman with a modern mindset and youthful spirit. There was a good mood and friendly conversations in the car all the way. The journey was a little over three hours. Somewhere in the middle of the way they took a short coffee break at a gas station. The three of them took the high chairs by the bar. Sandra sat facing the boys and crossed her long legs. Her skirt rose even higher and her elegant thighs were exposed a lot. Ben was not indifferent to this beautiful sight. He occasionally cast a distracted glance at the knees and thighs and the fine pantyhose in which they were shod. Sitting in the high chair with her legs crossed produced an elegant triangular gap, formed between Sandra's thighs and skirt. A slightly more careless movement and her underwear were exposed. Good upbringing and long friendship prevented Ben from peeking under Sandra’s skirt and he tried to look away and not get distracted. The coffee break was a convenient opportunity for them to visit the toilet. Two boys went there. When it was Sandra's turn, there was a line outside the ladies' room. She said that it wasn't urgent for her and she could postponed to the next stop. So, they headed to the car and continued their journey. They had to travel nearly 2 hours until they reached the Marc’s new hometown. Not long after they left, Sandra began to feel the first signs of her filling bladder. She realized that she would have to find a toilet at some point. But it was still not urgent at all. She drove confidently on the highway. Тhe mood in the car was cheerful. Approaching the town, she asked the boys if they wanted another coffee break. Both refused to stop. Mark even pointed out that time had advanced and asked Sandra to drive directly to the agency, where they had an appointment for several apartment viewings. Sandra was disappointed by the answer. She wanted to stop, not for the coffee, but to go to the toilet. At this point, the situation wasn't super urgent, but she already felt that she shouldn't delay much. "Doesn't Mark understand that I want to stop for a pee break." she thought on herself. She didn't want admitting that she is needed a toilet in front of Mark’s friend. She knew she could last a long time, but she was feeling uncomfortable. Long flights and her intense work had trained her to be able to hold her pee for long periods. They went into hard city traffic. Sandra was starting to get a little more nervous and impatient, but nothing else showed that she needed to pee. She thought, she was going to visit the restroom at the real estate office. She thought she must go to the bathroom before they go on a tour of the apartments. As soon as they arrived in front of the office, a young and kind gentleman was waiting for them. They greeted each other and he was ready to leave for the selected apartments. Sandra’s plans to use the office restroom went wrong. She gritted her teeth and they got back into the car and followed the broker's car. Her bladder was now quite full. Nevertheless, Sandra managed to skillfully conceal her condition. They had three apartments planned for viewing. She hoped they would look them quickly. The first two apartments really weren't worth it. In one, the furniture was very old, the other was on the top attic floor, which Sandra and Mark did not like. They had to go to the third apartment. Sandra tried to dissuade Mark that they didn't need to go to see it. From the description she had been given, she didn't expect it to be any better. But most of all, she felt she needed to pee quite seriously. On the second visit, she began to feel serious tension and slightly bent her leg several times. Ben often cast discreet glances at Sandra. He liked her very much as a woman, even though she was his mother's age. The tight skirt was snug on Sandra's hips and bottom. Walking in front of him, the slit of the skirt was opening and showing more of her lovely legs. It was at one such moment, when Sandra stayed with her back to Ben, when he noticed that she slightly raised her leg. Was she tired or was it from something else, he thought. He remembered that since morning the only place where they had stopped for a toilet was at the gas station. And she could not visit it there. He felt like he had to pee for the second time, and Sandra hadn't been to the toilet in nearly five hours. Her bladder must be pretty full, he thought. He wondered how this frail female body managed to last so long without a toilet. Mark insisted they visit the third apartment as well and they drove off over there. Sandra looked a little nervous and kept telling that it is unnecessarily to visit it. When they got there, she gave a quick look and went outside on the stairs. Obviously she didn’t like it and she asked them to go.  But Mark had to ask some questions and continued discussing with the realtor. While they were talking, Ben also left the apartment and went to Sandra. She was on the stairwell, looking around and pacing in circle aimlessly. Ben noticed an annoyed look on her face and asked “Are you very tired, Sandra?” „Yes, I'm tired! And I really need to go to the toilet.”. She had no choice anymore, she had to admit. “Please, tell Mark to go quickly.” - said Sandra to Ben and went down stairs. Ben go back to tell Mark to hurry up. Meantime Sandra went walked down stairs and went out of the apartment building. A few minutes later both gays went out too and noticed that Sandra stayed next to the car, looked bored and slightly nervous. “Where are we going now?” – Mark asked. “Wherever we go, I have to go to the toilet first! I really have to pee!” – Sandra said firmly and bent one of her leg. Marc suggested they get in the car and look for a restaurant to have lunch and use the toilet. Unfortunately, they still did not know the area well. Mark googled around for suitable places to eat. Sandra sat tensely in the driver's seat, waiting for Mark to tell her where to drive. Ben sat in the back silently watching Sandra discreetly. He was looking how her half-bare thigh was jiggling on the seat. Since they could not return home the same day, they had rented an Airbnb apartment. Marc decided to check if it was available to check in. Fortunately, the landlady said that the apartment is ready and they had to take the keys in in 15 minutes. „Can you last another 15 minutes?“ – Mark asked Sandra. “I’m not sure” – she said and she made a tortured face. The desperation was already clearly visible. She was constantly shifting her legs on the seat. When she started driving, she calmed down a bit. At least it didn't seem so desperate. As soon as they parked and Sandra turned off the engine, the desperate signs came back with even greater force. She squeezed her legs tightly and began to fidget in the seat. “I hope the woman won't be late because I’m going to pee myself.” Waiting for the landlady was very torturous for Sandra. She looked tired, nervous and constantly moving in her seat. All of a sudden she said sharply “If she doesn't come in two minutes, I'm going to pee in those bushes.“ „It will be an interesting sight“, Mark joked. „I am not joking at all! I feel like finding somewhere to squat, really! You will wash my pants and the seat!“, said Sandra, now quite nervous. Ben was sitting in the back seat and said nothing, watched Sandra carefully. Thank God after two minutes the landlady came. The three got out of the car. Sandra tried her best to look calm as the woman gave them brief instruction of the apartment. After that, they quickly walked towards the entrance of the building. In the elevator, Sandra started stepping from foot to foot very intensely. The boys began to chuckle jokingly, which made her laugh as well. She said almost in a panic, "Don't make me laugh, I'm going to pee". Sandra didn't care at all about the two boys and even pressed with her fist through the skirt. Finally they got into the apartment. Sandra rushed inside and she began searching desperately for the toilet door. The moment she crossed the doorstep of the toilet, she lifted her skirt showed her thighs up for a moment, almost revealing her bottom as well. A second after slamming the door, it could hear the powerful jet of pee smashing into the porcelain. Ben pretended not to have seen anything and discreetly walked into the room. The sight was extremely hot for him! The powerful hissing sound could to be heard in the room and continued for nearly a minute. He tried not to think about what he was hearing and the exciting sight he had just witnessed. He was talking absently with Mark. Sandra delayed a bit inside after she finished peeing. A splash of water was heard from inside. After a while she came out. Relief and a smile could be seen on her face. However, both Mark and Ben noticed a slight change at her appearance. She was without pantyhose, her legs were bare. “What's going on? Is everything okay?“, Mark asked. She smiled and said with a sigh „Not quite“. „Shall I wash your panties?“, Mark asked with a teasing smile. “Not only the panties, but the pantyhose as well”, Sandra answered. „I told you how much I need it to go, but you didn't believe it.” She looked slightly angry with Mark and didn't care that she was talking about her accident. She sent both of them to the car to bring her luggage and clothes. Obviously she needed to put on new underwear. The boys went down for the luggage. Ben tried to look indifferent about the situation. But inside he was very excited. He could not realize that he had seen something so arousing with such a beautiful, mature lady. I hope you liked! It will be interesting to learn what the real story was.
The worst part was that half the time, Kim didn’t even realize he was doing it. Avoiding the bathroom, holding his bladder as long as possible, had simply become a routine of his life. It had started long before he had transitioned, and had reason to avoid public restrooms. Denying himself, restricting himself- it was simply another way of granting himself control over his life. A way to achieve perfection. But now there was another half hour left in the work day and Kim’s leg was juddering desperately beneath his desk and he knew he was going to lose it. The sensation had stabbed him all at once in the midsection as he was working on his- and Harry’s- reports. An idle fidgeting became all too clear to himself as a last ditch effort to contain himself. The need he had ignored first hours ago was now a full-fledged demand that would not go ignored. But now there was nothing to be done about it. There were usually a couple windows of time where Kim could assure himself that nobody would be in the bathroom, but as they neared the end of the day, more and more would be making their last visits before the drive home. Kim would simply have to hold it, pretending to work late, and hope for the best. It would be fine. He’s done this before. He’s made it through tough situations and waited until the last possible second he would be fine. He crossed his legs tightly beneath the desk and snuck a hand between his thighs. Oh god, he was not going to be fine. He felt like he could feel the first betraying drops of piss pressing down his urethra now. He clenched desperately around it, his fingers finding his pants to press the seam into himself. He could just see it now, the heat spreading, trickling down his thighs, making a mess of the floor, making a mess of himself- Harry thunked down heavily in the chair in front of Kim’s desk, pulled around so the back of the chair was positioned artfully backwards. His brows were knitted together in that way where he knew something was wrong with Kim, but he couldn’t quite place all the pieces. It did the trick to snap Kim out of his own anxious spiral, but the momentary lapse of concentration had a small spurt jetting into his jeans. Kim’s tongue felt thick. “Wh- what?” Harry had said something, hadn’t he? “Are you okay?” Harry echoed, leaning over the back of his chair lightly to speak lowly to Kim. “I’m fine- I’m simply-” A million excuses flew through Kim’s mind, but they all fell flat to the floor as Kim felt another leak welling up. He clenched his jaw in abject desperation but it was useless, as he felt a slow trickle of fluid spreading through the fabric directly underneath his fingers. Kim made a soft, choked sound. “Kim?” Harry sounded concerned, now, his hands resting on the edge of Kim’s desk like he were ready to throw himself into action. “The bathroom,” Kim rasped. He needed to. He needed Harry’s help if he was going to get out of this. “I n-need you to- watch the door for me. Make sure no one comes in.” Harry looked bewildered, but Kim had diverted the last shreds of his concentration to containing his flood. Harry swung his head around to check the rest of the office for onlookers- none too conspicuously, mind you- before his attention was similarly placed on Kim’s predicament. He came around the desk to Kim’s side, flapping some incoherent word, but Kim didn’t have the time for it. He stood, slowly and shakily, and hobbled his way to the bathroom, Harry darting around him in anxious succession. It was torturous. He had to stop several times as his bladder threatened to let go again and again, but Kim knew he was running out of time. He couldn’t stop- anyone could come by at any time and he needed to move, now, before he got himself in a bigger mess. He finally made it to a stall, having left Harrier at the door to the communal space. He didn’t have the time or grip to spare closing the stall door- he wasn’t sure he even had enough to get his pants down. His privacy would just have to be sacrificed for what remained of his dignity. There was no way he was going to get out of this completely dry. He was just going to have to be quick. He took a few, quick breaths before pulling his hands free from their trap between his thighs. He unbuttoned his jeans and tore them down quickly as he began to leak sporadically, thick lines gushing down his thighs. He positioned himself quickly over the toilet bowl, gasping and pressing his hands into the stall walls, thighs trembling in his desperate, hissing release. The relief was delicious. It was orgasmic. Kim found himself moaning weakly, all the life wrung out of him. He panted in the last few haphazard dribbles, his bladder too exhausted to accurately judge when he was emptied. He waited a few moments longer, peering out cautiously to the bathroom as he headed to wash his hands. No one had entered- good. At least he had that much to himself. The damage to his pants was miniscule, but still disappointing. He’d be able to hide it, but not from himself. He knew what he’d done, how he’d shamefully lost precious control over himself. He stepped outside to face Harrier, finding the other more red-faced than usual. Harry’s voice cracked as he spoke, a nervous grin on his face. “Really had to go, huh?” “Hm,” was all Kim said, adjusting his glasses and heading back for his desk.
Several weeks ago there was a request for a walkthrough of this game by Arabes (originally released some months ago but updated more recently with some new content), and I decided to create a walkthrough in the form of a first-person story from each of the subjects. When that was done, I decided to convert the stories into a more readable and more dramatic form and post it here, for everyone else that doesn't read the comments on every game in the downloads section. In particular, I've removed awkward references to all of the non-climactic endings, and most importantly the last two scenarios have been merged into an even more thrilling single narrative from the perspectives of both girls at once. Please enjoy. - I'm Ria, and here's what happened to me at the fireworks festival. I wore a frilly white top and a black miniskirt, with kneesocks and black heels. When the train arrived I went straight from the station to the riverbank along with everyone. On the way I noticed I was pretty thirsty, so as soon as I got there I stopped by the beer stall. I found a nice spot on the riverbank to stand and watch the fireworks, and after enjoying it for a little while I was kinda getting thirsty again so I went back to that beer stall. Now I don't usually have quite so much to drink when I go out, especially something like beer since it always seems to, um, 'go right through me'. I guess I wasn't so worried about it that night since the bathroom was right there, so I decided it'd be fine to have another beer, and afterward I went right back to watching the fireworks. I stayed there for a while longer, just relaxing and enjoying the show and not even uncomfortable or worried about anything until out of nowhere I realized I, um, must have had too much to drink after all. I guess all that beer really did 'go right through me', and it totally, uh, 'snuck up on me' and, um, 'hit me' all at once. Because all of a sudden I really had to go to the bathroom. So I turned around and headed right for the bathroom over by the bridge, and when I got there I saw there was a big line. Those are the biggest bathrooms around and the closest to the river, and with everyone standing at the riverbank watching the fireworks and everything there was to drink, I maybe should have known that everyone would end up trying to use that bathroom. Maybe if I thought of that earlier I would have known not to count on that bathroom quite so much, because I really wasn't counting on a big line like that and I didn't really know if I could wait. So I hurried right past and went looking for another one. I sort of headed back toward the station, even though I was telling myself there had to be something at least a little closer. There was one in the lobby of an apartment building but there was a line there too, an even bigger one, and the whole time it was just getting worse and worse, so by then I really didn't think I could wait. I was most of the way to the station so I kept going, but all of a sudden I realized I couldn't hold it anymore! I didn't know what to do, I had to find something right away but there was nothing anywhere, just the apartments and a parking lot and this empty field. And, um, It was dark, and there was nobody over there. I didn't really want to, but I decided I really didn't have a choice. So I ran over to where it was darkest and I pulled my panties down to take a leak on the grass. Except before I could there was someone right behind me, so I squealed and ran a little to the north. It was just as dark there, so I started to pull down my panties but there he was again! I ran north again, yelling to 'stay away', but he was still right there! By that point I was bending forward and I couldn't even run anymore. I kept walking but I could tell it was too late, it was all over, there was nothing I could do about it. I was right near the crosswalk when it started coming out, and I couldn't stop it. All I could do was lean up against the wall and whimper a little, while I totally wet my panties! - I'm Moe, and this is what happened to me at the fireworks festival. I wore a long grey knit sweater and orange pants. Now when I got off the train I could tell I had to go to the bathroom, so I made a quick stop at the station before I headed over to the riverbank. I was just getting there when I saw all the food stalls and stuff and noticed I was pretty hungry, so I decided to get something to eat. There was this spicy hot dog stand and even though I wasn't quite sure about it since I'm not usually a big fan of spicy stuff they looked pretty tasty so I decided it'd be fine to give it a try. And it was tasty but it was, um, really really spicy too. I had to get something to drink right away, so I went to the fruit juice stand right next to it and got some juice and gulped it right down. Then I went to find a spot on the riverbank, but my mouth was still tingling and there was this other stand on the way that just said 'potion'. The drink there looked a little strange, but that spiciness was really powerful so I gave it a try too, and it didn't taste great but at least it seemed to help. So after that I found a spot and stood by the riverbank for a while, just relaxing and enjoying the fireworks, and everything was fine until eventually I started feeling a bit uncomfortable. At first I didn't think too much about it, but it started getting a little worse, and then kind of a lot worse, and I started to think I maybe had a little too much to drink. I still couldn't quite believe it, since I just went to the bathroom at the station, and I just thought I couldn't possibly have to go again so soon. But it just kept getting worse and worse, until it was just impossible to ignore, and I finally had to admit that I already had to go to the bathroom again. Afterward I started to think maybe that 'potion' stuff I drank had something to do with it, like maybe it was a diuretic or something. But right then I wasn't thinking about that at all, because all I could think about was finding a bathroom. I looked around and saw a portable toilet right there across the train tracks, and I headed over there, but then I saw it had a super big line. So I decided to use the bathroom at the park instead, and I knew I had to hurry because it was still getting even worse. I never expected I'd have to go again so soon, and I never would have imagined it could get so bad so fast, so I guess I maybe waited a little too long and got myself in trouble. Anyway, I was almost at the park when it started getting really bad and I had to keep telling myself 'just a little more' until I got there. If only there were just a couple girls in line I could have waited my turn and I could have just barely made it. But there was a big line there too! I heard afterward that nobody could get into that portable toilet by the train tracks for like an hour or something, so everyone that didn't want to wait in line there ended up waiting in line at the park instead. Except I couldn't wait in a line like that, I had to go so bad I just knew I couldn't wait at all. As soon as I saw that line I realized all at once I wasn't gonna make it, I couldn't hold it, I absolutely had to go right now, or I was absolutely gonna have an accident! So I kept going right past the line and out the other side of the bathroom and around behind it by the fence. I was just pulling down my pants, all ready to take a leak on the ground right there, except just then someone came up right there behind me, so I jumped up and screamed to stay back. And then it was coming out and I couldn't stop it, I couldn't hold it, I couldn't do anything but stand there against the wall, and I totally wet my pants! - I'm Hikari, and here's how it went for me at the fireworks festival. To start with, I missed the usual train and ended up running late so I didn't know if I'd make it in time to watch much of anything. Oh right, I was wearing a striped sweater and a miniskirt over black tights. Anyway, when the next train arrived I went straight to the riverbank and made it there in time to watch what was left of the fireworks. Then after just a little while I noticed I kinda needed the restroom. I could have just gone when I was waiting for the train earlier, but I guess I wasn't even really thinking about it. Anyway, I didn't want to leave so soon after I got there, and besides I could see there was a bathroom right nearby and I didn't really have to go too bad or anything so I decided to keep watching the fireworks a little more. But it's just, it kept getting worse, and I kept waiting until, um, it got even worse, and eventually I realized I really couldn't put it off any longer. So I went right over to the bathroom, except it turned out there was a big line there and since I'd already been waiting a while I really didn't want to have to wait in line so I kept going, looking around for another restroom. I didn't really have any idea where to find one, so I just headed back toward the station. I ended up finding one in the lobby of this apartment building but it had a big line too and by then I'd been waiting so long I knew I couldn't wait there either. I had to find something else, and I was starting to think I might really be in trouble, and that's when I noticed this guy that looked like a local so I stopped and asked him if he knew about any other bathrooms nearby. He could have just told me about the park nearby with the bathroom that usually just has a little line, and I could have hurried right over and made it in time. Or if I hadn't even seen him I would have ended up there too, since I sort of remembered seeing that park from the train anyway. At least he didn't just stand there keeping me waiting, while it kept getting even worse until I went back to looking for myself. Then I'd just have ended up back at the station, and if there was any kind of line at all I might have ended up wetting my tights right outside the stall. But what he told me was that there's a convenience store right there at the corner. That sounded just perfect, so I hurried over and when I got there it looked just perfect too. I mean, by that point I had to go really bad but there were only a few girls in line, so I thought it wouldn't take too long and I could make it just fine. Except it's just, there was this girl in line right in front of me wearing these super skinny jeans, and she had to go really really bad. I mean, like, she couldn't keep still, she couldn't even stand up straight, I was actually getting kinda worried for her right up until she went into the stall. But just when it looked like she was safe and she made it after all, I heard her scream, like 'Oh, oh no, it's coming out!' I guess her skinny jeans got stuck or something and she couldn't get them down, so she ended up totally wetting her pants. We actually got to chatting on the train afterward and she told me all about it and everything else that happened. Her name is Shiori, and she was supposed to go to the fireworks with this guy but he never showed up. And she thought he texted her to wait but it was actually a mistake or something. So, uh, as for me, after a while I'd pretty much figured out what happened to that girl and realized she couldn't really come out like that, and by then I really couldn't wait any longer either. It felt like I was about to have an accident any second, and I knew my only chance was to try to make it back to the station. So I started over that way but I, uh, I didn't even make it halfway. Right next to the parking lot all of a sudden I just couldn't hold it any longer, and I just dropped to my knees and totally wet my tights! - I'm Shiori, and this is how my night at the fireworks festival turned out. I got there at about 1830 and headed from the parking lot over to the riverbank. I was wearing a white frilly blouse and my favorite super stylish, super tight skinny jeans. So I found a place by the riverbank and watched the fireworks for a while, and then at around 1935 I started to wonder where Suguru was and what was taking him so long. We were supposed to meet up at the festival, and even though we didn't really have a set time or anything I was getting impatient, so after a few more minutes I decided to text him. He replied right away, and said he got sidetracked at the bookstore with some kind of rare book. He gets like that sometimes, I don't really mind. Anyway, I was kinda looking forward to watching the fireworks together, but I figured it'd be fine to just meet up there instead. And that way I could stop by the bathroom on the way to the bookstore too, since I kinda had to go. Except when I offered to head over there, the reply I got said he was almost done and on the way here. I let him know where I was, near the hot dog stand, and Suguru said not to go anywhere. Except it wasn't him. It turns out he meant to tell me to come over like I expected, but I guess the texts got messed up somehow. I still don't have any idea how that's even possible. There's even a cell tower right there, over between the food stalls and the bathroom. Maybe something went wrong with it? Well anyway, whatever happened, I ended up waiting for him there on the riverbank. And I kept waiting, and waiting, until I was getting pretty impatient and really uncomfortable. Because the whole time I was waiting it was just getting worse and worse, until I really had to go, and I guess knowing I couldn't just go made me notice it even more or something. I tried texting Suguru a few more times to ask if he was still coming and where he was, but I got nothing back. I didn't really want to just leave after I told him I'd wait, but eventually I just had to go so bad I realized I really couldn't keep waiting. My jeans were starting to feel even tighter than usual, and I couldn't stop squirming, so I sent one last text apologizing and letting him know and then I finally left and headed to the bathroom. As soon as I got there I saw there was a big line, and after how long I already waited I really couldn't wait in a line that long. But I remembered the convenience store just down the street so I headed over there, and the whole way it kept getting even worse. Standing at the crosswalk I had to go so bad I could hardly believe it, I was like totally squirming nonstop and I couldn't even stand up straight. When I got to the convenience store there were a few girls waiting for the bathroom and I had to line up with them. By now I actually wasn't sure if I was gonna make it through even a little line like that, but I was absolutely sure I wasn't gonna make it anywhere else so I really didn't have a choice. I was squirming so much it must have been totally obvious, but I so far beyond caring about any of that, I could hardly even think about anything besides holding it just a bit longer. Then it was my turn and I was so relieved when I made it into the stall. After holding it and holding it and holding it for so long I was so glad I could finally sit down and just let go. Except... my jeans were stuck. I tried to unzip them but I couldn't, they wouldn't even budge. And... I was already letting go. I tried to stop it but I couldn't, it was coming out and there was nothing I could do about it. I just screamed and stood there and I totally wet my pants! - I'm Yuuna, and here's how everything went for me at the fireworks festival. The riverbank is just right down the street so I got going a little while before the show started. I was wearing a puffy white blouse and loose pleated pants. I got to the riverbank and for a while I just stood there enjoying the fireworks and everything was fine. It was after about an hour or so that I started getting a little uncomfortable, and then after a few more minutes I decided it was about time for a bathroom visit. The portable toilet near the train tracks was closest, but when I got there I saw it had a big line so I decided to go over to the park instead since it normally never has much of a line. Except that night there was a way bigger line than usual. I heard there was something wrong with the portable toilet and nobody could use it for a while before I got there, and I guess everyone else that saw what that line looked like ended up doing the same thing I did, so they were all in line at the park when I got there. Anyway, by that point I was really getting pretty uncomfortable and I didn't think I could risk waiting in a line like that, so I headed back across the tracks toward the apartment building lobby. And of course the whole time it was just getting even worse and I was just getting even more uncomfortable, and I was getting really worried about how long I could wait. And of course when I got to the apartment lobby the line there was just huge, and by then I just knew I couldn't afford to wait in line. I was starting to think that every bathroom in town must be super crowded, and what's worse I, um, wasn't quite sure if I could make it to any of them. The station and the convenience store weren't too far away, but I didn't know which one to pick and if I picked the wrong one I just knew it'd be all over. I was trying to decide which when I sort of realized the parking lot was right there, so, um... Oh! I mean, normally I would never even think about doing something like that but, well... it was an emergency... so I decided I, uh, really didn't have much of a choice. There was a car right there I could hide behind, and nobody could see or anything, and it looked just perfect to just pull down my pants and, um... 'take a leak'. But just when I'd made up my mind, this girl in a denim miniskirt ran right up and squatted behind that car and started taking a leak herself! She came from the direction of the convenience store, so I guess there really was a line that that girl must have been waiting in line when she decided she couldn't wait any longer. And when I saw her pull down her panties like that and just 'let go'... the sight of it, and especially the sound... it almost made me 'let go' too! So I turned and ran - or at least, uh, hurried - as fast as I could. I was way past even thinking about looking for a bathroom. I could already feel it happening, I could tell I was just about to completely let go any second! I had to at least find somewhere to pull down my pants before it happened, and there was this empty field right behind the apartments. It was even more exposed than the parking lot, but at least it was too dark for anyone to see, and anyway I absolutely didn't have any other choice. So I started to squat down, but... before I could even pull down my pants somebody came up right behind me, and I just squealed and ran away... but I only made it a few steps before... it happened. It just started coming out, and I just couldn't stop it, and I totally wet my pants! - I'm Minori, and here's what ended up happening to me at the fireworks festival. I was wearing a t-shirt with a plaid jacket and a denim skirt. When I got there and went straight from the parking lot to the riverbank to watch the fireworks. After a while I started getting thirsty to I went to get a drink. There was a juice stand right nearby but I wasn't really in the mood for juice so I went to the other drinks stand all the way at the end and got a Ramune. They had iced tea too and it looked pretty good, but I still remembered what happened last week and decided not to take the chance. Anyway, I went back to watching the fireworks and everything was for a while longer, until I started getting kind of uncomfortable. It was already pretty late by then and almost time to leave anyway, so I decided I could just stop for a quick bathroom visit on my way back to the car. I kept watching just a little longer and headed over to the bathrooms by the riverbank, near the bridge, except I guess just about everyone else had the same idea I did because there was a really big line. So then I remembered seeing a convenience store right by the parking lot and decided to go back there instead. On the way there I noticed it was kinda getting worse, and while I waited at the crosswalk I was getting a little more uncomfortable and kinda starting to squirm a little. I got to the convenience store and there was a line there too, but it wasn't too bad and I didn't really have much of a choice since I didn't know anywhere else that might have a bathroom so I got in line and just hoped it wouldn't keep getting even worse. I was really glad I didn't take a chance on that iced tea earlier because it always seems to send things into 'overdrive', just like what happened last week. Still, I was really uncomfortable and kinda squirming pretty bad by then, although the girl in line in front of me looked even more uncomfortable. She was wearing these super tight jeans and squirming constantly, and watching her all bent over like that really wasn't making it any easier for me to keep holding it. It was getting so much worse and I was squirming so bad by the time that girl made it into the bathroom that all I could think was how it'd be my turn next and I could finally get in there and sit down and get some relief. But as soon as she closed the door I heard her scream, and even though I couldn't really make out what it was I had a really bad feeling about what it meant. Then when she didn't come out after a few minutes I realized she might not come out at all and I knew I couldn't just wait for her, so I left. The thing is, I didn't know where any other bathrooms might be, and I couldn't just go looking for one. I was already just about out of time, I didn't know what else to do but if I didn't do something I knew just what was going to happen. All I could think of was, uh... going behind the car... I mean, normally I would never just 'take a leak' in a parking lot like that! But it was an absolute emergency, I was just about to have an accident in the parking lot! At least that way I could keep my panties dry. So I got there and looked around and I didn't see anybody. I was all ready to just pull my panties down and let go on the pavement, when the lights on the next car over suddenly turned on, and I saw someone inside! I hurried away before they could get a good look at me but by that point I could barely even walk. And I still had no idea where else I could go, so I just sort of staggered into this alley, with some grass and a couple bushes. I was absolutely out of time and all ready to just pull down my panties and completely let loose. But right then the lights of the house next to me came on, and someone shouted out the window. It was this old guy and he was all 'what are you doing in my garden', and all I could say was 'I'm sorry' again and again, and when he kept yelling I just said, 'I gotta pee...' and then finally 'I can't hold it!' And I really couldn't hold it... I couldn't believe it, but I couldn't do anything about it, and it all came pouring out in like an enormous flood... and I... I just... I totally wet my panties! - I'm Ruruka! And this is what happened when I was filming my "Fireworks Festival Report". I was wearing my costume with the strappy black top and the white shorts with a half-skirt attached, and the black knee socks. Now the director was supposed to meet me there at the station, but he never showed up, and after the last train arrived and he wasn't on it, I realized I was gonna have to figure something else out. So I saw this guy with what looked like a really nice camera, and after I explained things he agreed to come with me around the festival to help out. I had some ideas in mind about what segments to do before we got to the main event by the riverbank, but I let him decide which ones to do and in what order. We started with the movie theater by the station. It was already closed so I couldn't say that much about it, but after I finished the segment and the camera was off I kinda mentioned about that time my friend was on a date at that movie theater when she kinda wet her panties. I was just going on about how embarrassing something like that would be, and I ended up saying something like 'I'm an adult and I can hold it as long as I need to'. If only I hadn't said that part... Uh, anyway, next we went over to do a quick segment at the park nearby. I started off with how it'd be a nice place for a date, and then I had to correct that to a 'date with everyone', since I'm an idol and of course I don't have a boyfriend or anything. Then I pointed out the bathroom, and I had to add that of course I don't have to go to the bathroom or anything since I'm an idol. If only I hadn't said that part either... So, uh, next up was the riverbank where the crowds were, and I did some segments on all the food stalls and everything. First there was the fruit juice stall, and I ended up having some juice myself when he suggested it. I wasn't really thinking about it too much at the time, but I maybe should have planned ahead a little better... Next we went to the spicy hot dog stall that was right next to that one. I don't usually like spicy things that much, but it looked pretty good and I decided to give it a try anyway. Turns out it really was super spicy and I totally couldn't finish the whole thing. I guess I really shouldn't have tried it after all, especially not after the juice stall, since I wasn't really planning to have anything else to drink. Because, um, the next place we stopped was at the beer stall, and my mouth was still all tingly after that spicy hot dog, so... I got a beer anyway. I especially wasn't planning on having something like beer, and I... I really should have known better. Anyway, it was still kinda crowded and pretty noisy so instead of jumping right into the main fireworks segment we went over to the bathrooms by the bridge. I mentioned how it's always real busy during the fireworks festival, and how there was already a big line, and how it'd be easier to just wait until the line cleared out. If only I hadn't said quite so much about it... Because after that we just went back and forth for a while checking out good spots by the riverbank to do the main segment, and I was, um, getting a little uncomfortable. I guess it was kind of inevitable after how much I had to drink... So I asked if we could take a break, but the cameraman - I think his name was like Ken something? - well, he pointed out we hadn't done the main segment yet and if we waited too long the fireworks would be over. So we kept at it, getting ready and everything, and after a little while longer I was getting a lot more uncomfortable. Maybe if I just had some juice it wouldn't be that bad, and even if I had a beer it wouldn't be quite so bad... So I asked again, and this time I admitted I kinda needed to use the restroom. He just reminded me of that thing I said earlier about not having to go to the bathroom because I'm an idol, and since it was all on camera I'd have to do like an 'apology video' if I ended up 'betraying the viewers' trust' like that. So I just said 'Ruruna doesn't have to go to the bathroom', even though by then I really did have to go pretty bad. I guess it was like the juice filled me up and then the beer, uh, 'flushed me out' so that it all ended up, um, 'going right through me'. It was just getting worse and worse, and after a while I spoke up again and admitted I really did have to use the restroom after all, and even offered to do that apology video. But the Ken guy reminded me of what I said in the segment at the bathroom and how it'd be better to wait until that line was gone instead of having to waste time waiting in line. And I went along with it, and I just kept holding it, even though by now I had to go really bad and it was still getting even worse! This time when I admitted it he reminded me of what I said after the segment at the theater, about how an adult could always hold it, and he was even kinda teasing me about whether I'm an adult that can hold it or a little kid that was about to have an accident. If only I hadn't said any of those things... then he never could have convinced me to keep holding it and I could have just run off to the nearest bathroom. But instead I just kept holding it, while it just kept getting worse, until finally we were all ready for the main segment. And by then I had to go so, so bad I could hardly stand it. I could hardly keep still for a second, I could barely talk, I couldn't even think straight! It must have been totally obvious, and I must have looked totally ridiculous, stumbling over every line and squirming nonstop like that. There was a little lull in the middle of the segment where I was supposed to just stand and watch the fireworks, and I was trying as hard as I could to keep still when it suddenly hit me, all at once like an enormous wave, and all I could think was... 'I can't hold it'. I whispered to stop the camera, and I looked around for somewhere to go, anywhere! It was an absolute emergency, and I just didn't have a choice but to duck behind something and just pull down my shorts and let loose on the ground. But there was nothing. Even the road with the little bridge was all the way at the other end of the riverbank, and we were over by the train tracks and completely out in the open. I could feel it happening, I could feel it starting to come out, and I... I couldn't stop it. I just couldn't hold it anymore, I couldn't do anything about it at all... I just sank to my knees, and I totally wet my costume on camera! - / I'm Bibi, And I'm Mimino, And this is what happened at yoga class on the night of the fireworks festival. Now I'm the instructor, so I had to get going pretty early to get everything set up, and I reached the apartment building with the studio at just about the same time as Mimino. I took the train there, and when it arrived I got off and went to the station bathroom to take a quick break. But there was someone else already in the stall, and I didn't want to be late so I figured I could just use the bathroom at the yoga studio before class started. We met up outside the lobby and said hi in the elevator, and I went to the locker room while Mimino went over to the bathroom. I thought I'd just use the bathroom and then get changed, but I guess someone was in there because the door wouldn't open, so I decided to get changed first instead. I got changed from my sportcoat and denim short shorts into my yoga outfit with the white tank top and grey shorts, and I noticed the water cooler in the studio lobby was working again. And I was kinda thirsty so I had a nice big drink of water before class started. I hurried and got changed from my tan jacket and pink dress into my tights and shorts and sports bra, and I went back to the bathroom. It was still closed and whoever was in there wasn't coming out, and after waiting I was starting to get annoyed and tried calling to them. But then it was already time for class to start so I decided I was just gonna have to wait until the break. Mimino and everyone else came into the studio and I got class started. We were warming up with some basic poses when this girl in a costume like an idol singer or something came into the lobby and started talking to the receptionist about doing a segment on the yoga class for some sort of report. We've been looking for ways to generate publicity and maybe improve attendance, so this seemed like a great opportunity, and the receptionist said it was fine as long as they didn't interfere with class or anything. I heard it too, and I thought it seemed pretty interesting, especially the thought of maybe getting to see myself on TV or something. But the thing is, I wasn't really paying quite so much attention just then because I still had to go to the bathroom and it was getting really uncomfortable and kinda distracting. Uh-huh, I was starting to have to go too. I guess I maybe had a little too much to drink earlier. It wasn't that bad or anything, but it was about time to take a break anyway so I called for one and went out to the lobby, and Mimino hurried out in front of me. By then I really had to go. All through class it had just been getting worse and worse and I really didn't want to have to wait any longer. So I got to the bathroom door along with Bibi, but it still wouldn't open! I could hardly believe there was someone in there again. I tried calling out like before but it was no use, and I was starting to think it might just be broken or something. I thought it was a little weird too, and I was getting kind of uncomfortable and a bit worried, but more for Mimino since she was in way worse shape than me. Oh I know, I was all squirming and crossing my legs I had to go so bad, and if I couldn't use the bathroom I didn't know what else I was gonna do, and then before I knew it the break was over. By then I had to go pretty bad too, but I couldn't just keep everyone else waiting so I had to get class started, and I was just gonna have to hold it. We went back inside and started doing poses again, and I realized I was gonna have to keep holding it until the end of class. All I could think was like 'I really hope I can hold it'. I was mostly concentrating on trying not to let it show, telling myself 'I can hold it, I can hold it' and just making sure to keep still. And Mimino had it so much worse that she kinda, um, couldn't. I was trying my best not to be too obvious about it, but no matter what I did I just couldn't seem to stop squirming, and I was just about sure that everybody in class could tell. I know, I could totally tell from where I was at the front, even though I was pretty distracted by then since I really had to go too. And near the end of class we do some of the more complicated and, uh, strenuous poses, and that was making it even worse. Especially the ones where I had to bend way over or, like, spread my legs all the way apart. Oh, totally! It was so bad I couldn't stop thinking 'gotta go... gotta go... gotta go...', and I was even starting to think if it kept getting any worse I was just gonna have to run out of class and go downstairs or something. Except, just about then, the report started. It was that idol singer girl from earlier. She came in and started doing her report and her camera guy started recording, and as soon as I saw that I knew I had to be extra extra sure to keep still. And sure, we could really use the publicity and all, but that was just a really bad time for it. It was the worst possible time! See, I always put my yoga mat in the front row, so when the idol girl came in she was standing right next to me, and her camera was pretty much pointed right at me. I know I wanted to see myself on TV but... not like that, not when I had to go like that! I had to go so, so bad I couldn't keep still at all, I couldn't stop squirming for a second, and the whole time it must have been totally obvious. Everyone watching must have been like 'that little tiny girl there, squirming around like crazy, she looks just like a little kid that's just about to have a huge accident'. By then I was hardly even paying attention to much of anything, mostly still just trying to keep still and thinking about how class was almost over, telling myself 'just a little bit longer'. Me too, and I was counting down the minutes until class was over and I'd be safe, even though it felt like it might start coming out any second. I had to go worse than ever, and I was totally ready to just run out of class, but with the camera rolling like that I just couldn't! It was bad enough for everyone watching to see me like that, I absolutely couldn't stand to be 'that tiny little girl that couldn't hold it and had to run out of yoga class before she had a huge accident'. I just didn't have a choice but to keep holding it, so I just told myself it was almost over, that there were only two poses left. Except... they were the very worst ones. They're both, like, squatting poses. The side lunge and, um... the 'garland pose'. The first one was bad enough, I could barely stretch my leg out at all, and my other leg was pressing right into me, like right there. And then... the other one... As soon as I shifted over into the full squat, it happened. I could feel it happening, it was coming out! I screamed and grabbed myself down there, but... I couldn't do anything to stop it... I couldn't hold it... and right there, right in front of the whole class, and even the camera... I totally wet my yoga pants!! It was just so awful. It went on and on and on, pouring out, completely flooding her pants and soaking right through her shorts and drenching her yoga mat. I went over to her but there wasn't anything I could really do besides stand there and watch along with everybody else. Uh, eventually the idol girl said to turn off the camera, at least. Anyway, when it was finally finished poor Mimino collapsed and plopped down in her puddle. I apologized over and over, for not noticing, and for... well, for not helping somehow. I told her to go get changed, and I got out a towel and started to clean up. But the thing is, I still really had to go too! I'd been holding it just about the whole class, so it was getting really, really bad, and the bathroom was crowded like always. I guess I was kinda counting on going right to the bathroom as soon as class was over, and now that I couldn't I was in really big trouble. I had to go so, so bad I was starting to get worried I might, uh... end up making a big puddle of my own. But then I got to thinking, would that even be so bad? Since, well, there was already a puddle, and I was already cleaning it up, and then I was just going to get changed. The yoga mat was ruined either way, and besides, cleaning up a bigger puddle wouldn't really be much harder or anything. And most of all, it was way better than having to risk making another puddle somewhere else. The only thing was, the idol girl and her camera guy were both still sanding around, and it looked like they weren't about to leave. I couldn't just pull my shorts down right in front of them, or even pull them to the side or anything, so I came up with an idea. I stretched out to part of the floor next to the wall, and then while pulling back I just sort of let my feet slip out from under me so I plopped down on my butt right on the soaking wet yoga mat. Now my shorts were all soaked too, so I made some, like, complaining noises and I, um, let go. It kept coming out for a while, so I kept moaning and complaining about being all wet and stuff, even though at the same time I was totally wetting my shorts. But at least I got away with it, and afterward I just finished cleaning up and went to get changed.
This story idea was suggested by @Kingofkong. Also here's another first for me. This story is gonna have multiple parts. Here is the first one. Part 1: Sampling the Chuckola Reserve "Ahh,Welcome to Mother Chuckola,dear princess!" Bubbles the soda maker said. "Thanks for the warm welcome. Mister bubbles." Princess Peach said,with her advisor toadsworth walking right behind her. "I'm happy you took the time to come visit. I've been working very hard on the latest blend of Chuckola reserve." Bubbles said while spinning around. "It's a shame that the mustachioed ones aren't here. i would've liked to see them have a taste of this too. "I find it rather concerning that Master Mario and Master Luigi didn't tag along. What if that ruffian bowser comes over to kidnap you,your highness. Or what if someone else tries to-" "Toadsworth,please calm down. Everything will be fine. Mario and Luigi deserve some time off after everything they've done for us." Peach said. "Bubbles opened a door and motioned for the princess and the old toad to follow him.Soon enough,they arrived at a room,with a barrel in the center. The barrel was shaking uncontrollably,causing a feeling of dread to go through Toadsworth's body. "You do not need to panic,that's just the soda brewing. It needs to have a steady stream of good jokes." Bubbles said. "Good jokes?" Peach repeated. Bubbles approached the barrel and crouched down. "What do you say to a soda when you want it to stop? Put a cork in it!" Bubbles said. The barrel began shaking,almost as if it was laughing. "What does a lawyer say when they've completed they job? Cassis closed!" The barrel shook again. Princess Peach and Toadsworth just watched in confusion. "Please take a seat your highness. The reserve will be ready after i give this barrel a...pop quiz." The barrel shook again. Peach and Toadsworth merely smiled sheepishly and did as the soda maker told. "I really hope that thing is as harmless as he claims." Toadsworth days. "Toadsworth. You worry too much." Peach said. However,Toadsworth's constant worries did make Peach wonder about Mario and Luigi. Made her wonder things like...What could they be doing now? ———————————————————————-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Here we go bro! I brought us some-a Coffee blends. Straight from-a E.Gadd himself." Luigi said as he placed the Coffee on the table. Mario rubbed his hands together and grabbed one of the cups. He then chugged it down hastily. "Woah,slow down there bro. We don't want you to get sick with-a Bean Fever again." Luigi said. Mario raised an eyebrow and looked at Luigi. "I know the doctor said that it only applies to foods you aren't-a used to..but still. Take it easy bro." Luigi said. Mario nodded and put the cup down. He looked around and admired the sight of the village,before getting bored of that and finishing his cup of coffee. "How do you think the Princess and-a Toadsworth are doing?" Luigi asked. Mario placed the back of his hand on his forehead and made an exaggerated panic expression. "Yeah,i can imagine him being worried. Still,the princess can defend herself,no?" Luigi said. Mario nodded proudly. Despite how often she got kidnapped,Peach has proven multiple times that she can be dangerous when she wants to. "Do you want to join up with them at Mother Chuckola after this? I've been-a wanting to get some more of that cola again. And it's-a getting kinda boring here..." Luigi said. Mario gave Luigi a thumbs up and waited for him to finish his blend. The bros then left the table and began heading for the exit of the village. "Oh! Oh! Wait! How about-a we make a stop by the shop first? It seems they're-a having a discount!" Luigi said. Mario stroked his mustache and smiled. "Yeah,kinda funny that they lower the price based off-a your mustache. But im-a not complaining." Luigi said as the two entered the store. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Here you go princess. And here is one for you,good sir." Bubbles said as he placed a bottle of Chuckola Cola in the middle of the table. With two glasses near it. "We've made this Chuckola with some new ingredients. Ingredients that are bound to boost your mood and your energy. We hope you enjoy it." Bubbles said with a bow. "Thank you,Mr. Bubbles." Peach said as the founder of the cola then spun and danced his way out of the room. Leaving both Peach and toadsworth alone. "Quite the eccentric fellow,isn't he?" Toadsworth said. Peach didn't respond and instead she grabbed the bottle and poured it into the glass in front of her. She then waited for Toadsworth to do the same. It took a while as the old toad was hesitating,but eventually he filled his glass. With a toast,the two then took a sip from their drink...or atleast Peach did,with Toadsworth once again hesitating for a moment. "Hmm....This is delicious! I can already feel the happiness coursing through me. Hehehe~" Peach said with a bright smile. Toadsworth finished his sip and took a look at the glass. "Hmm..it tastes good atleast. Still,we should be careful or else-" Toadsworth stopped his sentence as he saw Peach pouring herself another full glass. "P-Princess? Try not to have too much of that! It could have alcohol in it for all we know." Toadsworth said. Peach took a large sip of her glass and looked back at toadsworth. "C'mon Toadsworth. Bubbles would've told us before hand,right?" Peach said. While the drink may not have any alcohol,with how happy she seemed and with how red her face was now. You'd be forgiven for assuming she might've gotten a bit tipsy from this drink. Eventually,Bubbles returned to check up on the two. "Are you enjoying the drinks,your highness?" Bubbles asked. "It's delicious! I really enjoyed it." Peach said with a smile. "I can tell,most of the bottle seems to be empty." Bubbles joked. "What have you put inside that drink?" Toadsworth asked with a worried look. "Oh! Why i'm glad you asked! i was thinking of giving you a tour on how the Chuckola Cola came to be. Would you like to tag along?" "Sounds educational. I'll gladly do so." Peach said. "But princess,what about the meeting with Queen Bean?" Toadsworth asked. "That will be tonight Toadsworth,we've got plenty of time." Peach replied. With her mind having been made up,she and her advisor followed the owner out of the room. Peach still had a bright smile on her face thanks to the cola. Bubbles jumped inside a Warp Pipe and the princess followed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "It was quite the different era back then. An era that wasn't known for all the laughter and good times we have today." Bubbles said as he showed the Princess and the old toad a picture he had taken long ago. Peach and Toadsworth listened while the owner of the reserve rambled on about his past. Peach looked around. They were currently in a cavern with multiple artifacts. All no doubt from the era Bubbles is rambling on about right now. The one that particularly caught her attention was the mini-fountain that was gushing out Chuckola Cola. "Ahh,i see you're interested in the Chuckola fountain." "Yeah,it looks pretty cute." Princess Peach said. "Yeah. It isn't as grand as the newer models,but it makes me feel pretty nostalgic. See back when i made this,there wasn't..." Bubbles continued to talk. Peach listened but kept glancing back at the fountain. It was making Bubbles feel nostalgic,but it was making Peach feel something else. Something more....uncomfortable. Peach looked down and realized she was shifting her legs a little. She had been so focused on the stuff Bubbles was saying that she hadn't noticed her bladder was filling up. No doubt thanks to the chuckola reserve she drank earlier. "Princess?" Peach stopped her train of thought and looked at Toadsworth,who was standing near a door. Peach quickly realized that Bubbles had left the area and Toadsworth was urging her to follow him. Peach quickly approached toadsworth and the two followed Bubbles into another part of the cavern. "And over here,we have have a picture of our when we served the first cup to our highness. She felt so much joy and energy upon drinking it." Bubbles said as he spun around. Peach kept her eyes glued on the picture,but her mind kept going back to her bladder. Now that she had noticed the pressure,it seemed determined to let it's presence be known. Peach ignored it and went back to focusing on the painting. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Mamamia. Did it get hotter all of the sudden?" Luigi asked as he wiped sweat of his forehead. Mario seemed completely unfazed however. He pointed at the scarf Luigi had bought. "It-a goes with everything,bro!" Luigi said with a smile. Mario chuckled and went back to looking ahead of him. "I can't wait to reach Mother Chuckola. I wonder if Peach and-a Toadsworth have gotten a taste of it." Luigi asked. "Oh Mon dieu! Is zat ze Mario Brothers?" a familiar voice said. The bros turned around and saw two beanish people standing in front of them. "Cork! Cask! It's-a been a while!" Luigi said. "Fancy meeting ze two of you here. What brings ze saviours of ze Bean Bean Kingdom here?" Cork asked. "Me and Mario were on our way to Mother Chuckola." Luigi replied. "Ah! You wish to sample ze reserve again? Me and Cork were just fetching some ingredients for ze latest blend of chuckola." Cask said. Mario pointed at the two and then pointed at the road ahead of them. "Bien Sur! We will gladly come along with you two!" Cork answered. With that,the two pair of brothers made their way through the forest and towards mother Chuckola. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Next up,we are gonna show you the process of use making the soda!" Bubbles said. Peach followed closely behind,but she was struggling to pay attention. She must've REALLY gone overboard with the Soda. It hadn't been that long and yet with each step she took,she could feel a wave of pressure going through her body. While the two old men were facing away from,Peach pressed her hands against her dress in an attempt to ease the pressure. But none of it did her any good. "Princess? Are you okay?" Toadsworth asked. Snapping Princess Peach out of her thoughts. "Y-Yeah. I'm fine Toadsworth." Princess Peach said. Toadsworth stared at her for a bit longer. "You seem to be sweating." He remarked. "Oh uh...i just feel a little warm." Peach said. "Oh! Would you like me to get you another sample of our finest beverages?" Bubbles asked. "N-no thanks. I'm good." Peach said. Bubbles nodded and continued talking. "Next,we take the fruits and put them in this machine over here." Bubbles said as he grabbed some fruit and stuffed them inside a cone. He then pressed the button and the machine began squeezing juice out of the fruit. The sight of the liquid filling the cup made Peach even more nervous. "Ignore it...ignore it..." Peach thought to herself as she tried to pay attention to anything other than the liquid. Soon the sound of splashing liquid stopped and bubbles grabbed the cup. "Once that's done,we take the cup and add the following ingredients." Bubbles said. Peach shifted uncomfortably and tried to look around. Unfortunately,there was nothing in the cave to help her take her mind off the increasing pressure in her abdomen. She let out a moan,but quickly covered her mouth. She looked at the two old men,but neither of them seemed to have heard her. "Oh,i hope we return to the surface soon." Peach said with blush. ————————————————---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Ah, magnifique! We've arrived at Château de Chucklehuck!" Cork said. With Cask and the Mario Bros following right behind. Up ahead in the distance was the entrance to the aforementioned Chateau. "Please,Come zis way! We've done some renovating since ze last time you guys visited! Cask said. The pair of bros briskly walked towards the entrance and went inside the Chateau. Upon entering they were immediately greeted by sight of a maze of barrels. Just like last time,but this time there seemed to be more. "Alright,if you could just follow us zis way..." Cork said. "Attendez,Cork. I don't think zat is ze right way. We need to go over here." Cask said. "Hmm...i could've sworn we had to go over zere..." Cork said. The Mario bros watched the two siblings debating which way to go with a sweatdrop sliding down their face. ————————————————————————----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A pipe came out of the ground and Bubbles jumped out of it and landed on his feet with a pose. Both Peach and Toadsworth carefully exited the pipe,although Peach seemed to be struggling more than toadsworth. "Ah,here we are. Chateau de Chucklehuck!" Bubbles said. "As you can see,this place is filled with barrels. All of which contain several flavors of our Chuckola Cola." Bubbles pointed to a path between a stack of barrels. "We have so many barrels we've even managed to make a maze out of it for the visitors." Bubbles said. "That sounds dangerous...." Toadsworth said. Peach stood behind him,clutching the front of her dress. It took every bit of strength in her body to fight back the urge shuffle around to try and ease the pressure. The pressure was now constant and every step she took made her clench her teeth. "As long as you two follow me,we shouldn't have to worry about you two getting lost." Bubbles said. With that,the two followed the cosplaying old man into the barrel maze. Peach took some deep breaths,praying they could soon exit the maze and find a bathroom if possible. "Non,Cork. We're going ze right way,i promise!" A voice said. Peach snapped out of her thoughts and looked around. She could see some shapes moving between the barrels,but she wasn't able to make out who was on the other side. She did see red and green,But she doubted the voice belong to the Mario Bros. "Unless Mario and Luigi started taking french lessons..." Peach thought to herself. She gritted her teeth again as another twinge went through her body,urging her to exit the maze as fast as possible. "Excuse,Mr bub...bles?" Her voice trailed. Neither Bubbles nor Toadsworth was near her. "Oh no! Oh no! Did i wander too far?" Peach said with worry. Another strain went through her body. This time,she couldn't take it anymore and jammed both hands on her crotch. She crossed her legs and looked around. On one hand,she was thankful nobody was looking at her. On the other hand,this meant she now had to find the exit on her own. She took a deep breath and began speed walking through the barrel. Not stopping to think and taking whatever path happened to be closest to her. She felt a twinge with every step,urging her to walk faster until she eventually started running. Sweat ran down her face and her teeth were now bared as she tried her hardest to hold back to flood that was threatening to burst out of her bladder. She went through several paths,some leading to dead ends and some leading her right back to where she was at first. Or at least it felt like so. Peach got increasingly more distressed until she saw another path up ahead. and this one had a light up ahead. She took a moment to cross her legs tighter and then bolted towards the light. Upon reaching the end of the path,saw that the light came from a door leading to the exit of the chateau. "I...I did it! I found the ex...EEP!" Peach stiffened up and rubbed her tights together.  "Okay...F-Focus. Now i just need to find a bathroom!" Peach said. She looked around and her body went completely pale. Aside from the exit and the maze of barrels right behind her. The only thing she saw were walls. And none of them had a bathroom door. "No...Ahh!" Peach groaned and looked at the exit. "Oh,i can't believe i'm gonna do this..." Peach said. She hastily ran out of the chateau and looked around. Thankfully,she saw nobody nearby in the woods that surrounded the chateau. She ran towards on of the bushes and hid behind a tree that seemed thick enough to hide her. She hastily looked around to make sure and hiked up her dress. She draped it with one hand and then hastily pulled the panties down with the other. She then crouched down,holding up her dress with both hands. Peach blushed and waited anxiously. In a split second,a powerful spurt of urine came out of her body and splattered against a patch of dirt near where she was hiding. Peach felt another twinge go through her body,but that twinge was quickly replaced with the feeling of relief. Peach closed her eyes and couldn't help but let out a sigh as all the pressure she felt in the past half hour melted away. She kept her eyes closed and relished in the feeling of relief as her bladder continued to shrink. Soon the feeling of relief vanished and she was left waiting for her stream to end. She opened her eyes and let out a sigh. "Note to self. Go easy on the chuckola reserve next time." Peach said as she waited for the stream to end. However,upon looking down she noticed something very odd. The puddle of urine she was creating wasn't clear..in fact. it seemed to be the same color as the Chuckola reserve she drank. Peach stared at the puddle in confusion before she felt her stream stop completely. She looked around and shook her head. "I have nothing to wipe with." She said. She looked at the bushes next to her and gritted her teeth.  "Desperate times call for desperate measures." Peach said. Goodness knows she had proven that fact just now with her unusual peeing spot. She grabbed a leaf from the bush and carefully wiped herself clean before dropping it and pulling her panties up. She then looked back at the puddle she created and blushed. "What in the name of the Star Spirits did they put in that reserve?" Peach said as she continued to be baffled by the color of the puddle. She really should've tried to pay more attention to the lecture bubbles was giving her.... "Oh stars! Bubbles and Toadsworth!" She said. She then hastily returned back to the entrance of the reserve. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "See,i told you could trust me to find the exit." Bubbles said. "THE PRINCESS IS STILL GONE!" Toadsworth said as he looked around with worry.  "I'm here,calm down toadsworth." Peach said,standing at the entrance of the Chateau. "Princess,oh princess! Thank the star spirits! You seem to be okay!" Toadsworth said as he hugged the princess. Peach let out a sheepish smile and looked at Bubbles. "Umm...perhaps you should make shortcut. Just in case." Peach said with a deadpan expression. Bubbles scratched his head and sheepishly smiled. After a few minutes,the Princess and Toadsworth bid Bubbles farewell and left the reserve. "So,where are we headed now?" Toadsworth asked. "We're heading to Little Fungitown. I want to see if there have been any changes there since our last visit." Peach said. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Ah,merde! We're right back where we started!" Cork said. "I told you we should've taken ze right path." Cask said. The Mario Bros followed them out of the maze and scratched their heads. "Mamamia." Both bros muttered. "Je suis desole,Mario and Luigi. i  fear we might've gotten at bit to carried a way with ze design of the maze. Looks like we have to make a map." Cork said. "That's a fine." Luigi said. With Mario nodding. "Oh! Well if it isn't the Mario bros. Fancy seeing you two here." Bubbles said. the bros waved at him and smiled. "If you came here for the princess,she just left with her advisor. I heard them talking about going to Little Fungitown on their way out. I had the honor of letting them sample our newest blend of de chuckola reserve today." "Aww man,lucky them." Luigi said. "I can you two a sample too,if you are willing to wait." Bubbles said. Mario and Luigi nodded and went outside the chateau. Deciding to keep themselves distracted with nature until Bubbles came back. Mario looked at the bushes he was standing near until he spotted something peculiar. He jumped over the bushes and went to inspect it. "What is it bro?" Luigi said,following his older brother. Luigi raised an eyebrow as he saw a pinkish puddle on the dirt below. "Is that...the Chuckola reserve?" Luigi said. Mario leaned closer and his eyes widened as he felt a smell penetrate his nose. He sniffed and then backed away,covering his nose. Luigi copied his bro and then recoiled too. "Ugh,i don't remember the Chuckola reserve smelling just like-a pee." Luigi said. The two bros glanced at each other. "You don't think...this is actually pee. Do you?" Luigi asked. Mario looked at the puddle and then scratched his head. as if he couldn't come up with another explanation. It smelled just like pee and the puddle was just here in the middle of the forest. Not only that,but the size of the puddle was also rather remarkable. atleast to the bros. There had been a lot of times where they had been forced to relieve themselves outside and they have never been able to create a puddle this big. let alone with THAT color. "What kind of creature could've created such a mess?" Luigi asked. His brother looking just as confused as him. To be continued.....
Alright,without further ado. Here is part two. Part 2:A visit to Little Fungitown. After their visit to Mother Chuckola,Peach and Toadsworth made their way back to the town. "Now then. It's time to head to Little Fungitown!" Peach said. "But princess! In order to reach the town we have to go through Teehee valley first." Toadsworth said. Peach stopped and looked to be deep in her thoughts. This time Toadsworth had a point. Teehee Valley was filled to the brim with dangerous creatures and during her last visit, she got captured by them a handful of times. Thankfully, the Mario Bros were nearby to save her every time. "So...Do you want to wait for Mario to come back?" Peach asked. "I believe that would be the best choice, your highness." Toadsworth said. Peach nodded and decided to listen to Toadsworth. The two found a seat and sat down. "I'm feeling a bit hungry. Do you need me to get you anything, Princess?" Toadsworth asked. "I'm fine." Peach replied. Toadsworth nodded and made his way to a nearby café. Peach relaxed and waited. The village seemed to have changed a bit since her last visit. Of course, the last time she visited, Cackletta and her forces had wrecked most of the village. But it seemed the Bean Bean folk had taken this as an opportunity to rebuild the village and make it better. Peach smiled and looked around. Soon two familiar caps entered her vision. "Mario! Luigi! I'm over here!" Princess Peach yelled. The two bros spotted the princess and ran up to her. "I'm so happy to see you guys! How did everything go?" Princess Peach said. "Well, we got bored and decided to-a stop by Mother Chuckola to check up on you guys. But it seemed we might've been too late" luigi replied. "Oh, is that so?" Peach asked. She remembered seeing familiar colors in the barrel maze, but the accents made her doubt it was the Mario Bros. "I'm back, Sorry for the wait princess!" Toadsworth responded as he came back with his snack. "Ah, Master Mario! Master Luigi! It feels so great to see you guys by our side once more!" Toadsworth said. Mario and Luigi waved back at Toadsworth and soon the group were on their way to Little Fungitown. The Mario Bros were telling the princess about how they ran into cork and cask on their way to mother chuckola. However, one detail of the story caught Peach's attention and caused her to blush. "A pink puddle?" Mario nodded and elaborated. A sweat drop rolled down peach's face as she released they were talking about the puddle she left behind. "I-i'm sure someone must've just spilled some Chuckola Cola there." Peach replied. "I don't remember Chuckola Cola smelling like-a pee though..." Luigi said. causing Peach's face to turn even redder. "So what do you think could've caused such a mess?" Toadsworth asked. The bros theorized that perhaps a monster decided to do it's business there. Each word caused Peach to become more and more embarrassed. "*Ahem* I'm sure it doesn't mean much. Perhaps it was just the wild life." Peach said. The bros though about it for a second and ultimately decided to drop the conversation. "C'mon! We should be heading to Little Fungitown now." Peach said. With the decision having been made, the bros and Toadsworth followed the princess and began making their way to Little Fungitown. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ......But of course, as stated: In order to reach Little Fungitown, one needs to cross Teehee Valley first. A desert area where plenty of enemies hid and waited for the right moment to strike. "Master Mario, Master Luigi! I must ask you two to be extra vigilant of the princess! We wouldn't want her to get snagged by the bandits of this desert again!" Toadsworth said. The bros gave a thumbs up and walked in front her while Toadsworth stayed behind her. They carefully wandered through the desert, keeping an eye out for any enemies that might try to strike. As they continued walking ,her mind began to wander and soon another matter came to her attention. "Oh,you can't be serious..." Peach thought. But with the steps she was taking, her suspicions were confirmed to be true: Her bladder was starting to fill up again. "Next time i'm taking a smaller sample." Peach replied. Annoyed by the fact that the Chuckola Reserve was having this effect on her bladder. Thankfully, for now the pressure was minor and could easily be ignored. She just hoped it could stay that way for a while. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "See toadsworth. Everything was fine." Peach said. The group had arrived at the entrance to little fungitown with no incident. Upon crossing the entrance, they were greeted by a few toads. "G-Greetings, Princess Peach! Welcome back to Little Fungitown!" The toad responded. Upon hearing the name, more toads approached the group and began swarming them. Mario and Luigi did their best to keep them at bay while Peach and Toadsworth made their way through the crowd. "I'm happy to see you're still a source of inspiration for these Toads, Princess." Toadsworth replied. Peach smiled and waved and continued to do so until they reached a building. "P-please, have a seat your highness!" One of the toads said. Peach and Toadsworth did as told and another toad approached her. "D-Do you need us to get you something to drink?" "Y-Yeah! May we interest you in some Chuckola Reserve?" The other toad said. "No thanks. I already had my fill of Chuckola for today." Princess Peach said nervously. She crossed her legs a little and could still feel the pressure from earlier, with it being somewhat stronger this time. Clearly the Chuckola reserve wasn't completely out her system just yet. "O-Oh. That's fine. Would you like us to give you some tea instead?" The toad said. "That won't be necessary. I'm not feeling particularly thirsty right now." Peach said. "V-Very well. I shall inform the rest of the tour group that you have arrived." The toad said and left the two. ————————————————————————------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Princess Peach and Toadsworth were now following the toads around the town. Much like the Bean Bean castle town and Mother Chuckola, there were some changes here and there since the last time she visited. One thing that she quickly noticed is that the town was a lot more populated. There were more buildings and the variety of toads was much wider now than it was during her last visit. "Now then, if you could follow me. I would like to show you guys some of the new attractions we've got." The toad said. The group continued to follow behind the toads. While walking, Mario and Luigi heard a snippet of a conversation a few toads were having. "It was a Giant Yoshi, it was pink and had black eyes with red pupils..."  "Are you sure? That sounds like it could a rumor. Just like the monster of the Guffawha Ruins." Mario and Luigi looked at each other. A giant pink Yoshi with black eyes and glowing pupils. That sounds just like Yoob, the giant monster they had to deal with back in Yoshi's Island. Could he have travelled here and caused chaos? when they last saw it, it was just stationed on top of the mountains of the island completely inactive after Mario and Luigi had freed the Yoshi's from it's belly. While they were busy pondering, Peach was trying to pay attention to the town. But once again, her bladder was starting to pressure her. She ignored it and continued listening to what the toads had to say. Perhaps after this they could stop by a shop that had a toilet. She could hold it until then. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "And last but not least, here we have a the Statue of the mustached bros. Built in honor of the Mario Bros who saved this kingdom from Bowletta's wrath!" The toad said as it pointed to the statue. Peach kept a smile on her face and looked at the bros, who seemed to be just as amazed. "Aaaand that'll do it for this tour." The toad said. "Well that was interesting. A lot has changed since our last visit, wouldn't you say princess?" Toadsworth asked. "Indeed." Peach said. The princess and the bros walked away from the statue and bid the toads farewell. With the tour now over, they were free to do whatever they wanted. Peach decided to stop by the arcade first at the request of the Mario bros. Peach and Toadsworth sat down and watched as the bros began playing a game of Star 'Stache Smash. "Say-a Mario, wasn't there a doll explaining the instructions last time we played-a this?" Luigi asked. Mario looked at the machine and sure enough, the Geno doll was gone. Peach continued starring at the bros while Toadsworth relaxed and began getting lost in thought. Peach continued staring at the bros, but her mind kept going back to her need to pee. The pressure had gotten stronger now and she was starting to have trouble ignoring it once again. She crossed her legs and placed her hands on top of her dress. She looked around for something to distract her. There was a toad raging at one of the fighting games, another Toad wasting his coins at the crane game. And a toad with a green face being escorted out of the arcade by paramedics.  "I'm going to get something to drink. That trip through Teehee Valley and that long tour have left my throat feeling dry." Toadsworth said as he got up and left the table. Peach looked back at the machine the bros were using and they seemed to be to engrossed in it to pay attention to her. She decided to get up and head to the bathrooms while they were all distracted. She carefully got closer and closer until... "Oh my stars! Princess Peach is here!" A toad yelled. Peach turned around and was soon surrounded by toads once again. Peach backed away from the door and smiled as the toads began bombarding her with questions. Peach backed away more and more from the toilet doors while trying to answer all the questions. Eventually, she was pulled to the side by Mario and Luigi and after a while, the toads walked away. Feeling honored to have met the princess in person. "Mamamia..." Mario let out. "Mario,Luigi. Thanks." Peach said. Luigi noticed she was shifting around nervously. "No need to be-a nervous princess, we know how nerve-wrecking having so many eyes on you can-a be." Luigi said. "Oh uhh...yeah. Peach said. Toadsworth soon returned and handed Peach a bottle of water. "Oh, this won't be necessary Toadsworth." Peach said as she tried to hand the bottle back to him. "Now,now princess. It is important to stay hydrated. Especially after the trip through the valley and having spent so much time in the sun today." Toadsworth said as he pushed back in her hand. Another sweat drop rolled down Peach's face and she reluctantly took a swig from the bottle. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "What is this place Luigi? Peach asked. Luigi had taken them to a seemingly random house at the edge of the town. "I just want to show you guys-a someone who helped me with retrieving the Crabbie Grass during our last-a trip." Luigi said. The group followed Luigi inside the house, where they were greeted by....Dr. Toadley? "Ah,surprised to see? You are!" Dr. Toadley replied. Mario gave Luigi a confused look. "I swear i did-a not meet him before the blorbs incident." Luigi said. "You remember Psycho kamek, right?"  "Has Psycho Kamek decided to practice his magic more? He has! Have i come here to give me wisdom to those who need it? I HAVE!" Dr. Toadley yelled. "My how....interesting." Peach said. She was shifting around and clutching her dress even tighter now. That water she drank kept her hydrated but it also had the unfortunate side effect of filling up her bladder faster. "Has the nerves taken over your body?" Dr. Toadley asked. "Huh?" "Do you feel so uneasy that you're face is red? You do!" Dr. Toadley said. "Oh,uhh..." "Can Dr. Toadley remove all of your worries with his hypnosis? He can!" Dr. Toadley asked. "H-hey! You won't be using your black magic on the princess!" Toadsworth said. "Hahahah! It's fine. Does Dr. Toadley have any evil intentions? No he doesn't! Is he merely trying to keep up the spirit that Psycho Kamek left behind in his house? He is!" Dr. Toadley replied. "I'm sure it won't a be harmful, princess." Luigi said. Peach stopped and after a few seconds of thinking, she decided to agree to it. "Most excellent. Do you need to stand before me? You must!" Dr. Toadley said. Peach did just that and took a deep breath. Maybe this could help distract her from her aching bladder? "Do you need to close your eyes? You do...Must you completely relax? You must..." Dr. Toadley said as he spun his staff around. Peach tried to, but gritted her teeth as she felt her bladder try to evacuate it's contents right there and then. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all. "Should you let your worries take over you? You shouldn't! You should think of relaxing things, you should." Dr. Toadley said as he continued spinning his staff. "You are completely relaxed. You are in the middle of the grassland of the Mushroom Kingdom." Dr. Toadley said. Peach closed her eyes. "You are blessed by the sound of the chirping birds, the wind blowing through the trees. The river flowing and creating a water fall." Dr. Toadley said. Peach gritted her teeth and opened her eyes, this was not helping at all. "*Ahem* i think we've seen enough, this doesn't seem to be comforting the princess at all." Toadsworth said. "Is it a shame? it is? Will Dr. Toadley still be available if you need him? He will!" Dr. toadley said. "Y-yeah. thanks Dr. Toadley." Peach said. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sun was starting to set. And that meant that Peach had to return to the castle in a few hours for her visit to Queen Bean. The princess bid farewell to the toads cheering for her and she soon left the city entrance with the bros and Toadsworth. Using a lift platform, they slowly made their way down until they reached the ground of Teehee valley. The wait time had been rather agonizing for Princess Peach as she was starting to feel a twinge every step she took.  Peach turned and looked at the bros, they were talking to each other about some apparent rumor that was going around town involving a giant pink yoshi. And they seemed to believe that perhaps it might've been responsible for the puddle back in Mother Chuckola. Peach was really tempted to tell them to drop the conversation again,as she didn't want to be constantly reminded of the fact that she was the culprit. But her thoughts were interrupted when the platform stopped. "Ah,we're finally in Teehee valley again. Let's tread carefully now.." Toadsworth said. Peach carefully followed the toad and the bros. She had hope that she could hold it until they reached the castle. As long as they didn't run into any enemies..... ....Perhaps she might've jinxed. As right after she finished that train of thought, a sand storm began blinding them and pushing them back. "Ahh...Mamamia! I can't see anything." Luigi yelled. Peach could feel the wind lifting up her dress. The sudden wind made her shiver and she quickly jammed her hands in front of her dress. Both the preserve some modesty and to try to keep control on her bladder. But just when it seemed things couldn't get any worse... "EEEP!" Peach got snatched by some shadowy figures. Peach wouldn't quite see what they were because of the sand storm. "Help me!" Peach yelled out. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Ngh! Let me! Go!" Peach said. Trying to break free from the ropes that restrained her right now. Turns out her captors were a pair of Gritty Goombas. How they were able to tie her up was a mystery, Goombas seemed to be capable of a lot of things that would require the usage of hands. The Gritty Goombas began dancing and cheering and once they were done, they left the princess alone. She tried to wrestle herself free from the ropes. But with each movement, she felt a strain in her body. "Ahhh....I need to pee..." Peach moaned. She gasped and looked around. Thankfully, it seemed nobody around had heard her. Still, that didn't bring her much comfort. As the only thing she could focus on was her aching bladder that was reaching it's limit. "Oh! Mario! Luigi! Please come soon!" Peach moaned.  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Gritty Goomba was knocked against a wall and then poofed away. Mario and Luigi put their hammers away and smiled. The two then posed with each other. "Master Mario! Master Luigi! Not to interrupt your moment of victory. But can we please focus on the task at hand!?" Toadsworth yelled. Mario and Luigi stopped posing and looked around. They had been inside the cave for a few minutes now and Peach was nowhere to be seen. "Mamamia,those goombas sure are fast." Luigi said. The trio continued making their way through the cave, hoping to find any clue of the princess. Eventually, they came across one clue. Her crown. It was laying on the floor of sand. "I guess it must've fallen off while they were-a carrying her." Luigi said. Mario nodded and pointed forward. It at the very least meant they were on the right track. They continued running forward and then stopped once they caught the sight of something familiar. "Mario,isn't that-a...." Mario slowly approached the sight. It was yet another puddle,just like the one back at Mother Chuckola. Same color,same smell.  "Oh no! You don't suppose-a Yoob got her,right?" Luigi asked. "W-What?! No! No! No! I refuse to believe the princess was gobbled up by that monster. You guys had gotten rid of it,right?" Toadsworth said. "Umm....Technically-" "Back away from me!" A voice said, Mario and Luigi's eyes widened as they recognized the voice. Peach was very close. They kept running and running until eventually they found her. Standing in the middle of some beat up Gritty Goombas with her parasol in her hand. "Oh! Princess! Princess! I'm so happy to see you save!" Toadsworth said as he ran up the princess and hugged her. He then gave her her crown back,which surprised peach as she hadn't noticed that she had dropped it. "Hey-a princess. You wouldn't have happened to see a giant pink-a yoshi around, have you?" Luigi asked. Peach blushed. "No,all i saw were these bandaged Goombas. W-Why do you ask?" Peach asked, though secretly she already knew why. "We found yet another Pink puddle. And it has the same smell and color as the one back at Mother Chuckola." Luigi replied. "Uhh...i'm sure it's just a coincidence Luigi." Peach said. Before the bros could press the matter even further, Peach pointed forward. "C'mon! We're gonna be late for our meeting if we stay here any longer." Peach said as she began power walking away. Hoping to ignore the fact that the bros had found yet another mess SHE made. Earlier...... "Ngh...ahh,i need to go..." Peach whimpered. She didn't know how many minutes had passed but the bros were taking a while to get to her. She was starting to worry she might actually have an accident at this rate. She took deep breaths and tried to calm herself down. "Easy there peach, they could be nearby right about now. You just gotta-Ahh.." Peach moaned, feeling yet another twinge. "HELP ME!" Peach yelled out as tried to free herself from the ropes again. Groaning as the movement put even more of a strain on her bladder. Suddenly, the gritty Goombas from earlier ran up to her and began cutting down the ropes. They were conversing amongst themselves and it almost seemed like they were panicking. One of the Goombas used their spears to cut the rope. It then ran up to her and tried to trip her. "NOOOOOO!" Peach yelled out and kicked the goomba away. Catching all the other Goombas by surprise. Peach froze and looked around. That kick was completely on accident. But another twinge in her bladder quickly reminded her that she needed to leave,NOW! using every ounce of her strength, she sprinted away from the Goombas. And once they got over their shock, they quickly gave chase. Peach hid behind a pillar and took deep breaths. Thankfully for her, the gritty goombas ran right past her. Peach let out a relief sigh but quickly stiffened up as she felt another strong twinge in her bladder. It was clear to her that waiting until they reached the castle was no longer an option. "Oh! I can't believe i'm doing this twice!" Peach said. She hastily hiked up her dress and then pulled down her panties with one hand. She crouched and looked around to see if it was safe. And once it was clear that there were no goombas nearby. "OOOOOOOH!.....Ahhhhhh...." Peach relaxed and let out a powerful stream of urine. She tilted her head back and her eyes rolled up. Using the pillar to support herself, she let out another sigh of relief as her bladder continued to evacuate it's urine. Peach looked down and frowned, once again the stream was colored pink.  "Ohhh....i really hope that Chuckola reserve didn't give me some kind of disease..." Peach said as she closed her eyes and relaxed. Hoping that all of this would be over soon. It took a while, but soon her stream came to an end and Peach let out another satisfied sigh. She looked at the puddle again. The size of it once again leaving Peach shocked. Her shock then turned to annoyance as she realized that this time she had nothing to wipe with. Not even a leaf. Peach sighed and pulled up her panties, wincing at the contact her panties made with the wet droplets against her womanhood. Peach stepped away from the pillars and covered her face. "I can't believe i've done this twice now...." To be continued.....
Final Part:The Castle Visit The remainder of the walk through Teehee Valley went on without incident to the relief of both Peach and Toadsworth. Peach turned to the bros and blushed. Despite her insistence that they drop the subject, They still seemed to be talking about the puddle that she left behind. She wasn't sure why they were busy theorizing about it. Where they just really bored? Peach ultimately decided to ignore it and after several more uneventful minutes, they arrived at the Beanbean Castle, where two guards were standing at the entrance. "Halt! State your purpose!" One of the guards said. "Princess Peach is here to the the Royals of the Beanbean Kingdom?" Toadsworth asked, wondering if the guards hadn't been notified that they were gonna come here. "Oh! of course! Princess Peach, she was invited here!" The other guard said. Mario gave a thumbs up and jumped. "Oh! And the super famous Mario is here too!" The first guard said. Luigi followed up by posing just like his brother. "And uhh..L-Luigi is here too!" The guard said. "Umm...Luigi who?" the 2nd guard asked. "Shh...i have no clue..." The first one replied. Earning a groan from Luigi and an eyeroll from Mario. "Anyways, come on in! I'm sure the queen and the prince are ecstatic to see you!" one of the guards said. "Are they?" the second guard whispered. "Shh...i wouldn't know..." the first one replied. Peach just let out a sigh and followed the guards. She was thankful the toads back at her castle weren't this clueless. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Queen Bean and Princess Peasley will arrive shortly." One of the guards said, Leaving Peach alone with the Mario Bros and Toadsworth. Peach looked around the hallways of the castle. Other than a few new painting of the royals, not much had changed since her last visit. After a few minutes of waiting, a familiar voice was heard. "Ah! It is nice to see you again, Princess Peach!" Approaching them was Queen Bean, Prince Peasley and Lady Lima. The two groups approached each other and did their greetings. "Please, come this way. We have a lot to discuss!" Prince Peasley said. The group arrived at the castle courtyard where a table had been set up with cups of what seemed to be tea. Peach took a seat, with Mario sitting right next to her. "I'm sure by now you've noticed some of the changes in the kingdom?" Queen Bean asked. "Indeed. This Kingdom seems to be in much better shape after the Cackletta incident." Peach said. Prince Peasley began talking about how they've been taking steps to improve the Kingdom. The scent of the tea caught Peach's attention. The tea in the cup was green and the aroma was one unfamiliar to her. Peach looked around and saw the Queen and the Prince taking a sip. She didn't feel particularly thirsty right now, but she didn't want to seem rude after they went through the trouble of preparing the tea for her. So she grabbed the cup and took a sip. A satisfied little hum came out of her mouth as she swallowed the tea. "Do you find it delicious, Princess? Prince Peasley asked. "It is very tasty. You did a good job with it." Peach replied. "Thank you, Princess. We made this tea with out finest leaves." Queen Bean replied. Peach kept taking sips from her tea while listening to the royals until her cup was eventually empty. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Now then, let's begin with the meeting. Any matters we should address first?" Queen Bean asked. "Perhaps we should address the exchange rate between the Beanbean Kingdom and the Mushroom Kingdom." Toadsworth said. Mario and Luigi both pointed at Toadsworth in agreement, having witnessed first hand just how weird it can be. Peach simply watched as the Queen began discussing things with Toadsworth and Lady Lima. She rested one of her hands on the table and began tapping it, waiting until they needed her input for something. However, several minutes seemed to pass and it seemed like they were now in debating whether or not something could be done about it in the first place. Peach looked at the cup she had drank at the start of the meeting. She hadn't been paying attention to just how many minutes had passed, but there was one thing that did get her attention. A familiar feeling and one that she had felt twice already today. Part of her thought there might've been something up with the drinks of the Kingdom. Some of the Food and Drinks in this kingdom were known for having weird side effects on those who aren't native to the Kingdom. But another part of her just thought she had been drinking too much of the Kingdoms beverages today. Either way, she was starting to feel the urge to go to the bathroom again. "Would you be interested in a refill, princess?" Lady Lima asked as she approached Peach's seat. "Oh umm... no thanks. I'm good." Peach replied. Lady Lima smiled and nodded. She strolled away from the table and left the rest of the royals to continue their talk. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The rest of the meeting continued and turned out to be rather uneventful. The Queen would talk about some of the plans she had, the princess would give her input and they would then write it all down. Peach began spacing out and her attention slowly kept drifting back to her bladder. The pressure was once again starting to become a bit of a problem thanks to the tea she drank earlier. She was able to keep her composure and ignore it for the most part, but it did occasionally distract her and made her miss certain point in the meeting. Case and point: "I see, we will try to keep a look out for it then.." Prince Peasley said. "I'm sorry, what?" Princess peach asked. Try to keep a look out for what? she wondered. "A Giant Pink Yoshi." Prince Peasley replied. Peach's expression may have been neutral, but in her mind, she was letting out a very loud groan. "I've been hearing some rumors about that from the folks in Little Fungitown. They claim to have spotted a giant pink Yoshi resting at the mountains of Yoshi island." Lady Lima said. "I'm sure it's merely just a rumor that parents spread." Peach replied, wanting this reminder of her mess to end already. "Maybe, but it never hurts to stay on your toes." Prince Peasley replied. "Right. Anyways, how about to talk about uhh...the trade? We have found many new items in the Mushroom Kingdom since our last adventure." Princess Peach said, trying to change the subject. Thankfully it seemed to have worked as everyone now had their eyes on her and were waiting for her to elaborate. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "How about the Invincishrooms? I'm sure they could be used to give your army the boost they need to fight against those ruffians in the Koopa Kingdom." Queen Bean said. "I don't know. Last time Master Mario ate an invincishroom, he got sick with Bean fever." Toadsworth said. "Actually, it turns out-a that the mushroom he ate was actually a Poison-a Mushroom." Luigi replied. Peach stared intently back and forth at the people she was talking too and then back at the empty cup. She crossed her legs under the table and the feeling of worry had once again returned. With nothing much to distract her,The pressure became increasingly difficult to ignore just like the last two times. However, Peach saw a silver lining this time. She was in a castle. The castle should have plenty of toilets. all she had to do was excuse herself once the meeting was over and she was sure that Queen Bean would be kind enough to allow her to use one. But now she was starting to wonder, WHEN was this meeting gonna end. Cause she still saw them talking with no end in sight. "Was it tasty, princess?" "Huh?" Peach snapped out of her trance. "Was the Chuckola reserve tasty?" Prince Peasley asked. "Oh. Yeah. It was delicious. So good i started feeling absolutely joy." Peach replied. She had a feeling she should tell them that it has a chance of making your urine purple, but she did not want to explain to them how she found that out. "We're glad you like it princess! Maybe we can send some over to your kingdom?" Prince Peasley replied. "I'm not so sure about this. The state the princess was in after she drank that reminded me of someone under the influence." Toadsworth replied. The discussion continued, with Peach once again spending most of her time being distracted by the pressure in her bladder. "Queen Bean! I brought more tea!" Lady Lima said. Queen Bean held up her cup and Lady Lima poured in some tea. Sweat rolled down on Peach's face at the sound and the sight of the tea splashing inside the cup. ————————------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Just a little longer. Princess Peach thought to herself. Even if she didn't know how long this meeting would last. An hour and a half had passed and the pressure in her bladder was beginning to make this meeting unbearable. She was almost temped to excuse herself now, but was worried she might come across as rude. But just when she thought things couldn't worse... "QUEEN BEAN! QUEEN BEAN!" One of the guards ran up to the queen. "A threat has been spotted in the castle's pipe system." The guard said. "Oh! What could possibly be down there?" Queen Bean said as she got up and followed the guard. The rest of the group did the same, with Peach getting up last. However, she only took a few steps before coming to a complete stop. She felt a strong twinge go through her bladder. She took a deep breath and began power walking behind the group. ———————————————————————---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The group soon arrived in the pipe systems of the castle and saw many broken pipes. With many of them shooting out geyser of water. A sight that proved to be torture for Peach's Bladder. "What a mess! Who could've done this?" Prince Peasley said. "Waah! Look ovah there!" Luigi said. Everyone looked to where Luigi was pointing. They saw a shadow on the wall. One with big eyes and a big bulbous nose. "Is that...is-a that Yoob?!" Luigi asked. Mario pulled out his hammer and carefully approached the shadow. He then ran in the direction the bottom of the shadow was stretching from and swung his hammer. "OW! Boo! Boo i say!" A familiar voice said. Everyone ran up to where Mario was and saw two figures. One was a beanish thief with a purple mask and a purple shirt. The other wad a giant Koopa. One that could be found all around the Kingdom, blocking the path of travelers. "I was hoping for Popples big break finally. But no! You two Palooka's just had to show your mustachioed mugs here! Boo i say!" Popple yelled. "Argh...that hurt..." The koopa said. "Rookie! Your shadow gave us way! Our mission has been compromised! Popple yelled. He then dug into his pocket and pulled out a smoke bomb. "But popple has been learning some new techniques,see?! Popple said before throwing the smoke bomb and vanishing. "Huh?! W-wait!" The giant koopa said upon realizing the thief had left him behind. He turned to see the angry looking group of royals. "Uhh....i can explain!" ———————————————————————---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Well,the good news is we managed to capture one of the culprits." Prince Peasley said after putting the Koopa in a cell. "The bad news is,the pipe system has taken some serious damage and it'll take a while for us to fix it." Prince Peasley said. "Oh dear. That's gonna be a problem. Hopefully the guards can deal with holding in their needs for a while." The Queen said. Those words caused Peach's body to be filled with dread. The option to use the toilets had just disappeared thanks to that Koopa and his reckless behavior. "Thankfully, the Mario Bros are assisting us. And with their expertise, it should be fixed in just a couple of hours." Peasley said. "A couple of hours?! I can't wait that long!" Peach said as she crossed her legs and clenched her fist. "Well, we should count our blessings that we have them here." Queen Bean said. "Umm..." Peach hesitated. The Queen and the prince turned to her. "Queen Bean. May i have a word with you? In private?" Princess Peach asked. Queen Bean looked confused but decided to listen. She told Prince Peasley to go check on the Mario Bros and the two were left alone. "Umm...are none of the bathrooms available?" Peach asked. "With pipes as broken as they are, it's not a good idea to use them." Queen Bean replied. "O-oh...that's..." Princess Peach hesitated. Queen Bean looked at the princess confused for a bit but then noticed her body language. And that's when she realized. "Princess Peach? Do you need to umm...visit the throne room?" Queen bean asked. Peach blushed but nodded as she rubbed her tights together. Queen Bean paused and replied. "Well, it's a bit of an unconventional method. But i think i can help you solve that problem. If you could just follow me." Queen Bean replied. —————————--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Soon the two Royals arrived at Queen Beans room. It was a short walk and one lift ride away from the throne room. But all the pressure Peach felt with each step made it feel like she was walking for longer than that. She reached under her bed and peach blushed at what she saw. "I-is that-" Peach said. "Indeed. A chamber pot." Queen Bean said as she handed Peach the pot. Peach's face turned redder. "It was pretty commonly used in the early days of the kingdom. Nowadays i only keep it here as a relic." Queen Bean said as she approached the door. "I shall be waiting outside. Let me know when you are finished." Queen Bean said as she closed the door. Peach looked back and forth at the pot and the door. Peach sighed as she was once again forced to pee somewhere unconventional. But hey, at least it's....kind of an actual toilet. The lifted her dress and looked at the door. Despite Queen Bean standing outside, she still didn't want to take any chances. She then pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She lifted up and draped her dress and stood over the potty. She took a deep breath and after a few seconds of silence, the silence was quickly replaced by the sound of a loud splatter. Peach let out a sigh as a stream of urine flowed out of her body and landed in the pot below. Peach lowered her head and let out another sigh as she continued to empty her bladder. She looked between her legs and she had a relieved smile on her face. Her pee was no longer purple. Instead it was colorless, as you'd expect from someone who was hydrated. After a while, the stream completely stopped and Peach let out one final sigh. "Umm...Queen Bean? Do you have any tissues?" Princess Peach asked. "I keep some on my desk!" Queen Bean replied. Peach turned around and saw the box of tissues the needed. She took some and wiped herself clean before tossing the paper in the pot. She put her panties on and dropped her dress. She exited the room and looked at Queen Bean. "I'm so sorry about this." Peach said. "No need to apologize princess. when nature calls, you have to answer. Ha ha ha..." Queen Bean chuckled. Causing Peach to turn redder. "Seriously, you shouldn't be ashamed dear. I've had plenty of moments where i've been forced to hold it for long periods of time." Queen bean tried to reassure her. "What's gonna happen to the chamber pot?" Peach asked. "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it." Queen bean replied with a smile. ——————————————————————-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The moon had risen to the sky and Peach and her group were now standing in front of a plane. "I hope you enjoyed your day today here, Princess! We hope to see you again soon!" Queen Bean said. Princess Peach and the others boarded the plane and waved the royals good bye. In just a few minutes, the plane had taken flight and everyone had taken a seat. "Well, that was-a fun. Shame we never found-a yoob tho..." Luigi said. "Perhaps the princess was right. Maybe it is just a rumor. It was completely inactive on Yoshi's island last time you guys saw it, right?" Toadsworth asked. With Mario nodding. "That Koopa really had us for a second with his shadow. But if it's-a not Yoob, who could've caused those weird puddles?" Luigi asked. Mario shrugged and rested his head against his hand. "Mamamia. I guess we'll never know..." Luigi replied with a sigh. Peach let out a sigh and starred out of the window. Hopefully they would forget about all of this once they returned to the Mushroom Kingdom. She enjoyed returning to the Beanbean Kingdom and she wouldn't mind visiting again. She just had to make sure keep the Chuckola reserve to a minimum. "This has been quite the...interesting day." Peach said as she stared at the clouds moving past her. The end.....
My 5th writing, like my 4th (linked here), happens in no particular order in the context of my other stories, besides the first two. Here, Mali finds herself stranded in a city environment without access to a restroom anywhere with no way home for quite some time. How will she resolve?...Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 19 y/o, developing a love to be the subject of an omo scenario, but has only had such experiences in private thus far. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, Mali's bf, wishes to see Mali be the subject of more omo scenarios.  ------- 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. Another time, 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. Most recently, she was toyed with by Yuta on their drive home from a party, wetting herself and her car seat all the while. This time around Mali finds herself at the consequence of forgetfulness, business, and incompetence at her own expense out in public. With her bladder getting more and more full, she has to figure out how she'll improvise her way out of this situation, or she'll be subject to omo and humiliation. ------- It's a fair late summer day; sunny, about room temperature outdoors, and Mali is at work. She serves as a cashier to a busy summer food stand located on a peer neighboring the town she lives in. She wears an employee T-shirt and dirt-brown colored office pants that wrap around her legs tightly. On this particular day she had the closing shift with a partner of hers. Where she lived, the temperature rapidly dropped when the sun set, so the majority of people around this peer didn't even come around often around closing time, approximately 7:30 pm. The stand lost very little business that way and its employees never worked late hours, it was a win for everyone. Mali ran her shift, drinking occasionally but not stopping for bathroom breaks. Neither her need to use one nor her desire for omo action trumped the other, so she decided to stay neutral for the occasion. Unfortunately for her, the stars were already aligned for mishap. 2 days prior, her car refused to start up, and neither she nor Yuta knew why. They would have a mechanic come look at it, but that appointment wasn't until tomorrow. Her only choice was to go by bus to and from work, about a 20 minute drive start to end both ways. The stand was serving some final few customers right around 7:30 before Mali and her coworker would clean up and lock up shop. They did, and these two went their separate ways once they got off the peer. Mali secretly felt a little unrest in her bladder approaching the end of her shift, now more than a little approaching the bench at her bus stop. The sun was setting at this time, and the sky lit up a hazy orange, the sun reflecting off the water the peer inhabited. As she sat down, she felt a tingle near her stomach, her filling bladder becoming increasingly un-ignorable. It was at this point Mali felt conflicted. In her recent past she experienced the firsthand mistake of arriving home with a full bladder and no available toilet, something she enjoyed, but didn't exactly want. She preferred more controlled wettings, or simply the desperation aspect of bladder holding. She wasn't too keen of real accidents. Thinking of her current position, and of this preference, she told herself that it wasn't worth it today, that it'd be too risky to try and make it home at this rate. Her legs already were steadily bouncing trying to distract herself. She decided on trying to find a restroom. She ruled out trying to use the bathroom found behind the kitchen of the food stand out on the peer - it could only be accessed from the inside by employees, and her coworker had the key, not her. Her only other choice was to find a place around the bus stop to ask for one. At this time, the street sidewalks were still fairly occupied with people - neither crowded nor isolated. She got up, walking cautiously with her legs close together to prevent herself from wanting to let go, also keeping her bladder secret to herself. Each storefront or bar she came across though had disclaimer signs placed on their windows reading "NO PUBLIC RESTROOM" or "NO DRINK, NO BATHROOM", likely due to tourism and business owners doing their best to make as much cash as they can. Mali wanted to avoid spending on anything if possible, so she continued onward. She walked impatiently for nearly two blocks when she finally found one without one of these signs. She walked in, and kindly asked to use a bathroom. However, the lady at the counter said that she had to buy something first. Mali was perplexed, but soon realized that this store just didn't have such a sign explaining the lack of a public bathroom. She thought it was rather incompetent of the shopkeepers to not tell people this, but cut her losses and decided to purchase something. She picks out a small keychain near the counter and heads to checkout. As the lady at the register reads out her total, Mali reaches into her handbag and pulls out her wallet. Searching through it, however, she struggled to find her credit card. She double checked, triple checked but found no trace of it. She didn't carry cash with her either, meaning she had no way to purchase this cheap keychain. She apologized and hurryingly walked herself out of the store. She felt at this time that it was just better to take a calculated risk and get home in time to relieve herself. The pressure on her crotch became great, and it wouldn't be long before she would struggle to keep her urethra shut. She turned the corner back in the direction of her bus stop. She looked onward, horrified at the sight of her bus pulling in front of the stop, two whole blocks away. "Shit! Nonono wait!" she murmured. She tried to run but the jostling of her bladder didn't allow her to. She leaned forward to counteract her dicomfort, and managed a jog back in that direction. As she approached the first block she watched as the bus doors closed, letting on their last passengers. The bus picked up speed, and headed in the direction of Mali, on her side of the road. She waved her hands and even lightly jumped to get the driver's attention (which throttled her already weak bladder even further), but her efforts were futile as the driver plowed forward, leaving Mali in the dust, and in a bit of a panic. Holy shit Ineedtopeesobad. Crapcrapcrap what do I do... she thought. She walked the rest of the block back to the bus stop bench, just so she could have a place to rest. Her knees rubbed together as she walked, giving her stride a slight stagger from side to side. Most people walked by not noticing, but one or two questioned themselves why this girl walked so strangely. Mali goes to sit down, slowly lowering herself to prevent any sudden pressure increase. Instead she endured a gradual pressure increase, similar to the first time she sat down, but now with much greater severity. She leaned back on the bench to allow her bladder all the space it needed. Once she had herself steady, she focused on figuring out how to get home. "Yuta!" she muttered out loud. He was still at work, but would get out soon anyways. He was about another 20 minute drive away from where Mali worked, which served as her best option at this point as opposed to taking a near hour long walk home with a full bladder. Pulling out her phone, she dialed up his number. Y: Hello? M: Sighing Hi babe...I was wondering if you could come pick me up... Y: Why? What about the bus? M: Frantically I need to piss real badly so I went around looking for a bathroom but none were public and I couldn't buy anything and I missed the bus and... arghhh! Just get here quick! Y: Alright, relax, I'll be out of here in five. M: You better be! Hurry! She hangs up. At this time it's nearing towards 8:00, and the sun has fully set. The night sky progressively becomes more blue-shifted, and dark. Street lights begin turning on, making the area around the bus stop feel all more city-like. Mali squirms in the bench comprehending what she's gotten herself into. Oh my god there's no way I can make it she thought. There's actually no way I can do it. She twists her waist from side to side, unable to sit still. Her hands switch back and forth from gripping the bench and gripping her legs, in a useless attempt to calm herself. There weren't as many people wandering the sidewalks now, maybe one would pass her every 20 seconds, but each one of these passer-bys couldn't help but notice Mali's inability to be still. Some could even figure out that she was desperate. All of a sudden - *fffshhhh* Mali lets out several rapid, quiet gasps. She presses her hands into her crotch and feels as it grows in warmth and dampness. After a few moments a dark spot forms near the bottom of her crotch and just under her ass. Slowly, Mali moves her hands away and controls her breathing. She had to find someplace to go, someplace private, someplace that's not a bathroom or indoors. Mali makes an effort to stand up, and does. She feels warmth in her urethra but thankfully regains control and doesn't allow any more to spill out. Her new dark spot is visible both in her front and back, but is concealed due to the lighting from street lamps above. She hikes herself up and moves along the sidewalk, looking with longing eyes someplace to let loose. She placed her hand bag in front of her crotch to avoid being spotted, and prayed that no one could see her behind that well. At this point in her desperation, she practically waddled forward step by step. As her damp spot cooled, her tolerance decreased further. After what seemed like tens of minutes, Mali stumbles towards an alleyway between two buildings on the same block. The alley is nearly 6 feet wide, has few windows that lead into it, and contains no lights, only being illuminated by the street lights on both ends. There's large industrial air conditioners and trash cans strewn about the corridor, but no one to be found. *drip...drip* Ah!~ Guess this is it!  Mali places herself in a corner between a wall and one of the air conditioners, and rests her back against the brick wall. She hastily sets her handbag off to the side, and undoes the belt buckle and buttons to her pants. She loosens up her pants from her hips, tugging them down push by push at a time, until her butt and crotch are in open air. She slides down the wall with her back, and gets into position. Her bladder becomes frail, and in an instant come out quick spurts of pee. Also in an instant, Mali hears footsteps coming from the opposite end of the alley. *psh. psshhhhh-* You gotta be fucking kidding me. A few small sprinkles coat the asphalt in front of her as the steps approach. She raises herself back up so she's standing on two feet, but bent over desperately pulling her pants back up. She's able to manage shoving her pants back up in front of her but isn't able to wrap them completely around her ass in the heat of the moment. The footsteps arrive in the form of a some big, heavy duty man going from place to place rather quickly. He only notices Mali once he crosses in front of the air conditioner unit, seeing her front side, unbuckled pants and hunched over. He doesn't know what to think of it, but pays no mind to it in the moment. All the while - *dribble dribble dribble frrrrrrmmmshhhh* Mali in all her efforts can't resist the urge any longer and pees quietly into her half-on pants, looking only at the ground as the man passes, solid streaks forming all throughout her pantlegs. The man is only a few feet past her when warm drops start trickling out the bottom of her pantlegs, forming a puddle. The puddle begins coloring the bottom of her pants a dark brown, Mali's walking shoes too soaking up drops from her leakage. Finally, the man begins to exit the alley, to which Mali shoves down her pants, nearly falls lowering herself down to the ground, spreading her legs and letting it all flow out. *FSHHHHHHHHH* Mali's stream roars behind the mans ears and all around the alley, piss rocketing from her crotch and onto the opposite wall. A second puddle forms underneath, making a violent splashing noise both off the wall and while pitter-pattering onto the ground. Mali's pants drip from excess liquid gold that flooded them not two seconds earlier. She stares off at the incredible mess she's making, being too powerless now to do anything about controlling it. She breathes heavily both out of tension and shock of what just happened as she finishes her release and watches as her stream diminishes to mere drops. Her puddle now stretched across the whole width of the alley, from the wall she splashed, through the bottom of her shoes, to right underneath her closely positioned, wet ass. Shamefully, she stands herself up, making small splashes as she steps in her lake. Having no other choice, she pulls her pants back up, tightly wrapping them around her ankles, legs, and butt, soaked and streaked with pee that came out as the man was passing by. From here she would have to wait until Yuta arrives, knowing full-well she couldn't bear to step out in public as the shameful display she had become. Upon Yuta arriving nearly 15 minutes after her accident, Mali sprinted over from the opening of the alley, opening the car door and throwing herself inside, leaving several pee drops to mark the sidewalk. Jokes and omo talk would encompass the conversation between the two on their ride home that night. ________ 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 suggestions, different ideas, and situations to put Mali or Yuta through, so if you have any good ideas that you want fleshed out, lmk as well. : )
"Remember when Riley pee'd herself at Rachael's house?" Daphne announced to everyone at the sleepover. Riley's cheeks burned red. She smirked, trying to cover her embarrassment. "My bladder was too full," she reasoned. "You guys wouldn't let me into the bathroom!" "It was funny!" she chortled. "Come on, you're not still mad about that, right?" "Remember when Daphne farted in front of her crush?" The girls erupted in laughter. Daphne didn't. She was seething. "We wouldn't have kept you out of the bathroom if you weren't being so goofy about it! You were, like, jumping around and shit!" "I had to go really bad! What, you've never had to pee bad before?" "I have, but I didn't act like that!" She huffed. "Hey, guys, I wonder if she's still that dramatic." Usually quiet Rachael spoke up. "Only one way to find out," she said. She looked nervous when Riley shot her a confused look. "Yeah, there is! We should find out!" Daphne said. "Nobody let Riley use the bathroom for the rest of the night." A couple of girls chuckled. "What? Don't do that again!" she demanded. "Are you serious? We're literally adults." "We were adults last time!" "Exactly!" Riley said a little too loud, then shrunk down into her seat. Truthfully, she was filled with anxiety. She'd had to pee for a while. "Oooh, Riley's mad. Okay, you can't go potty until tomorrow morning." "What!? I can't wait that long! I haven't even broken the seal yet and we've been drinking!" "Then you should probably lay off the fluids," Daphne joked. "No way," Riley said, filling another shot glass. "No way I can hang out sober around you fucks." Some time passed. They all got drunker and Riley began to feel the urge to urinate rapidly intensifying. "Ooh," she groaned to herself and pressed her hand in between her legs. She nonchalantly got up and headed for the toilet. "Hey, don't let her go!" Daphne shouted. Someone grabbed Riley's foot. "Dude, seriously, this isn't funny!" "It is for us," said the girl holding her foot. "Fine, I'll wait! Just let me go!" She was released and she stormed back to where she was, plopping down and trying to ignore the uncomfortable sensation from her urinary system. Pretty soon, she was squirming and jiggling, as openly desperate as she usually was. Time passed. They drank some more and the desperate girl continued to fill herself with more and more liquid. As her need to urinate worsened, Riley sat on her ass and scooted back and forth, rubbing her pussy with both hands. She squeezed herself and moved forward onto her knees, digging her heel into her crotch and pulled her pants away from her aching bladder. She needed to pee so badly! She started perspiring from the effort of keeping it all inside her body. It ached to pee let out. "They're only gonna keep messing with you if you keep making it obvious," the girl next to her whispered. "I can't sit still..." Riley winced, "or I'm gonna pee!" "Just try," she told her. "You can slip away once they stop paying attention." She took a deep breath and forced herself to stop squirming. She continued to strain every muscle in the region. She whined a bit, forcing her hands to stay casually limp in her lap. Her bladder was huge, tight, and screaming. "They're called kegels. You should look them up," she said as she poured another shot. She made a genuine effort to research kegels on her phone, but because of her inebriation and her inability to think about anything other than her desperate need to piss, she gave up. "I'm so uncomfortable!" she said to no one in particular. "I have to pee so bad I'm gonna die...!" She got startled out of her skin when someone dug their fingers into her sides and tickled her, forcing a second-long jet of piss out of her as they did it. She yelped and bolted away, managing to stem the stream by squeezing herself tightly and wriggling around frantically. Daphne was the tickler, laughing hysterically with a few other people. Riley turned and ran into the bathroom, but someone grabbed her shirt and held it, keeping her in the doorway. "Pleasee!" she begged, clutching herself and dancing madly. Daphne ran ahead and shut the bathroom door, then sat down and leaned against it.  "You guys are so mean!" she started hopping from foot to foot, trying not to pee on herself. "Does someone want the last of this?" one girl said, holding up an almost empty bottle of tequila. "Give me that," Riley said, grabbing the bottle from her and downing its contents, crossing her legs. "I'm not trying to remember this shit." Pretty soon after that, it was all Riley could do to keep from crying. No matter how much she writhed, danced, or grabbed at herself, she couldn't lessen the intense pressure and discomfort. She could physically feel the unnaturally overstretched size of her screaming bladder, bulging out of her belly and pressing up against her other organs. A small leak seeped out of her vagina, so she lurched forward and grabbed at herself madly, whining and whimpering. She was absolutely dying to urinate. "Hey, Daphne fell asleep first," someone said. "How are we going to fuck with her?" "We should..." Riley swallowed, cringing and jiggling, "we should put her hand in warm water!" The girls gasped. "We should!" Rachael said. "I'll go get a bowl of water..." Riley spurted again, scooting her butt around and jiggling crazily. "Mmmph...! D-don't need to..." she pulled the popcorn bowl over to her, stood up squirming and whimpering, dropped her pants and underwear and squatted over the bowl. Everyone gasped. Immediately, a torrent of piss jetted out of her, loudly splattering against the plastic. "Ohhh god..." she moaned, covering her face in shame. She couldn't hide how good it felt to finally drain her dangerously overfull urinary organ. She peeked up. Most were looking away, some were laughing. Rachael was staring wide-eyed, cheeks red as a tomato. Riley gave her a weird look before she suddenly exclaimed "watch!" Riley looked down and saw the bowl was almost filled to the brim. "Ahhh--!" she whined, trying to stem to flow and stand up. It kept leaking out. Riley gripped her pussy until she quit dribbling, cringing at the discomfort of stopping. She still had to urinate so urgently it still felt like a loss of control was imminent. She immediately pulled her pants up, stepping side to side. Then she scooted the bowl of her hot, steaming piss to where Daphne was sleeping and, trying to keep her squirming to a minimum as she dug her heel into her crotch, gently placed her hand in the yellow liquid. "Oh my god!" one girl exclaimed. "That's so fucking disgusting!" "You guys were gonna make me piss my pants a second time! I don't want to hear it!" Riley snapped, pressing her fingers into her groin as she sat cross legged, gyrating her ass. "Ohhh I still really have to gooo..." "No way," someone said. "You filled that whole bowl up. I didn't even think someone could pee that much." "It's not even that much--" she stopped when she heard something like hissing and trickling. Darkness was spreading down Daphne's crotch, forming a big crescent on her butt and a puddle under her. Hushed, hysterical laughter filled the room. One girl even took a video. "Oh my god, I can't watch this!" Riley said as she got up and bolted to the other side of the room, hopping around and squeezing madly at herself. A hot little spurt came out, and she gripped herself tightly, ready to burst. The amount of urine that came out of Daphne was surprising. There was a huge puddle, trailing across the floor. Another, bigger spurt forced its way out of Riley's tired, burning urethra. Her eyes started watering from the exertion. She started to dribble and she couldn't stop it, even though she was jumping up and down and rubbing crazily up her crotch. Then she froze, pressing her thighs together and doubling over, as the dribble grew to a jet and soaked her pajama shorts. It dribbled down her legs and pattered to the ground at her feet.  "Riley's peeing her pants!" somebody said. The girl who was filming Daphne suddenly turned her phone to her. "Noo..." Riley groaned, dropping her head in shame, sort of hiding her face from the camera. She started to be able to hear it hissing out of her. It felt so good to relax, but she was humiliated. The laughter died pretty quickly when Riley started to cry. Her stream went for a long time, eventually completely voiding herself of urine. She tried to stifle it, but she was clearly upset. "Hey," Rachael said, touching her shoulder. Riley looked up. Nobody was filming her. "I have a change of pants you can wear after you take a shower. I assume you want to?" Riley nodded, awkwardly following Rachael out of the room. As she left, she heard someone say "let's make Daphne clean up the piss..." The pair entered a completely different bathroom in the house. "I'm sorry I didn't show this to you," Rachael told her, "it's just hard to go against this group, you know?" She ran the shower for her. "Do you still need to pee?" Riley shook her head. "Think I got it all out." Without warning, Rachael dropped her pants and pissed hard into the toilet. "Them keeping you out kind of kept us all out," she said. "I had to go bad."
New story! I initially had a different scenario for Nene, but a joke that was made in a discord server made me change my mind. Enjoy             “Mmmm,” Momosuzu Nene moaned into her pillow as she coerced another orgasm out of her. She gotten into the habit of satisfying her sexual frustrations before her streams, and in no time at all, a pre-stream stress relief exercise became an addiction. She couldn’t go a single day without rubbing one out at least three separate times, and that number was only increasing. She played around during her streams, in front of thousands of her “husbands”, often seating herself on a dildo she bought, or masturbating in a voice call with other Hololive girls. “Hmmm, that was good,” Nene purred to herself, riding out the afterglow of her climax. After she caught her breath, the bubbly blonde got out of her bed, only to lightly tap her foot against a box on the floor. She stared at it for a moment before connecting the dots and picking it up with glee. “That’s right! I totally forgot about this!” Tearing open the package, Nene grabbed the contents and immediately laid back down on her back, reading the label: “Numb Dumb Aphrodisiac”. Nene was quick to uncap the bottle and start pouring some of the substance on her hand. She wanted to use the love potion to arouse herself during the upcoming stream, almost as if she were doing something naughty like orgasm denial play in front of a live audience. Looking at the translucent fluid in her palm, the playful girl felt an urge build up in her. She turned her head to see the time display on her PC. “Fifteen minutes, huh? More than enough time.”             “Ahhhhhh fuck!” Ten minutes passed, and at this point Nene had worked her lotion covered hands into every nook and cranny of her womanhood. She rubbed herself as she gave more attention to her anus, thrusting her aphrodisiac-coated appendages as much in and out of her ass as possible. With an ear-shattering scream, Nene reached her second intense orgasm in only half an hour. “I’m such a dirty girl. How am I gonna make it til the end of stream at this rate?” Nene teased herself. Her hands were now sticky, and not just from the lotion. She decided to wash her hands quickly and put on her normal outfit, complimenting it with the cutest pink underwear she had, a snowman design stamped in the middle of the buttocks area. Sitting down at her PC, she got her stream set up with the minutes she had left and greeted everyone. “Kon-Nene!”             About an hour had passed, and much to Nene’s disappointment, the aphrodisiac didn’t seem to be working. In fact, she didn’t feel anything at all. While reading a red superchat, she smiled to her viewers as she nonchalantly started to paw at her nether regions with her bear-gloved hand. Nothing. As in, literally nothing. “What the heck,” she thought to herself, realizing that it was possible that she just got scammed when she remembered the name on the bottle. “Oh, I get it! It must be like one of those Icey-Hot effects, where a numbing comes first and then the pleasure comes later.” Nene mused, hoping her patience would be rewarded soon.             Another thirty minutes passed, and Nene was still engrossed in her superchat reading, giggling a storm, when suddenly she smelled something rancid. She gave her room a quick look around, but couldn’t identify the smell, despite it getting stronger by the second. “Oh well, I guess I’ll have to figure it out later,” the blonde girl sighed. She only had about ten superchats left, so she didn’t feel too bad about ending the stream early. At least on the bright side, Nene could feel her breathing getting heavier and lust filling her brain. “Finally it’s working,” she hummed to herself.  She adjusted her butt in her seat before giving her crotch another experimental rub. Still nothing. “Shit. Oh well. At least it’s starting to do something.” As she looked at chat, she realized she’d been spacing out for a couple of minutes, leaving everyone in total silence. “Oops!” Nene exclaimed. “Sorry, I got caught up in my dumb brain for a sec! Anyways, I gotta go. Take care my husbands, and don’t cheat on me! Otsunene bye bye!” Nene wasted no time stopping the broadcast. After taking her gloves off, she gave her vagina some more direct attention. She didn’t get very far before something made her hand warm and wet. The scantily dressed girl yanked her hand backwards and tilted her hand down to confront the perpetrator. Her eyes were met by something horrifying. Against all odds, she was peeing herself. “What?! No way,” she started to say, stuttering over her words before resuming, “I-I-I d-don’t even feel it coming out!” A disturbing epiphany hit Nene like a truck. The aphrodisiac made her entire crotch feel numb, and that included the muscles that governed her potty training. That train of logic led to realization number two. With terror in her eyes, Nene stood up and felt the back of her underwear with her hand. Her fears were validated as she felt a hot, orange-sized mass perfectly conform to her palm through her now destroyed panties. “What if this is permanent?” A voice rang through her head, causing her to begin to have a breakdown. “No! No, no, no, no, no, nononononono!” She dashed to the toilet, lifted the lid, sat down, and proceeded to bawl her eyes out, praying that her thoughts were only just that.             “A month?!”             “Yes Ma’am. I’m very sorry to hear about what happened, but typically users reported not recovering from the numbing agent until at least one month’s time.” The HR representative for the manufacturer couldn’t sound more disinterested in Nene’s pleas, but that didn’t make her any more furious.             “Can’t you do ANYTHING?!” Nene gave the underpaid worker an earful. She was pissed. “You can’t honestly expect me to piss and shit my pants for a whole month?!”             “Again, I’m sorry Ma’am, but the recall for that product was over a year ago. We can’t take liability for something you bought from a third-party site. Nor are we obligated to.”             “FUCK YOU!” Nene hung up the phone and looked at her bottom in the mirror and she could have sworn the bulge in her underwear got larger. She put her hand in her palms and sat back on the toilet, still wearing her shit-filled panties. To her, the worst part wasn’t even the fact that she was going to be fully incontinent for month. The worst part was above having to deal with that, her head was clouded with thoughts of lust, but her fully numbed pussy and ass made it impossible to act on those desires. For the next month, she was functionally a child. A little girl that peed and pooped her pants and was stuck in a body that could not feel sexual pleasure. Thinking about her situation, she knew she couldn’t sit in her mess forever, and that if she wanted to spare her clothes in the future, she needed protection. “Diapers…” Nene blushed as she mumbled to herself. Pulling her phone back up to her face, she dialed up someone she thought she could trust to not only keep her secret but to save her from the public humiliation she would risk with another accident.             “Hey Polka? Yeah, it’s me. I need the favor of a lifetime. Promise not to tell anyone…”
So, it's been a bit since I've posted, but here's my latest story! It's a commission I received by a client who wishes to remain anonymous, but it's a story staring the characters of Doki Doki Literature Club! A refreshing evening breeze licked at Monika’s cheeks and hair as she strolled up to Sayori’s house. Clad in nothing more than a thin nightgown and a pair of pajama bottoms, with a small bag slung over her shoulders, it wasn’t hard to figure out her intentions. She was here for a sleepover. Sayori’s parents had left the house for a business trip, and had given her permission to have her friends over for the night. So here Monika was, walking up to Sayori’s door ready for a night of festivities. Monika knocked on the door, and immediately heard Sayori yell that she was on her way. She then heard muffled talking from the other side of the door. Presumably she was not the first to arrive. It didn’t take long for Sayori to open the door. She too was dressed in her sleepwear, wearing a soft t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She instantly smiled upon seeing Monika. “Welcome! Come on inside! Natsuki’s already here! She brought cupcakes!” “Great! I brought some stuff over for games, like you asked,” Monika replied, motioning to the bag over her shoulder.  “That’s great! Thank you!” Sayori beamed, hugging Monika before allowing her to step into the house proper, “We’re set up over by the living room! Let me just grab a few more things from the kitchen first!” Monika made her way over to the living room, which had clearly been set up for a night of festivities. The short table in the center of the room bore cupcakes and other snacks, presumably supplied by Sayori herself. There were cushions for sitting all around the table, and there was a couch further back. Sitting on the couch, with her knees curled up to her chest and her head buried in a manga, was Natsuki. “Hey Natsuki!” Monika waved. “Monika!” Natsuki smiled, “Have a cupcake!” Monika nodded, grabbing one of Natsuki’s specialties off of the platter she had brought and dug in. She sat down at the table as Sayori returned with even more snacks. “Help yourself to anything here! And let me know if you need anything!” “I’m getting pretty thirsty,” Natsuki replied, “Where’s Yuri? She’s supposed to be bringing the drinks, right?” Sayori nodded, “Yeah, I asked her to bring some soda, and she also said she’d bring her tea set. I can get you water if you want, though!” “That works for now,” Natsuki replied, though it was clear she was annoyed. “Could you get me one too, please?” Monika added. “Of course! I’ll be right back!” Sayori left to grab the two their water, and Monika turned her attention back to her cupcake. She bit into it eagerly, savoring the sweet frosting and the moist, spongy cake. She caught Natsuki glancing up at her expectantly, and she turned to her and beamed. “Amazing as always, Natsuki! Thank you!”  “No problem!” Natsuki smiled, looking up from her manga “It wouldn’t be a proper slumber party without cupcakes!” Monika nodded and took another bite, looking over the table of snacks as she waited. It didn’t take long for Sayori to return with their water, handing a glass full of ice and water to both Natsuki and Monika, with a third one for herself. Monika thanked her as she sat down and took a long sip of water, washing down the bite of cupcake she just finished. As she did so, a slight twinge washed over her body, coming from her lower abdomen. It was the first, telltale sign of a full bladder, hovering in the back of her mind. Not urgent, but present. The urge also alerted her to another urge. A fullness in her bowels that she hadn’t noticed before now. Much like her bladder, the need wasn’t urgent by any means, but Monika knew she would have to make a trip to the bathroom sooner rather than later. She briefly considered excusing herself right then and there, but Sayori had just sat down and she wanted to at least wait for Yuri to arrive and for the party to get rolling first. It might’ve just been out of habit from her role as club president, but she also felt the responsibility to get things started, even though technically speaking it was Sayori’s party, rather than hers. So, instead of heading to the bathroom right away, she pushed her needs to the back of her mind and reached over to grab her bag. “Here’s the games and stuff I brought for the night!” Monika began, opening the bag and placing each item on the table as she listed them off, “I brought yahtzee, twister, jenga, and a bunch of board games.” “Great!” Sayori smiled, “I had this movie that I wanted to watch with all of you, but aside from that, I really didn’t have anything planned, and I wasn’t sure what we should do the rest of the night, so this is a huge help!” “We should wait until Yuri shows up to decide what to do first, but I’m sure we have plenty here to have fun with,” Monika replied. She then noticed it was awfully quiet coming from where Natsuki was sitting, so Monika turned back towards her. Natsuki was focused intently on her manga, with a slight blush creeping up on her face. She seemed rather invested in what she was reading, and Monika got curious. “You seem pretty invested in that manga. What are you reading?” Natsuki’s head snapped up abruptly and the blush on her face only deepened, piquing Monika’s curiosity even further. “N-nothing!” she blurted out, a bit too forcefully. Monika was about to pry, but then another knock sounded. “That must be Yuri! I’ll go get the door!” Sayori smiled, hopping up eagerly and heading over to the foyer to invite Yuri in. Natsuki seemed relieved by the distraction, something that did not go unnoticed by Monika. She was even more determined to figure out why Natsuki was so focused on that manga. Sayori returned with Yuri in tow. She was clad in a tight-fitting long-sleeved sweater and pajama pants, and carrying a few bags that looked filled to the brim with bottles and cans of assorted beverages. Sayori seemed to be helping her by carrying a box making clinking sounds, which Monika assumed was Yuri’s tea set. “Sorry I was late, I was picking up the drinks,” Yuri spoke, setting down a bag of the beverages, “I brought some soda, some coffee, and some canned juice. I also brought my tea set so we can make some tea, either now or later.” “Thanks, Yuri!” Sayori beamed, “Let’s pick out what we all want, and then put the rest in the fridge for now!” Monika, Yuri, and Sayori quickly picked out their beverages. Monika opted for some lemon-lime soda, Sayori grabbed a canned coffee, and Yuri picked some juice for herself. The three then turned to Natsuki expectantly, but once again, Natsuki was caught up in her own little world, reading her manga intently. “Natsuki, don’t you want a drink?” Sayori asked. The question seemed to snap Natsuki out of her reading and she once again reacted nervously.  “O-oh, sure,” Natsuki nodded, quickly reaching down and pulling out some orange soda without giving it much thought. Monika narrowed her eyes. She had wanted to ask earlier, but now she was determined to bring it up. “What’s got you so interested in that manga? You’ve been reading it ever since I got here.” “I hope you’re not planning on reading that all night,” Yuri frowned, crossing her arms, “I too brought a book I’ve been quite invested in, but I hope to keep it tucked away for the most part. I intend to participate in tonight’s activities.” Natsuki took exception to that, “Huh? That’s rich, coming from you. You’re always tucked away quietly reading some book or another. I was just reading it while waiting for everyone else to show up!” “But Monika just said you’ve been reading it even after she got here,” Yuri pointed out, “What’s so interesting about that silly manga anyway?” “It’s not silly! You always call my manga silly, but you’ve never actually read any of it, you just dismiss it off-hand!” Monika thought about stepping in. She hadn’t intended for her off-handed comment to spark an argument. It almost felt like she was back at club and she was getting ready to mediate the two before the fight got any worse. However, before she could say anything, Yuri said something that gave her pause. “Fine, let me see it,” Yuri held out her hand. “W-what!?” Natsuki asked, surprised. “If you’re so invested in it, and are so insistent that I’m being needlessly dismissive, then allow me to rectify that by actually reading it, and judging it’s contents for myself.” “W-wait, I mean, you can, but…” “Why are you suddenly so hesitant now that I’m open to the idea of reading it? Or was I right that the contents of that manga are nothing more than shallow fantasies?” “F-fine! Here,” Natsuki thrust the manga into Yuri’s hand, face beet red and cheeks puffed in a pout, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you.” Monika took her chance, “I’m curious too, let me check it out.” Sayori nodded, “Yeah, we can all read it together!” Natsuki only shrunk away more, “I’ve already almost finished it, you guys can read it.” The three huddled around Yuri as she opened the manga. It seemed to be about a high school girl who had somehow managed to acquire supernatural powers, and joined a club of students who were all supernatural creatures fighting against some evil wizard who kept attacking the school because it was built upon the site of an ancient magical weapon. It seemed pretty standard fare to Monika, given her limited exposure to manga.  However, when the three got towards the end of the manga, the part that Natsuki had been so invested in, things got a bit interesting. One of the wizard’s underlings had actually attacked the school, and had split up the club members across the school so they couldn’t fight together. As part of this plan, they locked the biggest threats, the main character and one of the other girls from the club, in the gym storage room. This seemed pretty contrived, at least to Monika, and she realized it was likely just a way to let the other club members get fights in, but the scene kept cutting back to the two girls in the storage room. In particular, they kept focusing on the other girl locked in with the main character, who eventually admitted to needing to pee. Not only that, but the manga seemed to focus a lot on this side-plot, with plenty of angles of the desperate character struggling as the two tried to figure a way out of the room. Monika glanced over at Natsuki and watched as she shrunk further down into the couch, refusing to make eye-contact with any of the girls. At the same time, the situation in the manga acutely reminded Monika of her own urges, and once again she found herself pushing them to the back of her mind as she continued reading. Ultimately, the girl in the manga wound up escaping the room, but was unable to make it to the bathroom. The wetting happened off-panel, but it was clear from the wet patch and the dialogue after the fact that she hadn’t made it. Monika wasn’t sure how to feel about the turn the manga took, nor what the other girls thought about it, but she found herself standing there as Yuri closed the book and looked down at it in thought. “W-well?” Natsuki asked, “Don’t just say nothing after reading it for so long!” “It’s, uh…” Sayori began. “I wasn’t aware you were into something so crass,” Yuri stated matter-of-factly. “Crass?” Natsuki blurted out, clearly offended. “At first, I assumed it was just another childish manga, but the odd focus on the character’s need for the restroom borders on the obscene.” “That’s rich, coming from you,” Natsuki pointed out, crossing her arms, “Aren’t you always reading those weird, morbid books?” “My choice of literature is to explore dark themes for the sake of creativity and to provoke thought. In comparison, this was downright perverted. Not to mention incredibly childish. I mean, the situation was contrived, and the idea that a high school girl would wind up wetting herself is absurd.” “It’s not absurd! She was locked in a room! I bet if you were forced to hold it like she did, you’d piss yourself too.” “I would never!” Yuri replied, crossing her arms indignantly. “Oh yeah? Prove it!” Natsuki challenged. “And how would I do that?”  “Isn’t it obvious?” Natsuki asked, “Hold it! You won’t be allowed to use the bathroom! I’ll see how long before you start begging to be allowed to go!” “Why would I do something so obscene?” “Oh, are you suddenly worried you’ll wet yourself?” “No, of course-” “Okay, you two!” Monika cut in. She was standing there, arms crossed as she stared down both Yuri and Natsuki. She wasn’t sure how the argument got started, but she wasn’t about to let it ruin Sayori’s sleepover, and moreover, all this talk about needing to pee was only further reminding her of her own need.  “Listen, if you two insist on fighting about it, why don’t you BOTH hold it. A holding contest. Yuri, if you have to go before Natsuki, then you can’t really say anything about how childish it is to not be able to hold it anymore.” “Okay,” Yuri asked, “But then what do I get if I win?” Monika hadn’t thought about that. She opened her mouth to say something, but then Sayori interjected. “I have an idea! How about we all participate. We can turn it into a friendly competition! We could make it like a challenge!” “Why would we do that?” Yuri asked. “Well, wouldn’t it be fun to see who can hold it the longest? Plus, it would give us a good penalty for any of the games we play! Anyone who loses has to do some sort of challenge that makes it harder to hold it! Actually, there was this party game one of my classmates was talking about that I wanted to try out, but we needed a good penalty for it!” “I mean, I guess I’m down,” Natsuki answered first. “I don’t know, I still don’t really-” Yuri began, but seeing the smug look already creeping up on Natsuki’s face, she let out a sigh and nodded, “Fine, I don’t want to argue about this anymore anyway.” “I’m in too, then,” Monika nodded, not wanting to be the only dissenting voice. She was a little more than a bit apprehensive about it, though, since she already had to go. “Alright! Let’s start, then!” Sayori smiled, “Oh, but I guess, since none of us need to go yet, we can’t really start right away…” “You were mentioning that movie you wanted to watch earlier,” Monika reminded her, “We could watch that while waiting.” “Great idea! You guys ready?” “Sure,” Natsuki nodded. “I suppose,” Yuri confirmed. Monika felt awkward now. She was put on the spot, and didn’t really want to admit that she had to go. She squeezed her thighs together and judged how full her bladder and bowels were. Neither need was urgent at the moment, and if the idea was they were just going to hold it as long as they could, Monika figured a trip to the bathroom first wasn’t really necessary. “I’m good,” she ultimately wound up saying, pushing her needs once more to the back of her mind. The four sat down and began watching the movie, making sure to have plenty of drinks beforehand for the challenge to come later. Monika was sitting on the couch with Yuri, and Natsuki and Sayori had opted for sitting on the cushions on the floor next to the table, perhaps for easier access to snacks. The movie wasn’t anything special, and Monika wasn’t particularly invested in it, letting her eyes wander as she sipped on her soda. Perhaps it was because of her own needs, but she found her gaze shifting between her friends. Though, at least for now, no one’s actions gave anything away, least of all that any of them had to go to the bathroom. As the movie continued, Monika found it harder to push her needs back to the back of her mind. She wriggled slightly as her bladder continued to fill, not helped in the slightest by the soda she had elected to drink. Her stomach wasn’t doing her any favors either, the pressure slowly mounting as she became increasingly aware of her urge to poop. It wasn’t like she had eaten anything bad, but she often needed to relieve herself shortly after dinner. In her excitement, she had forgotten to do so today, and so as far as her bowels were concerned, she was overdue for a trip to the bathroom. Trying to ignore the building pressure in her abdomen, she once more turned to see if anyone else was starting to feel the urge to pee yet. She found herself studying the others more than the movie. Any errant movement, any slight shuffle. She wasn’t sure why she was so fascinated by the idea, but part of her kind of wanted to know she wasn’t the only one feeling the urge. About halfway through the movie, Monika felt a spasm rock through her bladder, and she tensed up and squeezed her thighs together. The surge of pressure subsided quickly, but now the feeling of fullness building in her bladder was at the forefront of her mind. She tried to focus on the movie to take her mind off of things, but the more she tried to focus on other things, the harder it was for her to ignore. By the movie’s climax, Monika was starting to struggle, and she once again found herself wondering if any of the other girls had to go yet either. She scanned around again. Sayori was sitting still, clearly fully invested in the movie and giving no indication that she had to pee whatsoever. Natsuki seemed equally as unfazed, despite having finished both her water and orange soda, and having even gotten up to run to the fridge and grab another. Monika glanced to her side at Yuri, and at first she assumed all seemed well there too. She was gazing at the screen with her eyes half-lidded, like she wasn’t really interested in the movie, but her expression gave nothing away to any urgency. However, Monika noticed she was sitting stiffer than normal, with her knees rubbing together. An empty glass of water and two juice cans sat next to her on the table. Perhaps Yuri has to go a bit too, that makes me feel a bit better… After what felt like ages, the movie finished, and Monika breathed a small sigh of relief. Natsuki stood up and stretched. If she had to go to the bathroom at all, she wasn’t showing it. Sayori also stood up to do the same, but halfway through the stretch, her body stiffened slightly, and she placed a hand on her abdomen. “How’s everyone holding up after the movie?” Sayori asked, “I’m definitely starting to feel it.” “I’ve definitely gotta go,” Monika took the opportunity to chime in, she didn’t want them suggesting any more delays before the main challenge started. “My bladder is also starting to fill up,” Yuri admitted, turning away and blushing. “I guess I kinda have to go,” Natsuki added, though she didn’t look worried at all, “I could definitely wait a bit longer, but if you three have to go already, then we should start the game.” “What was the game you had in mind anyway, Sayori?” Monika asked. “Oh, right, I never explained it to you guys,” Sayori recalled, “Well, it was a dice game that uses Jenga blocks, so since we have both of those things here, I figured we could try it. We each take turns rolling a dice, and however many dice we have, we have to stack that many blocks on top of each other. If the tower falls over on your turn, then you lose that round, and have to do some sort of penalty. When my friend explained it, they had to share an embarrassing secret, but I figured we could come up with holding challenges, like drinking a glass of water, or having to press on it, or something.” “Sounds good to me,” Natsuki nodded. “Alright, I suppose,” Yuri agreed. “Let’s get started, then!” Monika added. Her urge to pee was growing by the minute, and she could feel the pressure building up in her stomach as well. The sooner the game could begin, the better. It didn’t take long for all the girls to get set up, each sitting around the table as the middle was cleared, save for a place to roll the dice and the Jenga blocks, ready to be stacked. Yuri also offered to brew everyone some tea while they set up, so a hot pot of it sat waiting on a side table, and each of the girls had a glass of water and a hot cup of tea ready to fill their bladders even faster. “Let’s begin! Who goes first?” Monika asked. “Let’s roll for the order to make it fair!” Sayori suggested. They rolled the dice and the order was Monika, Yuri, Sayori, and Natsuki. Conveniently, the four were already sitting in that order, so they could just go around the table and keep track of it easier. “Well Monika, you’re up first!” Monika leaned forwards, ignoring the protest from her bladder, and rolled the first dice. 4. She grabbed four blocks and stacked them neatly on top of each other. Seeing as she was the first to go, she wasn’t worried about the tower losing balance.  “My turn now,” Yuri rolled a one. She placed her block on the tower, and passed the dice to Sayori. “Ooh, another 4! Your turn, Natsuki.” “I got a 3, back to you, Monika!” The tower was starting to get a bit precarious, so Monika hoped for a low number. She held her breath and rolled. It was a 2. She placed her two blocks on the tower carefully, and passed the dice onto Yuri. Yuri rolled, and the girl’s all gasped as they saw the dice. “Ooh, a 6, that’s going to be hard!” Natsuki pointed out. Yuri reached to grab her blocks, carefully stacking on top of them one after the other with the grace that Monika had come to expect from Yuri by now. Monika wondered if Yuri would actually manage to stack all 6 blocks, but after the 4th block, the tower tattered, and as Yuri was trying to balance the fifth, the whole tower came crashing down. “Aw, bad luck, Yuri,” Sayori said, “Okay, so, what should the challenge be?” “How about… you have to chug that glass of water?” Natsuki pointed to the full glass next to Yuri. “A-alright…” Yuri nodded, looking a little nervous. She chugged the glass quickly, before shuffling in place a bit and passing the dice to Sayori. Monika took the time to study everyone else at the table. Natsuki seemed as calm as ever, but it was clear that Yuri and Sayori were starting to struggle a bit. Yuri was sitting up straight, her thighs pressed together as she knelt on the floor. Her knees were rubbing up and down, and her face was a bit red. Sayori was fidgeting with her leg and shuffling around a bit, and she did look a bit nervous.  Monika herself was definitely starting to struggle. Her bladder was uncomfortably full and she was shaking her legs back and forth. Worse still, she was really starting to feel the urge to poop, feeling bloated as the pressure in her bowels kept mounting. She could feel her muscles tense as her body begged her to use the bathroom. “Alright, it’s my turn again!” Sayori smiled, though her usually cheery voice was definitely undercut by her discomfort. She rolled the dice and hit another 6. She quickly stacked her blocks and passed the dice to Natsuki. “You girls look like you’re struggling already, this’ll be a piece of cake,” Natsuki bragged. She was hit with instant karma, however, as the dice immediately hit her with a 5. Natsuki found herself carefully stacking each block. By the time she was getting to her 4th and 5th blocks, she was being extra careful. While 11 wasn’t tall for the tower, it certainly wasn’t short either. Natsuki finished, letting out a sigh of relief, and passed the dice to Monika. Monika rolled and was thankful when it landed on a 2. She stacked both her blocks carefully and passed the dice quickly to Yuri. As she did so, she was hit with a wave of desperation, and sat down quickly, squirming as she squeezed her thighs together and clenched her butt tightly. Yuri rolled a 3, and nervously grabbed her blocks. She placed them with as much grace and elegance as last time, but she definitely looked a lot more unsteady. It didn’t help that, while she was leaning forwards over the tower, she was shuffling in place, clearly feeling the effects of the extra glass of water she drank earlier. Once she was done, she sat back down quickly, shaking and rubbing her knees together as she blushed. It was back to Sayori, and with the tower already pretty tall now, she rolled the dice nervously. It was another 5.  “Aw, there’s no way!” Sayori complained.  She reached for her blocks and began to stack them, and it was definitely clear to Monika at this point that Sayori had to go. She was squirming, and finding it pretty hard to sit still. Still, Sayori was being extra careful to stack her blocks. She placed her last one and the tower wobbled before settling, and Sayori breathed a sigh of relief. However, not a split second later, the tower collapsed. “Oh come on! It totally stopped! Anyway, what’s my challenge?” The three girls looked at each other, and Monika spoke up, “Maybe you have to do 10 sit-ups? That seems like it would be hard on a full bladder.” “That’s so evil. But okay…” Sayori positioned herself on the ground and began doing sit-ups. The first couple she did smoothly, but halfway through she was struggling. She was squeezing her thighs together and panting pretty hard. By the time she finished all of them, she was restless, with a hand jammed between her legs. “That was horrible… I really gotta pee now!” “We’re all holding it,” Monika pointed out, “Let’s just keep going with the game.” Sayori continued to squirm and dance in place as she passed the dice to Natsuki, who grabbed it quickly and rolled confidently. It was a 2. Natsuki quickly stacked her 2 blocks on top of each other to start the new tower, and then passed the dice to Monika. Monika rolled a 4, and stacked her blocks, still trying to ignore the pressure both from her bladder and her bowels. Yuri looked uncomfortable and squirmed as she rolled her dice, and was relieved when she rolled a 2. Sayori hesitated, still clearly desperate from the sit-ups she just had to do, and was relieved when she managed to roll a 1. Monika was trying to gauge the height of the tower, and hoped that Natsuki would roll a low number so that, even if she rolled high, she would likely be able to balance her blocks. “Oh man, a 6,” Natsuki stated, staring down at her roll. Monika watched intently, feeling her bladder nag her in protest as she hoped that Natsuki would knock the tower over. It was not to be, however, and Monika found herself rolling next. It was a 4. Monika quickly reached for her blocks, trying to be careful, but also wanting to get past her turn as quickly as possible. She stacked 2 blocks on the tower without any trouble, but then her bladder hit her with another spasm. She flinched as she was trying to place the 3rd block, and the whole tower came tumbling down. Monika clenched her thighs together as she fought back the wave of urgency, and sighed, “Alright, what’s my challenge?” None of the girls seemed like they had an idea, until Natsuki looked over and saw the other stack of games Monika had brought. “I know! How about Twister? We roll once, for each of your limbs, and you have to hold that position after for 10 seconds!” Monika hesitated. She knew that any twister pose where she had to really spread her legs or contort would be difficult, but everyone seemed to be struggling to come up with any other challenge suggestions.  “Alright,” Monika nodded, wanting to get her challenge over with. They quickly set up the mat, with Monika dancing back and forth as she waited for them to give her the rolls. “Okay, right arm on red!” Monika bent over, placing her right arm on the red dot, and immediately her body protested. Not only was she putting undue pressure on her bladder, but her bloated stomach was feeling the effects too. She clenched her butt as she held back the pressure and hoped the other girls would hurry up so she could finish her challenge. “Okay, left leg on green!” Monika bit her lips and stretched her left leg out over to one of the green circles. Her legs were now spread apart, and if she tried to squeeze her thighs together, she’d likely lose her balance. She felt the muscles quiver and clench as a surge of desperation shot through her. “Right leg on red!”  That was what Monika was most worried about. With red and green on opposite ends, she would have to spread her legs pretty far apart to get her right foot on a red circle. She was now standing there, spreading her legs pretty far and bent over with one hand touching the ground. She was instantly struck with another strong wave of desperation, and in lieu of breaking her position and crossing her legs together, she found herself reaching back with her one free hand and grabbing herself desperately. “Okay, and the last one is left hand on yellow!”  Monika steeled herself and pulled her hand away from her crotch, quickly coming to miss the pressure it had put against it. She placed it on yellow and began counting the seconds in her head, even with Sayori counting aloud anyway. The second she hit 10, Monika bolted upright and crossed her legs together, doubling over as she danced around in desperation. “That was way harder than any of the other challenges!” Monika complained, “It felt like forever too!” “Maybe we can find some online? Like a generator? That way it’ll be more fair for everyone,” Natsuki suggested. “Yeah, I think if it’s not us coming up with challenges on the fly, but finding a random one from a premade pool, it will be a lot more fair for everyone,” Yuri agreed.  Monika was a bit annoyed that they came up with this plan after she had played the worst game of twister of her life, but as long as it meant the challenges moving forward would be more fair for everyone, she agreed.  “I’ll look something up, but give me a few moments to compose myself.” Monika quickly sat down, still squirming as she acutely felt the pressure in her bladder, as well as the poop pressing against her colon. Both from her game of twister and her exertions of holding it in, she could feel a sheen of sweat on her forehead. She looked at the other girls quickly. Sayori was definitely struggling as well, practically unable to sit still and nursing her cup of tea, clearly not wanting to add more liquid to her body. Yuri was also squirming at this point, rubbing her thighs together as she tried not to look at any of her squirming friends. Even Natsuki, who had been the most composed, was starting to shuffle around a bit. Monika then turned to her phone to look up holding challenges. She honestly wasn’t sure what they’d be able to find, but surprisingly, there were a lot more of them online than she thought. She found one that seemed to pick them at random and laid her phone out on the table. “Here we go, hopefully this list will do.” “That’ll work. I just want to get back to the game quickly,” Sayori stated. Yuri nodded in agreement, and even Natsuki agreed. Monika passed the dice to Yuri, and the game started up again, with Yuri rolling a 5. Monika was now finding it harder and harder to concentrate on the flow of the game. Not only had her game of twister really brought the desperation to the forefront of her mind, but the pressure in her stomach was starting to hurt. She felt bloated and was really worried she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. Since the game was supposed to just being a pee-holding contest, Monika wondered if she mentioned needing to poop whether the other girls would let her off easier. Still, the idea of even admitting that was immensely embarrassing, and the last thing she wanted was to get egged into holding both, but now with all the girls knowing she had to poop too. By the time the game turned back around to her, Monika had barely noticed it. “Oh, I guess it’s my turn, then,” Monika nodded, rolling the dice. 5. The tower was already pretty tall, the rolls must’ve been pretty unlucky this round. Monika moved forwards slowly, feeling her bladder and bowels squeeze against her in protest as she carefully grabbed her blocks. One by one she stacked them on top of each other, trying to ignore her needs. She managed to finish her turn without the tower collapsing this time, and almost immediately sat back down, jamming a hand between her legs and squirming. Yuri rolled next, rolling a 2. Despite not rolling high, the tower was getting precarious, and Monika watched as Yuri squirmed in place as she tried to carefully place each block. She placed the first one without incident, but while trying to place the second, she let out a gasp and her hand immediately shot to her crotch. She squeezed her legs together as she tried to focus on the second block, but the second she tried to place it atop the tower, the blocks fell. “No fair, I already lost twice, and Natsuki hasn’t even lost once!” Yuri complained, her voice doing nothing to hide her discomfort. “That’s the game, Yuri,” Natsuki gloated. She was still trying to act calm, but Monika noticed her legs were rubbing together restlessly, and she seemed a bit more jittery than normal. “Okay, let’s see what the challenge is,” Monika spoke. She reached over and tapped the button on her phone, and Monika read the challenge out-loud, “Stand with your legs spread apart for 30 seconds.” “A-alright,” Yuri nodded. She stood up, clearly unsteady, and gave her thighs one last squeeze together before spreading them apart. Almost immediately her eyes widened and she grasped at the hem of her sweater. Her legs were shaking, and it was clear Yuri was fighting the urge to clamp them back together as fast as possible. Yuri bit her lip as she clamped her eyes shut, waiting for the 30 seconds to be over. “Aaand, done!” Sayori announced. Almost immediately, Yuri crossed her legs and doubled over, drawing in a sharp breath as she bounced in place. After regaining some of her composure, she sat down, and silently passed the dice to Sayori to continue the challenge. Monika once again pushed the game to the back of her mind as she focused on holding it. She really had to go at this point, almost unable to sit still, and it really felt like the contents of her colon were trying to push their way out. She was breathing heavily and panting a little in the effort to contain herself. Suddenly, she felt a strong wave, and pressure began building up right against her anus. She clenched and squeezed as tightly as she could, trying to keep it in, but a bit of gas forced its way past and escaped. She was grateful that it had just been gas, but she was mortified at the idea of anyone smelling it. Luckily, everyone seemed to be paying attention to Sayori. It was the second go around the table, so the tower was already quite tall, and Sayori had to somehow balance 6 blocks on top. Somehow, she managed it, and with only one wobble, the tower stayed upright this time, and Sayori passed the dice to Natsuki. Natsuki rolled a 4, and everyone almost immediately knew it would be all but impossible to get the tower that high up without it falling. Sure enough, not even one block in, and the tower came crashing down. “My first loss! Okay, hit me, what’s the challenge?” Monika hit the challenge generator, “Drink a glass of water!” “Oh man, that’s easy!” Natsuki bragged. She quickly chugged her glass of water, barely hesitating as she gulped it down quickly. However, about halfway through chugging, Monika saw Natsuki shuffle in place and squeeze her thighs together, and it was clear that, despite her brave face, she was feeling the effects of a full bladder, and all she was doing now was adding to it. Once she finished, she placed the empty glass down on the table and smiled, but was still clearly way more uncomfortable and restless than she had been before. The game continued, with Monika starting off the new round. She rolled a 4 and quickly stacked her blocks, passing the dice onto Yuri, who had shifted positions, and was now sitting on her heel. Sayori was looking worse for wear, sitting unnaturally stiff as she struggled with one hand jammed between her legs. Monika herself was still dancing restlessly in place, the pressure in her bladder and her colon practically begging her to run off to the bathroom and go before it was too late. She was so distracted, struggling with the pressure as she squirmed and struggled. It was hard for her to find a position she found comfortable, and she was constantly holding back what she hoped was the pressure of another fart. By the time it was her turn again, she barely registered when she rolled a 6. She tried to carefully stack the blocks on top of one another, but it was harder and harder to focus. She suddenly felt the pressure in her bowels mount again, and she had to clench hard to avoid letting anything out. In her efforts to hold it in, her hand slipped and she knocked over the tower, dooming her to whatever punishment the generator would find for her. “Okay, let’s see,” Monika replied, straining, “You have to leak for one second, and then stop. Wait, what!? There’s no way, I don’t want to wet myself!” “Hey, it’s what the challenge says!” Sayori pointed out, “B-besides, it’s just a small leak. I’ve… already leaked into my underwear myself.” “Yeah, come on, Monika, it’s part of the game!” Natsuki urged. Monika looked over to Yuri, hoping she would act as a voice of reason, but Yuri merely shot her an apologetic look and turned away. She was squirming pretty bad and Monika figured she didn’t have the energy to put up much protest against Natsuki and Sayori. Monika let out a sigh and nodded. She was reaching her limits anyway, and any amount of relief from that pressure would be amazing. Monika spread her legs and slowly relaxed her muscles, trying to relax enough to let out a small leak. Despite how badly she had to go, though, it was a lot harder than normal, and she wound up trying to put a bit of pressure to actually leak. Finally, she did, feeling a hot spurt of pee leak out into her panties. Unfortunately, she also felt something squeeze its way out of the other end. She quickly clamped down and squeezed her muscles shut, but aside from the expected wetness, she also let out a loud fart and felt something hot, solid, and sticky in her pants. It wasn’t much, just a small amount, but Monika could tell that she had messed herself as well. “Hahaha, was that a fart, Monika?” Natsuki asked. “Y-yeah,” Monika lied. “Ah, for a second there, I was going to ask if you needed to poop as well,” Yuri stated. “I thought so too,” Sayori admitted, “A-actually, I also really have to poop, but we were having a lot of fun with the game, so I didn’t want to ruin it by running off to the bathroom.” Her face lit up bright like a Christmas tree and she blushed, sitting back down and being careful not to squish the small mass that was protruding in her panties. It was small enough she didn’t think anyone would see it through her pants, but the simple fact that she had actually pooped in her panties was mortifying to her. I can’t believe it. This is the absolute worst. I hope no one smells it… oh my god, I didn’t even bring a spare change of clothes for tonight, what am I even going to do? The game started up again from there, but Monika was no longer paying attention. Not only was her mind firmly on the fact that she actually just had a bit of an accident, moreso than the short leak she had meant to, but now that she had tasted a bit of relief from both ends, her desperation was only heightened. Her swollen bladder was begging for more than just the small taste of relief, and as mortifying as letting a little bit out had been, she could feel even more pressing up against her anus, ready to push its way out as well. It reached Monika’s turn yet again and she merely rolled and stacked her blocks, almost on autopilot.  Should I just give up and go now? Oh my god, I have to go to the bathroom. I just want to run there and let it all out. But we’re all playing this game, and worse still, if I mention I have to poop now, they might smell it, they’ll totally smell it But I can’t hold it much longer, I’m really on the verge of wetting and shitting myself… this is the worst… The game reached Natsuki next before the tower came crashing down again, and Natsuki complained, not bothering to play anything up anymore. Monika tapped the phone, and the challenge Natsuki got was to run her hand under running water for 30 seconds. “Oh god, that’ll be hard,” Natsuki spoke, “I’ll be back, I’ll use the one in the sink so no one thinks I’m cheating and going to the bathroom.” Natsuki shuffled off, and a few moments later the sounds of a running tap were echoing through both the kitchen and the living room. Each of the girls reacted to the sound. Yuri shifted from simply sitting down to now bouncing on her heel, a hand clamped firmly between her legs. Sayori moaned and jammed both hands between her legs as she squirmed desperately on the floor. Monika herself felt her bladder spasm at the sound as she clamped down, feeling another involuntary leak slip out into her still-damp panties. She clamped her hand down on it hard, and tried not to think about the sound as she fought back her bladder and her urge to poop. After what seemed like an eternity, Natsuki made her way back into the room, hobbling with one hand jammed between her legs. Everyone was clearly desperate, and Monika was hoping the contest wouldn’t last much longer.  The game started up again, but each dice roll was going by slow as each of the girls squirmed and struggled against their full bladders. The tower didn’t even make it one way around the table. Sayori found herself desperately trying to stack the blocks when she squirmed involuntarily and sent the tower tumbling down. “No! I have to pee so bad, I don’t think I can do a challenge!” Despite her protests, Monika steeled herself and reached over for her phone, producing another challenge from the generator and reading it aloud, “Allow someone to sit on your lap and try not to squirm for 30 seconds.” “O-okay, but who, though?” Sayori asked. “I think I’m a little too tall,” Yuri mentioned. “I’m a bit tall too,” Monika added, “but Natsuki should fit in your lap pretty easily,” In truth, Monika didn’t see any reason why height mattered, but she figured Yuri had spoken up to avoid having to move, since she looked quite desperate, and Monika herself was appalled at the idea of sitting down on anyone’s lap after having messed herself a little. “Alright, I’ll do it,” Natsuki agreed, clearly wanting to hurry these challenges along. Sayori sat down on the couch and Natsuki took a seat on her lap. Sayori herself was trying her best not to squirm, but Natsuki had no such restrictions, and was shuffling restlessly in Sayori’s lap.  “Stop moving around so much, you’re gonna make me wet myself!” “I can’t help it, I have to pee too!” Sayori’s eyes widened and she let out an eep, squeezing her thighs together and trying not to squirm too much as she clamped down.  “Get off! Natsuki, I’m serious, I can’t hold it anymore!” “Sorry, no can do, it’s part of the challenge, remember?” “I’m seriously gonna-” Sayori stopped and squeezed her eyes shut as she leaned back, trying to take as much pressure off her bladder as possible, “I leaked! I’m gonna pee! Get off!” “There’s still 10 seconds left,” Natsuki teased, even as she herself was squirming in Sayori’s lap out of desperation. Sayori ground and merely struggled, trying to hold on for the remaining time. Each agonizing second, Natsuki’s weight was pressing down on her bladder and making her need to pee even worse. “Okay, time’s up,” Monika announced finally. “Natsuki, get off me! Right now! Please, hurry, I’m gonna~!” Natsuki stood up and Sayori leaned forwards, digging her hands between her crotch. She stood up and doubled over, moaning in desperation as she hopped from foot to foot. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, and froze in place. At first, Monika thought she was just tensing up to hold it in more, but soon a dark spot spread out across Sayori’s pajama shorts and started streaming down her legs. It began to splatter as her stream strengthened, hitting the floor. Sayori let out a sigh of relief as she visibly relaxed, completely wetting herself.  Monika had to turn away, even as she could still hear Sayori pant and sigh in relief, and the sound of liquid hitting the floor as Sayori continued to empty her swollen bladder. Part of Monika wanted to do the same right there, but she had already pooped in her panties, and the last thing she wanted was to wet herself.  As part of her attempts to avoid watching Sayori’s accident directly, Monika turned to look at Yuri, who was looking down and blushing as she was very clearly struggling not to watch her friend wet herself. Curiosity seemed to get the better of her, and she kept glancing back over towards her, even while she herself was fighting to hold on. When Sayori finally finished, she looked down at her puddle and scratched the back of her head sheepishly, “S-sorry, you three, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I guess this means I’m out of the game.” “Not entirely,” Natsuki pointed out, “You still have to poop, right? Why don’t you hold that in so we can keep the game going!” “I guess you’re right, I do really, really still have to poop. It was really hard holding both back at the same time.” Monika wanted to point out that most challenges that would be for a pee holding contest wouldn’t really apply to the other end, but she didn’t have time to protest, and she wasn’t about to bring that up needlessly. She also didn’t want to linger on a conversation that was only reminding her of her own urgent needs. “Anyway, should we clean up the puddle now, or…?” Sayori began to ask, trailing off, embarrassed, since it was her puddle. “We can clean everything up at the end, I’m sure that won’t be the last puddle we make tonight,” Natsuki pointed out, “That could also be the prize for the winner, not having to help everyone else clean up their mess!” No one else seemed eager to disagree, so everyone just nodded, and the game started up again. By this point, it was nearly impossible for Monika to focus on the game. Sayori’s accident had only brought her desperation to a new height, and she was just fighting to hold on. When it became her turn again, she amazingly managed to roll a one, and carefully placed her single block on the tower before returning to her desperate squirming and dancing. Natsuki wound up losing the next round, and Monika reached over for her phone again, “Do 10 jumping jacks.” “Oh are you kidding!” Natsuki complained, but compiled, standing up and getting into position.  She did the first two jumping jacks back to back before pausing to double over, squirming around desperately. She got another one in before once again pausing to cross her legs, gasping as she clearly struggled against a full bladder. Each jump was like a jolt going straight through her bladder, and each time she had to pause and recover. By the time she reached 10, Natsuki was squirming around and dancing desperately, unable to sit still. With how much she was wriggling around, Monika was surprised she had managed to hold on through that. The next round came, and Monika went on full autopilot, just trying to muster up enough strength to hold it until the end of the contest. She didn’t even care about winning at this point, but she figured if everyone was so desperate, that if someone else wet themselves, she could give up without much protest. As she squirmed and struggled, it hit her turn again, and she rolled a 6.  The tower was pretty high, and already teetering unsteadily. She didn’t really think she was going to be able to stack all 6 blocks up. She tried her best to stack the first block on the tower without it collapsing, at least, but her unsteady hand and her unfocused mind made for a dangerous combination. The tower came crashing down. “Well, guess it’s my turn for a challenge,” Monika spoke, her voice strained. She reached out to her phone and read her own challenge aloud, “Allow someone to give you a tight, squeezing hug from behind.” “I’d do it, but… I’m a bit wet already, I don’t want to get you wet,” Sayori pointed out. “Can’t… stand up… not after those jumping jacks,” Natsuki complained. “I’ll do it,” Yuri stood up unsteadily. Monika immediately blushed. She had messed herself earlier, and she had been desperately begging no one to notice the smell this whole time. If Yuri got really close to her for a hug, even if Monika managed to hold herself, she was worried that Yuri would smell it. “M-make it quick, I really can’t hold it much longer,” Monika admitted, though while it seemed like she just meant her bladder, she knew in her mind she was on the verge of making an even bigger mess. “M-me neither,” Yuri admitted.  She reached behind Monika and wrapped her arms around her, squeezing her tightly, and making sure to put pressure on Monika’s bladder for the challenge. Monika let out a desperate groan and felt a leak spurt out of her. She clamped and crossed her legs, trying to fight against the added pressure from Yuri’s hold.  Yuri released her, and Monika let out a sigh of relief, both from having somehow held on, but also from the fact that it didn’t seem like Yuri had smelled anything. Monika sat down quickly and Yuri hobbled back to her spot on the floor, and Monika passed the dice to Yuri. Yuri rolled a 6, and immediately reached over to grab her blocks. She began stacking them on top of each other, but her hands were unsteady and it was clear she was incredibly desperate. She was shuffling back and forth and practically burying her crotch into her heel, trying desperately to physically plug herself up as she fought back against a swollen bladder. Still she managed to stack her blocks on top of each other, and passed the dice to Sayori. Sayori also managed to roll a 6, and struggled as she stacked them up. She was no longer desperate to pee, but it was clear she was still moving stiffly and awkwardly, and Monika knew all too well what Sayori was fighting against. As she leaned forwards to carefully stack her last block, she let out a loud fart and blushed, sitting back down. “S-sorry, I really gotta go!” “It’s fine, just pass the dice!” Natsuki asked forcefully. It was clear the jumping jacks had taken their toll, and the poor girl had her hands clamped between her legs, desperately struggling to hold on. She pulled one away from her crotch to grab the dice and roll it. “Another six,are you kidding me?” Sure enough, not halfway through stacking all her blocks, Natsuki knocked the tower over, and Monika quickly leaned forwards to dish out her challenge. “Listen to ocean wave sounds for 30 seconds.” “Is that it, okay!”  Natsuki grabbed the phone and clicked on the provided link, playing it out loud for everyone to hear. “W-wait, Natsuki, use headphones!” Monika urged. “Yeah, it’s your punishment, not all of ours!” Sayori agreed, even though she no longer had to pee anymore. “I can’t… hold it anymore!”  Yuri doubled over, reaching back and clamping both hands over her crotch uselessly. She squirmed and struggled as she squeezed her eyes shut and groaned in desperation, but not a few moments later, a loud hiss could be heard. She burst, a hot, forceful stream of urine pouring out of her as the sounds of ocean waves had overcome her bladder fully. She sat there panting and blushing, each breath almost a moan as she felt her body shake in utter relief.  Monika let out another involuntary leak at the mere sight of Yuri wetting herself, and she didn’t think she would be able to hold it in watching Yuri any more.  “N-Natsuki, you win,” Monika admitted, standing up and bouncing from foot to foot in desperation, “I can’t hold it anymore either, I’m about to wet myself too, so let’s both go to the bathroom before we make more of a mess.” “H-hey, I’m still holding it too!” Sayori pointed out. “Even before that, Natsuki didn’t win!” Yuri accused, still wetting herself, “she cheated, she played the sounds out loud instead of doing the challenge herself!” “Well, you were the one who said wetting yourself was childish, now who’s the child? Me and Monika are the only ones still dry!” “Anyway, should we continue?” There’s still three of us holding something, so-” “N-no, I can’t…” Monika admitted, “I can’t anymore!” Monika felt her whole body fighting against her, and she realized she was at her limit. Focusing all her attention on not completely messing herself, she gave up fighting against her full bladder. She practically exploded, a hot, wet stream of urine poured down her legs, soaking into her pajama pants until they were sticking to her legs. The stream continued to flow onto the floor, spreading out into a large puddle beneath her.  Monika couldn’t even enjoy the sensations of relief as her bladder emptied itself. All she could do was clench and hope that the contents of her colon stayed inside her as she emptied it out, and that she could at least hold it until the bathroom was free after Sayori and Natsuki used them. Finally, after what felt like ages, Monika’s stream died off, and she stood there, looking down at a downright enormous puddle. “Well, technically I’m still holding it, but I’m willing to say you’re the winner here, Natsuki, especially since I already wet myself earlier,” Sayori replied, “Besides, if I don’t go now, I’m definitely going to poop my pants.” “A-alright,” Natsuki nodded, “A-actually, Sayori, I don’t want you making a total mess of yourself, so you can go first. Just please, hurry!”  “Are you sure?” Sayori asked, before a loud noise from her stomach makes her face pale, and she doubles over, “A-actually, alright! I gotta go now!” “Ah, actually, I also have to poop, a little,” Monika admitted, trying to play it off like she wasn’t also on the verge of messing herself. “While you three do that, I’m going to clean myself up in the bath,” Yuri replied, voice irritated. She was clearly still upset by Natsuki’s stunt. The three girls began hobbling their way towards the only toilet in Sayori’s house, which was upstairs. Sayori began slowly climbing the steps, with a clearly desperate Natsuki and Monika behind her. Suddenly, however, Sayori doubled over, and let out a gasp. “Oh my god!” A loud fart filled the stairway as Sayori hunched over and grabbed her stomach. It didn’t take long for Monika to notice why. A large lump was forming in the back of Sayori’s pajama shorts. She was pooping herself.  It happened way faster than any of them expected, with Sayori’s shorts and panties suddenly sagging by a large, smelly brown mass at her rear. She gasped and doubled over as even more came out, and tried to adjust herself, looking down and begging for none to leak out onto the floor.  “Well, if you’re already shitting yourself, then I’m going to go!”  Natsuki jolted past Sayori and rushed up to where the bathroom was. Monika looked down at Sayori, who was still making a mess of herself, and apologized as she slipped past too. Sayori simply stood there and finished before trying to hobble her way up to the bathroom carefully. Monika found Natsuki three steps from the bathroom, doubling over and hobbling from foot to foot, inching closer to the bathroom. Perhaps it was a wave of desperation, or perhaps Natsuki had stumbled over her own feet, but before she could reach the bathroom, the poor girl fell to the floor and let out a loud gasp. A wet patch appeared between her legs as a spurt escaped out from the impact. Natsuki let out a cry of shock and desperately clamped her legs together, jamming both hands against her crotch in a vain attempt to stop the inevitable. Unfortunately, it was too late, and in her struggle to get up, the dams burst. A loud hiss accompanied her moans of desperation as she finally let loose, the powerful spray practically ignoring her panties and pajama pants as she pissed full-force onto the floor. The puddle quickly spread out across the hallway, and Monika paused.  Natsuki wasn’t even halfway done emptying her bladder when Sayori hobbled down the hallway behind them. The second she noticed Natsuki she placed a hand over her mouth and gasped. “Oh no! I’m so sorry, Natsuki!” Sayori and Monika stood there and watched Natsuki wet herself, almost transfixed, even despite Monika’s own urgent need. The puddle kept growing and growing, and Monika wondered if it would spread out across the width of the whole hallway. It nearly did, but as Natsuki let out one final gasp of relief, her stream died down, and Sayori patted her on the shoulders. “I can’t believe you managed to hold that much for that long!” She said, helping Natsuki up and admiring the puddle. As she bent down, Monika could see the rather large lump in her pajama shorts, and was almost equally as impressed by its size, “The rest of us wound up totally making a mess of ourselves way before you did.” “Y-yeah,” Natsuki smiled, puffing out her chest despite wetting herself, though her face was bright red, “I’m still the winner!” “Well, with that, I’m going to go clean up before I make more of a mess on the floor,” Sayori replied sheepishly before hobbling into the toilet and closing the door. “Oh, Sayori, wait!” Monika called out, but it was too late. Monika had downplayed needing to poop, but she was actually on the verge of messing herself. She tried to hold on for a bit longer, but the truth was she had no idea how long Sayori would be cleaning up in the bathroom. She could feel the pressure in her abdomen mount and build up, and she gasped as she doubled over. She clenched as tight as she could, trying to force back the pressure mounting right at her anus. At first, she almost thought she’d be able to make it, but then a sharp pain shot through her stomach. She let out a long fart and hoped that would relieve enough pressure to tide her over, but in the next instant, her colon contracted in one final push, and she could no longer hold it back. She was messing herself. She could understand why Sayori had managed to shit herself so fast. The pressure in her colon was immense, and the second she felt her anus loosen, almost all of the pressure nearly forced its way out at once. It was a large, mostly solid mass that filled her panties and began to sag as she let it continue to push out. She let out a sigh of relief almost like a moan as she finally felt the relief her body had been begging for this whole time. “Oh my god,” Natsuki spoke as she turned around, hearing and likely smelling Monika’s accident, “There’s no way you weren’t holding it in this whole time, that thing’s massive.” Sayori seemed to be done cleaning up in the toilet, or as much as she could be, wearing the same clothes. She stepped out and saw the result of Monika and Natsuki’s accidents, and blushed. “Oh my, that’s… impressive,” Sayori told Monika, “Sorry, if I had known you had to poop too, I would’ve let you go first. Since, well, I already did.” It’s okay,” Monika spoke, but she had no idea what she was going to do now. Actually, she had no idea what any of them were going to do. She didn’t know about the others, but she only had her current clothes, and they were all in various stages of messiness after their accidents.  As Monika stepped past the puddle and into the bathroom to hopefully get most of the sagging bulge in her pants into the toilet, she felt completely embarrassed and mortified that she had completely wet and shit herself in front of her friends. But more than that, she was even more mortified at another thought. That… that wasn’t actually that bad… in fact… it might have even been a little bit fun? There’s no way! Trying to push that thought to the back of her mind, Monika cleaned herself up as best as she could in the toilet, and stepped back out, wondering how on earth they were going to deal with everything, and how they were going to enjoy the rest of the slumber party. - The End - Edited May 11, 2022 by Railgun-sama (see edit history)
Decided to post this here because the world could always use more OMO. Please let me know if you enjoy, and if you really like this I'm open for commissions! Celestia didn't dare stop trotting, even as she became more certain what she was looking for wasn't to be found, because she knew disaster would strike if she stood still.  A great sloshing inside of her tortured her at every step, making her vision go blurry with tears as the contents of her bladder rammed against the exit repeatedly and rhythmically each time her hips shifted to walk. It was taking its toll too; she was getting weaker, and soon enough she wouldn't be able to hold it at all... Such a thought almost made her cry, if anything because it was just too horrible to consider. A Princess did not have an accident, especially after sneaking out of an insufferable garden party to find a bathroom! The rocking of her lower body from her frantic trotting wasn't helping either, and she could only hope the dampness on her mound was from the sweat beading on her shimmering coat. Oh, the many inconveniences of her brilliant white coloration... A single dribble would shine like a beacon to appearance obsessed ponies, and no amount of damage control could undo such a level of scandal.  Whimpering as she turned a corner to another dead end, the mare had to face the truth she'd spent the past fifteen minutes denying; there were no restrooms on this end of the garden after all. It was isolated and well hidden and perfect in every other way, but there was nowhere for her to pee with dignity. Dancing on the spot, she tried to control her breathing and think of a plan, having a hard time mulling over ideas with her brain fixated on one thing; relief. All of her thoughts inevitably snapped back to her pressing reality and how good it would be to let go, even if it came at the cost of all her dignity, and denying herself that release was getting harder. Biting her lip, she tried to keep it in any way she could, no longer too concerned with looking regal and instead squirming on the spot in an ungainly potty dance. Both of her thighs felt certain to cramp with how she was shoving them together, but she would have still thrown a hoof back for extra insurance were her long legs not already tangled together.  A lifetime of being raised as a Princess made her quite capable of holding and equally afraid of revealing her bodily functions, but she doubted that would keep her secure much longer. It was like invisible forces were tugging at her now, pulling her legs apart and doing their best to pry the floodgates open no matter how she fought... Manners alone weren't going to keep nature's call at bay forever. It was time to accept that a toilet just wasn't going to materialize, no matter how hard she searched, and that she had to face her problem with what she had... which was nothing, at the moment.  Keening to herself at a hot spasm rippling across her marehood, she uncrossed and crossed her back legs in a hurry, praying the thin line of warmth dribbling down one of her thighs was just more sweat. Now on the verge of an accident, the mare silently promised her bladder that she'd empty it very soon, provided there were no more leaks. Hooves stomping the lush grass into a flat carpet, Celestia cried out in pain and frustration, thankful only that she was alone. Beautiful flowers and plump vegetation surrounded her in a twisted labyrinth that limited visibility to a few feet, giving her some modicum of privacy in her darkest moment and allowing her to try and think. Any other pony would have just done the obvious and taken advantage of the nearest gap in the bushes, but she had never once gone anywhere but a toilet, and despite her desperation she was in no hurry to try. There was no guarantee she'd even be able to do it properly, and she certainly wouldn't enjoy a moment of it... Which was to say nothing of an even worse possibility; what if she was discovered in the act? Humiliation bloomed across her face in an intense blush, the very idea of such a scandal making her rump clench to lock in her burden and prevent her nightmare from becoming a reality. The idea sent her panicked mind absolutely wild. What would her subjects think if she was caught urinating amongst the roses? It would be unthinkable! Such a transgression against all that was becoming of her station, and that was to say nothing of what would happen if she was filmed... Pain and another feeling she didn't dare acknowledge pulsed through her bladder at the mortifying idea. But all the potential humiliation she was capable of imagining didn't change the one inevitability, she was going to pee, very soon, no matter how desperately she fought. There was just too much to hold, and it was still ramming against her poor urethra like a furious tidal wave demanding freedom, leaving her to squirm and tremble in a dripping sweat as she gasped for air. Magic couldn't save her with all the concentration it required, and the pressure it exerted on the body would have had her spurting before she arrived at her destination. All the missed opportunities to duck away and pee in the palace flashed before her eyes like a final mocking reminder, and she would have traveled back in time just to kick herself for thinking her needs could wait. Near to tears, she made the decision she had to, and her long neck stretched upwards in search of some privacy. Instinct led her to a tiny alcove off the main path, a curtain of flowers offering a hint of cover as she quickly slipped beneath them and into the tiny clearing beyond. Surrounded by walls of flora to protect her from prying eyes, she figured such an area was the best she could hope for, not that any one spot stood out to her. With no experience to draw from, she looked around at everything, noting all the little dips or crevices that could potentially hold her urine. Being faced with the physical reality of looking for a spot to pee made her pussy clench in a war with nature's calling, leaving her to briefly close her eyes and wrestle for control back before she started gushing into the nearest ditch.  Whining and looking about frantically, she just managed not to trip over her locked legs as she saw it; a gap between two bushes with a small depression in the ground beneath. It was just the right size for a large mare, particularly if she dropped her rump to squat, and would let her feel the tiniest bit sheltered. The dip would keep her hooves dry too, provided she was careful. Another dribble of what she no longer dared to hope was sweat launched her into action. Unable to believe herself even now, she turned on the spot and aimed her backside for the gap, trying not to trip as she backed up blindly into the corner. Tender leaves tickled her pristine ass, almost teasing her with the fact that she was nowhere near a toilet and thoroughly out of her element. There weren't words for what she'd have traded for the cool certainty of a porcelain bowl beneath her... that was to say nothing of an actual door to lock! Having no idea what she was doing, Celestia swallowed her pride and dropped her lower half as she raised her tail, trying to hold onto some modicum of her dignity in the process. It didn't feel like she was at all elegant as she squatted like a common dog, her magic tail rising up to reveal her tight marehood and even tighter asshole to the world. Maneuvering her tail well out of the splash zone, she adjusted her hooves as best she could, holding back the flood only through the power of her nerves.  Glancing back at herself with palpable uncertainty, she couldn't help but wince as the flowers she was aiming at seemed to look right back at her, their petals curling almost accusingly in her direction as they sat helpless in her shadow. Deep shame welled up in her belly and she was forced to look away, the silliness of her embarrassment doing nothing to quell it. Of course the plants couldn't actually mind, but she still felt beyond reprehensible, at least for the Royal gardeners. If she'd gone when the opportunity had presented itself, these poor blooms wouldn't be facing a soaking now... The final spreading of her legs kick started a reaction in her body so intense her pupils contracted with a gasp, her hooves just keeping their footing where the grass turned to bare dirt as something shifted inside of her. A reservoir of piss sloshed for a final time, the weight of it all moving from her belly to between her legs as her bladder realized she was giving in. Jaw going tight, the mare took one final breath of preparation that became two, which repeated faster and faster until she was nearly hyperventilating on the spot. Her anxiety peaking as the finality washed over her, Celestia stayed committed, though there was no backing out now. Keenly aware she was shaking from the tip of her nose to her exposed mound, the mare felt herself opening up despite her reservations, though it was a slow and tortuous process.  Bright sunlight caught her lips just as they managed to relax, the dripping folds spreading to unveil her urethra to the light breeze whistling through the trees. Tender pink lips winked at the flowers now inches from her mound, and a soft sound like none she'd ever made tumbled out of her open mouth as she felt the cool air easing her to release. There was no need for conscious decisions, not that she would have been capable of one anyway, for her body to decide it was time. This being more or less her decision didn't stop her from tensing reflexively when the muscles she'd overworked finally relaxed and let it happen. Countless glasses of tea and punch that she'd downed to avoid conversation took their sweet time getting through the exit, but she still felt the heat when they started to escape, the fat beads of urine forming on her marehood like tiny pearls before they fell. For all of her desperation, the flow started as nothing more than droplets coming out one after the other, their sluggish movement almost mocking her in the face of her predicament. After almost pissing herself and finally giving in just before it was too late, this was all she had to pee? Thankfully for her, the droplets began to multiply and hasten their journey in short order, coming out faster and closer together until they were a thin waterfall that cascaded to the ground below. Tasting the relief she'd been so eager for, Celestia tried not to interrupt herself, hopeful that it would continue to speed up. Her wish was granted as a pleasant warmth began to radiate from her marehood, and a few seconds of further buildup allowed the flow to gain enough speed to arc away from her pussy, the thin spout of pee merrily singing its song as it pattered into the earth. Now she was starting to feel actual relaxation, which made it all the easier for her tinkle to thicken the little bit more it needed to bridge the gap between herself and the flowers. For all of their apparent complaints, the plants soaked up her little rainstorm as if they were fully parched, leaves angling as much of the spray as possible to the thirsty roots. With that, she finally felt what she was looking for, the start of true relief. Celestia would have moaned if not still in so much shock, the delightful pattering of her stream against the flowers making her spread her legs and lean forward to help it flow. Musical tinkling filled the air as she peed more forcefully, the droplets raining down from leaf to leaf before soaking into the earth at her hooves, leaving an unmistakable patch of wetness in their wake. Her stream continued to sparkle in the dappling sun as it rained down on the leaves and petals framing her hefty backside, leaving them as soaked as if a summer rain had been unleashed. Soon the soft sound was intensifying into an unmistakable hiss as her overstretched bladder started contracting to force the urine out as fast as her body allowed. A thick cascade began gushing out forcefully enough to push the plants branches about and make them sway, resulting in a few more tickles to her rump that she no longer minded. If anything, the nature was just a part of the fun, reminding her that even if she couldn't help it she was acting very unbecoming of a Princess. A curious desire to check on herself rose up and refused to be dashed, and with a final glance at the exit to be sure she was alone, Celestia decided to give in. Preparing to loom back with her long neck, the mare subconsciously pushed, pissing so hard it would be a miracle if she wasn't heard before she was seen, not that she was as horrified by that as she should have been. Suddenly the image of a handsome stallion stumbling across her like this was... enough to make her wet with more than just urine. Ignoring her fantasies, the mare turned her head and craned her neck, getting a perfect view of her ass amongst the leaves. A stream of truly impressive power surged out of her almost parallel to the earth, pushing right through the branches and threatening to strip the bush to its bark. Piss was already dripping from each individual leaf, the literal golden shower sparkling even as it foamed in the growing puddle behind her. Pride filled her chest at the sight; she was peeing all that, with so much more to go? Even for a mare of her size, it was an impressive feat of holding, and more importantly felt so wonderfully good. All of her worries seemed to flow out with her stream, allowing her to relax and sigh whilst she took the time to savor the release. Unrepentant in her delight, she kept her head facing backwards as she wiggled her hips, letting her stream go from side to side to ensure everything got a thorough watering. A fine mist was sent through the air as high velocity piss spattered against solid branches, sending a few back to cover her exposed ass. She couldn't have cared less about the mess with all the fun she was having. All she could ask herself was; why had she waited this long to go, and gotten in such a panic? There was nothing but bliss on her expression as she watched the ground sag under so much liquid and felt her bladder shrink in tandem. Relief mixed with pleasure made relaxing much easier as she settled in her squat, tail waving back and forth over her head as she moaned in delight.  As she hit half of her capacity, the mare made sure to push again, wanting the entire reservoir cleared. What had once been fine tea in gorgeous crystal cups gushed down to the earth without a care, forming a lake that filled the small depression completely. The same part of her that had fought this was now reveling in it, and she could feel her mound pulsing in one very particular spot, her throbbing clit soaked in her piss. Holding it for so long had made her exceptionally sensitive too, allowing her to really enjoy herself. Feeling her stream fluctuate, Celestia took a moment to catch the breath she didn't realize she'd lost, the sweat of her exertion still dripping down her body. Bladder no longer bulging from her middle, she set about finishing up, closing her eyes and savoring the end just as she had the beginning. The stream lagged quickly from the dropping pressure, leaving her to squeeze down so the remaining quantity could be freed. Lips parting on both ends, Celestia let the last of the hot piss flow until it went from a stream to dribble, the arc lagging until it no longer cleared her pussy. She couldn't stop herself from putting on a small smile, the final dribble slinking down her pussy to tickle her inner thigh before dropping off and leaving her empty quite suddenly. Clear thought returned with a small sigh, though the full realization of what she'd done took a moment to dawn on the royal mare. Still quivering from exertion and excitement, she rose to her full height slowly, standing from her squat with a few careful steps forward. Piss dripped from her sopping pussy with every step, and she became aware of a not insignificant amount that had just splashed back onto her ass. Only now starting to think of how to clean up, she stood shakily on her long legs, breathing deeply before she did an about face to behold her efforts. A pony sized portion of the bush was soaked to the point of sagging, and the ground below had fared no better, the fertile earth dark and wet beneath the lake she'd made. Blushing hard, Celestia took a few further steps back to clear herself from the mess, embarrassed but feeling quite... excited by her decision. It looked like a creature twice her size had made that mess, and that was as thrilling as it was flattering; she'd held all that in, all morning? How strong of a bladder did she have? A distant laugh pulled her from her fun, reminding her that the garden party was still on and she had most likely been noticed as missing by now. If she didn't hurry ponies would come looking, and it wouldn't take a particularly bright individual to tell what she'd just been doing. Savoring this unexpected fun would have to be done later, when the gardens were really empty and she wasn't dripping from her trip to the bathroom. Speaking of which... Limited options led her to the large and dry leaves of a nearby tree, which she plucked using her magic and brought to her muzzle for a quick inspection. Not finding any sign of dirt and too pressed for time to do a thorough check, she ruled them good enough, blushing again as she spread her legs and raised her tail. A sopping pussy met the leaves with a tiny gasp from her, though she pressed on through her mixed uncertainty and arousal to take care of business. Softness against her marehood soaked up what it could, though there was quite a mess to be cleaned, resulting in her selecting multiple batches of leaves to wipe with. Even with a very real need to rush the mare had to take a moment to savor the feeling of her clit being caressed, her arousal letting the leaves all but glide between her lips.  Scattering the soiled fronds over her puddle when she finished, she hoped everything would dry before anypony wandered by, as there was no hiding that something had happened here. When she was as certain as could be she was clean, Celestia held her head high and left her secret alcove, keeping its location thoroughly in the back of her mind as she navigated her way back to the party. Any witnesses would have thought her small smile to be nothing more than a polite expression humoring the party atmosphere, but she knew there was a gleam of naughty delight in her eyes. No amount of propriety would allow her to hide just how much she'd enjoyed herself. As the sounds of the party grew louder, she sighed in bliss. This had been a most unexpected bit of excitement on a very boring day. "Your Majesty!"  A white Pegasus in full armor cried out as he caught sight of her, though she was calm and merely greeted him with a smile and a nod as he ran to her side. Dropping into an out of breath bow, the stallion huffed through his words, which tumbled out at a mile a minute. "We were just sent out to look for you! Is everything alright? Did something happen?" "Everything's quite fine!" she assured with a polite wave of her hoof, encouraging the guard to follow so they could assure the others. Thoroughly relieved, the stallion nodded and followed with a salute, looking quite pleased with himself to be returning with the Princess. Chuckling to herself, Celestia waved her tail from side to side, savoring the lingering tingle of her release.  This was truly the greatest garden party she'd ever attended.
I woke up early one morning to my usual alarm: a full bladder. The familiar swell of morning urine was visible by a bump in the waistband of my baby blue panties. I was so tired, but I managed to roll out of bed and stumble into the hallway. "Hey, Felicity," my roommate greeted as she entered the bathroom. I shyly covered my chest, wearing only a white tank top. "Hey," I mumbled back as she shut the door. My hand went to my crotch as the sensation started to get to me. I retreated into my room and threw on a big, black t-shirt. I wasn't going to get completely dressed since I usually went back to bed after I pee'd for the first time. I sat on the edge of my bed, squirming and pinching at my crotch. I could hear the patter of my roommate's urine stream through the walls, an uncomfortable reminder. I heard the front door open and close. "Danielle?" a male voice called. My heart started fluttering. I had a huge crush on my roommate's brother. "I'm in the bathroom, I'll be right out!" she called back. I really wanted to talk to him. I hurried over to my mirror and sat on the floor in front of it, my legs criss-crossed and jiggling from my need to pee. I hurriedly started brushing my knotted, silver-blond hair, scooting back and forth. I took out my makeup and started on that, too. It was a little tedious because I could hardly sit still. I winced and wriggled my butt as I screwed the eyeliner cap back on, grabbing my vagina right after. Man, I had to pee. I had to pee so bad my back teeth were swimming. I moved my foot under my butt so I could scoot my pussy into my heel. Not long after that, if I wasn't holding or rubbing myself, I was fucking with the waistband of my underwear. The bit of pressure it put on my pee baby was enough to make me aware of it, slightly intensifying my distracting urge to urinate. I was desperate by the time I finished. I could hear the two talking in the main room. I stood up and froze there with my legs crossed for a minute, my full bladder pulsating with urgency. I stood dancing at my dresser as I pulled off my big shirt and decided what to wear. I almost couldn't even think. My urinary system demanded so much of my attention. My urethra, as well as my thighs, were constantly straining to keep my pee in. I never held my morning pee in this long. It was practically unheard of. I hopped from foot to foot, huffing in frustration. I was overthinking my outfit. Plus, I was starting to sweat from having to pee so bad. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, squeezing and unsqueezing between my legs and pulling at my the butt of my underwear like I had a wedgie or something. I threw something on, checked myself out in the mirror (pee dancing of course), then took it off and stood there puzzling again. A surge of pressure threatened to make me piss myself right there. I gripped myself and doubled over, filling my cheeks with air and squeezing my eyes shut. A little bit of pee trickled out and dampened my underwear, making me hop around and writhe madly to keep my urine in. My eyes were watering. I thought I had more control than this. I couldn't believe I was about to piss myself! I jumped into some jean shorts and threw on a sweatshirt, deciding any further outfit choice could be made after my pressing need was taken care of. It was an emergency. I scrambled to my bedroom door and swung it open, finding myself face to face with my roommate's brother. "Hey," he greeted, with a smile that made me melt. "H-hey," I replied, struggling to stay composed. "I didn't know you were home," he said, entering the bathroom. No no no, please, let me in first... "Oh, yeah, I'm home," I stuttered awkwardly, trying to nonchalantly cross my legs. My bladder was pounding with urgency. He looked down at my antsy feet. "Hey, do you want to use the bathroom first?" he asked, stepping out. I turned so red my face felt hot. "No, no! Go ahead, seriously! I was just... going to get some breakfast." "Ah," he said, smiling at me as he shut the door. I wedged my hands between my thighs and doubled over. I couldn't even remember a time where I needed to pee this badly. "Breakfast, huh?" my roommate teased from down the hallway. I shushed her. "What do you want? A smoothie? A bowl of cereal with extra milk? Whatever you have, you're definitely gonna want some orange juice." I hobbled into the kitchen, sitting uncomfortable on a stool and tightly crossing my legs, rocking back and forth. "I have to go so bad, Dani, I feel like I'm gonna pee my pants..." "Why'd you wait so long?" There was a pause. "You were doing your makeup for Adam, is that it?" "Shut up! No I wasn't!" I said in a hushed voice. "Well, you probably have time to pee in the sink. He told me he had to shit." My heart sunk. "What? You're joking." She shrugged. "He did offer you the bathroom first. You didn't wanna take it. So what do you want to eat, for real this time?" I gasped as a little bit of urine leaked out. I squeezed my crotch and froze, tightening every muscle in my body. "Jeez, Felicity..." "Don't do that..." I muttered, hiding my face in my hands. "This is so embarrassing..." "Hey, everyone's gotta pee," she playfully punched my in the shoulder. "Distract yourself. What do you want to eat?" I groaned. "I don't want to pile anything on top of this," I said, grimacing. "Eggs it is," she said, pulling them out of the fridge. "You want toast, too?" A little bit more urine leaked out and I jumped out of the seat, writhing around crazily, trying not to piss on myself. "O-Oh my god!" I gasped, dropping down to one knee to dig my heel into my dribbling vagina. The pressure just wouldn't dissipate. It lingered furiously, threatening to push more liquid waste out of my exhausted urethra at any moment. My underwear was pretty warm and wet at this point. I could feel the firm shape of my bloated urinary organ in my lower belly, especially when I tried to stand up straight. Danielle lowered her voice. "Okay, completely serious, you probably do have time to pee in the sink. It's better than peeing your pants." "I can't!" I said, on the brink of tears. "Ohhh god..." I whined, wriggling like crazy. "Look at me. Are you gonna pee your pants if you keep holding it much longer?" My bladder felt like it was going to explode. It hurt so much I couldn't breathe. I couldn't answer her question. I just unbuttoned my shorts and, holding myself as tight as I could, got up and rushed to the sink. I peed a little bit as I stood up. I yanked my shorts down and hopped up on the sink, bursting almost as soon as I was in position. I let out a choked sigh of relief, shuddering with euphoria. As if on cue, I heard the bathroom door open. In terror, I clenched every muscle below my waist, painfully stemming the stream to a dribble, and hopped off the sink. I frantically yanked my pants up, slowly wetting my underwear more and more. I writhed around and clutched at my vagina, desperately trying to force my screaming, overfull bladder to stop draining. Adam turned the corner as the dribbling grew to a jet of piss spraying out of my urethra, soaking the crotch of my jean shorts, rapidly traveling down my inner thighs and letting yellow liquid streak down my legs. His face went white, looking completely shocked as he watched my soil my pants. Danielle had her hnds cupped over her mouth in shock. Urine pattered at my feet. My legs were pressed tightly together, and my hand was gripping my squirting vagina. I couldn't look in anyone's direction as I suddenly bolted past them and into the bathroom, my bladder continuing to drain as I did so, undoubtedly leaving a trail of piss behind me. I emptied my bladder completely into my shorts while I sat on the toilet, wholeheartedly mortified and in disbelief of what just happened.
My first try at a story. I tend to be a bit long winded so I thought I’d post in a couple installments. The story was inspired by a combination of the Paul Tester stories called “The All Day Girls” and the movie Groundhog day. Any kind comments appreciated. Loops Lacey had some social problems growing up since she simply couldn’t hold her pee as long as most kids her age and was thus prone to pee accidents. When she was very little, it wasn’t much of an issue but it became more so when she started school. Her control had gotten somewhat better by then but it was still not up to her peers. It became a serious issue as she approached middle school age and the embarrassment and teasing grew to the point that she didn’t even want to go to school. Her parents had her examined by a doctor and he did a complete set of rather uncomfortable tests. The doctor told her that she had an unusually sensitive bladder that sent signals about fill earlier and more intensely than usual but that it was normal in capacity. That meant that with training she could wait as long as the other kids but the need to go would be more intense than they felt for the same fill level. She would just have to overcome it. The doctor gave her a bunch of Kegel exercises and holding practice routines such as interrupting her flow and just plain waiting as long as possible several times a week. She even suggested fantasies, some sexual, as distractions to help her control her bladder. The latter weren’t all that much use until she matured a bit more but all the other exercises and routines she practiced diligently with the result that by now, at 21, she had very strong bladder control and could force herself to wait quite a long time despite feeling the need to pee extremely badly. When she had matured to the point that the sexual fantasy technique became useful, that to helped, not with the physical need so much but it did provide some distraction with the added bonus that she found that she very much enjoyed it. While trying to get control of her pee accident problem as a teen, she searched the web for pee holding techniques. She discovered some advice and also some things she hadn’t imagined such as Omarashi web sites and the entire pee desperation and wetting fetish scene. While actual wetting intentionally, by force or by accident and any S&M was of no interest what so ever to her since she her experience with wetting was it resulted far to many times in humiliation and embarrassment. She discovered that some people, mostly guys, were very much aroused by seeing someone, usually a girl, desperate to pee and that really intrigued her. It explained some of the reactions of others, especially guys, that had happened to her when they realized that she was desperate. She sometimes returned to surf the sites she had discovered even as she got older. In fact, that was what she was doing this evening and she had found some old stories called “The All Day Girls” by someone named Tester. It was apparently set in England at a boarding school and was about a group of girls in the school that had an initiation rite for their club of being able to hold their pee for a full 24 hours while eating and drinking normally. The idea kind of tickled her imagination, especially since she really couldn’t conceive of being able to go through a normal day without peeing, let alone a day and a night even with practice and working up to it. Her previous problems with incontinence made her voice a quiet wish, “I really wish I could work up to or find a way to make myself hold my pee like that, for a full 24 hours, and stay completely dry even while eating and drinking normally.” With that she signed off since it was nearing 11 at night and she was ready for sleep. A quick shower, brush and pee put her in bed. As she started to doze off, she glanced at the alarm clock and saw it was exactly 11. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. As she lay there waking and stretching, she thought that she was very glad it was a Saturday so she could lie in for a bit, relaxed, warm and very comfortable. She had absolutely nothing planned for the entire day and evening except a few chores like hitting the laundromat, hitting the grocery, having a run and doing a bit of cleaning. Glancing at her clock she saw it was exactly 7. She gave a big stretch, feeling a signal from her bladder that it wasn’t empty but certainly not in acute need of emptying which was about the way she usually felt when waking after a solid 8 hours of sleep. After a bit more stretching and waking, she rolled out of bed, nude which was the way she always slept and her preferred mode of dress around the apartment. She started her usual morning routine of a stroll into the bathroom to brush her teeth, splash some water in her face and back out to turn on her radio to hear the news, weather and a bit of music while she did 20 minutes or so of various yoga poses and stretches. She hardly ever peed first thing, preferring to wait until after her exercises and after she’d consumed a mug of tea, a glass of juice and some cereal or an English muffin and was ready to dress for the day. Holding her pee when it was convenient and the need wasn’t critical was a routine she had started as control practice when she was much younger and had her bladder control issues. She wanted to hit the laundry first thing right at 8 when it opened since later it filled up and the wait for machines could be long. She finished her breakfast and quickly gathered her laundry, soap and bag of change. Then she headed into the john for a pee and a bit of makeup before dressing and leaving. She sat on the toilet and then, as she felt the first drops of pee leave her…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. As she lay there waking and stretching, she thought that she was very glad it was a Saturday so she could lie in for a bit, relaxed, warm and very comfortable. She had absolutely nothing planned for the entire day and evening except a few chores like hitting the laundromat, hitting the grocery and doing a bit of cleaning. Glancing at her clock she saw it was exactly 7. She started a big stretch then paused, odd, somehow it felt the start of her day was repeating itself. “No, that couldn’t be, of course, must have been a dream”, she thought. If it was, then it was a very vivid and lifelike dream. She shrugged it off and started her usual morning routine. When she turned on her radio, she was startled by the news and weather report since it was exactly what she remembered from her “dream”. She found herself anticipating the words and then having them follow exactly. Her consternation increased when the first song played after the reports and it was exactly the same as the one in her “dream”. She finished her exercises and got her mug of tea, her juice and a muffin, the same meal she had had in her dream. She paused while reaching for the strawberry jelly. In her dream, it had been strawberry but she decided to break with the dream and grabbed grape. Nothing happened and she began to relax a bit although she really couldn’t remember such a vivid dream that played out the next day like a repeat. Still wondering, she gathered her things and then headed into the john for a pee and makeup. She sat on the toilet and then, as she felt the first drops of pee leave her…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. This time she came awake almost immediately, glanced at the clock, saw it was just 7 and sat up nearing panic. “What is going on? This can’t be happening. I’m either stuck in some time loop straight out of science fiction or this is the craziest dream I’ve ever had and I’m still in it.” She mulled it over for several minutes then decided that a test to see if peeing was really the trigger for all this weirdness. She got up, went into the john, brushed her teeth and then with some trepidation sat on the toilet. It took her a moment to work up the courage to let go but she finally did and as she felt the first drops of pee leave her…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. Once again she came awake almost immediately and when she glanced over at the clock, sure enough, it said 7. She moved to the sit on the side of the bed trying very hard not to totally panic. She couldn’t imagine what this was or how it was happening but it appeared that as soon as she peed it somehow caused her entire day to reset. It simply wasn’t possible but there was no denying it was. She nearly lost it again thinking that there was no way out of the loop since she couldn’t not pee forever. She forced herself to calm and decided that either she had died and was stuck in some sort of hell forever or something later in the day would trigger an exit from this nightmare. Finally she decided that the only thing she could do was start her day, hold her pee and hope she’d recognize whatever was the exit when it happened. She did her usual routine right up until she was at breakfast. As she took her first sip of tea, she realized that if she had to hold her pee for however long it took to break this cycle, then adding liquid was a mistake. She got up, took her cup of tea and then dumped it into the sink…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. A quick glance at the clock confirmed her worst fears. Trying not to panic again, she lay in bed and assessed what she knew. It seemed that peeing caused the day to reset, not drinking when and what she normally did caused the day to reset and eating didn’t seem to be involved. Minor changes in timing of events she wasn’t sure about but suspected that they would need to be quite minor if they involved liquids. She wondered if adding extra liquid would cause a reset but decided that minimum intake was the way to go. Nothing else seemed to be involved. It made no sense and she really could see nothing she could do about it except proceed with her day and hope she either stumbled on a way to get out of this loop or whatever was doing this to her let her out. It didn’t seem possible but all the evidence said it was really happening and all she could do was proceed, not pee, drink normally and hope. With that she got up, brushed, exercised, ate, gathered her laundry stuff, put on make up, and dressed in a sort of romper. It was short sleeved and instead of having shorts on the bottom, had a short skirt. She figured that it was comfortable, washable and if she lost control, the skirt would allow for minimum mess, especially since she went commando. She skipped her morning pee knowing that appeared to be the new rule. She needed to go, of course, but it was manageable. In her web surfing she’d come across a 12 point scale of needing to pee and she estimated it was between 3 and 4, somewhere between definite and very definite need to go. She just hoped whatever was doing this let her go before she got to terribly desperate. She refused to even think about the possibility that whatever was holding her would make her wait until she lost control and then punish her by forcing a reset and doing it all over again and again. That had to be somewhere in the lower levels of Dante’s Inferno. So far not peeing and drinking normally seemed to be working as she headed out to the laundromat. She got there just as it opened and grabbed a couple machines. Living alone meant she didn’t have that much but she did have stuff needing separate cycles. After she got them going, she sat down to wait. It always was quite warm in the laundromat so she usually brought a bottle of water. She was very much afraid that if she hadn’t she’d have had another reset so she was careful to sip occasionally on it just as she would normally do. Waiting on the machines left her time to think about what was happening to her. It wasn’t possible, couldn’t be happening and she had no idea why it was happening, what triggered it or what she could do if anything to get out of it. She sat there stewing about it until the machines finished and then got her stuff into the dryer that needed it. Meanwhile the sips of water, the mug of tea and the juice were all making their way through her and into her bladder. By the time the dryer finished and she was on the way back to her apartment, it was just about 10 and her need to pee had grown to a strong 4 and working toward a 5. She really wondered how much longer she could hang on but she decided that for now she was still well in control. Back at the apartment, she put away the clean clothes and gathered her marketing list and bags. Then she headed for the market noting that it was just 10:30. Her normal routine at the market was to get a grande latte as soon as she arrived and sip it as she shopped which she figured she had better do today since it was the normal thing. She didn’t buy lattes except on market day as she felt they were overpriced but she had gotten in the habit as a sort of end of week treat. Most Saturdays after the market and things were put away it was approaching noon and she took a break from her chores and went for a long jog. The latte served as a sort of early light lunch for her that didn’t interfere with the run. By the time she was back from marketing and had put away the groceries, it was approaching 12 and all those drinks were still landing in her bladder. She felt she was now at about a definite 5, edging toward 6. She had to go badly but not so bad as to be seriously desperate. Still, it had been about 13 hours without a pee and the idea of a long run with so full a bladder wasn’t all that appealing. True, in high school she had been on the track team and had run races with a bladder about as full as hers was now but they were shorter runs. Yes, she could handle it but she wondered if maybe the spell or whatever it was had somehow lapsed. She had no way of knowing and if she was wrong then she’d no doubt have to start all over again. The anxiety and dread of still being stuck in this bizarre madness or maybe not stuck and believing she was made her head spin. She decided that she just had risk a pee and know. She stripped off her romper, headed into the john and sat down on the toilet. Her fear was so great that she had to sit there for several minutes before she relaxed enough to feel the first drops of pee leave her…. She woke up when the sun began shining through the window and hitting her eyes. She sat bolt upright and nearly screamed a “NO, NO, NO. Not again. I can’t do it. Why is this happening, why, why.” Then she dissolved into tears for several minutes. When she got herself under control, she simply went on auto pilot. She brushed, exercised, ate, drank, did her laundry, did her marketing, had her latte and did not pee. This time when she had finished putting away her marketing, she stripped off her romper and then just sat for a number of minutes at her kitchen table totally confounded, distressed, numb with shock and confused. She could see no way out. She had to pee badly but didn’t dare let herself go and had no idea what to do. Finally she sighed and decided that the only thing she could do was to avoid the things that triggered a reset as much as she could and proceed with her day, hoping that somehow this spell or curse or whatever would lift if she did. She got on her sports bra, a pair of loose gym shorts, her socks and shoes and started to the door. Then she thought, it was a cool day and she often wore a sweatshirt when it was like this. Surely it was normal and wouldn’t trigger a reset, plus, she would be able to work up a serious sweat with a long hard run in it. That was liquid that wouldn’t be going into her bladder. Yes, she decided, I’ll risk it. She put on the sweatshirt, got her key and Id on her lanyard and headed out. She made the first couple blocks before she was able to relax and just run, apparently the sweatshirt didn’t violate whatever the rules were. A couple blocks from her apartment there was a ravine park that had trails that ran on both sides of a creek at the bottom. She would run up one side and down the other on return. Since it was fairly steep sided, so the roads that crossed it were on bridges which meant she could run without having to stop for traffic. It ran for about 2 miles and then exited into a large park that had a running path around the perimeter and a couple of trails up a hill in the middle. That was about another mile if she went all the way around plus doing the hill. All together it made for a good 5 mile run and she was able to do it, hills and all in well under an hour. If she was feeling really really like running, she could repeat part of the ravine run up to the mid-point where a bridge crossed the creek or do the park twice. That could add up to 6 to 10 miles but her usual Saturday run was about 7. That took about an hour and a quarter with a cool down and that was what she set out to do today. To be continued.
DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and takes place in a slightly different reality from ours, so it might be a little confusing at first; Plus this story and all others are part of the same reality, showing what this oddball messy world is like through different characters. Here's the big one though: The story contains messing/pooping. I know this site is mostly about wetting and most don't care about pooping. So if you don't like that sort of thing and don't want to read this story, that's perfectly fine by me, just giving you a heads up. Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story anyhow.  Messy Office Trouble      "Oh no, not now,"This was the last thing 30-year-old Jenny needed right now, stuck in this boring meeting in her office building job and now she needs to poop badly. Sure Jenny enjoyed her job just fine, but the same couldn't be said for the meetings they occasionally do. They always were abysmal to sit though let alone participate due how boring they were, even worse when she needed to go while in the middle of a meeting. It didn't happen often but when it did, Jenny would always suffer greatly from all the pressure in her bowels. Today though this meeting was being held by her supervisor Jamie. Meaning this glorified discussion was going to take longer to end as Jamie loved the sound of her own voice. "God I wish Jamie would shut up soon so I can take a shit and go back to work," Jenny thought to herself.       But as she sat in her chair thinking, her stomach began to gurgle even more. Asking to be dismissed early from the meeting was not happening and who knows when Jamie will end the meeting. "Just hold it in, can't be that hard," Jenny thought; but as 10 minutes passed, the meeting kept dragging on, as it became harder and harder to hold in her crap. If Jenny wasn't sitting down she would have lost it already and would be in more serious trouble than she was right now. Jenny was forced to release a small fart to buy her some time, thankfully it was silent but it was not pleasant to smell at all. Some co-workers started to smell her fart making Jenny feel conscious about herself. Still all the pressure in her was becoming really painful. Jenny tried her best not to look desperate, but even sitting down she was forced to cross her legs just so she wouldn't shit herself prematurely. "Come on, hurry up already, I need to go NOW," She struggled to think clearly as her insides churned violently with her shit trying to explode out into her pants.      After another 15 long minutes of Jenny stewing in her chair in pain, Jamie finally concluded the meeting. Jenny didn't hesitate and bolted out the door in a blur heading to the nearest bathroom; nothing was going to stop her from reliving this now painful pressure. She ran as fast as she could while still holding in her poop. She had to hurry though as now she wasn't sitting down, the head of her crap was poking out of her butt begging to leave. Jenny zoomed across the office space avoiding many people and office cubicles until she reached the nearest restroom at last. It wasn't over though, A lot of the stalls were occupied. Just as Jenny was about to give up, she noticed the second to last stall was vacant. Quickly Jenny jumped into the empty stall, locked the deadbolt, pulled down her pants with only her work shirt and red panties on and sat down on the toilet to release.  "BBLLAAARRRTTT!!!"      Finally the waste Jenny held in for so long busted out into her panties. Log after log of poop piled into the panties quickly making them heavy and sagging. The painful pressure that was felt before was now replaced with sweet relief as crap filled her underwear. Her ass made the nastiest and smelliest noises possible as more filth settled into her brown bulge, becoming bigger and heavier. Jenny however could care less how much shit was in her underwear right now. All she wanted was for everything to be out of her, so Jenny kept pushing. All the while more logs of poop entered the stinky mess inside her panties, along with more gas bubbling through the brown poopy mass. "SPLORTCH!!! plop-plop-plop... Fummmsshh... BBRRRAAAPPP! FRT!"      And with that last fart, Jenny was finished pooping her panties. "Ah... Holy crap, what did I eat last night?" She asked. Before she could stand up, more smelly gas erupted into her messy panties. Jenny couldn't decide what smelled worse, her farts or her shit. Once she was done farting she stood up and felt the scope of her mess. Somehow Jenny ended up with a lumpy heavy bulge in her underwear the size of a large grapefruit. "Oh god I hope this isn't a pain to clean up," She thought to herself as she lowered her panties to look at her mess. Thick logs coiled up in her panties forming one large pile of poop. One small whiff of her waste entered Jenny's nose and answered her previous question, her shit definitely smelled worse. At least the clean-up should be quick if the stains aren't too deep, at least one would think.       So Jenny carefully dumped her filth into the toilet and flushes all of it away without thought. Then she opens to the stall's supply stash to start cleaning. Starting out she wipes herself with some simple toilet wipes. Then she sprayed anti-bacterial cleanser onto the stains in her panties. Then taking the wipes tried to clean out the waste left in her underwear. However Jenny realized the stains are too embedded into the fabric and aren't coming out. If her panties couldn't be cleaned up properly, then she wouldn't be able to wear them anymore for the sake of her health. "Damn, these were my favorites," she said to herself "Oh well it happens I guess." Now with her underwear unfortunately ruined, she throws away the doomed panties into the scented trash bin carrying other people's full diapers and pulls out the spare underwear from the contingency container to wear until she gets home. Thus everything done and finally relieved, Jenny exits the stall and begins to wash her hands thoroughly.       As she rubbed soap onto her hands, plenty of people entered and exited the bathroom, sometimes she could hear and smell the smelly shit and piss people were dumping into their underwear or diapers inside the stalls. Every once in a while someone would come out not to wash up and leave, but to observe through the mirrors the mess they made in their undergarments. Jenny had met folks from the D.E.S.O community before so people like that were common. A little weird from the outside sure but not in a bad way, they were decent people no different from anyone else, after all everyone pees and poops their pants or diapers anyhow. Jenny would often see many full diapers and panties when in any restroom anywhere, sometimes folks would even play with their mess a little bit before they returned to the stalls to clean up. As people around her filled their undies or diapers with whatever waste, Jenny finished washing and drying her hands and headed back to her work. Now nothing would get in the way today, not her boss and not her bowels, She can spend the rest of her day in peace. The End. Author's Note: Hello there. First of all, holy crap I didn't think anyone would even see my first story at all. And yet for the past few days, people so far are enjoying it. My sincerest thanks to those few who either followed or reacted to part 1 of Ashley's story. And don't worry, Ashley will come back soon. Of course every journey begins with a single step, and with the confidence I now have, I believe some of my ideas on my cheat sheet has just received the green light. If all continues to go well and people keep enjoying what I make, I will plan to post the other stories, make more ideas, and build up this messy fictional setting as best as I can. So if you like what your seeing so far, then stay tuned for more. Take care now, and again thank you a bunch. Edited May 14, 2022 by Messy96 (see edit history)
The Ouran High Host Club had been started by my best friend, Tamaki. And, while I resent him in every way possible, I must admit, he was smart to form the club. I was trying to walk to the Music Room when I heard, "Kyoya! Kyoya!? Mommy!" Of course. Tamaki.  I'm not quite sure why he calls me Mommy. Sometimes it makes the girls swoon because the words are gay, but I don't think that's his intentions.  "Mommy!" He shouted again, so I slowed my pace to walk beside him.  "Yes?" "Have you seen Haruhi?" He asked impatiently. I shook my head. "No. Perhaps she's with the twins? Or Honey?" He sighe. "I guess. Mommy?" "Yes?" "Why does she almost never hang out with me?" I smirked. "Maybe she doesn't like you." "What?!" He shrieked. I had to assure him many times that I was joking because he wouldn't stop crying.  When we got to the Music Room, he sat down and talked to Haruhi, who was eating cake with Honey.  The girls started arriving, and everyone took their places. Halfway through, I accused myself to use the restroom. Right as I was about to leave, Tamaki announced, "Okay girls! It's study hall, so that means you girls get a tiny break from all of us, and can come back later during free time!" The girls started to crowd the exit, so I moved to let them through.  Once they were gone, I tried to leave again. "Kyoya!" Hikaru said. I groaned. "Yeah?" "Where are you going?" Kauru asked.  "The restroom." I said through gritted teeth. He raised an eyebrow, whispered something to Hikaru, and they both skipped over to me, smirking.  "You have to pee?" Hikaru asked. I nodded. "Then go." Kauru suggested.  "I was trying to-Ugh, never mind." I took a step forward but Kauru blocked me.  "Hey, let me-" "Haruhi! Mori! Honey!" The yelled at the same time. "Come here! Free cake!" Honey came trampling through, pulling Mori with him. Haruhi followed. Tamaki was too busy checking teapots to notice.  Kauru and Hikaru ran out the door with the others, and just as I tried to as well, they closed the door. And locked it.  "Fu c k!" I yelled. Tamaki turned and looked at me. "What?" I yelled.  "What?" Tamaki asked, more concerned.  "They locked us in here!" I shouted.  Tamaki tilted his head. "Oh. Well, that sucks, but they'll come back-" "You don't understand! I have to use the bathroom!" I yelled. I wasn't clutching my crotch. I couldn't, it's immature. But I needed to so badly.  Tamaki didn't say anything. But he put a hand to his chin. "I'll do everything I can." He announced. So. He texted the twins. They only laughed. He texted Haruhi. She didn't respond. Nor did Mori or Honey. I noticed they left their phones. I cursed. Tamaki looked at me. "How bad do you need to go?" "A bit above moderate." I muttered.  "I'll take your mind off it. Come on, let's play truth or dare!" Tamaki suggested. I nodded. We played truth or dare for half an hour, until I let out a soft moan. I hadn't intended for him to hear, but he did.  He stared at me. I went red. "Y-you heard that?"  He nodded slowly. "If you have to go, why not hold yourself?" He asked. "It's immature." I snapped. "Well, I won't mind."  I hesitated, but, after a few seconds, flung my hands at my crotch, squeezing it. Tamaki smiled, and continued played truth or dare with me.  After another half hour, I was grinding my teeth together. I was near crying. My hands were pressed against my groin so hard they were blue, but it wasn't helping. "Shit." I said. Tamaki looked up. "Oh, no." I squeezed my legs together, looking down. "Ow." I whispered.  Tamaki sat beside me. "Are you okay? How much longer can you hold it?" "Not much longer."  He bit his lip. Looked around.  "I don't know what to do." He admitted, started to cry.  "Don't," I snapped. "Don't cry. Don't make me look like the bad guy." Tamaki sniffed and wiped a tear, looking at me astonished. "You're not," He said. "not at all!" I gritted my teeth harder and closed me eyes, and I felt a leak dampen my boxers. "Shit." I said again. Tamaki looked even more nervous.  "Kyoya..." He whispered. I started crying. Which is something I never do. "Oh, Kyoya." He said again, putting a hand on my shoulder.  I was about to burst. I just sat there, rocking myself. Tamaki texted the twins again, but they didn't respond.  I was practically sobbing, now. He put a hand on my back and rubbed it. I was petrified and miserable, but above all, I was relieved it was Tamaki I was stuck in the room with. Anyone else I would have been too embarrassed.  I started crying heavier, and soon I couldn't even speak I was sobbing so much. Tamaki's arm was wrapped around me. I couldn't think about anything else. Just what I was about to do.  I just screamed.  Tamaki looked alarmed, and asked me, "What's wrong? Kyoya? I didn't respond. Just reached out for his hands. I instantly got up and held them, and, somehow, knew I wanted to get up. So he helped me stand. After I immediately stuffed my hands back into my crotch. Tamaki looked like he knew what was about t happen. "Kyoya, it's okay..." He said, soothingly.  I wasn't crying anymore, I was just terrified. I was about to piss my pants in front of my fu c king best friend, for hell's sake! At some point, I couldn't feel anything. And then, a second later, liquid. Streaming down my legs. I moved my hands and stared at my pants, horrified.  Tamaki turned away. I covered my eyes. When I was finished, I muttered, "Y-you can look now." So he did. He instantly hugged me, let go, ran to the broom closet, and brought out an extra uniform and underwear. "Here." He handed them to me.  "Thanks." I whispered. I changed into it, not minding if he saw or not. When I was done and my filthy old clothes were thrown away, and the room was sprayed with perfume to cover the smell, all I did was run at Tamaki and hug him tight. He instantly hugged back, whispering things like, "I'm sorry..." "It's alright, Tamaki. You did the best you could."  He nodded. There was a knock on the door. "Oh, that must be the rest of the club. I'm going to yell at the twins!" Tamaki exclaimed. I smiled. But, before he could run off, I grabbed his hand and kissed his cheek.  He froze, went red, but brushed it off and ran to the door. He opened it and immediately started screaming at the twins.  They seemed genuinely sorry, perhaps they didn't know how badly I needed to go. Honey, Mori, and Haruhi apologized, too, even though they didn't do anything wrong. And then, the worst question.  "Did...Did you actually pee yourself?" Haruhi asked. I went pink and looked down.  "He's blushing and wearing clothes that don't fit. I assume it's a yes." Mori said quietly.  They apologized again. I didn't care much, I was just embarrassed. Tamaki kept yelling at the twins. He was very angry. He yelled until I literally told him to stop.  A knock on the door.  "The girls." I said.  We all got ready, and then opened the door. They entered excitedly.  Halfway during my time with a regular of mine, Tamaki walked over to my seat. He whispered something into my ear. I went red.  "Those clothes are far too big. Let's go to my house after school and take them off?"
Note: This is fiction though some of it is based on one of my actual experiences. The rest is wishful thinking, if you like. Warning: it's not all strictly omo related but I hope that some of you will find it of interest anyway. *** I really enjoy giving someone a massage. Well, I enjoy receiving one too; but there’s something about seeing and feeling someone becoming more and more relaxed as my hands work over their body that gives me a lot of pleasure. I’m not professionally trained - though I have been told I could charge for the touch of my fingers   - but I’ve gathered a fair bit of experience over the years. Or should I say I’ve had a few experiences? Anyway, here's my memory of one of them. Through circumstances that I won’t go into here, a man I’ll call Rod who I sometimes meet in the pub was aware of my ‘talent’ and after a pint or two together one evening  he asked me if I’d be interested in giving his girlfriend a massage while he watched me doing it. That sounded intriguing so I readily agreed. We arranged that I’d come round to his flat the following Thursday evening when he knew that Jane (his girlfriend) would be in.  I was in a semi aroused state all day when Thursday came around as I daydreamed about what might unfold that evening. And when it came to it, the reality was even better than my wildest dreams! But I’m getting ahead of myself. I’ll try and tell things in the order they happened or I’ll have reached the climax (ahem - maybe I mean mine. I confess I have to stop typing every now and then - I expect you can imagine why! -  as I’m recalling this) before I’ve finished. Where was I? Oh yes..  setting off in my car for Rod and Jane’s flat on a rather wet and windy September evening some three or four years ago. I had my ‘gear’ with me, not that I needed much: a couple of thick, white freshly washed towels and a small bottle of baby oil plus a plastic sheet to cover the bed in case of spills  was  all that was required. Easily and discreetly carried in a small bag as I got out of my car which I’d parked at the end of their street, opened the gate that led to the block of flats and rang their bell. There was no response at first so I hoped there hadn’t been some misunderstanding and I’d come to the wrong place or this wasn’t the time we’d arranged. But I was sure I’d got it right so I rang the bell again. After another short pause Rod’s voice came over the intercom. I identified myself, the door clicked open and I went up the stairs to their first floor flat. As I approached, the door half opened and Rod greeted me quietly. He was wearing a dressing gown (and nothing else, as I soon discovered) and looked rather flushed. He opened the door more widely to let me in, closed it behind him and pointed to another door through which I caught my first sight of Jane, who was lying on a double bed that filled most of the room. And what a sight it was! She was in her early 30s (as was Rod) but could have passed for much younger as her unmadeup face was flawless and the skin on her body was smooth and unblemished. I  could  see most of it since all she was wearing was a white low cut bra and a pair of white cotton panties that were pulled up tightly round her waist, revealing a clear outline of the cleft between her slightly parted thighs. Like Rod, her face and indeed her whole upper body down to her barely concealed breasts were flushed and I guessed they’d been ‘warming up’ before I arrived. I  sensed that this was going to be a very pleasant evening! And a pleasurable twitch in my pants backed this up. Though one potential snag was that I was starting to need the toilet.  I didn’t expect them to be into ‘watersports’ (it’s a niche area after all) and I’d meant to go before I left home, but in my eagerness to get there I’d neglected to do so. I suppose I could have asked them where the bathroom was before we began the main proceedings of the evening but Rod was obviously eager to get started so I decided to wait until we had a break. And my mind - and body -was soon occupied with other things which needed all my attention. Rod explained that he’d like to sit in a chair beside the bed and just watch while I gave Jane her massage and she nodded her agreement. They’d evidently discussed this and planned things out - though in the end I reckon we all got a bit more than any of us has had expected. In the best possible way, I hasten to add! So I invited Jane to move to one side while I laid out the plastic covering and towels, explaining as I put the bottle of baby oil on a radiator to warm up that I didn’t want to risk getting any oil stains on their bedclothes. Or any other kinds of stains, I thought to myself but didn’t say out loud. Once everything was prepared,  I suggested to Jane that she lay face down on the towels and make herself comfortable with a pillow under her head. I was feeling decidedly overdressed so I took off all my clothes apart from my white briefs - though I did wonder if that would mean it would be very hard to conceal my arousal since I could  feel a familiar throb between my thighs as I gazed down at the beautiful sight of a young woman lying face down in front of me waiting for the touch of my hands on her body. The whole scene was evidently affecting Rod as well, as he let the front of his dressing gown fall open and I caught sight of his penis which was swelling and growing hard and erect. Now, I’m mainly attracted to women but in this case the whole set up was so erotic that I was willing to go along with whatever transpired. And since Rod was obviously fine with allowing me to see his arousal and Jane seemed relaxed about everything - well, who was I to draw a line anywhere? Indeed, I’m generally fine with almost anything provided it’s mutually agreed and doesn’t do anyone any harm. The increased stirring in my briefs indicated that a certain part of my anatomy was more than fine with the situation. Time to get down to work! Not that it was work in any sense of the world. Play would be a better word as I  knelt  behind Jane and bent over her outstretched body to place my lightly oiled hands gently on her shoulders. She shivered slightly - not with cold, I was sure, as my hands were warm but rather, I felt, with anticipatory pleasure. I won’t give a moment by moment account of what happened over the next hour or so - but I will mention that, pleasurable though it was to all three of us, I started to become increasingly concerned about my growing need to pee. And just as I was about to call for a break so I could slip off to the bathroom, Jane (who had removed her bra and was now lying face up) placed her hands on mine where they were gently rubbing her inner thighs and held them still before saying “Could we take a break for a bit?” I guessed that she needed to pee too! This was getting interesting. She must have been aware of my state of arousal as she kept glancing at the firm outline of the bulge in my briefs. To be continued.
Warning: This story is pretty graphic. If you didn't read the tags, well, let me clarify: Theory of a Wet Boy contains plenty of sexual content, especially fetishes. I'm also pretty sure it's not for those less than 18 years of age. If you're offended by one or more parts of this, I suggest clicking off the story. Anyway, let's get on with it, because it's not gonna read itself! Characters: Tracy, George Act 1: Locked In Narrative: "One day, after school, a young girl named Tracy and her shy male friend George walked the halls aimlessly. They were locked inside with no one else in the building. She was quite horny and wanted to toy with George for as long as possible." Tracy: "Wow... this place is huge! Not gonna lie, I'm kinda glad we're all alone here. I mean, who better to walk with than you, George?" George: "Heh heh. Yeah, I guess it's relaxing for me after all I've gone through before we first met here." (He sticks his hand under his pants, trying feebly to hide the fact that he seriously needed to go to the bathroom.) T: (She notices George's actions.) "George, why are you touching yourself? Is this turning you on? Do you want me to rub your wee-wee and make you feel better?" (She turns and notes the camera on ceiling.) "Well, it's gonna hafta wait until we get somewhere more... ideal. 😏" G: (He blushes at Tracy's brash speech.) "Uhhh, what are you saying, Tracy? I'm n-not aroused b-b-b-by any means! I just-" T: " *sigh* Look, I know you're touching yourself, George. You should seriously stop it unless we're to get in trouble for jizzing in our pants." N: "George was shocked. How did his best friend know of his mortifying plight? How could she say such things? Was she all right in the head? Why did she assume the security cams were on at this time of day, with no one to monitor them? And for the love of God, since when did she become so nosy?! She always respected his privacy!" G: "T-t-t-t-that's not what's happening at all! I just have to pee really bad!" T: "OMG... you don't know the difference between pee and cum?" Both: "What?!" G: "Tracy, w-w-what are you talking about?! What do you think I'm touching myself for?!" T: "*sigh* *to herself* Some things never change... *to George* Listen to me. When I first became sensually aroused, it was weird and scary for me, too. The thing is, you need to realize when it happens and resist the urge to grope the nearest member of the opposite sex. Sensual arousement can happen to anyone. *deep breath* I'll let you in on a little secret, George. I still get aroused from time to time, and I always know where to alleviate the feeling." G: "I already told you, I'm not aroused!" T: "Oh, is that so, George? Then I'll have to ask you a question. Please answer it calmly so I can affirm the feels you have at the moment." G: "*deep breathing* Okay. What's the question?" T: "...Are you trying to hide a bulge down there?" G: (He shakes his head.) T: "Is your penis hard and extending like a lightsaber?" G: (Again, he shakes his head.) "No... mmmmmmfffffmmmmm!" (He jumps up and down in desperation.) T: "😳 Ohhhhh. I see now. You were telling the truth. Well, now that you say that, I kinda hafta pee, too... but not so bad I'd hop like a bunny to convey it." (She considers her options: "If I make him pee here, he'll just cry like a big baby over it. And the school's doors are locked up tight, so I can't access the school's plants and trees. Welp, I guess there's only one way to make him open his floodgates and not cry...") "I honestly don't know where the nearest bathroom is, but I'll try to navigate us there as fast as possible. So come on, George! Pretend that you're a rabbit and hop-follow me!" G: "O-o-o-o-o-okay, T-tracy. Lead the way! And hurry!" T: "Oh! I almost forgot about something!" G: "W-w-w-what might that b-b-b-be?" T: "It's a homemade treatment for men's desperation! This is guaranteed to work, no matter what! Just one thing, though: what do you want to feast your eyes on? Upstairs where a pervert's eyes dart to? Or downstairs where the holes are?" G: "Uh... I... don't really care..." T: "🤔 Okay. I'll take off my downstairs clothing... and yours, too. Is that okay?" G: "No... just take off y-y-your pants." T: (She takes off her socks and shoes and opens her backpack to put clothes in it. She begins unbuttoning her shorts and unzipping her fly.) "Heeeeeere goes! I hope you like whatcha see! 😋" (And just like magic, her shorts fall down to reveal a naked vulva with sparse pubic hair.) G: (He now has an erection.) "SHEEEEEEEEESH, Tracy! That's hot!" T: (She laughs in an embarrassed yet playful manner upon seeing George's bulge. Her now-exposed vulva is seeping with love syrup.) "I knew you'd get hard seeing my peach fuzz! And now you should feel less desperate, right?!" G: "Mm hmm." T: "Great!" (She turns around, then puts her shorts, socks, and shoes into her backpack, bending over so George can see more of her butt.) G: "Whoa! You sure this is what you had in mind?" T: "Yup! Now come on, before you get flaccid and desperate again!" Act 2: Out of Order, Into Chaos N: "The two made a mad dash down the hall. After a few moments, they finally arrived at the bathrooms." G: "*to himself* Okay... calm down, George. This is it." T: "And here we are! The public restrooms! *sniffs the scent of pee* This smells ironically amazing!" G: "Tracy! This is not the time for gross observations! The men's room is dirtier than my room at home! So, can we please use the ladies' room and try not to stink up the place?" T: "Hmmmm... let me check the door to the ladies' room..." (She looks at the door. "Out of order, huh? I wonder how George would react to this... 🤔") "George, I don't know how to say it, but the ladies' room is... well... put bluntly, it's out of order." G: "We can't use the girls' room?! What are they doing in there?!" T: "🤷‍♀️ I dunno. There's no one else here, so maybe they saved it for tomorrow." G: "So?! Let me see!" (He charges into the door, only to bruise his shoulder and lose his erection.) "It's locked!" T: "(She notices that George's penis went limp.) Oh. No. 🤦‍♀️ *to herself* You've got to be... fingering me in the bum... Anyway... *to George* Let's just go to the men's room, okay? I don't mind the smell there. And I could see your wee-wee if you got your pants off!" G: "Uhhhhhhhhh.......uhhhhhh!" (He's doubled over right now.) T: "OH MY GOSH! Just try to hold it in a bit longer, okay?! The urinals are just through this door!" (She notices... a padlock, right then and there!) "*Gasp* This one's locked too! Hang on, George! I've got a lockpick!" *lock-picking noises* N: "After two minutes of trial and error, Tracy picked the lock. The door squeaked open. And George could finally relieve his pulsating bladder!" T: "George! Get up! We're almost there!" (She starts squirming as well.) "GRAB MY HAND, GEORGE!" (She pulls George up, not noticing the leak on his pants.) G: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" (He leaks a bit more. He shuffles his feet, inch by inch, and leaks more, drop by drop. Eventually, his urine formed a trail marking his path.) "I... can't hold it in! Uhhhhhh! Uwaaaaa!" T: (She smiles and starts dancing the Macarena with her legs crossed in a humorous attempt to hold in her urine.) "Speak for yourself, pretty boy! I'm just starting to make my own little puddle of pee after thinking about the weather near my house! It's pouring freezing rain and hail! Uhhh! With high windchills and wind speeds up to 69 MPH, it must feel like 253.15 Kelvin! Agh! And there's thunderstorms raging across the city!" G: "I don't care about what's going on outside OR your scientific descriptions! ALL. I. WANT. IS. TO. PEEEEEE!" T: "Well calm down there, you worrywuss of a buddy! 'Cuz there's one thing that's not going to happen..." (She stops dancing the Macarena and uncrosses her legs.) "I'm not going to pee in the urinals..." G: "...You're not...?" T: (She gets her shorts and socks back from her backpack onto her butt and feet, then buttons up her shorts and zips her fly.) "Because I'm too lazy to do so." G: "...You're just gonna give up?! ... No. I won't stand for this. We're at the goal!" (He pulls down his pants, revealing his boxers briefs.) T: (She closes her eyes.) "That's not what I meant, George..." G: "I'm going to pee in the urinals, whether you like it or not!" (He pulls down his boxer briefs. Beneath them, his slightly-smaller-than-average penis shows on top of two freshly shaved testicles.) T: (She looks down, opens her eyes, and notices George's pants are off.) "Wait a minute... did you just strip down?!" (She moves in a bit closer to George's exposed penis.) "😲 Awwwww! That's an immaculately cute wee-wee you got there, George! And look at that nutsack! It's so small, nearly devoid of semen!" (She removes her shirt, and two breasts emerge, each tattooed with a sun a la this.) "Well, time to break the seals on these two sinners! 😏" (she pulls off George's pants and boxer briefs, gets them with her shirt, and puts the combined load of laundry on a pile between her legs.) "😄 *sing-song voice* Heeeeeere it coooooooomes!" And then... ... T: (She turns George to face towards her and playfully pushes him down.) G: "UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! Ow..." *pssssssssssshhhhhhhhhh* The duo's bladders empty. George's stream is slow and lands on himself, and Tracy embraced the warmth of hers as she hyper-wets her shorts above the other clothes. Both: "Haaaaaaa... 💛 sweet relief is ours this day... 💛" T: (She moves herself to position George's groin between her legs after satisfied with the state of their drenched clothes. Now the two are peeing on each other's crotch!) "Sorry for pushing you, George. Are you okay?" G: "I couldn't be feeling better right now... 💛 Thanks, Tracy... 💛💛" T: "Hee hee hee hee hee! It is none other than my pleasure to help you out, George. You're such a cute lil' devil... especially when peeing!" Both: (They laugh heartily as their pee streams alternatively collide and hit the other's genitalia.) G: "Haaaaaaaaaaaa... 💛 haaaaaaa... 💛 haaaaaa... 💛 haaaa. 💛" T: "Oh my! I'm getting incredibly turned on by this! ... Hey, since we're in the bathroom, where the cameras can't catch us in the act, why don't we just go ahead and have sex?! I mean, we're not done peeing and all, but..." (She pulls down her pants, exposing her vulva and freeing her pee stream while at the same time stopping George's stream from getting past said pants. Then, she gets one pant leg off and puts her pants to the side, which exposes both her and George's genitalia to the other's pee stream!) G: "Ohhh... 🥲" T: "What a wholesome way for a kitty like mine to greet a chicken like yours!" Gradual black out as they laugh heartily. N: "Then, they laughed... and they [redacted] all night... for this night was the start of their new lives, which they both lived... uh... happily ever after. ... Sorry for the clichéd ending. I just wanted to say all that in front of an audience." *cue laughter and applause.* Edited May 16, 2022 by AromaticPee The title was wrong. (see edit history)
Here's the last story for Gen 5! The next story will be my first entry in what I like to call "HoloMess Extra", which will be bonus stories I write that don't fall into the main story, or at least the ideas of the main story. This will include one-shots and alternate endings of already existing stories. Please look forward to it.             “You fucking bitch!” Nene screamed, now unphased by the mess that lingered in her underwear, having grown used to the feeling, or rather, the lack thereof. In one swift motion, she slapped Polka straight across her face, causing the fennec to recoil. “I trusted you! Why didn’t you keep your mouth shut?!”             “Look, I’m sorry! But I didn’t know what to do,” the circus girl apologized. “When I went to check out your… protection…  a couple of the girls walked up to me and immediately started asking about it!” Nene stared her dead in the eyes. A shiver ran down Polka’s spine. “H-hey… how else was I supposed to explain myself carrying diapers to the cash register?”             Nene scoffed, about-faced, and had begun to close the door in her face, but not before leaving Polka with the parting words, “You’ll regret this.” An air of dread hung over the remaining idol. She’d never seen Nene what upset before, and dreaded thinking about what was in store for her.             “Polka, it’s time to get up.”             The fox-girl grumbled, adjusting herself on the sofa she’d passed out on. “Huh? Izutsu? When did I fall asleep?”             “Nevermind that,” the personal assistant started, “you have the dress rehearsal for your show in 10 minutes!”             “CRAP!” Polka unabashedly tossed all the clothes she was wearing on the floor as she made her way to her outfit.             “Can you at least put on some underwear when you come to the office?” Izutsu chided as she got a clear view of Polka’s bare bottom as she pulled her sweatpants down.             “Eh, why bother?” Polka shrugged. “You all prepare shorts for me anyways because my skirts too short.” She eyed the spandex shorts lying neatly next to the rest of her stage outfit.             “That’s not the- ugh, whatever. You’re on in 10,” the assistant sighed as she made her leave of the dressing room.             “Yeesh, she can be a real hardass sometimes.” Polka slid the spats up to her crotch. She immediately felt something was off. It felt as if her underwear was weirdly stiff. The performer didn’t have time to investigate, however, as she threw the rest of her outfit on in a hurry and made her way to the stage.             Dress rehearsal had been going well, for the most part. Polka needed to redo a couple of the animal tamer segments, but overall, the past hour had gone by smoothly. All that was left were the acrobatic sections, which Polka was admittedly not the best at. She climbed the side ladder with confidence, however, as she prepared for the trapeze jump, a move that sometimes scared the literal shit out of her when she was younger. As she approached the top, she looked around at the people on the bottom of the stage. Naturally, Izutsu and A-chan, as well as some other staff were directly below her, prepared with a tarp and trampoline in case she fell. On the sidelines, Sora, Lamy and Botan giggled to each other as they waited for Polka to begin. As she panned her vision, however, she caught a glimpse that stopped her heart.             “Give it your all Polka!”             “Nene.” Beads of sweat started to form on the fennec’s forehead as well as down her back, and she started to notice that her body was abnormally hot and somewhat itchy. “What is she doing here?” Polka thought to herself. She must have been here to exact revenge, but the how was completely lost on her.             “Polka!” Izutsu screamed from below. “We’re ready when you are!”             The ringmaster swallowed her fear as she grabbed the bar above her. “Don’t think about it, Polka,” she assured herself. She experimentally moved her hands to check if the bar was greased before shaking her head. “You need to focus. There’s no way Nene would do something like that.” She took a breath, then pushed off with her feet. Instincts took over. Polka closed her eyes as she hit the apex of the bar’s forward swing. She let go of the bar, flipping her body backwards without tucking her body. However, as she was suspended in the air, she felt something shift which immediately threw her balance off. The performer opened her eyes and was met with the sight of the stage ceiling. This was all the girl needed to know to realized that she wasn’t going to make it to the next bar. At this point, the only thing Polka could manage was a scream.             “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”             “TARP!” Izutsu commanded, prompting all the staff to stretch the cloth over the trampoline. In seconds, Polka’s fall was broken as she bounced several times on the tarp-covered trampoline. A weird bounce at the end sent her flying on her butt to the ground, finally landing with a noticeable squelching sound. This caused Sora to cringe to herself, but Polka couldn’t quite make out why.             “Man, I screwed that up, huh?” Polka sighed with relief.             “Yes, you did,” Izutsu started before asking, “but more importantly, are you okay?” Before Polka could respond, she saw Izutsu point down at the fennec-girl’s crotch. Fixing her gaze downwards, Polka was met with a puddle slowly forming around her spread legs.             “No way!” The idol jumped up on her feet to reveal that she was still peeing herself, streams tricking down her legs and into her shoes. At the same time, a rank smell hit her nose, something impossible for a fox to miss. “Oh shit,” she said aloud, feeling the back of her shorts to confirm her suspicions. The now panicking girl looked around as faces of concern, disgust, or both surrounded her. Unsure of what to do, Polka sprinted as fast as she could back to her dressing room, with Izutsu chasing behind her.             “I didn’t even feel it…” Polka sobbed in her assistant’s arms. She wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing, soiling herself in front of her coworkers, or being bathed and clothed by her assistant.             “Hey, I’m sure there’s some explanation for it.” Izutsu pet the fox-girl’s head. “I’m gonna go out and clear the air with everyone. Don’t worry, I’ll tell them you weren’t feeling well today, and that the fall made you lose control.” And just like that, Polka was in the room by herself, left to wallow in her own tears. That is, until a certain blonde-haired girl walked in.             “That was quite the show you put on out there. A shame there wasn’t a larger audience.”             “Huh?” Polka looked up, only to be confronted by Nene’s face only a few inches from her own. Sadness turned into anger as she rose to her feet. “What the hell did you do?!”             “Nothing much, just forced some empathy onto you. Honestly, I thought you’d be more suspicious of your clammy underwear, but I guess that sleeping powder I put in your water worked better than I thought.”             “W-what?” Polka’s heart sank. “You didn’t actually use the stuff that made her incontinent on my shorts, did you?”             “Yup, sure did!” Nene lifted her skirt, revealing her oversized diaper to the fennec. “Now you get to wear these for a whole month. Just. Like. Me.” Tears started streaming down Polka’s face again as Nene pulled one of her diapers out of her handbag. “Here, this one’s on the house, considering you don’t have any underwear to go back home in. The rest’s on you though.” The blonde pushed the garment into Polka’s arms before making her way to the door. “Oh, by the way, I took nudes while you were asleep, so take this quietly and accept we’re even like a good girl.” And with that, she was gone, leaving Polka with new “underwear” she didn’t even know how to wear correctly.             A month went by, and despite horrifying first few weeks, Polka got used to her situation a lot faster than Nene could. Izutsu was very understanding of the situation, despite not understanding what was actually happening behind the scenes. The Hololive girls that witnessed her first accident were also very kind and supportive. It almost felt as if they all had wet and messed themselves recently too. At the end of it all, Polka was even inspired to add a new infrequent segment to her “Legend of Polka” show, dedicated to helping incontinent or accident-prone persons get over the humiliation or embarrassment by calling in Hololive members to talk about recent “accidents” they had. It took a while to come up with a name, but eventually she had come up with a name she thought best encapsuled the spirit of everything: “HoloMess”.
Warning: in addition to Omo, this story has BDSM elements and implicated bullying, but no rape. So if you're squeamish about those and/or under 18, I suggest clicking off the story. Also, there's one disclaimer: everyone in Golden Gushes and Burgundy Buttocks is at least 18 years of age. If you haven't already read the previous entry, Theory of a Wet Boy, I suggest you go do that first to get familiar with the other characters. Without further ado, please enjoy the story. Characters: Valentine Hailey; her fan base; Noel Johnson, George "It was a dark and stormy night..." is what I WOULD say if it weren't three o'clock PM on a drizzling Thursday. I mean, the school day just ended for these relatively young students! And today was the third meeting of the school's art club. George entered the club's main HQ. He looked around, and the meeting was obviously taking place in an art classroom. There were TONS of art supplies, the majority of which was coloring material. But what George didn't realize at first glance was that the club's members were all girls! They eyed him with heavy suspicion. It then got to his mind: he was in the wrong place! "Ahahahaha... sorry, ladies," he whimpered. "I didn't know this was a no-boys-allowed group. Hehehe." One of the sleepier members stood up. "We don't tolerate males here," she yawned. "It's a hidden rule of Valentine Hailey's loyal throng." "Loyal throng?! Wha- wait a m-m-minute! Isn't that-" Another member, this one more awake, banged the table she was sitting at like she were Phoenix Wright. "I wouldn't call it that," she proudly stated. "More like a dedicated fan group. And-" she pointed at the sleepy girl- "like Riley here said, this club is not for men. It's a holy place for WOmen." "Sorry, Charlie," Riley droned, still having trouble keeping her eyes open. "But if you don't leave now before Hailey returns, then I guess you're going to be mentally scarred for life, because she isn't nearly as merciful as we are." "O-o-o-okay," George stuttered. "I'll just go to the bathroom and be on my way-" Then, a new girl appeared outside the room. She looked like she meant business here, with a nurse's apron on her. "Attention, puh-lease!" she boomed. "I have found and captured..." she pulled another boy in- "the perpetrator!" Everyone gasped. This boy had handcuffs on him, but that's not what concerned the people already there. This boy was wearing a maid outfit! (He was a crossdresser.) "His name is Noel Johnson, and he loves, LOVES, LOOOOOVES to watch us girls undress. What a sick, twisted, perverted [redacted], am I right? "And who is that?" She pointed at George. "Uhh, hi. I'm George Lee." He tried to hold in his pee. "Nice to meet you all-" "That's enough. I'm satisfied. We're satisfied. And you two aren't going anywhere!" She forced Noel further into the room, entered it herself, then *beep boop boop beep* closed and locked the door behind her, sealing the only exit George had. "Uh oh... Spaghetti-o's," Riley sang to herself repeatedly. "Now then," the new girl announced, "for those of you who don't know, I am the one and only superstar leader of this club..." George grimly thought, "Is this the Hailey that Riley talked about? If so, I'm doomed!" "... Valentine... Hailey." George screamed as he ran to the door. He tried to unlock it, but *bzzzzzzt* the door wouldn't open! "Uh... George," Noel mustered the courage to speak, "you can't leave. Neither of us can leave until the boss lady says so." "Eh?! But I have to pee!" George tried to retort. Hailey pushed Noel to the side and smirked towards George. "I personally don't care about that, Curious George. Now, if you really need to go, just use a watercolor jar as your urinal." "But that'll just stink up this place! And it's unsanitary!" "I. Do. Not. Give. A. Flying. [Redacted]... about what excuses you come up with, because in the end, you have two choices: hold it in until you burst in your leg wear, or release it all now in one of our watercolor jars. Students like us face this dilemma every time we use them." "You wouldn't like the smell, would you?!" "That may be true. However, right now, we can all hear the rain splattering on the windows..." and as if on cue, the drizzle outside turned into a downpour! "Uuuuwwaaaaaaaaaa!!!" George's bladder turned rock hard in a split second. "Fine! I'll pee in the jars. Just show me where they are and I can show you my downstairs." "Wait a minute... downstairs means... Bleah!" Hailey exclaimed in disgust. "I changed my mind, George. You might be cute on the outside, with your black hair and flame-red eyes, but inside, you're disgusting, you're perverted, and if you can't hold it in any longer, it's not my fault you decided your actions." "Hailey, I'm sorry! It was an accident! *to himself* I thought she'd like to take a peek like Tracy did that one night! *to Hailey* Just please let me go to the bathroom, then I'll suffer whatever might be next on your schedule!" "First off, as a wise cartoon character once said, 'there are no accidents.' Second off, no matter how much you beg, we're not letting you leave to take care of your business. Just try to hold it in. It's that simple." "Yes, that's right, George," Noel reflected. "The women are setting up the glitter torture for you and I. There's nothing either of us can do." "Wait," said Hailey. "How did Noel learn about our signature message to boys?" "I heard from a friend of a friend of mine." "Okay, Noel. Why don't you tell Curious George what's going to transpire onto him? If you don't, he'll watch you go through it first." "The only thing I know is the name. Everything else is speculation and bias." "...All right. George, since Noel here couldn't explain it, we'll show it to you just so you know what to expect." George gulped. Was Noel going to be fed glitter against his will? Was Hailey doing to make his life flash before his eyes in a can of paint?! "Don't worry," she reassured George. "It's quite simple, and the only thing we'll hurt is your boyish [redacted] ass. That's what perverts deserve, right?" The girls all agreed. "Okay. Let's get started." Hailey pulled down Noel's pants and boxers. His crotch was nothing special, just a dick and balls. She then undid Noel's handcuffs, but he made no effort to escape. Instead, he accepted his butt's fate as she tied his hands to a rope. Riley got some glitter, and Hailey sprinkled it all over Noel's butt cheeks. Then... *THWAP* Noel was spanked. George couldn't believe his eyes or ears. *THWAP* Another hard slap on Noel's butt. George closed his eyes and covered his ears despite his bladder's obviously throbbing pain. The *THWAPS* became faster and faster until Noel's butt was painted rose red from all the impacts his butt took. "Just as I expected," he said. "It smarts down there. And it would pain me to sit down." "George, you're up next!" exclaimed Hailey. "You can't do that to me!" squealed George. "Uh, yes we can. We did it to Noel, and he's not even the first one to have his [redacted] ass beat. I don't think you'll be the last, but I want to say I'll try not to do this again." They tied his hands up considerably far from Noel, who was freed. "Noooo!" screamed George. "I can't hold it iiiiiinnnnnnnn!!" Hailey snorted. "You really think your current plight is gonna help you get out of this?! Ha! I'd like to see you try in bondage!" And then... ... *pssssssshhhhhh* "Ohhhhhh... noooooooo..." George cried as he wet himself in front of the whole club and Noel. This was NOT going to end happily ever after for George, considering Tracy wasn't here to cheer him up! Noel easily looked away, but the others just couldn't take their eyes off him. They were all mesmerized and amazed by the cacophony of a grown boy bawling and urine dripping from where he stood. All except Hailey. Her bladder gave up too, for some reason. She started tearing up. "He's crying?!" she asked herself. "Why?! That's not fair! He was supposed to sigh in relief and revel in his feelings until the glitter torture began! I could've enjoyed watching his face turn from happy to scared [redacted]!" She wept to herself after having her expectations defied. *drip, drip* "Ohhhh... waaaahh..." George was mortified by all this. He just wanted to go home and cry himself to sleep after the glitter torture. "George," Hailey confessed, "I'm sorry for making you cry. I really am, and I take back all the mean things I said to you. The glitter torture will not happen this day or ever again. It'd just make you sadder. And from now on, you are allowed in the art club." Everyone protested against her heartfelt decision. "But he's a pervert!" "The teachers would definitely be suspicious of the art club, if they're not already suspecting us of committing BDSM!" "What about Noel? He would be able to join if he doffed the maid dress!" "Somebody touched my fanny!" The protests went on and on. "Well, this is unusual," sighed Noel. "I think we'll be here for a long time..." Hailey couldn't take it anymore. "Everyone, stop talking!" she yelled. "I have made my choice, and that's final! The club is dismissed!" Other members went, "Awwwww!!" "Man," Riley lamented, "if only we could have one day where no perverts came near Hailey..." "Well, Riley," said Hailey, "consider your thirst for vengeance quenched. I will now deal with perverts in another room..." "The bathroom?" asked George. "No, the girls' locker room. It's where we undress." Hailey untied George, and they were the first ones out of the club. All the other girls followed them to the main parking lot. Noel stood there alone, in melancholy contemplation. ... When George and the girls made it to the main parking lot, he tried to hide his and Hailey's wet spots. "I really am so sorry," whispered Hailey, "for what happened earlier today. I love you, and I will do anything to stop you from crying." "If you couldn't forgive me," George responded, "how could I ever forgive you?" "Fair point. Though I don't want to go through that ever again. Promise?" "Uhhh... I... promise?" Then she kissed him, unintentionally grossing out the other girls. "Kissing spreads germs, you know!" Riley said. George replied, "One friend of mine always said that handshakes spread germs faster. So a kiss is healthier, if more crass." And that's a fact. The End. Edited May 17, 2022 by AromaticPee (see edit history)
Howdy everyone! Some of my favorite stories on this site are the ones set in some kind of dystopian hellhole where there are laws prohibiting or restricting female urination - it's an exciting fantasy to think about, albeit a horrific human rights violation if applied in real life. This got me thinking, though, what about a society where there aren't necessarily these dystopian laws restricting restroom access, but holding is just kind of a peculiar custom that's been part of a culture for as long as anyone can remember? What if the people there don't really feel the need to pass any laws on the subject because that's just the way they've always done things? I wrote this little summary of a bizarre country with bizarre customs that others may find repulsive, but hey, that's just the way they like to live!  - Bart Z. I come from a small island nation in the Indian Ocean called the Kingdom of Jalabhumi. We are quite remote and removed from the rest of the world, but we have gradually begun to open up to the world in recent years. Most people don’t even know our country exists, but the people who do know about us are always highly impressed by our unique culture and stunning natural landscapes. The people of Jalabhumi are a mix of the many different groups who settled on our island over the years, ancient navigators who came from Southern India, the eastern coast of Africa, Sumatra, and Java. The Jalabhumese language is Dravidian in origin, somewhat related to Malayalam, but with some Bantu and Austronesian elements. Our religion is polytheistic and unlike any other in the world. Our cuisine is largely based on fish, nuts, and fruits, with our island’s fertile soil producing the juiciest and sweetest fruits you can possibly imagine. Our society is highly matriarchal and our monarchy is matrilineal, with women largely dominating society and politics from the very earliest days of our country’s foundation. In fact, men were not even granted the right to vote until 1997, as our formerly reclusive nation gradually began to be exposed to the outside world. Women are traditionally viewed as the indispensable overseers of the country, mothers, matriarchs, and carriers of children. Men are viewed as the more dispensable, dedicated warriors willing to die to protect the nation and its women, collect food, and provide the seed for the next generation. As you can tell, our culture is extremely unique. However, quite possibly the most unique cultural trait about our country is something that often astonishes visitors more than anything else about us. Many who come here hate this practice, or think it’s a savage way of thinking by an “uncivilized” nation, but I have come to this website because I think I may have found the one group of people in the world who will appreciate this ancient custom so dear to us. You see, in our culture, it is viewed as socially unacceptable for women to urinate, at least in the manner and frequency that they do in most other parts of the world. Girls are trained to hold large amounts of liquid in their bladders from adolescence onwards. By the age of 20, a woman is expected to be able to go at least, at the very, VERY least, 48 hours of drinking a large volume of liquid without allowing one drop to escape her bladder. Women’s restrooms are practically nonexistent in this country and the majority of women adamantly oppose any effort to build any new ones to accommodate the growing tourist industry. Women here largely view unlimited access to urination as a barbaric and disgusting foreign custom, entirely alien to, and incompatible with Jalabhumese values. Foreigners who come here are often viewed as disrespectful for demanding more restrooms and for urinating openly in the sea and in the forests. While we are grateful for the increased volume of visitors who have come here in recent years to contribute to our economy, we only wish they could respect the local customs a little more and not try to impose their alien way of life on our country. This custom is not something we would normally even think about on a day to day basis. Jalabhumese women view a perpetually full bladder as a mundane part of daily living; part and parcel of the experience of womanhood. Free urination is considered to be a habit of men, an example of men’s perceived lack of self-control, whether sexually or otherwise. A woman’s ability to control her bladder shows dignity, discipline, and self-restraint. The only time we really think about our custom is when foreign women (or more rarely, the occasional undisciplined Jalabhumese woman) either urinates uncontrollably or complains about needing to urinate. To give an example in more familiar terms, it’s like how you might not think about how rude and uncivilized it is to belch or fart in polite company until you see someone doing it. Or perhaps if you see someone cough in someone’s face instead of covering their mouth. With our country’s newfound popularity amongst travelers, we have been forced to look inward and truly think about how different our customs are from other places. The custom of women holding their urine in rather than releasing it is an ancient one, and is even baked into Jalabhumi’s traditional religion and our national origin myth. On this island, we worship many gods and goddesses, but the highest among them is the great Goddess Anakketta. In the past, other gods were worshipped to a higher degree than they are today, but devotion to Anakketta has served us so well over the years that She is widely considered to be the symbol of the nation. According to the ancient texts, Anakketta was once a simple island girl born in a time dominated by men. In this time, everyone let their waters loose freely without any thought. Anakketta was considered a very strange girl because she would drink and drink and drink, her bladder would expand, and she would hold it all in. The men of the island were repulsed by her habits and made fun of her, but the women were impressed and many of them joined her. The men, frightened by their wives participating in such a strange activity, banished Anakketta to the hills and forbade their wives from keeping their bladders full. But one day, after a storm, an enormous tidal wave appeared, threatening to drown everyone on the island. The men who banished Anakketta realized they had no one else to turn to. They rushed to the hills and called upon her to save them. And so, she opened her mouth wide, swallowed the giant wave, and held back the flood. No matter how full her bladder got, she did not leak one drop. It was at this moment when the simple girl Anakketta became a goddess. As the men of the island bowed to Her and apologized for their mistake, She forgave them, but She also asked the islanders to abide by Her rules: She will continue to hold back the flood and protect the island, but she cannot do it alone. All women must help her by holding back their own floods. They must drink and drink and drink, let their bladders expand, and hold it all in, just as Anakketta had done for them. But the men objected. They told the Goddess that they couldn’t possibly hold in their waters the way women do. But Anakketta simply smiled, and answered that She does not need the help of men. Since the men have demonstrated that they do not have the spiritual strength that women do, they cannot be trusted to maintain discipline with such a task. So, the men of the island would be free to release their waters as much as they want, but as a consequence, they will lose their dominant position in society and the women would rule. The islanders all agreed to these terms, and thus, the nation of Jalabhumi was born. To this day, the Goddess Anakketta is believed to be a dam protecting Jalabhumi, and the women of the island are the maintenance workers, working hard to make sure She stays intact. Religious devotion to Anakketta is pervasive in all aspects of society. Obviously, a human woman cannot hold her urine forever like a powerful Goddess can. But when a Jalabhumese woman does eventually succumb to the inevitable need to empty her bladder, there is a ritual that must be done first. Jalabhumese women, typically in groups, will approach an altar dedicated to Anakketta and recite a prayer thanking Her for continuing to hold back the flood. Once finished, each woman will urinate into a container while praying to Anakketta to take on the liquid that they were unable to hold. The urine is then taken by a priestess to be poured into the ocean, which is believed to represent the infinite bladder capacity of the Goddess. Men such as myself, on the other hand, typically just pee into the ocean whenever we want. We do pray to Anakketta and thank her constantly for not giving us this burden. We are grateful for our wives and girlfriends and mothers and sisters for sacrificing comfort, and we devote ourselves to protecting them and making them happy. And of course, I won’t lie and say that most Jalabhumese men aren’t intensely attracted to a woman who can hold a lot of liquid for a long time. It is a major turn on for myself and many of my male friends to see a bulging bladder on a woman. While some of us are impressed by the beauty of foreign women, sorry ladies, but most Jalabhumese men won’t even approach women unless we can see how full your bladder is. We view women as the backbone of our society. They protect us spiritually, while we defend them physically. One such woman for whom the people of Jalabhumi have the utmost devotion, is our Queen, Archita Ottakam XIV. She is a member of the Ottakam dynasty, perhaps one of the oldest reigning dynasties in the world. Much like how the Emperors of Japan were traditionally believed to be the descendants of Amaterasu, we believe that the Queen of Jalabhumi is the direct descendant of Anakketta. Only women are allowed to reign as monarch, just as Anakketta commanded. It is often said that the royals of Jalabhumi have the most powerful bladders in the entire world. Queen Archita herself is said to only empty her bladder once every year - and while we often like to believe that for fun, we all know it’s just an exaggeration. However, her capacity is extremely impressive, even for Jalabhumese standards. She is often spotted in public sporting a humongous bladder bulge, making her look eight months pregnant. While seeing bladder bulges are extremely common in our country, hers is amongst the largest. Royal women are trained from an early age to expand their bladder capacities as much as possible. It takes an extreme amount of discipline and prayer to Anakketta. The women of this country adore and admire our Queen and seek to model themselves and their lives after her. We believe that our faith in the Goddess Anakketta and Her ability to hold back the flood has helped us remain an independent kingdom, uninterrupted by any foreign invaders for millennia. Throughout the colonial period, many a European empire tried to claim our island and failed spectacularly. First came the Portuguese, and then the Dutch, and then the French, and then the British. And one by one, we fought them off. As India, Africa, and Indochina fell prey to European forces, we held back the flood and remained a self-governing nation. In 1941, as other nations fell to the Japanese, we held back the flood. In 1961, when India invaded Goa, they also tried to invade us, but we held back the flood. Today, as China and the United States squabble for influence all over Asia, we hold back the flood. And it doesn’t even just end at protecting our nation from foreign invaders, but also from the danger of rising tides. Neighboring islands such as the Maldives, the British Indian Ocean Territory, and the Indian state of Lakshadweep are all in danger of sinking into the sea as climate change causes the sea level to rise. Yet despite our close proximity to these nations, our island is protected by its geography - it is high enough to avoid flooding and its hilly landscape gives us ample protection whenever a storm comes. We believe that Anakketta protects us by holding back the flood, and our continued maintenance of our tradition honors Her sacrifice to us. We owe all our respects to Anakketta, and thus, we continue to practice the tradition that we believe honors Her and the protection She bestows. This is why we hold this custom so closely to our hearts. It is as important to the Jalabhumese religion as it is for Muslims to avoid eating pork - such a custom may seem strange to outsiders, but if you come from an Islamic background, you’d be just as shocked to see someone who professes to be a Muslim eating bacon as I would be to see a Jalabhumese woman shamelessly emptying her bladder. As I have said, you all here on omorashi.org are probably one of the only groups of people who appreciate and respect our unique custom for what it is. I hope to one day see some of you in my country, and to participate in our ancient customs! Please let me know if there are any questions you have about my country. I would be happy to answer! Thank you.
I’m glad so many of you are interested in my country! I’ve received so many great questions I don’t know where to start, but I’ll do my best to answer them. But first, I’d like to clarify some things. One thing I didn’t mention is some of the terminology we use in our country. I initially decided against inundating foreigners with all sorts of unfamiliar terms, but my wife convinced me that it is important for outsiders to know these terms, so that when you all come here, you know what these things mean. The religious and cultural practice of a Jalabhumese woman maintaining a full bladder is called Niranyu, a word that roughly means “fullness”. It has a double meaning of both physical and spiritual fullness. Niranyu, as you know, is the practice by which our women honor the Goddess Anakketta, who with her infinitely expanding bladder and tightly sealed openings, holds back the flood and protects Jalabhumi. The ritual by which women release the liquid they can no longer bear the burden of holding is called Anakketta Chearccha. “Chearccha” is a word which roughly means “leak”, and the ritual, if done with respect and reverence, is believed to pass the burden onto the Goddess Anakketta. A woman who does not respect Anakketta’s commands and urinates whenever she wants is pejoratively referred to as a jaladhara. Think of this word as you might think of the words “slut” or “whore”. These are very important and common words to know if you ever come here! And now onto answering some of the questions you have all asked: The question of whether foreign women should be punished for urinating has actually been a hotly debated topic in this country for the past few years. Traditionally, there has been no need for any type of legal regulation on women’s peeing habits, as Niranyu has always been a voluntary, albeit socially enforced practice. There have been Jalabhumese women all throughout history who have disobeyed the Goddess Anakketta’s commands, but there has never been a precedent of legal punishment against these individuals. It has always been more of a matter of social ostracization. A jaladhara would be regarded much in the same way as a conservative Christian community would regard the town harlot - a rogue individual who rejects societal norms. But no criminal punishment has ever befallen these individuals. Since the overwhelming majority of Jalabhumese women practice Niranyu, the occasional jaladhara was not considered to be a widespread problem. Now, however, with the influx of foreign travelers who have wildly different values from those we have here in Jalabhumi, this debate has reached the highest levels of government. In 2018, Prime Minister Harinakshi Karuna introduced a piece of legislation that would have resulted in prison sentences and forced urinary retention for any woman deemed to be a jaladhara, including foreign travelers. Thankfully, the bill was rejected by Parliament before it could be passed into law. I thoroughly oppose any effort to turn Jalabhumi into some sort of urinary prison camp for women whose bladders aren’t strong enough to handle our unique way of life. The last thing I want is for my country to be regarded as a Singapore-style police state that harshly punishes clueless foreigners for things that aren’t even crimes where they come from. Far-right politicians like PM Karuna are nothing but demagogues - snake oil peddlers who run their campaigns on fear. Her supporters are afraid that the growing influence of the outside world is changing Jalabhumi in ways from which we cannot recover. This is a ridiculous assertion, as we have a long history of preserving our culture and holding back the flood. As far as I’m concerned, legislation like that is incompatible with Jalabhumese values. It is insulting to our Goddess Anakketta and contrary to the voluntary spirit of Niranyu. Not once in the history of our country have we needed laws to regulate women’s bladders and we certainly don’t need them now. After all, if the British Royal Navy was no match for us, what can a bunch of obnoxious tourists accomplish? Is your faith in Anakketta not strong enough, PM Karuna? Granted, even liberal-minded individuals such as myself often get uncomfortable seeing so many foreigners take advantage of our hospitality while completely disregarding our culture. I understand that it’s not easy for women who aren’t from here to hold as much as a native can, but we only wish they would take the time to at least make the attempt to practice Niranyu and Anakketta Chearccha. Anakketta is a loving and forgiving Goddess, and She understands the limitations of the human body, as long as one makes at least some effort. The question of what would happen to foreign women who want to follow Anakketta’s commands has a very, very simple answer: We will welcome them with open arms! This is precisely why I have come here. On this website is quite perhaps the largest concentration of foreigners who would not only tolerate our culture, but embrace and even adopt it! In fact, my own wife is not originally from here, but from Kerala, India. (A side note: Of all languages, our language is most similar to Malayalam, the language spoken in Kerala. The Jalabhumese can understand Malayalam speakers far more easily than the reverse due to all the Bantu and Indonesian elements in Jalabhumese, but we can still communicate fairly well.) Back home in Kerala, she was known for having a very large bladder (by non-Jalabhumese standards) and would sometimes go full days without urinating. Coming to Jalabhumi was actually something one of her friends dared her to do, as she believed even my wife’s impressive bladder wouldn’t last 24 hours in this country. While her friend was right that she would have an extremely difficult time adjusting, my future wife was determined to prove her friend wrong. She had the strongest bladder in her hometown and she was positive that she was strong enough to get by in Jalabhumi. At that time, I worked at one of the most visited hotels in Jalabhumi, and as a result, I interacted with lots of foreigners every day. This is why I am a little more understanding of the needs of foreigners than some others in my country. When I first met my wife, she was a guest at my hotel, and I was working up at the front desk. I always ask guests at my hotel what drew them to come to Jalabhumi. Usually the answer is something along the lines of “for the beaches” or “for the food” or “for the nature”. But when I asked this girl, she gave me an answer I’ve never heard before: “I have the strongest bladder in my village and I have come to prove that I can handle the Jalabhumese way of life.” This is when I knew that I had to get to know this woman. I am typically quite shy around women, but somehow, talking to her seemed so natural for me. Since my work day would be ending in a few hours, I offered to be the one to show her the ropes. She seemed eager to learn from a real Jalabhumese person and gladly accepted. Later that evening, I arrived at her room, where I could tell she had dolled herself up a little bit. I took her out to dinner at my favorite restaurant. Our cuisine is very heavily liquid-based; lots of soups and juices. Certain fruits here in this country have strong diuretic properties. This girl wanted the full Jalabhumese experience, and she did say she wanted to test her bladder, so I ordered the foods that I thought would test her bladder the most. She told me all about her story, how she has always had a big bladder and how her friends had dared her to come here. In turn, I taught her all about the story of the Goddess Anakketta, how women practice Niranyu to honor her, and how to perform the ritual of Anakketta Chearccha. She was very happy to learn. And as we ate and drank, I managed to glance at her legs, tightly crossed and fidgeting under the table. After dinner, I took her out into the hills for a nature walk. While foreign women often urinate in the forests, this is not something Jalabhumese women would ever dream of. It is disrespectful to Anakketta. I could tell she was struggling a little. She was walking very slowly and kept asking me to slow down so she could “catch her breath”. She was sweating, holding between her legs, and the warm smiles and lively conversation we were having earlier was gone. She was definitely getting extremely desperate. Before I continue, let’s address one of your questions: What happens if a woman is nowhere near an altar to Anakketta and the need cannot be stopped? Thankfully, that does not happen often. Jalabhumese women typically adhere to a personal schedule, performing Anakketta Chearccha on specific days, at specific times. This schedule is worked out with friends and sisters, or whomever else typically performs the ritual with them. Niranyu is taught to girls at an early age, so by adolescence, they know what’s expected of them. By the time girls reach an age where Niranyu essentially a religious obligation, most have already developed the discipline to hold for long periods of time. Girls have learned Niranyu from their mothers, grandmothers, aunts, older sisters, cousins, all of society. During adolescence is when girls begin to develop a schedule to adhere to, with the goal of maintaining this schedule for life. Women typically know when to avoid lengthy travel because it would interfere with their Anakketta Chearccha. Women also typically carry a small statuette of Anakketta and a small container in case an unexpected need does arise. We here in Jalabhumi understand that nobody is perfect, and sometimes, unscheduled leaks do happen. We believe that no dam is entirely leak-proof, except Goddess Anakketta, and She is a most forgiving goddess. So yes, to a Jalabhumese woman, this is not something that would normally happen unless she is being extremely reckless. But to a foreigner like my wife, who has not grown up with the concept of Niranyu, and whose bladder is not trained like a Jalabhumese woman’s is, and who does not have a set schedule to perform Anakketta Chearccha, and who is not carrying a statuette of the Goddess and a container, traveling far out in the woods with a bursting bladder is a serious problem. At a certain point, she was absolutely bursting to pee. The diuretic foods and juices she had thoroughly enjoyed at dinner had worked their way into her bladder and were itching to come out. She could barely move. She doubled over, legs tightly crossed, sweating and panting, tears rolling down her face. She confessed that her bladder had never been this full and she needed to get to an altar NOW. As an open-minded individual, I offered to stand guard as she peed in the forest, and nobody would ever know. “No!” She exclaimed. “I am not a jaladhara!” This admittedly turned me on immensely. This foreigner already cared about our customs and wanted to be one of us. She may not have had the bladder capacity yet, but she was determined to make it so. She couldn’t move and the town was a long walk away, so I picked her up and ran as fast as I could back to town. The entire way, she was praying “Please, Anakketta, give me the strength to hold back the flood.” There are altars to Anakketta all over Jalabhumi, so finding one shouldn’t be an issue, but the one we arrived at had a small wait. There were three groups of women in front of us. My future wife, a disheveled, sobbing, desperate mess behind a group of very relaxed women casually chatting about the weather with their bulging bladders visibly protruding several inches. A Jalabhumese woman’s bladder is almost always full, but one can see the telltale signs of a woman in dire need of an Anakketta Chearccha: Slightly bouncy, legs crossed, foot tapping impatiently, shifting around, mildly swaying hips. In most other countries, these signs would indicate a mild, but pressing need to urinate. In Jalabhumi, this indicates extreme, overwhelming desperation. As the women in front of us chatted away, I let my future wife down on the ground. She was bent over and crying. It took less than a minute before she turned to me, and said “I’m so sorry,” as the dam broke and she flooded all over the street. Two of the women in front of us turned around and gasped as she failed to stop the flood. Some people around us cast judgmental stares, until she started praying. “I’m so sorry, Anakketta, please forgive me,” she said over and over again. The judgments of the people turned to pity as they realized the girl was a foreigner, trying as hard as she could to respect our customs. The women in front of us helped her get cleaned up and invited her to watch as they performed the ritual. We all exchanged names and contact information, and my future wife became very close friends with these two women. They became her mentors in the ways of Jalabhumese society, and she has learned so much from them over the years. That all happened seven years ago, and my wife never returned to India. We married about a year later, and we have lived a very happy life. My wife’s bladder now rivals even some girls who have lived here their entire lives. She has truly assimilated into Jalabhumese culture, learned the language, and even gained full citizenship two years ago. So yes, foreign women who love our customs and want to partake can even become Jalabhumese if they put in enough time and dedication! One of the women my wife and I became friends with that day is now pregnant with her first child, which gives us a great opportunity to discuss another great question. Obviously, women need to pee more frequently when they’re pregnant. Here in Jalabhumi, we recognize that fact, and so pregnant women typically practice a reduced form of Niranyu with more frequent Anakketta Chearccha. When a woman is pregnant, a common practice is for her friends or sisters to reduce their visits to the altar and increase their liquid intake to maintain balance - this is informally called “double Niranyu”. This sometimes results in funny situations where a pregnant woman’s sister will have such a big bladder bulge that she will appear to be further along in pregnancy! It can be difficult, especially when a woman is used to a specific Annakketta Chearccha schedule, but increasing one’s bladder capacity is considered a very noble task. Currently, since my wife’s friend is pregnant, my wife is practicing double Niranyu in solidarity with her. It is sometimes very difficult for her, having not been born here, but I always encourage her and thank her for doing such a great job. Her friend, of course, will return the favor when my wife and I decide to have a child! For now, I am happy to admire my wife’s immense bladder and thank Anakketta for continuing to bless us with such a great life. With a country as unique as my dear homeland of Jalabhumi, there is always plenty to discuss and plenty more stories to tell, so let me know if you’re curious about anything else!
Wow! Thank you all so much! Since I posted the second part of my story, I’ve received nothing but positive responses and many more fantastic questions! I’m not sure I’ll be able to answer them all right away, but I’ll try to as soon as I can. For this entry, I’d like to focus specifically on two specific questions. One person asked what it would take to get a woman here in Jalabhumi really, really desperate, and another was interested in my wife and how she’s doing practicing double Niranyu. Because boy, oh boy, do I have a story for all of you. It is often said that converts to a religion tend to follow the tenets of the faith more closely than those born into it. A convert to Islam might be shocked and disappointed to find out that many of his fellow Muslims will sometimes drink beer, or have premarital sex, or skip going to the mosque on Fridays, or even skip some of the mandatory five daily prayers. A person like that is a cultural Muslim, much like a person who celebrates Christmas but doesn’t go to church is a cultural Christian, or a person who participates in a Passover seder but doesn’t go to shul or rest on the Sabbath is culturally Jewish. For people like this, religion is taken for granted, as it’s simply the culture they were born into, the culture their family adheres to. On the other hand, someone who was not born into a culture, but chooses to adopt the religion later on in life has actively researched what they must do to truly be faithful. They read the sacred texts, they follow the rituals, they attend the gatherings. They cannot simply take their new faith for granted. They cannot claim cultural heritage, as they originally came from a different culture. And so, they take their newfound faith very, very seriously. This perfectly describes my wife, Navi. She was born into Hinduism, a religion quite similar to ours in many ways. We too in Jalabhumi worship gods bearing a resemblance to the likes of Ganesh, Shiva, Murugan, and others. We believe in reincarnation and karma. Yet, as you all know by now, we are quite distinct from the Hindus of India, as our religion revolves around the highest of all our gods, the Goddess Anakketta: the great dam protecting Jalabhumi from all floods, both of nature and of man. My wife is one of the most devoted followers of the Goddess I have ever met. This, I have no doubt, is due to the fact that she chose to adopt our culture on her own free will, while others here in Jalabhumi practice it because this is what they were born with. While I admire her devotion, Navi often has a tendency to become confrontational when in a religious disagreement with other Jalabhumese women. She is generally forgiving of foreigners who don’t practice our religion, having once been one herself, but she gets frustrated when she notices other Jalabhumese women cutting corners around proper Niranyu. She can be very stubborn and always strives to prove her dedication. This has been true since the day I met her. While this is an honorable trait and part of why I am so deeply in love with her, sometimes she ends up in difficult situations because of it. In fact, just last week, my wife got into a dispute with one of her friends that kicked off one of the most challenging, yet simultaneously most exciting and sexually gratifying experiences of our married life. You see, not all Jalabhumese women believe practicing double Niranyu to make up for the limitations of pregnant friends or sisters is a true scriptural obligation. It is indeed a time-honored cultural tradition, but many here in Jalabhumi dispute its actual religious significance. Like many religious texts throughout the world, the Anakettapustakam, our most sacred of holy books, contains certain passages that seem to offer many different meanings. As a result, the passages that are unclear to mankind’s limited understanding of the divine have resulted centuries-long debates as to how they should be interpreted and implemented in common practice. It all started Friday morning after I posted my second entry in this thread. As I mentioned before, Navi’s friend Kanika is quite far along in her pregnancy. She is due to give birth any day now, and as a result, she doesn’t have much room inside her to fully practice Niranyu. My wife is a major supporter of double Niranyu, but her other friend Mayuri doesn’t see it that way. During what was meant to be a friendly get-together for brunch, Navi and Mayuri got into a heated debate about whether double Niranyu is necessary. “It’s written right here in the Anakkettapustakam!” Navi exclaimed, flipping to the page in the holy book she had clearly committed to memory. “A leaking dam is reinforced by the fortified dam in front of it. What do you think that’s supposed to mean?” “Well it certainly doesn’t mean what you think it means!” Mayuri fired back. “The ‘leaking dam’ refers to a jaladhara, not a devout woman carrying a child. It means that when we all practice Niranyu, meaning normal Niranyu, it makes up for those that refuse to follow Anakketta!” “A jaladhara is a fountain, not a dam,” Navi sneered. “This passage refers to the women who would normally be able to hold back the flood, but have sprung a leak due to extra pressure.” “Okay, and what does it say on the very next page, huh?” Mayuri retorted. “Every woman is a dam, and all share the burden of holding back the flood!” “Well that just reinforces what I’m saying!” “No it doesn’t!” Mayuri shrieked, having lost her patience entirely. “Not once in the entire Anakkettapustakam does it say that extra Niranyu is necessary to make up for leaks!” “It’s implied! When one of us can’t do the heavy lifting, we all have to take on extra weight!” Navi stubbornly insisted, while Mayuri rolled her eyes. This really ticked Navi off. “You know what, Mayuri? Fine! If you don’t want to do your part to make up for Kanika, you don’t have to. I’ll take on your burden.” Mayuri scoffed. “Navi, you can’t possibly be serious. There’s no way you can manage to hold that much.” “Oh, I am quite serious,” Navi retorted. “Your bladder may be too weak to handle it, but mine isn’t! I won’t just do double Niranyu - I’ll do triple…no, quadruple Niranyu! You’ll see just how far I can go.” “With your foreign bladder?” Mayuri snickered. “Please, Navi. There’s no possible way you can hold back that kind of ocean. I’m willing to bet on it!” “….How much?” Navi said as a devious smile spread across her face. And that’s how it all started. I was in the kitchen, making lunch with Mayuri’s husband. The two of us said nothing as we closely listened to our wives bickering and betting on Navi’s bladder capabilities. It is extremely common here in Jalabhumi for men to be turned on by women in a state of desperation. There are even passages in the Anakkettapustakam related to the natural sexual excitement men can get out of their wives keeping Niranyu, so it is a completely normal and recognized aspect of Jalabhumese society. So as you can probably guess, both of us were very excited for what was to come, but I had no idea at the time just how lucky I was. This whole thing would demonstrate truly how big my wife’s bladder could get, and just how eager she is to complete a challenge. Over lunch, Navi and Mayuri told us the terms of their agreement. Navi would maintain Niranyu for one full week, all while drinking not only her own increased liquids, but the extra liquids that Mayuri would have consumed had she been participating in double Niranyu. That sounded to me like a downright impossible feat. It sounded ridiculous to both Mayuri and her husband. But Navi was determined to prove she could do it. If Navi makes it to her goal, Mayuri would give her the equivalent of 1000 US dollars, or approximately 80,000 Indian rupees. But if Navi’s dam were to break before that time, Navi would have to pay Mayuri. In this country, that amount of money goes a long way, so this was extra exciting for all of us. Navi and Mayuri shook hands on it, with me and Mayuri’s husband as witnesses. I looked over at Navi skeptically after our friends left. She was clearly in a heightened state, determined to prove herself, but I wanted to be realistic. “Navi, are you sure you can do this?” I asked. “Of course I can!” She said. “Why? Do you not trust me?” “Trust has nothing to do with it,” I said. “It’s just that….well, Navi, that’s a lot to hold inside you. And for an entire week? I don’t know a woman here in Jalabhumi who would ever attempt that, besides maybe the Queen herself. And for you, as a….” “…As a what?” Navi said, with her arms crossed as she awaited my response. “Well…” I hesitated. She stared at me waiting. I knew I wouldn’t get out of this one. “I mean, Navi, Mayuri is kind of right about your bladder being foreign.” Her mouth dropped open, deeply offended. “Hey, listen!” Navi barked at me. “I thought you of all people knew me better than that, Kanu! I will do this, even if my own husband doesn’t believe in me.” I couldn’t help myself. I just burst out into laughter. “Oh, fuck you, Kanu!” Navi said as she stormed out of the house. I didn’t follow her. When Navi gets frustrated and needs to blow off some steam, she’ll take a walk around the neighborhood for a few hours, and it’s a bad idea to try to bug her when she’s in that state. She’d rather be alone. I didn’t mean to laugh at her. Honestly, the reason I was laughing because Navi said “Hey, listen!” She says this all the time, and every time she says it, it makes me laugh because of how ironic it is that a person whose name is Navi constantly uses this phrase. She doesn’t understand the joke. I know I was foolish to have been so dismissive of my wife’s capabilities. Navi has proven time and time again that despite having been born outside the country, she is the embodiment of the ideal Jalabhumese woman. When she first came to this country in 2015, there wasn’t much of a formal process for attaining citizenship. Why would there be? Demand for citizenship in a tiny country hardly anybody knows about isn’t exactly overwhelming. Plus, the Jalabhumese people are essentially an ethno-religious group. Even if one does convert to our religion and practices the necessary rites and rituals, there is still an ethnic component to being fully considered Jalabhumese. Being the progressive-minded person I am, I think it’s an outdated and overly conservative line of thinking, but here in Jalabhumi, the mentality of many people is unfortunately “Once an outsider, always an outsider.” As a result of all this, Navi can sometimes be a little insecure about her place in Jalabhumese society. Quite frankly, she shouldn’t be. After all, Navi was actually one of the first immigrants to obtain full citizenship in this country. We had to petition the government and go through all sorts of convoluted processes thought up on the spot since there wasn’t really any precedent for immigrant naturalization in Jalabhumi in the first place. We needed at least two citizen sponsors, of which we offered three: myself, Kanika, and Mayuri. We needed her to prove she was capable of speaking fluent Jalabhumese, not difficult since her native language, Malayalam, is very similar. Climbing up the ladder of incompetent government officials, we eventually ended up in communication with Queen Archita herself, who summoned Navi to the palace and asked her to perform certain rituals and prayers, demonstrate her commitment to maintaining Niranyu, confirm her knowledge of the Anakkettapustakam, knowledge of how to perform proper Anakketta Chearccha, knowledge of the country’s history, sing the national anthem, all sorts of nationalistic garbage to prove how committed she is to the country and its culture. The Queen personally bestowed citizenship upon Navi after deeming her to be worthy of becoming one of us. So, in many ways, Navi’s ascent to full citizenship was an historic achievement in our country, and something to be deeply proud of. This accomplishment alone shows how dedicated she is to the traditions of Jalabhumi, and how strong her bladder is. Yet, she still holds many insecurities and always second-guesses herself about whether or not she truly is good enough to be Jalabhumese. I was a fool not to consider how sensitive a subject this might be for her. When she got back home about 45 minutes later, I had some tea prepared for her. I gave her a hug and apologized for being a jerk. We kissed and made up, as we always do. I told her that I do believe in her, I do trust her, and I will help her and support her. She forgave me and asked for double the tea she usually drinks. She was planning on starting immediately anyway, no matter what my stupid opinion was, but felt better now that I had given her my support. And so it began. Friday was a holiday for us - May 20 is when we commemorate our successful campaign against the French. The French weren’t exactly the most formidable of our foes, mostly because at the time, they were also dealing with the Haitian rebellion, but still, the day gives us in Jalabhumi an excuse to relax, or to partake in a festival, something we Jalabhumese love to do. So my wife and I had a long weekend. The last time Navi emptied her bladder had been Thursday evening. She had gone for her Anakketta Chearccha around the time I posted my second entry in this thread. She had made the deal with Mayuri on Friday about noon. We had planned that day to go out and enjoy the festivities downtown with some friends, but after making up from our argument, we decided instead to stay in all day, watch TV, and cuddle. Navi is so damn cute when she falls asleep in my lap. On Saturday, we were feeling more up for a day out. It was a beautiful day and Navi was eager to spend some time in the sun. Though Navi had forgiven me for my attitude the previous day, I still wanted to make it up to her. I wanted to show her that I’d support her challenge. Plus, the more I thought about it, the more excited I got. Navi has gotten so used to her routine over the years that it’s been a very long time since I’ve seen her really, truly desperate to pee. I can’t even remember the last time I’d seen her really struggle to hold back the flood. And whenever I talked to her about it, she seemed very excited for the challenge she was about to endure. This was the most excited I’d seen her since she got her citizenship a couple years ago. So, I took her out for lunch. For some context, I want to mention where and how exactly we live. Navi and I both have relatively well-paying jobs, so we live a fairly luxurious life by Jalabhumese standards. The cost of living here in Jalabhumi is quite low, so having a halfway decent job with a halfway decent income is generally enough to live a fairly prosperous and easy life here. With our combined income, we are able to afford a spacious two-bedroom home near the waterfront of downtown Anakkettapuram, the capital of Jalabhumi. Neither of us spend too much time outside our immediate neighborhood. We wouldn’t really want to anyway - everything we need is right here in Anakkettapuram. We strolled along the palm tree-lined streets, enjoying the tropical heat. In Jalabhumi, we often say we have two seasons: the rainy season, and the rainier season. When skies are clear, the Jalabhumese love to spend time outside. One of our favorite restaurants is a lovely little shack with outdoor seating right by the ocean. We ordered our usual meals, which of course includes lots of hydration. Navi, of course, ordered more than her usual share of drinks, which she gulped down as fast as she could. “Oh my god, Kanu, I’m going to have to pee so bad,” she giggled deviously. It turned me on to hear her say that. Navi is the type of person who likes to use the proper terminology (Niranyu, Anakketta Chearccha, etc.), so when she says things like “have to pee”, it indicates her naughty side coming out. She was getting so excited and I was so happy for her. We spent the entirety of Saturday outdoors. It was May 20 weekend, after all, and people were still outside celebrating the holiday. May 20 is just an excuse to get drunk and party. While Navi and I aren’t exactly the partying type, we did make it a point to get some beers into Navi’s bladder. I should mention that at this point, I had excused myself to piss five times already, as I’d had a lot to drink as well. But Navi kept holding on strong. We spent some time swimming in the ocean, which Navi loves to do when her bladder is full. Just before sundown, we ran into Mayuri and Kanika downtown. Kanika was astonished looking at the size of Navi’s bulge. “Oh my goodness, Navi! Look at you!” Kanika exclaimed, her own belly bulging out (though not for the same reason of course). “I didn’t believe it when Mayuri told me.” “Oh, this is nothing, Kanika!” Navi replied as she clasped her bulge with both hands. “Just you wait. There’s more to come, and it’s all staying inside me until Thursday.” “Friday,” Mayuri corrected her. Navi made a face of mild insecurity, but then quickly smiled again. “Yes, that’s right, Friday.” I wondered if Navi was beginning to have second thoughts about her ability to accomplish this. She was nearly a week away from release and I could already tell she was starting to get a tad worried that she wouldn’t make it. “How does it feel?” Kanika asked. Navi glanced over at Mayuri, who was giving her a devilish look of sadism. She was holding in her hands a beverage very common amongst the people of Jalabhumi: waterfruit juice. The Jalabhumese waterfruit is endemic to our island. It is similar to the common coconut, but it is very sweet and its juice contains strong diuretic properties. It is often drunk by women preparing for an imminent Anakketta Chearccha. “It feels amazing, Kanika,” Navi responded, looking directly at Mayuri. “Absolutely amazing. In fact, I’ve never felt this good in my entire life.” “Well, we’ll see how long that lasts. You’ve got all week!” said Mayuri, as she lifted up her shirt to reveal her own bulge, similar in size to Navi’s. “I’m passing this on to Anakketta first thing tomorrow morning. I can’t wait, Navi. I’m so full I’m tempted to just….ooh! Let loose like a jaladhara!” Navi rolled her eyes as Mayuri crossed her legs and took a big gulp of her waterfruit juice. “But no, I’m a lady, not some low-class lawn sprinkler. So instead, I’m loading up as much as I can! Care for some juice?” To Mayuri’s shock, Navi grabbed the waterfruit juice right out of Mayuri’s hands and finished the rest of it. “Wow, Navi. Bold,” said Mayuri. “You’re going to feel that later.” “Hey, listen! The only thing I feel is the strength of Anakketta holding back the flood,” my wife declared. Mayuri and Kanika burst out laughing. I tried very, very hard to suppress my laughter. “What is so damn funny?” Navi snapped. “Why does everyone always laugh when I say that?” Navi and Mayuri have had a friendly rivalry for a long time. They’re like sisters. They love each other and will always be there for each other, but they can be very competitive. When one of them has a point to prove, it trumps all else. And that’s what it was like with this situation. Both of them were trying to prove a point and both were determined to prove the other wrong. We didn’t stay for much longer, because Navi wanted to get home very quickly. I wasn’t sure if it was because of Mayuri or not at first, but I soon realized what she wanted when she started aggressively stroking my cock on the way home. Man, oh man, this was definitely different. You see, when Navi gets close to an Anakketta Chearccha, she typically gets very frisky. Having a very full bladder turns her on immensely, as it does for me to see her in a desperate state. Navi typically pees every three days. With double Niranyu, she would add a fourth day (no, “double” isn’t an exact measure, which is part of why so many doubt its legitimacy). So, since she did her last Anakketta Chearccha on Thursday, she was due for another one on Monday - or she would have been, if she hadn’t decided to do this extra challenge. I can tell when Navi starts to get uncomfortable when she starts wiggling her butt ever so slightly, casually crossing her legs, and shifting positions. The closer she gets to her scheduled release, she also typically starts wanting a lot of sex. We usually have sex right before she’s about to release, as she loves the feeling of my dick inside her when her bladder has expanded to its fullest. But she hadn’t been this aggressively horny in a very long time. As soon as she got me inside, she grabbed my face and we made out ferociously. She undressed at the speed of light and threw me into our living room chair, climbing on top of me like a monkey in a tree, resting her legs on my shoulders to sit on my face. “Press on it!” She moaned as I ate her pussy. “Hmm?” I asked, my tongue deep inside her. “Press on it, Kanu! Press on it and make it hurt!” I pressed down HARD on her distended bladder. She let out an intense, pained scream. I eased up for a moment to make sure she was okay. “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!” She commanded. So I did as she told me. Eventually, she wanted my dick inside her, so of course, I obliged. This had to have been one of the most intense and satisfying sexual experiences of our marriage. I didn’t know what exactly had come over her. But soon, I would learn. After we’d finished, she told me what had got her going. When Mayuri taunted her downtown, it really sunk in for her: she couldn’t pee. Mayuri was going to pee tomorrow, but Navi had to hold it all in. And she had to keep holding it in through the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day. Normally, when she gets horny like that, she’s anticipating an imminent release. But this time, she would get none. Her bladder was already so, so full and it would only get fuller and fuller. And that turned her on so…damn…fucking….much. On Sunday, a huge thunderstorm poured buckets all over Jalabhumi. To answer another question, absolutely yes: rain and thunderstorms play a major role in Jalabhumese culture and religion. In Jalabhumi, we believe that when a storm happens, that’s Talikkuka up to His old naughty tricks again. Talikkuka, in our religion, is Anakketta’s husband. He is loving, devoted, and loyal to His wife, but He sure does love to cause mischief. Talikkuka is the God of storms, rain, sex, passion, and war - and He is also the God that represent’s men’s habits of urinating freely while their wives carry the burden of Niranyu. In religious imagery, He is often seen urinating into Anakketta’s mouth, while She crosses Her legs and holds back the flood. We in Jalabhumi believe that when there’s a storm, a flood, a tropical cyclone, a tsunami, or any other kind of natural phenomenon related to water, that’s Talikkuka challenging His wife, our Goddess Anakketta. And what “challenging” means in Jalabhumese tradition, is…..well, He has sex with Her. With Anakketta’s infinite bladder, we believe the only thing that can cause a disturbance in Her ability to hold back the flood is Her husband’s rough play during intercourse. And so, in Jalabhumese culture, it is said that having sex during a storm will bring about good luck, whether within the relationship itself, or if you’re trying to conceive a child, it doesn’t matter. Whatever the case may be, we believe that during a storm, when Anakketta and Talikkuka have sex, is always the ideal time to have sex with your spouse. So why question the Gods? Navi and I spent literally the entire day having sex all over the house, with some brief pauses to catch our breaths and watch TV. It’s funny how roles can change during sex. Normally, Navi would tell you that she is an independent and strong-willed woman who voluntarily practices Niranyu, honoring the Goddess because it’s her choice. She is the one who controls her own bladder and she is the one who will decide when it’s time to let go. But this time, she was definitely in the roleplaying mood. She wanted me to taunt her. She wanted me to tell her that she couldn’t pee, and that she had to hold it in, and that she had no choice. She would whine, beg for me to let her piss, and I would refuse, telling her that I am her bladder’s master. I forced her to take a shower with me, making her hold it all in while water cascaded down all over her body. I grabbed the showerhead and placed it directly under her pussy, torturing her with the water she wished she could release. I taunted her by forcing her to come out into the rain, completely naked. I reminded her that Talikkuka gets to piss, but she still has to hold it in. I forced her to watch as I pissed as much as I wanted. I reminded her that the mischievous Talikkuka told us in the Anakkettapustakam that boys can pee but girls can’t, no matter how unfair it may seem. I constantly reminded her that she still had five days left and she can’t let out a single drop until Friday. We’re definitely not sexual prudes (Jalabhumi is in fact a very sex-positive society), but Navi and I are rarely ever this kinky. It was the best sex we’ve had in our entire marriage. But all things must come to an end eventually, and in this case, the end would be imminent. I don’t want to make this post too long, so I’ll end here for now. Stay tuned for the rest of the story! I promise, you will all love what happened next!
PART 4: So sorry to keep you all hanging! I’ve been very, very busy and haven’t had much time to sit down and write. But I’m obligated to finish what I started, so let’s pick up right where I left off! As much as I would have loved to spend all of Monday staying home and fucking my bursting wife, unfortunately I had to go to work. The transition to the work week was difficult. We had spent the past three days goofing off and I didn’t want it to end. We did manage to get one morning fuck in before I left, though it was quick and not quite as hot as Saturday and Sunday’s intense sessions. I could tell things were a little different. I don’t think Navi slept very well. She seemed tired, more interested in getting it over with rather than having the intense pleasure she clearly experienced the previous day. After finishing, she seemed to have a difficult time moving, as if every motion made her very uncomfortable. Still, she gave me a big smile and a long kiss before I headed out the door. As I mentioned, when I first met my wife, I worked for a hotel. I still work for that same hotel, but I am now the lead manager. The hotel is only a few blocks down from my house, so it is a very nice commute. Navi works as an at-home customer service representative for a tech company based in Bangalore, so she never needs to leave the house for work. With me having been educated in America, and Navi having gone to school in England as a child, both of us being fluent in English is of major importance here and contributes significantly to our higher-than-average incomes. I told you our life was easy. When I arrived at work, I was greeted by my subordinate, Sonia, who had started early, as she typically does. Sonia has a bit of a crush on me, which I try my best to ignore for many reasons. 1: I am a happily married man and would never stray from my Navi (and yes, Jalabhumi is a strictly monogamous society). 2: She is only 19. 3: I am her boss, and 4: Even if none of that were the case, she isn’t my type. I don’t want to be unfair and call her a jaladhara, but she definitely doesn’t take Niranyu as seriously as a Jalabhumese woman is expected to. “Hi, Kanu!” Sonia greeted me in her typical flirtatious manner. I waved to her as we got ready for the daily grind of checking in and checking out guests, and of course, dealing with the hordes of female tourists complaining about the lack of restrooms in this country. “Oh my god, I have to pee so bad!” Said a drop-dead gorgeous blonde in a black bikini, holding herself and reciting the line I’ve heard a billion times by now. Her friend responded with: “I’m going first!” Sonia and I just rolled our eyes and smiled at each other as we watched the girls make a mad dash back to their suite, bickering about who would get to pee first. In Jalabhumi, when you work at a hotel, seeing things like this is as normal as hearing people cough or clear their throats, even this early in the morning. Sonia would always make jokes about tourists’ tiny bladders right in front of them (speaking Jalabhumese of course, so they wouldn’t understand what she’s saying). Not a single bladder bulge in sight - not even on Sonia. I decided to call her out, just to tease her. “Maybe you of all people shouldn’t be so quick to mock these girls.” I said with a wry smile, gesturing towards her flat belly. “Hey, don’t call me out like that!” Sonia whined childishly, covering up her lower abdomen. “I took a break this weekend.” I just raised my eyebrow at her. “Come on, Kanu, it was the 20th of May! I just wanted to have a little fun….without feeling so full, you know?” I raised my eyebrow again and gave her another smile. “I’m trying to fill up now! I swear!” Sonia tried to assure me, showing me the waterfruit juice she was drinking. “Give a girl a break every now and then. You know, you men are lucky the Goddess let you all off the hook. It’s not always easy to be so full all the time, you know? If I take a break for my own comfort once a year, Anakketta forgive me I guess.” “I’m just fucking with you, Sonia,” I laughed. “Anakketta does forgive you.” Sonia’s lax attitude towards Niranyu is rare in Jalabhumi, but it is growing, especially amongst the younger generation. Kids like Sonia are what Prime Minister Karuna and her supporters always point to when they claim the outside world is corrupting our youth and turning them away from Niranyu. Thing is, it’s not always true. Lots of girls I knew as a kid had an attitude similar to Sonia’s, but they eventually grew to respect their culture more the older they got. I’m sure Sonia will eventually grow up and develop a more serious attitude towards her culture. She’s a good kid. In the meantime, though, it sure is fun to tease her. “You know,” I began. “Navi is actually practicing a thing she calls quadruple Niranyu this week.” “Oh?” Sonia asked in a low tone, looking away from me. Sonia is intensely jealous of Navi. “Is that so? How’s that going?” I wasn’t about to tell my subordinate about my sex life, but I did tell her that I didn’t believe in her at first, but she was doing very well. I told her about Navi’s goals and the wager she made with Mayuri. I told her that Navi seemed very confident in her abilities to win, but Sonia didn’t seem to buy it. “I’m on Mayuri’s side to be honest,” she shrugged. “Like, there’s no way your wife can do that. Nobody can do that.” “Well sure you can’t,” I laughed. “She can’t either,” Sonia said matter-of-factly. “Come on Kanu, hasn’t she ever read the Anakkettapustakam? Anakketta says that no dam can hold back the flood by herself.” I looked at her skeptically. “Where does it say that?” “I don’t know! I don’t have a copy on me right now. I’m just saying, yeah, it’s cool that she’s doing that and all but I just don’t think it’s possible, you know?” It’s embarrassing to admit, but despite having been raised here in Jalabhumi, I don’t read the Anakkettapustakam as regularly as my wife does. It’s a lengthy book and it’s somewhat of a slog to get through if you’re trying to read it front to back. I suspected that Sonia was taking a verse out of context to justify her less-than-satisfactory adherence to Niranyu. Still, though, it made me wonder how Navi was doing. We had been together for the whole weekend and the amazing sex we were having was certainly a great motivator for her to keep holding. But left alone with only her thoughts and a painfully full bladder, I began to worry about her. Sometimes her work helps her keep her mind off how badly she needs her her next release, but with the amount of liquid she had been drinking, I became less sure. Perhaps it was just Sonia’s words making me think this way. I try not to take anything Sonia says too seriously. By the time I got home, Navi was in her office, still deeply engrossed in her work. It was past 5:00 PM, when she should have been finished. I could tell she was sweating, which, although unsurprising since it was a very hot day, was likely made worse by her double Niranyu. She didn’t hear me come in and had her headphones on, so I snuck up behind her and gave her a hug. She jumped in shock, but soon realized it was just me. “Hey,” she said as she leaned on me. “Hey,” I responded. “It’s after 5. You’re not done with work?” “I guess I got wrapped up in finishing orders.” Navi had her legs crossed very tightly under the table. “No worries, cutie,” I said, giving her a kiss. “What do you want for dinner?” “I’m not really that hungry,” Navi responded. “I guess I’m…still a little full from lunch.” Something was a little off about Navi’s mood this evening I walked over to the kitchen to put some beers I picked up in the fridge and toss the sixpack rings away, when I noticed something in the trash can: four large waterfruit juice bottles, all empty. Holy moly, that is a lot of waterfruit juice, even in Jalabhumi. They weren’t there earlier that morning, so I could only assume Navi had gulped all of them down over the course of the day. I looked over at her standing up from her desk, and man, did she look almost pregnant with piss. I won’t lie, the bulge she was sporting really, really turned me on. I could feel my dick getting hard just watching her struggle to stand up. Navi had already imbibed way more than she usually had around this time, and her Anakketta Chearccha would have already happened by now. This is the first time it was really becoming apparent to me that she had really committed to this task. Well, I was incredibly horny that night, but it seemed like the excitement had really gone down for Navi. Though my first priority was my wife’s comfort, I couldn’t help but get a massive hard-on. I’m sure you men out here can relate - when your girlfriend or wife is dying for a piss, you just can’t help but be turned on. She definitely wasn’t in the same mood she had been in the night before, but we had a very nice makeout session on the couch while watching TV. In the midst of that, I started reaching my hand down towards her pussy. I really love making my wife feel good during sex, but she was resistant to this. She kept grabbing my hand before I could reach down her underwear. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “You’re….going to make fun of me,” Navi said, blushing a bit. “I would never,” I reassured her. “Promise?” She asked. “Of course,” I insisted. “Okay. Go ahead then.” And as I reached my hand into her panties and felt her pussy, I knew exactly what she was talking about. She was using a varanta plug. A varanta plug is a type of traditional urethral plug that some women in Jalabhumi use to maintain Niranyu, although it’s typically considered to be cheating. Normally, the only use for a varanta plug is for inexperienced younger women to plug themselves up whilst doing….ahem….the other bodily function, which is not considered in the same way as urination. Still, though, most women in Jalabhumi are eventually able to train themselves to do that without breaking Niranyu and without need for anything to hold back the flood apart from a woman’s own muscles and determination. For a dedicated Niranyu practitioner like Navi to be using one of these is quite shocking. “I…um….” Navi stammered, turning bright red. “I almost leaked today.” I just looked at her with my mouth agape. I couldn’t believe it. Navi never leaks. She never even comes close to leaking, apart from those first few months when she was new to Jalabhumi and was still getting used to just how full she had to get for Niranyu. I hadn’t seen her lose control since we first started dating. “Hey, listen! Nothing came out!” She continued. “I swear to you, Kanu, and to the Goddess Anakketta, I didn’t let anything out. Not one single drop. I held back the flood. But I felt it coming. It would have come out if I hadn’t plugged myself. I know….you must be so, so disappointed in me.” “No, no, of course not!” I insisted. “Navi, I am so, so proud of you. You must feel like your bladder is about to explode. You’re doing everything in your power.” She stood up, slowly, painfully. It looked difficult, but she stood up straight. Her bulge was huge. I had never seen her bladder get this big and I was having a hard time trying to hold back my arousal. She pressed her pregnant-looking belly against my face. I kissed her distended bladder bulge and felt her soft skin, glistening with sweat. I pressed lightly on it, causing her to flinch a little and let out a subtle gasp. “It’s dying to come out, Kanu,” she said. “It wants to come out so badly but I won’t let it. By the power of Goddess Anakketta, I will not let one drop out of me.” By this point, my dick was hard as a diamond and ready to cum all over my wife’s distended belly. She noticed. She reached her hand down my pants and stroked my dick. “Do you like that, Kanu?” She purred. “Are you turned on by your wife’s pain?” I nodded. She continued stroking my dick until I was nearly at a climax. And just as soon as she started, she stopped. “Then think about it so you can get yourself off.” Navi walked away and shut herself in her office. I couldn’t tell if she was angry with me or just trying to prove her point. Either way, I let her have her space and finished what she started myself. It almost seemed like the accumulation of pent-up urine was starting to affect her mental state. She didn’t come to join me when I went to sleep that night. I was starting to become worried that I really screwed something up, or maybe she just needed some time alone. It’s hard to know what to do in a situation like this. The following day, I left for work early. Navi was still in her office. I checked on her, and she had fallen asleep with her head on her desk. I left her alone and headed out the door. At work, when Sonia saw me, she immediately came up to me. “Book of Declarations, verse 57,” Sonia said. “Huh?” I asked, caught off guard. “In the Anakkettapustakam,” Sonia continued. “Your wife needs to read that.” “What does it say?” “It’s the verse I told you about yesterday, dummy! It’s the one where Anakketta tells her devotees that only she can bear the full burden of Niranyu. I looked at it last night!” I don’t know the Anakkettapustakam front to back like Navi does, so I’m not entirely sure what it says in the verse. But I trust Sonia. All day at work, seeing desperate foreign women running into the hotel for a quick pee, seeing the Jalabhumese staff with large bladder bulges chuckling and shaking their heads at foreigners, I thought of nothing but poor Navi. ……………….. I came home to find Navi sitting on the couch, stiff, sweating, and holding herself. She was making sounds of extreme discomfort. She looked full-on pregnant. I sat down next to her and she didn’t even look at me. She was far too focused on desperately trying to keep her Niranyu. But I had something to say, so I said it: “Book of Declarations, verse 57,” I said. She remained silent, but I could tell it made her think. “What does it say?” I asked. She breathed in slightly, careful not to put any more pressure on her bladder. She has memorized this book front to back, I swear. “And Anakketta saw one of the women struggling and in pain. She bent over, and asked the woman what was wrong. And the woman said that here friend was not following Niranyu, and so she had taken on their burden. And Anakketta said to her: ‘And will you take on the burden of all others who refuse to obey my commands? No one woman can bear the burden of Niranyu by herself. I alone can.’ And the Goddess relieved the woman’s pain.” Navi thought for a while. Slowly, she turned to me. Almost instantly, she broke down. “Oh, Kanu!” She painfully cried out in desperation, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I need to pee so fucking badly! Get me to the altar, NOW.” And just like on our first date seven years ago, I swooped her up and carried her as fast as I could to the nearest altar, with her praying to Anakketta the whole way. I tried not to make the ride too bumpy, but one can only do so much to control that while sprinting as fast as you can, carrying a person in your arms. As we finally approached the closest altar, the local girls waiting patiently in a queue to perform Anakketta Chearccha saw us coming. The whole neighborhood and our social circle had been gossiping about Navi for days, so everyone knew she would eventually need an urgent draining. “It’s Navi! Get out of the way!” One of the girls shouted as she pulled the girl who was about to perform the ritual aside. “B-but I was just about to…” the poor bursting girl stuttered, having had imminent relief snatched from her at the last second. “She needs this more than you do! Quit complaining!” Her likely equally bursting, but more religiously observant friend chastised. I brought Navi up to the altar, and she winced as I laid her down on her feet. She was stiff, bent over, and trembling. Still she dropped to her knees and reverently said the prayer through a shaky voice. And though she was dying to let nearly a week of pent-up urine free, she leaked not one drop until she finished thanking Anakketta for even allowing this much-needed release, for taking the burden of this immense pressure onto Herself, and for granting her strength to have held back the flood for this long. As soon as Navi was done, she gestured to me. I quickly grabbed the largest of the containers at the altar, pulled up her dress, and placed the container between her naked thighs. And then…. … …… … Nothing. A minute went by, Navi breathing heavily, sweating, and trembling on her knees, the lips of her pussy kissing the rim of the container, nothing coming out. The local girls, though trying to be supportive of Navi, were clearly getting very anxious. The girl whose spot Navi stole couldn’t watch. She was looking away, legs crossed and fingers in her ears, preparing for the sound of Navi’s stream to remind her of the relief that had been stolen from her at the last second. Navi looked at me in desperation. “I can’t. It’s not coming,” she whimpered. “Yes you can,” I said, gently grabbing her hand. “Just relax and it will come.” “What if Anakketta wants me to keep it in?” she asked through tears and desperation. “Navi, you’ve done the prayer. Anakketta knows you’re ready to let go,” this didn’t seem to help, so I thought a moment, and then had an idea. “Pray to Talikkuka. Ask Him to challenge his wife.” Navi kept looking at me with tired eyes. She was an absolute mess; exhausted and in so much pain. I wasn’t entirely sure she was too keen on my idea. But, after a few moments, she looked away and closed her eyes. While still holding my hand, she prayed and prayed and prayed for at least five minutes. She begged Talikkuka to relieve her pain, to open her sealed urethra and let her flood this container. She begged Him to challenge Anakketta, to make it harder for Her to hold back the flood, to allow Navi to release. She started out praying in a pained tone, but after a few minutes, she started to relax more. She quietly focused on her prayer, drowning out any of the surrounding noises. I could feel her trembles slowing and her shaky voice gradually becoming steadier and calmer. And then…. … … … Drip. … … … Drip. … … Drip. … Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. It came out slow, but Navi’s small drips gradually turned into a weak trickle as she continued praying. For about 30 seconds, it oscillated between that weak trickle, dripping, and nothing again. And she continued praying. And as she continued praying, the trickle started to get a little stronger. Just a little. Just a teeny, tiny bit. And suddenly, out of nowhere… HISSSSSSSSSSSSSS The floodgates opened. My wife, the fire hose, gushing piss so fast and so hard it could have probably literally put out a fire. And as Navi’s dam burst open, letting an ocean of piss out, finally after all this time, she let out a long, loud, ear-splitting cry of relief. It started out extremely high-pitched, but as she continued gushing, her outcry descended several octaves until it turned into a low, guttural vocal fry. I have never heard Navi produce a sound like that in our entire marriage. Navi’s flood just KEPT. ON. COMING. It took her a while to get started, but once she started, she absolutely could not stop, and would not stop. As devout as Navi is, I don’t think she would have stopped even if Anakketta Herself descended from the heavens and commanded her to dam up. This must have felt amazing after days and days of holding back the flood. The priestess even needed to swap out for a second container, as Navi’s full-force pissing had completely filled the first one. It had to be carefully placed like Indiana Jones switching out the Golden Idol, as Navi was still pissing full-force, and absolutely nothing could stop the torrent. Her stream was just as slow to stop as it was to start. It gradually got weaker and weaker over the course of about ten minutes. Finally, fully empty, my wife looked at me, a wide grin across her face. Her hair was disheveled, her face glistening with sweat. She looked like a mess, but in a good way. Relief was all over her face. “It’s done,” she sighed. “It’s fucking done.” The elderly priestess gathered up the containers filled to the brim with Navi’s piss, and turned to the girls waiting for their turn. “You all leave,” the priestess said to them. “This altar is closed for the day.” “B-but…” said the poor desperate girl whose spot Navi stole. “Child!” The priestess scolded. “There are fourteen altars in this neighborhood alone! Why you all stood around waiting for this poor woman to finish is beyond me. Find another one and leave!” The girls turned around and hobbled away to get to another altar. “Impatient brats,” the priestess muttered. “Patience is the spirit of Niranyu. Too many young people these days forget this fact. Now, you two, come inside at once.” Navi was hesitant to move, having just let out an ocean of piss, but I helped her up. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days, and I knew she had at least stayed up at night whimpering. I helped her stand up and we headed inside the shrine. The priestess gave Navi a special drink as she laid herself down on the bed. “Drink this, child,” she said. “This will help you heal.” Navi took little sips, but seemed hesitant to start drinking again after releasing so much liquid. “Anakketta has blessed you with an iron bladder and an iron will. But you must take caution to take care of your body and mind. Never take on more than you can handle, do you understand?” “I do,” Navi said. She turned to me. “Hey, listen. I’m sorry I was so cold last night. I love you so much, Kanu.” “I love you too, my Navi,” I replied as I held her hand. Needless to say, Navi ponied up the money to Mayuri. Despite how hard she tried, Navi didn’t make it all the way to Friday. It didn’t matter to me though. As far as I’m concerned, she pushed herself as hard as she possibly could. She did a noble thing by trying to make up for her friends and she did her best. Navi is without a doubt the love of my life, and I’m so glad she’s mine! As always, thank you for reading this installment of tales from my country! Feel free to keep asking questions. Here in Jalabhumi, there’s always a story to tell. Kanu
I can still remember vividly the night of my high school graduation, despite how drunk and stoned I was. Memories like that, you simply don't forget. There were about seven of us gathered around a fire on the beach, four girls and three boys drinking and smoking, reminiscing about high school and childhood.  Jalabhumi is a small country where just about everyone knows everyone. And when I say small, I mean it. Our population is just slightly under 50,000, comparable to places like St. Kitts and Nevis or the Faroe Islands. Many of you probably live in cities more populous than our entire country. In larger countries like America, for example, the end of high school is special. Graduates will go off to college in new cities, make new friends, and move on with their lives. For many, the summer after graduation is one of the last times to ever spend time with the friends you've known all your life. In Jalabhumi, it's nothing like that. Since we're such a small country, most of us keep hanging out with the same crowd our whole lives.  But this summer would be different, because two of us in our tight-knit social circle were in fact leaving the country, and I was one of them. In just two months' time, I would be moving to the United States to pursue a degree in English-language literature from Boston University. Excited as I was to immerse myself in the brilliant works of Steinbeck, Vonnegut, Hemingway, Updike, Salinger, and many more of my favorite authors, I had no idea when I would be returning home and wanted to spend as much time with my friends as I possibly could. At the time, I had a girlfriend named Suraya. I had known her all my life and dated her on and off throughout high school, but this time around, our relationship was really on its last legs. To say the very least, she was not happy at all with my decision to study on the other side of the planet, and we would ultimately break up for the final time less than a week later. We knew our relationship was doomed, but that didn't stop us from trying to enjoy each other's company for one last, bittersweet night.  But this story isn't about me and Suraya. It's about the other person that summer who had made the decision to leave Jalabhumi: my friend Kishoriya. If you’ve read her brother’s story, you know where she ended up: as a resort manager in the Maldives. But back then, it wasn’t entirely clear where she’d end up. Kisho, as we called her, had always dreamed of traveling around the globe, and had booked a one-way ticket to Japan that summer. She wasn’t just going to come back home after she was done in Japan: she wanted to see China, Russia, Europe, Africa, the Amazon, the Pyramids, the Mayan temples, Machu Picchu, Easter Island, anywhere at all. She had no idea where the wind would take her, or when, if ever, she’d be back home. All she knew was that adventure had called her, and she would answer that call. At that point in her life, she had already been to five different countries outside Jalabhumi, all our closest neighbors: India, the Maldives, Sri Lanka, Mauritius, and Indonesia. Very few Jalabhumese people ever leave the country, but Kisho was determined to see the world. Funnily enough, out of the five countries she traveled to in our high school years, I distinctly remember the Maldives being her least favorite.  “Dude, it’s so boring over there!” she said to us after she came back from her first trip. “It’s flat as a pancake, there are no mountains to hike, they don’t have anything nice to drink, the girls all dress like they live in fuckin’ Saudi Arabia, and the music sucks! The only thing that’s good about that dumb place is that it’s probably gonna sink into the sea in the next like 50 years. Can’t hold back that flood.” Classic Kisho. This was the typical kind of frank, off-color quip she would make. But that’s just what makes Kisho Kisho. She’s an eccentric type. An artist. The kind of person you can’t neatly pack up and fit in a box. She’s a wonderful singer and plays several instruments. She’s the kind of person who would just do something totally random and spontaneous just for the hell of it. One time, she showed up to school wearing tiger pajamas, meowing and acting like a cat all day. I have no idea why, and she didn’t seem to know why either. She just felt like it. When I invited her to Navi and I’s wedding a few years ago, she showed up to the ceremony on stilts and wearing an obscenely long sari, making it look like her legs were 10 feet tall. No, she didn’t warn us in advance that she’d be doing this. You never know what to expect with Kisho. And what makes her all the more strange is that she comes from a very traditional Jalabhumese family. As her brother describes in his account, she was the second-oldest of eight. I don’t remember much about her brother - after all, he was a little, little kid back in our high school years. But I do remember meeting her sisters once or twice, and they are absolutely nothing alike. Her sisters are typical Jalabhumese girls. The younger ones were always very nice to me, but their mom wasn’t, and neither was the oldest sister. I was always under the impression that neither of them respected men very much. Regardless, the entire family was very traditional - the archetype of a Jalabhumese family. The stereotype of Karuna supporters. I suppose if Norman Rockwell paintings had a Jalabhumese equivalent, these people would be the spitting image. With the exception, of course, of Kisho. I have a feeling her parents always knew she was a weirdo and was just going to do her own thing no matter the social standards. But they did support her. I always saw her parents attending her music performances and art shows. When it comes down to it, even the most conservative, traditional Jalabhumese parents will accept their daughters for who they are, even if who they are is an eccentric weird person. As long as they keep up with one thing… Their Niranyu. And boy oh boy, did she keep up with that.  Let me be clear: for all of Kisho’s differences from mainstream Jalabhumese culture, a jaladhara she is not. Quite the opposite, in fact - her bladder capacity is astonishing. But unlike a lot of Jalabhumese women who will judge and mock other women who don’t maintain Niranyu, Kisho never did. In fact, she always said that the women who judge jaladharas the most harshly are probably closeted jaladharas themselves. I have seen her hang out with women who are constantly peeing (by Jalabhumese standards) and not giving the proper respect to Anakketta. Sometimes, their presence makes the rest of us uncomfortable. But Kisho still keeps them around. In her words: “Like, I get it. Pissing feels fucking amazing. But, you know what? Pissing after a long couple days of Niranyu feels so much better! Maybe if I keep them close, they’ll get it someday, y’know?” And maybe she’s right. Jalabhumese society has a lot to learn. We can be so judgmental in this country that we reject people who have the most minor differences. Kisho is enormously different in many ways other than Niranyu - so maybe she feels solidarity with jaladharas the same way Jesus felt with all the prostitutes and lepers he hung out with.  While I don’t know much about Jesus, what I can tell you about is Kisho’s impressive bladder and her bizarre urination habits. A typical Jalabhumese woman has a highly regular, self-regulated schedule. They will let their bladders fill steadily throughout the days. Anakketta Chearccha involves emptying the bladder in its entirety, and then, the cycle continues. I have no idea how to explain what Kisho does, but one thing is for certain: just like the rest of her personality, it’s entirely unorthodox. And it also really depends on what mood she’s in…or “Mode” as she calls it. Sometimes, she’s in what she calls “Steady” Mode - which means her bladder will always be full, but of course, needs to take off a bit of the pressure so she can keep it that way. So she does what she calls “half Chearcchas” or even “quarter Chearcchas”. She goes to the altar and pees a little bit but doesn’t completely empty her bladder. She lets out just enough for her to make it for a while longer. I’ve seen her do this for several weeks at a time, maintaining a consistently full bladder and only letting out what she needs to let out to keep it up. With this method, she pees frequently, but her bladder is always full.  Other times, she’s in “Hills and Valleys” Mode, which means she’ll get her bladder as full as she possibly can in the shortest amount of time possible and then release it all at once in a single Anakketta Chearccha. When Kisho does this, she can get her bladder to insane levels of fullness - even fuller than Navi can get. But, of course, she can’t hold it in for very long when she’s that full. Sometimes, when she puts herself in this situation, she can end up in serious emergencies. I’ve seen a lot of close calls with her, but in the end, she always makes it to an altar. And also sometimes she just does normal Niranyu. She's truly unpredictable. But that’s just what makes Kisho Kisho. You never know what to expect. I have no idea how much of this her brother knows about her. After all, she is the black sheep of the family, and from what I gathered, she was never as close with her family as the rest of them were with each other. There's a reason she's the only one of the sisters who left the country.  The night after graduation was a big celebration for my group of friends. Back then, the beach we went to was on the far side of the island where few people live, and was rarely visited. These days, you'll see tourists and locals everywhere on that beach. My, how quickly things have changed here on this island. It was a quiet and dark night, perfect for a fire and booze. There's no legal drinking age in Jalabhumi, but we're allowed to purchase alcohol when we turn 16. So for Jalabhumese teenagers, most of whom have very little money, the drink most of us get started with can be roughly described in English as “waterfruit wine” - fermented waterfruit juice, similar to Korean soju. Its diuretic properties are stronger than the non-alcoholic variety, it gets you nice and drunk, and it's far cheaper than most booze. So as you can imagine, there was lots of getting up and peeing amongst the boys, lots of tightly crossed legs and squirming amongst the girls. A typical Jalabhumese social gathering.  Kisho arrived well before anyone else did - another interesting characteristic of hers. She's always early for everything. When I arrived around sunset with Suraya, another boy, two other girls, and Kisho’s boyfriend Rivu, Kisho had already set up the fire pit, and she was sitting there playing music by herself. Funnily enough, the girls had all gone for Anakketta Chearccha that afternoon. Kisho was supposed to join them, but she never showed up. As soon as we saw her playing music on the beach, we all understood why.  Kisho plays a number of instruments, but her signature instrument is the jalaveena. The jalaveena's structure is similar to that of the South Indian Saraswati Veena, but it's quite a bit smaller, the bulbous body of the instrument filled with water, giving the instrument a bending, fluid sound. The jalaveena is typically only played by women. Jalabhumese ladies who play the jalaveena have a distinctive way of moving while playing the instrument. The reason it's smaller than the Indian Veena is because part of playing it is to sway it around so the movement of the water inside affects the sound. While playing the instrument, women move in a hypnotic, swaying kind of motion, kind of like a seated version of belly dancing. The movements not only affect the sound, but are also inherently tied to the fullness of a woman's bladder as she plays the instrument. It is considered improper technique for a woman to play the jalaveena unless she is actively engaging in Niranyu. Professional jalaveena performers, as such, do not engage in Anakketta Chearccha prior to a performance. It may sound silly, but that's also why Jalabhumese people consider playing the jalaveena to be a feminine activity. Men who express interest in it or try to play it are often snickered at for being girly (or worse in some cases: accused of misogyny for encroaching on women's spaces), kind of like boys who wear dresses, but even worse if you can believe it. It's far more accepted for men to play instruments that the Jalabhumese consider more masculine: hollow, empty, light, and phallic-looking, like an acoustic guitar. Kisho is an elite jalaveena player, and that’s not an exaggeration. In fact, the reason she was already so well-traveled at this young age was because she was among a small group of young women hand-selected by the Queen herself to perform for foreign audiences. Kisho was by far the youngest of the group, most of the rest being in their early to mid-twenties. In this small country, that’s a major honor. But one of the things that’s so great about her is her humility. She doesn’t care much for prestige or honor or all the fancy awards she's gotten over the years; she just loves making music. I knew she’d planned on making music on this particular evening, as she’d asked me to bring my guitar. Suraya and the rest of the girls figured she’d gone with her sisters for Chearccha, but the second she asked me to bring my guitar, I knew she was skipping it tonight. That meant two things - 1: a spectacular night of making music, and 2: a very full Kisho. And she’s very fun to watch when she’s that full.  “Kishoriya!” Suraya called out. “You didn’t tell us you were skipping Chearccha!” “Oh. Yeah,” said Kisho, as if she had just been reminded of something that didn't really matter to her. “I skipped it! Now you know!”  As she plucked her jalaveena and swayed her body, we all sat down and opened up our drinks. I was holding my guitar, but I didn’t even bother playing just yet. Kisho’s jalaveena skills are so mesmerizing that it’s hard to do anything but sit back and watch her go. Traditional Jalabhumese music is Carnatic at heart, but we have no problem incorporating elements of foreign music into our traditions. In particular, at that time, I was very into American grunge rock bands like Pearl Jam and Soundgarden. Kisho was too, and so we often played together. Suraya and I were enjoying an affectionate moment as we watched Kisho play, quite rare at that point in our dying relationship. She already needed to pee, even after doing a Chearccha just a few hours earlier. She scissored her legs a bit and shifted slightly as she laid her head on my shoulder. But pretty soon, Kisho finished the beautiful Carnatic piece she had been plucking away at. Almost instantly, she tightly grabbed her crotch and crossed her legs. She remained in this position for about 30 seconds, all the while whispering "Nope, nope, nope, come on, nope," over and over again under her breath. I've seen her do this before, usually when she's in Hills and Valleys mode. This is her style of holding on when she feels the urge to give up and release. Needless to say, she really had to go.  Publicly displaying desperation like this would have been exceptionally embarrassing during a professional jalaveena performance. It would probably even end a jalaveenist's career. But around her friends, we were just concerned.  "Kisho, are you okay?" I asked. She looked up at me with a strained look on her face.  "Oh…I’m…." she said, a smirk slowly growing across her face. "I’m….still alive." I smiled, because I knew exactly where she was going next. She pulled her hands out from between her legs, brought them back to position on her jalaveena, and immediately began playing the opening riff to "Alive" by Pearl Jam. Of course, Pearl Jam being my favorite band at the time, this meant that I had to sing lead. I am by no means a spectacular singer like Kisho, but she still made me sing lead on this song every time we played it together. That’s okay, because the best part of that song is the lengthy guitar solo at the end. But when Kisho plays that piece on her jalaveena, it’s nothing short of magical. The intricate Carnatic tones combined with the iconic guitar solo, the fluid sound of the jalaveena’s water-filled body combined with the swaying motions of Kisho’s own water-filled body is impossible to look away from.  Perhaps that’s why, around the time I sang Eddie Vedder’s aggressive “yeah, uh huh”s near the end of the song, a fist suddenly collided with my face, knocking me off my seat and onto the sand. Standing above me, fuming with anger, was none other than Kisho's boyfriend, Rivu. Stay tuned for my next post, everyone, and I'll pick up right where I left off! Thanks for all your support. See you next time. Kanu
Hello lovelies, I just thought I'd take a break from writing my Pisuaria story (as if I wasn't already) and write some one-off stories. Since Dragon Maid Season 2 came out year, debuting with an episode involving Kobayashi growing a penis, I figured I'd finally make an omorashi story about it. Hope you enjoy! "Damn that Ilulu," Kobayashi thought to herself as she walked home from the wrong subway station, again. This was the third time Ilulu used that spell on her, giving her the dreaded 'one of those' that Tohru was all too keen to have a taste of. She had been plagued by random boners all day at work, and it was a miracle that she was able to hide them from her co-workers. Later that night, Kobayashi hit her usual bar with Takiya, who was none the wiser about her not-so-little perdicament. However, all of those drinks would add up eventually, and take it's toll on her- Not just her wallet and her sobriety, but her bladder too. She was too drunk to even remember what subway stop she was at, and she missed her home station, meaning she was now stranded at least 45 minutes away from her apartment.  And now, here she is, in desperate need of a bathroom, or anything that can reasonably be considered one at least. Normally, Kobayashi was no stranger to ducking down into an alleyway after a night of drinking, but she was usually able to squat behind a dumpster or something so no one could see her. It would be possible for her to do so regardless of her genitalia, but squatting with such a long and girthy lady penis would be awkward to say the least. "She just had to give me a big dick, didn't she. Why can't my chest be bigger instead of this?!" Kobayashi muttered to herself. She so badly wanted to just whip it out and hose down an alleyway, but then she'd draw the attention of passersby, and she'd DEFINITELY have to explain to them how she learned to pee standing, and that just wasn't a conversation she was ready to have tonight.  She soldiered on, her bladder cursing her every second that she was not sitting on a toilet. Kobayashi looked at her wrist watch and saw the time. It was nearly 11:30.  By now most businesses were closed. There was no way anyone would let her in to use their bathroom. "Just great. Leave it to me to get stranded in the middle of nowhere in a drunken stupor." So many thoughts were racing through her mind, most of them urine-related. She looked at the cloudy sky and thought,"Tohru and Kanna must be worried sick about me." She continued walking, thinking to herself "At least it can't get any worse." Suddenly, it started to rain. Drat, she thought, she knew it was supposed to rain tonight, but of course she stupidly forgot to bring an umbrella. The redheaded office lady started running, searching for a place to hide from the weather. She kept running until she found a secluded railroad underpass to hide from the rain. "Damn it, this is just the worst. This rain is really making me need to pee, too..." She sighed, hoping that the rain would end soon, so that she could go home and pee...  Wait...  "That's it," she realized, she had a penis, she could just unzip her pants and pee in this underpass. No one was around to see, anyway. She had managed to find the perfect makeshift bathroom once again. Kobayashi turned to face the wall and unzipped her trousers before fishing her dick out of her yellow panties. She waited a few seconds, and tried to relax... *ZOOOM* The noise startled her, and she covered her crotch with her hands. She took a moment to collect herself, realizing that it was just a freight train speeding over the bridge above her. She checked herself for any wet spots, finding a small one on her leg. "Shit... Good thing tomorrow's saturday. Okay, I can do this." She got back into position, aiming her penis at the wall in front of her. She relaxed, and closed her eyes. Suddenly she heard a splattering noise. She was peeing! She looked down, the experience was surreal. She never did get used to the feeling of peeing out of a penis, despite this being the third time this penis thing has happened. What's more is that this felt AMAZING. She let out a sigh of relief, not caring how loud she was. No one was around, who cares? All Kobayashi cared about was this feeling of pleasure. She peed for a minute and a half before she finally finished. She once again looked down, seeing the puddle she had made. "Maybe having a penis isn't all that bad," she said, smiling as she tucked herself back into her panties and zipped her pants up. The rain finally stopped, and she continued on home. Kobayashi entered the door to her apartment and was greeted by Tohru tackling her into an embrace. Kanna was fast asleep by now.  "Welcome home, Miss Kobayashi!" Tohru said before she sprung into interrogation mode. "It's almost midnight, where were you?! I was so worried! Are you hurt? Were you cheating on me with that pig Elma?!!!" Kobayashi laughed, and reassured her, "No, Tohru, I just got lost. I really did need to pee though--" She immediately regretted uttering that last sentence, realizing that Tohru would want to know every little detail. Tohru asked "Did you wet yourself? Allow me to lick your clothes clean--" Kobayashi shook her head, stopping the lovestruck maid from licking her "No, Tohru, I didn't wet myself, well, okay, I kind of did, but only a little bit because I got startled by a train!" Tohru looked perplexed, "A train? Where were you?" Kobayashi sighed, "It was raining, so I hid under an underpass, I tried peeing there but got startled by a freight train going above me. But..."  Tohru, in her perverted delight, asked "And then?" Kobayshi could barely hide a smile, "I peed on the wall. I peed standing up, with this thing Ilulu gave me. I realized that... maybe I like having this thing sometimes." Tohru squealed with happiness "That's great, because I want you to put your thing inside me!"  "ABSOLUTELY NOT!!" Kobayashi gasped. "At least not right now..."  "Cmonnnn, please?!" "You're hopeless, Tohru. I'm going to bed."  Edited May 19, 2022 by Ms. Tito (see edit history)
Note: I hope that nobody who reads this will feel offended by the non-omo related bits of this story. Or by anything else I post here, come to that. Feel  free to let me know if you’re not ok with anything I write. But please read on if you wish. The story so far: After I’d given Jane a massage, she let me watch her having sex with her partner Rod. But before long she realised that  she urgently need to pee. She was about to go to the bathroom when I told her I had a suggestion that might increase her pleasure. Jane  glanced at Rod who seemed to find the idea intriguing. “Go on” he urged her. “you said you were up for new experiences”. And I noticed his still erect penis twitch - as mine did too,  its now very firm outline clearly visible through my briefs.  Jane looked openly from one  to the other, a dreamy expression spreading over her face. I wondered what she was thinking as she lay back without saying a word, though not before she thrust her left hand firmly  between her legs, pressing it hard against the spot where her partner’s penis  had so recently been.  And once again, Rod and I changed places and I found myself gazing down at the sight of a beautiful naked young woman who was becoming more and more desperate to pee, struggling to hold on while she looked as if she was feeling extremely  aroused at the fact that the two men watching her both knew how urgently she needed to do it. And they were both obviously  very turned on too - though at least one of them (me) also wan’t sure how long he’d be able to wait before he too had to seek relief. But much to my surprise, Jane had another idea. A slow smile spread across her face as she said “Why don’t you two have some fun together for a bit while I have a rest? It’ll take my mind off the  thing I’m going to have to do soon. Anyway, I think I can wait a bit longer now I don’t have anything pressing on me there.  Go on, don’t mind me. It’s my turn to watch.” This was more than I’d bargained for - but nonetheless, the thought of a woman watching me while her partner touched the part of my anatomy that was longing to be released from its restraining fabric was definitely extremely arousing. And Rod was obviously fine with it (maybe it had been part of their plan all along!) as he also smiled as Jane reached over and slid my briefs down my legs, allowing my engorged and throbbing penis to spring to full attention. I won’t give an extended account of what happened over the next few minutes. Maybe some things are best left to the imagination. Suffice to say that it was very pleasurable - well, it certainly was for me and I could tell it was for Rod and apparently for Jane too, as her fingers played with her clit and probed her secret inner parts, openly masturbating  while she watched two men stroking each other’s cocks. I must admit the whole set-up was extremely arousing and it definitely felt fantastic as the erotic tension between the three of us built and built, though, however hard I struggled to make the pleasure last, it didn't take long before II knew that I wouldn't  be able to hold back much longer in more than one respect. But just as I was on the point of giving in,  Jane stopped what she was doing and once more  pressed her hand  tightly into her crotch, clamping  her thighs very firmly round her arm as she did so. “Oh god” she said “That was so hot, seeing you doing that. I was so close to cumming, but I really am going to have to go to the bathroom now. You guys carry on. I’ll be back in minute.” Rod looked at her and said “Don’t you want to try the thing he suggested first? It’s now or never!” She hesitated for a few seconds, seeming to weigh up her options before saying “Well, it better be now then or it’ll be too late. Come on then, what is it? It had better be worth it.” “Oh, I think it will be” I replied - and before she could change her mind I was on the bed beside her, having first put my briefs back on as I needed something  pressing against me there in the vain hope that it would lessen my own ever growing need to pee. I suggested that she slipped her panties on again too, saying it would be better if she was  wearing them for what I was proposing to do next. “Oh, really?” she asked “I’m not sure. I’m actually dying for a wee and I might wet them if I put them on now. I really had better go to the loo first.” Of course I didn’t let her and Rod know  that seeing her wet her panties was exactly what I was hoping for. Instead, I said “You’ll be fine, trust me. I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy this. Anyway, you can wash them easily enough if they get a bit damp, can’t you?” Jane look a bit uncertain but Rod encouraged her by saying “Go on! What’s the worst that can happen? A bit of pee in your panties won’t do any harm.” And I began to wonder if he enjoyed the prospect as much as I did. I didn’t want to give Jane time to have second thoughts so I placed a reassuring hand on her arm at the point where it disappeared between her legs. “It’s ok” I said “just let me help you and you’ll be fine”. And as I did so I slid my hand between her thighs and pressed it against hers. She hurriedly squeezed her legs even more tightly together. “Now” I went on “let me take over. Slide your hand out and let me put mine there instead. It’ll make you feel better, I promise.” She glanced doubtfully at Rod who  smiled and nodded “Just try it and let’s see.” he said. At his words, I felt her hand move away from its protective position, allowing mine to take its place against the thin strip of cloth that separated it from her vagina. It felt so warm as she squeezed her legs round my arm, obviously getting very close to the limits of her endurance. “I can’t wait much longer” she whispered. “I’m going to wet myself in a minute if you don’t let me go to the bathroom.” I pressed my hand even more firmly into her crotch, rubbing the fabric of her panties against her tender spots as I did so .  Almost despite herself, she let out a moan of pleasure. “Oh that feels so good!” she murmured “I don’t know what you’re doing but please don’t stop.” So I rubbed and probed a pressed a bit more. “Oh yes go on, that’s it” she said, half laughing and half crying “yes.. oh yes… oh don’t stop… yes…  yes… yes…..  oh nooooo”. And at that, I felt a warm wetness dribble into  her panties and onto my probing fingers “Oh no!” she cried again. “I’m so sorry,  I can’t hold it in any longer." And with that, the trickle of wetness turned into a steady stream which flowed through her panties and onto my hand before being absorbed in the thick towels beneath her. Once the stream finally came to a halt, Jane looked at me sheepishly. “I can’t believe I did that” she said. “I haven’t really wet myself since I was in primary school. Well, I’ve had some near misses and the odd leak when I’ve had a few drinks, but nothing like that! But in a strange kind of way,  it actually felt really hot to do it. Maybe because it was the feeling of completely losing control like that, almost like having an orgasm, or cos I felt  so naughty not being able to stop it coming through my panties and soaking your hand.  I don’t know. Is that weird or what?” By this time, any initial feelings of shyness any of us may have had had completely  dissolved and I really appreciated how open both she and Rod were being with me and how freely they shared the things that gave them pleasure. I wanted to reassure her that lots of people get turned on by this kind of thing, but something more urgent was calling for my attention. In all the excitement, I hadn’t noticed that a few spurts of pee had escaped into my briefs, making them semi transparent so that the outline of my penis showed clearly through them. Jane must have spotted this as she said “Oh dear, I’ve made you lose it a bit too. I’m so sorry.” “It’s not too bad” I replied “just a few drips. But I’d better go to the bathroom now after all that or I’ll make things even wetter than they are already. I don’t think the towels can take any more!” “Ok then, I’ll show you the way” Jane said, lifting herself off the bed to reveal her nearly transparent panties clinging to her shapely bottom.  “I need to give myself a  good wash after that!”  I hurriedly rolled the towels into the protective plastic sheet (luckily, nothing had leaked through to the bedclothes) and stuffed the whole  bundle into the big plastic bag I’d brought them in. “Back in a jiffy” Jane called to Rod as I followed her into the corridor. To be concluded. Edited May 18, 2022 by Masseur5 (see edit history)
Hey everyone! It's been a while but I'm glad to be back with a new story! As always let me know what you think, and follow me on twitter where I post captions, its @omofan5 or Omorashi Captions. Enjoy! Jordan shifted in her chair, she couldn’t believe she was actually doing this, but she knew it was necessary.  “Oh my God Jordan! There’s no way!” Her friend and roommate Grace laughed. The two girls were in their bathroom, Grace was standing, facing the toilet where Jordan was sitting. But Jordan wasn’t using the toilet, she had no need to, at least, not anymore.  “I…” Jordan began before trailing off, then she started to laugh as well. Despite not using the toilet, her shorts were around her ankles, but her panties were still on. Her panties, gray, and soaking wet.  “I guess I had an accident!” Jordan laughed. The two friends had been sitting on the couch, showing each other Tik-Toks when they saw one that was so ridiculous, they both couldn’t stop laughing. Eventually, they were laughing at how hard they were laughing, then, Jordan quickly stopped laughing, and ran to the bathroom with a hand pressed between her legs and a trail of piss following her.  That was the first accident, at the time Jordan didn’t really think much of it. She just showered, changed into some new clothes, and moved on. It wasn’t a big deal to piss yourself from laughing too hard, it happened all the time! Besides, she hadn’t even gone that much, the stain on her panties was about the size of a baseball and the stain on her shorts much smaller.  But then there was the second time… Jordan and Grace had just finished eating dinner, the two girls had a pasta dish that Grace had made, along with a little bit of wine. Since Grace had made the meal, Jordan was the one doing the dishes. Jordan had felt the urge to pee throughout ever since she finished her first glass of wine, but that didn’t stop her from having two more. The urge wasn’t that strong though, and Jordan figured she could finish the dishes before using the bathroom.  That’s what she figured at least… the sound of running water and the warm wet feeling on her hands must’ve weakened the hold she had on her bladder. Because before she even knew what was happening, Jordan could feel a warm trickle running down the leg of her jeans. More trickles like that began, and Jordan realized what was going on. Quickly she shut off the water, stuck a hand between her legs, and pressed them firmly together, but it was too late.  Grace watched her roommate attempt to hobble her way to the bathroom, but when she saw the size of the wet stain blossoming on the back of Jordan’s light gray sweatpants, and the trail of piss she left behind her, she knew that by the time she got to the toilet there would be almost nothing left. Grace walked into the bathroom to once again see her friend sitting on the toilet with wet baby blue panties, these ones more soaked than the last.  “I don’t know what happened… I was just washing the dishes…” Jordan began.  “Don’t worry it’s fine, clean yourself up I’ll deal with the rest.” Grace said.  Jordan was lucky Grace was so understanding, most people would’ve been upset to have to clean up their roommates piss. But Grace actually didn’t seem to mind and was more concerned about how Jordan was doing, but the girl with the wet panties tried to assure her that it was just another accident and that she was fine.  But when Jordan shifted in her seat again, she heard a slight crinkle. She burned red and looked around to see if anyone could tell. Luckily, everyone was too distracted with the exam. This caused Jordan to remember the last exam she took in a different class a few days ago.  Jordan understood why you can’t just let people get up to go use the bathroom during an exam, but that rule was really, REALLY, causing her problems right now. While she was cramming before class, she went through her entire liter water bottle, twice. She tried to finish the exam as fast as she could (while still getting the answers right) while trying to not be so obvious about her dying need to pee. Finally, once she finished she practically ran out of the classroom, to the toilet in the building, only to see it was closed! Apparently all the toilets in the building were closed for some sort of maintenance. This meant Jordan had to walk back to her dorm, hand between her jean clad legs the entire walk. Until she made it to her building, up the stairs, and then when she finally got to her door… Jordan’s face burned red again, this time at the memory.  She couldn’t get her key out of her bag, she was fumbling for it as her bladder screamed. She was so close, so close to relief, to the toilet, that she just couldn’t take it anymore. She felt the cold metal of the key touch her hand, then, she felt a warmth blossom in the crotch and seat of her jeans. She grabbed the key, and the warmth kept spreading. As she put the key in the knob she felt it pool in her shoes, soaking her socks, and she heard the sound of drops of liquid hitting the ground. She turned the key, opened the door, and hobbled inside. Looking down, Jordan could see her accident clear as day. And so could Grace.  Jordan recalled how she explained her predicament to her roommate, the broken toilet, the fumbling for the key. But Grace seemed to be worried.  “This is your third accident in a week, are you sure you’re fine?” Grace asked.  “Oh yeah of course.” Jordan replied. “I mean accidents happen, I don't feel too upset about it.” “No I mean, like… your bladder,” Grace said. “Are you sure it’s okay? Like you don’t have any problems ‘holding it’ right?”  Of course Jordan told her she didn’t, but when she shifted in her seat again, Jordan felt the proof that Grace didn’t believe her. Jordan thought she had bought them as a joke, but she soon realized that Grace was serious about the package she had bought from the drug store.  “You actually think I need those? C’mon you’re joking.” Jordan told her friend.  “I’m serious.” Grace said. “C’mon it’s better than pissing yourself right?”  Jordan was able to dodge the subject for a few more days, until one night when Grace’s words rang through Jordan’s head.  Grace had had a long day and decided that she needed a long, relaxing, bath to unwind. Jordan respected that, but just wished she would cut the bath a little short because Jordan really needed to piss! Curled up on the couch, Jordan tried her best to get her mind off of her bladder, she watched Netflix, then switched to YouTube. She tried doing some homework, but constantly having to shift and readjust kept distracting her. As the minutes ticked on she realized she was getting more and more desperate, as desperate as she was when she had her recent accidents.  “What am I worried about?” Jordan thought. But as she felt her bladder press against the waistband of her sweatpants, Jordan did worry. She worried about whether or not she did have a bladder problem. About whether or not she could keep her panties dry.  She pressed her legs together and looked over at the package on the table. Did she really need those? Jordan remembered the warm wet feeling that spread in her panties when she wet herself, what would it feel like to piss in those?  These thoughts caused Jordan’s body to betray her. Feeling a warm jet of piss shoot out of her and into her panties, Jordan curled up into a ball on the couch, grabbing her crotch as tight as she could to prevent any more from escaping. She didn’t even think she could make it to the toilet if she tried now.  Standing up as carefully as she could, Jordan felt another burst of piss, longer and more powerful, make its way down her leg, staining her pants on the journey. Jordan looked over at the package on the table and waddled towards it. Any hope of preventing an accident was gone but at least she could prevent a mess.  Luckily for Jordan, she was able to tear the package easily with one hand and pull one of them out. Then, clenching her muscles as tight as possible she pulled down her pants and panties, and stepped into the thing she was protesting a few days earlier she didn’t need.  It felt warmer and wetter than Jordan had expected, but also more absorbent. A loud hiss filled the room but no sounds of pattering on the floor. The feeling was intense, warmth and wetness suddenly pooled around her nether regions. Jordan grabbed the chair in front of her and spread her legs as she moaned and pushed her piss into the material of the diaper. The design on the front faded, but Jordan’s eyes were screwed so tight she didn’t even notice.  So tight, she didn’t even notice Grace enter the room. Watching her nineteen year old roommate stand in the middle of the floor and fill a pull-up with piss.  After that Jordan and Grace came to an agreement. Jordan didn’t want to actually have to wear the diapers (it was hard trying to argue that point while wearing a soaked pull-up) but Grace insisted she at least try them. So they agreed that whenever Jordan left the house to go to class, she would wear a pull-up. She was allowed to take it off to use the toilet whenever she could make it, this was simply a test to prove she could stay dry.  This was the hardest test yet for Jordan. She was only halfway through the exam but her bladder already felt as it did on the couch, on the verge of bursting. This time she was already wearing the diapers, but she had to keep them dry. The only thing she could do was hold. Not only did she want to prove Grace wrong, she also knew that if she pissed in her pull-up right now it would be so loud. And even worse, the hot guy that sits next to her and stares at her all class would definitely notice.  So Jordan powered on, the silence unbearable as she tried her best not to fidget, not to make it obvious that she was using every ounce of will not to flood her diapers with piss. She quietly unbuttoned the top button of her jeans to try to gain some relief. She looked over at the hot guy who was staring at her earlier, and once again his eyes darted away, however this time his face was burning red. He definitely saw her do that, but right now Jordan didn’t care. Well, she told herself she didn’t care, but she also burned red when she realized that this guy could definitely tell she had to pee.  Instead of worrying about that guy though, Jordan should’ve been more focused on her bladder, she felt the first leak, short, but powerful and unintentional. She was losing the fight and she knew it. She pressed her legs together tightly to regain control and pondered what she was going to do.  “Shit, I wet it.” Jordan realized. She failed, that little spurt was proof that she needed diapers. Of course Grace wouldn’t check, but Jordan would be honest, and thankful. Thankful that she’s in a position where she would be soaking a diaper, and not her panties and jeans.  But still, she didn’t want to soak her diaper. It was just a pull-up, not meant to hold the amount of piss Jordan had held up in her bladder. Also, Jordan knew that if she lost full control, it would be loud. The hissing sound of the piss hitting the diaper would be noticeable at least those sitting near her. But when Jordan saw one of her classmates get up to hand in her test, and heard the commotion it caused, she came up with a plan.  She waited, legs crossed and eyes peeled for the next person to put their pencil down and begin to pack up. Right when she saw one of the boys sitting two desks away from her finish his test, she let control over her bladder go. Jordan almost wanted to moan over how good it felt, between the relief of being able to lighten her aching bladder, and the soft wetness of the diaper pressed against her pussy, Jordan couldn’t help but blush as she followed the guy with her eyes out of the room.  Starting the stream was the easy part, the hard part was stopping. Jordan was still furiously pissing when the door closed, and she needed to stop immediately unless she wanted to alert those around her. But that was easier said than done. Once she stopped little trickles still kept coming out, and she was more desperate than ever now. She had made a mistake, her eyes stung with desperation as her piss continued to trickle out as the stream regained power. Jordan knew she was out of options, and only fighting the inevitable. And so, she gave in. She closed her eyes and let all the stress and pressure that had built up inside her over the past few hours be released. Jordan let out a huge sigh as she felt the river of piss flow over her nether regions, and pool there and against her ass. The piss that didn’t soak into the diaper simply sat pressed against her skin, staying warm with her body heat. It was just like before when she wet the diaper in her house, the same intense pleasure.  But that wasn’t the only sensation that returned. It was exactly what Jordan was afraid of, the stream came out with so much power that the faint sound of its liquid hitting the padding of a diaper, and this was loud. Definitely loud enough for people around her to hear it. But just then, the boy who sat next to her stood up, not only that, but when he stood up his chair fell backwards and made a loud clang that startled everyone in the room.  “My bad!” The boy said before trying to fix his seat, also somewhat loudly. This entire time Jordan had been pissing in her diaper, and now the stream was turning into a trickle. Any sounds that would’ve been coming from her crotch would’ve been silenced by his antics. Everybody stared at him as he turned his test in and left the room.  Shifting in her seat, Jordan felt how hot and soggy she had just made the diaper, and was afraid of what now. What if she leaked? What if she would have to waddle her way out of class? Deciding to put those thoughts off for now, she realized she only had thirty more minutes to finish her exam and got to work with urgency.  Luckily, her pull-up didn’t leak when she stood up, but it was odd to feel the wet, heavy material shift against her skin. She did have to walk a little funny, but nothing too noticeable hopefully.  When Jordan left the classroom, she realized she might have been noticed. The boy who sat next to her was still sitting outside the room, waiting for her. When she came out he looked up from his phone and walked up to her.  “Uh, hey how’s it going?” The boy asked her. “My name Will, I know we never really talked before but I thought since…”  The way he trailed off, and the way he was sneaking looks at her crotch made Jordan realize he had known what he was doing. He tipped the chair open on purpose so nobody would hear the sound of her piss hitting the diaper. But that means he had heard it, which caused Jordan to burn red. Jordan had caught him staring at the bulge the diaper made in her pants, but when she looked down she noticed one in his too.  “Thank you, by the way.” Jordan said, feeling bold after seeing what effect she had on him. He was still a cute guy, and if liked the fact that Jordan pissed her diaper in class then what's the harm? But this acknowledgment made the boy's face turn bright red, and the bulge in his pants grew bigger, so much so that he had to try to adjust himself. This just made Jordan giggle.  “D-don’t mention it.” Will told her.  “Do you want my number? Just in case we have any questions about class or anything?” Jordan asked him, and she thought he was about to pass out.  By the time Jordan made it back to her apartment, Grace was sitting in the living room watching TV.  “How was your test? Did you stay dry?” Grace teased her roommate.  “You tell me.” Jordan responded, before unbuttoning her jeans and taking them off right there.  “Oh my God you’re soaked! How much did you piss???” Grace ran up to her friend to inspect the pull-up, she pressed against the front and squeezed. “It feels like it’s about to leak, and it’s still warm too!”  “Yeah I may have pissed in it some more on the way home but oh well.” Jordan said. “That’s what they’re for right?”  “Oh? So you’re fine with wearing them now?” Grace teased while still feeling the wet pull-up.  “Yeah actually, now hold on, let me go change.” Jordan said, before walking over to the pack of pull-ups, grabbing a fresh one, and heading to the bathroom.  Inside the bathroom, Jordan checked herself out in the mirror. She always knew she looked good, tall, brunette, athletic, and the soggy pull-up hanging between her legs didn’t seem to change that. She thought about Will, she had given him her number earlier, but she hadn’t texted him yet. So, she snapped a selfie of her standing in the full length mirror, soaked pull-up clearly visible between her toned, tan legs.  “Thanks again for earlier.” Was all she said as she sent that picture along to him.
This is my last new series for a while, and unlike my other works, it is an anthology series. This means that none of the characters have to come back, and each chapter can be unrelated to the last. Completely open to viewer support, this also gives you, the reader, the chance to ask for a scenario and potentially have it featured! All characters must be over 18. Feel free to DM or comment with said ask. As always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated  The Student-Teacher Bond Late-spring mornings can be deceptive. They start out cool and misty, then heat up with the sun. It made the afternoon unbearable, and summer vacation essential. Just as essential was preparation for a hot classroom. A cold, iced morning coffee and a thermos full of ice water was the perfect solution. After nearly a decade of teaching, nothing surprised Elizabeth Oliver anymore, especially not the lack of air conditioning at Howe Highschool. What did take her this morning was the appearance of Barbara Stern in the teacher’s lounge. “Barbra? Tired of retirement already?” The old teacher laughed “Just about. They have me subbing today.” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. She wasn’t aware of anyone taking the day off. “For who?” “You.” This took Elizabeth by surprise, which she quickly dissipated with the realization of what it was. “Don’t tell me they picked me to proctor?” Barbra nodded, Elizabeth groaned. She paused “Well, at least it’s you. We’ve got a test next week, you’ve got the lesson plan?” Barbra gave the much younger teacher a look. One of a quiet knowing “Right. Like I said. I’m glad its you.” Elizabeth took a long drink from her thermos. “My advise Beth? As someone who’s had to proctor these state exams, they don’t let you out either. Make sure you refill that before you go in.” “Wasn’t you who had that student pass out from dehydration, was it?” “No, but I nearly did. Make sure your students have plenty too.” Elizabeth nodded. It was going to be a quiet morning. ############################# Megan knew her mother would kill her if she caught her buying energy drinks. But it was Megan’s own money, and she was 18 now, so it was her choice. She knew it’d be hot in that room, so two ice cold ones would do. The trip up to Howe Highschool was a short one. Despite the morning school traffic, the gas station from which she made her purchase was only a short drive away. It made her feel like an adult, to park the car and get herself situated. Independent and free. Quickly hopping out of the car, she called to her friend Emily before they entered the building. “Hey short-stuff! Wait up!” The small girl in spandex turned around, smiling but blushing “Don’t call me that!” “What? Afraid Mike ‘ll hear?” “Yes! Your mom let you take the car?” The building was already hotter than the outdoors. Both could feel it as they crossed through the double doors. “Yeah. I might leave after the test.” “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’ve got the make-up for the C.A.N.T, right?” The two stopped in the hallway, Emily put her bag into her locker and grabbed her books for her first class “Why do you think I have these?” Megan held up her energy drinks “Don’t let coach see you with those! She’ll make you drink extra water!” “I know. Been having water since I got up. I’m seriously peeing like every five minutes!” “Speaking of which, I’m going before cla-“ The bell rang, breaking their conversation. Emily continued “Guess I’ll be late. You’ve got to head out, They lock you out of those, and I heard you’ve got Ms. Oliver!” Megan groaned, she could already feel her bladder reacting to her recently finished water bottle. She followed Emily to the bathroom but passed by “Gonna have to be quick, you know she’s a stickler for rules!” Emily replied, but Megan was walking too quickly to hear it as she made her way to her state test. As she opened the heavy door, Megan was surprised to be the only student there. Ms. Oliver sat at a steel desk facing the doorway. Megan picked a seat somewhat near her, a few rows back. “Were we expecting a full class?” She asked “You and five others.” Ms. Oliver spoke curtly Megan nodded. “If it’s ok with you, may I use the bathroom real quick?” “No. Doors lock in two” “It’ll be quick-“ “You’ve already wasted a minute talking.” Ms. Oliver cut her off and ended the conversation. Megan was sure she’d be ok, but she’d feel better if she was allowed to go. The two sat silent for a moment. Ms. Oliver sipped from her thermos and Megan from her energy drink. Standing, Ms. Oliver grabbed a sheet of paper from her desk and walked over to the door, locking it. Walking back to the front of the classroom, she began to read from the paper, speaking in an authoritative tone. “I’ve now locked the door, The test will begin shortly. There will be no phone or mobile device use, nor is any student permitted to leave the testing are without forfeiting their work…” As Ms. Oliver read on, Megan tiled her energy drink towards herself and gulped down a large quantity to prepare herself. It would be a long test. ########################## Megan looked at the clock. Nearly a half an hour had passed. The heat of the room was starting to get to her. She had already finished one drink and was working on another. She felt warm, and the can was covered in moisture and sweat. She looked at Ms. Oliver. Her teacher was finishing her thermos, taking a large enough sip that it clinked off of her thin glasses. She looked at Megan. “Eyes on your test.” Megan raised her hand quickly “Can you open the window? It’s a little warm.” With this request, Ms. Oliver complied. Both teacher and student had downed a considerable amount of fluid and each was just hoping they felt warm from the heat of the room. Megan looked back at her test. 57 down, 200 to go…it was going to be a long test. Megan checked the clock. Feeling the first hint of her filled bladder. She looked at her now empty energy drink. She could feel its effects as she started to jitter from the caffeine. She tapped her pencil on the desk, the yellow utensil clacking off of the plastic desk. As her water and energy drink continued to push into her bladder, Megan countered sightly using her womanly muscles. A dull ache, it remained as she pressed on through her next set of questions. The room was still hot. Against her better judgement, she took another sip from her other energy drink. The can was coated with moisture, and the liquid did little to cool her body.  A silence came back over the room as Megan returned to her work. Another question in and the quiet was broken by Ms. Oliver, who suddenly stood. Megan looked up, watching her proctor straighten her red blouse and press her black pencil skirt. She walked over to Megan, her heels knocking against the linoleum floor. She stood by the student, looking over her test. Megan found it hard to continue to work with the added supervision, and her mind wandered back to her bladder. A constant heavy feeling had settled in her abdomen, and Megan wondered if her tight, dark, jeans were too tight. A finger made its way across the desk and pointed at her test. Ms. Oliver gave her a complement “Nice job on this one. You’ll get there. Stay focused.” It was slightly out of the ordinary for Ms. Oliver, but Megan took the complement. She looked at her teacher, her eyes at thigh level, noticing Ms. Oliver’s pantyhose-clad legs shaking slightly. Megan looked up, Ms. Oliver smiled, blushing from embarrassment and walked back to her desk. Megan worked, but each question was seemingly taking longer. The heat of the room didn’t help. She wanted to drink, but couldn’t. The chair was uncomfortable. She dug her knuckles into her back to ease her muscles, but as she pressed into her back it was as though she had pushed her water forward. She cringed and shot her body forward. Rubbing her thighs together in an odd attempt to repel her advancing urine. Ms. Oliver looked over at the noise. Megan gave a look of an apology. Ms. Oliver looked at the mounted clock on the wall. “You have two hours remaining.” Megan looked back at the questions she had filled in. She could finish on time, she knew that. But she was slowing down. Her bladder weighed her mind down as well as her body. Like running underwater, Megan slowly felt her mind unable to press through her growing need. She peered at Ms. Oliver, her teacher was as stiff as a statue, Megan could hear her breathing. “Finish your test.” Ms. Oliver could feel Megan’s eyes looking at her “May I please go to the bathroom?” It was worth it to ask “Are you forfeiting your test?” “No…” “Then you may not. We can make it.” We? Megan reviewed her test. Nearly at question one hundred. Nearly halfway. The only problem was her bladder, which was filled entirely. Tap. Tap. Tap. Megan bounced her pencil off of the desk. Anything to keep her mind off of her pain. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. She felt hot, sticky, sweaty. The open window did nothing to help. She leaned forward, her white shirt was damp from absorbing her body heat. She adjusted in her chair, moving forward. Balling her hand into a fist and pressing it into her thigh, Megan hoped 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 at the clock again. The rhythmic ticking soothing her somewhat. Ms. Oliver stood sharply. Stiffly, she preened her outfit. Megan observed as she walked towards the clock, her legs crossing with each slow step. She stood, staring at the clock as it continued to tick. Not realizing that Megan was watching, she dug her hand into her crotch, bunching her black pencil skirt into her crotch and bent forward. “A-are y…you ok?” Megan asked “F-f-fine.” Ms. Oliver pointed, blushing “Test.” Megan nodded and put her head back down. She still saw Ms. Oliver out of the corner of her eye. Her proctor paced, her heels making a racket as she paced. Megan looked up again, watching as Ms. Oliver grabbed at the hiem of her skirt. “Stop looking at me! I-I’ll forfeit you if you do that again!” She barked at Megan Megan smacked her dry lips. The room was hot, she was sweaty and dehydrated. Yet couldn’t drink. While answering a question on Macbeth, Megan 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. Megan looked. Her bladder was protruding from her shirt, her jeans digging in. She rubbed it. Another wave. First a warm sensation that covered her body, then a cool one. Time stood still. She swallowed. Another question. Having lost track of time, Megan’s mind could only concentrate on one thing and that was not releasing her pee. Of all the times she had been desperate in her life, she couldn’t think of one that was worse. It hurt. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. I really have to pee. The same two phrases dominated Megan’s mind. She hadn’t answered a question in sometime. She just wanted to hold it. Her concentration was broken by a sudden gasp. She looked at Ms. Oliver Her teacher quickly launched from her desk chair, legs twisted like a vine around each other. Her hands buried deep into her crotch. She shook visibly. She picked up the landline on her desk. Megan heard her whisper “Please come up here and relieve me…” Ms. Oliver hissed into the receiver Whatever the response was, she didn’t like it. Groaning, Ms. Oliver slammed the phone back down. She shook where she stood. Megan tried again, hoping the obvious predicament they were both in would lead her to relief. “Ms. Oliver, I really have to go-“ “Stop! Stop! Stop talking about pee…” “But I did-“ “Finish your test!” As Ms. Oliver spoke, Megan could see a small streak of discoloration maneuver down one of her legs before she quickly sat back down. What made it worse, was the Megan knew she was next. She sat on the heel of her sneaker. Temporary relief. She struggled. Megan rocked on her heel, hand pressed firmly into her crotch. Ms. Oliver stood again. Megan watched her teacher pace around the front of the room again. Starting to feel dizzy. Lightheaded. Megan needed support. The desk. She grabbed it with all her might, her knuckles turning white. Her pencil rolled off her desk. She wanted to grab it. But she couldn’t move. She made one final plea. “Ms. Oliver please! I…I really have to-“ Megan stopped her words. Her mind went blank, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. A loud splatter erupted from where her teacher was standing.  A two-pronged stream shot from under her skirt, loudly starting a puddle. Smaller streams and streaks began to splatter and drip from her backside. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all student and teacher could hear was her pent up pee smacking the floor with a splash. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. “A-ahhh! F-n-no!” Ms. Oliver crossed her legs, the main flow of clear urine now spraying down her legs as it slowed. She gripped the front of her skirt and managed to stop it. Bending over her desk, she looked back at Megan. “I-I’m sorry…” Dead silence. Time stood still. The only noise was the sound of Ms. Oliver’s jilted, stunted breathing. Bothe teacher and student shook, their muscles at their limits. Megan couldn’t help but feel a moist sensation in her own panties. She felt. Watching her teacher leak had let some out. She felt better. She closed her eyes, and relaxed a little. Another spirt. It was delightful. Some more. And more. Megan looked down as she opened her eyes. The field hockey captain now had a dark patch on her jeans. She wanted to let it all out. She didn’t care anymore. Her teacher had leaked and now so had she. Her emotions took over. Relief, embarrassment, jubilation. It was too much for her young mind. Megan began to sniffle as she cried. As she felt the tickling sensation escape her labia, she stated a fact though muffled tears “I’m gonna pee my pants…” Again, it wasn’t her that took the spotlight, but her teacher. Clear urine had begun to flow freely from Ms. Oliver, starting a new puddle just a few inches from the last. This time, she had a partner as she whispered. “You’re not the only one…” Megan shook. At this point, she was more or less forcing herself to pee. It hurt too much to hold it, and she wasn’t the only one. But rationalizing it didn’t help as she watched a yellowish puddle expand from her seated thighs. Her jeans were warm, soaked and darkened at the crotch. Her entire lap was covered in a darkened cloud from the storm she was unleashing. The puddle expanded, moving slowly as she released, heading for the edge of her chair. Megan was nowhere near done as she felt it expand off of the sides of her chair. With nowhere else to go, it began to drip and splatter onto the calves of her jeans. They darkened somewhat, though inconsistently as a puddle also formed under her chair. Having caught the majority of her forcible pee, the chair began to leak down the front, and her entire seat dripped as Megan emptied her bladder into her pants. Megan put her head down. She sniffled, unable to keep her emotions in check. As she hugged her head with her hands, she could feel the tears on her cheeks. And odd sensation as her jeans cooled. Through coughs and wails she could only make out the word sorry. The only word she was capable of even conceiving through her sorrow. Megan felt a gentle hand on her back, her breathing was still irregular even as her most dramatic convulsions were subsiding. She heard Ms. Oliver whisper “It’s ok. Megan, its over. I won’t judge you…” Megan looked up at her teacher, their eyes meeting. Ms. Oliver still had her hand on Megan’s shoulder “Finished?” Megan nodded “Here.” Ms. Oliver motioned for her to stand Taken by surprised for the second time that day, Ms. Oliver received a hug from her student, even as she still cried. “Megan, it’s ok. It’s a stupid rule and I’m sorry. It got me too…but I’m going to make it up to you.” Megan removed herself from the embrace and looked at her teacher. “If you let me change in here, and finish your test, I’ll make sure no one ever knows about this. And you can be dismissed for the day.” Megan nodded, still glassy-eyed. Ms. Oliver hiked up her skirt and stepped out of her heels. Megan moved seats as her teacher shimmied out of her pantyhose and panties. Tossing them into one of the desk drawers, Ms. Oliver reassured her pupil. “It’ll be our little secret.” The two smiled as Ms. Oliver pulled her skirt back down. She’d go the rest of the day without panties, discovering the freedom it gave her to forgo them entirely. True to her word, no one ever found out about Megan’s accident. There was a rumor about Ms. Oliver, but as time passed, so did the gossip. This was just another chapter in the secret history of Howe High School. Edited May 18, 2022 by knockonthedoor (see edit history)
A/N: Wow! This story features the most amount of different girls peeing or wetting that I have ever written. A total of 13 different descriptions! For this one, I combined @KnightofStars idea with another that I had, and they worked together very well! I also took @PeeHour's suggestion and reintroduced a character from last time. Remember, as an anthology series, this story is completely open to viewer support, this also gives you, the reader, the chance to ask for a scenario and potentially have it featured! All characters must be over 18. Feel free to DM or comment with said ask. As always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated! Unfortunately, due to work responsibilities, this will be my last written work on this site until about August or so. I will still be active in responding and reacting to the site, but I will not have the same time to dedicate to writing as I have had. At least for a while. One Broken Pipe “Ricky! Get over here, you’ve been nursing that thing for an hour!” “You’re not getting him to do anything boss, he’s union.” “Oh, so he’s lazy and overpaid? I don’t care, get him on the line!” The heat of the mid-morning sun beat down on the hot road. Despite the lack of humidity, the layers of uniform that were required of each worker and the bodily stress and exertion required to dig through pavement was enough to give each man a sweat. Despite the work only needing three or four hands, eight stood, watching two work. “Like I was saying, I got a tat for every week we were on strike.” “No you didn’t. Don’t bullshit me Tommy!” “Swear I did! Right on my arm here. Can’t show you on the job.” “Stop lying, there’s no way.” “Not my first. Cuz Father Kelly promised me I could still get buried at church if I got one.” “Right, like you care about that.” “Screw you!” The two men laughed looked back down at the hole that had been created in the road. Cars were being directed around them, traffic was moving at a slow, choppy pace. They decided to heckle their friend some more. “Hey Ricky! Get a move on, I’m starving!” “You could always get down here and help, you jerk.” “Don’t you need the extra time? Heard the old ball and chain got you for child support.” Ricky looked up from his work, still swinging his shovel “And I can’t even see ‘em! Hell, I might drop in on Maddie. She goes to Howe, right up here.” He pointed at the towering school, just up the hill from the residential area they were in “Yeah, like they’d let a guy who looks like you near a school!” The other two laughed “Go jump in a lake! At least I got marri-“ Clunk! The jokes and banter stopped as the workers realized what had just happened. They stood in silence. Waiting. “Don’t tell me you hit that pipe…” An eerie pause. They all stared at the exposed lead. “Its fine, I don’t thi-“ A rumble, then an explosion. A spray of dirt and raw sewage erupted into the air. With no time to comment, the workmen scattered. A disaster had struck. ################################### The sound of the bell is always a welcome one. Even for smart students with good grades, classes can get a little dry. Makenzie knew this well enough, whether she liked the class or not. Standing from her desk, she maneuvered through her classmates to reach her friend Reagan’s locker. Her friend would look like any other non-descript senior, were it not for her streak of dyed blue hair. Makenzie couldn’t help stare at it, instead of Reagan’s brown eyes. The longtime friends greeted each other with a smile. “Hey. Excited?” Reagan chuckled as she tossed her books into her locker. Her grey skirt kept some modesty, while keeping her cool in the late-spring heat. “Excited for what?” “I don’t know. I think the cafeteria is serving pizza?” Regan laughed again, Makenzie’s upbeat personality never failed to brighten her day. “Is that worth getting excited for? I thought you brought your lunch?” “Got to be excited for something. Even chemistry was boring today.” Regan was surprised by the comment, she gave her friend an inquisitive look as she stood from her locker and shut the small door. Makenzie explained “Ms. Kelly was out and she must have had the worst substitute teacher. He was like super old and you could barely hear him…I don’t even know how I’m going to do the homework!” Makenzie worried as she and her friend made their way into the bathroom. Reagan checked her makeup and hair while she continued the conversation. “She gave you homework while she was out?” “No, I’m talking about next week’s work. I really want to start on chapter 9-“ “Kenzie, this is why people think you’re weird.” Reagan cut her off. “You know you’re my best friend, but you have to care about more stuff than just school.” “I do!” “Ok fine, school, and trying to get Devin to notice you. But-“ “Eeee!” Makenzie squealed and playfully smacked Reagan’s arm “Don’t talk about that!” “What? That you like Devin Wilson?” Reagan turned to her friend, a wide smile on her face as she teased “Reagan! Stooop!” Reagan kept the smile on her face as she turned to leave the restroom. “C’mon, we’re gonna miss lunch.” “Um…you go ahead. I’ll catch up.” Reagan gave her friend a look as her smile started to fade. Makenzie explained herself “I can’t pee with people around.” Makenzie made a shooing motion with her hand “I’ll catch up.” Reagan rolled her eyes at her friends shyness. “Hey, did Ms. Kelly being out have anything to do with the assembly today?” “I think. Something to do with the softball team, I don’t know.” Makenzie bounced up and down in exaggerated desperation. “Now get out of here so I can pee before the smokers get in here!” As Reagan left, Makenzie calmly opened one of the two stall doors. With a squeak and a creak, the poorly maintained metal door opened. Sighing, Makenzie checked herself out. Despite her protests against Reagan pointing it out, Makenzie had spent her class time watching her crush. It was as if he didn’t even know she existed. Maybe she was too thin. Maybe her hair was too wiry. Sighing, she preened her black hair, her pigtails were an effort for attention which she had not received. No way he likes you, boys don’t like girls with good grades and glasses. She pulled down her panties from under her longer pleated skirt. Or girls with strawberries on their underwear. The sudden sound from the toilet was enough to snap her out of her melancholy. With a rumble and a odd, high-pitched whine, the toilet water in the bowl suddenly dropped. Frowning, Makenzie was confused for a moment. Quickly her mind went back to relief, she didn’t have much time before the group of girls who used the bathroom to smoke arrived. Rather than stand in front of the toilet with her panties down to her sneakers, attempting to figure out what was wrong; Makenzie decided to take action. She fluffed her skirt to avoid it sliding under her bottom as she sat on the toilet. The darker, pleated pattern obeying her as it fell to her sides of the bowl. Makenzie looked down, her mind returning to her failed attempt to get Devin’s attention. Maybe my boobs are too small. Over her nearly flat chest, she observed a weak yellow stream that begin to exit her womanhood. Contracting her bladder muscles, the stream hastened, splashing against the side of the toilet. As Makenzie bean to relax into her trickling pee stream, she suddenly felt an unusual wetness on her bare butt. Looking down, she was shocked to see the toilet water had risen, nearly touching her peeing snatch. Gasping, Makenzie shot up from the toilet seat. In the heat of the moment, she was able to stop peeing as she stood. The toilet water continued to rise, the water a disgusting color as it did. Makenzie put her hands over her mouth, shocked at the scene. Before she could figure out what to do, a sharp pain stabbed her abdomen. Tremendous pressure was exerted on her tight genitals as her pee demanded she let the rest out. Reacting, Makenzie grabbed ahold of her exposed crotch, cupping her hand hard around her opening. The sudden pressure was too much, and Makenzie could feel her bare hand warming. She shrieked and covered her mouth with her free hand as she began to pee into her other. Before she could grasp what she was doing, she heard voices enter the bathroom. Other girls were arriving. Instinctively, her shy bladder shut off, saving her from herself. Removing her wet hand from her now pee-coated crotch, Makenzie ripped a square of toilet paper off of the roll, wiped her hand and herself, pulled up her panties, and darted out of the malfunctioning bathroom. The other girls quickly hid their cigarettes as Makenzie dashed though their group, barely uttering a “sorry” as she made it out into the hall. Stopping, she looked left and crossed her legs. Her good nature and studious mind began to gain ground on her desperate thoughts. She needed to tell someone about the issue, as she heard the group of girls exclaim their disgust from the restroom. Seeing no one down the hall, she turned back to her right, and nearly knocked Ms. Oliver over as she did. “Woah! Makenzie! Hi.” “Ms. Oliver!” Despite her reputation as a strict teacher, one which was well earned, Ms. Oliver was one of Makenzie’s favorite teachers. She was though in her instruction, and even looked a little like an older version of Makenzie. Both wore thin framed, small-squared glasses. Both had black hair, though Ms. Oliver’s was significantly straighter. As Makenzie spoke, she hoped she’d look like Ms. Oliver someday, as her English teacher took a large gulp from her thermos. “I was just going pe…uh…” Makenzie cut herself off, her face turning red as the embarrassment of admitting her deed took hold. She felt her desperation begin to return, and crossed her legs as she explained the rest of her story “Um…I mean…I was just in the bathroom, and I think the toilet broke!” She saw Ms. Oliver’s eyes widen for a moment at her last statement. The teacher looked at the massive thermos in her hand, then back to Makenzie. As she spoke, she pressed her thighs together, though the action went unnoticed by Makenzie, who was tugging at her skirt as her desperation returned tenfold. “The toilet’s broken?” Her voice broke into a higher pitch, as if she hoped Makenzie was lying “Uh-huh.” Makenzie held herself from the bottom, her hands reached around the back of her skirt as she fought her angry bladder. “Do you think the janitor can fix it?” “I really hope so. Maybe it’s just this bathroom.” Makenzie felt her desperation decrease ever so slightly as she was filled with optimism at Ms. Oliver’s words. She followed her teacher down the hallway towards the front office, before turning towards the cafeteria. Much to her chagrin, and many other women who were unwittingly filling their bladders, the problem was schoolwide. The burst pipe had created a problem that was not fixed so easily, and certainly not by anyone inside Howe High. ############# Intermezzo wasn’t the best restaurant. But it was cheap, and the owner supported the school. Which is precisely why Ms. Kelly and much of the softball team found themselves tucked into different booths in the dusty restaurant. With her sat assistant coach Harper, and pitcher Blakelyn. The early afternoon sun created a glare on the laminated menus that still sat on the table. Ms. Kelly squinted as she asked “Have you decided what to do with yourself yet Harper?” “I think. Been looking at applying for a stewardess job.” “Like a flight attendant?” Blakelyn asked “Yeah. It seems fun, I dunno.” “Well, we certainly appreciate you coming back for the season.” Ms. Kelly expressed her genuine appreciation “Sorry you weren’t in the budget.” “No, its ok, it gave me some time to figure out what I wanted to do, and I’m sure it’ll look great on my resume.” Harper had graduated last year, but had hung around town instead of going to college. Her knowledge and experience from participating in the softball team throughout high school had made her an easy candidate for Ms. Kelly to sign on as an assistant coach. She continued to get to know her assistant coach “Do you have any other hobbies, or are you really going to go after this flight attendant thing?” “I like photography. But that’s not really a job…So I guess… yeah, I’m really going to enjoy being a stewardess I think. Plus those silver haired pilot…” Harper waived her hand in front of her face pretending to be hot at just the thought of an older man taking interest in her. As Blakelyn laughed, Ms. Kelly rolled her eyes. She shook her head as her natural bright red hair got in her face. As the trio calmed down from Harper’s admission, Blakelyn asked the important question “But what about Ian? Won’t he have to fly everywhere with you?” “Why couldn’t he?” Before Blakelyn could respond, Ms. Kelly chimed in. Despite her status a a coach and a teacher, she was always up for gossip. “Ian? You mean Maci’s older brother?” Ms. Kelly pointed to the adjacent booth, the average height brunette taking her attention “Yeah, we’ve been going out for like a year now.” “Isn’t that awkward, with Maci around?” “No, she’s cool.” “Except when she spilled her drink on you last night!” Blakelyn blurted out Ms. Kelly’s eyes widened, then narrowed. She stared daggers through both of them. Both were old enough to vote, neither old enough to drink. Blakelyn thought of a line quick “It was soda! Don’t worry Ms. Kelly.” The pale skinned firebrand narrowed her eyes in disappointment. She didn’t believe her pitcher for a second. She sighed. “Speaking of soda, excuse me Blakelyn, I need to use the restroom.” In the other booth sat Madison, the only junior of the group. Having repeated the second grade as a child though had made her the oldest underclassmen. By chance, she was also the tallest, standing nearly six feet tall. Though she was quiet now, silently playing with her ash blonde hair. “Did anyone else figure out why Maddie didn’t have to wear her uniform?” Grace, the catcher spoke up. She was right. All of the other women, including Ms. Kelly, were in the same white, pinstripe uniform, with a stylized Howe across their chest. But Madison wore high waisted, light blue denim and a white button-down shirt. It accented her rather large boobs perfectly. “Yeah, she left it on Caleb’s bedroom floor.” Gianna spoke up, pure venom in her voice “You’re just mad that I actually got him in bed.” Madison shot back “oooo!” Grace chimed in. Her stocky figure and aggressive nature always looking to start or watch a fight break out “Shut up Grace.” Gianna said coldly “I’m surprised he could even reach your tall ass.” She snapped at Maddie. “Guys! Stop! I thought you were friends?” Maci spoke up, her short figure was rare for a left-fielder, but she had an incredible arm “Were.” Gianna said emphatically “Boyfriend fucker.” She heaved another insult at Madison “I told you right after it happened! I’m sorry!” “Oh, so ‘I’m sorry’ covers everything? You knew I was seeing him!” “And it was a one time thing! Honest!” “Is that why you were sending him nudes too?” Gianna narrowed her brown eyes, piercing Madison’s green “Fight, fight!” Grace chanted “Grace, shut up, I’m going to punch you if you do that again, I’m not kidding.” Grace laughed “Do it and I’ll piss all over your face!” She laughed again, loud enough for the other restaurant patrons to hear her. The group received stares from the other booths. Maci’s face turned red, and she put her head down. Her long, wavy brown hair covering her embarrassed face. Just then, Ms. Kelly stood, her pale skin and small frame still drawing authority over the girls. “Hey, we’re going to be getting back on the bus in a second.” She pointed her finger at the girls in the booth. “If any of you have to use the restroom, now’s the time.” “Yeah, I gotta piss for real.” Grace scooted out of the booth and stood, her ponytail nearly smacking Gianna in the face Surprisingly to the group, Maci also stood, though without saying a word. She followed behind Ms. Kelly and Grace, leaving Gianna and Madison awkwardly in the booth together. They sat in silence, and Gianna grabbed her phone from her pants pocket, a benefit of wearing her uniform. Madison watched as she unlocked the screen, the background now the picture of a flag from an African state. Madison wasn’t sure which one, but being one of the only women of color on the team had given Gianna a sense of pride. What pained Madison is that it used to be a picture of the two of them. As Ms. Kelly led her two athletes towards the single bathroom in the back of the restaurant, she stopped to let a group of older people pass. A common curtesy, but as a line formed, she began to regret her decision. She had held up the other two behind her, and they all filed in against the wall. Ms. Kelly gave no indication of her predicament, but she had lost track of all that she was drinking as they ate. The food was subpar, but salty to make up for it. She had treated herself to a soda, but had also downed water with it, the contents of which were now splashing into her swelling bladder. Still, as they stood in a non-moving line, she used her Kegel practice to keep a tight grip on her bladder. Looking to the other girls, she noticed Maci’s legs were clamped tightly together, and her body hinged at the hips. Ms. Kelly knew what was wrong instantly. “Grace, why don’t you let Maci go before you?” As Maci heard these words, she wanted to shrink. It was embarrassing, to have her teacher call her out like that. But it was true. She needed to pee. She had needed to go before they got inside the restaurant, but she was shy about being the only one to stand. Now she was paying the price. Her bladder sat at its fully weight, right on top of her snatch. Clenching and bending her body was the best she could do, she didn’t want to hold herself yet. If they waited any longer, she may have to. Grace replied “Coach, I’ve got to pee too.” Grace looked at Maci “Kind of that badly too.” Ms. Kelly nodded. Maybe Grace was better at hiding it. Grace leaned over to Maci, whispering “I’m sorry Maci, you know I’m not doing this on purpose. I’ve really got to go to the bathroom.” Though Grace wasn’t bent forward, nor tightly clenching her legs as Maci was, she had her hands in her pockets, using her fingers to hold herself. In an attempt to lose weight while keeping her muscle mass, the smaller, but wide-framed catcher had downed a green drink along with her usual intake of water, and it was now catching up with her. She wasn’t trying to be rude to Maci in keeping her 3rd in line, she was simply full as well. As Madison and Gianna sat quietly in their booth, Blakelyn and Harper made their way over and took Grace and Maci’s spots. “Hey.” Blakelyn started the conversation Gianna looked up from her phone “Hi.” Madison smiled at the pitcher. Blakelyn asked the same question Grace did “Where’s your uniform?” Madison looked at Gianna, expecting the same shot again. Instead Harper took over “She’s not in the group picture, so she doesn’t have to wear it.” “Ah…wait…so why are you at the senior brunch then?” Blakelyn was confused “Cuz she was voted the MVP! Wait-“ Harper covered her mouth with her hands. The others weren’t supposed to know that yet “Oh. Good job.” Blakelyn smiled, pushing her black hair out of the way She was nearly as tall as Madison, but her skin was far less tanned. She began to braid it as the waitress came by to drop off the check. “We didn’t have to pay for this, did we?” She asked “Uh yeah…didn’t you read the handout coach and I gave out?” Harper responded The girls shook their heads. “You were supposed to pay your own way.” “I don’t have anything on me!” “You could always do that challenge they advertise” Gianna offered Blakelyn looked up and read the sign on the wall Green Tea Challenge: Meal is free if patron drinks the entire mug in one go “I don’t like tea.” Gianna shrugged and went back to her phone. Blakelyn looked at the bill. She couldn’t ask someone for that kind of money. She looked back up at the sign as the waitress returned and collected the others payment. “Um…I’d like to do the challenge.” Blakelyn pointed to the sign “Gotcha. Four super green tea’s coming up.” “Oh no. Just me.” “Sorry. Rules are everyone at the table.” Blakelyn looked to her teammates. They looked back at her. “I-I’ll do the challenge.” Madison spoke up “I’ll do it too.” Gianna volunteered, if only to show up Madison The three looked at Harper “I guess I don’t really have an option.” She smiled. Despite being 20, she still wore braces “Alright. I’ll be back with your tea.” With that, the waitress left. Harper had her own motivation for coming over to the booth. She looked across the table to Madison. “Hey Madi, you’re pretty good friends with Maci, right?” “Yeah. Why?” “Well…um…we kind of went out drinking last night…” Harper pointed to Blakelyn as well “You know, with her brother…and she tagged along. I’m worried she had too much. She didn’t get in trouble with her father, did she?” Madison shook her head. “Not that I’m aware of. No.” Harper nodded “Good. I guess. I really should have watched her better. Kid’s like a little sister to me.” Madison furrowed her brow “Really?” Harper nodded “Yeah. I started dating her brother when I was a freshman here. He was a sophomore. She would always tag along when I went over to his place…I don’t know…” Harper smiled “Kind of annoying, but she’s cool now, and I want her to know that she’s welcome. Could you tell her that?” “Why can’t you tell her that yourself?” “Could I? Seems kind of strange to just come out and say it.” “I know she’d love to hear that. She looks up to you.” “Aw…” Harper smiled “Thanks Maddie.” The exchange had lifted Madison’s spirts as the waitress came back with the green tea. Madison was ready to win. The line had hardly moved. Ms. Kelly looked down at her watch. The bus would be arriving soon and they were still stuck. She gulped. Feeling the first wave of desperate pressure push against the walls of her hairless pussy worried her. The additional effort that it took for her to hold her filled bladder caused her to cross her legs and tap her foot, an attempt to distract her mind from the unfortunate declaration she’d have to make in a moment. She looked to Grace, who was bobbing in place and pacing back and forth between the wall and the isle. Maci was just as expressive, if not less elaborate. She was still bent forward, though now her hand was cupped against her crotch, and her legs would press against her arm, then contract in a rhythmic motion. Ms. Kelly hated the news she was about to break “Girls, we have to be on the bus in five.” “So?” Grace asked “So we should get out of this line.” Grace’s pupils dilated, she stopped pacing and looked at her coach “Uh, no can do coach. I have really got to go to the bathroom.” “I know. I know.” Ms. Kelly put her hand just above her taught muscles. She could feel her swollen bladder under her jersey “And you probably don’t want to hear me say this, I know it might be a little much, but I’ve got to pee too.” She felt a vibration in her back pocket and took out her phone. “But the bus is here. Girls.” She looked at them “We’re just going to have to hold it.” Grace groaned. “It’s not more than fifteen minutes. We’ll be ok.” With that, Ms. Kelly led them away from the impossibly slow line Grace waited for Maci to move, and as she did, she could no longer keep her hand off of her crotch. Whispering to her teammate, Grace tried to sympathize. “I’ve got to pee so bad. Why couldn’t she get us a water bottle or something?” Maci gave a concerned look. Grace shrugged and walked ahead, her attempt to sympathize with her teammate failing. As Ms. Kelly rounded the corner, she was surprised to see a small crowd around her booth. Assuming the worst, she pushed through the small collection of patrons. What she saw wasn’t bad, but rather surprising. Madison just putting down an enormous mug and Gianna was smiling with one in front of her. Harper and Blakelyn were both just gulping down the rest as the crowd cheered. “What’s going on?” Ms. Kelly broke into her teacher voice “A free meal for Madison, Gianna, Harper, and Blakelyn!” The waitress announced Despite the four smiling faces, the group would soon come to regret it as their teammates paid their own way and the team got back on the bus. The stage was set for Howe High to become a bubbling cauldron of desperation. ############## Makenzie wished that she could pee. She tried everything to distract herself. She tapped her foot until the guy next to her got annoyed, she tapped the desk, and even tried to count backwards from one hundred. None of these things worked. Here she sat in Ms. Oliver’s English class, and she had to pee. She knew that Ms. Oliver probably knew her situation, but there was nothing she could do about it. Makenzie knew that, she’d have to suffer. But the pain was rising, and there was no end in sight. That is, until Ms. Oliver instructed the class to group together. Despite supposedly being randomly assigned, she was put in a group with Reagan, most likely an unspoken favor from Ms. Oliver. Welcoming the distraction from her distending bladder, Makenzie found her way next to Reagans desk, while the two other students assigned to their group turned their desks around to form a makeshift table. Each holding their assignments out in front of them, Reagan took the lead. “Alright. So we have to analyze act 4 scene 6. So we have the pirates and Hamlet. Sofia, you want to read first?” “No.” The girl was one of the most popular seniors at Howe High, but this was based purely on looks. “Um. Ok…uh…” “I…I can do it.” Jamie, the other popular girl spoke up Reagan smiled “Thanks” “H-h-o-oratio” Jamie exhaled “Ow!” She accidentally kicked Makenzie’s shin “S-sorry.” Jamie continued the scene “What are…they that-that…w-would speak with me? S-ser..v-“ Another exhale. Suddenly, the blonde exclaimed to the group “I’m sorry, but do any of you also have to go pee like really, really bad?” Makenzie looked at Jamie, but didn’t say a word. Her hands were stealthily held against her crotch under the desk. She was unaware that Jamie was doing the same. Neither Makenzie nor Reagan noticed  that Sofia had also looked at Jamie, a subtle clue that she was also in the same predicament. Reagan finally responded to the question “Not really, but I can’t believe they’re even allowed to keep us here without a bathroom.” “I know right!” Jamie was happy to have someone sympathize with her, and her green eyes lit up “I mean, like, I peed this morning and everything, but then I snuck a coffee for first class…” Jamie began to bounce in her seat as her conversation continued “…and I’ve been trying to be good about water and then I had a test in math, and I couldn’t go pee during that…” “Oh. I’m sorry.” Regan offered her condolences. She didn’t usually get to talk to the popular girls, but Jamie seemed nice. Reagan couldn’t help but admire her large breasts, an asset that her short-sleave shirt displayed nicely. “I have to pee too.” Makenzie blurted out Reagan could feel the secondhand embarrassment for her friend. Play it cool Kenz! Stop talking Reagan had to think of something fast, in order to cut through the awkwardness. “I um…I like your top though Jamie.” “Thanks!” The blonde smiled “Where’d you get it?” “Nichole Vice’s. It’s up on the…hill…I think.” “Wait, seriously? I work there! How often do you shop there?” “Once a month. Ah!” Jamie bent forward and exhaled, Reagan looked down Jamie’s shirt “I. I’m sorry. I have. I have to pee.” Reagan was quiet, to enamored with Jamie’s boobs to respond. Not noticing, and instead focused on her intense desperation, Jamie asked Sofia “Do you have any gum?” “Yes.” “Can I borrow some?” “Why do you always take? You can’t ‘borrow’ gum!” Both Reagan and Makenzie were shocked at the aggressive tone in Sofia’s voice. Her looks, with breasts as large as Jamie’s, but an ass that was quite well-toned, were as enticing as her personality was as off putting. “Can I please have some?” Jamie asked, just needing something to distract her from her desperation Sofia reached into her expensive purse and handed a stick of gum to the desperate Jamie. The popular girl began to chew, her perfect and clean teeth gnashing the gum as an outlet for the pain Jamie felt in her bladder. “Ahem.” The girls looked up to see Ms. Oliver standing above their desks Makenzie still admired Ms. Oliver. Her teacher was in a bright red blouse and a black pencil skirt. A look that gave off a professional, serious tone. Boys would look at me if I had her legs Makenzie thought, her eyes monitoring Ms. Oliver’s toned thighs. Curiously, Makenzie noticed that her legs were not only crossed, but the were tightly and subtlety bouncing as she admonished the group. “You girls need to…stay focused. How far are you?” “Um…Heratio’s line.” “The first sentence?” “Uh…um…” “C’mon. Work.” “I’m sorry Ms. Oliver but like, do you know if the bathrooms are fixed yet? I seriously need to go.” Jamie spoke up, her need becoming ever more present in her mind “No. I…” Ms. Oliver recrossed her legs “I just checked.” “Oh. If we have a car, can we leave before the assembly?” “No.” “Can you like give us a pass though? I know you monitor the halls, and-“ “No.” Jamie began to bounce in her seat as she protested, holding her hands to her crotch as she did. The pain that begun to strike her abdomen was intense. A pain she had never felt this powerful before “But, even if I just find a place to pee real qu-“ “Jamie, you know the rules. Detention for leaving an assembly.” “Ms. Oliver…” Jamie hissed, more out of desperation than disrespect “I…I might wet my pants.” “No you won’t. You’ll be ok Jamie. Finish your work.” Ms. Oliver pointed to the book as she left the group. “Bitch” Sofia complained as Ms. Oliver left “She’s just doing her job” Makenzie defended her “and besides, it’s the same rules for her. I think she has to pee too.” “Ok, no more words from you.” Sofia spoke forcefully, moving her hands as she did so. Her ponytailed-black hair swung with her dramatic movements, and her accent gave her an air of authority. Reagan swooped in to defend her friend “Kenzie was just trying to help, why don’t you be quiet for a change?” “Or what? You’ll stare at Jamie’s tits some more?” Sofia had caught Reagan. Jamie’s round face lifted from her desk as she frowned at the fact that she was drawn into this. Makenzie tried to defend her friend “So what if she was looking there? Is that a problem?” “Yeah!” Sofia waived her fake fingernails as she spoke with her hands “Jaime don’t like getting creeped on by no lesb-“ “Ok stop!” Jamie put her hand up, her bracelet falling towards the wider part of her arm She smiled at Reagan “I’m sure she wasn’t looking at my chest Sofia. Can we get back on track please? No more talk about whether or not our teacher has to pee, and no more insulting each other, ok?” Reagan and Makenzie nodded. Sofia flicked her hair and looked towards the window, folding her arms “Whatever.” Reagan breathed a sigh of relief. She had been able to keep herself secret for a while after her discovery of who she liked, and to have blown her cover with less than a month left of school would have been a disaster. Dodged a bullet there. Despite getting caught, she couldn’t help but look down Jamie’s shirt another time or two during the rest of class. The desperate girl kept leaning forward, making herself very obvious. As class went on, Jamie very obviously started rocking back and forth in her chair. Her knee was lifted towards her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. She kept one hand plastered against her crotch. As time marched on, She no longer knew what they were talking about, and at this point was blindingly reading what was on the page, her words not matching her internal struggle. Her jaw was locked in an attempt to remain composed, and to keep from whining in pain but her labored breathing gave her situation away. She didn’t think that she had leaked yet, but her strained muscles were starting to produce a sweat. Jamie couldn’t tell anymore. All she wanted was to pee. Just not here. She wanted to cry. By some grace, class began to end. She began to breath, hard. Hyperventilating almost. Reagan noticed “Jamie, are you ok?” Red in the face and teary eyed, the blonde shook her head, then looked down, mumbling something. She looked back up, this time at the clock. Then back to Reagan, her lip bit. “I…I don’t know if I…” “It’s ok.” Reagan tried to reassure her. Jamie looked at Makenzie, her words a high pitched whisper “Y-you?” “I…maybe…” Makenzie was in a similar situation While she hadn’t consumed the same amount of liquid that Jamie had, she had only let a little out an hour ago. The same burning, painful pressure hung over her body. An idea popped into Reagan’s mind. She offered it to Jamie “Jamie?” The desperate girl looked her temporary friend in the eyes. Reagan continued “Do you think…do you think you should let some out?” Jamie didn’t take her eyes off Reagan. “Y-you mean…” “Like, maybe…pee a little bit?” Reagan felt her heart skip a beat “Maybe it’ll help?” “Ew.” Sofia commented Jamie wasn’t as repulsed. Her eyes closed, then reopened. “I can’t. It mi-“ Suddenly, she gasped and covered her mouth. She squealed “Ohmygosh, I just…I…” She gulped “I just peed in my underwear a little.” She whispered Sofia looked over. Nothing was visible on Jamie’s jeans. Without her friend admitting it, she wouldn’t have been able to tell. Just then, the bell rang, and everyone in the group stood, though Jamie did slowly and methodically. Reagan had her own battle to fight. Telling a desperate Jamie to do that had sparked something in her. Something she didn’t want to admit. ########## As the bus of the desperate softball team neared the school, an eerie silence had set in. Grace, usually the vocal one on bus trips, was too busy writhing in her seat to say anything. Ms. Kelly had taken the opportunity to hold herself. The winners of the green tea chugging contest, Blakelyn Harper, Gianna and Madison, had all begun to feel the effects of the massive mug that they had downed. By far, the one in the most desperate struggle was Maci. She sat next to Madison, and the poor left-fielder was nearly defeated by her own bladder. Tearfully, she looked at her friend “Maddie…I’m not going to make it…” “It’s ok.” “No! I…I can’t…look!” Maci removed her hands, and Madison looked over. The crotch of her softball pants, white with a blue pinstripe, were clear at the crotch. Maci had started leaking. “This is all my fault…” “How?” “Maddie…I..I haven’t peed yet today…” “What, how?” “Well…you…you know how-how I went out with Harper and Ian last night?” Madison nodded “I..I had to sneak back in…and I feel asleep. I was late this morning…no time to go…and…and I’ve had water for my hangover. I-I haven’t peed…” “It’s ok.” Madison rubbed her back. It was clammy and cold Tearfully, Maci worried “I’m going to pee my pants…” “No. Look. We’re here. You’ve nearly made it.” “I’m leaking…” Was her only response. Madison looked down. Her friend’s crotch was glistening. The white pants becoming see-through as the stain grew. Then it stopped. Then it grew some more as the bus reached the side entrance to the school. It halted as Madison made one final overture to her desperate friend “You made it.” Maci nodded, seemly accepting the information, finally. As the bus stopped, Ms. Kelly, who was still trying to hide her desperation, stepped out first. As her flats hit the sidewalk that stretched from the side entrance to the main entrance, which wrapped around the front of the school, she was greeted by the Super Intendent. An older woman in her fifties, she greeted Ms. Kelly “Your late.” “Are we? Sorry, there was some construction traffic.” “Figured there would be. Plumbing’s burst here.” “Um? Excuse me?” “Bathrooms haven’t worked since this morning.” Ms. Kelly crossed her legs, her desperation increasing as she was denied relief “And you didn’t close school?” “Can’t. We had enough snow days this year. State might cut funding, and I might be out of a job if I did that.” “This is inhumane!” “We’ve had no complaints so far.” Ms. Kelly stuck her hands between her legs. “Look, woman to woman, I have not had a chance to use the bathroom much today.” She pointed at the bus “And neither have they. You’ve got to let us find a spot before we go in there.” “You can’t, the state D.O.E is here. We’ve got the local paper in attendance. We’re late enough as is.” “No. I won’t let you do this.” Ms. Kelly spoke firmly “Don’t talk to me like that without tenure. Now get in there.” Biting her tongue, Ms. Kelly climbed back onto the bus. “Alright girls, they’re going to take us through the side entrance and the school band will play us on.” “Can we please pee first Ms. Kelly?” Grace spoke up “Yeah! I’ve got to go too!” The other voices chimed in “Maci goes first! Or she’s going to wet her pants!” Madison spoke up “Girls. I’m sorry, this isn’t a debate right now.” Ms. Kelly decided to let her desperation show. She held her crotch for the first time in front of her team. “None of us can pee right now.” The disappointment was palpable, but was quickly drowned out by sobbing. Maci begun to cry. Sobbing at what she felt was an inevitability. Madison made one final plea for her friend “Please! She’s going to have an accident!” “She’s not the only one…Girls, don’t make this harder than it has to be…please.” Begrudgingly, the team left the bus. Maci took the rear, each step burning as she did so. She felt like a dead woman walking. She was headed to the gallows. On what should have been a fun day of celebration, instead she was nearly wetting herself. ###### Jamie walked gingerly ahead of Sofia as she tried to make her way to the auditorium. The warm, clammy feeling around her slit was already demanding that she let another leak out. She would have to move quickly, or she might be lured into doing so. As she marched past the waves and waves of other students, she couldn’t help it. She spurted into her panties. Each step was agony. The labored breath kept her focused on moving towards the auditorium. She wasn’t thinking, just acting. She leaked again, much longer this time. For a moment, Jamie felt the intense pressure dissipate. It was blissful. When she reached the line in front of the auditorium doors, it came roaring back. With force, her entire bladder pushed on her tightly clamped pee-hole. Jamie retaliated with her hands, but the moist, damp panties she was wearing betrayed her. She leaked. Then again. A third. Jamie looked down. What she had hoped was still invisible was clearly not. The crotch of her jeans was dark, and two darkened streaks ran down her inseams. She hastily covered the front of her warmed jeans with her backpack. What Jamie was unaware of, was the fact that Sofia was behind her, watching her leak into her jeans. The entire way from English to the auditorium, her eyes had been locked on Jamie’s butt. She had watched as a small discoloration had formed at Jamie’s crotch, and then moved slightly down her legs. As they stood in line, she snapped a picture. Sending it to group chat with the caption Jamie can’t hold her pee! Within moments, Jamie’s shame was shared, and she hadn’t fully lost control yet. As Reagan and Makenzie found their way to the stadium-like seating and awaited the assembly to start, Reagan began to experience Makenzie’s desperation for the first time. Her longtime friend sat down, and immediately upon doing so, jammed her hands into her crotch. Sliding back into her chair, she nearly lay down. Her panties were visible, and her arms pushed her normally small breasts upwards. Reagan smiled as she noticed someone looking. “Hey Kenz. I think Devin Wilson is looking at you.” Makenzie looked around. She spotted him. He was looking right at her. As soon as their eyes met, he looked away. “Nooo! Reagan, he knows I have to pee! I’m ruined…” “Maybe he likes it?” “He likes that I have to pee?” Reagan shrugged. Makenzie hadn’t shifted her position, and looked back over. This time, their eyes met. A smile. She smiled too. Maybe Reagan was right. Makenzie’s heart beat faster, her brain abuzz. If that’s what it took to get his attention, that’s what she’d do. She’d hold it. Makenzie was going to make it through the assembly. As the softball team packed themselves behind the stage curtain in the auditorium, nearly all of them were desperately bouncing or holding themselves. Madison was the only one seemly absent from this fate. Or so she wanted her teammates to believe. Even as more expressive girls like Grace were nearly jogging in place, most of the attention was on Maci. The short girl with wavy brunette hair was nearly crying. Her round face was red from the strain of holding it, and her mascara was starting to run as her brown eyes teared. She held herself as she leaked into her pants, receiving some encouragement from her teammates. “You can hold it Maci!” “Yeah, we believe in you!” “You can do it!” Ms. Kelly was encouraged at the scene. Her team was behaving as a unit, uplifting the weakest of the group. It gave her a proud feeling that was only drowned out by her own desperation. A desperate shock through her body. Ms. Kelly clenched, but clenching herself was becoming ineffective. She couldn’t cross her legs, they were about to walk out on stage. She rubbed her belly, just where her full bladder rested. She winced. It hurt, and it hurt bad. It had filled gently, starting that morning while she was teaching, and Ms. Kelly hadn’t really noticed it for a while. But there was no ignoring it now. She sucked air in through her teeth, and wiggled her legs. Squirming, she heard the band. They were due on stage. As the presentation of the awards started, Jamie sat next to Sofia in the audience. Her hand was plastered against her damp crotch, she was unable to do anything else. Some of the other students around her had seen Sofia’s image, and they knew why Jamie was squirming in her seat. Frantically, her tried and sore muscles begged for relief. Her teeth chomped down on the gum Sofia had given her, hard enough that it had nearly dissolved in her mouth. She hooked one foot behind the opposite calf, her breathing frenetic, as though she were drowning in her own desperation. She rubbed her thighs together, fast enough to start a fire with the friction from her jeans. That girl in English was right. I have to let some out. She stopped moving. Though the blonde didn’t move her hand. She took a breath, and as she exhaled, she felt a warmth move out of her. It was a tickling sensation, and nearly heavenly. Jamie felt the pressure move off of her bladder, and into her jeans. For a moment; peace. Then she heard giggling. She opened her eyes. Sofia had her phone recording her, and as she quickly shut off her leaking snatch, she inspected her jeans. She had leaked much more than she had intended to. A large wet stain now adorned her crotch and the front of her jeans. She jumped up from her seat, leaving a wet cushion below her. Sofia filmed her friend’s wet butt. As Jamie filed passed other sitting students, she could hear a low whisper “Pissed herself.” “Told you that picture was real.” Other words were inaudible as she dashed out of the auditorium, hands buried into her crotch, holding back her still full bladder. As she barged though the double doors and into the hallway, Jamie had to stop to hold herself. She felt lightheaded. Sick. Holding herself, she felt her bladder weigh her down like a stone in the ocean. Gingerly placing one foot in front of the other, she made her way down the long hall. Jamie was functioning on instinct. She was aware she was walking, but she was not piloting her own body. She still had enough wherewithal to know that she was being directed towards the side doors. Ms. Oliver’s words from class sprung into her head. You know the rules. Detention for leaving an assembly. It was this or continue to leak until she wet her pants. Opening the side door, Jamie felt the heat of the day wash over her. It beat down on her cheeks, warming parts of her body that hadn’t been warmed by her urine. Stumbling with crossed legs, Jamie tightly grabbed herself. She felt wet. A shiver ran down the length of her spine, her leg starting to twitch at another warmth. Jamie looked down. She was peeing her pants. As she jittered in place, she could see a large, dark stain moving down the inseam of her thigh. Excess urine dripped onto the concrete sidewalk below, darkening it in spots. “E-mph-N-no!” Jamie hadn’t come this far to lose now Peeling her increasingly wet jeans down, she didn’t have to stop peeing, instead, she exposed herself to the partially full parking lot in front of her, and started to pee on the sidewalk. Right in front of the side door, which housed two large glass panes, Jamie’s bare butt was now visible as she squatted. Had one been watching, they would have seen her two toned thighs spread, and her cheeks nearly touching the concreate below her as a massive dark puddle began to pool below her. Should one have been exiting their car from the teacher’s lot, they would have seen one of the more popular seniors squatting, completely exposed, while a thick, wide stream of clear piss poured forth. Jamie didn’t care about all of that. She knew she was exposing her most sensitive areas, but she didn’t care. She only felt blissful relief. It was as if a balloon had popped in her abdomen, as the swelled organ was finally able to deflate. A light, airy hiss was audible as the girl relieved herself all over the sidewalk. Her heart jumped as she heard the door open. Opening her eyes and turning her head, but continuing to pee, she saw Ms. Oliver standing over her. With no way to hide what she was doing, Jamie instead tried to ask for mercy. “Ms. Oliver! I-I’m-I’m really sorry! I…I just couldn’t hold it anymore!” To Jamie’s surprise, her teacher shuffled over onto the mulched ground next to the side walk without acknowledging her. Ms. Oliver then hiked up her skirt, showing her lack of underwear, and squatted behind a tiny bush. She too, began to pee. A second wave of relief washed over Jamie as she realized what her teacher had come outside to do. The sound of Ms. Oliver’s piss drowned out what Jamie had left, and her shooting, bubbling pee kicked the dry dirt into the air and onto Ms. Oliver’s shins. Jamie expressed her relief “Oh! You just really had to pee too! I-“ This time, Ms. Oliver acknowledged her “Jamie. Stop talking and I won’t give you detention for leaving the assembly.” Jamie complied, but couldn’t help sneaking a peek at her teacher. Ms. Oliver had a very neatly done bikini line. Her dark hairs that matched her natural color, and they were in a perfectly stright line until they looped around her labia. It was cute, despite the fact that it was dripping from the piss shooting straight onto the mulch below. Jamie looked back to herself. The massive puddle that she had created had saturated the entire area below her. It expanded to one side of the sidewalk and ran into the grass there. Most of her pee rolled down, spilling over the edge of the curb and onto the driveway. The size was enough to impress Jamie, who was unaware she could hold that much. As she continued to listen to Ms. Oliver pee, a faint smell of urine wafted passed her nostrils. Ignoring it, Jamie inspected her once blue panties. Save for a small horizon on the front, they had grown dark, soaked through with her pee. They were as moist as her jeans, which were also now pattered with a massive dark streak down her left leg. She couldn’t walk around the halls like this. She turned to her still peeing teacher for help. “Ms. Oliver?” The black haired teacher looked up from herself. The first thing she noticed was the stain on Jamie’s pants. “Um…I can’t go back in there like this…” Jamie grabbed at her soaked thigh. Ms. Oliver stopped peeing for a moment, thinking. Jamie asked her question “C-can I just leave? I have my own car an-and…” Jamie stammered, expecting Ms. Oliver to deny her “One condition.” “What?” Suddenly, Ms. Oliver began to pee again, just as forcefully. The sound of her penetrating urine through the dirt returning. She pointed at her streaming piss. “You don’t breathe a word about what I’m doing, or what you did.” She pointed to Jamie’s massive puddle “Deal!” The blonde took off for the student parking lot, wet jeans and all. Ms. Oliver looked back down as her stream finally trickled off. It arced back towards her, wetting the sensitive skin of her exposed labia. Her thighs were dripping, coated in the spray of her desperately held pee. She brushed them with her hand, and flicked off the dirt that had been flung up onto herself. Taking a deep beath, she finally felt empty. Standing, she pulled her skirt back down and shook her small butt, a makeshift method of drying herself. She looked over what she had done. The force of her stream had created a small pool that held her bubbling piss, which was still draining into the ground. An obvious puddle had formed under her as she had relieved herself into the school’s landscaping. It was quite the scene as she turned back into the building. In three years, Ms. Oliver had experienced two separate peeing incidents with a student. Both times, her reputation had be spared. No one would find out what she had just done with Jamie, and no one really knew about her accident in front of Megan. She hoped these two incidents would be the only of her career, knowing nothing of her final incident, a horribly embarrassing accident she’d have on the horizon. ########### As Ms. Kelly was called to the stage, she bit her lip. She didn’t have a choice, despite the fact that she was about to burst. Her knees shook behind the podium. Nearly at her limit. She was finding it harder and harder to stand up straight and couldn’t clench any harder as she gave her speech about the season. Behind her was more chaos. Maci sat next to Blakelyn. The pitcher noting that Maci was nearly keeled over. Her legs were spread wide as they jiggled. The left-fielder was being puppetted by a desperate force. She was still sniffling, stifling tears of fear and desperation. As Blakelyn focused on controlling her own bladder, she felt a force weigh down on her shoulder. It was Maci. The girl was using Blakelyn’s shoulder to cry. Looking down, Blakelyn whispered “Oh no…Maci…” The chair her teammate was sitting on was a deep shade of violet, but that didn’t mean that the spreading wet patch was any less visible. A dark, almost black patch was spreading from Maci’s lap, soaking the chair in a dark color. A clear wetness escaped from her, turning her white baseball pants into a nearly transparent color. Blakelyn could see Maci’s pink panties underneath her now transparent pants. As a few of the girls tended to Maci, none of them took note of their coach, Ms. Kelly. As she gave her prepared remarks, she couldn’t help but leak into her panties. What had started at the size of a penny, was now more comparable to a quarter. 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 “…and with the effort these girls displayed this season…how could we not all be proud of them?” She put her hand back on her crotch, under the podium. She was able to stop herself from leaking, but could feel the warm sensation cling to the inseam of her pants. She had stained them with her brief loss of control. Giving the students a fake smile, she hobbled back to her seat, hand still over her crotch. The action drew a giggle or two from the crowd of students. Her movement had telegraphed her need to the entire school. Ms. Kelly had to pee. As she returned to her her seat next to Maci, she felt someone tap her back. Looking over, Blakelyn had reached to get her attention. She pointed to Maci’s lap. The chair was soaked, a massive stain sat in her lap. Ms. Kelly whispered  “Did you finish?” Maci shook her head, whispering back “I-I’m still…” Ms. Kelly finished her sentence “You’re still holding it?” Maci nodded. Ms, Kelly felt another desperate twinge. Trying to cover for her struggling team, she grabbed the wrist of the superintendent, who was watching the band play the school fight song. “You have got to cut this short.” The superintendent pulled her arm away from Ms. Kelly’s grasp “Why?” “Because my left-fielder is sitting in a puddle, and I’m going in my panties as we speak.” Ms. Kelly wasn’t lying. Her desperation had mounted against her, and her weakening defenses were buckling. A small, slow, but steady stream was leaking out of her womanhood and into her underwear. Unable to clench and hold her waters back anymore, and it was starting to also seep onto the chair. Ms. Kelly made one final point. A last ditch effort to save herself and team from embarrassment. “And if you’re worried about the local paper and D.O.E board, I’m sure they would love to talk about the puddles we’re going to leave on stage if you keep this up.” The superintendent grumbled. “We’ll have a talk Monday. You don’t get to threaten me.” “Just do it. Help us, help you.” The superintendent walked off in a huff, Ms. Kelly had gotten through to her. Leaning over to Maci, Ms. Kelly shared the good news. “If you can wait, we just got a break. How are you holding up?” Maci only shook her head. Her body was preoccupied with holding an impossibility full bladder. She had nearly lost the ability for words. Ms. Kelly offered some sympathy “You’re not the only one. Look.” The teacher parted her legs a bit. Between her own uniform sat a stain, and a very small pool on her chair. Ms. Kelly had just stopped leaking, but the effort had left considerable damage to the crotch of her uniform. Maci looked at her red-headed teacher. Before she could think of a response, the crowd started clapping. The superintendent had concluded the celebration early, as Ms. Kelly had asked her to do. The softball team stood, all of them anxious to run to the restrooms that they thought were open. As the crowd filed out of the auditorium, the softball players and their desperate coach made their way to the side of the stage, partially hidden by a large curtain. Maci, with a stained crotch and bottom, fell back, her slow movements giving her internal struggle away. She felt an arm on her shoulder. Harper had grabbed a hold of her and guided her away from the group. The two hid next to the stage curtain, away from the crowd that was still dispersing from the auditorium. Maci was confused “Harper! What are you doing? I…I have to go…” “I saw what happened. I’m saving you from embarrassment.” “Wh-wha-“ “There’s no way you’re going to make it. Didn’t you hear? The bathrooms are still being worked on.” “N…no..” Maci voiced part of her defeat and disbelief. “You can go here. I’ll cover you.” “Um…” The band members were packing there things, only some of them passed by the girls. “The crowd can’t see you. I’ll cover you from the band. They won’t be able to tell if you just let it all out here.” Maci considered her options. She didn’t have many. Sticking her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, she started to pull down her already stained pants. She felt Harper give her a firm grip, stopping her movement “No. No Maci, I mean in your pants.” Maci’s eyes widened “You want me to pee my pants?” “I’m telling you its either here, hidden, or in front of the school, out there.” Maci teared up. She was being told to accept defeat. Harper could see the resistance in Maci’s eyes and expression. She decided to wear her emotions on her sleeve. “Maci. I was trying to figure out how to tell you this. But I really like your brother. And in the time I’ve known the both of you…I see you like a sister. I’m not trying to hurt you. I want to protect you.” She put her hand on Maci’s shoulder “I have the keys to the locker room. I can hide you. The girls’ll understand. Maci…please…trust me.” Rather than a response, Maci pulled herself into a platonic embrace from Harper. Harper rubbed Maci’s back. “It’s ok.” Quietly, a dripping, splashing noise could be heard. Harper looked down. Maci was doing it. A wide, transparent stain expanded past her already wet butt. Drips of clear pee ran out of each side, spitting out of her soaking wet pants. A consistent flow of desperately held pee broke free from her crotch and spilled out onto the stage, the tapping that could originally be heard was now replaced with a splashing as a puddle formed. The cascading wetness that escaped her now soaking wet labia created two massive flows down each of her thighs and spread across her legs as they ran down them. Maci whispered “It’s in my socks…” The girls uniform required the ladies to wear tall blue socks. The socks would show when they played ball, but their pants were worn over the long socks today. This protected Maci further, as they masked the flowing urine as it wet her socks. As the blue footwear darkened and streaked, it left almost no stain on the bottom of her pants. Still, a puddle formed under Maci, expanding as she completely voided her full bladder.  The band members who passed the two ladies were unaware of what was happening, Harper had successfully forced Maci to commit her act in the shadows. Despite the size of the puddle she was leaving, it wasn’t enough to show her action. She pulled away from the embrace, whispering “I peed…” “How do you feel?” “Warm.” Harper nodded as the last of the band members exited. She looked at Maci’s now transparent pants. Her pink panties showing through very obviously. “Pink panties with white pants?” Maci simply looked at Harper. Harper explained “You’re not supposed to contrast like that. You know. In case something like this happens to you.” “Can’t I just take them off?” “And give everyone a look at your whoha?” Maci looked down at herself again “What am I going to do?” “Would you like to borrow mine? They’re white, they blend in.” “Could I?” Harper nodded “Surething. Lets get you into the lockerroom before anyone sees you and you can have them. And fast. I have to pee too.” Harper was sure to hide Maci’s accident as they made their way through the hall. The lockerrooms weren’t too far from the auditorium, and the pair were able to make it unnoticed. Despite also needing to go, Harper disrobed and gave Maci her underwear to provide her some dignity. Leaving Maci in the lockers until the team got there, Harper hustled to find the others. ########### Reagan found herself and Makenzie lined up behind a few other students. They were waiting for the bathroom, as the workers had finally fixed at least one. The line was slightly shorter than it had been, with other students opting to hold it on the bus, or drive home. Others, those more desperate and many visible so, decided to wait in line. Though it increased the amount of time the girls had to wait, with many other desperate bladders earning relief in the two stalls available.  Reagan couldn’t help but smile at Makenzie’s expressive movements. Her friend had her skirt bunched up in her hand, and her knuckles on her crotch. She was swaying back and forth against the wall, swinging her hips like she was dancing. Reagan giggled, Mackenzie responded “Laugh if you want, but Devin noticed me!” She stuck her tongue out “Yeah, noticed you had to pee!” “Do you think that maybe he could see my panties? Do you think he liked them?” “How could he have seen them from there? You know what I think?” “What?” “I think he likes it when you have to pee.” Reagan smiled, a smile that hid her own worry that she might like it too Makenzie, who usually was embarrassed at lewd ideas, didn’t seem to mind when it came to her crush “Is that all I have to do? I just need to pee really bad? Then he’ll notice me?” “Maybe?” “But when am I going to need to go again this bad?” “You could always drink water before science class.” “What about science class?” The girls turned around, Ms. Kelly was behind them, only Reagan noticed her wet crotch “Oh, hi Ms. Kelly. Nothing. Missed you in class today.” “I missed teaching you guys…line’s not really moving, is it?” Mackenzie shook her head, as the rest of the softball team filed in behind Ms. Kelly. All of them except for Madison, who cut right in front of Makenzie. Reagan’s heart skipped a beat. Her crush. Instantly her mind went into overdrive. Ohmygosh she is so hot! Reagan was attracted to Madison’s height, and the girl had long, well built legs that wore her light, high-waisted jeans well. Reagan had fantasized about Madison, imagining that they were secretly in love, even though the two had never spoken before. Her ash blonde hair and sun-tanned skin were the icing on the cake. Another  thought entered her mind. A new one. Maybe she really has to pee. Maybe she’s bursting, what if she loses control in line? Reagan bit her lip as her sexual thoughts started to take hold. Suddenly, a push. It was Makenzie “Say something!” “Hm? Oh, yeah…Devin’s cute.” “What? I mean talk to her!” She pointed to Maddison “She cut in line, and I have to pee!” Reagan felt her hands get sweaty. Her chance to introduce herself. She opened her mouth, and her tongue tied. She closed her mouth. And tapped Madison on the arm. The tall girl looked at her, and Reagan nearly melted into her green eyes. Madison waited for her to speak “H-hi-hey…” “Hi.” That was all she could muster. Reagan looked back at Makenzie, Mackenzie looked annoyed. Ms. Kely spoke up “Could this line be any slower?” Her legs were crossed as she waited. Mackenzie responded “I know, the bathrooms have been down all day. I’ve been waiting…” “I can’t wait any longer, and neither can my girls. Mackenzie, your my best student, so I’m going to let you tag along. I have an idea.” Ms. Kelly dug into her pocket and produced a set of keys. She announced to her team “Girls, follow me!” Reagan stared at Madison as she followed the other softball players, only following when Makenzie motioned for her to follow. She was looking for any sign of desperation as they ventured to the science room. However, Madison walked without giving any. Reagan felt disapointment as she fell in line with the small group. What’s wrong with me? She asked, feeling guilt about another womans predicament. The lights were off in Ms. Kelly’s classroom. The substitute had left awhile ago. As they came on, and the room sprung to life, Ms. Kelly’s coaching experience took over while she revealed her idea to her students. “Alright, one, maybe two of you can use the sink.” She pointed to the massive basin. The sink was built to withstand chemicals and other science projects and their contaminants being dumped down the drain. As a result, it was built fairly large. This size would allow for at least two of her girls. Instead the stared at her. Ms. Kelly didn’t have time to take their silent objections into account. Insead she kept looking. “I guess we can also use a measuring cup or two…” She said more to herself than to her girls. Still, they all stared at her. Gianna, Grace, Blakelyn and Madison all stayed still, looking at each other. Then they heard something behind them. The assistant coach, Harper, took Ms. Kelly’s idea and grabbed the small metal trashcan by the door. She placed it under herself and flipped the lid off. Pulling down her pants, she exposed herself to her teammates. She got into a half squat, her butt just over the container. A light tapping could be heard. Then a droning splatter as Harper began to pee into the empty can.  A certain calmness overtook her as she relaxed. Calmly, she looked at the other girls and pointed, the droning hiss of her release wasn’t loud enough to take her voice.  “Two of you can use the recycle bin if you go butt to butt.” The blue recycle bin was a decently sized tub that sat on the floor. It still held papers in it that were awaiting recycling. Gianna and Blakelyn each grabbed a side and pulled it from the wall, placing it just infront of the still peeing Harper. The two of them disrobed while they listened to the assistant coach pee. Once their pants were around their ankles, they turned, leaving Grace, Madison, Mackenzie and Reagan standing. Grace asked “Hey where’s Maci?” “Ok girls? I’m going to ask you to be supportive. Maci’s wet her pants and-” “She’s not the only one.” Everyone in the room looked towards Madison. Wave after wave of clear liquid poured out of the back of her high-wasited jeans, and hissed down her legs. It moved quickly, in no time, it had reached past Madison’s kneecaps, enveloping both of her legs as a puddle formed on the floor. As it reached her cuffs, it began to wash into her shoes. Her hot urine poured into her sneakers, waterlogging them. Madison’s expression didn’t change. She was stonefaced, except for the shade of red that her cheeks were turning. Slapping thighs with her palms, she brought her arms back up and folded them, just under her breasts.  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, Madison resigned herself to the fact that she was having an accident. “O-oh! You’re making me pee!” Blakelyn spoke up, though she was already hoving over the recycle bin with her pants around her ankles, she began to spray a strong stream out of her and all over the papers in the bin. Like snow on a hot day, they melted under her forceful pee. “Me too!” Grace’s legs were shaking, she couldn’t stop the quick spirts of pee that were making their way into her uniform pants as she felt her bladder release. 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 pants open, she could only think of one thing to save her. Turning to Gianna, who had not started to pee yet, she pushed her teammate hard “Move! Let me piss!” The black girl tripped over her pants, which she had pulled down to pee into the bin. With a crash, Gianna nearly fell headfirst into the whiteboard. Instead, she fell to the floor. Grace ripped down her pants, her snatch hissing as a heavy stream of piss poured out. The sound on the pile of papers in the bin was unique, and it drowned out Blakelyn’s. Grace felt like a primitive woman. Without a care left, she knew she felt good, and that’s all that mattered.  “Grace, what the hell! Look what you’re making me do!” Gianna was rolled onto one hip, a small puddle began to form down her leg as her clear pee rolled down onto the floor. Her pink skin showed through her spread legs. It glistened with pee running through it and provided a stark contrast to her fawned skin. Reagan was unable to comprehend what was happening. Her crush had just wet her pants, and three other girls were peeing infront of her. She looked at Makenzie, her friend still desperate. “Guess we get the sink.” “We?” “I want to pee too.” Reagan didn’t need to go. But she was aroused. The only thing she could think of the calm herself was to pee. Grabbing Makenzie’s wrist, she led her to the sink, as the sounds of the softball girls peeing continued. Makenzie didn’t resist as Reagan put her own leg up on one side of the sink. Both girls were running on instinct. Reagan on sexual instinct, Makenzie on desperation. She spoke as the tow moved their panties to the side, exposing themselves to each other for the first time “I didn’t know you had to go to Reagan!” “Yup. I can’t wait anymore.” It was a lie. But Reagan did at least force herself to go. It dripped and dropped out of her, a much weaker stream than Makezie’s. Reagan watched as the stream from Makezie exploded forth, remaining strong. It sounded like there was a small river inside the room, and Reagan watched the entire show. As Makenzie pushed, her stream became even stronger. Then it stopped. Then it started again, this time weaker. But it continued to pour out of her in a rhythmic flow. She was not stopping. With one final contraction, her stream regained its strength and pushed out what remined inside her. She sighed. Relieved. The sounds of the other girls relieving themselves too had also started to die down as they finished. But there was still one more. The room filled with the sound of a liquid splattering into a container. Ms. Kelly had found an empty glass measuring cup. Shivers and feelings of relief ran up from her peeing slit up through her chest and body. As the cup filled it became heavy. For a moment though, she didn’t care; she just wanted to finally pee. It was warm, and the heat of her spray was felt through the cup and against her hand. She looked down, the cup was nearly full, and she was nowhere near done. There wasn’t much she could think of doing. But she had to find a way as her pee overflowed and began to splash the floor. She stopped, the pain of stopping her flow was unreal. It felt like her entire urinary system had bucked against her wishes to stop peeing, and in revolt, she started leaking again. Gingerly placing the cup on a lab table, Ms. Kelly called for relief. “Girls, bring the bin over here!” She grabbed her nude crotch “Oh! I…can’t…” Another splashing sound could be heard as pee flowed through the slits in her fingers.  She removed her hand and displayed both palms outwardly. Still standing, she explained “I’m peeing.” Ms. Kelly had gotten her pants around her ankles, and the slight arc that her pee had reached just in front of them as she stood. However, the expanding puddle on the floor and the splashing urine were still wetting her pants in strange patterns. Her legs were together, and her students and team could barely see their teacher’s pussy. Yet the clear splashing pee was snaking and making its way down her leg. They all watched Ms. Kelly pee. Like Madison and Gianna, she too had made a puddle on the floor. All of the women stood, still breathing heavily from their desperate relases. Madison stood in now cold jeans, and three distinct puddles existed on the floor. Ms. Kelly broke the news. “We…we still have the senior team photo girls.” She pulled up her pants. They were soaked. The back and the front. The sides and the cuffs. She examed them for a moment. “I guess Maci won’t be the only one with a stained uniform.” “I peed my pants too.” Grace added. She had, the crotch and inseams were wet and there was no hiding the stain. As Gianna pulled up her pants, part of her puddle had made its way onto the seat of her pants, and the crotch was stained from her leaking. “I guess we’ll call the janitor…” Ms. Kelly wasn’t looking forward to that conversation “I’ll clean it up!” Reagan offered “Me too!” Mackenzie added Ms. Kelly smiled, the first good news in a while “Thank you both. Don’t be surprised if you find some extra credit on your scores.” “Thanks Ms. Kelly!” They said in unison.  The softball girls walked out, leaving Reagan and Makenzie alone. Reagan had only offered to clean because of her new found fascination with pee. She was happy to have her friend help, but Makenzie didn’t need to know anything. At least not now. Reagan had already come to terms with who she was attracted to. Next was discovering herself further. She’d have much exploring to do after what she had witnessed that day; and her adventures were just getting started.  ########### As Madison walked down the wall in her squeaking wet shoes, she heard Gianna “Hey Maddie? Your make-up is a little off. Do you mind if I help you fix it?” Madison looked down at her former friend and shook her head. While the rest of the team went left, the two turned right. As they walked down the hall, Madison’s wet jeans and sqelching sneakers left a small trail of pee droplets. Having downed the green tea at the restaurant, her pants smelled strongly of pee.  The two made their way towards the bathroom, and their still stood a small line. Three girls, all of whom were notorious for smoking, and Sofia. The black haired girl with olive skin was hunched over, her hands buried deep into the crotch of her black leggings. She clearly could only feel agony in her desire to hold it. All she could do was pretzel her legs and lower her body into a quasi-squat. It must have hurt, and hurt badly. As Madison walked by, she felt someone clutch her arm. It was Sofia. The brat’s nostrils were flared, she thought Madison was trying to cut her in line. Gianna stepped in, pointing to Madison’s wet jeans and her stained uniform “Its fine. We just peed.” Sofia let them go, the group of smokers ahead of them. “Bitch.” Gianna whispered about Soifa “Yeah, but she has a perfect ass.” Madison argued. Gianna gave her a look as they stepped into the two stall bathroom. Both had to step over a puddle on the floor. Someone else hadn’t made it either. Two of the girls in front of the occupied a stall while their friend desperately danced at the stall door. Gianna made conversation as two desperate, forceful streams pounded the toilets behind her. “Look, Maddie…that was quite the experience, huh?” Madison looked down at her jeans “You could say that.” “I’m not taking back what I said. But I don’t want that to be our last talk either.” The two heard a shuffling. Looking behind them, the girl who had been left out of the stalls was now standing in the free space between the stall and the wall. Undoing her jeans, she was preparing to squat. Another girl that just couldn’t wait. Both Madison and Gianna could hear the other two peeing into the toilets, so there was little options. However Gianna offered one. “If you’d rather use the sink, we can move.” The girl turned around as she started to pee, a second puddle appearing on the bathroom floor. She had more acne than a high school senior should, a symptom of her unhealthy skin.  “Thanks but, I’ve already started.” She looked at Madison’s jeans “I couldn’t wait either.” She turned back to herself, squatting over the bathroom floor, bathing the tile in an eruption of hot piss. It sounded as if she was taking a shower. The force with which the girl was smacking the floor with her pee 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. Now desensitzed to the sights and sounds of pee, Gianna and Madison resumed their conversation. “So what would you rather have our last words be?” Madison asked “I want you to know that I don’t hate you. I don’t forgive you either, but I don’t hate you.”  Madison nodded as the sound of the other girls using the toilets ended. A new sound emerged. Sofia’s footsteps on the bathroom tile. She walked right though the puddle of pee that someone had left behind, and stood in front of one of the stalls. She knocked “Open the door.” She crossed her legs “Who is that? Sofia?” “You owe me 20 bucks. No way!” “Open this door this second!” “Not unless you pay me. I seen what your Dad drives, you got the money!” Sofia banged on the stall door to no avail. Gianna and Madison reumed their conversation again. “I am sorry about it. I just…I don’t know what I was thinking.” “I don’t know what you were thinking either.” Gianna pointed to Madisons stained jeans “But maybe the fact that you have to walk home in those is punishment enough.” “Yeah, that’s gonna suck. Worst part is, my sister’s the only one home.” “Yeah?” “Uh-huh. And I borrowed her panties. Panties that I pissed in.” “She’s gonna be mad.” “You know it. Hey…” Madison offered one final hug. The end of their time together. Gianna reciprocated. “I’ve got to go get my picture taken. Best of luck to you.” “You too.” It was then that Gianna tapped Madison on the back. She pointed to Sofia. The woman stood at the stall door, left leg cross over the right one. Despite her black leggings, a clear and obvious shien was running down the back of her leg. Drips, droplets and rivulets were making their way down towards the floor. The other girl, who had just finished peeing on the floor, made the situation known. “Hey Sofia’s pissing her pants!” “Really?” There was laughter “No way!” The girls in the stalls called out, and the stall in front of Sofia opened. She darted in as the other girl stood, but didn’t have time to pull her leggings down. Instead, she sat straight down on the toilet. 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. Both Madison and Gianna left the bathroom, leaving Sofia to be mocked by the other girls. A just deserts for her belittling of Jamie and others throughout Howe High. That’s what made the school special. Classes may come and go, students and drama may happen, but let no one muscle their way to the top, or they’ll come crashing down. The group picture of the softball team would go on as planned. Stained pants and all. The picture would be hung in the school lobby for a year, until that teams photo replaced it. But for the one with the stained pants and fake smiles of Ms. Kelly and her players, at least it was memorable. Everyone would remember the burst pipe for years to come. It was just another chapter in the history of Howe High.  A/N: After all 14K words, I have just one question. Who was your favorite character in this story? Edited June 16, 2022 by knockonthedoor (see edit history)
All right, let's begin. ------------------------------ Characters: Hailey, Riley, Tracy ------------------------------ Act 1: Besties Who Go Together Narrative: "After George's unfortunate wetting at the art room, Hailey Enoshima was feeling... how to put it... eerily glum. She hoped to see him lose himself in relief instead of hearing his infantile cries. Not a single club member was willing to talk about it with her... except for one loyal friend: Riley the Dozer." [The two girls talk in a whispering voice while in the library.] Hailey: (She walks in the library and up to Riley, who is sleeping in a bean bag chair with a gray notebook on her bosom.) "Hello... Riley? I wanna talk to you about something." Riley: "*yawns* ... huhhh? Oh. *yawning* Hi, Ms. Valentine." (She moves her notebook into her open backpack.) "What's bugging you?" H: "It's about the club meeting. I think we should go somewhere else, lest people know my most shameful secret..." R: "But there's only one art room." H: "That's not what I meant, Riley! What I meant to say is..." (She squirms a fair bit.) "I wanna walk to someplace where we can talk without nosy boys like Noel eavesdropping on us." R: (She notices Hailey's potty dance.) "Um... what does that have to do with *yawning* the movements you're making?" H: "J-j-just trust me, kapiche?" R: "Okay. *yawning* We should probably find a bathroom to kill two birds with one stone." H: "M-meaning...?" R: "We can have our conversation there and go to the bathroom together. *yawns* I know that's a habit of yours, Ms. Valentine." H: "*laughs* Okay, you got me. I wanna go pee real bad." R: (She presses her hands against her vulva and starts squirming alongside Hailey.) "Me too..." N: "So, they waddle their way down to the bathroom, with their hands below each other's pants and on their aching bladders." [Their voices return to their normal tones.] R: "This kinda feels good... Ms. Valentine, I wanna masturbate before we break open our seals... ahhh..." (She leaks a few dozen drops of pee and some love syrup.) H: "Yuck..." (She also leaks, but not as much.) "I think I just peed a little. *to herself* So gross..." R: "Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed about, Ms. Valentine. *yawns* It's normal." H: "It makes me look like a kid! Everyone knows that I'm not a kid anymore, so why would I pee my pants, even a bit?!" R: "*yawning* Let's get to the stalls, then we can talk about what's on your mind." Two minutes later... H: "*sing-song voice* Laa laa dee dum! We're finally here! *normal voice* Should we pee in adjacent stalls?" R: "Whatever floats your boat, Hailey... *yawns*" H: "OK! Adjacent stalls it is!" They open the doors to their respective stalls with squat toilets. Then... *pssssssssshhhhhhhhh* They both pee in adjacent squat toilets. H: "Aaaaahhhhhhh... this feeling of release... I don't know how to describe how glad I am!" R: "Ohhh... I feel relieved as well... ... now then, what's concerning you about the last time art club was in session?" H: "Um... well, I had an accident back there. It was SO gross, and the situation is SO damn complicated." R: "Hmm. Go on... tell me more." H: "Well, that's the thing. I can't exactly tell you more because it's against club rules!" R: "Well, the club isn't meeting again until next week, and we're not in the art room. Therefore, it's okay to talk about those kind of things." H: "What are you talking about?" R: "... Hailey, half of the club members admit to wetting their pants, me included. And I even like when I pee in my bed." H: "EWWWW! Peeing on yourself is, like, SUPER YUCKY! And besides, you're getting off topic!" R: "Whoops. Sorry. *yawning* Anyway, I would like to know more about your accident." H: "If I tell you more... you gotta promise not to talk about bedwetting." R: "I'll try not to." H: "Okay... before the meeting started, I had to pee. But Noel Johnson, the perv in the maid dress, decided to enter the girls' room. I thought he was gonna snoop on me! So I made some threats and whatnot, pin him against the wall, and what do I learn?" ... H: "Noel was just looking for me. He wanted his ass beat from our glitter torture after all those years of spying on us. So I handcuffed him, and he offered no resistance whatsoever. And you pretty much know what happened next, right?" R: "*yawns* Yeah. You brought him in, and the one named George tried to escape. He was desperate, too, but you didn't notice until he said 'I have to pee.' So, the glitter torture was performed on Noel's poor bum, and afterwards, George tried to escape again." H: "Then he had an accident and cried over it. He was like, "Wahh" and stuff. Now, I've never seen a grown-up act in such a way, let alone before I [redacted] them up. But I lost control over my bladder way too quickly." R: "... okay, now that I know what led to your accident, but how did you end up wetting yourself on the spot?" (drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip) [Hailey wipes her vulva thoroughly before answering.] H: "Well, I-" R: "Uhhhhh, actually, can it wait for a sec? *yawning* I wanna masturbate." H: "*to herself* Ew! Why does she always bring up 'mast berating' or whatever that yucky stuff is?! *to Riley* Okay, fine. Just make it quick." (She flushes her stall's toilet.) R: "Thanks." (She begins to finger her vagina without TP. Moans come out of her vocal cords.) "Uhhhhh... uhhhhhhh..." (She fingers herself faster and faster, and her moans get even louder, for about twenty seconds. Then...) "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" *splurt splurt* *pssssshhhhhhh* R: "Haaaaaaa... haaaaa..." (She starts peeing on her own hand, the same one she fingered herself with!) "*to herself* Ohhh yeaaah... oh yeah, oh yeah... oh yeah... that's the stuff, baby... yeah..." (drip drip drip drip drip drip) R: "*to herself* Man, that felt so good. And look at that, my hand's covered in my scent and my cream... ahh..." (She wipes her vulva, careful not to cum again, then flushes her stall's toilet.) "*to Hailey* Okay, I'm done!" (The two girls pull their pants up and wash their hands in the sinks.) R: "Now then, where were we?" H: "My most shameful secret... *deep breath* When I get sad, my peehole opens up and pee comes out. Plus, I'm more likely to get to that point in a short period of time than most people." R: "So, what you're saying is that... you have mood swings and that's what made your urethra fail? ... That's weird, but okay." H: "Thank you for understanding me, Riley. You're the best girl to pee and converse with!" R: "Hee hee. My pleasure, Hailey." ------------------------------ (Cue Roundabout by Yes) I'm sorry... for both that and the delay.
Now then, let's continue Part 2. --------------------- Act 2: A Hot-Headed Harem N: "Meanwhile, during lunch break, Tracy decided to take a quick shower in the girls' locker room. Her armpits were getting sweaty, and something else had bothered her a bit..." Tracy: "Hmm... nobody seems to have noticed that I'm not wearing any pants... is it because of the body paint on my downstairs? ... I should probably wash it off. Besides, I wanna show off my coochie sometime soon. It is my birthday, after all! Hee hee!" N: "Hailey and Riley were also getting into the showers after their gym class." H: "Ew. Riley, I think one of us got stinky during PE. We should shower up so we can get all that grime off us and come out smelling like peaches or something pleasant." R: "*yawns* Good idea, Ms. Val- I mean, Hailey." (She sniffs her armpits.) "Especially since I overworked on my arms and my pits got smelly. ... Did you get smelly, too?" H: "Let me check for a sec." (She sniffs her own armpits. Her BO almost makes her vomit.) "Yuck! Why did I do that?! I stink so bad, it's more so when you put your face under my shoulders!" R: "My thoughts exactly. Now, let's just clean ourselves up." [A few moments later...] H: "I seriously don't know why I thought smelling my underarms was a good idea in the first place." R: "Well, at least we can shower up." [Hailey and Riley enter the girls' locker room.] T: [somewhat far from Hailey and Riley] "OK, time to really expose my downstairs! I wonder if George would like seeing me like this... *sing-song voice* he's certainly seen me like this before!" N: "When Tracy entered the girls' locker room, she saw Hailey and Riley undressing. She blushed like she got a sunburn on her cheeks." T: (She covers her eyes in a pointless, humorous attempt to look more innocent.) "OH MY GOSH, I WALKED INTO SOMETHING I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE! I'M SO SORRY I'M SO SORRY I'M SO SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!!!" H: (She notices Hailey, who she hasn't greeted yet.) "Oh hi. Uh... we were just getting in the showers, that's all. It's okay to see us naked like this." T: "... wait... you're not going to slap me for walking in on you?" R: "*yawning* No, of course not. I mean, we're all girls here, right? Only girls are allowed in these premises." T: "But am I really a girl? Or are you just assuming I'm a girl so I can cheer up?" H: "Well..." (She looks down at Hailey's painted hips and vulva.) "You do have a ... p****, don't you?" T: "What's a p****? Did we just swear?" R: "The word p**** is used to describe someone's genitals. Take a look at ours. You should see a slit where the penis would be on a boy." T: (She closes her eyes in advance.) "Dare I look?! What if I get turned on by it?!" H: "*sighs* Shut up and take a look. We might have weird... bushes... but that doesn't mean it makes you a perv for noticing that." (As she says this, she walks up to Tracy and pries her hands from her eyes, which Hailey also begins to pry open.) T: (She tears up as Hailey pries her eyelids open and forces her hands down and to her sides.) "AAAAAAHHHH! No! No! Please! Please! Stop! Stop! Stop! STOP! ... stop... stooooooopp... stoooooooooppp... stoooooooppppppp..." (Hailey looks down at Riley's spade-shaped bush. As soon as her vision clears, her eyes widen a bit.) "*heavy breathing* ... that's not a bush you should hide under your pants... *more heavy breathing*" R: "Well, not here at least. I mean, it is a work of art, after all... *yawning* I carefully trimmed it this way." N: "Tracy was flabbergasted. How did this yawning lady not get caught by the security cams? And why was her friend okay with it?" T: "*even heavier breathing, near hyperventilating* I haven't even introduced myself yet! And we're already going down this route of conversation?!" H: "You're right. We should've started with that." (She moves away from Tracy.) "My name is Hailey Enoshima, but everyone calls me Valentine Hailey. Do you want to know why?" T: "*returns to normal breathing* Wha... why?" H: (She points down at her heart-shaped bush (which Tracy stares at), then turns around after a while and shows her butt, four hearts tattooed on each cheek.) "*laughs* That's why!" (She heartily (no pun intended) slaps her own butt cheek.) T: "My, my, Hailey... what a cute butt you've got there... *to herself* all the better to ride men with, I guess." R: "*yawning* And I'm Riley Smith. The Dozer, they call me." T: "*embarrassed yet in a friendly tone* Well, nice to meetcha and flash ya, Hailey, Riley!" (She takes off her shirt, revealing her large bosom. Her breasts are each tattooed with the Orzhov sun.) "My full name is Tracy Olivia Prancer, but you can just call me Tracy!" (She gets closer to the other two.) "Now then, let's pucker up!" R: "Yucky for you to say that and not shake hands... *yawning* let's do that instead." T: "Ah ah ah ah ah! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope-aminos! Nope-amon-jaro! Nnnope-ageddon!" H, R: "But why, though?" H: "Riley says that kissing spreads germs... *to herself* for whatever that's worth. Ha!" T: "*sing-song voice* Shaking hands can spread germs faster than kissing... so a kiss is healthier, if more crass!" (She moves in for the kiss, puckering her lips.) N: "It was all clear to Hailey. This was George's friend he mentioned after that one art club meeting! This friend of his had just now sung, word-for-word, what he had said that day!" T: (For a minute or so, she kisses Hailey and Riley on their "oral lips." Her reasoning for this: "If I kiss their downstairs lips, it wouldn't be as pleasant for them!") [After kissing]  "Well, then... let's all shower together! I promise I'll try not to jizz too much in there." H: "Wait. Just wait. You remind me of someone I met." T: "Who might that be?" H: "His name is George Lee, and I swore an oath to not let-" T: "Oh, that ABDL boy? I know him, too. George used to suckle on my boobies every so often. Heck, we even made love to each other and-" R: "Hold up, Tracy. You're saying you and George [redacted] before?" T: "Uh huh. We both had to pee, and the school locked us in for the night. Maybe they forgot we were there..." H: "So he's cheating on one of us with the other?! Oh my god, I should've realized this way [redacted] sooner! I. Am. Having. A. [Redacted]. Panic. Attack. Right. Now." T: "Calm down, Hailey... we can have a double date with him! Riley can even join on the fun and it'd be *sing-song voice* a triiiiiiple daaaaate!" R: "Uhhh... no thanks." T: "We could have so much fun in a big orgy pile with nothing on our hips!" R: "Uh... I'll, uh, think about it. You're making me so uncomfortable, Tracy." T: "*sing-song voice* Whoopsiiiiiiiiiiies! *normal voice* I apologize for my naughty, naughty imagination!" H: "Apology accepted. I still fantasize about George... anyway, let's get showered up." T: "May I be the little spoon?" H: "Sure, whatever that means." N: "Tracy adjusted the water temperature until it was warm enough for the three girls to get in, but not so warm that it would burn. Then they got in and washed up their bodies." H: "So, what is an ABDL? Is that an acronym for something?" T: "Yes! It is an acronym: ABDL stands for Adult Baby Diaper Lover. It's also known as 'omutsu' in Japan." H: "Ohhhh. I get it now... 'Adult Baby' must refer to George crying, 'Waaahh' in the art club... and doing other baby stuff in some places..." R: "Hailey doesn't feel comfortable talking about it. She blames her mood swings for a loss of bodily control." T: "*gasps* There's a kink for making people cry?! That's so messed up, no pun intended!" H: "I wouldn't call what happened a 'kink.' I feel like 'sudden wetting' is a more apt description." T: "Okay..." (She washes the paint off of her hips.) "How did you know I wasn't wearing pants, that this- *points to her now bare, unpainted hips* part of me was painted, including my peach fuzz?" R: "Because you just said and showed it... but I already suspected that you were bottomless from the moment we saw you." H: "I admire your bravery. Seriously, just walking around with your p**** and ass exposed? All the girls without pants would look up to you!" T: "I'm an exhibitionist. I'm aware of my physical attractiveness, and when I do something that's naughty in a public environment, say, a national park, I expect to be caught in the act." R: "Isn't there a simpler term for it... *yawns* like 'public indecency?'" T: "That's the rude term for it." R: "Oh... okay." T: "*moans and fingers herself* And speaking of attractiveness! Your bodies are so very lewdly beautiful... aaahhh... eeeeeeeep... it makes me wanna jizz!" H: "Yuck... Tracy, could you please not 'mack, stir, and hate?'" R: "It's 'masturbate,' Hailey. And besides, her p****'s not even that clean yet... *yawns, then whispering* why don't we rinse each other off?" H: "*whispering* Okay. We've got to be more resourceful, anyways." [Hailey and Riley touch each other's bodies thoroughly, to make sure that every single sud was washed off. Tracy thought it was for a different reason, considering how dirty her mind is...] T: "OH MY GOODNESS, YOU TWO! IT'S COMING OUT! IT'S GONNA COME OUT! YOUR LEWD ACTIONS ARE MAKING MY JIZZ COME OOOOOOUUUUUUUUUT!" H: "Tracy, that's not what we're-" *splurrrrt splurrrrrrt splurrrrrrrrrrrt* T: "*heavy breathing* ... too late... I jizzed a bit..." (She looks at her hand, which is obviously covered in love syrup.) "Ohhhh ... shhhheesh... that's quite a lotta jizz... I jizzed a whoooole lot..." (She repeatedly licks her hand.) "Mmmm!" (She continues licking.) H: "EWWWWW! GROSS! STOP IT!" R: "...that is kinda yucky. I have masturbated before, but I never tasted my own cream, let alone see another girl taste hers." T: (She stops licking her hand, smacks her lips, and places her palm under her vulva.) "Oops. Sorry, ladies... but my jizz was too delicious to just clean off!" *splurrrt* "*delightfully moans some more, then switches to a playful tone* Here! Try it!" (She playfully extends her cum-covered hand.) *cue laughter as Tracy walks around the shower, extending her "jizzy" hand away from the water streams, while Hailey starts pushing herself and Riley away from said hand.* H: "Ew ew ew! Nonononononononono! Riley, this girl is so gross! She might be a boy inside!" R: "I really shouldn't taste your cream, you know? But... eh, whatevs." (She sucks on Tracy's hand, then pushes it out.) "Hmm... tastes like cherry pie... that... is deceptively yummy." H: "Okay, Tracy. That's enough 'maps-to-raiding' for one girl." (She gets Tracy under the water streams and begins to wash Tracy's body off, similar to how she washed off Riley's body.) T: "H-h-hey! Stop groping me!" H: "Oh, I'm sorry, am I supposed to leave you to clean yourself up? No! We're wasting water here! So hold still, Tracy. This'll be done in no time! N: "Tracy and Hailey struggled and argued with one another, until..." T: ("I'm gonna jizz again. Well, time to feign surrender.") "Alright, Hailey, you win this time, but the next time I jizz, you'll hafta taste it. Deal?" H: "Deal. Wait-" T: "You've made the deal, Hailey. Let's smooch on it!" H: "Okay." [Tracy and Hailey kiss each other.] T: "... did you put any soap on my coochie?" H: "You mean your p****? ... 'cuz if that was what you meant, then no, I didn't." T: "OK, then." ("Good. She's fallen for the trap! *laughs playfully*") "I'm gonna need you to lie down for a moment, face up, eyes closed." H: "... all right." (She does as Tracy says.) "... d-did Riley miss a spot on m-m-me?" T: (She lowers her butt, inch by inch. "*sing-song voice* Heeeeere it cooooooomes!") ... [Tracy sits on Hailey's face, just in time for Hailey to taste Tracy's love syrup!] *spluuuurrrrrrrrt* T: "Haaaaaaaa... feels so good to jizz in another person's mouth..." [Riley stood there, not knowing if she's aroused or terrified by Tracy's actions.] H: "*muffled, terrified* Mmm! Mmmm! MMMMMMPHHH! MMMMMMMPHHH!" ("Oh god! I'm trapped! Riley! George! Noel! A-a-anyone! PLEEEEEASE! HEEEELLLLP MEEEEEEEE!!") {not a translation, but rather Hailey's thoughts...} [Later, when Tracy squirted out the last of her love syrup] H: "*trying to whimper* Phmmmph mmmmmph mmmmmmmm..." T: "Okay, that's the last of it!" (She lifts her butt up, slowly but surely.) H: "*gasps for air when Tracy's butt gets off her face* *breathing for a bit, then whimpering* That was so scary... I wanted my mom to help... *cries a fair bit*" T: "If you didn't want my butt on your face, you shouldn't have been so ready to lie down... anyway, how did my jizz taste?" H: "*still whimpering* It was terrible..." T: "How did my jizz taste, though?" H: "*STILL whimpering* I guess it was okay... kinda like how Riley described it... cherry pie, was it? ... Please don't bring that up ever again... *cries more*" T: "I'm sorry for scaring you, Hailey, but I thought facesitting would be a pleasant surprise for you. ... I'll try not to forget that you don't like it..." H: "*while crying* It's OK, Hailey... just don't do it to me ever again. Promise?" T: "*sing-song voice* Prrrrrromiiiiiiiiiise!" N: "The two girls kissed each other, to keep the facesitting incident behind them, to reaffirm their friendship, and to start living more happily ever af- dammit! I said it again! It only works once, you know!" *cue slight laughter and then applause.* ----------------------- ...I mucked up, didn't I?
this story was inspired by a Facebook post I saw advertising a pta car bout fundraiser with a note saying ‘please note the school building will be closed during this event and there will be no access to the facilities.” The car boot sale  When Alyson sent me the advert on messenger I ought to have read the small print. Entirely my fault I guess. All I saw was that it was for her kid’s school and she knows I’ll do anything for my nieces so I, of course, said yes. Anyway I’m always looking for opportunities to sell my home made cakes so it sounded perfect.  I spent the whole week baking after work. It was exhausting but great fun and, for me, very relaxing. Armed with bags of goods, cardboard presentation boxes filled with cup cakes, cones of various sweets and even a pile of flyers advertising my prices I packed my car as full as possible, swallowed my second coffee of the morning and headed to the school a few towns away.  Arriving half an hour before opening I was surprised just how busy it already was but I was directed in and reversed into a good spot and started setting up. A lady with a lanyard came around asking for my admission fee and looked at my cakes. She bought a bag of fudge making my first sale. It was all looking great! To the left of me was a Volvo with a boot bulging with kids toys and books and to the other side of me was this middle aged man with red hair who I later found out was actually one of the teachers! I should have maybe guessed that since his boot was full of brand new books and stationery from a well known educational supplier!  We passed the time of day with each other as we busied ourselves with setting up as more people began gathering near the school gate. I watched as a burger van was directed into the car park and parked up. My nieces would be thrilled at that I thought!  From the very start business was steady and my eldest niece Katy came rushing to say hi to me fairly early on. I did ask if she wanted to stay and help but the lure of everything on sale seemed way too tempting. Alyson did pop by and asked if I’d like a tea or coffee. I wasn’t going to say no now was I? It was meant to be on from 10am until 1pm but the way things were going I wondered if I might sell out too early. I spread out my cakes more as things sold and enjoyed the whole atmosphere and listening to the chat between sales. It was a lovely morning and I was so pleased for my sister that the event was going so well. The only little niggling thing was that I was starting to need a wee. Nothing too bad and as an experienced car booter I am adept at waiting so I didn’t worry much about it at that point.  That was until this family came up to my car looking at my cakes. The woman was well built, looked to be in her thirties and the male was dressed in joggers and a football shirt with his hair in a pony tail. With them was a young lad with hair past his ears and joggers on just like the man. The woman was in raptures about my baking admiring the boxes of cakes and asking about my prices for birthday cakes and cupcakes. The man meanwhile was munching on a burger from a brown paper bag and the lad was drinking from a can of coke. Despite talking to the woman it was the lad that was stealing my attention as he wasn’t standing still and was looking towards the school anxiously. After the woman finally decided on what she wanted and made her purchase they walked over to the car next to mine to look at the toys and books. I glanced over just as the boy seemed to tug the woman, who I presumed was his mum, and said he wanted to go home. I was so mortified for that lad at the woman’s response as she spoke so loudly that the entire car park could have heard her!  “I’m trying to support your school Gius! Look at these little action figures! You loved these last summer! You sure you don’t want a new one? Look they’re only £2 too!”  “Mum! You know I don’t play with those any more! Can’t we just go home now, please!”: “Why? What you wanting home for? To sit in your room playing computer games? Let’s see what else there is here!”  Much quieter than his loud mouth mum the young lad shook his leg, bowed his head and looked at the ground.” “I just want the bathroom that’s all.”  “We’ll you should have went before we left home then shouldn’t you!”  As I said she was loud and people couldn’t help but overhear. I tried looking everywhere other than at that family, trying to reshuffle what was left of my cakes and sweets and trying to distract myself from my own body’s need. It wasn’t the first time I’d had a full bladder at a car boot and it wouldn’t be the last but I definitely didn’t want to hear about anyone else in the same situation. That was when the red haired man next to me looked at me and suddenly spoke to me.  “They should have pushed more to get the school open really. I know the PTA didn’t want the extra expense but I could have predicted this would happen.”  I gave him a double take as I processed what he’d said.  “They haven’t opened up the school?”  “Nope. The committee wasn’t willing to pay the janitor. They did put it on the flyer but even so it was bound to happen with a public event. They weren’t thinking of us stall holders either clearly!”  He nodded to me and I realised I was sort of bouncing on my heels whilst moving stuff. Was he aware I had to pee or was he just making casual comment? I wasn’t sure at that point but he went on to say he was a teacher and that he had seemingly pointed out to the pta that they weren’t really considering the stall holders, nor the public, especially children,  but they were insistent that they wouldn’t make money if they had to pay the three hour let for the whole building just to get access to toilets.  I nodded not really sure what to say as I let the fact there was no toilets sink in my mind. As I say I felt sort of awkward especially knowing my sister was on the pta committee so I looked around hoping for some more customers and noticed the family with the boy were still hanging about despite the child obviously getting more and more distressed. The red haired teacher obviously noticed too as I heard him mutter quietly, “You’d think they’d notice he’s bursting. Poor boy.”  Our eyes met again and I smiled awkwardly. He was cute looking and obviously caring and for the first time I noticed he was learning on his own car with one ankle over the other. Just then another customer came over and I turned my thoughts back to selling. After they left with a box of cupcakes I turned to rearrange the last of my stuff feeling a bit of a breeze waft up the edge of my dress heightening my need to pee rather a lot. I tried disguising it by moving around but I had this weird feeling I was being watched. However, when I turned back I couldn’t see anyone looking at me at all.  Up until this point I had been standing by my car but I had been out for over two hours by this point and my legs and feet were starting to ache. I was also finding it harder to stand still as the tingling feeling between my legs increased to the point it was very distracting. As an experienced car booter I opened the side door of my car and pulled out a canvas fold out chair. As I opened it out the man nearby was standing leaning on his car this time with his legs crossed more at the knees as he smiled down at me.  “I wish I had thought of that! Can you tell it’s my first time ever doing a car bout sale?”  “Really? I wouldn’t have known. You’ve done pretty well by the looks of it anyway. I actually forgot all about this seat until my feet began aching there.”  “Ah. That explains the moving around then.”  I wasn’t about to tell a stranger that my movement was nothing to do with my feet and more to do with my full bladder so I decided the safest option was just to agree with him.  “This is much better now though.”  I glanced at my watch as I noticed the crowd thinning a bit.  “Wow. Only 45 minutes to go. I might just sell out by then.”  As there was no-one currently looking at his wares he stepped towards mine and took a good look at a box of cupcakes. Picking them up he brought them closer towards me.  “I can see why. These look delicious. How much for the box?”  I took his money and thanked him.  “Fancy checking out what I have to offer then?”  I blushed, immediately thinking his words meant something different before realising he literally meant looking at his educational supplies as he nodded to his open boot. I really didn’t want to get off my chair as sitting down was helping me hold my pee so much easier but I kind of felt I owed him so I stood up and took a few steps towards his open boot.  It was that standing up that really changed things. All of a sudden it was like my bladder was sending these urgent pangs and all I could think about was finding a bathroom! Of course I already knew the school was closed and it was impossible to get my car out the car park with the crowd and all the cars parked up selling so I was essentially trapped with nowhere to go! I feigned an interest in the encyclopaedias and maths books but I was hyper aware of the fact I had one leg rubbing the back of the other and my hands were rubbing my thighs too. I knew I was sweating and awkward looking so I picked up a book on Victorian Britain just to try and distract myself.  “Fascinating period of history that. Marbles, spinning tops, petticoats, corsets and not forgetting the lack of running water and chamber pots!”  I felt myself blushing. Why had he had to mention running water and chamber pots? I put the book back and muttered something about not having kids yet and quickly sat back in my canvas folding seat immediately crossing my legs tightly. He laughed a little but I kept my eyes as far away from him as I could. All I could think about though was his mention of a bloody chamber pot! Oh how I would have loved one of those right at that point!  There was a bit of a last minute clamber for final bargains but by 12:45 it was obvious the boot sale was winding down. The Volvo next to me was starting to pack up what was left of their second hand toys and books and I heard the red haired teacher talk to me again.  “At last! Oh to get home for a cup of coffee and a sit down!”  As I packed away what was left of my baking I muttered to myself as I bounced around nervously, now desperate for the loo. I hadn’t intended anyone else to hear me of course!  “And a toilet! Oft I so can’t wait to get to one of those!”  “You’re not the only one!”  I turned in shock and embarrassment to see my car neighbour facing away from the last of the crowd with one hand awkwardly over his crotch and his cheeks scarlet. Checking behind him to make sure no-one was watching he stepped closer to me still clutching between his legs.  “Remember that boy earlier telling his mum he wanted home? I’ve been needed to go since before then! I actually can’t believe the pta never paid to get the school open!”  “Me neither. But don’t tell my sister I said that! Oh feck I’m bursting here! You think they’d let us go?”  “What? Right now?”  I looked him in the eye as his face reddened even more as he squeezed his thighs together as I bounced around.  “I meant the cars. Not weeing!”  “Of course! Sorry! I have pissing on the brain I’m afraid. So got to go!”  I chuckled and pressed a hand between my own legs as only he could see (I hoped anyway!) “Me too!”  I closed my boot down and remained sitting on my seat squeezing my muscles in and begging time to go faster. Oh how badly I had to go by that point! It really was all I could think about! I must have drifted off a bit into my own desperate mind as I jumped when one of the cars beside me closed their boot with a bang making me leak a bit with the shock. Blushing and looking around anxiously I noticed that the teacher wasn’t there any more. His can boot was now closed but I had no idea where he had went. It was the. I saw my sister approach me looking tired but happy.  “You sold out too? Seems everyone has done well! I’m going to head home with the girls now but we’ll FaceTime later tonight as usual. Thanks so much for coming today! You know it means such a lot to us.”  I really wanted to get up and hug her to say goodbye but I knew if I was to stand up I would immediately wet myself I was so desperate! In fact after the jump with the car boot closing I could feel my grip loosening by the second! I was honestly sitting there thinking to myself if i sit here any longer I am going to leave a puddle! I waved to Alyson as she walked briskly away towards the gate where my two nieces were waiting with bags. I really wanted to get in my car but I could see none of the cars had left yet and it looked like they were trying to herd the last of the stragglers out the school gate so they could open it to let the cars out one by one so I just sat there squeezing and tensing and praying I could hold on.  Meanwhile I still couldn’t see the teacher guy until several minutes later when I heard a car door and then heard him behind me.  I turned to see him walking around the front of his car away from everyone as he came beside my chair and leaned on it casually.  “Finally. Looks like we can leave at last.”  How was he so calm sounding when I was absolutely frantic and struggling to even talk? I looked up to see him smiling and relaxed. My puzzled look must have been obvious as he leaned quietly down and filled me in.  “You’re not the only one who had something in their car to help them relax! I couldn’t wait any longer so I sat in my car and used an empty bottle I had in the door well. It was that or piss against the car!”  Talk about feel jealous! Here I was nearly wetting myself while this man, whose name I didn’t even know, had just emptied his bladder metres from me into a bottle without anyone knowing! I wanted to scream at the unfairness. I sat silently not even knowing what to say when finally he broke the silence.  “Pity that book didn’t come with some real artefacts. Marbles maybe, or a petticoat…or a chamber pot perhaps?”  I think the redness of my face, the way I was sitting, the ways my mouth tensed and how my knuckles were white with gripping the sides of the fold up seat all told him what he needed to know. I knew then looking at the people talking and the closed gates and the locked school that I wasn’t going to make it home dry. I closed my eyes as another strong bladder spasm pushed against me. As tightly as I tried to squeeze and fight against it it hurt and the pressure was incredibly strong. A spurt shot out making my pants warm and damp. I bowed my head and took a deep breath trying to wade off the discomfort.  If he knew what was happening he was at least sensitive enough not to say and kind enough to step forward and casually cover me. I gasped softly as another urge pushed down from my distended aching bladder as another warm spurt escaped. This time it took seconds longer to clamp off and I could feel the chair was now damp with my pee. The man glanced back and winked but then immediately turned away and looked around as if trying to protect me. I leaned slightly forwards trying not to cry as my hands gripped the side of the chair tightly. I couldn’t go on. I couldn’t hold even another second as I raised my bottom ever so slightly from the canvas seat and relaxed as urine whizzed steadily out from between my legs, soaking through my pants and running down my leg, collecting on the canvas chair before slowly soaking through and dribbling onto the ground.  I longed to stop but my body wouldn’t let me as I did all I could to balance myself and keep at least the front and sides of my dress dry. My pee was pooling on the chair as I peed so furiously that it was now meeting my knickers that were slightly raised above it. Yet I still couldn’t stop going! The metal legs of the chair were soaked, the seat pretty much ruined I expected and I was utterly mortified.  Apparently the pta raised a fortune and not one person complained about the school building being closed so they have no plans to change it next year. I’m certainly not going to ever mention to my sister what happened that day but from now on I will definitely be reading the small print on things.  Oh and I had to get a new fold up chair but I found a great one at a car boot sale the following week. I found a book about Victorian Britain too but I left that one. It reminded me far too much of that day for some reason…..
I'm not 100% sure what outcome you (@NYCToiletSlave) want from this, whether some idea outlines because your inspiration dried up or a 'descriptive climax'. I kinda feel if someone were to put the effort into writing a good ending, they might want to re-write the setup too, to ensure continuity of style and so on. For example, I would want to give people names rather than keep saying 'my co-worker', 'his wife' and so on. OK. I've just read the intro properly and I think you want someone to take on board the setup and finish the story memorably. Because that is what you said. So I am going to call the co-worker Larry and the lady Brooklyn. You can edit that if you disagree! Secondly, I am going to edit the two males, so that Larry is athletic, tall and roughly the same age as Brooklyn, and the narrator is younger but not so well built or sporty. He feels a bit in awe of Larry. You have posed two questions, I think. 1. Why does Larry tell Brooklyn 'dont' fuck him' in his hearing (and why does he fall asleep after saying that)? 2. How on earth anyone can have sex 'accidentally'? So this is my take. Not finished yet. All I have time for right now. I back-tracked one paragraph... By the time we pull up at the house, Brooklyn is squirming and rocking from side to side in her seat. I became seriously concerned for my upholstery, so the moment the car stopped, I leapt out and went round to her door. She was sat there without moving, hand wedged between her thighs, a look of desperation on her face. I gently opened the door so as not to disturb my buddy, held out a hand and said, “Alright, let’s get you inside”. She grabbed it and said pathetically, “Help me. I’m about to piss my pants. I need to get inside”. I eased her out of the car and held her arm while she hobbled towards the house, taking tiny steps to keep her thighs pressed together. Twice she just froze, one leg twisted round the other, gripping my arm tightly, beads of cold sweat breaking out on her brow. She must have been on the very brink of losing control. We made it to her front porch, and she leaned on me as she cautiously lifted one foot onto the first step and brought the second foot up to it. She gave a brief sigh of relief at having made it. She tackled the second step more confidently, but as soon as she had done that, a hand flew to her crotch and she virtually doubled up, making me say, ‘Oh my god, are you alright?’ All she could do for several minutes was pant, striking my arm repeatedly in her pain, until the wave of desperation receded sufficiently for her to look at me gratefully and say, ‘Nearly made it,’ and take the last step to the door. Suddenly she groaned. She tried the door handle, but it was of course locked. ‘I can’t believe it. I forgot my purse. My keys are in it.’ ‘Oh no! Where is it?’ ‘In the car. Down by the front seat. Would you…?’ But I was already on my way, sprinting back down the path. Larry was still asleep as I wrenched open the door, grabbed the purse and ran back. Brooklyn was hopping from one foot to the other, bobbing up and down on the porch, one hand shamelessly buried between her legs, the other reaching out impatiently for the bag. She scrambled inside it, ‘Where are they? Come on, where are they?’ seized the set of keys and tried to select the right one, jogging on the spot and panting. She found the right one and plunged towards the lock, struggling to get it to go in. ‘Here, let me,’ I offered, but before I could help, she half groaned, half wailed, a cry of despair. Her jeans erupted with an avalanche of pee. Leaning forward to the lock as she was, her crotch became almost instantly soaked and streams rolled off her bum to splash onto the porch. I could see the line of wet soak up her rear towards the waist, while her legs became drenched, more streams running off her knees. Her high heels were soon disgorging liquid like overfilled drains after a storm. The sound of splattering onto the porch seemed to continue for an age, and I was about to say something reassuring when she said, ‘Oh,’ in utter relief, straightened up and faced me. With a smile she said, ‘Wow, I needed that!’ I realised she had finally stopped, though the pee was still running across the porch and disappearing under the deck. ‘Oh, man,’ she continued. ‘look at the state of these jeans.’ She inspected the damage, lifting each leg to see how far the wetness had traveled, and looking behind her to check her bum and the back of the legs. ‘Can you see how high it went at the back?’ she asked, turning her rear to me. ‘It’s right up to the pockets and beyond,’ I informed her. ‘That was a massive one, wasn’t it?’ she smiled. ‘I’ll have to squeeze some of the pee out of them before I go in,’ she added, running her hands down the front of her legs like squeegees, then getting them right into her crotch and squeegee-ing down her thighs. She seems surprisingly unembarrassed, even proud of herself. I felt she was as much showing off to me as getting rid of excess wetness. And I appreciated the show. I saw her clock my bulge and she gave me a sultry grin. ‘Oh hang on, I haven’t finished yet,’ she said, and facing me with feet apart, another gush of pee came out of her crotch, showing instantly on the soaking jeans and glistening under the porch light. Her look told me everything: she was very aroused. And she knew I was too. But the show was not quite over. There was a bit more squeegee-ing, then she crouched right down, squeezing out a line of drips from her bum. ‘Hmm, my jeans are too wet for me to wear indoors,’ she told me. ‘Here, hold my elbow while I take them off.’ She undid the button, unzipped them and pulled them down, revealing a pair of black thongs, soaked through, of course. I steadied her while she pulled the clinging pants off her legs and dropped them in a pile on the porch. ‘These are very wet too,’ she said, thumbs already hooked over the waistband of her thongs and giving me a seductive look. ‘Shall I remove them too?’ I opened my mouth to answer, but all that came out was a croak. I cleared my throat and said, ‘I think you ought to. You don’t want to drip on the floor.’ She looked around, checking the car for movement, then pulled the panties down with a sort of see-sawing motion of the hips, a dark triangle of hair coming into view. As they slid down her thighs, the gusset stuck in her crotch momentarily, then fell away to show a plump, naked vulva with a frill of flesh protruding. A drip appeared on the hanging lips, sparkling briefly before falling off. ‘I need you to help me with something in the bathroom, if you don’t mind.’ Brooklyn said, opening the door and leading the way down the hall. ‘What did Larry mean...’ I started. ‘Well, it’s complicated. We have an open relationship. Either of us may take another partner so long as it’s just for sex – it mustn’t affect our relationship – and we’re honest to each other about it. And each of us has a veto. So Larry was just firing a pre-emptive shot back there. I know he doesn’t want me fooling around with anyone he works with. You can understand why. If he hadn’t said anything, the whole subject would never have come up.’ She paused and turned to face me, standing very close to me, her halter top nearly touching my chest. ‘Shame though. I could really fuck you right now.’ Edited May 22, 2022 by MoistMark (see edit history)
Part 2 Without waiting for an answer she took me by the arm and into the bathroom. ‘Would you run the water in the shower for me?’ she asked. ‘Yes. What did you want me to do?’ ‘I’ll show you in a minute.’ I turned on the taps and kept putting a hand under the shower head till it was warm. ‘It’s ready,’ I said. ‘Take off my top,’ she commanded, arms raised so I could lift it over her head. I knew how big her boobs were, of course. The top did not disguise their shape. But I was surprised by how much her nipples stood out. The areolas were flushed a deep red and were almost dome-shaped; the long, hard nipples sitting high on her breasts. I didn’t know white women’s breasts could turn that color. I dropped the top and without meaning to, slipped my hands over those twin delights, the silkiness of the skin contrasting with the stiffness of the nipples in the palm of my hand. ‘Hey, mister,’ she reproved. ‘Don’t go getting all turned on now.’ She gave me a look that belied her words, and took down my pants in one movement, my cock springing upwards like a bent sapling suddenly released. We both feverishly removed my top, and she stepped into the shower. ‘I need you to soap me all over,’ she said, beckoning me in. The next ten minutes were sheer heaven. I soaped up my hands and lavished their attention upon every part of her body. As I cleansed her breasts she gathered her wet hair and put it behind her, arching her back so my hands were filled with their shape. When I caressed her bum with the soapy bubbles, she pressed her body against mine. She leaned back against the wall, legs apart, while I lathered her private hair. Only when I touched her pussy did she halt me, saying ‘Not with soap. I’ll do that.’ Then it was my turn to be washed, Brooklyn exploring me so thoroughly – roughly clawing at my chest and scrubbing my back with a loofah, digging fingers right into my bum crack and slavering soap onto my penis – that I felt known in a way I had never before. After rinsing us both, we left the shower and dried ourselves with warm towels from the rail. Brooklyn said, ‘I can’t wait any longer. Please take me.’ She bent over the bath, hands resting on the side, offering her rear to me like a gift, legs apart, pussy wet and inviting. ‘What about Larry?’ I asked. ‘What about me?’ he said. I nearly yelped. Larry was standing there, his muscular frame filling the doorway. The front door must have been left open, because I did not hear him come in. ‘You heard her. Take her now.’ ‘But…?’ ‘She wants you to. I want you to. You want her. So take her.’ So saying, he undressed deftly and remained in the doorway, his magnificent cock standing proud and erect. If Brooklyn had not turned her head towards me again and urged ‘Please,’ I might have backed out, but at that encouragement brought the tip of my penis to her waiting lips, softly parting them and anointing them with pre-cum. I looked again at Larry, half expecting him to erupt with anger, but his face was one of such yearning that I pushed myself into Brooklyn’s pussy, making her sigh softly and move her body to greet me. Then my confusion and uncertainty was forgotten as the heat of desire banished all other considerations. After just a few strokes, she began to whimper with each thrust into her. Larry remained transfixed, intensely watching me sliding in and out of his wife, his own penis glistening with the juices of arousal. Brooklyn surprised me. Despite our lack of physical foreplay, she responded quickly, her whimpers building in intensity until she was uttering a noise on each movement. Before I was half-way there, she reached a climax, head back, body shaking, mouth a ‘round O of delights’. I continued thrusting and she began to build to a second climax, gasping as I took hold of her hips and plunged into her depths, setting her breasts swaying and jiggling. Her pussy was warm and smooth with our juices, and her muscles clamped down on my penis so it was all I could do not to come instantly. She orgasmed noisily, body convulsing so uncontrollably that I could hold back no longer, and my cum joined hers in a series of jerks that left me dizzy from hyperventilating. She turned back to me and grinned her appreciation. ‘That was fantastic. But don’t stop!’ I needed a breather, though, and Larry was indicating he should take over, so I slid out of Brooklyn and sat on the toilet seat, while he took a moment to kiss and caress her, running his fingers through her hair before tracing the lines of her body as it curved in for her slender waist and out again over her hips. His large hands cupped her round bum, then he let a finger run from the depression in the small of her back right down between her cheeks to her vagina. Two fingers separated her lips; one carried some of my cum up to her clitoris, moving over and around it till she was moaning loudly. Then he took her roughly, banging into her so hard and fast that she reached a peak in a series of screams, the last a drawn-out cry from the depths of her being. She collapsed onto the side of the bath gasping and groaning. Larry paused, having come out of her when she collapsed, but soon started to stroke and caress her anew. ‘No, no more,’ she breathed. So he lifted her up in his strong arms, turned her round and closed her fist on his cock. She stroked and rubbed it until he too was puffing and panting, and soon he was jerking and shaking, white cum exploding from between her fingers onto her hair and breasts. *** There followed a time, I can’t tell you how long it lasted, while all three of us sat or lay where we were. What had passed had been too intense for speech, for thought. Slowly, though, we started to recover. Brooklyn was the first to move, coming over and kissing me tenderly, her cum-streaked hair tickling my chest. Then she did the same to Larry, and said, ‘Thank you boys. That was so hot!’ Larry looked at me and asked, ‘Was that the end to the evening you were expecting?’ Of course I had not. ‘But one thing, Larry. You told Brooklyn not to fuck me.’ ‘Oh, I lied!’ Brooklyn broke in. ‘He just meant, “Don’t fuck him until I arrive.” He will have followed us in and waited in the hall listening until I said “Take me.” That was our sign.’ ‘So it was all planned?’ I asked in amazement. ‘Sure,’ Larry said. ‘Ever since I told Brooklyn about your pee thing, she’s been begging me to arrange to play with you. It’s a big thing for her too, as you saw.’ ‘Wait, how did you know about that? I’ve never spoken about it.’ ‘Oh come on! Remember when Brigitte at work wet her panties because the baby kicked her bladder? She had to excuse herself in a meeting. When I mentioned it to you, you were all, “Oh, I wish I’d seen that’, and “What a pity I wasn’t in that meeting.” It was very obvious!’ ‘So I thought I would like to have some real pee fun with you, and then fuck you.’ Brooklyn continued. ‘I know you’re into me – the way you look at me when we go out for drinks together. And Larry is quite into you too.’ ‘What do you mean? I never thought…’ I trailed off. ‘Meh, I’ve always thought you were quite cute. I didn’t mind seeing you bang my missus, let’s put it that way.’ Brooklyn gave Larry a huge hug, and reached out a hand to me too, to draw me into the cuddle. ‘Thank you both again,’ she smiled. ‘Happy birthday, Brooklyn.’ Edited May 22, 2022 by MoistMark (see edit history)
Hi Everyone,  So it's been awhile since I’ve written everything, mainly due to work, university, and just generally moving around a fair bit. Some of you may remember my long standing story (University Accidents) which gradually came to an end due to the sheer amount of effort that was needed to finish it all off - I just ran out of steam.  Anyways, I’ve got a free summer ahead of me, and I’ve had these new ideas in my drafts for ages...and  I thought it was time to write them up and release. This is a 5-part story is about a girl called Lucy… Chapter 1 is a little short but they do get longer in due course,  this is just a brief introduction.  I hope everyone enjoys 🙂 *** THE GYM (PART 1) The gym was my sanctuary! It was a place where I could plug my headphones in and zone out - or zone in, depending on how you looked at it. My third, and final year of university had been tough going and extremely intense but luckily, somewhat thankfully, I had Thursdays and Fridays off; these were my gym days. It was mid-February and today was an especially cold Friday afternoon, I was glad to get out of the icy air and into the university gym complex - the large three story building had a swimming pool, a climbing wall, and courts of any racket sport thinkable.  I headed quickly down the stairs to the changing rooms, dropping my bag, keys and wallet off before bounding back up, through the double-doors and into the gym. I’d been listening to the FT’s daily news briefing on my way, walking in, but it had just finished, now exposing me to the chatter of the relatively busy gym, and clanging of weights. I pulled out my phone, scanning my Spotify playlists before deciding on my running playlist - the music kicking in, blasting away in my ears. The gym was on two levels, the main area, with all the free weights and machines in, and the veranda, which had some mats and most of the cardio equipment - treadmills, bikes, cross trainers, and rowing machines. There was a row of ten treadmills at the back of the veranda; only one being occupied - nearest the wall. Of course, I had my own favourite, the fourth from the end, which I quickly stepped on, to make sure no one stole it. Next to the treadmills were the gym mats; ten or so in total, my eyes noticing nearly all were currently occupied. Dropping my water bottle, and phone off into the holder, I stepped back away from the treadmill. I moved across to one of the free mats, slowly stretching my legs, mainly my skinny calves - those were always my tightest muscles. My routine had now made sure my Friday gym session was a run; back in the day I would’ve called myself a runner - running five times a week, but now I only ran two times a week, if that, so couldn’t make the argument in my head. After a quick stretch, scanning my eyes round the gym, I jumped back on treadmill and checked the session on my phone - 1 minute at 4:30perKM, and then 1 minute at 3:30perKM for 20 minuets in total. I wasn’t going to lie, it was a tough session, especially on a treadmill, but it kept me around a 20 minute 5K - that’s how I basically measured my fitness.  Despite feeling like I was running in a big yellow box thanks to the paint on the walls, the first 15 minutes of the session flew by, the music in my ears carrying me along; keeping me concentrated as my long athletic legs bounded one step in front of the other. It was as I increased the speed from 4:30 to 3:30, I could feel my stomach, and legs starting to ache a bit. You know, ever since I’d started running as a little kid, the last stretch of any race, or training session for that matter, had aways been the hardest part - I guess that was the whole point, to test your mental fortitude.  The way I dealt with the pain was by focusing my mind and by picking out a point and not moving my head; and whilst on the treadmill, that was a small tree out in the car park, which the view from the veranda overlooked. The time slowly trickled by, minute 16, minute 17, minute 18, more pain distilling through my body. It was as I entered the final push for the last minute, increasing the speed once again, I was distracted by the jangling of keys. I turned my head slightly to see a girl dropping her personals in the treadmill next to me. ‘Fuck sake’, I hated being distracted, it made the last push almost unbearable; 10 seconds, 9 seconds, 8 seconds, 7 seconds…you get the idea - I completed the session.    As I finished, slowing the speed of the treadmill down whilst putting my hands behind my head to recover, I turned my body again. I wasn’t one to stare in the gym at all, as I said before, it’s my sanctuary, but there was something about the way this girls hair flowed as she jogged, her little black shorts and crop top sticking to her skin; her pink running shoes delicately pushing off the treadmill belt. I stopped myself from staring any further and swung myself round and off the treadmill, water bottle in hand. I quickly wiped myself down with the paper towels provided by the gym before stretching my legs out - my sweat soaking into one of mats, disgusting. On finishing my stretches, I walked off, towards the stairs, turning just to catch one more glimpse of the brown haired girl, admiring her toned hamstrings in the distance - I was sort of jealous to be completely honest.  Back alone downstairs, playlist pumping in my ears, I headed towards the small plyometrics room, located to the side of the main gym area. Thankfully, it was empty, it never seemed to get much use, but I loved that about the room, the tranquility. I always did leg lunges and calf raises after a session, assisted by the TRX bands - it just got my legs burning enough to feel like I’d done a ‘leg day'. Additionally, they were tricky, form was extremely important, and if you ever started wobbling, the key was not to fall over otherwise you’d twist your knee - yes, I’m talking from experience. After a quick chill-out period where I caught my breath and scrolled through twitter on my phone, I got into the crux of the session.  Ten or so minutes later, I felt a presence behind me.  “Excuse me?” The voice grew louder. “…excuse me?” I turned my head, which had been facing the yellow wall in a concentrated manner, scrambling to find my phone to turn the music down in my ears. To my complete surprise, the girl from the treadmill stood right in front of me, sweat slowly dripping down the side of her face.   “Sorry…” She said politely, a hand resting on her hip, “How many sets you got left?” “Two…” I replied, coughing to clear my throat while forcing a smile, “You wanna jump in?”  (Jumping in was where you did a set, and then let someone else do a set, while you took a rest, before jumping back in to another set, etc etc…) My mouth had suddenly gone dry despite the large volume of water I’d drank during my gym session - I was nervous. I felt my hands start to sweat as well; I never reacted well to people catching me off-guard, and especially not in the gym. As I stood, the TRX band still in hand, what a coincidence I thought to myself, they had two, even three pieces of every bit of gym equipment, except this (only one) - and she wanted to use it.  “Sure.” She said, moving to the side as I finished off my final lunge from that set.  “I’m Alex.” I said, taking one of my AirPods out and moving my eyes a little to stare at her toned figure - her abs arguably better than mine.  “Lucy….” She said smiling, taking a hold of the TRX band and sliding her foot through.  She did a set of 12 jumping lunges - yes, they’re harder than just single lunges, making me feel somewhat inadequate. I didn’t watch every single one but it was difficult not to look as she lunged before swinging her body forwards and driving her leg into the air, it was extremely impressive, and her form was great. I suspected that she also watched me do my sets, catching glances of my toned quads as I bent my knee before thrusting back up - despite sheepishly trying to act like she wasn’t.  After finishing my last rep of my last set, I stood up, collecting my things before turning to her. “See you around…”   “See you later…” she replied, flashing me a smile while moving her hair passed her ear. There was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, she was attractive, don’t get me wrong, her body was incredible, but her face wasn’t striking (I hated myself for always overthinking  everything) - I think ‘sneaky fit’ was the commonly used term to describe a girl like her. To get one last glance, I quickly turned my head around, and as I did our eyes met - it was a moment for sure, and the hairs on my skin stood up. As I walked out the gym doors, I thought I’d probably never see her again - somewhat hoping that wouldn’t be the case.
Finally back for the second chapter... THE PARTY (PART 2) The party was packed - completely rammed. I mean I knew Matt’s house hosted ‘big ones’, but this was pushing the definition of big - you could barely move once inside. The house wasn’t even small - it was detached, which was fairly uncommon for a university house, and had seven bedrooms. There was one cupboard bedroom on the ground floor, opposite the closet style bathroom under the stairs; three generously sized bedrooms on the first floor and three, more medium sized bedroom on the second floor - catered by two bathrooms with showers on the first and second floor respectively. It dawned on me as I arrived that people had probably already overflowed into the bedrooms, and with more people randomly turning up throughout the night, I wasn’t sure how the house was going to squeeze everyone in.  I turned up to the party with one of my house mates, Jacob, who, like me, studied law. If I’m honest, I’d brought him along so that I didn’t have to come alone, he was more of the stay in and play games online than party type - which was fair enough, wasn’t for me to judge. He’d come out of his shell a little though in final year, and I’d lost count the amount of times he’d brought a girl home - so much for the boring gaming nerd I’d first met. In fact, he got more action than me, I’d been in a relationship for my first year, which had rolled over from my school days; that ended, and I’d met a girl called Mia at the Law half-way ball in second year. We casually dated, basically, we fucked when we both got drunk. This slowly fizzled out, as they do, and I’d been working so much in my third year that I’d hadn’t been laid for about 2 months - I fucked on my Christmas holiday to the alps, can’t say I remember all that much about it though.  Anyways, on our arrival, I didn’t recognise a single face, the patio area was heaving with students but none I could put a name to. I always had a sense and feeling of nervousness at these party’s, that was until I’d spoken to someone and got a few more drinks down me. Jacob and I had done some drinking before we came, getting us tipsy, but it was only 10:30 and I hadn’t expected the party to be so busy. Further, to give you more details, it was Ed’s and Elliot’s joint 21st Birthday party, both who I knew from football. In fact, that’s how I’d met Matt, and his housemates - football. Back in my second year, he’d seen me playing 5 a-side with some friends and asked if I wanted to join there 11 a-side team - which I accepted. I remember I turned up at the first training session, knowing no one, quickly winning them over - receiving players player of the season, good times. We’d lost a few players at the end of last year to the guys having years abroad, so were a bit light on numbers this year, but were still third in the league so couldn’t really complain. Additionally, I loved it, along with my running sessions, it kept me fit - and got me out of the house; knowing how third year law work was a complete slog. Back to the party and Jacob had spotted some of his friends so darted off to the side of the house which left me alone - this always seemed to happen, I was used to it by now. Luckily, as I reached the sliding doors about to head inside, I felt an arm round my neck.  “ALEX!!!” A voice bellowed, nearly deafening me.  “Yoo…” I swung myself round, catching myself so I didn’t fall, “…you good?” Christian, a fellow football player who was taller and stronger than me, swayed as he held his arm round my neck.  “Yes mate.” His eyes lightening up, “I’m feeling buzzed already.” “…I can tell…” Christian’s head now only a few centimetres away from my face. To anyone watching, not that anyone would be, they probably thought we were about to kiss.  “…you getting wasted tonight?” I could smell the alcohol on his breath - beer.  “Nahhh…” I replied, seeing the disappointment in his eyes as I spoke.  “…OHH COME ON…” Christian bellowed once again. “Stop having child ones…get fucked man.” “Alright…just for you.” Christian smiled and let out a little cheer - of course I wasn’t going to get blackout drunk, I just needed an excuse for him to get off me as his arm was starting to dig into the side of my neck.  My conversation with Christian was short lived as he finally let go of me and manoeuvred his way past a few people outside, allowing me to enter into the completely swarmed kitchen. The kitchen was fairly large and had an open plan layout, centred around a big wooden table, although this had been pushed against the wall and its sole purpose was now to function for beer pong - this is when I saw Matt, leaning over the table which was full of red cups.  “How you doing?” Matt called over, catching my eye, a ping pong ball resting in his hand.  “Good…” I shouted back, squeezing myself past some fellow students, apologising as my body bashed into them.  “Join us…we’re losing.” Matt said, ushering me over to his side of the table. “Let me grab a drink first…” I replied, flashing him a half smile.  “Cups are on the sink…” Matt replied, pointing across the kitchen.  I swung myself round and headed on the mammoth journey to the sink - okay, it wasn’t that bad, but it did take a minute or so. Once there, I plucked one of the red cups out of its plastic packaging, scrambled through the cupboards for liquor, before pouring myself a rather large vodka & coke. Taking a rather large sip to ease my nervousness, I noted how it burnt the back of my throat, and I squinted, realising I may have put just a little too much vodka in. ‘Fuck it’, I thought to myself, I’d just finished my January exams so tonight was about celebrating.  As I tried to make my way back to the beer pong table, a large group of girls entered into the kitchen from the hallway, where the living room was, blocking my path. A slightly drunk looking Mia entered into my view - she caught my eye immediately. We weren’t on bad terms or anything, it’s just you’d rather the person you used to fuck wasn’t at a party where you wanted to enjoy yourself - you know? I mean, she knew every detail of what was under my clothes, visa versa, and it was just awkward.  "Hey babe…” Mia said, slowly stumbling forwards, forcing me into giving her a hug.  “Hi Mia…” I replied slowly, noticing how good her body looked in her dress.  The thing is, she always did this when we bumped into each other at parties; we hadn’t slept together since the start of third year because she was infatuated with a boy who I’m not sure felt the same way, but despite this, we still flirted and enjoyed each others company to a certain extent - even if I did find it awkward. “How’s Tom…?” I asked to defuse the sexual tension. Tom was her apparent lover and also studied law. To be honest, I really didn’t see eye to eye with him, more so because he was evidently messing Mia around and she was a nice girl - from my own experience.  “…yeah…it’s going fine…” The tone of her voice wasn’t exactly reassuring.  “Right…” I paused, thinking of something to say. “Great…”  You see, this is why I need a few drinks down me, to avoid the awkward tension. Luckily, Mia was dragged off by her friends and with my drink in hand, I went to inspect if I could find anyone I knew in the living room, abandoning my plans to play beer pong - I later found out Matt won anyways, so he didn’t need me. I shuffled down the hallway, past the vast array of students mingling, and headed into the living room.  The living room, as it always was at parties, had been turned into a make shift dance floor and the music was fiercely blasting away, as loud as you heard in the club. The lights had been turned off, allowing for the illumination of green and red LED’s that were hung from the ceiling, in other words, it was virtually pitch black. I quickly realised it was no use, I was never going to find anyone in here - I could barely even get in for starters. I took a large sip of my drink, realising I’d already finished it, I put that down to my nervous exchange with Mia, before heading back down the hallway and to the kitchen.   As I returned from the makeshift dance floor in the living room, I saw something out of the corner of my eye, free flowing long brown hair with a few blonde highlights, like I’d seen earlier in the gym - it couldn’t be, could it? I quickened my pace, following the hair into the kitchen and towards the sink. As I stepped closer, my view was now clear and I recognised instantly who it was, Lucy was dressed in tight blue jeans accompanied by a small white top. ‘Fuck, she looked good.’ I watched as she poured herself a drink, coincidently using the same vodka bottle I had used a few minutes earlier before making my presence known.  ‘Lucy…?” I said, in the most startled voice I could do.  “Hey…” She swung herself round, her eyes glaring at me “…Alex…right?” “Yeah” I said, moving myself closer to her. “…from the gym…earlier…” “Yeahhhhh…” She said, slurring her words a little. “…Alex from the gym…” I let out a nervous laugh in response to her comment, causing Lucy to smile before letting out a laugh of her own. Holding the cup in one hand, her other hand shot between her legs, and not quite realising just how drunk she was, as she shifted her balance, it caused her hand to sway; pouring a large chunk of her drink down my white t-shirt. If I’m truly honest, if it had been anyone other than Lucy, I probably would’ve been annoyed, but seeing as I was trying to chat her up, I was happy to let it slide.  “…I…I am so drunk…” She said, frowning her forehead. “I’m so sorry…”  “…it’ll dry…” I watched as Lucy put her cup down, presumably to pour herself another drink. “Can you pour me one as well?” Lucy had turned her body sideways, I couldn’t resist the temptation to check her out, as she fiddled with the cap of the vodka bottle before pouring us two rather large vodka & cokes. I could already tell I was tipsy, but this was undoubtedly going to get me drunk - Lucy had finished the vodka bottle, pouring us half vodka and half coke, absolutely crazy. Truthfully, she looked in a worse position than me already but that wasn’t going to stop me from some harmless flirting.  “So what do you study?” I asked politely, taking a sip of my drink.  “History…” She replied whilst doing the same, “…you?” “Law…” I fired back, observing the liquid in her cup, and just how much more she’d drank than me.  “Oooo… the dark side.” She replied, gently hitting my arm. “Noooo…history is the dark side.” I took a larger sip of my drink to try and balance out the difference - it going straight to my head.   “…Fuck off…” Lucy teased, shuffling her feet closer towards me, our bodies now only half a foot away from each other. “…history is great…yeah…it might be boring sometimes, but so Is law.” “True…” She wasn’t wrong. “Law just seems more…formulated…you know?” “I guess…” She said, scanning my body up and down before changing the subject. “Anyways…why are you drinking…I saw you running on the treadmill…” “…errr….well…” I laughed, she had stumped me. I tried to put it back on her. “Why are you drinking…I saw your leg lunges…” “…this is my reward…” She smirked, her eyes slowly lighting up.  The next few minutes was just pure chatter, in other words, me trying to flirt and see what would happen between us - if anything. We spoke about friends, who she knew at the party, what she wanted to do with her degree, I even joked that I’d take her out running, not my best chat up line but it seemed to make her laugh. The chit-chat had become so intense, I’d completely forgotten about my drink, letting it rest in my hand. Furthermore, I occasionally flicked my gaze downwards, checking out her body, whilst seeing her legs tightly glued together. There was a moment where I stopped listening to Lucy completely - I knew it was time to put my cards on the table.  “Do you…” I stopped myself, bringing the red plastic cup up to my lips and finishing what was left, hoping it would give me confidence. “Wanna go somewhere quieter?” “…okay…” She replied, looking down her drink which was still half full “…let me finish this…” “Sure…” I added, realising just how much I’d chugged, my throat still burning as I spoke. I placed my red cup on the side before nudging my body closer to Lucy’s, the wet material from my t-shirt caressing Lucy’s bare skin around her stomach. I felt a wave of sweat hit my body, my armpits instantly feeling warmer and my hands getting more sticky - further to this, my penis started to stiffen in anticipation, knowing I was going to have Lucy alone. I looked down slightly again, one, to stare at Lucy’s abs which were on show, and two, to check how much she had left to drink - her cup still half full. “…down it…” I teased, glancing at her cup before flashing a smile. “…go on…” “I can’t…” She protested, her face sulking in the process.  “There’s not thaaaaaat much…” I replied cheekily. “You’re trouble…” She said, smirking at me, drink in hand. “…I’m not…” I fired back, protesting may innocence, feeling Lucy’s bare skin on my t-shirt again as she rocked forwards - sending a shiver down my spine.   She brought the cup up to her mouth, taking a small sip before stopping herself “I can’t…” “Boooooooo” I joked, nudging her arm, laughing slightly. “It’s fine…sorry…” “It’s just…” Lucy stopped, crinkling her forehead. “…this is my second drink since I’ve been here…and…” Lucy eyes looked downwards, rather nervously towards her crotch. “…I haven’t broken the seal yet…” “WHAT??” I was stunned, almost unable to speak, but it made sense, she had been shuffling around, rocking backwards and forwards and shoving her hand between her legs. She must’ve been bursting “…errrrr…when did you start drinking…?” “Like…” She broke off again, placing the cup down on the counter before crossing her legs. “…8:30.”  This situation flashed my mind back to a night-out I’d had in first year. I was walking back home to my halls of residence from the club with my then girlfriend (now ex), and my then flatmate, Alice - who hadn’t said that she needed to go. The walk was easily 15 minutes, if not longer when drunk, and poor Alice must’ve been bursting the whole way. Thinking back, I don’t know why she didn’t find a small corner, or alleyway to nip into; it would’ve saved her from completely soaking her jeans outside our flat. It was such an awkward moment; Alice protested that she didn’t want to hold us up or make any fuss, hence why we didn’t stop, but if you’re on the verge of an accident, any reasonably person would stop and help - was all rather bizarre to me. It put reason in my head as to why Lucy had been holding it for so long, she was probably just embarrassed to say she needed to go, like Alice.     Here’s the thing though. Completely unaware to me, Lucy somewhat enjoyed the thrill of holding her pee; she’d done it many times before, occasionally not even making it to the bathroom - but she usually reserved those moments to when she was home alone. This scenario was just like any other to her, except, well, there was a boy involved. Lucy’s pee holding adventures usually ended with her in the bathtub, orgasming whilst spraying pee down the plug hole, or not making it, saturating her clothes before allowing herself to orgasm in them. Lucy hadn’t planned this hold, in fact, she had been planning to use the toilet before I came along - now she was in a bit of a predicament. Totally desperate.  Another thing that was unaware to me, she didn’t want to seem like a push-over, and any other night she would have downed the drink, no problem; but she was worried that her desperation might catch her out - any more fluid inside her and she might start leaking. Either, due to the alcohol making her more confident, or just because she was stubborn, she wasn’t going to let herself down - whatever the outcome.  “…go…” I jested, meaning for her to use the bathroom. “I’ll finish this…”  But before I had chance to grab the plastic cup, Lucy swiftly took it out of my reach, and started chugging. “LUCY!!” I shouted, maybe a little too loud, drawing attention to myself, my face flushing red.  “..fuck…” She said, under her breath, as the red plastic cup crashed back down onto the sink.  “You’re crazy!!” I replied, laughing, whilst watching her hands dig hard into her crotch.  Lucy eyes then painted a picture and spoke a thousands - literally. It was almost a copy of Alice back in first year, her eyes were wide open and her body frozen still. I was almost waiting for her jeans to slowly start turning a darker shade of blue, whilst getting wetter, because her body was in that half keeled over position - very reminiscent of Alice.    “…I think…” Lucy paused, her cheeks blushing. “…I just leaked…”  “…Shit…” I replied, already realising the severity of the situation. In one swift motion, I grabbed her hand, yanking her body to follow mine.  “Alex…Alex…stop a second….” Lucy cried, pleading my for me to stop - and I did, turning myself round.  “Can you see anything…? Her eyes making it obvious where to look.  “…nooo…you’re good.” To be honest, I didn’t take the best look, but I was 99% sure there was no stain.  As I marched on, I kind of assumed this would be something we’d joke about later on in the night after we’d fucked - you know? Like my hero moment, saving her from completely pissing herself at a party, which would have put her at rock body on the social ladder, I couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing.  I gripped Lucy’s hand tighter and forced my way through the crowds of people, on a mission to get Lucy to the bathroom. With Lucy a step behind me, I couldn’t see that she was digging her teeth down into her bottom lip, enjoying the thrill. Her thong was most definitely wet, but when wasn’t it? It took her thoughts down another route, the throbbing of her pussy made her want nothing more than to orgasm, and more importantly, to be fucked.  What felt like an eternity crossing the hallway must’ve only been about a minute; as we approached the small closet bathroom, round the corner and under the stairs. Still holding Lucy’s hand tight, I thought to myself; If there was a time in my life where I prayed that no-one was currently using the bathroom, now was that time. It must’ve been my lucky night because as I tried the door handle, it swung open, nearly smacking me straight in the face.  “…all yours…” I turned, addressing a quite visibly desperate Lucy.  “…come in with me??…” She pleaded, her eyes still wide open and her body half keeling over.  “…errr…what…”  I didn’t have time to react as Lucy pulled me in, now yanking my body in her direction. Not losing may decorum, I swung the door shut as our two bodies squeezed into the cubicle style toilet; my back resting on the the sink that perched between corners of each wall.  “…fuck…fuck…” Lucy squealed under her breath whilst yanking her jeans and, now visible wet thong down to her ankles.   It was difficult not to look, I couldn’t exactly move myself round easily given the space, and I watched as Lucy started pissing herself before her bum had even reached the toilet seat. She had most definitely leaked before, as the front of her thong was saturated with dribbles of wee. A hissing sound started echoing around the tiny toilet, as piss splattered on the floor, then onto the seat before finally into the toilet bowl. Lucy moaned as piss violently forced its way out, her head tilted back, and her eyes tightly closed. I felt terrible for watching it all unfold but I was transfixed, I couldn’t take my eyes away from the main event.   “…fucking hell…” They were the only word I could muster for the whole situation.  “…sorry…” Lucy said, opening her eyes, warm urine still hissing out beneath.  “You good?” I asked, taking a peak at her wet pink pussy.  “…yeah…” Lucy paused, reaching for the toilet roll. “…I thought I was gonna piss myself completely…” “…yeah…” I replied, figuring out what to say, glancing my eyes down towards her wet thong. “Shitttt…” Lucy’s eyes briefly followed mine as she saw her wet thong below her ankles. “Fuckkkk…It’ll dry…”  I let out a small grimace as Lucy’s stream came to an eventual stop, I watched as she ripped three squares off the toilet roll and atoned to her wet pussy. It took me a moment to realise but Lucy spent more than just a second to wipe her pussy, and if you must know, she’d let one of her fingers break through the material, and edge to the entrance of her tight pussy. This all happened momentarily, and the next thing I knew, she was ready to get up.   As Lucy tried standing back up, her thong and jeans still around her ankles, her body crashed into mine due to the lack of space, causing her to lose balance - she wrapped her hands around my torso to steady herself. Instinctively, and instantaneously, without any need for thought, our lips crashed together.  Lucy forced me back, pressing me against the sink and somewhat small and dirty mirror sat on the wall. I thought for a moment that the pressure was going to crack the mirror but Lucy’s body eased slightly allowing me to apply pressure of my own. With her jeans and wet thong round her ankles, it allowed me to gently rest my hands under the curve of her bum; pulling upwards - forcing her into me.  Our lips hadn’t yet parted and I remember being desperate for a breath but I didn’t want to lose the intensity. Lucy’s hands had crept under my t-shirt, her fingers scratching and pulling at the skin at the side of my body. I followed suit, easing my hands further down her bum; I started to feel wetness on the upper insides of her legs - warm urine. It was hard to explain but the warm and wet feeling on her legs was so hot. Another thing that was hard and throbbing was my erect penis tucked away inside my jeans.  “You’re so fucking hot…” Lucy moaned as she broke away, before diving her lips back into mine.  Before she’d finished speaking, one of my fingers was resting gently on her pussy.  “Fuckkk…you’re soaked…” I moaned, letting out a gasp.  “Yeah…” she smiled, before letting out a little laugh, the exact same type that she’d done when we first met in the kitchen. “I told you I’d leaked…” I couldn’t resist any longer and so gently slid my finger in; her tight pussy not resisting. Lucy broke away from my lips and opened her mouth, letting a moan creep out of her mouth (fuck). With her head titled back, I kissed her neck, sucking gently, not enough to leave a mark - that’s teenage behaviour after all.  “ALEX…” Lucy moaned as I eased my finger in and out, feeling how wet she was getting.  Selfishly, I knew I’d teased her enough, and it was time to get out of the cramped toilet and onto a bed - I was desperate to fuck her. Her tight body was incredible and I couldn’t think of anything better than being alone with her, just not in a cramped toilet. I somewhat knew the sex was going to be incredible.    “Let’s get out of here…” I said, easing my finger out of her pussy and towards my mouth, gently sucking it - to show how much I enjoyed the taste.  “LETS!!” Lucy replied, a smile forming on her lips as she reached down and pulled her jeans and thong back up.
THE PARK (PART 3) The night was silent and I could almost hear my own heartbeat as Lucy swung me round the corner, the entrance to the park now in our view. I was getting those pre-sex thoughts, ‘Will I be good?’ ‘How long will I last?’ ‘Will she be tight?’ - I quickly stopped myself going down the loophole, I needed to pull myself together.   “It’s only five minutes through the park.” Thank god Lucy broke the silence.  “Sweet…my place is like ten minutes the other way.” I stopped myself. “So…makes sense.”  Sometimes I really did hate myself, at least Lucy understood what I meant. Luckily, my chat was sufficient as Lucy and I entered into the park. The conversation was flowing even if it did jump between constitutional principles of the UK and what our favourite TV boxset was. “Come oooonn” Lucy sighed.  “Yeah…what…I like it.” I replied, laughing to myself. “Breaking Bad?” Lucy frowned, our eyes slowly meeting.  Lucy disagreed with my rather generic pick of ‘Breaking Bad’, “Honestly…you’re a basic white bitch.”  “Come on…that’s harsh.” I laughed, I mean, she was pretty right to be honest.  On the contrary, her favourite TV show was suits, which faired as a much better option - despite personally losing interest after season 5.  As we were conversing we slowly entered the park, the main path took you around the large grass area, by a small lake. Even in the dark and on a cold night in February, it was hard not to recognise the charm of the park. It linked the two main areas of student housing, and became a complete free-for-all in summer when exams had finished. My mind wondered as I remembered back to flinging myself off a blow-up inflatable the previous year - good times.  “Dare you to go for a swim…” I joked as wondered dangerously close to the edge of the lake.  Lucy stopped, and swayed rather drunkenly, “I’d die!”  We got halfway along the path, when Lucy swung me once more, leading us off the path and through a small break in bushes.  “There’s a wall at back we can jump over…” Lucy said, pulling at my arm. “Leads to my road.” I nodded in reply, following her along the grass.  As we walked over the bushy terrain, I remembered - I’d been up this little path before, last summer. It had been an insanely hot and I’d been day drinking with my mates in the park, this was the little hiding where everyone would come to take a leak. It’s weird how little things trigger your brain, thinking of my previous experience last summer made me realise how much I currently needed to go. My bladder had been bursting ever since we left the house. It wasn’t like I couldn’t hold it; but parks, especially when dark, are ideal places for men to pee - that’s common knowledge. I did a quick, drunken scan around, before realising it was early morning, no one would be here.  “Can we stop real quick?” I turned, now facing Lucy.  “What’s up?” Lucy slowing her walk, to match my shuffling pace.  “Well…that whole toilet ordeal before…” I stuttered. “…I need to go…” “Fine…” Lucy laughed to herself, bringing herself to stop. “Go on…” I shuffled my feet, watching my step, whilst turning my body away from Lucy to face the stump of a tree. As I mentally prepared to expose my flaccid cock to the cold air, I could see a smirk forming on Lucy’s lips in my peripheral vision. I stopped myself.  What?!?…go on…” Lucy protested, clocking that I’d seen her smirk.  “What’s so funny…?” I asked, flashing a smile.   “N..n..nothing…” Lucy managed to squeak out before adding, “…just…” “…what??” I interrupted her again, turning my body to face her.   “…well…I can see you…it…you know…” Lucy added, letting out a cheeky laugh.  I rolled my eyes at her, feeling a twinge in my bladder. All this stalling was making me desperate. “…I saw your thong…” I teased before turning away - remembering the saturated material as she pulled them back up in the toilet only fifteen minutes prior.   Her eyes widened and she pressed her lips together. “pervert!” “At least I made it…” I added flirtatiously, hoping to embarrass her a little.  “…oi!!” Lucy moved across, her cheeks flushing red, and punched my arm, “I hadn’t gone in like hours…” “…they were soaked!” I added, rolling my eyes again and letting out a little laugh. A picture flashed in my mind of Lucy splattering over the toilet seat as she pulled her thong down. The image then reminded me of my own desperation. My hands were now firmly placed on my belt, ready to un-do and go. It was strange, the feeling of knowing your about to pee almost makes you want to pee more; my cock twitched a little.   “I was fucking desperate…” Lucy replied before moving her hands to my shoulders and gently leaning her head in, pecking my lips. I reciprocated, easing my hands round her waist and pushing my lips against hers. She was a good kisser, not overly forceful, just working the top and bottom lip.   As she broke away, she pressed her lips together again, and her eyes flicked downwards, followed by her hand gently brushing against my boner. “…can you pee like that…? “…yeah…” I gulped, knowing somewhat how uncomfortable it is to pee, forget aim, with an erection.  “…hmmmm…okay…” She replied as her eyebrows twitched, seeming unconvinced by my answer. I rocked my head back in and our lips met again, this time firmer and harder. I could feel her hand gently caressing my rock hard dick over my jeans and it allowed me the opportunity to grab her skin and gently rub my thumb across her nipple. My mind had somewhat forgotten about the urge to pee but before I had any further time to indulge in her body, she broke away, again.  “Sorry…” She whispered, biting her lip. “You needed to pee…” “Yeah…” I let out a nervous laugh, the urge to go now flooding back to me. “…I’m bursting…” As I fumbled with my belt on my jeans I felt Lucy’s hand on mine. With only the buckle slightly undone, Lucy stopped me from going further. I flicked my eyes up to meet hers, confused with what she was doing. “…what you doing doing?” I asked, somewhat passively, glaring at her.  “Sorry…” Lucy replied sheepishly, biting her lip in the process.   Taken aback, I moved my hands back down to finish undoing the buckle but was stopped again by Lucy.   “You should hold it…” Lucy said nervously, her hands still gripping mine, tightly holding the buckle of my belt.  “Lucy…I need to go…” I replied, thinking this was some kind of joke. “…kinda bad” There was distinct pause between the two of us as the cogs in Lucy’s brain turned - thinking of a reply. Her eyes then lit up and even in the dark I could make out her face had an inquisitive look about it. “Ever like…you know…had an accident?” “An accident…?” I frowned, shaking my head.  Lucy raised her eyebrows, “An accident…yeah…like…wet yourself.” “Nooo…” I replied, unsure as to why this interested her so much. It caused my mind to wonder and made me think of Alice though, all those years back, having an accident outside the flat, so embarrassing. Further, all the talk of pee was starting to make me rather desperate - my bladder was starting to ache badly.  “…you haven’t had one?…not even wet the bed after a night out…” Lucy persisted, almost like it was completely unbelievable to her that I hadn’t had an accident. “Not that I can remember…” I quickly slipped out “…I guess when I was young…you know.”  Lucy didn’t reply, she just watched my lips as I spoke before leaning in, pressing hard. As much as I was enjoying the weird questions and the kissing, my mind was somewhat preoccupied.  Lucy then broke away, her nose still touching mine “not even a little one…” “…speak for yourself” I replied, almost arrogantly, before allowing my hands to slip down to her bum, pulling her up closer to me. I didn’t want to alarm Lucy but there an aching cry in my bladder,  and I moved one my hands down the buckle on my belt to try and open it once and for all.  “Never say never…” Lucy fired back whilst blushing in the darkness, triggering her mind into reliving the events of the kitchen tonight.  Being as discrete as I could, I still couldn’t stop the clanking sound of my belt and Lucy quickly realised that I was trying to undo my buckle again. In a swift motion, she stopped me, guiding my hand back to bum. “Hold it…” she teased, forcing a smile.  As her eyes burned, looking deep into mine, it was hard to describe the feeling; like we both wanted to rip each others clothes off and fuck - but also not. There was a suspense about the situation; a late night in a dark park, hands glued to each other - one wrong move could end in disaster. I pulled on Lucy’s butt which forced her to meet my lips and we kissed aggressively. Lucy then edged down and gingerly bit the side of my chin, making me pull away.  The fire in Lucy’s eyes burned stronger and she tilted her head, looking down towards my crotch, “There’s always a first time you know…”  “Lucy!” I sighed under my breath, my bladder aching in suspense. “Stop fucking around…”  My own arrogance had planted a seed in Lucy’s head. She wasn’t accident prone by any means, but she’d had her fair share of mishaps during her time at university, a prime example being tonight. Her mind flickered, and an idea blossomed, how good would it be to coerce a boy into his first accident. Her pussy started throbbing in excitement.   I watched as a smirk grew on Lucy’s face, slowly bitting her bottom lip, “…could happen tonight…”  Lucy flicked her gaze from my crotch back to meet my eyes. It took me a moment to realise what she was implying, I put that down to the booze, but I think I understood - having an accident. My dick twitched again in anticipation.  “Do you…” I paused, letting my mind wonder back through the events of the evening while looking at her toned legs, abs and well, frankly whole body, “…get off to this shit?” “And what if I do…” Lucy’s eyes now burned as wide as the moon.  There was a distinct pause, not an awkward silence, but a moment where my mind contemplated what it would be like to piss my pants - humiliating. I couldn’t even remember the last time I wet myself, presumably as a kid - things then escalated quickly.   Lucy’s eyes, firmly focused on mine, sunk into the darkness of the night, my dick twitched harder this time and my mind shifted, surely I couldn’t do this? “Stop fucking around…” I said jokingly, sort of hoping Lucy would back off and let me piss in peace.  Seemingly, my joking had egged Lucy on even more, she wasn’t fucking around. “You scared?” “…what…I’ll just hold it…” I protested, letting out a nervous laugh. I couldn’t stress enough but all the talking had made me desperate - now would’ve been the ideal time to un-do my belt, pull my jeans down and piss against the tree.  “You sooo couldn’t hold it.” Lucy added, a cheeky smile growing on her face. “I soooo could…” I replied, mimicking her pronunciation. “…but your buuuuursting?” Lucy’s tone changed, it was almost sarcastic but in an endearing way.  It made me realise she was deadly serious about this whole thing - and it didn’t help that I really needed to go.  “…errr…” My mouth had gone completely dry. The look in my eyes had given me away and I sighed under my breath, virtually giving in to her subtle taunts. There was another pause before Lucy leaned forwards and dug her knee into my crotch area; I had to press my back against the tree just to stay upright. Lucy had read my face like a book, she knew I was desperate and was now in full control. “I’ll let you cum inside me all night.” Lucy said as she pushed her whole body against me, whispering into my ear - adding a sexual breath at the end.  “…fuckkk…” I gasped and my eyes widened; a chill ran down my spine, my dick now firmly erect and throbbing. I could see a smile forming on Lucy’s lips..    “…it’s just an accident…” Lucy whispered, nibbling at my ear, whilst continually pushing her body against me. “…you sure you can hold it…” “…Lucy…” I moaned under my breath. You couldn’t fault her effort. I felt somewhat cornered with no way out. Furthermore, all the talk really had got to my bladder - it was about to burst.   “Just relax your body.” Lucy added before making a playful hissing sound. “Hssssssss.” As Lucy made the drunken, rather childish hissing sound, my body started to relax without my permission, only slightly, and I gently closed my eyes. I couldn’t believe what was going on; her delicate eyes had put me in a complete trance like state. Her persistence was starting to pay off.  “…have an accident…” Lucy teased, running her hand down my back, before sliding it under my t-shirt. The coldness of her hand on my skin completely taking me by surprise, shocking me almost. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.    “…oohhh…Lucy…” I sighed under my breath, opening my eyes and looking down slightly, almost startling myself. Lucy’s head followed mine; somewhat expecting to see my jeans slowly getting saturated - but there was nothing.  Despite my jeans being a lighter shade of blue, it was still difficult to make out the colour. The only real light provided to us was the moon and the flickering orange park lamp stood thirty or so metres away. Seemingly, it was still enough light for Lucy to realise nothing had come out - yet.  To make matters worse, or better (depending who’s side your on).  Lucy swiftly moved her hand from under my shirt to inside my thigh, gently brushing past my throbbing dick; in more ways than one.  “You can’t hold it can you…” Lucy teased again in my ear, allowing her fingers to gently find the tip of my erect cock which sat tight in my jeans. “…you about to dribble…” “Lucy…fuck…I can hold it…” I lied through my teeth, I really was about go - right here, right now.  “…Course you can…” Lucy’s endearing but sarcastic tone had returned. “awww…just wet your pants…”  I couldn’t deny, her tone of voice whispering in my ear was arguably one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard - I somewhat enjoyed it even if it was about pissing.   I couldn’t take it anymore, all the talking had completed flustered me. My eyes were now firmly closed, and body relaxed. Luckily, as the piss reached the end of my dick; my body stopped itself. ‘What the fuck was I doing?’ My brain wasn’t programmed for this. I quickly allowed myself to think back, I definitely could’ve held it to her place if we’d continued walking - no problem, easy. If I hadn’t stopped and brought this up, this whole situation would never have happened.  Back to reality, any movement, and my pee was actually going to come out. Surely there was still time to whip my belt off and piss against the tree? “…Ohhh…just let goooooo…” Lucy breathed as she whispered, making it sound all wet in my ear. She was literally up against me and I could feel her small and rather succulent tits pressed up against my chest. It was sending my mind into overdrive.  I was using all my mental willpower to control my bladder from leaking but Lucy’s teasing and moaning was starting to hi-jack my thoughts. My bladder was screaming for release and my mind flashed back to the moment Lucy yanked her jeans and thong down in the toilet, spraying piss on herself, the floor and the toilet seat - her face is complete elation. The thoughts of her releasing had distracted my concentration, just for a moment - but a moment was all that was needed.   “…OHH…” I let out a slight moan and blushed hard but I was broken off.  Lucy was making that sensual hissing sound in my ear again, “Hssssssss.”   I felt a drop of piss leave the tip of my dick, instantly wetting and warming my boxers. My brain might not have been programmed to have accidents, but it was being completely overridden by Lucy at this exact moment.  Lucy must’ve known what she was doing because the more she nibbled and breathed sensually in my ear, the more the drops of piss slowly dribbled out of my erect cock. It was just the odd, small dribble to start - my brain clearly still trying to resist and tell me I could hold it. Adding further resistance were my boxers, but only for another second or two as I felt them unable to contain anymore urine, allowing one of the tiny dribbles of warmth to escape and slowly start running out, a small rivulet now heading down my shaking inner thigh.    “…fuck…Lucy…OHH…I’m pee…” I moaned under my breath, not even managing to finish as Lucy caught my words, moaning harder into my ear. The first few dribbles of pee had now saturated into my jeans, creating a small, coin like, dark spot, evidently felt by Lucy’s hand. I could tell my face was turning dark red in embarrassment.  “…OOHH…your peeing yourself…” Lucy teased, moaning and taunting me - her body now firmly up against mine, gently pressing her knee into my crotch area. She was obviously extremely proud of herself and continually breathed hard into my ear, occasionally adding words of encouragement “…keep dribbling…soooo warm…soooooo wet…” Despite the initial bliss of relieving myself and my desperation, the whole scenario quickly washed over me; and my chest felt heavy. There was a deep shame, and feeling of embarrassment about having an accident at 21; let alone just standing in a dark park at night and pissing yourself. The thought of shame came and quickly went, my mind was somewhat pre-occupied.    There was an issue, now I’d started peeing, I couldn’t really stop. It was only coming out in small dribbles, but the small, coin like spot was now the size of a tennis ball, and my inner thighs were warm, hot almost - admittedly, feeling nice, countering the cold February night. My tight blue jeans had sagged a little, and now stuck to my legs. Lucy, clearly living her best life as she’d coerced me into this accident, moved her hand following the wetness, down my thighs and then back up, finishing under my t-shirt - her hand sticky from the wee.  A moment later, as warm urine continued to dribble out of my penis, Lucy pressed just below my stomach, catching me completely off guard.  “…fuck…LUCY…I…I can’t hold it…” Instantaneously I started aggressively spurting hot piss hard into my pants, I couldn’t hold it - I was well and truly now having an accident. Even if my brain did want to override, nothing was stopping the hot urine coming out of me.  “…Mr I’ve never had an accident…” Lucy whispered in my ear; happy with the job she’d done. She eased the pressure on my bladder, and returned her hand to my now, warm and soaking thighs.  The relative silence of the night was broken by an audible hissing, as I pissed firmly into my pants. I didn’t want to look down at the mess but I could feel my jeans totally stuck to me and the warmth of urine burning my legs. Lucy moved her head from my ear before gently pecking my lips; and letting out a sharp sensual breath.   “…fuck…fuck…fuck” I moaned, almost whimpering like a child as my bodily needs just took control. My eyes were now firmly locked with Lucy’s and there was a vulnerability about them that I hadn’t seen before - a caring look.  “Shhhhhhhh…” Lucy responded whilst cupping her lips with mine, “…your first accident.”  Her response was humiliating, somewhat like a mother, and that further exacerbated my child like feeling; being told to stay silent whilst completely pissing your pants. To answer my previous question though, she clearly got off to this shit. Lucy’s lips briefly met with mine again and then that was it, the ordeal was over - I’d stopped pissing. I took a deep breath as Lucy moved her wet hand from my leg, slightly braking away from me.  “…thought you could hold it…” Lucy teased, pushing her hair back as the words slowly fell out of her mouth; her puppy dog eyes scanning over my wet lower half - a smile slowly appearing on her face. “…no…” I could only manage the one word as I had to catch my breath, my heart was battering against my chest as I processed the situation - I’d really just wet myself.  The first thing that hit me was the smell, a strong tang of urine heavily filled the air. I then looked down for the first time, my face instantly turning red again in deep embarrassment. There was a large arc on the front of my crotch where the pee had deeply saturated my jeans, followed by two large streaks running down the sides of my legs. I could even still feel some droplets running down my legs and falling off my ankles. I looked back up at Lucy, unable to speak.  Lucy’s eyes carefully watched over me as I gathered my bearings. Below her own jeans, she was so turned on that her pussy was currently rewetting her thong - that, along with the  sight of a 21-year old who had been unable to hold it and so pissed their pants, filled her with immense pleasure.     “I can hold it…” Lucy pressed her lips together, pushing her body against mine, guiding her lips to my ear. “…that’s what they all say…”  This wasn’t Lucy’s first rodeo.  “…I…” I couldn’t speak. The reality of the whole situation fell on me like a bunch of bricks. I’d full on pissed myself. I could barely look Lucy in the eye. It had been her taunting that had completely tipped me over the edge.  Lucy, seeing that look in my eyes, gently moved her hands to my belt, finally undoing the buckle, before slowly sliding my saturated jeans down exposing my completely soaked boxers. Lucy’s whole body tingled with joy and pleasure as she saw the wet, saturated boxers - she lived for it.  The wetness from the wee had been keeping me somewhat warm but now exposed to the cold, I felt my cock start to shrivel, hide almost in embarrassment. It wasn’t shrivelled for long though as Lucy slowly leant in, caressing my lips whilst pushing her hand into my warm wet boxers and massaging my cock. There was one thing Lucy loved just as much as boys wetting themselves, and that was seeing them cum in their own pants.  “…OHHHHH…Lucy!” I had to pull my lips away. My mind hadn’t even had time to process the accident and now it was over the place again.  “Mmmm-hmmm…” Her mouth had returned to my ear and she moaned ever so quietly. I closed my eyes, her stroking rhythm was so god damn perfect. I almost forgot that I’d just pissed my pants - she really was sending my mind into total bliss.  “…fuck…Lucy…” I moaned under the breath, tilting may head back; her hand was falling down my shaft and then steadily coming back up - the wetness from the urine acting like a lube which aided Lucy.  “You must’ve be soooo desperate…” Lucy teased, nibbling at my ear. I’d already heard these words a minute earlier for my accident but my god, they were working again.  With her other hand, Lucy pulled up her top; exposing her small, succulent breasts. Her nipples being fully erect.  “…fucking hell…” My cock twitched as a reaction; I was sure it hadn’t even been a minute yet but Lucy’s hand, and now body, was sending my mind into serenity. I could barely take it anymore.  “…let go…” It was almost a carbon copy of before. Lucy breathed as she whispered, making it sound so wet in my ear. She shifted her body so I could place my hands on her tits - I was in heaven.  “…fuck…I’m gonna…” I wanted to say blow, but it was Lucy, who once again had total control, cutting me off.  “…you can’t take it…can you?” Lucy knew full well I couldn’t take it.  A moment later, with my head fully tilted back, “OHHH…fuck…Lucy…fuck”.  The combination of Lucy moaning and nibbling on my ear, and increasing the depth of her strokes, coming right down to my balls took me well over the edge. In one swift motion, she pulled my throbbing cock down, before easing it gently back up, manoeuvring her finger so it brushed over the tip of my penis. Warm, sticky cum exploded out, the majority of it saturating my already wet boxers, leaving a trail as gravity took its course; the rest sticking to Lucy’s fingers.  “OHHHH…fuck…” My dick violently throbbed and with Lucy continually moaning hard into my ear, I couldn’t stop myself leaking out cum. Her hand kept tugging and the head of my dick popped out the top of my boxers; the cum now shooting directly onto my stomach.  Lucy then slowed her rhythm, returning her eyes to meet mine, allowing the last few dribbles of cum to fall onto the floor below. She briefly wiped her fingers on my inner things, which were still warm and wet from the wee, before easing my wet, sticky, and now full of cum boxers back over my cock - causing a slapping sound as the elastic hit my skin. I inhaled sharply, firstly, due to the fact my boxers were still soaked in piss, and secondly, because this was the first time I’d ever cum in my pants. I could feel my balls sticking to the material of my boxers, purely from the cum. Lucy then cheekily wiped the back of her hand down my t-shirt; which now stuck to stomach, also from the cum, before carefully sliding my jeans up and re-fastening my belt.  “We should get going…” Lucy broke the silence, raising an eyebrow in anticipation, licking some excess cum off her fingers.   “…yeah…” I took a deep breathe, still rooted the spot - completely absorbed by her. “…Mr I’ve never had an accident…” She joked sarcastically again, looking down, my jeans now a permanently darker colour.  “Fuck off!” I pushed her away gently, letting out a half smile. “I told you…” Lucy said whilst turning, as we took our first steps away from the tree, heading towards the wall.  “What…?” I replied, trying to minimise the squelching sound as I walked. The easiest way to combat it that I’d found was just to shuffle my feet.   Another smile appeared on Lucy’s face, "Everyone has an accident…” “You better not tell anyone…” I jested, as we slowly approached the wall. “Its your turn now…” Lucy had ignored my question and flashed me a smile, taking my hand in the process.  Yes - it was my turn to take control.
Ben was having a rough day. It should've been a great day! Here he was, at a local festival, listening to music and eating cotton candy with his boyfriend on his arm. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, it was a beautiful day. Yet as the afternoon turned to evening, Ben found he was less and less able to enjoy himself. He really, really had to pee. Now, Ben had a thing for omo, to be fair. His boyfriend, Todd, wasn't particularly into it, but he didn't hate it either, and often indulged Ben. Under other circumstances, his desperation might've precipitated some frisky fun. But a combination of things had Ben feeling more nervous than aroused. For one thing, it was a very public venue. Half the city had come out for this festival. There were people all over, and Ben had always been a bit shy, especially about his kinks. For another thing, if he got past the point of no return, there was no backing out. The portajohns here were repulsive, he couldn't even stomach being near them. Home was quite a walk away, and the parking lot was on the other side of the faireground. If they started leaving right now, it would definitely be at least 20 minutes before they escaped the throng of people, and then even longer before they reached the safety of home. The point of no return was approaching fast. Honestly, Ben should've said something sooner. Maybe then, he wouldn't have wound up in this situation, alternately pressing his large thighs together as tight as possible, then wiggling his ample bum for a moment to maintain control of his aching bladder. Ben tried to keep it subtle. He was on the heavier side, and tall, which already made him slightly self conscious. Breaking into a full on potty dance in the middle of the crowd would be too embarrassing for words. "Hey, Ben?" Todd asked in a hushed tone, close to Ben's ear to be heard over the music. "You okay babe? You've been pretty quiet..." It was now or never. Ben felt his cheeks flush as he murmured back, "I really have to pee." "Oh." Todd looked around, judging their location. "How bad is it?" Ben thought for a moment. "Uh, seven? N-no, eight." A strained whimper escaped him as a wave of desperation hit. Ben clung to his boyfriend's arm and pressed his thighs together again, trembling. Todd sucked a breath in through his teeth. He didn't bother questioning why Ben hadn't said anything, Todd knew all about Ben's shyness, and berating him now would only make him feel worse. "Do you think you can make it home?" Ben shook his head rapidly, tears pricking his eyes. He clutched Todd's hand like a lifeline. "I really gotta go, babe. I really have to." "Okay, it'll be ok." Thinking quick, Todd remembered something. "There's a little park about five minutes that way. It's dark out. You can go behind some bushes. Nobody will even notice!" Ben wanted to object, but quickly realized he had no choice. The portajohns made him too queasy, and he'd certainly wet his pants before making it home. He was wearing snug, light blue jeans. Even in the dim evening light, it would be obvious if he wet himself. So he let Todd lead him to the promised bushes, hoping nobody would notice his tense posture and blushing cheeks. Before long, Ben saw the little park up ahead. It wasn't much, just a few benches, some flowers, a tree or two, and lo and behold, the bushes! Ben felt a shimmer of hope when he saw them. Unfortunately, his bladder had other plans. The sight of relief caused his muscles to spasm, and a hard jet of pee shot out into his briefs. Ben gasped and doubled over, sweating as he fought to cut off the stream. He succeeded, but the damage was done. A wet patch the size of a softball marked the front of his pale jeans. Ben heard a few people giggling nearby, and he ducked his head so they wouldnt see the tears that welled up. "Shit, okay, it's okay," Todd reassured him. "It's fine, babe, I can barely even tell! C'mon." Todd put a hand on the small of Ben's back and guided him toward the bushes. Ben kept both hands firmply clasped over his crotch, both to hide his embarrassing wet spot and to prevent any further leakage. Finally, the bushes. Ben breathed heavily as he stumbled behind them, thanking the heavens for the meager bit of privacy... And he froze. "No. No no no please no!" Ben's voice went high as he realized his belt was stuck. He fumbled with it, growing increasingly frantic as his bladder rang alarm bells in his brain. "What's wrong?" Todd rushed over to help, but it was futile. The bulge of Ben's bladder, combined with the already snug pants and his sizeable belly, had his belt too taut to loosen. Worse, it was digging into him, making him all the more desperate. Ben let out a pained whine and grabbed his crotch again, unable to resist twisting and wiggling in place, anything to keep the flood inside. He hoped faintly that nobody noticed the big guy potty dancing in the bushes like a baby. Todd took Ben's cheeks in his hands to get his attention. "Okay, babe, listen. I know this is bad, but there's a way out. Just let go. We'll tie my hoodie around your waist, and nobody will be able to tell. Okay?" It took a moment for Ben's panicked mind to catch on to what his boyfriend was saying. He would have to pee his pants, right here for anyone who cared to look. It was almost too much to bear. He shook his head. His bladder made the decision for him. Ben gasped as his muscles finally gave out from exhaustion. Hot piss flooded out of him, gushing between his fingers as he desperately tried to hold on. His cheeks burned with shame as pee cascaded furiously down his legs. He had never wet his pants before, but now here he was, having a public accident in front of his boyfriend. Ben couldn't stop the humiliated tears that ran down his face. Todd looked away to give his boyfriend a last shred of dignity. Luckily, nobody seemed to notice the two men in the bushes. At this hour of the festival, anyone who did glance their way probably assumed they were fooling around. They certainly wouldn't have been the only ones. After a few minutes, Ben's bladder finally ran empty. He stood there in shock for a moment, then wiped his wet hands on the bush around him. Todd silently took off his hoodie and tied it around Ben's waist. It hid the worst of the man's accident, though his lower legs were still visibly soaked, especially when the lights hit them just right. "C'mon babe, let's get you home," Todd said gently. Ben nodded, defeated, as Todd took his hand and led him away.
Now at first I intended to post this in 'Omo fantasties? / My introduction' thread but it got so big that creating a new topic just for it seemed like a better idea. So, this is easily my biggest and wildest pee fantasy, also the very first story I've written. It includes BDSM, along with humiliation, but also aftercare. I'm the sub in this, and the dom has been made as gender-neutral as possible, so that anyone could be them. Be they guy, gal, cis, trans, enby etc. Of course, everyone involved is over 18 and fully consenting to everything going on. Enjoy! BEGIN I am standing in front of someone while I'm wearing shorts and a tank top with childish prints, and the other person tells me to take off my shorts. I oblige, revealing a pair of equally childish briefs with dinosaur prints all over, while I blush from embarrassment. He/she is basically inspecting my underwear to make sure it's clean and I haven't done anything I shouldn't. Only problem is, I desperately need to pee, but they won't let me go until the inspection is done. So I'm desperate, but I have no choice. I have to wait until the inspection is done. I've done a good job staying dry so far, so I'll probably make it to the bathroom without a spot. They'll definitely be proud of me! They'll probably even reward me! So, after a while, they're done. Somehow, I've made it through without leaking a single drop. I'm even more desperate, but I'm still holding okay. They smile and start to tell me: "You've passed, good boy. You've stayed dry and your undies are spotless! I'm proud of you, and I shall reward your good behavior by-" Oh, no! A spurt escapes just long enough to hit the floor! They instantly saw it! Right when they were praising me for staying dry! Now I have a very visible wet spot on the front! I'm mortified! I can't even stammer a response as I'm in the verge of tears. Their smile turns to a grimace. "Pissing through your briefs on MY floor, in front of me while I praise you? Bad boy!" I'm panicking! I can't even get a whisper out before another bigger spurt escapes, barely stopping before fully bursting. I try to say "I'm so sorry!", but they're having none of it! "That's it! Taking you to the bathroom NOW! I'm gonna punish you!" Grabbing me by the ear, they take me to the bathroom, spanking me on the way. "Since you need to pee so much, you're gonna do just that! Then I'll punish you!" I begin to walk to the toilet to pee, just about to take my cock out of my briefs that have gotten very wet, while my tank top is mostly dry, save for a small area that overlaps my briefs. "NO!" they yell. "You're going to sit in the bathtub in your briefs and tank top! You can also lie in it!" they say as they put the plug in the drain. I'm confused by the command, but I obey. I get in the bathtub, and proceed to sit down. "Now piss yourself!" I stare in disbelief, but I'm so desperate, that they didn't need to say that twice. I let it flow. I get soaked. My briefs get drenched. Even my tank top is getting wet. At that moment, I don't even feel embarrassed about the fact I'm pissing all over myself and my underwear in the slightest. Just pure relief, bliss even. Best feeling ever. And it feels like forever. I keep peeing and peeing. All the fear and anxiety just melts away. I just feel relieved to let it flow freely, submitting to it with no care in the world, and letting out huge moans in the process. I end up peeing for about a minute and a half, until it eventually stops. It actually feels so nice being wet and warm. The plug keeps it all in the tub, making it easy to soak in, even though it's not that much. "Are you done?" I get jolted to back to reality. I just peed all over myself in front of them! I liked it so much just a moment ago, but now I feel thoroughly humiliated about being soaked in my own urine, in front of someone else, no less! Though I still kinda like it... No! I can't like this! Yet I do! "You like being wet, don't you?" they say. I blush again. I end up accepting that I do, no matter how 'wrong' it is. I nod, not saying a word, not out of fear this time, there was just no need. "So you do. You dirty boy! Let's see how you like this!" They don't seem angry this time, though. They smirk instead. I get scared again. Just what are they gonna do now?? I have no idea, as I watch them undress from the waist down, with no shame at all in showing their full nudity. Yet for some reason, I don't wanna stop. They proceed to climb on the rim of the bathtub, basically above me. Just what..? Wait, are they-? "If you like pee so much, you might as well get pissed on! That's your punishment!" Before I can finish that thought, they start peeing! They're peeing all over me! Yet it doesn't feel wrong. It feels great! "Catch it all! Bathe in it! I want you fully soaked!" they order. I don't even think about it. I do my best to cover every inch of my being in their urine, and I enjoy every bit of it. My tank top has finally gotten thoroughly soaked, and it's gone see-through. In fact, I'm soaked from head to toe, feeling so dirty yet so good! They eventually finish peeing. "Now lick me clean! Unlike you, I'm not getting soaked in piss" I proceed to try to clean their genitals to the best of my ability. Until I start fully giving them head, getting very aroused myself. "Yes, this is how you do it, good boy! Please me, and you might still be rewarded!" I'm getting praised again! But my bladder is fills rapidly again. I don't wanna stop it. I end up just letting it flow while continuing to give oral, since I'm already soaked anyway. I get even more excited about it all. So do they. They're so close. I finish them visibly swallowing the bulk of it. "Good boy! I'm pleased. I'm going to reward you with a little surprise! But first, let's wash you off!" They remove the plug from the bathtub, letting it drain, before showering me in my pee-soaked undies first, to rinse them off, and then taking them off and washing me thoroughly. I enjoy being taken care of, as they bathe me in such a caring manner, though I can't help but wonder what that 'surprise' would be... "Let's do something about this!" they point at my freshly cleaned, rock-hard cock while removing the rest of their clothes. It's a surprise indeed! I never expected them to want to do that! "Come here, you're really gonna like this." they put a glove on one hand. I don't know why, but I don't ask. I comply. "Good. Now while looking at me, bend over." I do as they say. They put my cock in their mouth, while making sure to lick it all. Feels like heaven. They really know to do oral, but it doesn't stop there. they slip a finger in my butt. I flinch for a moment, but it doesn't hurt. In fact, it feels very nice! I realize they're massaging my prostate while sucking my cock, and I feel like I might collapse from the pleasure! It doesn't take long for me to start cumming. And I cum, a LOT. It's definitely my greatest orgasm. But I realize I just shot what might have been my biggest load ever, straight in THEIR mouth. I start to panic. Oh no! They're gonna be mad. They'll probably punish me even worse! Will I end up liking that, too? They take the finger out of my ass, and my cock out of their mouth. They show me their mouth. It really is a MASSIVE load. How did they manage to get THAT much out of me?? I stare in disbelief, as they swallow it all and give a warm smile. I can't believe it! "I'm so-" I try to say, but they stop me. "You've done well today. You have a lot to learn, but you've earned this." they say as they wipe the small drops of my cum off their face. "I... have?" I ask, surprised at their praise and still dazed after my intense orgasm. "Yes, you have. I don't give praise for no reason. Now if you could be a good boy and help wash me off, while I do the same to you?" I oblige. We bathe each other, enjoying the aftercare. We finish, drying each other off, and getting fresh underwear. They hand me another pair of my briefs, this time white with a motocross print on the front, and a blue tank top with a bicycle print. I put them on, while they put on their underwear. I let out a yawn, and they do the same. It is pretty late now, and we're both feeling sleepy. "I think it's time to go to bed. We could both use some sleep. Don't you agree?" I nod in agreement. I could use some sleep after this whole ordeal. "Well, come along then!" they say while heading to their bedroom. I didn't expect them to mean sleeping together, but I'm more than happy to. I go to take my shorts so that I'm not in just my undies, but they say "You can sleep in just your underwear if you're more comfortable that way. I don't mind, since that's how I sleep." I'm relieved, since I don't like having too many clothes on, especially when sleeping or exercising, and keep following. We get in the room, we lie in the bed and it's so comfy. We snuggle together. We end up sleeping together in what might be my best sleep. I knew it was a good idea to do kinky roleplay with them after all. It was so fun, and everything feels so much more intimate now. Plus, not only they didn't mind my preference for wearing childish underwear, they fully embraced it. I think I'm in love... THE END Well, that was it. I don't do stories typically, but I felt inspired to write one. It is one of those I would like to be an experience rather than a fantasy, but that doesn't seem likely, for now, at least. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you see yourself being the dom in this or some other story and/or you'd like to roleplay, feel free to message me! Anyone is welcome! Feel free to give me feedback for this as well!
Beginning Note: As I previously mentioned, I was interested in making Panam and Judy stories (mainly due to them being top tier waifus), however I was having trouble because I was just getting into Cyberpunk. Before I write my real Cyberpunk 2077 saga, which will be even more ambitious and erotic than my Fahrenheit/Indigo Prophecy Saga, I wanted to create a little prologue to set it up so here goes. Warning: Lesbian subtext, real lesbian sex, and manipulaive sadomasochism. Last tag might be triggering so be cautious for anyone who’s had a sexually controlling/manipulative ex. Panam Palmer: Desperation, Humiliation, Urination Panam Palmer was currently getting hammered. Why? She had just gotten off an argument with Rogue, the older woman was a conniving and clever sly bitch the nomad begrudgingly admitted. Still, Panam prided herself on being a tough woman who almost never lost, and having just lost that argument resulted in that pride being shattered. Good rum and a drunken stupor would fix all those problems so she set out to do just that. This rather rash act would ultimately have consequences that set off an entire chain of events, however the good definitely outweighed the bad so it was worth it in her eyes. Currently however, the nomad didn’t know all of that, just that she was trying to enjoy a good time and some bozo was walking up to her. “Hey there, Chica, having a good time?” the stranger questioned. He was large and muscular, with a good natured smile. Unfortunately he appeared to have intentions of hitting on her and it was getting rather tiring. She knew it was inevitable, considering she was quite beautiful. Her body was tan, slightly muscular, and had an hourglass figure, in addition she was tough as nails, making her quite desirable. However she wasn’t interested in any romantic relationships at the moment and while casual sex would have been an option for other people, Panam was a demisexual, meaning she was only romantically and sexually attracted to friends she was close with, something that the regulars knew quite well since she publicly announced it.  “Yeah until you ruined it.” Panam bluntly told him, hoping it would drive him off. It didn’t matter though because someone else came to save the day. “Move Jackie, you’re annoying her.” a raspy voice ordered as a slimmer and younger man entered, pushing him aside. Just like her, he stood out because he was almost kind of basic. Handsome and well dressed? Sure, but lacking any of the crazy fashion eccentricities that decorated the citizens of Night City. “You got it boss.” Jackie grinned and winked as he left the two. “Friend of yours?” Panam questioned in exasperation as she gestured for him to sit next to her. She admired his clean cut appearance, complete with black leather jacket and ripped jeans, which complimented her own. However, her jacket had the symbol of her nomad clan embroidered on the back while his was plain. “Yeah, but he’s a good guy, I swear. Annoying as all hell, sure. Don’t worry, he wasn’t going to hit on you.” “Really.” Panam dryly noted.  “He’s been out of a serious relationship. Anything he would have tried, he’d shut it down himself rather quickly. He’s trying to get over it, but I don’t think he can.” the man continued. “Well, I’m still annoyed but he has my sympathies. My friend downstairs is going through something similar.” “Judie?” Panam whipped her head up. She inwardly winced, her head started to shake from the sudden movement and even worse, all the rum was settling in her bladder and threatening to spill out. “You know her?” “Well, my friend does.” “He hit on her too?” “Oh, you got it twisted. Jackie didn’t. Actually Evelyn told us to go hang out by ourselves while Valerie and Judy take care of business themselves.” Panam liked the gentleman so far and wanted to continue their conversation, however she needed to wrap it up or she’d wet herself in front of the entire bar, a nightmare she refused to live through. “Right, so Jackie’s your guy friend, Valerie’s your gal pal, and your name is?” “Ah shit, I didn’t even introduce myself, sorry.” For a cool looking guy, her conversation partner seemed to get startled easily. Made sense considering he looked like he was in his early twenties. “I’m Vincent, or V.” “Ah, the Street Kid, huh? Pretty impressive career for a young one. Still, isn’t it past your curfew?” she teased. “Nice one.” V dryly complimented. She stood up and almost tripped, however he caught her like a gentleman. “Thanks.” she breathlessly expressed as she tried to contain herself. “Uh oh, I gotta get going. Jackie’s calling over for me.” ‘Thank God!’ Panam thanked internally, grateful she had a chance to break away. “Alright then, here’s my number.” she explained as she wrote it down and handed it to him. The two bid farewell and she stiffly walked, trying her best not to panic. Unfortunately for her, the line to the bathroom was long and just thinking about it made her bladder ache even more. She quickly texted Judy for help. While waiting she impatiently tapped her foot, growing more desperate by the minute as her desire to release the pent up liquid increased tenfold. “Sup Choomba, you needed me for something?” a familiar and beautiful Spanish accent greeted. “Fuck!” Panam yelled and jumped at the interruption. To her mortification, the announcement had caused her to spurt some urine. The crotch of her jeans felt damp and had spread to her inner thighs, but thankfully stopped there. “Uh Panam, you alright? I thought you needed me for-oh…” Judy trailed off as she took notice of the baseball sized wet patch that had gathered at Panam’s crotch, which she covered with her hands while grimacing at the feeling of clutching her urine soaked jeans. “I’m so sorry Panam, I’ll get you cleaned up.” “Thanks but that's just the beginning, there’s still more!” “Really? Shit, how much more?” “Niagara Falls.” “Just my night.” Judy groaned. “Alright, follow me and stay close behind so no-one else can see.” Thanks. Can we move slower though? If I move too fast I’m gonna piss myself.” “Haven't you already?” Judy replied with a teasing grin as the two carefully trekked to her Brain Dance basement. “Just help me out here dammit!” “I am, I am! I promise.” They eventually arrived, with the flight down the stairs having made Panam leak even more although Judy had the good grace not to say anything. They weren’t alone however, Evelyn and some other woman were there as well conversing about something. “Evelyn, Valerie, get out. We gotta take care of something.” ‘Valerie? Is that V’s other friend? Two Vs, why does that sound familiar?’ Panam didn’t have time to think about it as her bladder and genitals ached to release the rest of her pent up liquid. Valerie left without complaint while Evelyn winked at the two as she strode out. “I’m gonna get my basin, you just hold it in and take your stuff off?” Panam shrugged her jacket off and carefully placed it on the ground while Judy hurriedly grabbed a large plastic basin which already had a considerable amount of liquid in it. Panam wanted to comment on it, however it was the last thing on her mind compared to her desperation. “What the hell, you’re still dressed!” “I can't move anymore, it’s gotten that bad. You’re just gonna have to do it.” the nomad explained with tears in her eyes, both at the delicious pain and at the humiliation of not already having wet her pants but also about to do the same again at a much greater extreme if her friend didn’t help her. “But I’m-” “Judy I don’t care that you’re a lesbian and you’ll enjoy undressing me, I’m giving you permission so just help me out!” Judy nodded in understanding as she carefully unzipped the nomad’s jeans and tugged them down. Panam lifted her leg so Judy could remove her boot and pant leg, then did the same for her other leg. Now Panam’s pants and boots were off, but she still had on her green jumpsuit and underwear. “You still wear panties underneath your jumpsuit? Now you can’t pull them to the side.” Judy admonished as she pulled the straps off Panam’s shoulder so she could pull them down as well, revealing the tan woman’s black bra and hard abs. Unfortunately when Panam lifted her leg again it caused her bladder to stretch to a painful extent squeezing more urine out of her tired bladder. “Fuck it, get back Judy!” “Panam wait!” her friend protested. Oh, but she had and she was tired of waiting. The nomad instead gave in to the desire and moaned as she voided her bladder. Judy wanted to look away, however she was overcome with desire and stared as Panam sighed while rivers of urine soaked her panties and poured down her legs. Eventually she finished and sheepishly looked at her tattooed friend. “Sorry you had to see that. Bet your attraction to me must be fried.” Judie blushed and looked down. “That’s what I was trying to warn you about, Choomba. I loved what I just saw, your wet jeans already turned me on but seeing you piss yourself in your underwear was too much. If only you had been naked.” “Wait, seriously? You liked it?” Judy glared. “I know it sounds weird as fuck but don’t judge. Urination is sexy to me, both the feeling and watching someone else do it.” “No, I-I understand a little.” Panam quickly explained. “I always wondered why I liked testing the limits of my iron bladder and learning different positions, now I know. Still, during sex? Seems kinda messy.” “It is.” Judy bluntly answered. “How did you even discover it? I have to piss standing up all the time and hold it in since I do a lot of road travel in the desert, but you don’t have to worry about it at all.” the nomad questioned in disbelief. “If you can believe it, Maiko was responsible for that discovery.” “Shit Judy, I didn’t mean to-” “Don’t worry about it, choomba. Take your panties off and clean yourself up as best you can while I empty the bin and get you clean clothes. Your unitard and jeans also got soaked as well. I’ll clean them up and you can pick them up tomorrow.” “That’s sweet Judie, but don’t let me trouble you. I should clean up my own accident.” “Maybe, but what I saw was hot as fuck, I’m going to masturbate to that for ages.” Panam chuckled as she peeled off her wet panties, exposing her thick bush. “Only if you can tell me a similar story so I get my own fantasy.” Judy grinned. “Deal. You’re gonna love this one.” she agreed as she left to take care of business while Panam wiped her thick black bush and brown fat cunt lips free of any excess urine. Eventually Judy returned with a black thong, skinny jeans and a white crop top which Panam accepted gratefully, enjoying the relief of wearing clean clothes.  Judy Alvarez x Maiko: Wet Ink, Wet Genitals Judy Alvarez was a beautiful Hispanic woman. She may not have been the most sought after due to lacking Panam’s curvaceous and muscular body, as well as having unconventional physical features such as her numerous tattoos or green and pink hair cut in a bob with the left side shaved. However only a fool would deny arousal at Judy’s slim yet athletic build, with petite breasts, lean muscles, faintly hard abs, and an admittedly curvy ass. Even better, her face was adorable, with round doe eyes and pouty lips. Make no mistake, despite appearing soft Judy was tough as rusted nails and could be just as sharp if her temper was tested. Many men found out the hard way when she politely turned them down, only for them to keep trying. What part of she was a lesbian was hard to understand? Even then, women could be just as frustrating with their own complaints. Only one proved to be a worthy lover, and she was currently proving it.  “You like this?” Maiko Maeda questioned sensually, she was a Japanese woman with sharp eyes, full lips coated in cobalt, and a similarly slim yet hard body. Both were naked and in bed, engaged in rigorous sex. Judy had originally meant to just talk to her, which was stupid because who visited a doll for anything other than sex? However it was still an important topic, however it needed to be put on hold. Maiko had serviced a customer who had been completely unsatisfactory and needed to release her frustrations out, which Judy had been all too happy to oblige. However, Maiko was being even more rough than usual, pressing her hand down against her chest to the point of discomfort, and now they were tribbing at a pace too fast to be comfortable. Still, Judy loved Maiko too much to resist, and just wanted to service her to the best of her abilities.  “Fuck, it’s too much!” Judy cried. “Slow down baby.” “Can’t…” Maiko replied restlessly, even speeding up her thrusts as she rode her lover. The Mox cringed as her labia and clit grew sore from the overstimulation, however she couldn’t deny the painful pleasure. With a wicked grin Maiko roughly ground her knee into Judy’s crotch, causing the tech girl to scream in pleasure.. Maiko gently kissed her full lips to restore some energy to the tattooed girl as they lay together in bed. “You did so well. You were such a good girl.” Maiko complimented as she tenderly stroked Judy’s thigh, her thin fingers lingering near her sweet spot. Unfortunately, the Mox was none too pleased. “Maiko, you can’t do that.” “Do what? Fuck you into orgasmic bliss? Don’t act like you didn’t like it, especially after all the more…experimental activities we engaged in.” the doll slyly replied as she pinched Judy’s clit, causing her to hiss.  “See, even after totally being spent you still want more. Well I’ll be more than happy to oblige since you were such a splendid lover, my dear Judy.” Judy tried to pull her hand away but Maiko slipped one inside her snatch and curled it with a smirk. “Maiko stop it, I came for something important, remember?” the techie tried to dissuade, however the quivering of her voice made it clear she was already giving in. “Oh, right. Still, we can multitask. After all, it’s not fair I got to have all the fun.” “What do you mean, I loved it, despite you not listening.” Judy protested as she squirmed, having trouble deciding if she was trying to get Maiko to remove her fingers or responding to her movements. After a particularly pleasurable curl she decided to go for the latter, lifting her hips up and clamping her lower lips harder around the doll’s digits.  “See, I knew you needed to be satisfied. I knew because you didn’t squirt. You're a wet lover, your cunt produces waterfalls when properly pleased.” “Thanks Maiko, that makes me sound like a slut.” the techie replied sarcastically. “Not at all, I love seeing your cunt in action. Female ejaculation is a sign of true pleasure, something only women seem to really know how to achieve.” Maiko explained, still annoyed at how pathetic all the male customers were. Still, her girlfriend made up for all those chumps. “Anyway, tell me your problem.” “Al-alright. Well, I wanted to get some more tattoos.” “That’s it?” Maiko buntly questioned, unimpressed and even annoyed, thinking her lover was making extra drama over something so trivial. “On my more  private parts…” Judy confirmed, her voice quivering as Maiko continued to pump and curl her digits. “Ah, I see. Keep going.” the doll replied with a wolfish grin.  “Well, I can’t trust a random to do it, I don’t want some idiots to mess up the ink cuz they’re too busy drooling over my body. I was thinking of Evelyn or Panam since they’re my best friends and I trust them, however that would be-ah-awkward.” the techie continued as she had fully given in to her desires. “Do you think-oh fuck yes…you know anyone here?” “Oh Judy, don’t be coy. You want me to do it?” Maiko accused seductively as she flipped over to lay on her stomach, her hot breath tickling her lover’s genitals. “You know how to ink?” “Yes, quite enough. I’ll be happy to tattoo your naked body. Give me the details.”  “Alright, um, two seahorses on my back.” Judy began to list off, feeling Maiko grasp her thin shoulders. “Here?” “No, lower back, there. And, underneath my right breast I want ‘I refuse to submit’ in cursive, and a red spider web on my left breast.” “You mean these fine tits?” her girlfriend questioned as she grasped said mounds, delicately tracing the petite curves and pinching the puckered pink nipple and areolas. “Yeah, that’s it.” Judy confirmed. “On the left side of my abdomen I want a shark with a turret, and underneath it the quote ‘We all come from the sea’.” she continued, Maiko feeling that area as well. “Then on my outer right thigh I want an owl clutching a pistol and above it the quote ‘Selfmade’. Then on my left thigh tattoo a wedding garter all around-fuck me!” Judy whimpered as her lover lay delicate kisses on her inner thigh. “You want me to tattoo that last bit?” Maiko chuckled. “Fuck you…” Judy whimpered unconvincingly. “You already did. Well actually, I fucked you but you were marvelous as always, dear. Is that all?” “No, one last place. On my…pubic mound I want a little kitty skull and two paw prints.” “I wouldn’t really call it a pubic mound, more like a Brazilian mound, not that I’m complaining. You sure you don’t want the pussy tat on your actual pussy?” Maiko questioned with a grin as she continued to rub Judy’s genitals, only to receive a glare in return.  “You’re so cute Judy. Alright, I’ll do it.” “Really?! What’s the catch?” “None, I got time off for tomorrow.” Judy was extremely excited, yet also suspicious. Maiko didn’t seem like the person who would be willing to do such a complex task for a long amount of time, even with nudity involved. The seductive glint in her eyes bordered on sadism, which only heightened the techie’s doubts. Still, she was also too excited and intrigued to care, and her suspicions were completely forgotten when Maiko bit at her clit. “SHIT!” “No catch dear. Just be ready and do what I say tomorrow.” “YES! THANK YOU!” Judy shrieked at the pleasure and grinded her crotch into Maiko’s face as she feasted on her labia. Soon she reached nirvana and cried as she squirted, Maiko greedily slurping the sweet liquid and it poured down her throat. Afterwards she sat up and went to the bathroom to grab some tissues, using one to dab at her lover’s tears and then wipe up any excess fluid. Noticing Judy was beginning to doze off, Maiko snapped her fingers repeatedly until the techie lazily blinked. “More? C’mon Maiko, I just want to sleep.”   “Then go take a piss, unless you want to wet the bed again.” “Jesus Christ Maiko, why the hell would you bring that up?!” Judy snapped, blushing at the memory and pulling the covers up over her body. “I’ll stop mentioning how often you piss yourself when you actually earn it. Until then you’ll continue to be the Prissy Pissy Princess.” “Don’t call me that.” Judy whispered, insulted. “But you are, how many times have I had to wipe you down after you wet your panties in public? How many times have I had to do laundry in the middle of the night because our bed sheets were soaked with your urine?” she listed off, enjoying her girlfriend’s growing shame. Maiko had relentlessly teased her in a similar manner  a couple months ago when the Mox had indeed wet the bed after they both passed out from a night of successful lovemaking.  She had expected to be yelled at and maybe even dumped for such ungraceful behavior, however Maiko was uncharacteristically comforting, wiping her genitals just like when they had sex and even cleaning up her mess. That wasn’t the only accident, due to Judy’s small bladder, constant work schedule, disgust of public restrooms, and a desire to test her holding limits, she constantly wet herself in public and private. Thankfully, Maiko caught on pretty quick and would bring wet wipes and spare underwear whenever they went out together, along with being able to hide her lover’s condition from any wandering eyes. In addition, she memorized her girlfriend’s signs of desperation and taught her girlfriend how to do kegels and urinate standing up to reduce the number of public accidents. While Maiko had been pretty understanding in all cases, lately she would bring up Judy’s accidents in a manner that seemed like teasing, but seemed to hide other intentions. Thankfully it wasn’t contempt or bullying judging by how she never ceased to be comforting or affectionate, however it was something major Judy couldn’t pick up on.  Case in point, Maiko yanked the covers off her lover and wrestled for dominance, trying to pick her up and haul Judy out of bed, while Judy struggled to get away from grasping hands. In the end, Maiko won by mounting her and tickling her lover’s abdomen. Judy’s eyes bulged in horror as she felt hands press on her bladder and she cringed when some urine trickled out. It wasn’t a whole lot, however if Maiko saw or felt it then she surely would have figured it out. Sure enough, she saw her lover’s eyes widen and she gently patted the techie’s genitals. Judy cringed in shame at the feeling of her lover recognizing she just urinated, and could only pray the awkwardness would die down soon enough and they could put it behind them.  “What’s this, Judy dear?” Maiko questioned as she waved and displayed her fingers dripping with urine. “It can’t be your arousal fluid, it’s not nearly sticky or viscous enough, not to mention the damp spot beneath your crotch is too big, even for your slutty ass. It can’t be your squirt either, I drank every last drop of it. I wonder if this tastes the same though…” she trailed off as she licked her fingers seductively. Judy stared in awe, forgetting what they were doing was taboo and just fascinated that Maiko was either very brave, very curious, or very aroused. “It’s certainly similar, at least you drink a lot of water. Still, I wonder what this mystery liquid could be.” “I have no idea, but on an unrelated note I think I’ll hit the can.” Judy distactedly replied as she hurried to the bathroom, locking the door. Maiko pouted that she couldn't see the show, yet still satisfied at hearing the resonating sound of a continuous splash that could only be her lover’s urine stream hitting the toilet water. ‘Judy dear, I had no idea. We really do go hand in hand. All this time I thought you were just accident prone, when in reality you’re a practitioner of omorashi. There’s only one thing left I need in order to confirm it, tomorrow’s going to be even more arousing than I thought. Good luck Judy, you’re going to love what I have in store.’ Soon a flush was heard, along with the faucet. Eventually her girlfriend re-emerged and the two joined each other in the covers, sleeping away the exhaustion of another night well spent.  The next day Judy and Maiko arrived in the braindance basement. Maiko was wearing her usual dress, however Judy was clad in a blue and white checkered dress shirt and blue sport shorts (or as Maiko so appropriately nicknamed: Judy Booty shorts). Maiko had told her Mox girlfriend that she needed loose clothing to avoid rubbing on the tattoo ink which seemed appropriate enough, however Judy could tell Maiko also just loved seeing her scandalously clad, ignoring the fact that the braindance techie wore a crop top on the daily, not to mention the rigorous sex they engaged in. To her further confusion, Maiko had insisted that Judy had drunk a lot of water and coffee, saying it would keep her simulated for the tattooing process. She didn’t even understand the logic behind that one, but nonetheless followed through, patting her bladder to soothe the dull yet present urge to urinate. Maiko turned around with a grin.  “Alright dear, let’s begin. I’ll get the tattoo gun ready, you undress and lie down on the chair belly first so we can get your back started. I have the designs right here.” “Thank you.” Judy murmured as she unbuttoned her dress shirt and shrugged off her shorts. Now she was completely nude, as she had forgone underwear to avoid having them rub off her wet tattoos. She lay down and sighed as her breasts squished against the table, thankful she was petite. Panam’s heaving set would undoubtedly be uncomfortably mashed were she in the same position. The mox whimpered as her lover brushed cold alcohol wipes against her lean back muscles. “Sorry dear, I know.” Maiko replied as she kissed the other girl’s cheek. Soon after that was the familiar whir of the tattoo gun and the accompanying sting burning into her back muscles, causing Judy to grit her teeth. Still, it wasn’t too painful and only took a couple of minutes. ‘Two seahorses stretched across my back done in two minutes? This won’t be so bad after all.’ Suddenly she cried at the sudden entry of Maiko’s fingers entering her labia lips.  “Fuck, seriously Maiko?!” “Sorry Judy! It’s just so tempting, seeing your tush on display. Speaking of…” her lover trailed off as she squeezed Judy’s ass cheeks. “I’ll never get tired of doing this.” “I-I appreciate how good you’re making me but this isn’t the time for this.” “We need to wait for your back tats to dry so you can lie down comfortably. I can’t think of a better way to pass the time.” “Fine, but nothing more.” “Of course.” Maiko replied. Judy was facing the other way in her position so she couldn’t see the devilish smirk on her lover’s face. After some time had passed Maiko instructed Judy to lie on her back and spread her legs while she set up the chair into gynecological position. She did so, yet was shocked as she felt her wrists and ankles get bound to the chair’s armrests and stirrups. “Maiko what the fuck?!” “Judy, you’re going to be tattooed in very sensitive places, this is for the best. Can’t have you jumping out and ruin inking your body.” “Something tells me this isn’t protocol.” the mox snarked. “Maybe, but this is certainly more fun.” “Fine, just continue.”  Maiko obliged, first drawing ink patterns on wet paper and applying them to Judy’s parts and winking whenever her partner uddered a shudder of delight at the contact. Once done, she removed them and snapped a photo of the bound and naked Mox decorated with purple ink on her sensitive areas. Once done, Maiko went to work, first etching burning ink onto Judy’s left breast. She hissed as the tattoo gun made its mark and stung a cobweb design onto her breast, expanding across the entirety of her mound. The left one felt similar punishment as “I refuse to submit” was tattooed on the underside. Maiko lovingly blew air to cool her lover off and felt pleased as she noticed both of Judy’s nipples harden in arousal. Next she etched the shark design, her sadistic pleasure growing as Judy cried at the feeling of a large mass of ink etch itself on the left side of her abdomen. Once again, Maiko waited for the Mox to recover, satisfied that this most recent tattoo tested her bladder. She then moved on to Judy’s legs, first applying the owl design to the right thigh. That one wasn’t too difficult, however the real challenge (well, challenge for Judy, for Maiko it was a treat) was applying the wedding garter all around Judy’s left thigh. To her credit, the techie pushed through like a trooper, mewling in pain and pleasure the whole time. Maiko smiled and lovingly kissed Judy to revive her.  “This is it, love. You’ve been such a good girl. Think you can handle the finishing touch?” “Yeah, but…fuck…I have to piss so bad.” “It’s going to be alright Judy, just trust me on this one.” Under different circumstances Judy would’ve felt a shiver of fear at the sadism in Maiko’s eyes and immediately requested to be let go, however due to her impatience to finish her tattoos and void her bladder she nodded and braced herself. Maiko took deep breaths to prepare herself. This would finally help awaken Judy’s desires and unlock a whole new world for her. Then with hardened determination, she immediately tattooed the kitty skull and paws on Judy’s bare crotch. “MAIKO!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUCK!!!” Judy shrieked with pain and pleasure, the sting caused her labia to pulse and she involuntary let out one final primal scream of agony and desire as she released, a large wet geyser sprayed out of her pussy and she gripped the hand rests while gyrating with torturous delight, causing her jet of piss to spray around even more. Maiko gladly drank what she could, however the sheer volume soaked her, the bed pan, and the floor. Soon it died down to spurts and dribbles, accompanied by Judy gasping at the unknown feeling of a masochistic uphoria washing over her entire body.  ‘That…that bitch! I trusted her and she used me to get her sick kicks! Fuck…she made me orgasm through pain and pissing, how is that even possible?’ she internally wondered. After some time passed, Maiko got a towel to wash both of them up, lovingly attending Judy’s wet genitals and thighs. “There you go babe, hope you enjoyed it. This was all for you.” Maiko cooed. Judy patiently waited as Maiko continued to wipe her, then apply the tattoo paper to cover her tats. She even let herself get helped out of chair and wobbly avoided the puddle that had leaked onto the floor. Then she stormed off to collect her clothes. “Hey, wait up. Not even a thank you? Come on Judy, I gave you free tats and rocked your world! I introduced you to omorashi, since you couldn’t bring yourself to.” Without a second thought, Judy forgot all about getting dressed and marched right up to Maiko, deeply kissing her. “Woah, now that’s more like-FUUCK!” she shrieked right back as Judy slammed her knee right up Maiko’s genitals. “You see?! That’s what that felt like! That’s what it feels like everytime we have sex and you use my body beyond its limits, even when I beg you to slow down!” Judy yelled, pouring all the hurt as she yanked her shirt and shorts back on. “Judy, wait…” Maiko gasped. “You’re cleaning that mess up yourself. Then get the fuck out of my home.” the techie bluntly demanded as she stormed off. With luck, she could find Evelyn or Panam to comfort her, otherwise she’d have no choice but to either drink herself into a stupor or go back to Maiko. Thankfully she met Evelyn and tearfully admitted the bare minimum, thankful that Evelyn offered nothing but love, support and comfort. She was a true choomba, through and through.  “So that’s what happened…Judy I’m so sorry.” Panam replied with sadness. “When I get my hands on that cunt-” “Don’t. Panam, you have no idea how happy those words make me, but I’ve moved on. Hurting Maiko would only bring back more damage and drama, not to mention it’d hurt me too. I still love her, even if she was a crazy bitch. Not to mention, in her own twisted way, she was trying to and did help me. “Judy…” “Panam listen. I’m not forgiving her or pretending what she didn’t do was borderline predatory, because it was. Still, I already got payback and moved on, and like I said there’s always going to be some residual feelings. I’m happy with where I’m at now, and as a true choomba you’ll accept that. Please?” “Alright, I will.” “Thanks, for that and just listening to me. I suppose I owe you an apology, since I had already moved on and viewed the experience in a more pleasurable light I forgot it might disturb you.” “No Judy, I should be thanking you for even opening up.” “It’s alright. Let’s just hope amor will be more forgiving in the future.” Both women giggled, not knowing how right they would be as they would soon be joined by two legends who went by the name V. Ending Note: So, good news: I made the first Ada Wong, Indigo Prophecy, and Cyberpunk 2077 stories on this site (at least that I’m aware of), I’m on a roll! Bad news, you know how long it took for this to come out? Imagine the wait time for a whole story with multiple chapters, because that’s probably going to be how long it’ll take for it to be released. On the bright side, I have other projects which will be released in between to make up for it. Anyways really hope you enjoyed this one, I sure did despite the dark ending. Don’t worry, in the proper story Vincent and Valerie will be nothing but loyal lovers to both of this story’s heroines. Edited May 22, 2022 by OmorashiWaifus (see edit history)
Although the evening was in full swing, he was bored. Certainly he was accompanied by all his friends, the music was good and the alcohol flowed freely, but Justin felt like a kind of emptiness, as if he were alone in this huge house. The evening was a deluge of costumes, colors and wigs, like any good fancy dress party. He himself had opted for a very simple costume: a pirate tunic, a tricorn, an eye patch and high boots. A small plastic sword even sat at his side.      Although not particularly fond of dressing up, he had agreed to go to this evening in order to hope to get out of his depression following his breakup with his ex, two months ago. So he made the effort to come. Especially since living in the same building as the person who organizes the evening (a friend of his best friend), he thinks that the journey would not be too long). He contemplated all the people in costume: devils, policemen, princesses...      His gaze fell on a young dark-haired woman, dressed in a sumptuous period dress, fitted with a skirt full of volume as well as a corset which left her shoulders bare. He found her absolutely beautiful. She also seemed quite reserved, and was talking vaguely with her best friend, who had to flirt heavily with her. Absently, she quickly emptied a huge glass of what appeared to be beer. An idea flashed through Justin's head, that of seeing this young girl's bladder inexorably filling up with urine, due to the effect of the drink. He didn't know why this idea crossed his mind, but he felt a tingle in his lower abdomen. The voice of Fabien, his best friend, pulled him out of his thoughts: - Hey! Justin come check it out!     He felt his cheeks heat up. Her best friend wasn't flirting with her in reality, he was preparing the ground for her. He saw that the girl in question was staring at him. How beautiful she was! He got up and approached Fabien: - Dude, I have to introduce you, it's Margaux. She's a friend of my girlfriend, you should talk to her, she's single too. Exactly what he feared, both feet in the dish. - Stop Fabien you're heavy.... - Well, I'll let you get to know each other, be wise! he said, giving them a wink. Fabien got up and went to join his girlfriend on the opposite side of the room. Justin looked into Margaux's eyes, and saw that she was staring at him intently, as if to gauge him. - I.... Sorry for Fabien, he can be super heavy when he wants. - No worries, I'm used to it. She answered, with a smile, revealing a magnificent row of teeth surrounded by soft lips sublimated by red. Ba listen as long as you're here, just sit down. Justin looked at the chair next to her, and saw that her dress was hanging over the next seat. What volume! She seemed to realize this and pulled her back, giving Justin room to sit down. - Pretty dress, he dared, you're a princess? - No, in grand siecle costume, Versailles style of Louis XIV. I love this period. Justin noticed that she had finished her drink and was already starting another. She must have already drunk the equivalent of 50cl of beer, and only since he had arrived. Her hair was tied in an elegant bun on the top of her head. Her bare shoulders gave her a noble look that went perfectly with her outfit. Justi even noticed that she had slightly coated arms, which hinted that she must have had more shape than her corset suggested. Justin was amazed by her beauty. - And if not, do you know people here? she asked - Yes especially Fabien in fact, he is my best friend. And you? - Same. And his girlfriend, Laura. Otherwise nobody. I'm not.... very comfortable around people. She paused for three sips. Anyway, you seem nice. She gave him a smile that melted Justin. He couldn't shake the idea that all the beer she drank went straight into her bladder. He imagined the journey of the drink, flowing down his esophagus and landing directly in his crotch, which would soon cause him a pressing need. The fact that she was squirming slightly told him that this might already be the case. He decided to go in this direction. - Sacred descent, he remarked when she put down her 2nd cup, and asked a guest to refill it. - Yeah I know it's not good, she said with an adorable pout. But when I'm not comfortable it helps me relax. - But why are you not comfortable? - I told you, I have trouble with people. I am very reserved as a girl, I find it difficult to communicate easily with people I don't know. She drank half her glass in one go. The contrast between the sweet young woman in her sumptuous dress and the liters of beer she was drinking was comical. - However, with me you seem comfortable, tried Justin. She stared at him again, with an indescribable expression, then shook her glass lightly in his direction. - You see, it helps. She replied with a smile. Justin laughed, he liked her. Not only was she beautiful, but he also understood that his drink was starting to have an effect on his body. She squirmed, often changed position, and movements under her loose robes made her understand that she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. The noise of the friction of the fabric had something terribly erotic. - And if not, how old are you? she asked - 26 years old and you ? - Hula, she laughs, I'm old. She poured herself a fourth glass. - That is to say ? 30 years ? - Ha ha no more. she said taking a sip -35? - No, less anyway, I'm 32 years old. She stared at him, waiting for a reaction from him. - Oh you know, age is in your head. And I assure you, you don't look old at all. The answer seemed to please her and she laughed heartily. She suddenly stopped in a spasm, and buried her hand in the fabric of her dress, at the level of her crotch. - What's the matter ? Justin was alarmed - Nothing, don't worry. It's just the beer. As much as I don't feel the effects of alcohol, my bladder does feel it pass. These simple sentences gave Justin an instant erection. The idea of seeing this magnificent woman in such a beautiful dress, and in the grip of an urgent desire pleased him. - But… you know there are toilets here, they are a minimum civilized, he said with a smile. - I know but it seems that when you drink beer, you have to hold back until the last limit, otherwise after that you will pee every two minutes; And it's okay, I'm still far from my limits. Justin's heart raced when she added: - .... I have already experienced much worse... Justin's erection almost hurt. He wanted her as he had rarely wanted a woman. He imagined the worst she could have known as pressing desire. He got lost in fantasies where Margaux was squirming, waddling, prey to an enormous urge to pee, fantasies where she was desperately looking for a toilet, her bladder swollen from liters of beer. Justin noticed Margaux staring at his crotch, and the thought of her seeing his erection worried him. - Nice sword, she said It took him a while to understand that she was talking about his plastic sword, hanging from his belt. He relaxed and the discussion took its course. Justin couldn't help noticing that the young woman simpered with him, charmed him, and seemed herself charmed by his remarks, his witticisms. She was now on her 6th goblet of beer. And she was swaying in rhythm with the music, as if she were dancing, but Justin knew perfectly well that it was due to her desire. He leaned into her ear and whispered - How are you holding up? She turned around and whispered in his ear too. - I can't take it anymore. Excuse me for a minute, I have to go or our host will have to mop the floor. Justin liked the picture. She got up and walked slowly towards the toilet. 2 people were already queuing there, so Margaux waited, moving from one leg to the other. Justin noticed how much volume her dress contained. Probably the many baskets and petticoats worn by women of the time. He saw her put both hands in her crotch, firmly gripping the fabric of her skirt and squirming ostentatiously, making a group of girls who were watching her laugh from the back. Justin wondered if she was doing it on purpose, to please him. But his logic took over and he dismissed the idea.      The line diminished, and Justin decided to get up to accompany the young woman. - Did you miss me that much? she asked squirming - A little, admitted Justin, and I find the situation quite funny. She stared at him, still with that indescribable expression. - That is to say ? - I don't know... the fact that... that you want to... well... She continued to stare at him, seeming to think, then a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. - Yes finally it depends for whom, and I hope that the person in front of me will hurry otherwise the result will be much less glamorous. "It depends on who," Justin thought longingly. Justin looked down at her gorgeous brown dress. Although 40cm from her, the edges of her robes rubbed against her feet. He observed the fabrics, the refinement. That's when he saw a puddle of water coming out from under the skirt and his blood boiled. Had she cracked? It was then that he saw that the water was actually flowing from the bathroom. A scream rang through the apartment! - The toilet is clogged ! Call a plumber! The reaction was immediate: the toilets were sealed off and Margaux could not relieve herself. - Raaah not cool not cool not cool .... she roared arching, hands still grabbing the tissue. I can't fucking take it anymore. He could not take his eyes off the show, he felt that this evening was going to be one of the most beautiful of his life. He seizes the opportunity. - You know, I live in the building, 5 floors above, and my toilet works, so if you want we can.... She cut him off: - YES ! Quick before I piss myself. They hurried, took leave of the other guests and went out into the hallway. - Elevator or stairs? quipped Justin - The ? My bladder won't take the stairs. So she called the elevator, which came down. No doubt under the effect of urgency, she hammered the call button, as if that would make it go down faster. Justin didn't miss a beat of the show, it was just crazy. In haste, her bun had come undone and her long hair fell below her shoulders. The tinkling of the elevator was welcomed by Margaux as a release, she rushed into the little cabin and waited for Justin; She was leaning against the bottom of the elevator, bent over and her hands disappearing in the flood of fabrics. He noticed that his robe filled the entire cabin, barely leaving room for him to fit inside. - Which floors? she asked He decided to play a dirty trick on her - 4th, she pressed the button. Excuse me, 5th, he said with a smile. She stared at him, incredulous, then moaned theatrically. - Do you really want me to piss myself? Because it's off to a good start, honey. - Just having fun, that's all. - It's just that... it's not that common for guys who like it. She had said this, getting up slightly, still squirming, but this time spreading her arms slightly, as if to welcome him. Justin walked over, and put his hands on her waist. He discreetly stuck his body against the fabric of her dress. The breathing of the young woman accelerated, she seemed to like the contact of the young man. He decided to run his hands down his buttocks, and pull them towards his pubis, but a jolt brought them back to reality. - What is happening ? choked the young woman, on the verge of breaking. - No idea, it looks like the elevator is blocked. She couldn't suppress a moan. - Raaah damn, I apologize in advance for the show you are going to attend. I hope you took your boots because the ground will soon be flooded. This remark ecstatic Justin. He closed his eyes for a moment and listened. We only heard the panicked breathing of Margaux, as well as the friction of the fabric of her dress which quivered while she squirmed, unable to hold it any longer. - Can you hold on? - Not for a very long time, I really have to pee seriously .....    Justin peered through the crack in the doors. He saw that they had arrived on his floor, the doors were just blocked. - It's good here we are! I just have to manage to open the door.    He got no response and turned around. Margaux was arched double, both arms in his crotch, not moving. He suspected that she was reaching her limits. So he forced the door, which opened under his action. They got out and walked down the hall. A quick look back in the cabin gave Justin the sight of a few drops on the floor, exactly where his friend was. Margaux had to lean against the wall as she moved forward, the pressure being too strong in her bladder. Once at the door, Justin purposely took his time looking for the keys. - Justin, I can't take it anymore! - A bit of courage - I'm half pissing myself! He watched her squirm as he searched for his keys. - Come on, I'm sure you can still.... - Oh no ! Shit.... I.... And there, time stopped. The young woman's expression passed under a mask of intense embarrassment, while an explosion of urine soaked the front of her dress, spilling a cascade of droplets on the floor. Justin saw a pool of urine come out from under her dress, and increase until it completely flooded the tiled floor. The young woman's expression passed through a glow of ecstasy, of liberation. The sound of urine flowing on the floor, the hissing of hot liquid impregnating her magnificent dress, revealing a huge dark and wet stain that grew around her hands, the drops of urine that fell in spite of herself on Justin's boots. She pissed herself for a good few minutes, and half the hallway was totally flooded with her piss. She was short of breath. - justin......  He didn't know what to answer - We can go back, it's embarrassing there ..... Stammering, he opened the door and invited her through. Before closing the door, he contemplated the pond that the young woman had left. The first room in his studio opened directly onto the main room. Justin closed the door and saw that his friend had stopped in the middle of the room, her back to him, her dark hair flowing in cascades. Obviously she hadn't really relieved herself because Justin still saw a little puddle coming out from under her dress, unless it was the fabric of the soaked skirt that was dripping on the floor. He didn't know if she was pissing him off or not. - I.. I'm sorry I... I should have been faster and... - Did you like it ? She asked that not with reproach or irritation, but rather with a seductive undertone. - Uh well I... She turned around, holding the front of her dress with both hands. Although very wide, the front of her dress was totally soaked, soaked in hot piss. This had the effect of increasing the weight of the fabric, so that she had to hold it with both hands. - Well, come on! she invited him. As if in a trance, he threw himself on her with ardour. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. He pressed his hands to the front of her dress, enjoying the warm feel of her urine on his hands. He stuck to her and kissed her neck, while she moaned with pleasure. - Admit it, you liked me pissing myself, she said. He didn't answer, he lowered his pants and took off his shirt. He was now alone at home, in his underpants, facing a marvelous woman 6 years his senior, dressed in a grand siecle dress soaked in piss. She approached him and stroked his erection. - Oh yes, you obviously enjoyed seeing me in such an embarrassing situation. She lowered her underwear and gazed at his penis, proudly erect. Without warning, she put it in her mouth and began to please him. He loved it, she was doing particularly well. The humidity and the heat of his mouth had an incredible effect on him. Moreover, the singular smell of Margaux's urine exalted her senses. She stopped after 4 minutes of oral sex and got up. She continued to caress his penis; She then had an idea and thrust his penis into the soaked fabric of her dress. Justin felt the rough contact of tissue moistened by Margaux's warm urine. She masturbated him like this in the fabric of her dress soaked in piss. Meanwhile, Justin kneaded her buttocks passionately, and the young woman seemed to love it. He realized that she was not that thin and even had good thighs, which pleased him even more.      Unable to stand it any longer, he took her in his arms and led her into the bedroom, he undressed her faster than anyone had ever done and laid her naked on the bed. He bent over her and she whispered to him: - You don't want to wait 2 minutes, I have to go back to the bathroom, I still want to. - Oh believe me, you did much worse tonight, replied Justin before entering her. They made love with a passion never reached before. Margaux's groans echoed to the rhythm of Justin's hips. After a while, he took her legs to put her knees on his shoulders, in the position of the drunken boat. So he could penetrate her differently. -Justin! HAN! I really need to pee. Han! I can't take it anymore! But that only increased Justin's desire. After a perfectly executed doggy style, he asks her to get on top of him. - I'm warning you, I might piss on you, I'm on the verge of exploding, she said with a perverse gleam in her eyes. - I'm taking the risk, go ahead and above all don't hold back. She did. She sat astride his penis and began the movement back and forth. both hands resting on Justin's stomach. Meanwhile, he fondled her breasts and kissed her nipples, which were pointed like arrows. -I. Don't. Can.More! she screamed Juston squeezed his bladder, which clicked. She just had time to get on top of him and her urine burst on Justin's stomach. She screamed so much enjoyment and release was important. Urine flowed over the young man. This had the effect of making him ejaculate immediately. The young women gradually stopped her ride and snuggled up in the arm of the young man, in the soaked bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked down at her dress and her petticoats, with that huge dark stain, evidence of her incontinence. It was the first time she pissed herself in front of a man, and it was already the best.
Poor, poor Katelyn.  The college girl had been dying at the end of a long line in her college dorm for the one bathroom that the whole floor had to share.  She had forgotten to set her alarm clock, and ended up waiting in a huge line of twenty other girls.   “Son of a bitch!” Katelyn said.  Her hands went on her hips when she started, but over the course of a couple hours as one girl after the other used the bathroom, Katelyn’s discomfort turned into compete physical agony and emotional panic.  For even though she was at the front of the line, her legs were crossed right in her gray sweatpants, barefoot, and hunched over with her arms crossed in her black and red t shirt.  Her black hair hanged out straight down but a little messy.  She was breathing in and out quickly as the pulses in her full bladder felt like punches from a boxer.   “Come on come on come on!” Katelyn squealed.  “Eeeeeee I can’t hold it in much longer!” “What’s going on here?” Said Nicolette, who approached.  Nicolette was a tall girl and had the body every girl wanted and every guy admired.  She has tan skin and long brown hair.  For her morning attire she stood there in white short shorts and a black robe.  She was tapping her foot and bouncing.  “Are you waiting for the bathroom?” “Y…yeah,” Katelyn struggled to say through her pain.  She took in a deep breath as a huge pulse that was so much worse than the rest came inside of her.  The poor girl really was in agony.  “I….I…I’ve been waiting a while.” “Well I’m next,” said Nicolette who pushed Katelyn aside and almost caused her to lose control of her insides.  “I have to pee like a t-Rex!”   “What?!” Said Katelyn.  “N-No way.  I have to go really really bad too!”  She tried stepping back in front of Nicolette, but was pushed aside.  She held her crotch, shoving her fingers deep inside her pussy bouncing.  “Ok, dude, I really have to go, this isn’t funny.  Move!” Nicolette stood there with her lustful long legs crossed and toes curled.  She bit her lip bouncing as well.  “I’m literally about to explode.  I am NOT going to pee myself!” “Oh but it’s ok if I do?”  “I don’t really care honestly!  When they open that door I’m going in!”  Nicolette knocked hard.  “Hey, hurry the hell up and get out.  I’m dying!” “Oh no oh no oh no!” Said Colleen who came around the corner in nothing but her black bra, panties and glasses.  She had her blonde hair tied in a bun.  “Is there seriously a line?”  She was bouncing and holding herself.   “Yeah and I am freaking next!” Said Kate, shoving Nicolette who pushed back.  “Nicolette!  This isn’t a joke, I’m about to freaking explode!  I’m going in there the hell next!” “Guys, I actually really really really need to go first!” Said Colleen whose eyes watered from deep panic.   “Hell no!” Kate and Nicolette said in unison as they continued to shove one another.   Kate grasped her arms around a Nicolette’s waist and squeezed.  Nicolette’s bladder felt like a knife was stabbing into it and screamed.   “Get off!  Get off!” She yelled.  “You’re gonna make me pee myself.” “I’m going to go to the bathroom in my pants if you don’t move!” Kate said.  She pulled and pulled as Nicolette grasped the door knob but lost her grip.  Kate pulled her away, but Colleen snuck to the front dancing around feeling physically sick from her bathroom needs.  “Colleen no way!  I’m next I said!” Colleen danced from foot to foot while biting her lips.  She moaned.  “I really cannot hold it much longer!”  She closed her eyes and locked her knees together as a huge spasm passed through her, sending a chill up her spine as she felt she might lose control.  Her legs crossed.  “I have to pee!  Please!”  She started to bang on the door.  “Please!  Please!  I can’t hold it much longer!” Nicolette elbowed Kate in the jaw.  She tried shoving Colleen out of the way, but the poor blonde pushed her body against the door as if they were attached as one.  With her legs crossed she only managed to kick Nicolette off her a bit using her hips to add some force.  But Nicolette’s tall body and muscle gave her the advantage.   “Colleen!” Nicolette said and grunted.  She was starting to breathe heavy.  “Move right freaking now!”  She banged on the door . “And whoever is in there GET THE FREAK OUT NOW!  WERE ABOUT TO FREAKING PISS OURSELVES OUT HERE!” “We’re dying!” Colleen said through her tears and squirming.   Katelyn was on her knees on the ground, holding her aching body up with her hands barely.  She was shaking as the agonizing bladder pulses that had become earthquakes feeling as if geysers of urine would shoot out of her sides.  Like Colleen who cried, Katelyn’s eyes watered, losing hope as people other than the three girls walked in the hall, some giggling at the predicament.  This couldn’t happen.  NO!  She could NOT wet her pants like a lesser person.  She would never be able To face people in this dorm again.  THIS COULD NOT HAPPEN! Katelyn pulled herself up on the wall, shaking, barely hanging on.  Colleen was wailing back and forth sticking her fingers inside of herself causing a slight orgasm.  Nicolette held on to herself and went to the door kicking it.  She HAD to get in.   “Open the door NOW!” Nicolette yelled, still kicking.  Finally, the door opened, and when all three girls almost lost themselves, they looked inside shocked that it was empty.   That’s when Kate realized, she was in so much agony when she by herself she was twisting around and closing her eyes.  Maybe the last girl left and shut the door without Kate noticing!  She could have had relief from her explosive bladder this whole time!  All three poor girls stood in disbelief, that they fought, moaned, cried and dealt with agonizing pain and terror for sooooo long when they could have been free! “Me first!” Nicolette said.   “No me!” Said Kate.   They both were at the toilet pushing each other side.  Colleen danced in the doorway holding herself and turning red, her knees turned inwards.  Seeing the toilet, all of this was too much, and she just could not hold it in any longer.  “Oh…my…guys…” Colleen cried.  “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Colleen’s bladder exploded, pee gushing out of her so hart her panties fell down exposing herself.  Yellow sizzling pee getting everywhere, flooding the ground around them.  Colleen had tears falling down her face as she was so humiliated, she ran off, leaving the other two to fight and suffer at what they saw.  To be continued
Hi! This is a story based on a drawing I saw on Reddit, although I don’t know the author, or exactly what it was based on. The user who posted it said, “I think the picture is based on the anime 'maria-sama ga miteru' their names from left to right are mizuno yoku, ogasawara sachiko and fukusawa yumi“ I completely ignored the names for this story, but Suzan would be Mizuno, Jane would be Ogasawara, and Lily would be Fukusawa (who is Jane’s sister, though somewhat optionally). [the events of this picture have not yet occurred in the story. They happen near the end. See the picture later] Spoiler Skip to the story if you don’t need context. Suzan is the lady of this house, and is an inventor. She has a laboratory down in the finished basement. Jane and her little sister (or just companion) Lily work for her as maids, and the three are good friends. One day, Suzan is working on something, and ends up testing it on Jane. The end result is that Jane’s body is self-hydrating, and particularly her kidneys are super producing urine at an increasing rate. Thankfully, the effects do not inherently hurt Jane’s body at all, but they are inconvenient nonetheless for obvious reasons. Suzan feels deeply guilty, and immediately sets to work on an antidote for this new effect. While that is in the works, she quickly develops a “comfort model” diaper to help alleviate some of the inconvenience for the time being. As a safety measure she hopes she doesn’t need, Jane goes to bed in such a diaper, as Suzan continues work on the antidote. === BEGIN STORY === Jane woke up with a full bladder, but equally full nappy. “This is getting ridiculous,” she thought, as she struggled out of bed. As she did so, she noticed that majority of the pee in the diaper was still warm, and at first she though with alarm that this meant she must have wet within the past couple of minutes, and was already desperate again. But then she remembered, “Oh, right. ‘Comfort model.’” As Suzan had hoped and promised, the extra warmth retaining properties (and other features) she had engineered into the special diaper did indeed make it more comfortable after being pissed in, though an unexpected side effect was the loss of a subliminal sense of time since whenever Jane had peed herself. It quite literally felt as if she was perpetually just having wetted. Even so, she endured until after she had dressed herself, after she had washed her face, after the diaper was thrown away, and after she had dried the pee off her skin, before she finally treated herself to blissful relief on the porcelain. After all, she wasn’t the kind to put pleasure before duty, and while Jane of course normally liked weeing as much as the next maidservant, with the condition she was in, this was definitely in the pleasure category. She moaned helplessly as she quickly began pissing quite hard, ringing melodically against the toilet bowl, without letting up for about a minute and ten seconds. The last twenty seconds after that were slower, though, and she was able to regain some of her composure before she finished. With the business done, she got up to start her morning duties. It wasn’t too long into starting breakfast, however, that she realized she had forgotten to put on any panties. Oh, well. Meanwhile, six slices of bacon and six eggs were soon frying, and her bladder was soon feeling in want of a wee.  “Come on,” she thought to herself, “it’s barely been ten minutes, and I already need to pee again.”  “I’m done setting the table!” Lilly interrupted Jane’s thoughts. Then she noticed Jane’s legs crossing. “Um… Do you want to pee?” As a matter of fact, blankin’ right she wanted to pee. She wasn’t about to admit that in front of Lilly, though. Lilly had tended to overdramatize things in Jane’s opinion. She uncrossed her legs, and said casually, “Well, a little, but I can hold it.” This statement was about half true, and might’ve been entirely true normally, but considering the current state Jane was in, the idea that the urge would remain “a little” for long was highly optimistic. “Okay. Just be ready in case of an emergency, alright?” “Alright,” Jane answered, feeling Lilly was acting a bit silly. She wasn’t about to have an accident like a three-year-old. The condition was mostly… annoying, that was it, annoying. She didn’t need babying from her sister. She pressed her legs together again. This was particularly annoying. Jane put the eggs and bacon into serving dishes, and Lilly brought them to the table while Jane went to wake up Suzan. She resisted the temptation to scissor walk up the stairs to Suzan’s bedroom, but mostly because it would either drastically slow her down or make it very hard to balance. The urge to pee was becoming very strong indeed. Arriving at Suzan’s bedroom, she knocked gently on the door. “Suzan?”  Nothing. She opened it a bit, and called again. “Suzan?” Still nothing, so she stepped inside. The bed was empty. “Oh, of course,” Jane sighed, and went back down the stairs (!), to the basement made laboratory door, and peeked in. There was Suzan, wearing her lab coat over her evening dress from the night before, slumped over the table. “Suzan?” Jane whispered loudly, but to no avail. She had hoped she wouldn’t have to descend yet another flight of stairs, but descend she did, and gently shook Suzan awake. “Ooh, what time is it?” The lady of the house said slowly. “It’s, uh, 7:24, in the morning. Breakfast is ready,” Jane answered, now standing firmly on one foot. Suzan glanced at the items scattered around her workspace. “Oh, good. I wasn’t dreaming that part. Well, there’s still more to do, but… *yawn* …I think I finally have a cure in the works for, um, what I did to you yesterday.” She glanced nervously at Jane’s bladder. “I’m really sorry about that. It m-must have been horribly inconvenient…” Suzan was not one to get emotional, but it had been one of her first human tests, and ironically what had caused the problem was the antidote to the initial experiment. She had tested it on Guinea pigs first, of course, but then who expects a Guinea pig to moderate where and when it pees? “Suzan,” Jane looked her straight in the eye, “it’s all right. I’ll be fine! You did the best you could. I forgive you.” “*Sniff* Thank you,” Suzan answered, and the two embraced. “Jane? Suzan? If you don’t come soon, the eggs are going to get cold!” Lily called from the kitchen. Suzan hung up her lab coat, quickly rinsed her face (which Jane was not quick enough to avoid witnessing, to her dismay. Why did laboratory sinks have to sound so tinkly when water splashed in them?), and the two headed upstairs. Sitting down at the table, Jane really was in a desperate state. She was now very much aware that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and the non-water-retaining cushion on her chair (Suzan’s work, and one of her favorite inventions so far) seemed to be begging her, “Piss me, piss me wet soaked with piss, please! It won’t hurt a thing.” She couldn’t argue. Everything in the house that wasn’t absolutely separate from the laboratory had been spill-proofed, including the composite floor. She could probably piss a few bushels before it would hurt anything, if not more. Bad time to think of that. A small spurt escaped onto the cushion. Her bladder had hit maximum, and Jane was losing control, fast. “No!” she thought, “I will go to the b… place on my own time. I’m finishing breakfast first.” Thankfully, she only had two bites of eggs left. One bite, one half… Done. She picked up her dishes as a pretense. Even now, she didn’t want to admit a loss of control, although one was undeniably looming. “*Swallow* I, uh, I’ll go w-wash this up in the kitche-AAAAH, AHH!” At the mention and thought of the warm, soapy water on her hands, Jane’s sphincter quite emphatically decided that it had had enough. She began pissing hard, and fell helplessly back into the turned-away chair, dropping the plate and spoon onto the floor (thankfully, the plate did not break). She tried to stop the flow, and even to get up and run to the bathroom, but her bladder was too exhausted to cooperate. Suzan immediately got up to help her, but quickly realized there was not much she could do. So instead, she took Jane’s hand, and began to comfort her, “It’s okay, Jane, it’s okay. Don’t hurt yourself. You did a good job. Just let it all fly away. It won’t hurt the floor. Just let yourself pee.” For about two seconds, Jane debated as to wether she should follow Suzan’s advice: It was so counterintuitive. But, Suzan was probably correct, and she was the lady of the house, so Jane relaxed. Almost immediately, her peeing became extremely pleasurable. She was peeing harder and harder, more than she ever had before in her life. She was blushing, panting, and moaning from the sensation. She was still holding weakly onto Suzan’s hand for some reason, a seeming last touch with familiar reality as her urethra was taking her round the moon and back. Suzan wasn’t sure what Jane’s various exclamatory sounds meant, so she asked, “Are you okay?” Jane threw her head back, and moaned, “Yeeeees…!” Susan blushed herself, and hunched a bit from happy embarrassment. At least something good was coming of the accident yesterday. Jane went back to observing her stream, and the puddle she was making. It was hardly believable! [picture occurs here] Meanwhile, Lily had also gotten up to comfort Jane, but, like Suzan, was now staring in amazement as Jane continued to power piss, far surpassing what her bladder could’ve possibly been carrying to start with. Although it seemed like stream would eventually be proven finite, Jane certainly wasn’t going to be done any time soon, and she didn’t want to be done yet, either.
Here it is! The first "HoloMess Extra" story. I'd been working on this one for over a month. This is also my longest story to date, so I hope you enjoy seeing every HoloLive JP girl have an accident in their pants.             “Ahhh, it’s nice to get all the girls on a vacation together,” Tokino Sora said as she stretched. Hololive management had managed to rent out an entire inn and spa combination for all the girls in the Japanese branch for an entire week. They had also guised it as “internal training” at the main office to make sure obsessive fans wouldn’t catch on. Naturally, the girls were all ecstatic, wearing their summer attire, and donning their swimsuits in case they wanted to go to the pool.             “Yeah! I must admit though, I’m not used to wearing pajamas at night,” Houshou Marine chimed in, quick to make a suggestive comment. Her comment did have truth to it, however, as company policy dictated that the talents all needed to wear full sleepwear during sleepover collaborations to help prevent sexual harassment between members. Marine snickered to herself, knowing that she probably contributed heavily to that rule coming into play.             “Hmm, you have a point,” Yozora Mel started, pursing her lip. “But you know, it’ll be nice to see all the cute sleepwear everyone brought!”             “Can you two stop being so perverted?” Amane Kanata rolled her eyes at the voices behind her as she started to unpack her belongings. The two lewd women gave each other an evil gaze, then proceeded to ambush the angelic girl from behind and grope her breasts. “H-hey, stop it!” she demanded, despite knowing the two girls assaulting her were set in their ways.             “Jeez, can we try not to be too touchy on the first day?” A-chan walked into the room with Harusaki Nodoka right behind her. “You guys are setting a bad example for the new staff and sixth gen girls.”             “It’s alright,” Takane Lui spoke up. “I much like how alive and active everyone is, even if it’s a bit unruly.” Marine and Mel stook their tongues out at A-chan after hearing the hawk-girl’s remark.             “Fine then,” the overworked staff member sighed before continuing, “but it’s already nighttime, so I’m gonna call everyone in so we can get sleeping arrangements figured out.”             “Ehhh, we can’t just all sleep in one room,” Okayu yawned through her sentence.             “There’s thirty-nine girls here, including A-chan and myself,” Nodoka replied. “Although it’d be a nice sentiment, all of us can barely fit in here if we sit down, let alone lying down. There are four rooms we have reserved, so we’d be looking at ten girls per room, roughly speaking. Everyone, figure out who you want to room with, and we’ll figure out any complications as we go. If we can’t reach an agreement, we might have to just do it by generation.”             About an hour passed, but the Hololive girls couldn’t come to a complete agreement. So as Nodoka suggested, the girls were to be split by their generations, with some exceptions made for space. Generation 0 and Gamers would sleep in one room with A-chan. Fubuki however, would sleep with Generations 1 and 2. Generations 3 and 4 would sleep together, making another ten-member amount. And lastly Generations 5 and 6 would sleep together with Nodoka.             “So, that should settle that,” Nodoka started. “Everyone please gather your belongings and make your ways to your respective- hm?” The staff in-training was cut off by the door sliding open behind her, revealing what appeared to be a member of the inn staff. The girl in the doorway looked young, possibly younger than any of the Hololive talents, but looked paler than a ghost, as if she hadn’t kissed the sun in years. “Oh, I’m sorry, was there something you needed?” Nodoka stared at the new party, a weird, uncomfortable feeling growing in her heart.             “My apologies,” the girl said, gesturing to the idols with a bow. “It’s not often we get visitors, so I was confused when I heard voices from down the hall.”             “I wasn’t aware this place had so little customers,” A-chan injected. “If you don’t mind me asking, why is that?”             “Oh, you don’t know?” The inn staff smiled eerily. “This place is rumored to be cursed.”             “Eh?!” A few screamed from the easily scared filled the room.             “That can’t be true, can it, peko?” Usada Pekora challenged with her signature verbal tick.             The ghastly presence gazed around the room before starting her long-winded dialogue. “Let me tell you the story then. Long ago, a school idol group came to this inn for some R&R, but one of the members was nervous. The junior-most girl, Aoi, still had a problem with keeping the bed dry at night. As a result, she still wore appropriate protection to keep her futon dry during the trip. Needless to say, all her groupmates found out the first day, and they weren’t nice about it. She was bullied and humiliated by her so called ‘friends’, and eventually drove her out of the group and even out of the school when pictures of her were spread online. A couple of days later, she took her own life.” A shiver ran down the girls’ spines, but the staff member continued. “Ever since, any time a group of popular girls such as idols come here, they hear the story, and in the following days they always seem in a rush to leave. They never tell me why though. But I always hear things like, ‘This place is haunted,’ or, ‘I’ll never live this down.’ Whatever it is, this place has gained quite the reputation for being horribly cursed.”             The room was silent. No one knew what to make of fable that was told to them. That is, at least, until a certain girl with a bratty character started to burst out laughing. “Hahaha! You expect us to believe that shit?!” Murasaki Shion broke the peace with her smug attitude, denouncing the staff’s claim.             “So, you think it’s a joke?” The unnamed girl smiled.             “If I’m being real with you, I think it’s hard to believe in any curse, no matter how believable the story.” Oozora Subaru conceded, maintaining a straight face.             “It’s a pretty good story though,” Shishito Botan laughed. “It’s honestly something I expect to come out of Coco-Senpai’s streams.” Eventually, everyone in the room was either laughing, or trying their best not to.             “I’m glad you find it funny.” The staff giggled back in a sickening tone.             “Well, we better get ready for bed,” A-chan intervened. “If there’s nothing else, I would like to ask you please leave us to our own.”             “But of course. Sweet dreams, girls.” And with that, the girl left the room, closing the door behind her.             “Okay everyone, get your futons set up and head to sleep. I’m sure we’d all love to hit the beach early tomorrow.” Nodoka gestured for most of the girls to leave to their rooms. Within the hour everyone had unpacked their essentials, got dressed, and nodded off, most of them too tired to even think about the ridiculous story they’d been told.             “Hmmm,” Sora moaned as she drifted awake. She couldn’t explain why, but she felt oddly refreshed. “I guess I did need a vacation.” The senior idol stretched in her futon and started to sit upright only to realize where the source of her relief came from. A blush erupted across her face as she hid back underneath her covers, where she could see it clearly. Her blue pajama pants were completely soaked from her butt to her feet. She didn’t just wet the bed, she completely flooded it. She couldn’t believe it. She knew she was late to outgrow her nighttime accidents, but that was many years ago. The best she could hope for was for everyone to leave so she could clean up me mess. But that time never came. “Why isn’t anyone else up?” Sora thought to herself. It was 9:00 A.M., and all the girls were supposed to be up and getting ready for the beach by now, so the fact that everyone overslept raised some questions in her head. The idol bit her lip. The smell of her urine was very strong. Even if she made an excuse, she doubted anyone would have bought it. Swallowing her pride, she slowly got out of bed, exposing her exceedingly wet clothes to the sunlight creeping through the blinds. She didn’t even get out of bed before she heard a voice.             “Sora…,” the voice behind the bedwetting idol said meekly.             “No! I’ve already been caught!” Sora couldn’t help but let that sentence slip from her mouth before she quickly covered it with her hands. She turned around to see A-chan staring at Sora’s wet pants. However, she was too distracted to notice, as she saw that her best friend was sitting in a similar sized puddle as the one she woke up in. All in one moment, red flags rose in the duo’s minds as the put the pieces together. “Hey… You don’t think this is the curse that girl was talking about, do you?”             “I don’t want to believe it, but…,” A-chan trailed off as the other girls slowly revealed themselves from their pretend sleep. All of them revealing similarly wet clothes, as well as noticeably large wet spots on their bedding. “No way…”             “Hmm… can’t say there’s anyone like that who works here…” The old lady running the receptionist desk rubbed her head. “Only people who work here are me, my husband, and our son. We try to keep things in the family.”             “That can’t be…,” Nodoka grimaced. “Were we really cursed by a ghost?”             “Neee, what kind of ghosts curse people to wet the bed anyways?” Uruha Rushia, like many of the other girls were rather angry to wake up to soiled bedding. Not only that, but her and some others spent the night cuddling with someone else, meaning not only did they pee all over themselves, but got urinated on by a partner as well, spending the whole night stewing in their combined fluids.             “Well, at least there were enough washing machines here to manage our lack of control, curse or otherwise,” Ookami Mio pointed out, trying to catch a silver lining.             “That being said, if this curse is real, don’t you think we should get the fuck outta here?” Kiryu Coco argued. “After all, if we’re here for an entire week, then that means it’s we’re gonna go through this shit again six more times.”             “I don’t think that’ll be an option for us,” A-chan stated plainly. “As incidentally embarrassing as this has been so far, higher level management put a lot of money into this vacation. It was one of the company’s most expensive endeavors, so coming back early will come off as more than just disrespectful.”             “In addition, what excuse would we give?” Yuzuki Choco raised a good point. “We can’t exactly walk back to the office and say, ‘Sorry, we had to leave early cause the inn turned us into bedwetters.’”             Silence loomed over the room, reality closing in on the fact that thirty-nine grown women released waterfalls from their bladders last night, and from the sound of it, they were stuck like that for the whole week. “Hey,” Kazama Iroha injected, making a point to scan the room as she continued, “it’s weird that it happened once to everyone, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it’ll happen again! For now, we should just accept that what happened has happened, and move on. Besides, weren’t we supposed to hit the beach today?” Although it came off as overly optimistic to some, most everyone gave a slight nod in agreement. Even if their vacation started off on a wet note, that didn’t mean it should dampen their whole experience.             “You all go get changed into your swimsuits. Nodoka and I will join you after we take care of the stuff in the wash.” A-chan gave her blessing, and slowly the idols made their way back to their rooms to change and try to make the best of their vacation.             “Ahhh, that was so good, nanora!” Himemori Luna stretched her small body in all directions, lacking a care in the world as she entered a food coma from the amount of pork she devoured. Most of the other girls hummed in agreement, having enjoyed the day despite the rocky start.             “I guess we’ll find out soon it that curse is crap or not, huh?” Akai Haato wasted no time in ruining the mood, as a dull atmosphere circled the idol group.             “This sounds degrading, but I want to ask everyone to make sure they use the restroom before going to bed today.” A-chan was immediately given dirty looks from around the outside balcony. “I know it sounds dumb, but we should at least make an effort to ensure it doesn’t happen again tonight. If we’re lucky, it might have just been mass hysteria or some other contributing factor.” Most of the girls grumbled but nodded anyways, unable to deny the staff member’s logic.             “I’ll go ahead and go now so I don’t have to awkwardly wait in line.” Tokoyami Towa proceeded to make her way to the bathroom in her room, and everyone else was soon to follow, their rooms still smelling faintly of urine. In time, everyone had attempted to use the toilet, but had discovered that they didn’t need to go at all, despite not relieving themselves at all in the past couple of hours. This managed to stay a secret, however, as no one wanted to admit something as childish as being unable to use the toilet before bed. By the time everyone had made their rounds, it was time to get ready for bed. Just like the day before, everyone hopped in their nightwear and ducked under the covers as the lights went out for the second day of vacation. In a few hours, everyone was sound asleep, even those who tried their best to stay awake. And in their slumber, none were wiser to the hissing sound that echoed through the halls, nor were they prepared to wake up to the source of the crackling sound that followed.             “Flare, get up!”             “Hmmm, just a little longer,” Shiranui Flare squirmed as she spoke, trying to ignore the voice forcing her awake.             “Flare, everyone peed and pooped their pants in their sleep, including you. Get up!” The dark-skinned elf’s eyes perked open at that comment, immediately meeting Shirogane Noel’s emerald green eyes. Without thinking, Flare sat upright, squishing the supposed mess she made against her bare bottom.             “Ew, gross,” the elf said, lifting her butt off the ground to prevent any more damage. Her silver sleepwear and panties were heavy at the waist, and a now cool liquid was dripping from the silk material onto the futon.             “Don’t feel too bad,” Noel said, gesturing around the room. Everyone from both the third and fourth generations were standing, the backs of their sleepwear and underwear hanging low with a large bulge and some discoloration, leaving now question as to what happened. The stench hit Flare’s nose shortly after, almost causing her to gag at the initial scent.             “A-chan told everyone to go get cleaned up quick and meet in her room to talk about it as a group.” Noel grabbed Flare’s hand and brought her to her feet.             “Don’t have to tell me twice. I don’t want to spend another minute in this.” Hand-in-hand, the couple went to the bathhouse to clean each other off and try to forget about the nightmare they were in, if only for a moment. Although they were first, it didn’t take long for everyone else to join. Once out of the showers, they bagged their clothes from the night before and tossed them. It may have been possible to save them from pee-stains, but as soon as they all messed themselves, they knew those clothes had no chance of survival. They could only hope the stains on the beddings weren’t too obvious.             “I don’t think I need to explain what this meeting is about.” A-chan panned her head to see all the dejected faces in the room. “It would seem that not only does the curse have an effect on our bladders, but our bowels too. Which leads me to my next question. Who here was actually able to use the toilet last night?” No one raised their hands. “Okay, did anyone try to stay up last night?” Half the room raised their hands. “And judging by the fact that everyone had an accident, I’m gonna guess you weren’t successful. From this, I think it’s safe to assume that whatever this curse is, it destines us to use the bathroom in our sleep. Somehow, it’s able to control our ability to pee and poop, and when we sleep.”             “So what, do we just accept that we’re babies at night?” Minato Aqua was unamused by this situation. She didn’t even want to go on this trip in the first place, but now she has to be a bedwetter and bedmesser for a week.             “I’m afraid that’s pretty much where it’s at,” Nodoka responded. “Speaking of, A-chan and I are gonna go out today and figure out what we can on this curse and take care of some shopping on the way back. I can imagine, you probably don’t want to do much, but feel free to take in the sights. This area is pretty and full of stuff to do, so I’d hate for you all to get stuck in a rut like this.” Her last comment received some scoffs, but for the most part, the room remained silent. The staff members left the room, leaving a bunch of unmotivated girls in their wake.             The day went pretty much how you’d expect for a group of girls coping with becoming chronic bedwetters. No one went out at all. At best, some of the girls cuddled under a blanket together and watched some movies. The only times they left their rooms were to grab meals, and even then, some only opted for dinner, hoping that not eating as much that late in the day would prevent a messy accident the next morning.             “We’re back.” The staff girls made their way into the room, carrying a huge amount of large grocery bags, all of which seemed to have equally large packages inside.             “Hm? What’s in the bags?” Hakui Koyori peered into one of the grocery bags and immediately recoiled when she saw the contents. “You can’t be serious! Are those diapers?!” Although only about a third of the girls were present, all of their faces went pale at the mention of the word.             “We’re completely serious.” A-chan stood her ground. “Odds dictate whatever happened last night will happen again tonight. You all definitely don’t have enough clothes to risk ruining every day, and frankly, Nodoka and I don’t want to have to wash the futons every day for the rest of the trip. This came out of our paychecks so the company wouldn’t see eight packages of adult diapers on the company account. We even saved you the humiliation of having to buy them. You’re wearing them. End of story.” Everyone was shocked. They’d never seen A-chan so assertive before, nor did they have the guts to argue back, considering what the alternative options were. Begrudgingly, each girl came up and grabbed a protective undergarment that was their size, and shortly after grabbed the girls in the other rooms to do the same. It wasn’t long before everyone in the Hololive main branch was wearing diapers for the first time since infancy.             “How could this get any worse?” Omaru Polka mumbled under her breath.             “Don’t say things like that,” Nodoka replied. “You probably thought the same thing last night before finding yourself in a worse situation this morning. It’s better to not jinx yourself.” Not much else was said by anyone save some grumbles and inaudible complaints as the girls all crawled in bed and prepared for the third night.             Sakura Miko woke up to a feeling she’d grown familiar to in the last couple of days. Except instead of pissing and shitting herself in adult clothes, this time it was all released in a diaper. She couldn’t help but grown at how embarrassing it was to be wearing and using diapers at her age, even if she didn’t have a choice in the matter. But that wasn’t the only thing that was bothering her. Even though it was Summer, she felt very hot. Specifically in her nether regions. “There’s no way I’m turned on by wearing a dirty diaper,” she thought to herself. But she couldn’t deny the growing wetness in her vagina as the excitement in her body slowly transformed from a loose arousal to a desperate, aching need. “What’s wrong with me?” Hoping no one would catch her, she slid her hand down the front of her diaper, surprised be how warm it was between her urine and her body heat. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said softly to herself as she slowly rubbed herself while wearing a wet and messy diaper. This elicited some gentle moans from her as she sped up, inserting a finger.             “Mmmm-,” a voice groaned next to the pink-haired girl. Miko turned her head to meet Hoshimachi Suisei, her face as equally red and her sex drive as equally obvious. In that moment, everything made sense, and it was clear what the curse was trying to make them do.             “Hey Hoshimachi.” Miko pursed her lips. “Wanna help each other out?” No more words needed said as they wasted no time sticking their hands down each other’s padding and went to town on one another’s womanhoods. Moans increased in volume at a rapid pace as the pair brought each other to orgasm. Once the afterglow passed, guilt started to fit in, but those feelings were quickly usurped by the events transpiring in the same room. Looking up from the bed, Miko could see Nekomata Okayu and Inugami Korone going at each other the same way she and Suisei just did. At the same time, she could see Hololive’s symbol of purity, Tokino Sora, bringing herself to orgasm in her soiled padding on display for everyone. Moans and screams could be heard from the other rooms, leaving no room for interpretation as every idol in Hololive came in dirty diapers. Once the festivities were over, not a single one of them spoke a word about how each and every one of them did something that normally would’ve gotten them fired on the spot. Instead, they shared a tacit agreement as they changed out of their undergarments and took long, hot showers to reflect on their actions.             At long last the “vacation” week was over, and every girl was able to return to the security and privacy of their own homes. They’d literally spent the week peeing, pooping, then cumming in diapers, and not a single souls would ever know. Everyone was just glad to escape the curse and be able to sleep in their panties like normal people. At the very least, they learned a valuable lesson in sympathy.             “Ah, finally.” Natsuiro Matsuri got into her apartment, exhausted after the last week, and a long ride home to top it off. She shed her clothes, and got into her pajamas, a feeling she’d taken for granted. In minutes, she was out like a light, lying on her stomach in bed, her bottom sticking out slightly. Not even an hour later, a warm massed snuck its way into her pants, as long stream of urine followed. What the girls didn’t think about was if the curse even wore off after leaving the inn, but that’s a battle they would all fight in the morning. Tonight, they all slept like babies. Edited May 23, 2022 by nyonoyo (see edit history)
AUTHOR NOTE: So, back in the day I was a huge fan of the fanfic: 'Having Cousins To Stay'; it was actually one of the earliest Omorashi fanfics I ever read. As far as I've seen, the story has been abandoned for over half a decade and so, as a little tribute to it for nostalgia's sake, I wanted to do my own continuation of it. This will probably be a one-off but if people really like it, I might do more parts. If the author sees it and does not approve of this, please message me and I will take it down. Same for the admins, as I don't want to break any content rules and so will be very careful with the language I use here in descriptions. Again though, if its going over the line for any reason; just let me know. I'm going to attempt to emulate the original's author's style to maintain continuity. This is not me thinking I can do it 'better' or trying to 'improve' their work, just my tribute to something which helped me realise what I liked, all those years ago. 🙂 CONTINUITY: For longtime fans, I've decided to do two 'Scenarios' here: One that follows on from the story's ending, the other which alters the canon prior. The first scenario will be an alternate version of the story in which 'Izzy' never wet herself after her shopping trip and how that would impact the story, while the second will continue on from after Izzy wets herself on her father's lap and the story was left on a cliffhanger. I hope you all enjoy and again; as said, this is not me saying I'm better than the author. I'm not. This is meant only as a tribute. Here we go: SCENARIO 1: IZZY MAKES IT (CONTINUATION FROM CHAPTER 5B ENDING) Max was about to carry on teasing her when they heard the noise of the others coming back in. They heard Ellen's voice: "Uh...Izzy are you okay?" "I'm fine." Izzy sounded very anxious. "I'll be back in two minutes." Suddenly Izzy appeared at the bathroom door, her thighs crossed in desperate agony with a hand inside her panties, clearly trying to hold back a flood. Anna saw a sudden chance to reduce how much of her parents' anger would be coming at her. "Sorry Izzy" she giggled. "You'll have to wait until I'm out of the bath. You know the rule about using the bathroom while someone's washing." "Shut up. I have to go." Izzy came into the bathroom, her face bright red with embarrassment at her predicament being so obvious. She moved towards the toilet, trying to accept the fact that she was going to have to use it in full view of her cousin and her sister. But Max blocked her way. "No, Anna's right, Izzy. That is your parents' rule." He grinned meanly, as he reached for the faucet. (CANON DIVERGENCE) "No max, don't; please!" cried Izzy desperately, bouncing on the spot. She knew that if her cousin turned on the faucet, she was going to wet herself; no question. Desperately clenching her legs, she knew she only had a few seconds left to get to the toilet. "Please" she begged, as Max's hand held dangerously close to the faucet. He looked at her with an evil grin, yet just as Izzy was certain he was about to undo all of her valiant efforts, he lowered his hand. "You owe me. Don't forget it". Suddenly, Max grabbed Anna; pulling her out of the bath and wrapping her in a nightgown, as Izzy raced past her. "Thank you!". "Get off of me!" shouted Anna, annoyed; as Max pushed her out of the bathroom, closing the door behind them. Izzy yanked down her skirt and pants in one. Just like her close-call with her ballet, the very instant she sat down on the toilet; her pee came rushing out, a flood racing out into the toilet, as Izzy gasped with relief. "That was way too close" she whispered. Izzy knew that if Max had turned that tap, she would have wet herself in full view of her cousin and sister; to say nothing of what Ellen and her parents reaction would have been. She was more than a little concerned about what Max would expect from her over this, as she already owed him for helping her to avoid wetting herself in the car. Whatever it was, she just hoped it wouldn't be something she'd have to deal with for a while. Sighing with relief now that her bladder was empty, she pulled her clothes back up, flushed the toilet and had just finished washing her hands, when a loud banging could be heard on the door. "Izzy, open up!". It was her mum's voice. Izzy instantly opened the door, as her mum walked in, staring at her suspiciously. Ellen was standing a few ft. behind her, peeking her head round; wondering if Izzy had made it. "What's up mom?" said Izzy, trying to sound casual. "Did you make it?" she asked sternly, looking Izzy over several times. "Of course I did, I'm not a little girl!". "Lift up your skirt". "What?! Mom-" Izzy began to protest but her mom cut her off. "Your skirt, now. I know how desperate you were during that car ride Izzy, now lift it up!". Izzy blushed bright red, embarrassed to have her desperation pointed out so blatantly in front of Ellen. Thankfully, nothing had happened and so she felt a slight sense of smugness as she revealed her pink knickers, completely dry; with not a single wet spot to be found. "I told you, I needed to go a little but its fine. I don't have accidents like I used to. I can hold it". Izzy lowered her skirt, as her mom's expression softened. "I guess I underestimated you. I'm sorry". Izzy nodded forgivingly, as her mom left the bathroom; to give Anna a scolding for the accident she'd had at the baseball game. Heading to their bedroom, Ellen turned to her: "You looked like you came pretty close there!". Izzy felt incredibly childish at her older cousin referring to her near accident and tried to hide the shame. "Nah. By the time we got here, I guess I needed to go a fair bit but I could have held it a while longer" lied Izzy. "Its been years since I've had an accident". That was a lie too and Izzy hoped that Ellen would NEVER EVER hear about the shopping trip last Christmas. Regardless, Ellen nodded. "Yeah, I tend not to let myself even get desperate these days. Holding on too long, squirming about: That's something little kids do". Izzy blushed again; feeling self-conscious, forgetting how Ellen had suffered an accident of her own on the day she'd arrived. Two if you counted her peeing on Anna's bed to avoid wetting her pyjamas. Wanting to avoid the topic of bladder control entirely, Izzy changed the topic. "Come on, I've got some awesome movies we can watch tonight. Maybe dad can make us some popcorn". "Let's do it!". SCENARIO 2: IZZY WETS HERSELF FOR THE SECOND TIME "So Izzy, you know why we're doing this?" "Yes Dad." "Why?" Izzy grimaced, really wanting to get this done quickly. "Because I wet myself." "Yes, you wet yourself, which you're far too old to be doing. And you lied to your Mom - telling her that you didn't need to go." Izzy crossed her legs - really not appreciating the reminder. He continued: "you need to learn that at your age, that's not acceptable. You're eleven Izzy - we really shouldn't be having these discussions still." "I know Dad." "Okay, come on then, let's get this over with." As soon as he lay Izzy across his lap, lying on her front with her legs uncrossed, the urge from her bladder was suddenly much stronger. He pulled up her nightie and gave her a first slap across her bottom. As with Anna, it wasn't strong enough to really hurt, but it did make her gasp. As soon as it happened, she knew that she had leaked a small drop of pee. The wetness tickled unbearably between her legs. At the second slap, she caught her breath again and a little more leaked out. She had a desperate urge to squirm now and could barely hold it back. She started to panic. "Um Dad, please can I..." The next slap came down before she could get the words out, and Izzy felt the control of her bladder go all together as the pee started to stream down her thighs. She couldn't believe this was happening. As the sense of relief grew in her bladder, she felt the horrible warmth gather around her crotch. She braced herself for her Dad's response: any second now, he was going to realise that she had peed again, all over his lap and the bedsheet beneath. (CANON CONTINUATION) He couldn't believe it, though it was obvious what had happened. The warm feeling spreading across his knees, the pee dripping down his daughter's legs and off her nightgown; her quiet cries of embarrassment. His daughter, at eleven years old, had just wet herself for the second time in 24 hours. "Izzy, what the hell are you doing?!". "I-I'm sorry dad! I tried to hold it! I tried to tell you!". He was furious, as he pushed his daughter to her feet and grimaced at the wet feeling against his trousers. "Even Anna has never done anything like this! What's wrong with you Izzy! You're eleven years old and you can't even hold it through a gentle punishment. What...". Izzy's dad tailed off as he saw his daughter begin to sob; violently. The level of distress took him aback. He hadn't seen her like this since she lost control during their Christmas shopping last year. On that occasion however, she had been in front of hundreds of people. Was she really so afraid of him that she thought he'd try to hurt her for this? Of course she'd have to be disciplined, she was far too old to be having accidents but still; she'd never seemed to frightened. Suddenly, he realised why Izzy was so upset. Max and Ellen were her older cousins and she idolised Ellen. The dad had heard about Ellen's car ride accident but that had clearly done very little to dent Izzy's hero worship of her. Her accident yesterday must have been her pretending not to be desperate for too long; to look cool in front of Ellen, only to lose control just seconds away from relief. The dad sighed. "Izzy, its alright; calm down" he said, pulling her into a hug. "I won't tell Ellen". Immediately, he felt his daughter's sobs stop; though her body was still violently shaking "Y-you won't?". "No" he promised. "Or your mother. She would not be happy about this. Don't think this means you're getting away without punishment young lady. You're still far too old to have accidents and you shouldn't be trying to prove something to Ellen by holding on too long, that's incredibly childish". Izzy looked down, ashamed; as pee continued to drip down her legs. "Yes dad". "But I know what this means to you. Go and use the en-suite to shower, I'll get you some fresh clothes. I'm suspending your pocket money for the next month and on our next trip out with your cousins, you can stay here and catch up with your homework". Izzy nodded sadly. "I understand". Feeling he'd done enough to make his point, he gently kissed his daughter's head and ruffled her hair. "Alright, go clean up Izzy! If Ellen asks where you are, I'll say you needed a few minutes to recover and are applying some ointment". Izzy cringed at thought of Ellen realising she'd been spanked for wetting herself; though it was still miles better than her finding out she'd wet herself again during that same punishment. "Do you have to mention the punishment at all?". "Don't push your luck" he said sternly. "Now, go get cleaned up". Izzy stripped off her pee-soaked nightgown and once she was cleaning herself in the shower, began to feel better. She was absolutely humiliated at having wet herself on her father's lap but was at least glad he'd agreed not to mention it to anyone else in their family. Still, it was going to suck without pocket money for a month, as she was already low on funds from the last shopping trip; though the less she thought about that the better. Missing whatever trip her family had planned for them was also incredibly annoying and Izzy grumbled with frustration. "Life is so unfair". ***************************************************************** Thank you for reading! If anyone wants to commission me to write something for you, just drop me a message! Edited May 24, 2022 by Tom Hayfield (see edit history)
SCENARIO 1, PART II: ELLEN WETS THE BED Anna was so mad. Her mom had shouted her for almost ten minutes about how she wasn't four years old anymore and how completely undignified it was to have had so many accidents in recent days. It wasn't her fault! Okay, maybe a few of them were but not when she wet her bed! That was Ellen's! If it hadn't been for her accident, Ellen would have been the one who would have to explain tearfully why she'd wet the bed and at twelve years old no less! Yet nobody believed her! Anna splashed the bathwater angrily, as she scowled at the tub. Then, there was Izzy. Ever since Ellen arrived, Izzy had been spending way more time with her than Anna. Worse still, she had helped Ellen to make Anna wet herself, to avoid the consequences of her own lack of bladder control. Anna knew that Izzy practically worshipped Ellen and wanted to look cool around her, yet it had only been six months since Izzy's last public accident. Hell, she'd had her hand inside her pants earlier when holding! Anna knew from experience that Izzy only did that when she was seconds away from completely wetting herself. She'd seen it during Izzy's Christmas accident and was tempted to tell Ellen, if she didn't already know that Izzy would dismiss it as Anna lying and Ellen would probably believe her. After all, who would believe a nine year old girl? Splashing angrily in the bath once more, Anna tried to lay back and enjoy the hot water scrubbing the feeling of pee off her legs; yet she was interrupted as the door swung open. Seeing Max walk in, Anna instantly covered her private areas; scowling furiously. "Max, get out; I'm naked!'". "Anna, I'm fourteen and you're nine; I don't care what you have". Anna saw the logic in that but still didn't stop covering herself. "I'm trying to take a bath. What do you want? If you need to pee, you'll have to wait". Max smiled mockingly. "Unlike some of us, I can actually hold on until there's a good opportunity for the bathroom". "Go away Max, you suck" said Anna, tears in her eyes.  Max knelt down besides the tub. "I meant your sister". Anna frowned in confusion. "Why did you help her not have an accident?! My parents would have been so much less mad at me if we'd both wet ourselves!". "Actually, I think they'd have been angry at both of you but whatever" chuckled Max. "Its not fair!" said Anna, repeatedly splashing the water in frustration; as Max held a towel in front of himself to avoid being splashed. "Izzy doesn't have anywhere near as good bladder control as she pretends, she'd just trying to impress Ellen". "I know". "Yeah and you stopped her from losing it today. Thanks a lot!". "No, not today". Anna frowned. "What do you mean?". "When you wet yourself after ballet class, Izzy was also desperate to pee" explained Max, making Anna blush at the memory. "If I hadn't helped her hold it in the car, she'd have wet herself on my lap before she got anywhere near a toilet". "Great, everyone's on her side!" scowled Anna, wanting to stick her head beneath the water. "I don't care if your sister wets herself or not" said Max dismissively. "All I want is to see Ellen humiliated". "Yeah, well Izzy stopped that from happening". Now it was Max's turn to look confused. "What do you mean?". Anna considered telling Max to buzz off. Despite how mean her cousin had been, she knew that if Max wanted to know what had happened; nothing good would come of that. Then she remembered how ruthless Ellen had been in tickling her, embarrassing Anna in her own home just to avoid looking like a pee-pants little girl for the second time in 24 hours. "You know I wet the bed a few days ago?". "I heard" smirked Max. "Well it wasn't my fault! Ellen and Izzy, they started tickling me; all because Ellen really needed the loo". Max was confused for a second, then remembered something. "Your parents rule: She wouldn't be allowed out of bed to use the toilet". "Exactly! She made me wet myself, so she wouldn't". Max absorbed this information for several seconds, before grinning so cruelly that Anna was a little frightened by it. "How would you like some revenge?". **************************************************** "What?! I won't do it! No way!". Izzy and Max were in the guest bedroom; which Max had currently made his own, as Izzy stared at him, appalled at his demand.  "You owe me". "I know but-". "-If you refuse, I'll tell your parents about those times you nearly wet yourself". "They won't believe you" said Izzy, though not confidently. "I'll also tell Ellen about what happened to you at Christmas". Izzy turned bright red. "How do you know about that?!". Max grinned. He knew he had her. "If you don't want Ellen to know, I suggest you do as I say". "But its so cruel. Please Max!" begged Izzy. "Ellen!" shouted Max. "Wait, wait! I'll do it!" said Izzy, already ashamed of what she was agreeing to. "Just don't tell her". "Good. Well then, you'd better get to work". ******************************************************* That night; just before bedtime, Ellen used the toilet, feeling secure in the knowledge that she wouldn't need to go again until morning. She'd felt unusually full considering that she'd only had a single soda that night but shrugged it off. Her bladder was empty, she'd be fine until the morning and there would be no repeats of her embarrassing near-accident from her first day there. Ellen still shuddered to think about it. She fell asleep quickly; not noticing that neither Anna or Izzy had joined her in sleep, simply lying still to give the illusion of rest. Once she was unconscious, Anna immediately sat up as Izzy watched her, alternating between stuffing her face in a pillow and watching what was about to happen with increasing guilt. "I'm so sorry Ellen" she whispered, though she knew her cousin couldn't hear her. Unbeknownst to Ellen, Max had slipped a diuretic pill into Ellen's soda just before dinner. By itself, it wouldn't make Ellen lose control. She'd either wake up bursting to go in the morning or halfway through the night, at which point, Max and Anna knew that she'd force Izzy to help make Anna wet herself again; in order to avoid another accident. This time however, Anna was prepared through Max's cruel scheming. Anna wasn't allowed to take drinks from the fridge without her parents approval and never within an hour before bedtime. Izzy didn't have the same rule; at least she hadn't for about three months. Because of this, she'd been able to sneak a small bowl and bottle of water to the bedroom. Anna was now carefully pouring out the water as Ellen slept and once the bowl was half full, the real plan began. It was one of the simplest, cruellest ways to make anyone wet themselves; a method so cruel that both Izzy and Anna had agreed years ago to NEVER do it to each other. The hand-in-water trick. Anna carefully lifted Ellen's blankets and raised her hand; carefully doing each in order not to wake her. She needn't had worried. A side effect of the diuretic's effects were greatly increased drowsiness and; for now, Ellen was dead to the world. Her hand slipped inside the bowl of water, as Anna and Izzy began to wait. For several minutes, nothing happened; though Ellen did occasionally seem to squirm a little in bed. After a while, Anna grew impatient and sighed with frustration. "Why isn't this working? Max said the pills would be enough!". "I hope it doesn't work!". "Shut up!". Suddenly, their bickering was interrupted by a loud hissing sound; as both girls looked towards Ellen and stared in shock. A wet spot had formed on her grey pyjamas; the size of a golf ball, as Izzy stared in shock and Anna in delight. Despite having seen Ellen wet herself in the car and nearly in her pyjamas, to see it start to happen now was a huge surprise. A big part of Izzy thought that Ellen would be able to hold, no matter what they did. Her older cousin had always seemed so cool and collected, so watching her start to wet the bed was a huge shock. Ellen began to cross her legs; still asleep, yet another loud hissing sound soon filled the air. Anna had to suppress her laughter as she watched the bum of Ellen's pyjamas turn sodden and grey, streaks of pee beginning to fall onto the bed sheets. Two more hisses followed, soaking Ellen's crotch and then forming a small puddle around her. Izzy looked away in shame as Anna fought back hysterical laughter, as Ellen's body finally gave up the fight completely and a long, loud hissing sound filled the air. Ellen; blissfully aware, was completely wetting herself and wetting the bed. A large puddle formed around her as long grey streaks ran down her pyjamas and over her feet. The puddle was enormous, larger than any accident Anna or Izzy had experienced in years; completely drenching Ellen. Eventually, the accident came to a halt and Anna was shaking on her bed with laughter, as Izzy threw the duvet back over Ellen; trying to protect what little of her cousin's dignity remained. "Did you see that?! That was so awesome!" giggled Anna. "She's going to be so embarrassed when she wakes up tomorrow!". "Go to sleep Anna" mumbled Izzy, feeling sick to her stomach. "Spoil sport" said Anna, sticking her tongue out. Despite her sister's whining, nothing could spoil Anna's good mood. She had finally gotten her revenge on Ellen and she couldn't wait to see how her parents reacted in the morning to a twelve year old girl completely peeing the bed. She giggled several times at the thought and decided she was going to stay awake the rest of the night, so she could see the moment when Ellen woke up and realised what she had done. Even so, she was still only nine years old and within fifteen minutes; she had fallen asleep. It didn't matter though. Ellen was going to be humiliated, one way or another. It was only a matter of time.
SCENARIO 2, PART 2: ELLEN'S DESPERATE SHOPPING TRIP "Come on girls! Ellen, Anna; Max is waiting in the car! Not you Izzy". Izzy looked at the floor; ashamed, remembering for the hundredth time why she wasn't invited. "Do you have homework to be getting on with?". Izzy nodded quietly. "Then I suggest you do it. Mrs Mabel will be across the street if you need any help and there's lasagna in the fridge you can reheat. I expect to see your homework done when we get back". "Yes mom". The mom folded her arms at Izzy's sad expression, showing little sympathy. "Don't look so cross with me young lady! If you'd admitted you needed the toilet, you could have gone in that shopping centre, avoided wetting yourself and be coming on this trip now. Until you learn to act like an adult, you have to be treated this way". Izzy flushed red as Ellen walked past her, staring sympathetically. She hated the fact that her cousin had seen her so humiliatingly wet herself; only inches away from the toilet, like a little girl. Now, she was going to spend the next six hours: Indoors, alone and bored; doing nothing but homework. It was a beautiful day as well! This sucked. "I'll see you later" said Izzy quietly to Ellen, as her mom walked out the door. "See you Izzy... we'll go clothes shopping again next time, yeah?". "Yeah, sounds good!" said Izzy, smiling a little. Ellen and Anna rushed out the front door; closing it behind them, as Izzy felt a little miffed. Despite Anna's recent accidents, she was considered too young to be left on her own and so, was being allowed to go with them. Her mom had told Anna that she wouldn't be allowed to buy anything but Izzy would have preferred that to a day by herself. "Ugggggggh!, I'm such an idiot" moaned Izzy, cursing herself once more for her stupid pride. Sighing in annoyance, Izzy went to the fridge, grabbed a soda and settled in with her math books; dreaded hours of trying to decipher the nightmare that was equivalent fractions. ****************************************************************** Ellen felt sorry for Izzy. She knew Izzy had been desperate to pee from the moment they saw her holding herself in the changing room, yet she didn't feel it was her place to tell Izzy to go. Ellen had watched her grow gradually more desperate in the car, using her feet to press against her bladder and; towards the end of the journey, even slipping her hands inside her pants, bouncing on the seat rapidly. To the end, she had tried to hide how much she needed to pee from Ellen and she knew how much Izzy looked up to her; wanting to impress her. Even so, she couldn't help but feel that Izzy was incredibly silly. It was a shopping trip, it had only lasted a few hours! Surely she could hold longer than that! Such a thing would never have caused Ellen to have an accident, she was well past that point in her life. A flush of embarrassment came to her as she remembered wetting herself in the car but she shook it off. That was not her fault! She'd been on the plane for six hours and Max had lied to her cousin's family about neither of them needing the toilet. If not for him, she would have made it! He could be such a brat sometimes. That was a one-off, a rare lapse in how mature Ellen knew she had become as a twelve year old girl and would never be repeated. She refused to think about how close she'd come to wetting her pyjamas that same day. As far as she was concerned, Anna wet the bed; not her. She'd just taken advantage of that to avoid holding on too long. That was the story she told herself and she refused to believe anything else. Ellen was a mature young girl; nearly a lady in her eyes, and besides those two incidents, she could hold on for as long as she needed before reaching a toilet. "This is going to be so much fun!" said Anna, smiling happily. Ellen returned her cousin's grin, as Max rolled his eyes. Despite the trip out, he was in a bad mood. He had planned to humiliate Ellen today, placing a diuretic pill inside her drink that he'd secretly bought online before the trip; yet he needed Izzy's help to do it. Unfortunately, she had not been inclined to help him. "Get lost Max!". "I helped you avoid peeing yourself in the car the other day. You owe me!". Izzy snorted derisively. "You lost that favour when you made me wet myself last week! It doesn't matter what you tell my parents or Ellen now, I already look stupid. So go ahead! But I'm not helping you!". In hindsight, Max was seriously regretting making Izzy lose control. Sure, it had been funny to watch at the time but he had now lost her assistance in humiliating his sister; which was going to make getting to her far more difficult to get to. Max grumbled quietly in annoyance, trying to block out the excited sounds of Anna and Ellen discussing what clothes they wanted. This was going to be a long day. ******************************************************************* "Alright girls, here we are!". Ellen and Anna stared in wonder, seeing a tonne of new stalls in the shopping malls; offering exotic food and drink, as well as competitive games. There was even a miniature train giving tours around the mall. "Alright you three, go and have fun! Meet back at the food court in two hours!". "We will!" shouted Anna and Ellen in unison, as Max simply nodded; rolling his eyes at the girls. For the next two hours, the girls visited over a dozen shops: Looking at clothes, bathing oils, toys; mostly in Anna's case, and various knick-knack stores. They were having a great time and despite missing Izzy's presence, Ellen enjoyed the company of her younger cousin and was glad that Anna didn't seem to be holding any grudges. Halfway through looking at their thirteenth shop of the day; only a few minutes before they were due to rejoin the others at the food court, Ellen noticed a twinge of discomfort in her bladder. She remembered that she hadn't actually used the toilet before leaving; watching Izzy's mom lecture her from the top of the stairs instead. Ellen wasn't seriously worried though. It was a little uncomfortable but nothing dangerous. Once they'd had lunch at the food court, she would go then and be fine for the rest of the day. She wasn't about to deny her bodily needs to prove something like her cousin. Even so, she didn't feel like interrupting her current shopping to go and use the toilet; not when there would be a perfect opportunity for a break soon enough. Squeezing her legs together for just a moment to relieve the pressure, Ellen immediately felt better and continued shopping without a care in the world; even as her bladder slowly filled. *********************************************************************** "Oh my god, that was so delicious!" moaned Ellen, rubbing her belly; feeling absolutely stuffed. "I'll never understand how you kids can eat so much junk food!" said Izzy's dad, as he bit off the end of a small chip. "Becwhase itsss dellliscous" said Anna; still chewing her food. "Don't talk with your mouth full!" said her mom sternly. Max was taking a bite of his burger; bored senseless, when he noticed something. Ellen was fidgeting in her seat. Not a lot but enough to be noticeable if you were paying attention. Her legs had occasionally crossed during their meal and Max realised she needed to go to the toilet. Even so, he didn't see much of an opportunity here. In a matter of moments, his cousin's parents would ask if anyone needed a bathroom break and Ellen would go; she wasn't as immature as Izzy not to admit her own need. Unless... "Before you all continue shopping, bathroom break: Who needs to go?". Ellen was about to speak up when Max beat her to it: "Ellen and I are fine, she actually went just before lunch, to be on the safe side". Ellen turned towards Max angrily, about to call him out for lying, when the dad spoke. "Very sensible Ellen. I only wish my daughter would learn from your example". "Try and make sure some of your good habits rub off on her, will you?" said the Mom. Ellen suddenly blushed, unsure of what to do. If it had just been the mom, she might have said something; not wanting to risk a repeat of her car accident, yet both of her cousins parents were looking at her proudly and felt incredibly awkward about telling them that she actually needed to go. She doubted they'd believe Max was lying and if she admitted she needed another bathroom break, they might think her bladder control was as weak as Izzy's. She knew she needed to go a fair amount but Ellen was sure she could hold on for another few hours and figured that she wouldn't even have to wait that long. Once her cousins parents left the food court, she could sneak into the toilets quickly and carry on as if nothing had happened.  "Of course, I'll try to help her" said Ellen uneasily. "She's a good kid". "She might be, one day" said her mom grumpily. "When she learns to act her age". That last comment convinced Ellen that she couldn't now admit she needed to go, it would look silly and childish. She would just have to wait. As the three of them left the food court, Ellen grabbed her brother's arm. "What the hell is your problem?!" she whispered. "You know I need to go!". "Good luck doing so now" he said meanly. "They'll be at the food court for a while and this floor has the only toilets. They'd notice you going in immediately". "Whatever" said Ellen dismissively. "I'm not Izzy, I'm not going to wet myself because I have to hold longer than I want to". "That didn't seem to be the case when we arrived" pointed out Max, snickering "That was, it doesn't- shut up Max! You don't know anything!" said Ellen, storming off into one of the shops. Once she was stood behind a rack of jackets and was certain that no one from her family could see her, Ellen bounced on the spot a little; twisting her legs around each other, which relieved the pressure building in her bladder. She couldn't believe Max was doing the same thing to her again! Ellen knew that Max was trying to bait her into holding on and losing control, that she should just march back to the food court bathrooms and go. So what if she needed to go twice in one day? Who cares?! And yet, she had loved how proudly the two adults had looked at her after what Max had said. It made her feel like their equal and Ellen wanted that; more desperately than anything in the world, even though a bathroom was slowly rising up that list. Ellen shook her head, uncrossed her legs and continued looking around at various clothes; though moving more slowly than before. She was determined to prove Max wrong. He'd actually done her a favour, making Ellen look good in front of them and all she had to do was hold it until they left the food court. He was an idiot! Ellen would prove it. Another twinge of desperation from her bladder made Ellen rub her stomach with discomfort, squeezing her legs together. It didn't matter. They wouldn't stay in the food court for more than another 15 minutes; 30 at most. Then, Ellen could use the toilet without looking childish. She could easily make it that long and nothing would go wrong. Ellen smiled to herself. "I can hold it". Edited May 25, 2022 by Tom Hayfield (see edit history)