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SCENARIO 1, PART III: ELLEN WAKES UP
Ellen slowly woke up, feeling groggy; far more than she usually did when coming out of a night's sleep. She felt dehydrated, tired and looking at the nearest window, saw that it was still early morning. Glancing at the alarm clock next to her, she read the time: 5:32AM. There was at least another 2 and a half hours before she would normally get up and as her memories returned, she saw Izzy and Anna; sleeping on the floor. Ellen had complained a few days ago of being uncomfortably cramped in sharing the bed with Izzy, wanting more space and Izzy had obliged; as Ellen knew she would. Now, she had a full bed to spread herself out in; which suited her just fine. However, as she began to do so; wanting to get comfortable to fall back to sleep, she felt an uncomfortable feeling between her legs and a strange squelching noise. Ellen frowned. What the hell-
Oh no.
Ellen threw off the duvet and had to cover her mouth to prevent herself from gasping too loud. The bed was soaked. An enormous puddle covered nearly half the bed sheets; spreading over the edges at multiple points. Ellen followed the trails backwards and saw that they emanated from around her, beginning at the crotch of her pyjamas; which was now thoroughly soaked. She couldn't believe this was happening, this could not be happening. But it was.
Ellen had wet the bed.
Staring in horror, Ellen looked over her pyjamas and saw that they were covered in pee; her legs and pyjamas covered in tendrils of urine, while a thick puddle drenched the lower half of her body. Her thighs were soaked, her feet felt cold and clammy; Ellen was horrified. She hadn't wet the bed since she was ten years old and not regularly since she was six. Ellen had long believed herself past this and though there had been a near-miss when she first arrived to stay with her cousins, she considered that was the exception; hardly her fault. But this... Ellen knew that there was no pretending anyone else was to blame. Ellen had completely wet herself, soaking the bed like a little kid.
Tears came to her eyes as she blushed deeply in shame. Covering herself back up with the duvet, she lay down; hating the wet feeling around her bum, yet unable to move out of it. She was now petrified of waking up her cousins and them seeing what she had done. It still embarrassed Ellen that she had to ask for Izzy's help to avoid an accident on her first night, yet this was a full-blown bedwetting. Even Anna's hadn't been as thorough as this. Ellen looked down at her stomach in shock; rubbing her bladder, unable to believe it had completely betrayed her and put Ellen in such a humiliating position. Rubbing her stomach, Ellen then gasped as she realised something else; her legs clenching together slightly as a reflex.
She still had to go.
"Are you kidding me?!" whispered Ellen angrily, not understanding how she could possibly need to pee after an accident like this.
Regardless of how, Ellen was starting to feel the pressure in her bladder and the growing need to cross her legs to hold. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold it for two and a half hours until her cousins parents got up and even if she could, that would only lead to everyone discovering her current loss of control. Ellen sniffed hard, holding back a sob. She had to do something.
"I need to go".
Ellen decided that was her first priority. The bathroom was just down the hallway and Ellen was in increasing need of it, so that was where she would go first. There, she could relieve herself, clean up and get the disgusting feeling of pee off her body. She could also grab towels from there; her cousins had dozens of them, more than enough to get rid of the puddle on her bed. Of course, that wouldn't hide the giant wet spot on the sheets; nor her pyjamas. Ellen decided that she could hide her pyjamas in her rucksack and clean them when nobody else was around. As for the sheet: She had an idea. Ellen had drunk a soda before bed and had permission to have one in the bedroom. She cursed that first decision now; assuming that it had gone through her bladder far more than she ever would have thought possible. Still, now it could be her salvation.
If she took one from the kitchen fridge and waited until they were woken up in the morning, Ellen could wait until she was expected to get out of bed. If she timed it right, she'd be drinking at the very moment she'd normally throw off her duvet and would then *accidentally* drop her soda onto the bed. It would disguise the wet spot from the drink No doubt, her cousin's mum would be irritated. She would get a lecture; maybe even a light punishment, and the other girls would tease her for being clumsy. However, it was infinitely better than her cousins realising that she wet the bed.
Of course, Ellen's plan had several issues; the biggest of which was that her cousins parents were light sleepers. She'd nearly peed the bed on the first night as Izzy had told her there was no way she would even make it to the bathroom without being caught. However, her growing desperation; on multiple levels, demanded that she try. If Ellen stayed in bed for more than another few minutes, she was going to wet herself for the second time that night. She was already starting to squirm, causing the bed puddle to slosh around noisily and Ellen couldn't risk waking anyone. Her only hope was to be quiet enough that the others remained asleep and she could avoid anyone realising what had happened.
Ellen swung her feet out of bed, immediately grimacing as she felt a soggy patch surrounding the bed too; realising it must be from her own pee. Quietly stepping forward, over Izzy and around Anna, Ellen passed a mirror and caught sight of her reflection; illuminated by moonlight: She practically turned red with shame. Her pyjamas were drenched, sodden from the crotch down to her ankles and all up and around her bum. She had no idea how long she'd been rolling around in her own mess and the thought was not helping Ellen's increasingly aching bladder, as her knees bent and she squirmed on the spot for a few seconds; trying to gather enough strength to keep moving.
"I can do this" whispered Ellen, as she opened the bedroom door; incredibly slowly, wincing at every tiny creak and breathing heavily as she passed through the gap.
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Ellen was panicking. She had made it approximately eight steps from the bedroom, across a creaky old floor; terrified that each individual noise was going to wake someone. Far more urgently though, the bathroom was only another twelve steps away; yet it may as well have been twelve miles, as Ellen could barely walk. Her bladder felt like it was on fire, a burning sensation inside Ellen's stomach was making her legs shake badly with desperation and each step forward was accompanied by what felt like minutes of bouncing, squirming and desperately clutching between her sodden pyjamas; trying to apply enough pressure to hold on a little longer.
She couldn't believe how much pain she was in. Though she didn't like to admit it, Ellen had experienced her fair share of accidents over the years; yet none like this. On those occasions, she had held on too long and lost control, soaking jeans, skirts, pyjamas, school uniform or whatever else she'd had the misfortune to be wearing when she lost control. However, in those cases, it at least made some sense. With each of them, Ellen knew what had forced her to hold on too long; what had overwhelmed her, and how it felt when she was critically desperate. This didn't feel like that. It felt like her body was burning up; an enormous amount of pee inside her just begging to be let free. She had already leaked twice just shuffling down the hallway and as she felt a third one coming, Ellen groaned quietly.
"Oh no no no!".
Ellen felt her crotch re-soak with fresh pee and blushed with shame. She was twelve years old damn it and the bathroom was in sight, she could see the door! Mature, twelve year old girls don't stay in hallways; bursting to pee, leaking into their pyjamas. They hold on until they can get relief and a small piece of Ellen's broken pride demanded that she act her age. Straightening up her body, Ellen made the daring move to remove both hands from between her legs; immediately feeling her desperation triple, yet it wouldn't matter. Her plan was to walk straight to the bathroom door; quietly, no more stopping. Any pain she felt, she'd push through it. Any leaks... there wouldn't be anymore. Ellen took a deep breath and began walking towards the bathroom, even as her bladder screamed in agony.
She made it approximately five steps; her bladder burning from each one, before the door next the bathroom swung open and two tired, annoyed looking parents emerged.
"Ellen?" asked the mom, confused. "What are you doing out of bed?".
Ellen froze; petrified, unable to think of a response. In the darkness, they couldn't see her wet pyjamas but if they turned on the hallway light, they would and her plan would be ruined. Everyone would know what happened. She needed to do something.
"I... I...".
The dad reached for the hallway light as Ellen suddenly found her voice.
"No, don't!" said Ellen, terrified; yet it was too late.
Light flooded the hallway and Ellen heard them gasp, her eyes adjusting to the light quickly and seeing that they were staring right at her soaked pyjamas; with her legs now criss-crossed tightly around each other, her whole body desperate for relief.
"Ellen!".
"W-wait, I can explain-" began Ellen but it was cut off as she heard two doors open behind her; almost at the exact same moment.
Izzy, Anna and Max emerged from their rooms, looking confused; only to stare at Ellen's clearly wet pyjamas.
"Oh my god Ellen!" giggled Anna. "Did you pee yourself?!".
"No, shut up!" shouted Ellen, as she felt a leak spring from her again; running down her legs, as her whole body vibrated with desperation.
"Then what happened?!" asked the dad, clearly angry.
Ellen struggled to answer; struggled to think, paralysed by her embarrassment at being discovered and the fear of what she knew was only seconds away.
"I can... explain..." said Ellen, bouncing on the spot. "But first... I... I...".
"She wet herself" said Anna mockingly.
"No cousin... she's wetting herself" grinned Max.
The parents looked down and saw a small puddle at Ellen's feet, as another long leak burst from her bladder; soaking her pyjamas and forming a puddle on the floor.
"Ellen, you are much too old to be having accidents like this! What's wrong with you?" asked the mother accusingly.
"I'm sorry Auntie Mary, I tried to hold it, I-".
"-Not very well" interrupted Anna. "There's a big puddle on Izzy's bed. She's already wet herself tonight".
"Is this true Ellen?!" asked the dad, practically shouting.
Ellen couldn't breath, she couldn't think; she couldn't speak. She needed the toilet so badly, yet was so embarrassed she didn't know what to do and so stood there; terrified, as she felt the last of her control drain away".
"I think... I think I... oh no!".
Ellen tried to take a step forward; to race for the bathroom, yet an agonising burning sensation ripped through her body, as an enormous leak sprung through her pyjamas, enough to have pee running down the outside, as the puddle by her feet grew twice its size. Ellen gasped in pain, falling back against the nearby wall; barely remaining standing, and the impact of hitting the hallway wall was too much for her. Ellen gasped in horror.
"I can't hold it!".
By the time she spoke, Ellen was already wetting herself; pee bursting from her bladder and re-soaking her drenched pyjamas, as a puddle grew on the hallway floor. Ellen's whole body was shaking as she lost control, rivers of pee running down her legs as she began to cry in embarrassment; yet it was far from over. Ellen continued to sob as the puddle around her grew and she had the worst accident in her life, any feelings of relief for her aching body drowned out by the humiliation of losing control in front of so many of her family.
Anna and Max were holding back laughter, as Izzy stared in shock. She couldn't believe her smart, mature cousin was having the second accident of their holiday together and in such an embarrassing way. She was shocked, appalled and guilty; knowing that she had played a part in causing this. A part of her wanted to confess right now to what they had done to Ellen, to absolve Ellen of some of the guilt but she couldn't. The thought was too embarrassing. If it hadn't been for Max, Izzy might have done what Ellen was currently doing now and the thought was too scary to contemplate. Reluctantly, she kept her mouth closed and continued to watch guiltily as Ellen completely peed herself.
"This is disgraceful behaviour Ellen, I'm so disappointed in you" said Auntie Mary sternly, watching as her niece's accident came to an end. "Rest assured, I will be calling your parents in the morning and they will hear all about your immaturity. For goodness sake, you are meant to be setting an example for your cousins!"
"Izzy hasn't wet herself once while you've been here and she's a year younger than you. Act your age Ellen" continued the dad, as Ellen sobbed on the spot.
Despite feeling awful for her cousin, Izzy swelled with pride to be used as the example of maturity; especially in contrast to Ellen, something she never thought would happen. It was only spoiled by her cousin's desperate wailing, as she was led into the bathroom; to be rinsed down and cleaned in the shower by her mom, while her dad went to go and get a mop.
"Nice job Izzy" whispered Max, once her parents had walked away. "I've never seen my sister wet herself like that before".
"Yeah, well; I hope you're happy" grumbled Izzy, as Anna smiled widely.
"I am!" she said, before skipping back to the bedroom and leaping into bed.
"Next time, I'll have to think of something much more humiliating to get her this embarrassed again".
"Don't count on my help for that Max" said Izzy angrily. "This was cruel and mean! I want nothing to do with it".
Izzy stepped back inside her bedroom and slammed the door. Max wasn't worried. He knew Izzy was desperate to prove herself and now; as the only one of the three girls who hadn't wet herself during this holiday, there would be more pressure on her than ever to be the example for the others. Max could use that to his advantage, again and again and again...
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Almost an hour later; after the bed had been dried, stripped and fresh bedding was placed on, Ellen returned to the room, her eyes puffy and red from crying. Auntie Mary stood over the three girls, her face like thunder.
"I don't want anymore trouble from you three until 9:00AM. You'll sleep in an extra hour, to make up for the lost sleep we lost cleaning her mess. You can thank your cousin for that".
Ellen bowed her head in shame and got back into the clean bed, as Izzy's mom closed the door. Anna went back to sleep almost instantly; having been dozing for the past hour, yet Izzy was wide awake and horribly ashamed. This only increased tenfold as she could hear Ellen crying; sobbing into her pillows, as Izzy felt awful. She wanted so badly to comfort her, to tell her the truth; yet she couldn't. So instead, Izzy buried her head beneath her own pillows; trying to drown out her cousin's sobs.
"I'm so sorry Ellen". |
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Though she knew the layout of their old home well enough to trot it backwards in her sleep, Princess Luna had yet to memorize the entirety of the Canterlot Castle, leaving her in need of a guide for visits to areas she rarely traveled. At present such a pony wasn't available, so she was on her own as she hurried through the hallways branching off from the ballroom, her magical mane flowing well behind her as she hurried. The area was one of the few where only castle staff and royalty had permission to travel, so she was quite alone as she cantered down a dark hallway.
At least that meant she was free of witnesses when she skidded to a halt and crossed her back legs in a rush, color rising to her cheeks as a soft keen echoed down the window lined hall. Sweat dampened her dark coat, beading along her forehead and going flying as she looked about the tight quarters with rapid twists of her neck. Even with her darkness adjusted eyes she found nothing and no one to help her. For all of her struggle that was just as well, she'd have combusted if one of her subjects saw her in her current state...
What would they do if they saw a potty dancing princess anyway?
Hot pain burst across her marehood in a spasm, the muscles seeming to throw a tantrum at her adamant refusal to give them a break, and she was left hopping from side to side. Thighs crammed together and slick with sweat, the mare tried to give herself some light to search by with her horn, only to whimper when the concentration sent another jolt of pain down her hindquarters. There wasn't a way to use her powers without creating the very disaster she wanted to avoid.
Worse, she was no longer just away from the party, she was rather turned around. It would take time she didn't have to get back to the crowd, and by then she'd be at her limit, if she didn't lose control on the way.
Another burst of agony made her cry out, rump dropping so she could shove her heel against her marehood. There was already more dampness than she wanted to acknowledge on her marehood, though hopefully it was nothing more than sweat... a great deal of it.
"Why didn't you just go when you woke up?" she asked herself, voice a croaky whisper in her current state as she rocked her hips from side to side. Memories of her private room and the attached bathroom mocked her with how easily she could have avoided her current predicament; if only she'd gone just as the sunset woke her, when she had first felt the fullness of her bladder throbbing between her legs... Oh, but she'd been so confident in her ability to hold, even when she'd learned this party was occurring and required her to make an appearance... The line to the bathrooms was probably just as long now as it had been when she'd left, especially with a number of the restrooms closed for renovations.
Thinking of a toilet made her spasm again, and this time a shock of hot wetness dribbling down her inner flank sent cold adrenaline through her veins. Bouncing her back legs, she started up her search again, looking for a bathroom that wasn't blocked by a line of ponies. Without a soul for company the clopping of her hooves over the pristine tile was loud enough to make her wince, and her own haggard breathing was no more subtle, her soft whimpers of pain growing louder with every step. All she had to be thankful for was privacy, with nothing but the occasional statue in the moonlight to judge her for being in such a predicament.
Princess Luna came to a shaky and sudden halt by one of the many windows, her back legs trembling as a series of soft cries left her lips and her legs wound themselves together. It was all trying to burst out then and there, threatening to overwhelm her floodgates and gush onto the tile below...
Tears burned in her eyes as she looked out on the darkened landscape; the forest beyond beckoned to her, inviting her to relieve herself as she had many times before while out on patrol. All she ever needed was a tree and a heft of her tail... Had she the strength or time she'd have gladly taken to the skies and found the edge of the forest, but her wings were locked at her side now, frozen like the rest of her thanks to how coiled she was. All her body allowed was a tightening of her crossed legs and a soft sound of despair as more heat dribbled down her thighs.
Not here, not here... Merciful Midnight, I can't do it here!
But what could she do?? There was nowhere to go, she didn't have the capacity to get somewhere appropriate, and she had to pee...
Some terrible madness, brought on by an unbearable need to urinate, compelled her to take the path of least resistance. Nopony knew she was here, and there probably wouldn't be anypony coming through these halls until morning... If there was anything left at all by then it would be impossible to tell where the puddle came from, and her greatest humiliation would be mopped up like it had never occurred in the first place. Such intense desperation clouded her mind to the point that the idea seemed absolutely brilliant. Who cared about dignity when so much was at stake? Even better, if she seized the opportunity now when there was no one around, there'd be no chance of her getting caught. Temptation tugged at the tail she'd plastered over the exit, compelling it to rise and reveal a glimpse of her marehood, the delicate folds puffy and sore thanks to all of her holding-
"No!" she stopped herself from peeing with a cry of defiance, but her bold resistance petered out with another keen of pain, her labia burning from the overexertion. Though she didn't lose a drop, she was left standing in the same spot and enduring the same predicament, her side heaving to catch her breath. There was too much pride in her to lose control, but there was also far too much piss for that ideal to last, meaning she had this brief window in which to make a decision. At this point she was in damage control and accepted that nothing would be perfect... though surely there was somewhere more or less dignified a princess could pee, right?! Somewhere out of the way, free of witnesses, and that would let her keep some measure of her dignity...
Rythmic agony in her urethra, like a captive banging against an exit, formed the backdrop of her decision. Barely coherent and ready to burst, the mare took one final look around. Darkness at both ends of the hallway made her feel quite isolated, though there was still nowhere that made for an obvious back up toilet. Shimmering light from the countless windows danced across the marble tiles as her eyes darted about, the statues of ancient heroes all flanked by pristine pots and vases of rare flowers that gave the hall a wiff of sweetness.
A mix of a pained cry and a frustrated sigh passed her muzzle as she failed to find a solution. A million fineries, but not a single-
Wait.
An instinct within her realized the potential of the plants before her conscious mind could even register the wilted fronds of the closest one, and by then she was already hobbling over, trying not to spurt with every step. Knowing relief was potentially at hoof gave her the strength to hold just a little longer, though there was still wetness on her fur that would need to be dealt with.
In the full light of the moon she was just able to maneuver the pot with her shaking hooves, her chest heaving as she pulled it close and moved the withered leaves aside. A glance inside and a quick bit of mental math found the pot roughly big and deep enough, she hoped, to contain the full capacity of her bladder without overflowing. It would help that the plant inside was dry and withering; hopefully it would by thirsty enough to drink up everything she gave it...
Securing the pristine ceramic between her hooves, Luna bit her lip and shoved herself behind a tiny outcrop between two towering statues so she had some hint of privacy, securing her coiled self as out of sight as her size allowed. Granted, there was a towering window at her side, but she reasoned it was dark enough that she didn't have to worry about that. The real threat came from being stumbled upon whilst she was powerless to move. Smushing her side against the cold glass and bracing her forehead against the statue at her front, Luna prayed she'd also be quiet enough not to draw attention, blushing even harder at the fact she needed to be worried about such things.
A hot sting filled her marehood as she pushed the plant behind her, the darkness and her own lack of experience going under such circumstances making it hard to be sure she wasn't about to shower the hallway, not that she had the time to care. Trying not to feel too humiliated, she spread her legs and squatted like a dog, aiming herself at the pot she'd placed between her legs and behind her rump. Quaking as the ocean prepared to gush forth, she nearly choked on her humiliation as she settled into position, lifting her tail to expose her shame to the open air.
She didn't even need to "go" thanks to her desperation; the opportunity for relief kicked her body into action, a sense of warm relaxation washing over all the parts of her that had been so tormented and compelling them to release their tension. Heat flooded her cheeks as she felt herself giving in, her senses primed for intruders even as she recognized stopping would be impossible.
Tail hefting high and out of the way, Luna gasped and twitched as her labia partef suddenly, the cold night air sending a bolt tingling up her spine and a quiver along the length of her back. It was all it took.
Endorphins tingling along her shaking body, the Princess had to bite her lip to avoid gasping at the first spurt to willingly pass her labia, the hot droplets of piss sprinkling the wilted plant below to gather on the leaves like golden dew. Holding it for so long made letting go a slow process, but she didn't need to expend effort on anything but maintaining her aim, her floodgates naturally easing open beneath the astounding pressure inside her. Soft gasps from her open mouth were the only quiet cue to what she was doing. At first it was overwhelmingly sharp thanks a veritable ocean of piss rushing for the exit, but after a few precious moments she finally felt the pieces fall into place. Her urethra relaxed, her tail went limp across her flank, and the floodgates eased open at long last...
In the silent hallway, she heard her tinkle pattering against the dirt before she even realized she was going for real, the sound of release like music to her twitching ears. It was the tiniest stream she'd ever known at the start, thinner than the knib of a delicate quill, but it didn't take long for it to thicken. Soft hissing merged with the delicate sound of her flow splashing into the dirt, and as out of place as it was she knew the noise would be recognizable to anypony as soon as they heard it. That should have put her on edge; anypony unlucky enough to stumble into the hallway would have been able to tell what she was doing before they even saw her, but she found it impossible to care, let alone worry.
"Ahhhhh..."
Fog blossomed on the window as she let out a heavy sigh, her sweat soaked forehead resting against the cool glass and her eyes lidding with bliss as she felt it at long last; relief.
From between her parted labia, a thin tinkle sped up until it was a proper waterfall, the flow landing perfectly in the center of the pot save for the occasional brush against the wilted leaves. Princess Luna shifted her hooves for greater comfort, keeping herself close to the pot so she didn't overshoot and make a mess on the tile below, not that she could do much about the small amount spattering to the floor... There was no controlling such a high velocity stream in such tight quarters. Enjoying herself too much to care, she sighed again, cracking open her eyes as the first rush of urine lost some of its power.
Looking out on the empty moonlit landscape as her stream slowed, the Princess pushed down on her bladder without delay, needing only to give a tiny squeeze before she was once again gushing at full capacity.
Taking a moment to look back at her progress, Luna had to hold back a naughty smile when she beheld the window fogging from the heat of her release, the clear glass becoming nearly opaque from the heat she was letting off. That was to say nothing of how much she'd already made; the bone dry dirt was now struggling to soak up her piss fast enough to keep it from climbing the rim, forcing her to hold back a little lest she overflow her impromptu toilet. Even better, the plant itself seemed to have perked up from the refreshing drink and shower, the plumpening folds rising up to caress her rump.
Letting out another sigh as her streamagged, Luna took the time to push again, feeling her bladder dropping to a much more bearable level as she did so. There was still so much, but compared to the ocean she'd been enduring the weight of for hours on end, this felt quite... pleasant. In fact, her whole body was almost tingling with electric relief. Warm bliss pulsed through her as she peed, encouraging her to keep going and free every last drop.
By the second half her urine was splashing into a puddle that the plant couldn't absorb, fat droplets flying off the impact point to land everywhere from the plant to the floor to the unfortunate statue behind her. Whatever brave hero had been immortalized in the carved crystal, they didn't seem to mind getting caught in the crossfire of her release, their determined gaze remaining forward. Though she had every intention of cleaning them up, for the moment it just added to the naughty fun she was having. This wasn't the kind of activity she usually indulged in...
For the first time since she'd started her stream truly fluctuated, the audible hiss sputtering from the lack of flow and giving her enough time to catch the breath she wasn't aware of losing before she pushed again.
Almost... Almost...
Tender whispers to herself encouraged her to keep going at a dutiful pace, her tail staying raised as she dropped her butt closer to the pot. A lagging stream made aiming a tad bit harder in the tight space, encouraging her to look back and watch herself to ensure she didn't miss completely as she finished her business. The first good look made her blush; a fine mist covered absolutely everything in a small radius. Closer inspection revealed herself to be equally damp, her exposed cheeks dripping from the backsplash she'd been sustaining her entire release, and that was to say nothing of her sopping marehood. At least it was better than an accident...
Jaw going slack and eyes slightly crossing, Luna pushed herself until she was pissing a thin dribble, holding her rump over the pot to ensure the final drops all fell where they needed. A few weak spurts helped her finish the job more quickly, and with one she unexpectedly found herself completely empty, the sensation almost foreign to her after so much desperation.
Quivering from the exertion and the countless feelings surging through her, the Princess stumbled into a standing position, leaving her little space to stretch her legs. Making it only a few wobbly steps, she savored the warm satisfaction in her belly before sighing in near disbelief.
This feels... so much better...
A touch of curious compulsion made proved too much to ignore. Turning around, facing the window and the plant she'd showered, she got her first clear look at her work.
By now the plant had been able to soak up everything, but it was still dripping atop its sopping soil, the leaves sagging beneath the weight of her downpour. It actually looked a great deal healthier than when she'd started... Even the wilted stem seemed to have plumped up, rising to the occasion to swell and fill the fine ceramic.
However, her release had been far from clean outside the pot, and there was a not insignificant amount of piss dripping down the ceramic sides... and resting in droplets down the floor... and dribbling down the statue... and running down the window...
That was to say nothing of the wetness covering her backside, which was catching a draft she hadn't previously noticed, the cold air teasing her sensitive labia.
Going back into a touch of panic, she realized that getting caught in such a state wouldn't be much better than being found in the midst of a potty break. Clearing her head with a gulp, she looked about for something to clean herself with, finding the hallway to be quite lacking in toilet paper. There were only more planters spaced along the length of the hallway... Considering how when she went in the woods a leaf was usually all she required, she decided to make the most of what she had. A few spare fronds were plucked via her magic as a small sacrifice.
Rushing now that she had a clear head, Luna wiped up the floor and her surroundings first, sopping up the mess and depositing the soiled leaves in the pot of the plant they came from. It worked well enough, at least to the point she couldn't tell somepony had peed nearby, so she didn't waste time trying to perfect it. A far more noticeable mess still needed to be dealt with.
Blushing to herself, she quickly raised her haunches and flipped up her tail, shivering as cold air danced over her dripping marehood. This time she made sure to tuck herself away for privacy, the sense she was doing something naughty making her do what she could to hide her shame. Hot delight in her marehood made her shiver despite all of her efforts.
"Oh..."
The soft sound passed her lips as she gave herself a long, slow wipe down the length of her labia, the slickness of piss and arousal all but allowing the leaf to glide. Her clit throbbed as the tender frond brushed past, sending hot tingles of desire up her spine. Hooves trembling on the tile, the mare tried to focus, but found it incredibly hard to do anything but enjoy herself. Oh goodness, it felt so good... Magic humming in her ears, Luna let the leaf linger over her clit, rubbing a tiny circle over the wet heat. Having come so close to humiliation only made her more excited, and soon her breath was coming out faster, her rump pressing back into the heavenly attention-
What are you doing?! You don't have time for this; you have an appearance to make!
Common sense snapped her out of the bliss she was building to like a splash of frigid water. Holding back a whine, she wiped herself clean quickly, dabbing at her rump to dry herself as thoroughly as possible. Though she still throbbed with desire, the Princess had enough control over herself to ignore her arousal for the time being, even if there was nothing she wanted more than to satisfy herself. Ignoring how her marehood pulsed, she tossed the last of the leaves into the pot they'd come from when she was done. It was enough to be clean and dry and empty after all she'd been through.
Taking one last look at the corner she'd had such a little adventure within, Luna pushed the pot back where she'd found it and decided to call it sufficient. This had ended far better than she could have ever hoped, and she didn't want to push her luck. No amount of temptation was worth risking her pride.
Hurrying off to try and find her way back, the Princess made sure to move as swiftly as she could, well aware that her body was still alight with desire. A quick visit to the party followed by her usual nightly duties would keep her busy for a while, but when she was finished... Excitement still pulsed in her folds, demanding satisfaction as soon as she was free to give it.
When she retired to her quarters come morning, she'd happily do so without delay. |
Author's Note(s): This is my first fiction story here, so I'm quite happy to share it. The main character (Miyuki Tanuma) is heavily inspired (basically meant to be), the original character of the same name by Accio. It's not super often that I see an omo fic with a plus-sized or chubby lead and I absolutely adored the art of Accio's character so I used that as a base to work off of. I'll probably be more original with characters in my future non-fanfic works.
It was one of Miyuki’s first days in college. She had been looking forward to it for weeks despite what her other friends kept claiming about college being “boring”, or “way too much work” to handle. But none of this deterred Miyuki’s spirits. She was studious but not to the point of sacrificing many things due to time when outside of school. Miyuki was admittedly overweight but not to an extreme, with a more column-like build. Sturdy in balance but soft in her features. She did sometimes feel insecure about her weight back when she was in high school, but she never let it get to her. In fact, now she was happy with her body. She was wearing a white shirt with a blue skirt alongside white socks and her favorite brown loafers.
It was the tail-end of August so the Summer heat hadn’t yet subsided. The heat of this day in particular was quite bothersome for everyone on campus. Never really to the point of anyone being in much distress or in harm’s way, but enough to make everyone a little more dreary, agitated, and focused on hydration. Miyuki was no different, though she always kept hydrated regardless of temperature. Though she would usually drink more than her peers due to her being afraid of losing water through sweating.
Luckily for her, the day was nearing an end. Only one lecture left, and that lecture was already about halfway done. Miyuki was a little lonesome as she hadn’t yet made a lot of friends on campus. The day was uneventful, not really boring per se but nothing of note had happened. Miyuki had been drinking quite a bit more than normal however, and had been peeing more often as a result. She always had found it awkward to have to ask to go or “sign out” of a classroom, prompting to usually put off peeing until she really needed to. But now that she was in college, those issues were behind her. No more embarrassing sign-out sheets, no more having to ask teachers for permission to use the bathroom. Miyuki could still clearly remember very close-calls in her senior year of high school when a teacher would deny permission due to time constraints, or the times where the bathrooms were locked during class transitions to prevent loitering which only served as a torture to Miyuki’s bursting bladder as she was forced to hold until she arrived at class, ask the teacher to go, sign out, wait for the bathrooms to unlock, and only then, after all of that, finally get to pee. But those days of tedium and bladder torture were behind her.
Miyuki was only halfway paying attention to her professor, he was an elderly man, and while his lecturing style was surprisingly energetic and engaging for his age, she couldn’t help from being a little bored by the lecture which was simply the professor reviewing the syllabus that he had given to everyone. Miyuki simply sat up and pretended to care, nodding her head on occasion, waiting for the clock to hit 2:30, bringing her boredom to an end. She sipped on a bottle of water as she listened, not realizing that this was her second bottle of water within the hour. She had downed the first one when she arrived at the lecture hall, having walked in the sun to get to the lecture. She had just peed before this lecture began so she never thought much of it. As the class ended, Miyuki was rereading her syllabus as she finished her water bottle, but realized she was confused about something on it, so when she got up, she decided to ask the professor something.
“So, Mr. Greene, on here it says this analysis essay has to be on something of ‘literary merit’ but I’m not sure what that means exactly.”
“Oh, that means it should be a book that has been noted for things such as realistic characterization, standing the test of time, etc. I can talk about it more next week during my office hours if you need help, or send an email.”
“Thank you professor.”
“Pardon, but before you leave, I never caught your name.”
“I’m Miyuki. Miyuki Tanuma. I’ll email you today or tomorrow, thank you again.”
Miyuki then left the lecture hall, proud of herself, when she was around her friends she had an air of confidence, but regarding authority figures, she always seemed less confident. Perhaps this was part of why she always found it awkward to ask permission to use the bathroom and waited until she was absolutely bursting to do so.
She continued walking and eventually got outside. The heat of the sun hit her immediately, causing her to turn around and head back into the building. She was eyeing a vending machine, seeing something inside. It was a generic soda, but she was never picky about branding when it came to food or drink. She happily paid the 2 dollars and plucked out a bottle. She decided to sip it on her way to the bus stop outside. Her commute was decent, about forty-five minutes to an hour, depending on the buses that day. She walked for about 5 minutes until she reached the stop. The sun was still glaring down at her in its red-hot anger. She was waiting alongside a few other people from campus who she never met.
“Damn it… this heat is horrific, I can’t believe it. I already finished almost all my soda.” She mutters to herself, shaking the quickly depleting refreshment.
Miyuki was slowly growing impatient. She decided to finish what was left of her soda, placing the bottle into her bag to throw away later. 5 more minutes go by and Miyuki is shifting foot to foot subtly. She doesn’t even notice her movements, but as her impatience grows, something else slowly begins to bother her.
Miyuki sees a bus in the distance, as it is stopped by a red light leading up to the stop. Miyuki fumbled her wallet, digging out her card to swipe onto the bus. By the time the bus arrived, she had just finished and walked on after everyone else. Swiping her card she got lucky and found a seat. However the bus was still somewhat crowded, which would have not been good for the heat. However, the bus did have some air conditioning, making everything a lot more bearable. Miyuki began to listen to some music, tapping her feet to it, but as she settled in the cool seat, she noticed an urge to pee. She didn’t think much of it however, simply continuing to listen to the music. Eventually after a few minutes however, her urge seemed to grow from a minor nuisance to a noticeable need. She clicked off to another song, Stains of Time to be exact. She was picking intense music to try and distract herself. Though she couldn’t help but debate whether or not the music was helping distract her or making her need grow worse. She paid attention to some of the lyrics and couldn't help but feel that the song was secretly tormenting her, ‘Wash away the anger! Here I stand beneath the warm and soothing rain! The droplets falling gently down on the terrain!’ Miyuki was trying to just listen to the music to distract herself from her rapidly filling bladder, but kept noticing this hidden torment. ‘And it will come like a flood of pain! Pouring down on me!’ Only then did Miyuki realize that listening to Metal Gear Rising music would have been a decent idea if she hadn’t picked Monsoon’s theme of all things. She paused the video and just tried to calm down. She felt a little panicky now.
‘It’s okay Miyuki. You’re an adult now, just take a deep breath and just don’t worry. You’ll be home and you’ll be able to pee. You can hold it until then. It’s not even that bad.’ Miyuki was thinking to herself, while zoning out. She wasn’t fidgeting too much but her foot tapping refused to cease for the next few minutes. Miyuki was confident that she had a large bladder, one that has been trained in the past by long days of school or road trips. But upon recalling how much she drank, Miyuki began to plant the seeds of doubt. Her inner nerd began to come out more.
‘So I know I drank that soda earlier, but that would be almost nothing, what else was there…? Wait, I drank that one water bottle during class, wait. No. Two, there was the one before class. Damn, how much was that? 500ml per bottle? Then another 500-600ml from the soda… Fuck, I drank 1500ml!?’ Miyuki’s thoughts were racing and she began to sweat anxiously, realizing that she drank so much, some of which was already rushing to her bladder. She could feel almost as if it was expanding like a water balloon.
Miyuki began to try and imagine something to distract herself further, she picked her phone back up from her lap, watching a video of two characters dueling, Obi-Wan Kenobi a master defense, and the other, General Grievous a cybernetic menace with four arms all poised to attack the Jedi Master. Miyuki was distracted for another few minutes until her bladder made itself known again. She began to imagine herself as similar to Obi-Wan, pushed on the defensive, and Grievous as her desperation to pee, threatening to strike from any angle, at any time. Miyuki had used daydreaming of scenarios like this in the past to distract herself when she had to pee, but this time, it felt even more visceral.
Miyuki’s daydreaming of imaginary combat continued for a little while longer, but the personification of her bladder became an unhinged beast, growing and changing forms, getting stronger, and as such, harder to ignore with mere daydreams. Miyuki lost focus of her daydream from a spike in her desperation caused by a bump in the road, immediately her thighs pressed even harder together, with her hand being launched near her crotch. She wasn’t grabbing at anything however, desperately trying to maintain her dignity. Her mind was locked in a back and forth as her desperation spiraled.
‘Come on! You can’t grab yourself like this! You’re in public!’
‘But this is really getting bad!’
‘Unlike back when you were in school, there’s no desk to hide your hands!’
‘I still have to wait another ten minutes to get off this bus!’ She continued to internally argue with herself until a sudden red light put an end to the argument.
Miyuki felt a jolt as the bus stopped short while her eyes were closed. Taken off balance she almost felt a leak, but she did not feel any wetness. Her hands were now buried in between her skirt and her chubby legs were beginning to jiggle. She was doing everything in her power to hold it in.
“Mommy! Look! She must really have to pee!” a little boy who couldn’t have been older than 7 jeered in Miyuki’s direction.
Miyuki immediately froze up and turned beet red, noticing some other people had heard and were looking near her and the source of the remark.
“No, don’t say things like that, it’s very rude.” The child’s mother said. “I’m so sorry, my son is being rambunctious today. Please forgive us.”
Miyuki made a strained smile to try and hide her raw embarrassment “I-it's fine m-miss…” Miyuki stammered.
Miyuki was trying to do her best to not let her hands be drawn to her crotch again, but her legs still jiggled, and her bladder was only getting fuller. After a mere two minutes, her hands jolted back to her crotch as another stop caught her off guard. The boy and his mother got off a stop or two later, and Miyuki caught the child staring at her while snickering to himself. Though aside from him, nobody seemed to care about her plight,as they were too busy using their phones. Miyuki’s daydream of characters in combat crawled back. Miyuki’s daydreaming self was locked in a clash trying to hold back an unstoppable force. Her bladder was like the Alduin to her Dragonborn, or the Senator Armstrong to her Raiden. Her hands were locked to her crotch and her legs just kept jiggling, beads of sweat forming on her legs and forehead. When she got closer to her stop, she immediately got up but instantly regretted her motion. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could, clenching up her muscles to prevent a leak. She hobbled off the bus, and was only a few blocks away from home now.
‘Fuck fuck fuck! This is the worst I’ve ever had to pee in my life!’ Miyuki thought to herself. Every step she took sent shockwaves through her mind and bladder.
She felt the sloshing of the pent-up liquid and could not even comprehend how good it would feel to release it. She continued moving onward, trying to walk normally, but utterly failing as her gait was wobbly, and her hands were still latched onto her crotch. They were practically digging into her skirt, acting as a faulty cork to her bursting bottle of that hot pent-up pee. She had been walking for another few minutes, stopping every twenty or so steps to squeeze and clench her muscles. She was so close, only a little further from home. Her daydreams began to run wildly in her mind, as if her monstrous bladder was gaining strength and threatening to drag her down into an accident, but with every step she took, she fought back, and kept up the defense. With her hands grasping her skirt, she kept walking forward, seeing her house, she began to hobble faster, until she reached the steps. The change in altitude made her bladder feel even worse, but she made it to the door.
“Shit! My keys!” Miyuki was forced to take her hands off of her crotch to dig for her keys in her bag. Her legs were moving and her whole body was jiggling, trying in vain to contain the monsoon of pee without the use of her hands as a defense. While digging around she suddenly felt a wave of desperation and shoved her hands between her legs again, and she felt a leak. The leak had formed a sizable wet spot about the size of a softball on her skirt where her hands were jammed. But Miyuki hadn’t fully noticed and refused to lose the fight just yet, she clenched her muscles as hard as possible to end the stream and she continued searching in her bag.
Eventually after about twenty more seconds, she grabbed the key and with one hand jammed back between her legs, she opened the door, and waddled inside. Closing the door behind her, an even stronger wave of desperation crashed into her. Both hands were jammed in her skirt as she gyrated, throwing off her bag and hobbling to the bathroom. Thankfully she made it without any additional leaks. Miyuki saw the toilet and she felt an even stronger surge of pressure. Without even thinking she tore her dampened pink panties down, and before she could sit on the toilet, a forceful torrent of pee erupted from her. The torrent of pee colliding with the water was a stark contrast to the “droplets falling gently down” that she heard before in the music. She was in tears of pure unadulterated bliss, letting out a very soft and cute sigh. In her daydreams, the heros had finally beaten the villains. She kept going and going, her stream remaining powerful for a good fifty or so seconds before dying down to a relatively normal yet still plentiful trickle. Eventually her stream petered out. She was still in heaven, sighing again.
“Ahhh fuck… so much… better.” Miyuki then got up and she inspected the damage. “Dammit. My panties got soaked. What? Does my skirt have a wet spot? I don’t think I’ve ever had a leak like that before.” Miyuki decided to shower, and reflect on what happened.
In the shower, she felt almost foolish for drinking so much, and felt extremely embarrassed about the boy on the bus and how she resorted to holding herself in public like that. But a tiny part of her couldn’t help but feel mesmerized, perhaps aroused by it, the sheer bliss she felt finally getting to pee after being denied by her body and circumstances. Maybe this was also a part of why she always waited so long to ask for the bathroom in school, she may have enjoyed the desperate dance, and then the rush of relief. Come to think of it, that awkwardness and chance of denial all this time made her more aware of these feelings of bliss and controlled anxiousness or excitement. But this time, she was at her absolute limit, quite probably beyond it. Miyuki decided to pleasure herself, while recounting and reimagining to herself her experiences with her absolutely bursting bladder. She eventually finished and left the shower, feeling cleaner, but also as if something awakened inside of her.
She picked up her phone and began to text a close friend of hers.
‘Yo, y’know that omorashi stuff we made jokes about? Turns out, that happened to me in real life today.’ it read.
And after this, she and her friend had a long conversation, she told them what had happened to her, and thus, here the story ends. |
Mike and Aria, for their first date, went to a nice restaurant. Mike's house was about two hours away from Aria’s. On the way to her house, Mike came to the realization that he had to pee. Mike wasn't too worried because he was only 10 minutes away from her house. As he was about to reach her house he texted her saying, “hey can i use your restroom.” She texted in reply, “ummm sorry my bathroom is getting work done rn.” Mike started to panic a little as he pulled into Aria’s driveway. As she walked out the door with her and white sweater blue jeans and purse, locking her door behind her, Mike was absolutely captivated by her beauty. As he got out of the car to open the door for her, she greeted him with a warm embrace. He was so happy he almost pissed himself. After she got in the car, he closed the door and went around to get in. He asked her for the directions to the restaurant but she already had it pulled out on her phone. He asked “ how long will it take to get there?” She replied by showing her phone to him, it read 26 minutes. After finding out it was only a 30 minute drive, he relaxed and pulled out of the driveway. As he was pulling out the driveway his bladder gave him a small squeeze but he had everything under control.
Halfway to the restaurant Aria, already knowing Mike had to pee, noticed that he was squirming and bouncing his leg up and down. She began to get a little turned on. She crossed her legs and turned to face the window. 5 minutes away from the restaurant Mike was glad to be moments away from relief. He parked in the closest spot to the restaurant knowing he would have difficulty walking. As they got out of the car, he felt another urge coming from his bladder causing him to bend forward. He quickly but gently clutched his crotch and straightened up, Aria saw it and pretended not to notice. He walked over to her slightly crossing his legs and took her hand. They started walking hand in hand toward the restaurant. Aria had already made reservations so getting seated was fast and easy, thank god for that Mike thought. At this point Aria's underwear was damp from arousal. As soon as they got seated, they put their stuff down and both ran to the restrooms, Mike to pee and Aria to make sure she wasn't leaking too much precum. Ironically the restrooms were right next to each other and they both looked at each other with fear in their eyes, because the doors were both locked. Being a gentleman, Mike said he would be right back with the keys. He walked up to the greeting hostess and asked her for keys to the restrooms. She sadly replied with “I'm so sorry but we unfortunately lost the keys but we put in an order for new keys right away and they should be here in about a couple hours.” Mike was furious, he sternly said “ I don't know what kind of restaurant doesn't have back up keys to the restroom but okay thank you” He walked away in great discomfort.. He returned to Aria and explained to her the situation. She then asked with her puppy dog eyes “are you okay to stay and eat?” How could he say no to that adorable face of hers. Fighting his tears and with a forced smile he replied, “sure love.”
They sat across from each other at the table and waited for the waiter. When the waiter showed up he looked at Aria and asked, “would you like to order a drink to start off with?” She answered “ yes thank you, i would like a lemonade please.” As the waiter turned to face Mike, before the waiter could even get the words out of his mouth. Mike quickly said “no drink thank you.” Aria laughed and said “I thought you would want a LARGE dr. Pepper, no?” Mike sarcastically laughed and mouthed the words fuck you. Aria looked at him and smirked. The waiter walked away in confusion. Mike jokingly asked “So how's our first date going so far?” She laughed and said “great.” The waiter brought out her lemonade and Mike's large dr.pepper. When Aria saw the Dr.pepper she almost died of laughter. The waiter then asked if they were ready to order. Mike couldn't even think about food right now and asked her if she could order for him. They have been best friends for so long so she would know exactly what he would want. She ordered a burger and fries for her and fettuccine pasta for her date.
30 minutes passed as they waited for their food, Mike started getting a little squirmy and Aria was even more aroused and her damp underwear was getting wetter by the minute. She looked down at her phone and got a text saying the worker was leaving her house and that everything was working fine. Mike asked “hey why are you on your phone” she replied flirtingly “the plumber just left, you think you can wait and make it to my house?” Mike, already in discomfort from his overfilled bladder, said with a forced grin “yep i'm a big boy, i'll be fine.” As the food was coming out, Aria noticed Mike hadn't taken a single sip yet from his drink so she said “aren't you going to drink your LARGE dr.pepper Mike??” Mike replied laughing, “ I don't find you funny.” As they ate she asked him “So what made you finally ask me out, i've been waiting for this for so long.” At this point Mike forgot he had to pee. He was so happy that she had liked him back all this time. He said, trying not to let his smile show “i finally had enough courage to do it, i was scared you only saw me as a friend.” She laughed and said “not such a big boy now are you?” Mike said winking at her “ you don't even know what big is yet.” They were finished eating and Aria asked if he wanted to stay a little longer for dessert. Mike replied saying “ can we please take it to go before i pee myself.” Aria covered her face in embarrassment and said “can you please not say that.” Aria was feeling more aroused than she's ever been before. Mike smiled and asked why, Aria replied saying it was a secret.
Mike was too distracted to focus on the secret, he just wanted to get up and leave so he could pee. Ordering dessert to go took another 20 minutes, Mike was bouncing his leg again and grabbing his crotch more often. Aria, trying not to look at Mike, was fighting the urge to touch herself. When their to-go bags finally came, Mike jumped up and was almost running to his car squeezing his legs together. Aria was quickly following Mike to the car; she didn't notice her house keys fell out of her back pocket back at their table. Mike, already in the car, was crossing his legs in the passenger's seat. Aria got in the driver's seat confused. Mike asked, “Could you drive? I really need to pee and I don't think I can focus on the road.” Aria said “sure but where are your keys?” He reached into his pocket letting go of his crotch and quickly got the keys and gave them to her. As she was starting the car, she heard a gasp next to her. Mike was shaking his legs and grabbing his crotch trying not to wet himself. At this point Aria just couldn't fight it anymore and leaned over and gave him a little kiss before pulling out of the parking lot and heading toward her house.
On the way, she realized that her precum was leaking out of her underwear but it hadn’t shown on her jeans yet. She was worried that soon it would start soaking through her jeans. Mike was still shocked and wondering about the kiss he had just received. He was thinking about kissing her back at the next red light. Aria was wondering why Mike hasn't said anything about the kiss. Just as she thought that, she stopped at a red light and Mike leaned over and kissed her. Aria slowly leaned in towards Mike and they started passionately kissing. The car behind them honked, and Aria realized that the light had turned green. This took Mike's mind off his increasing need to pee. She took off and both of them were trying not to let the other one know they were smiling. They drove the rest of the way in silence.
Mike’s urge came back as they pulled into the driveway. Mike was ready to jump out and wait by the door so he could relieve himself. But just as he opened the door. Aria said “oh my god Mike im so sorry.” he looked at her in confusion and asked “what is it?” He was really starting to get desperate and he just wanted to get inside. Aria said, still looking around “I don't know where the keys are to get inside, I must have dropped them at the restaurant.” Mike’s heart sank and another wave of desperation hit him. He groaned, grabbing his crotch and squeezing his legs together as tight as he could. Aria said “ hey it has been a couple hours since we talked to them about the restrooms, maybe the keys arrived and you can go when you get there. ''Lets hope, I don't know how much longer I can hold it, it's getting really bad,” Mike said, holding himself tighter than before. Aria started up the GPS again and pulled out of the driveway. Mike was really starting to question whether he would make it or not. He could barely stay still in his seat. Crossing his legs and grabbing his dick wasn't helping as much as he wanted it too.
Halfway there Mike noticed Aria was crossing her legs too so he asked “ Do you have to pee too?” Aria still didn't want Mike to know her secret so she nervously replied “yeah i do.” About 10 minutes later, Mike asked “how much further?” Aria said “ not too much longer baby, only like 2 minutes” Aria realized that she had just called her new boyfriend baby, her cheeks instantly turned red and she couldn't turn her face to look away because she was driving so she just avoided eye contact with Mike. Mike started blushing, hard. Although he still needed to pee very badly, it distracted him until they got to the restaurant. Aria got out of the car and was waiting for Mike but he didn't come so she went around and opened the door for him. She found him sitting there holding his dick and shaking his legs. “I don't think I can walk,” he said. Aria encouragingly said “ yes you can here let me help you” She helped him out of the car and held his hand. He quickly took his hand away and placed it in between his legs. She removed his hand and placed it in hers. He looked at her like she was crazy because without his hand there he could feel his pee slowly starting to leak. He let it go because her hands were so soft he wanted to keep holding them, he wanted to hold her too, not just her hands. He realized that in this situation he could probably get away with his plan. He pretended to fall over due to discomfort. She caught him and pulled him close to her. Mike held onto her as tight as he possibly could, he couldn't resist and kissed her on the cheek.
They continued walking and Aria had her face turned away, blushing like crazy. They got into the restaurant just as it was about to close. Aria ran to the table they were sitting at and found her keys. She came back to Mike arguing with the hostess, trying to stand still. “What's going on?” she asked. Mike said “ apparently the keys got here an hour ago but the restrooms needed cleaning so they are covered in toxic chemicals” he hesitated “so i have to wait until we get to your house.” “I'm sorry” Aria said, “let's go back to the car and get home.” He nodded. When they got back to the car, she checked to make sure she wasn't completely soaking through her underwear. When she sat down, she noticed it had gone through her pants and there was a small noticeable wet patch on the front of her pants. Mike sat down in the car and put his seatbelt on, with that he groaned as it added pressure to his bladder. Mike felt a couple drops leak from his dick, he quickly crossed his legs and grabbed his crotch stopping the flow. He kept his hands over his wet spot trying to hide it from Aria. He didn't want her to know he had peed himself a little. Aria saw him grab his dick and thought about how badly she wanted him to touch her. She had to stop herself from asking Mike if he wanted to sleep over realizing it wasn’t the right time for her sex drive to take over.
Mike then realizes that Aria had a spot on her pants, he had been so concerned with himself he totally forgot about her need. He asked her “Did you leak a little?” Aria was shocked that Mike noticed considering his state. She didn't know what to say. She didn't want Mike thinking she pissed herself, but she also didn't want Mike to know about her pee desperation kink. She hesitated. Mike saw how embarrassed she was and showed her the wet spot on his pants. This set Aria off. She grabbed Mike and started passionately kissing him. He let go of his dick and grabbed her face and kissed back. Mike didn’t know what was happening and what he did to get kissed like this but he was surprised when he felt her tongue inside his mouth. He didn’t want her to stop, he wanted to go further but he really needed to pee. He quickly took his hands off her and put them back to his crotch and said looking up at her nervously “we should get going, i need to pee so bad right now.” he squeezed his dick and bounced both of his legs. Aria replied “yeah okay let's go”. She started the car and pulled out of the parking lot of the restaurant. During the drive, Mike was constantly squirming and shaking his legs. He even started trembling, god he thought damn it i need to pee. Aria said comfortingly “Don't worry we'll be there in 10 minutes.” He couldn't even talk. He just nodded as he crossed his legs tighter. 5 minutes later, Mike stuttered “ i-i-i don't think I'll make it, i have to go so bad.” He winced in discomfort. Aria put her hand on his arm and comforted him saying “hey it's okay, just a little longer baby. 5 more minutes, that's it.”
She pulled into the driveway and Mike flew open the door and started running as fast as his bladder would let him, he was already at the door by the time Aria even got out of the car. Mike yelled “hurry Aria please hurry, i have to pee so fucking bad please hurry!!!” “I'm coming” she yelled back, fumbling with her keys a little because of her arousal. She opened the door and told him where the bathroom was. He ran down the hall and into the bathroom closing the door behind him. As Aria was setting her stuff down, she heard him yell “Aria p-please help me, i-i cant, my zipper is stuck.” She went into the bathroom and saw Mike was leaning against the wall, holding himself. He tried fumbling with the zipper again but it was no use. He let go of his crotch just for a second and Aria could see the outline of his dick. She tried not to look too aroused. Mike squeezed his legs together and shoved his hand in between them. She swore she saw sweat dripping from his forehead. She ran up to him saying “here Mike let me help.” She tried getting the zipper unstuck but Mike was moving around too much. “Mike love, try to stay still, i cant get it.” Mike groaned, he was trying his best but it was so hard he felt another drop of pee leak. And another. Just as Aria was about to unzip his pants, the wet spot on his jeans got bigger.
Once his fly was open, he whipped out his dick and let go. Aria stood there in awe as he sighed in relief. Aria stood there, staring at him pee she slowly backed out into the hallway. Still watching him pee, knowing he couldn’t see her she put her hand down her pants and started touching herself. When she heard the pee stop she quickly took her hand out of her underwear and wiped it on her pants. Mike stepped out of the bathroom after washing his hands he walked to the door and said, “ I love you Aria. Thank you for tonight.” As he was walking out the door she ran to him and hugged him tight. Mike also wrapped his arms around her. She hid her face in his chest and said, “ I need to tell you something.” Aria took Mike's hand and guided it to her dripping vagina. Mike was confused as to why it was so wet and sticky until she whispered in his ear, “ I never had to pee. I have a pee desperation kink.” Mike finally understood what was going on. It wasn't pee he was feeling, it was precum. She looked up at him and started moving his hand to rub her clit. She let out a small moan. When Mike heard her moan he couldn’t hold back anymore. He started to rub her clit and put his other hand on her face pulling her in to kiss him. He walked her back until she hit the wall. She put her tongue in his mouth and started to rub his dick through his pants. He took his hand out of her pants and turned her around. So that she faced the wall he slowly kissed her neck while unzipping and taking off her sweater. Mike turned her back around to see that she had no bra on. He instantly started kissing her breast with the other one in his hand. He slowly ascended to kissing her neck and then back to her lips. He picked her up and carried her to the bed in her room while passionately kissing her. He bent over so that he was on top of her while her feet were hanging off the bed. Mike took off her underwear and started to lick her clit. Aria let out a violent moan and grabbed Mike's head moaning, “Don’t stop, Don’t stop. Fuuuck, I'm gonna cum.” she came right in his face. Mike stood and started to take off his pants and underwear and Aria got down on her knees and started to stroke his dick with her hands. After hearing him moan she put his dick in her mouth and started moving her head back and forth while rubbing her clit. Mike gently grasped her head and said, “Look up at me.” She looked up at him and he moaned, “God you're so amazing” She continued moving her head back and forth when suddenly Mike picked her up and put on the bed. He got on top of her and slid his dick into her. She moaned. He began to move in and out while kissing her. She started kissing him back too but she started letting out little moans every time his dick went deeper into her. Aria turned Mike over so that he was facing upwards and put his dick in her. She began to bounce on his dick. Mike let out a loud moan and said, “Fuck I love you.” Mike still holding onto Aria stands up and pins her to the wall and begins aggressively fucking her. Aria wrapped her legs around Mike as he continued to fuck her. They took a deep breath and let out a big moan as they both said, “I’M CUMMING!!!!” Mike stood there holding Aria in his arms. He held her close so that their noses were touching and he could feel her heavy breathing. He looked into her eyes, gave her a quick kiss and whispered in her ear, “ I really love you Aria.” He carried her back to the bed and laid down, holding onto her. They laid there for a few minutes just thinking to themselves. Aria couldn't believe that just happened, it's what she's been wanting all day but she never expected it to go like that. She thought, god that felt so good, i love him so much. Mike was in shock about how it started. He always thought that Aria wasn’t the aggressive type but she kind of just took over. He thought, I’ve never loved someone so much. Is it bad that I just want her to lay on me like this and just fall asleep. Mike started to get up but Aria wasn't ready to let go yet. She pulled him back down and said in a soft voice “ do you think you can stay the night….please?” Mike laid back down, cuddled her and kissed her lips saying, “Of course my love” He kissed her one more time and she snuggled her face into his chest and they fell asleep together. |
Hello! It's your soon-to-be favorite Klup with its first omorashi fiction! This is just the first part, here in the same topic will be the continuation of poor Toby's story. So follow me and/or this topic! Let me know what do you want to see in this story) Plus the more praise I get, the sooner second part will be here 💕 Luvsss
English not native!
Toby regretted her decision to work as a bus driver so often that she forgot that she wasn't going to be on this job forever. Almost every day was a torture for her. She liked driving, she was very calm about traffic jams, passengers haven't bothered her, she had a good salary, but... This one fucking "but" was her main problem.
She had a very, very small bladder. And her bus route was one of the longest - almost an hour in one direction and another hour back. She wasn't able to stay for longer than five minutes there and she definitely wasn't able to pee somewhere but bus station back in center of the city. She tried once to ask her boss to change her route to another, shorter one, but was too embarrassed to answer why.
Her breath hitched when she trembled near the toilet door at the bus stop after a two hours ride. And that happened every time. No matter how she tried to reduce her water consumption, she always wanted to pee b a d l y after her routes.
The toilet was unisexual (she surprisingly rarely encountered sexism here), there were two different rooms with a lone toilet inside, which often caused a line especially in the end of the day. Thankfully, no one was here. Toby didn't have a shy bladder, but she didn't like any of her colleagues, because all of them were older than her and liked to tease her sometimes. Biting her lip, she hurriedly opened the door, squishing her thighs together, and closed the lock with trembling hands. Then she opened her fly, unbuttoned her jeans, thanks to her already unfastened belt. Seconds before sitting down always had been complete torture, she never knew, should she hold herself to stop the spasm, shooting through her body with piss into her underwear, or try and really, really fast move away all her clothes and finally release. Well, in both cases she usually had damp panties so it didn't matter.
This time she doesn't hold back a little whimper of need. She really wants to moan out loud, but she can't be sure that nobody will hear her. She knows from a very painful and desperate experience that doors here are NOT soundproof and people standing outside can hear very clear the sound of someone else's stream and/or voice.
She has no time to think now, especially about streams. Toby frantically puts down her pants and underwear in the same time, taking one sharp breath, and her bladder immediately reacts, her muscles tired of holding. She finally sits down on a toilet, with a little leak on the floor. Toby moans, blushing, happy that she survived another battle with natural needs.
She shivered with relieve, already feeling lighter, but not enough still. She felt like she wanted to go on forever.
And suddenly the door handle twiched. Toby stopped peeing, startled, her little bladder surely not empty enough. She was so relaxed and concentrated on her relief that she didn't hear someone walking here. Handle twitched again, and immediately someone knocked hurriedly.
'T-taken!' answered Toby, really nervous that this person won't leave her alone. She knew for certain that she wasn't even nesrly done, but wasn't able to pee again with someone knocking.
'Oh, c'mon, I can hear that you are done!' man behind a door sounded very desperate. Toby could hear little footsteps of potty dancing. 'Please, I need to piss, fuck!'
Toby felt so bad for him, poor man almost whining with need. So she stood up, telling her bladder that she will be back on the toilet very soon, and put on her clothes as fast as possible. She opened the door and swiftly left the room.
'Haha, I told you she would be here!'
Toby raised her gaze and saw her colleague, smiling at her.
'Great!' answered the desperate man and flew incide the toilet room, not even bothering to close the knob.
'Little pee baby,' teasingly said the man. Toby indeed was quite small, but in average female height.
'What do you want,' embarrassed, asked Toby. This man wasn't her boss, but she had to listen to him.
'Yeah, actually. Josh's bus broke, we need you to get on route immediately. I will tell the boss to compensate this... We already have too much complains about your route,' the man continued rambling, checking his phone and typing something on it. 'Josh should go after you, if they repair his bus in time.'
That was bad.
'I had plans on this break time...'
'Sorry, we really have no other choice,' the man sounded genuine. 'The compensation is quite good, believe me.'
'Okay,' Toby exhaled, 'Right now?'
'Yeap,' man checked his watches. 'No, two minutes ago.'
Toby smiled nervously to herself. She turned around, threw a long needy gaze at the toilet door frow which the sound of a strong stream still came, and realised that she was going on a wild and painful ride. She gulped and, trying to calm herself, hurried towards the buses.
Bladder: 30% full. |
“Heeeey! (Y/N)! Is that it? Did you finish your last test?” Your roommate offers you a grin and a double thumbs up as you plod exhaustedly into the room. You ignore her, flopping face down on the bed with a groan of exhaustion. After one week you’ll graduate from college. Right now, having pulled two consecutive all nighters to finish up your senior thesis and study for your physics final, the only thing you want is to sleep.
Your roommate crouches at the end of your bed, shaking you playfully by the shoulder. “Come on,” she says. “You can’t pass out without a celebratory drink.”
“Watch me,” you mutter, but you know it’s no use. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and pushing your hair (greasy from a week of being too busy to shower) out of your face. You’ve never been awake for this long before. Robotically, you take the beer that your roommate thrusts into your hand. You down it in three huge gulps, hoping that’ll make her go away.
Instead, she hands you another beer.
“How was the physics final anyway?”
“I swear to god, I think I was hallucinating,” you complain. Actually, you still feel that way now. The beer in your hand is dream-like. It’s more like something that is happening to you rather than something you’re actively doing. It’s like, the mouth that is opening is yours and the throat the beer is going down is yours, but what do you really have to do with that in the grand scheme of things.
“I’m sure you aced it like you did everything else,” your roommate says. “Seriously, in the last four years I haven’t seen you screw up anything.”
You shrug. “I guess I screw up as much as anybody else,” you say, swallowing back a burp.
“Like fuck you do. Have another beer.”
The third beer is the charm that gets your roommate to leave you alone. You curl up in bed, not bothering to take off your shoes. You’re just so tired! All you want to do is sleep, yet it’s hard for reasons your exhaustion numbed brain can’t figure out. You shift back and forth in bed, aware of a growing pressure and discomfort in your lower belly. It’s almost an urgency, but you’re way too sleepy to feel urgent about anything.
Somehow you drift off, only to be awakened a short time later by a pang in your bladder. What? you think groggily. Then: Oh, never mind. The discomfort resolves itself. Your dorm room is usually chilly, but you grow warm. The comfy warmth starts at your crotch, and seeps down your thighs and up your back. You’re awake enough to know that this will be a problem, but not awake enough to care. You were a bed wetter late into your teens, but now you’re twenty-four, and disbelieving that your body is betraying you like this.
Oh well, it feels nice to relax and let your body do what it wants, especially after fighting it to stay awake as long as you did. This is probably just a stupid dream. No way you’re really wetting the bed as a college senior.
As though from far away, you overhear your roommate and somebody else giggling. Whatever. You fall fully back asleep before you finish peeing.
Even a soaking wet bed isn’t enough to keep you from sleeping like a rock for the next six hours. When you open your eyes, the light is off and somebody has laid a blanket over you and your wet jeans. You shiver. Your head hurts. Your priority should be to clean yourself up, but all you really want is to be warm so you can sleep. You sigh in discontent, and take the laziest way out— you deliberately wet yourself again. It’s not like things can get worse, and at least now you’re warm enough to go back to sleep. You’ll face the consequences tomorrow.
Said consequences come in the form of a drenched mattress, skin that is sticky with piss, and a roommate who smirks at you as you sit up and survey the considerable damage you did to yourself during the night.
“I take back what I said about you never screwing up,” your roommate says, not unkindly.
You hide your face in your hands, unable to meet her eyes. Your face is hot with embarrassment, though the rest of you is cold with last night’s stale urine.
“Was... was anybody else here?” you ask, thinking back to the laughter that you either heard or dreamt you heard.
“A few people,” your roommate admits. “But don’t worry about it. Nobody hates you or anything. Honestly, I think we were kind of relieved.”
“Relieved?” you ask.
“Yeah. You’re like our resident super-human, with your grades and everything. Now that we’ve seen you wet the bed, we know you’re just a normal person who makes mistakes like the rest of us.”
You’re not sure what to think of that. All you know is that, as you stand up to take your walk of shame to the bathroom to clean up, you feel humbled, stupid, and small. Your drenched jeans cling to your skin, and you decide never to screw with your sleep schedule so badly again. One accident you can live down, but it’s not something you want to make a habit out of.
Or is it?
It had felt nice to stop struggling and just let things happen for once.
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That’s all! Also posted on AO3. Receiving feedback motivates me to write more. |
The kiosk girl is very good in pee holding and she very good to fuck too!
The boy was a little bit sad and disappointed that the girls bladder was now empty, because he absolutely loves it to push deep in the girls abdomen and to press hard on her very full bladder during sex, because he loves the feeling when she tense all her muscles to keep her wee inside her and he loves the feeling when her tight girl slit squeeze hard around his penis.
Nevertheless they had a good sex, because they were both horny since hours.
Next week, at the special Sunday, the girl did stay overnight at the boys home.
Exactly at 10 pm he went with her to the bathroom and said “ piss you bladder empty until the last drop, because that will be your last pee for a really long time.”
She weed not very long, she was not really full, because she has been a few times at the loo during the day to preserve her bladder for the next day.
Next morning at breakfast she looked at the boy, rolled her eyes and said with a silent and softly voice “I need to wee.”
”Me too.” Said the boy and smiled.
”But there is a little different between us, i am a boy, i go now to the toilet and take a much needed, long piss and you will hold it, because you are a girl and girls should always have their bladder full, because we boys love that, leastwise some and i am one of them.”Said the boy to tease the girl.
Hours later, on the way to the kiosk, the girl was getting very insecure “Sorry but i can’t do that. My bladder is full, i need to wee. Bring me please to a toilet.” She was begging.
” No i don’t bring you to a toilet and no i don’t let you pee. You are a big girl, you are strong enough to hold it, so hold it and stop to wail.” Said the boy.
“I can’t start my shift with my bladder that full. It will get to painful, or i will wet my panties if you don’t let me go! Please bring me to a loo.“ she was begging again.
“No it is a challenge and you have to take that challenge. Hold back your wee, you are my girl, you can do that! Said the boy.
“I absolutely can’t understand that, how can you get turned on by your girls pain?“ she wanted to know.
„I don’t get turned on if you feel any kind of pain, i could absolutely never hurt you, but to know that you would need to pee so very, very urgently, to know that you urge is so strong that it is already painful, that turns me on.
If your bladder is painful overfilled and expand to the size of a melon, if your belly is swollen and full with hot girl wee, that turns me on too.“ explained the boy.
“I come back late at afternoon, to support you.“ said the boy and smiled.
“You don’t want to support me, you just want to see me suffer!“ answered the girl.
It was so arousing for the boy to know that his girl did not wee since yesterday, that she was needing to wee and that her bladder was full.
It was so arousing for him to know that she would have absolutely no opportunity to go to the toilet for hours and that she would have no chance to wee, except in her little panties.
Late at afternoon he came back to the kiosk. There where many guests are his little waitresses was very busy.
On the way to a free table he saw guy and realized that he was one of his former schoolfriends.
Our boy did take place at his table and they started to talk about the olden days.
Then the boy asked him if it would be his first time at this coffee shop and he asked what he is doing here .
“If you ask me so directly i will be honest to you.
I am here because the waitress. That girl is so great and sexy. Her body is a sin and there is one more reason, sometimes she gets very desperate to pee, because there is no toilet and she can’t go all her shift long.
I love to see how she moves her sexy legs from needing to wee so bad.
Once she was especially desperate, she told me that she did not have a chance to wee before her shift started.
At the closing time she was no more able to hide her strong need. You can’t imagine how much that was turning me on.
After closing, i went with her to the bus stop. Sometimes she had to stop to cross her wonderful, sexy legs.
I wanted to fuck her so bad right on the way behind the bushes, but she was very reserved, i did not even try to kiss her.
But today is seems like she would be desperate too, maybe she had no time to piss before her shift.” Said the guy.
”She did not piss since yesterday evening.” Said our boy.
”How will you know that?” Asked the guy surprised.
”That is very simple, she is my girlfriend and did not let her go to the bathroom in the morning.” Answered the boy.
”Oh my god, that is so absolutely hot, she did not pee since yesterday!! Sorry that your girlfriend makes me so horny.” Said the guy.
”You don’t have to be sorry, you could not know that she is my girlfriend and yes it is hot and horny. We always did love the girls bursting full!” Said the boy and at the same time came their waitress.
”You two know each other?” Asked the girl.
”Oh yes, we know us very well. We are the bad boys who invited girls at school outings, to a extra large drink before we did leave a long bus journey home.
Sometimes the drinks were a good investment for to see the girls getting very desperate.“
“I nearly do it in my panties, don’t talk about desperation, you two bad sadist.” Said the girl and noted the order from the boys.
” She must be so full, her girl bladder must be big as a soccer ball, after holding it for so long.
I think she can’t wait until you bring her home, where she finally can let it out of her.” Said the guy.
”I am sure that she think that i let her to the bathroom as soon as we are at home, but i don’t let her. I make her hold it until tomorrow, i don’t let her pee at the evening.
I always wanted to go to sleep with a girl who hold her bladder since 24 hours.” Said the boy.
”Oh no you can’t do that, you kill that girl, you burst her bladder. She can’t endure over 30 hours without a single pee. That is unbearable for that slim, young girl.” Said the guy.
”She can do it and she has to do it. I don’t let her go to the bathroom and i don’t let her pee until tomorrow.”
”That is absolutely torture what you are doing with that girl, but it is so hot and absolutely arousing!
I call you tomorrow afternoon and you tell me what was happened.” Said the guy. |
The two boys were sitting for a while and watched the girl serving.
”Look how she is rubbing her knees when she walk, it is visible that she would need to go to the loo very urgently! Do you really think that she can hold it back until tomorrow? asked the guy.
”I don’t know if she can endure that, but she has to bear it, i don’t let her go.” answered the boy.
”Either she piss your bed turning the night, or you burst her bladder.” said the guy.
”Oh no, she has a very good bladder control, she is really good in holding and she can endure a lot of pain, she is a little bit pain horny, especially about bladder pain.
Sure that her bladder must be very full after holding it for so long, but the bladder from a young girl can stretch and expand to a really big size, i did read about it.” said the boy.
It was still one hour until closing time.
The girl did wear a kind of uniform, white shirt, very short, black skirt and white knee socks. Her slim thighs were bare.
As the boys ordered a new drink, the boy saws that one of the girls knee socks was wet and yellow on the top.
”Did you piss your self?” he asked her afraid and a little disappointed. On the other hand it was arousing and turning on for both boys.
”I had an exited in the kitchen.” she said and told them that she had to take something from the deepest drawer, therefore she had to bend over a low stool and then she lost the grip with her feet and plummeted with her abdomen on the stool.
She was lying with all her weight on her bladder, her bladder was pressed so hard on the stool that she thought it would burst and there it squirted out from her and was wetting her panties so much that her wee was running down on her thighs and made one of her knee socks wet.
She did not see that before and rolled her socks a little bit down to hide the yellow patch.
”You naughty, dirty girl piss your panties like a little school girl.” the boy blustered. “You must get punished for that!” he said.
”For what? For that, that i did not go to the toilet in the morning? For that, that i holding my wee since yesterday and that i suppress my urge since i waked up early in the morning?” she wanted to know.
”No for doing it in your panties. We will go for a dinner after your shift and you will not go to the toilet at the restaurant. Denied to pee and bladder torture will be the best punishment for you.” answered the boy and smiled.
”I am full to burst, you can’t do that with me.” the girl said.
The boy did it!
All three went to the restaurant. As soon as they arrived, the girl was begging to let her finally pee, but the boy denied her permission.
The guy could not believe what he was seeing, the girl did not wee since more than 20 hours, her bladder was stretched nearly to double size and her friend did not allowed her to go to the toilet and she obeyed, she did stay and did not go to the toilet which was so near and which she was needing so bad since so long.
The was sitting in the opposite from the girl and could see her bare thighs nearly up to her panties and that did animate him to ask “ May i ask you what really discreet ?”
”Sure!” the girl answered.
”Are your panties still wet, are they dry in between, or are they wet again?” he wanted to know.
”They are absolutely dry!” she answered.
”My girl is a little bit naughty, but she is a strong girl and she is a good girl.” said the boy.
Not even 2 hours later they did leave the restaurant.
The poor girl with a very full bladder and a strong urge to wee and the boys turned on from that situation.
”I call you tomorrow.” said the guy and we know why.
At home, the first thing the girl wanted to do, was to go to the bathroom.
”No, no you will not do that.” the boy said and did take her by her hand.
”I did ALL what you wanted, i worked all day with my bladder full from the night, i did endure your punishment and did not go to the toilet at the restaurant, but now i have to go, i must go!!
Let me wee, i am needing it so bad and so painful.”the girl was begging.
”No i don’t let you, you had your pee for today, you did it in your panties.Your next wee will be tomorrow and until you have to hold it!!” said the boy.
” That is torture, that is unbearable, no girl in the world can go to sleep with a bladder full from 24 hours.” she said and did let her leading to the bedroom.
”Maybe that this is torture, but to torture the bursting full bladder from a sexy girl is the most arousing and the most sexiest thing in the world and you are wrong, there is a girl in that world who can go to sleep with a bladder full from 24 hours and this girl is you.
You will hold it minimum until tomorrow morning.
33 hours will not be a big problem for you, i think!?
If you want i can help you a little bit, i can bush and press very hard on you bladder to stretch it that way, to make it bigger, you will have then more space and more room for your night urine and it will be easier for you to hold it until morning.
Should i?” he asked.
” No, no, i will wet your bed if you only touch my bladder, look how much it is bulging out.” said the girl.
”Oh yea, it’s really bulging out a lot and it is pretty hard. I am curious how big and how hard it will be tomorrow.” said the boy and switched out the lights. |
Hi im new here! I had this story on my head for quite a while now but i only got the confidence to post this today so I hope you enjoy!
This is part 1 of a 6 part story about a 25 year old woman named "Lucy" and how she is about to meet someone very interesting. The overall plot is already finished however based on user feedback I can add in certain details upon request.
Chapter 1: "The Lift"
"Can today get any worse?!" Lucy thought as she spilt coffee on herself. She overslept and was running late for work and she only started her job last week! What would her boss think? She quickly got herself dressed into her work attire, a smart business suit and got in her car.
15 minutes pass and she arrives at her work 6 minutes late, she worked at a large 32 floor office building as an accountant and although it was not her first choice for a job, she was happy enough with her pay to keep going. She got into the lift and rode it to floor 29 where her desk was. She had just sat down to clock in when she heard a familiar voice, "What time do you call this Miss Sullivan?" It was her boss Mrs Cartwright, she's a pretty scary boss but nothing Lucy couldn't handle. "I'm so sorry Mrs Cartwright I was caught in traffic this morning" "Make sure it never happens again young lady" Her boss left with a stern look on her face.
Lucy started to work at her desk, it was the middle of summer and Lucy was struggling with the heat. She brought a large flask of water with her that she refilled throughout the day to keep her hydrated. When break time came she had lunch but didn't use the bathroom, she wasn't a fan of using public bathrooms and decided to wait until she got home to urinate, a task she is usually able to do with ease. During her shift a man came over to her. "Hey you must be Lucy?" Lucy had never seen this man before but considering the way he was dressed she assumed he must've been some higher up in the company. "Yes that's me" She replied "My name is Chris I'm the Assistant Manager of the company, I heard you're our new accountant?" "Yes" she replied "I started last week" "How are you finding it so far" "It's great!" she replied "Well catch you later Lucy and if you have any questions come find me OK?" "Sure thing!" she responded.
The manager walked away and Lucy continued working on her own, the breeze of the desk fan keeping her cool. "Damn I really shouldn't have drank so much water" Lucy thought to herself, her bladder was starting to fill and she began fidgeting in her seat. However she was confident that she would make it home in time.
The clock reached 5PM, home time. Lucy packed her things and said goodbye to her colleagues as she left. She entered the lift and pressed the button to go down to the ground floor. "Thank god the lift is empty" she thought "I can hold myself in peace" "I can't wait to use the restroom" Her train of thought was interrupted by the lift stopping at floor 24. Lucy quickly adjusted her posture and the doors opened "Oh hello again" it was Chris. "Oh hi" responded Lucy faintly. Chris got in the elevator and it started to move. "Can't believe how hot it is today, have you been drinking plenty of water?" asked Chris innocently. "Oh definitely!" she replied. "I was thinking of going to the beach today its so nice" said Chris. Lucy didn't really pay attention to what he was saying, her bladder was all she could think of.
"So do you have any plans for-" Chris was cut off by the sound of screeching metal. The elevator was stuck "What the hell?" said Chris. Lucy panicked, one because she was claustrophobic but mainly because she was stuck in a lift, with a handsome young man and desperately needed to pee. "Stay calm I'm gonna call the attendant" Chris pressed the alarm button and got through to maintenance. "Hello we're stuck in the lift!" Chris explained. "You're joking?! He replied. "OK fine we'll wait" he hung up the call. "So do you want the good news or the bad news?" He asked Lucy. "What's the good news" replied Lucy. "The good news is that maintenance is on the way, the bad news is that it's gonna take about an hour."
Lucy erupted "AN HOUR?" "What's the hold up?" "Apparently he's on break" responded Chris. Lucy couldn't believe what she heard, at this point her bladder was screaming for release. She began to turn pale. "Are you OK"? Chris asked. "I'm just afraid of tight spaces that's all" She said reluctant to tell him the truth. "Yeah me too" he replied "Guess we'll just have to wait huh"
20 minutes pass and Lucy sits down in the corner. Her bladder muscles straining to keep the pee inside. "You can do this Lucy" she thought to herself but she knew she was in trouble. She secretly grabbed her crotch while Chris wasn't looking. She started doing breathing exercises to help her relax, but this worked a little too well. "Ahh!" She gasped as a tiny burst of pee splashed into her panties. "Are you sure you OK?" Chris asked, hearing her yelp. "Y-yes I'm fine" she replied as she stood up straight. Chris had put two and two together. "Lucy if you don't mind me asking, when was the last time you used the bathroom"? Lucy said nothing as her face went bright red. "You need to pee don't you?" He asked. "Yeah" she whispered softly. "It's gonna be OK" Chris replied "We'll be free soon"
"Just 15 minutes" Lucy thought to herself, 15 minutes until she could leave the lift and unleash a powerful warm stream of urine into the toilet bowl. The thought alone almost sent her over the edge as another few drops escaped. "I don't think I can hold it much longer" she admitted. Chris was sympathetic but he didn't know what to say. At this point Lucy wasn't even trying to hide her urgency anymore she bent down and tightly grabbed her crotch with both hands in full view of Chris. "Do you perhaps have something to pee in?" Chris asked. "I-I can't hold it anymore!"
Chris frantically searched through his bag to find something she could relieve herself in but it was too late. "Oh god no!" Lucy shrieked as she started wetting herself right in front of Chris. "I'm so sorry!" She sobbed as warm pee ran through her legs and splashed on the floor. "It's OK honestly" replied Chris "It's best to just let it all out" Lucy couldn't bare to watch as her pee stream got stronger and her pee puddle expanded larger on the floor. When she finished her face was bright red. "It's not your fault" said Chris "Accidents happen all the time!" "I promise I won't tell anyone" Lucy looked up at him and gently smiled "Thank you but what am I gonna do now I'm soaked!"
Their dialogue was interrupted by someone outside "Hey are you guys OK? We're gonna open the doors now!" Lucy panicked but Chris managed to calm her down "I have an idea OK?" Chris took off his suit jacket and gave it to Lucy. "Put this around your waist and when the doors open we'll run as fast as we can OK?" Lucy agreed and tied his jacket around her waist. As the doors finally opened the two of them ran together out of the building as fast as they could stopping for nothing. "OK we're in the clear! Chris said. "You gonna be alright"? "I think so" she replied "Keep the jacket and have a safe journey home and we can pretend all this never happened OK?"
"Thank you so much" Lucy replied, and with that she headed to her car and drove home. Thanks to Chris she avoided an embarrassing accident from getting worse and she got a new jacket that she assumed Chris wouldn't want back. As she arrived home she got undressed, had a shower and sat on the sofa thinking about what happened. "I bet that guy thinks I'm a total freak for wetting myself" she pondered. But as she was lying there on the sofa she thought about how nice he treated a total stranger, and how attractive he was. Lucy had dated other men in the past but nothing long term. "I hope I see him again" she thought as she threw his ruined jacket on the floor and went to bed.
The next morning Lucy went to wash Chris's jacket when she noticed a piece of paper hanging out from the jacket pocket. Curious she opened it. It was nothing special, just a list of clients but she noticed it had Chris' mobile phone number written inside. Lucy pondered for a moment weighing all her options and finally said "Screw it!" She took a chance and dialled the number. She started getting butterflies in her chest, she had never been the one to ask someone out before but she was feeling confident today. Lucy felt her heartbeat raise with every ring until finally, someone picked up the phone. |
Chapter 2: The Café
Lucy woke up bursting with energy, it was a lovely Saturday morning made even better by the fact that somehow she had secured a date with Assistant Manager Chris from work. Lucy was a very introverted person and found it difficult to make friends growing up and while she had boyfriends before, she never entered a serious relationship with one. She got changed into a casual summer outfit, a tight white blouse and a pair of slightly ripped jeans. She skipped her morning coffee since they both agreed to meet at a local cafe. Lucy checked her watch "Ah i'm running late!" she gasped as she rushed out the door and made her way to the cafe.
Walking into the brightly lit cafe, she saw Chris sitting there in the back next to the window. "Hey Lucy great to see you!" said Chris. "Nice to see you too!" she replied. "So sorry i'm a little late!" "I'm beginning to see a pattern here Lucy!" said Chris jokingly. Lucy laughed and sat down opposite Chris. "So what will you have?" inquired Chris "I'll have a latte I think" replied Lucy. "Good choice i'll have an Americano, i'll go and place our order" Lucy went to reach into her purse when Chris stopped her "No need it's on me" he said "Are you sure? What a gentleman!" she responded and just like that Chris walked up to the counter to order their drinks.
Lucy smiled and looked out the window, she had a good feeling about Chris and even though they've only known each other for 2 days, she was confident that he was a keeper. "Here you go" Chris said as he placed her Latte in front of her. "Thanks!" replied Lucy with a smile. The two of them drank and started getting to know each other. They talked about work as well as their hobbies for a while until Chris said "So I gotta know, what made you ask me out a date yesterday?" Lucy froze for a moment and stuttered "I-i just thought you were so nice to me yesterday and I wanted to get to know you better" she replied. "Well i'm glad you did i'm really enjoying talking to you" replied Chris. Lucy felt more relaxed as she kept talking to Chris until...it happened.
Like a bolt from the blue Lucy's bladder began to twinge, she crossed her legs and started fidgeting "Oh no" Lucy thought. Surely this couldn't be happening again? Had she become so engrossed in her conversation that she failed to notice her bladder filling up? She gritted her teeth and decided to ignore it for now and keep talking. "So any plans this summer?" Chris asked "Uhh not really" she replied "I hear the town is constructing a brand new water park" Chris said. Lucy pretended to be interested even though in reality water was the last thing she wanted to hear right now.
A few minutes passed and her desperation kept growing "Would you like another coffee?" Chris asked innocently "NO!" shouted Lucy "I mean no thanks i'm good" Lucy no longer felt relaxed and started involuntarily shaking her legs as she desperately tried to hold on. Chris observed her for a second and leaned forward "You need to pee don't you?" he whispered. Embarrassed, Lucy hastily nodded "There's a bathroom in the back just there" said Chris as he pointed to the restrooms. Lucy felt relieved and made her way to the restrooms. "I won't be a minute!" she said as she ran.
Relief turned to panic as she saw a sign on the toilet door reading "Closed for repairs" lucy was horrified "This cant be happening" she said as she was denied release. Defeated, she made her way back to their their table. "Wow that was quick" said Chris "The bathrooms are c-closed" she said as her face turned bright red. "Oh" replied Chris "OK lets gets out of here an-" his speech was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing "Shit it's work, they never call me on a saturday unless it's urgent, i'll be 5 minutes OK I promise just hang on" Lucy sat down and grabbed her crotch as Chris answered the phone. She looked out the window and tried to take her mind off her bursting bladder. "Please hurry" she thought to herself as her bladder begged for release "Maybe i'll just let a little bit out to ease the pain" she thought as let a small burst of urine into her white panties. "Fuck!" she thought as another wave of desperation hit her followed by an accidental release, her strategy hadn't worked and her pussy throbbed as her urgency increased.
Still talking on the phone, Chris could see how badly Lucy needed to go but couldn't hang up on his boss. Lucy accidently let out another involuntary spurt of pee as she tried to clamp her vagina shut. She closed her eyes and tried to take her mind of things and listened to the sounds of the cafe. She thought about the sounds of the coffee machines wurring, the acoustic music being played over the speakers and most regrettably the sound of warm water being poured into cups. The sound of water had sent her over the edge as she let go and started peeing uncontrollably on the seat. "Fuck" she sobbed as she felt the warm liquid quickly fill her panties and spill onto the leather seat, her jeans turning a darker shade of blue as the pee went down her long sexy legs with some drops managing to find their way inside her shoes. She couldn't stop herself as her bladder entered auto pilot and drained every last drop of piss out of her body. It was a mixture of severe embarrassment mixed with a hint of pleasure as she finally stopped wetting.
By now Chris had seen everything and as he finally ended his phone call "Lucy I am SO sorry!" he said "I had no idea how long I was on the phone for". Lucy was too embarrassed to respond as waitresses and other patrons could see what happened. "Come with me" Chris said as he walked her out of the cafe and onto the street. "Chris I am so sorry you must think i'm such a baby" she said with a tear rolling down her cheek. "Don't be ridiculous" said Chris as he wiped the tear off her face "I'm afraid I didn't bring a jacket this time" he joked. "Get in my car i'll drive you home" he offered "But i'll get the car wet!"she replied "I don't care" said Chris "You shouldn't have to walk back home like this". Reluctantly Lucy got in Chris's car and the two of them drove to Lucy's house. "This your place?" Chris asked as they pulled up outside "Yeah" replied Lucy feeling a little better. They pulled up and Chris asked if he could come in "Sure if you want, i'll just get changed and we can talk" Lucy replied.
As she got changed she thought about how odd it was that Chris wasn't freaked out by her actions, she got dressed and joined Chris in the living room. "You look good" said Chris "How are you feeling" "Like I want to just go to sleep and never wake up" "Don't be silly" replied Chris "You shouldn't be so hard yourself it was only an accident" Lucy found Chris's words comforting but she still was embarrassed "I can't ever go back to that cafe ever again" she said "Luckily there are hundreds of coffee shops in town" Chris replied. "I just can't believe I wet myself twice in front of you" Lucy responded "You must think i'm a total-" Lucy was interrupted by Chris hugging her "Don't beat yourself up!" he stated "I think you're a very nice girl who I want to spend more time with!" Lucy was stunned "Y-you really mean that?" she replied "Of course" said Chris with a grin "Same time tommorow? There's this film I'd really like to see" "I...would like that" Lucy responded "Great see you then!" and with that Chris kissed Lucy on the cheek and got in his car.
Lucy was ecstatic she couldn't believe Chris asked her out again. She waved him goodbye and began planning for tommorow... |
Here Is part 3
Apologies for the delay, this is the longest chapter so far and my PC decided to shut itself down as I was halfway done writing this chapter. Lesson learned, always save periodically.
Things get a bit more heated in this chapter
Chapter 3: The Cinema
It was a warm Sunday morning and Lucy was getting ready to meet Chris at the cinema, she had developed a fondness for him ever since they first met in the office. This time however things would be different, she thought to herself. She was determined not to have another accident in front of him. She had a long pee in the toilet and got ready. She was wearing a casual summer outfit, a bright yellow t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts with some brown sandals. She gathered her things and left in the car to go to the cinema.
When she arrived she saw Chris waiting for her in the foyer. "Hey Lucy!" he said with a smile "Heyyy" replied Lucy. "So what movie are we watching?" "I was wondering if you'd be interested in the new action movie "High Pistol"? said Chris. "Ooh good choice" replied Lucy "I love Tom Sails' movies!" Chris and Lucy bought their tickets and walked over to the concession stand. "Wanna get some popcorn"? asked Chris "Sure!" said Lucy "OK do you like salted or sweet popcorn?" "I like both to be honest" said Lucy "OK how about we get a mixed bag to share?" Chris asked "Sounds great!" replied Lucy "OK now what about to drink? I'm getting a large soda" said Chris "Umm is it OK if I just get a small water actually?" replied Lucy "Don't be silly!" replied Chris "The movie is long you'll want something bigger trust me" Lucy hesitated for a moment, she didn't want a huge drink because of her recent bladder troubles, but not to be rude, she accepted and Chris bought her a large soda as well. They took their seats in the theatre, a row right at the back and waited for the movie to start. Lucy glared at her massive bottle of soda, it must've been about a litre. She dared to think about having an accident right in the movie theatre. As the movie started Lucy and Chris took turns sharing the popcorn they bought. The popcorn was very dry so Lucy found herself having to take frequent sips of her large ice cold drink. As she watched the film, her mind was distracted by the thought of wetting herself crossing her mind, this made Lucy anxious and the more she got nervous, the more she ate, and the more she ate the thirstier she become.
About halfway through the movie, the inevitable happened. Lucy needed to use the bathroom. Lucy was so invested in the movie that she had forgotten about her bladder. "This can't be happening!" Lucy thought "How could I be so careless?" she started to fidget in her seat a little, she crossed and uncrossed her legs several times. This wasn't working so she stealthily slid her hand into her crotch to ease some of the pressure. This worked for a little while but she quickly found her bladder filling up again. Lucy didn't know what to do, the cinema was pretty full so she didn't want to bother anyone by walking in front of them while they were watching the film. Lucy was getting increasingly desperate.
She began uncontrollably shaking her legs which caught the attention of Chris. "You OK?" Chris asked innocently "Y-yeah of course" she replied with a slightly pained expression on her face" Chris whispered in her ear "Do you need the bathroom?" "Y-yeah" replied Lucy "Really badly" Chris said something that surprised her "I need to pee too" he said "I've been holding it for about an hour now" Lucy was surprised to learn that Chris was just as desperate for the loo as she was but she found it somewhat comforting that she wasn't alone in her dilemma. "What should we do?" asked Lucy now fully grabbing her crotch with both hands. "I really don't wanna miss the movie" said Chris "But we cant enjoy it if our bladders are full" Lucy gasped as she felt a small trickle of pee leak into her panties, she quickly grabbed herself and managed to stop the flow.
"Fuck this is bad" said Lucy "I need to piss so bad. I don't know why this keeps happening!" "Stay calm" replied Chris now grabbing himself as well "We just have to hold it for as long as we can" Lucy gritted her teeth, that was not what she wanted to hear, she wanted nothing more than to just rip off her shorts and piss in the toilet bowl, but these thoughts were not helping the situation. Lucy undone one of the buttons on her shorts which exposed her pink panties a little. As she did so she felt another wave of desperation hit and another pee spurt filled her panties. "Fuck!" she moaned quietly as she could see her panties get damper. Chris gasped a little too and Lucy had assumed that Chris had a small accident in his underwear too. Chris looked towards Lucy and was surprised to see her panties showing through her jean shorts. "Ahh!" said Lucy "I am so sorry I had to undo my button!" Chris laughed and said "Its OK! I may have had a little accident too"
"You know what?" declared Chris "I cant hold it in anymore" Lucy looked at Chris puzzled as he relaxed into his chair, and started letting out his pee in his trousers! "Oh my!" Lucy said as she watched a fully grown man wet himself in his chair. Chris let out a soft moan as he let the pee flow into his trousers and onto the floor below him. Luckily for him the only person that could see what was happening was Lucy since the room was pitch black and everyone else was fixed on the movie.
"I'm sorry" Chris said as he finished peeing "I just couldn't hold it anymore it was starting to hurt" "I totally get it" replied Lucy. "But look at your trousers they're soaked! How are you going to walk out of here unnoticed?" "Ill worry about that later!" he replied. "Y'know you should do it too, it feels way better than holding it!"
"I-I bet it does b-but" "But what?" replied Chris "What if someone sees me?" "I will cover you when we leave" said Chris "Don't deny your bladder any longer, you'll feel way better trust me". Lucy thought about it for a moment but on the verge of her bladder bursting and after seeing how relieved Chris looked, she closed her eyes and relaxed...
It began with a trickle but then turned into a hard stream as she finally let go of her aching bladder muscles and peed straight through her shorts. Her bladder thanked her by sending waves of ecstasy through her body as she let out a little moan. Pee was flooding her tight shorts and spilling onto the seat and the popcorn stained floor below her. Drops of pee had managed to make their way inside her sandals. After what felt like forever she finally finished peeing. "Wow ok you were right that did feel better" she said "Told you!" replied Chris. "I feel sorry for the cleaners though!" Lucy joked "Haha yeah don't worry maybe they'll think its just spilled soda!" replied Chris jokingly "I don't think soda is supposed to smell like pee!" she replied.
Lucy didn't want to admit it but she had secretly enjoyed wetting herself just now, maybe it was because she wasn't alone anymore or maybe she just grown used to it. Either way she knew she didn't want to make a habit out of it as she knew other people would be more judgemental if they saw her wetting herself.
The two of them watched the last 30 minutes of the movie and as the credits rolled they quickly covered their laps so nobody could see their wet clothes. "Lets wait for everyone to leave before us" said Chris "Good idea" replied Lucy. As the last of the movie-goers left, the two of them dashed out of their seat and ran straight to the exit. "Well I guess we better get going" said Lucy "Well actually if you don't mind there is something I wanted to ask you" said Chris "Oh?" asked Lucy "What is it?" "My jacket" stated Chris "The one I gave to you? I have an important meeting with a client tomorrow morning and I kinda need it back"
Lucy was embarrassed, she hadn't washed it yet after he gave it to her to use as a pee shield. "Um yeah about that..." Lucy said with an embarrassed look on her face "...I haven't got around to washing it yet, sorry I didn't think you'd want it back" "Not to worry!" replied Chris "I can wash it when I- oh damn I forgot, my washing machine is broke" without hesitation Lucy replied saying "You can come over and use mine!" "Really?!" replied Chris with a grin "That would be great" and just like that they both got into their own cars and drove to Lucy's place.
"When they arrived Lucy invited him inside and directed him to the jacket on the floor "Here it is!" said Lucy "Sorry I kinda just threw it on the floor" "All good I'll just put it in the machine" replied Chris. "While we're here we should undress and put our pee stained clothes in the wash" said Lucy "Good thinking" replied Chris. "Except I don't have any spare clothes!" said Chris "Ohh right..." said Lucy "Forgot about that!" The two of them thought about what to do and eventually Lucy had an idea "You can wear one of my outfits if you like, I have some gender neutral outfits" "OK sure" Chris said and they both got changed in separate rooms.
"You look good in that!" said Lucy admiring Chris's new look "It's a little tight for me but it will do until the washing is done" said Chris. They put all their wet clothes in the washing machine and started it up. "Well this is gonna take some time so what do you wanna do?" asked Chris. Lucy bit her lip, maybe it was because she had gotten used to being around Chris but she found some extra confidence to make a move on him "I-i wanted to ask you something" she said faintly "I really like being with you, I've had more fun this weekend than I have ever had in years and I was wondering if you and I could keep seeing each other?"
"Are you saying you're in love with me Miss Lucy?" replied Chris teasingly "U-uh I-i" Lucy struggled to get her words out she was redder than Mars. "Sorry I got a little carried away, I mean you're my boss you don't want someone unprofessional who wets themselves like me" said Lucy with a sad look on her face. Chris paused for a moment "I'm sorry" said Lucy "I shouldn't hav-" her words were interrupted by the sight of Chris leaning in to kiss Lucy on the lips. Shocked and embarrassed, Lucy recoiled a little bit but than began to kiss him back and closed her eyes. "This feels so right" she thought to herself and as the kiss ended Lucy went back in for more. They shared another passionate kiss until Chris said "I love you too Lucy"
Lucy was now doing what she should've done a while ago and let her heart guide her, shutting her brain off entirely. "I want you so fucking badly" she said as she pulled him towards the bedroom and started making out on her bed. As the two of them explored each others bodies for the first time, Lucy was the happiest she had been in a long time. Then after some intense intercourse Lucy orgasmed and moaned as a wave of ecstasy shot through her. This was the first time a man had made her orgasm in bed. She was feeling extremely horny. She let Chris finish on her tits and the two of them laid on the bed next to each other "That was fucking incredible!" said Lucy "Your the best girl I've ever met!" replied Chris "I want to be with you forever" said Lucy "I would like nothing more" replied Chris. "It's getting late, you mind if I crash here for the night? I'm exhausted" "Of course!" answered Lucy "I'll get my washing tomorrow morning"
As Chris slept like a baby, Lucy smiled wide and congratulated herself on pulling the man of her dreams. She knew without any doubt that he was the one, and that she wanted to spend eternity with him. That night she slept like a kitten. |
Here is Part 4! Thank you everybody for the amazing feedback so far it has really encouraged me to keep going. I'm trying something new with this chapter to hopefully make it a little easier to read and I've given each speaker their own paragraph based on feedback so hopefully you enjoy!
Chapter 4: The Drive
Lucy and Chris have been dating as boyfriend and girlfriend for two weeks now and while they don't get to see each other much at work due to conflicting schedules, they frequently meet up in the evenings for dates or a romantic night in at each others houses and best of all, Lucy had not had a single accident since the cinema incident. After what felt like the longest work week ever, the weekend was finally here and Chris had made plans with Lucy to go on a road trip down to the sea for the weekend where they would spend the night in a hotel.
Chris showed up at Lucy's house at 8AM in his car to pick her up. Lucy was wearing a beautiful red dress with a nice floral pattern for the hot weather. She got her luggage and walked over to Chris who was waiting in the car.
Lucy: "Hey Chris!"
Chris: "Hey babe! love the dress!"
Lucy: "Thank you hun!"
Chris: "You ready for the beach?"
Lucy: "You kidding? I've been waiting all week for this!"
Lucy put her luggage in the back of the car and sat down in the passenger seat right next to Chris. Chris hit the gas and the two of them headed off to their destination.
Chris: "By the way I bought these smoothies from the cafe earlier for the trip, they're really good you should try it"
Lucy: "Oh cool! I love their smoothies!"
She had a few sips of her drink and turned on the car radio so they could listen to music while they drove.
30 minutes into their journey they reached a busy motorway and before they knew it they were stuck in traffic a mile long.
Chris: "Oh dammit we're gonna be here a while, I'm sure it's nothing serious"
Lucy: "Oh that's a shame it was going so smoothly too"
As they were stuck in traffic the radio announced a traffic report.
Radio: "We're getting reports of heavy traffic on the M4 this morning as an overturned lorry is blocking both lanes of traffic, experts say that it may take up to two hours to clear the obstruction"
Chris: "Two hours?!"
Lucy: "No way!"
Chris: "It'll be fine we got plenty of food and drink on board, we'll just have to sit tight"
The two of them started waiting for the blockage to be cleared when Lucy felt a very familiar feeling.
Before she knew it, Lucy's bladder was full and she crossed her legs to relieve some of the pressure.
Lucy: "How's the traffic looking?"
Chris: "Not great, I'd say it will take another hour from here at least"
Lucy felt a cold sweat drip from her forehead, she knew she couldn't wait that long to use the bathroom, her prior accidents had told her that. She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore her urge to urinate by turning up the radio and listening to music.
Lucy's need only grew worse with time and she soon found herself jamming her hands into her crotch, she was usually a very shy girl who hated having to admit she needed a pee, but having already wet herself before multiple times in front of Chris had made her more confident.
Lucy: "Fuck babe I need to pee like crazy!" "Is there a service station nearby or maybe somewhere to pull over?"
Chris: I'm afraid not, we're in gridlock and the nearest service station is beyond the crash site."
Lucy: "Why does this keep happening"?
Chris: "What do you mean?"
Lucy: "Every time I'm with you I get so desperate to pee!"
Chris: "You probably just have a small bladder!"
Lucy: "I DO NOT!" I'll prove it!"
Chris: "How?"
Lucy: "I'll hold my pee all the way until we get to the service station!"
Chris: "Alright you're on!"
With that Lucy was now more determined than ever to prove Chris wrong and to break the cycle of wettings. She took multiple deep breaths and massaged her stomach to try and keep the liquid in place.
Chris started fidgeting in his seat and occasionally grabbed his crotch
Lucy: "Oh my god you totally have to go too don't you?"
Chris: "No way!" I don't have a small bladder like you!"
Lucy: "Oh yeah? Like you didn't wet yourself watching that movie?"
Chris: "That was different! I only did that to make you feel comfortable, I could've totally made it to the bathroom."
Lucy: "Sure thing hun, just admit you have to pee"
Chris: "OK fine! I've been holding it since I left the house this morning!"
Lucy: "Why didn't you just use the bathroom at your house?"
Chris: "B-because I ran out of time"
Lucy: "OK then Mister, I challenge you to a battle of wits, whoever can hold their pee in the longest wins. The loser has to pay for gas!"
Chris: "You're on!"
Now Lucy had found herself in a friendly competition with her boyfriend over who has the biggest bladder. The two of them held their bladders as much as they could but Lucy had a slight advantage as she could use both of her hands since Chris had to focus on turning the wheel.
20 minutes pass and neither party wants to admit defeat. Lucy had let out a tiny amount of pee into her undies hoping it would help, it didn't. Chris was getting red in the face and had to adjust his tight belt a bit.
Traffic came to a complete standstill as the blockage was still on the road, Chris started sweating and undid his fly. He knew the traffic wasn't going to let up and so he admitted defeat.
Chris: "Fuck I can't hold it anymore"
Frantic, Chris searched for something to pee in. He looked at his smoothie bottle but it was still half full. He then glanced at Lucy's empty bottle on the floor and begged Lucy to give it to her.
Chris: "Quick gimme the bottle! I'm about to pee!
Lucy: "You mean this bottle? What if I don't want to give it to you?" She teased
Chris: "Babe I'm serious you win! I need to go like crazy!"
Lucy: "It's kinda hot when you squirm like that"
Chris: "Just hand it over quickly before- oh god"
Chris had accidently let out an involuntary squirt of piss into his jeans and it left a small statin on the front of his trousers. Lucy laughed and gave him the bottle. Chris frantically began pulling his cock out and before he aligned his dick with the rim of the bottle, began peeing at great force into the container.
Chris: "Ahhhhhh fuck!" said Chris as he finally felt the relief he'd been craving. He didn't care if other drivers were watching he was just in pure bliss as his bladder emptied and the bottle filled.
Lucy teased Chris over losing the bet but the sound of pee splashing into the bottle reminded her of her own situation. She clamped her hands around her waist as she waited for Chris to finish.
Lucy: "Hurry up! I need to go too!"
Chris: "I thought you said you could wait until the service station?"
Lucy: "And I thought YOU said you had a bigger bladder than me! Just gimme the damn cup!"
Chris: "Well maybe I don't want to!"
Lucy: "Babe I'm serious I know I teased you before but I'm actually gonna have an accident in your car if you don't give me the bottle!"
Chris: "I cant tell you how good that felt when I finally let all that urine sloshing around in my bladder go. It was like a river of warm clear piss just went straight through me!" he teased
Lucy: "Oh my god stop!"
Chris: "If you want it back so bad you're gonna have to make me!"
Lucy: "Chris stop! If I move I'm going to burst!"
Chris: "Well maybe I want you too!"
Chris began to tickle Lucy.
Lucy: "Ah! No stop!" she laughed
Lucy: "Oh god its happening! I told you!"
Lucy had reached her breaking point and almost instantly a hot stream of urine flooded into her panties and made a puddle around her crotch. Her seat was drenched as the pee kept flowing out of her like a waterfall. She began to moan with pleasure as the hot pee combined with the already hot car seat made her ass nice and warm.
Lucy: "I cant stop it!" she said as more and more urine kept coming out of her pussy, some of it splashing onto the floor below and into her sandals.
When she finally finished peeing she took a big sigh of relief and muttered under her breath "That felt amazing"
Suddenly she came to her senses and realized she had just wet herself in her boyfriends car
Lucy: "Oh god I-"
Chris: "Don't worry about it's my fault for teasing you, I may have gotten a little carried away back there"
Lucy leaned back in her chair and the pair laughed it off together.
Chris: "Once this traffic finally clears we'll go to that service station and get a bite to eat how does that sound?"
Lucy: "Sounds great, but maybe no drinks though!"
After what felt like an eternity the blockage was finally cleared and the two of them drove into the nearest service station and sat down for lunch. Lucy's dress remained remarkably dry and no pee stains were visible so she only put on a new pair of panties in the women's bathroom.
Lucy: "There's no way in hell I would've held it for so long!"
Chris: "Yeah you pissed like a camel back there! That must've felt pretty good"
Lucy "It felt amazing but I don't want to make a habit out of it!"
Chris: "Y-yeah no of course"
Lucy: "Y'know I always had a pretty strong bladder, I always held my pee quite well but ever since I've met you something has changed within me."
Chris: "It's probably just uh... nerves or something. It's cool though I wont judge you"
Lucy: "Aww thanks babe"
The two of them finished lunch and made their way back to the car
Chris: "Guess that means I have to pay for petrol huh?"
Lucy: "That was the rule! Besides it's your car!"
Chris: "A deal's a deal"
Lucy soaked up her pee stained seat with one of her jackets and sat on it. Chris filled up his car and the two of them continued their journey to the beach... |
Here is Part 5, Kept you waiting huh?
Chapter 5: The Revelation
Lucy and Chris open the door to their hotel room. Lucy jumps onto the king-sized bed.
Lucy: "Now this is what I call luxury"
Chris: "Only the best for Madame"
Lucy: "Ooh Merci Monsieur!"
The pair unpack their belongings and Lucy heads into the shower. She turns on the warm water and as she starts washing herself she feels a very slight urge to pee. Hesitant at first she decides to try something she's never done before and starts peeing in the shower.
Lucy: "Ahhhh"
She stops peeing and finishes up. She leaves the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body which arouses Chris.
Chris: "Damn I'm starting to wish I joined you"
Lucy: "You're such a perv! Save the flirting for later buddy"
Chris: "Can't wait. So wanna go down to the beach?"
Lucy: "Nah I was thinking we just chill for a while i'm pretty tired"
Chris: "Really?"
Lucy: "You kidding? Of course I wanna go to the beach!"
Chris: "Haha thought so, OK lets get changed and we'll head off!"
The young couple get changed into their swimsuits and head to the beach
Lucy: "We're here! I haven't been to the beach in so long I missed the smell of the sea air"
Chris: "Yeah I don't see it much either, my work usually keeps me from vacations. But now we got the whole weekend to enjoy it!"
The pair of them set up a picnic blanket on the sand and sunbathe. Lucy's tight blue bikini glows as the sun shines on it. Chris laid next to her topless with his light grey swimming trunks. They turn to each other.
Lucy: "Hello handsome, come here often?"
Chris: "Only to say hello to pretty girls like you"
They share an intimate kiss together. Lucy suddenly slaps the bulge in Chris's shorts.
Chris: "Hey!"
Lucy: "Boner alert!"
Chris: "You know I can't help it!"
Lucy: "I know that's what makes it so hot!"
Chris takes Lucy by the hand towards the sea. They take turns splashing each other.
Lucy: "My Bikini is soaked!"
Chris: "Well duh, it's the sea!"
Chris observes Lucy's chest
Chris: "Looks like i'm not the only one aroused"
Lucy looks down and blushes as she notices that her nipples are clearly visible and poking out from her bikini
Lucy: "Ah! There are kids here! Lets go back to shore"
They make their way back to their spot on the sand
Chris: "Tell you what all that splashing has made me thirsty, fancy a drink?"
Lucy: "Yes please, I'll come with you"
Chris: "No no you stay here and keep our spot i'll get them"
Lucy: "Ok sure, i'll have a Sex on the beach"
Chris looks at her with a cheeky expression
Lucy: "The DRINK Chris"
Chris: "Oh that's a shame"
Lucy: "Get your mind out of the gutter young man!"
Chris: "Coming right up M'lady"
As Chris leaves to get the drinks from the cocktail bar, Lucy lays down on the sand and feels the sun radiating on her skin. Before long Chris returns with two drinks in hand.
Chris: "One Cocktail for the lovely lady?"
Lucy: "Oh thank you kind sir!"
The two of them finish their drinks.
Lucy: "Hey would you mind putting some sun cream on my back? I wanna get a tan"
Chris: "Of course!"
Lucy lies on her back as Chris rubs lotion on her skin.
Lucy: "Ooh that feels good"
Chris: "I'm using all of my willpower not to go lower right now"
Lucy: "That takes some restraint!" I'll have to reward you later"
Chris: "Ugh can't it be later now?"
Lucy: "Haha you wish! I bet you just wanna whip that thing out and fuck me right on this beach huh?"
Chris: "Baby you have no idea"
Lucy: "OK you can do my legs now"
Chris obliges and rubs Lucy's legs as he tries to prevent his bulge growing any bigger.
Lucy: "OK that's great hun, you can stop now"
Chris: "Mind doing me next?"
Lucy: "Sure why not?"
Lucy starts applying cream on Chris's back and soon moves on to his bare chest.
Lucy: "You're enjoying this aren't you?"
Chris: "How can I not? A pretty woman like you rubbing my chest?"
Lucy: "Good I want you to enjoy it"
Lucy finishes and the pair lie down together and sunbathe.
A couple hours pass and the sun begins to set, the two of them decide to leave the beach and head into the town.
Lucy: "Mind if I go to the ladies? I need to pee all of a sudden"
Chris: "Oh I think the bathrooms are closed now, they shut early"
Lucy: "Oh shit not again!"
Chris: "Just go in the sea, nobody would know"
Lucy: "Tempting but I would rather wait to find a bathroom, besides that's just gross, other people are swimming in there!"
Chris: "Suit yourself, lets do some shopping, we'll see if we can find a bathroom there"
The pair wander into the town and enter a souvenir store.
Chris: "Hey Lucy check this out!"
Lucy: "...Hmm?" Lucy is too distracted by her bladder to focus
Chris: "It's one of those Chinese finger traps, wanna try it?"
Lucy: "Oh no I don't think that's a good idea!"
Despite her protests, Chris places the finger trap on her finger as well as his own, the pair are now caught in the trap.
Chris: "Haha now we're stuck!"
Lucy: "What do you mean stuck? Get it off I need to pee!"
Chris: "OK sure one sec"
Chris tries to get the finger trap off but despite his best efforts, the finger trap stays firmly attached to each other. Lucy's need to urinate increases as her anxiety starts to raise. She grabs her bladder with her free hand.
Lucy: "Chris i'm not joking! Get this thing off NOW!"
Chris: "I-i'm trying! It wont budge!"
Lucy is now frantic, her bladder muscles straining from the pressure that is built up inside her, each exertion making her need more desperate.
Lucy: "Chris please I can't hold it anymore!"
Chris: "I'm trying my best!"
Lucy: "Oh fuck!"
As Lucy tries once more to pull herself free from the finger trap, her bladder muscles spasm and a small spurt of pee leaks out from her bikini and splashes onto the ground. She manages to regain composure and keep the rest in.
Chris: "Oh shit"
Lucy: "Chris for fucks sake i'm wetting myself,find something to cut it with!"
Chris grabs a small pocket knife from a shelf and successfully removes the finger trap.
Chris: "Got it! Go pee!"
Before Lucy could even respond she sprinted towards the bathroom in the back of the shop, sweet relief was mere moments away when...
Lucy: "It's fucking locked?!"
The bathroom required a key to open it so with both hands on her crotch she ran back towards the counter and asked for the key.
Lucy: "Do you have the key for the bathroom? I'm absolutely bursting!"
Employee: "Of course I have it right- oh dear where did I put it?"
The employee was an older woman and had lost the key to the bathroom. As she looked for the key Lucy couldn't hold it anymore and her bladder erupted right in front of the clerk.
Lucy: "Ahh!"
Lucy moaned as a torrent of warm pee escaped through her urethra and hissed through her bikini down her legs and onto the floor below. She felt a mixture of both embarrassment and ecstasy as her bladder emptied.
Employee: "Oh my I am so sorry young lady!"
Lucy began to cry as other customers looked at her, including Chris.
Lucy: "I'm sorry I couldn't wait anymore!"
Employee: "Don't you worry about a thing miss! It's my fault I lost the key. I'll go clean this up you just go clean yourself up OK?"
Lucy was grateful that the clerk was so understanding of her situation, perhaps she had a similar experience before. Lucy and Chris walked out of the store and decided to head back to the hotel.
Chris: "Hey are you OK?"
Lucy: "No i'm not! I told you I needed to pee and you still put that finger trap on me!"
Chris: "You're right i'm sorry, I just thought it would be funny"
Lucy: "Well no is laughing Chris!"
The two of them silently walked back to their hotel room and Lucy hopped in the shower for the second time that day. When she finished she got dressed into her pyjamas.
Chris: "Y'know I haven't had a chance to pee all day either and because I hate seeing you upset like this, I think it's only fair I have an accident too"
Chris started peeing in his shorts in front of Lucy in order to make her feel better.
Lucy: "I appreciate the gesture babe, but you didn't have an accident in front of a bunch of strangers, lets just go to bed"
The two of them got into bed and slept. Lucy was too tired and ashamed to have any "fun" tonight.
The next morning Lucy woke up to the smell of Coffee as Chris was making her breakfast.
Chris: "Morning babe! I'm just making you some breakfast"
Lucy: *Yawns* "Sounds good, i'm just gonna go pee first"
Lucy went to the toilet and peed, which just reminded her of yesterday's accident. She was going to go brush her hair when she realized she left it by her bed. Lucy left the bathroom to go find her brush when she saw Chris putting something in her Coffee cup.
Lucy: "What are you doing?!"
Chris recoiled in shock
Chris: "Oh shit you scared me!"
Lucy: "What is that you're putting in my coffee?"
Chris: "Uh y'know just some sugar because you're so sweet!"
Lucy: "You know I don't like sugar, let me see what's in your hand!"
Chris: "No wait!"
Lucy grabbed Chris's hand and what she saw sent shock-waves through her system... |
Here is the final part of the story! This Chapter contains a detailed sex scene with some BDSM elements
Chapter 6: One Wet Night
Lucy managed to pry Chris's hand open, revealing a small white capsule in his hand
"What the FUCK is this?! Lucy Snapped
"It's not what it looks like!" Chris replied riddled with anxiety
"Oh really cus it looks like you were going to drug me! Were you going to put me to sleep or something you sick fuck?!"
Chris looked puzzled
"What? No!" he replied "It's a diuretic Lucy that's all!"
Chris showed a box of diuretic tablets to Lucy, some of the tablets were missing.
"Well why would you-" a sudden realization hit Lucy like a freight train. She remembered all the times she accepted a drink from Chris, the coffee shop, the cinema, the car journey and the beach, all of her 'accidents' were staged.
"Y-you've been drugging me all this time. All those accidents I had, were because of you?!"
Chris looked down in shame
"Say something Chris!" Why did you put those tablets in my drinks?!" Lucy demanded
"Because I'm into it" Chris spoke softly
"What?" Lucy asked
"I'm into it OK! I have a wetting kink, I get turned on by watching women piss themselves..." Chris replied with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Ever since I first met you and you had that accident in the lift I couldn't stop thinking about it, It was so fucking hot watching you quiver with desperation as you begged for release, and when the flood gates finally opened I almost came in my trousers watching all that pee run down your legs"
Lucy didn't know what to say as she continued listening to him
"After that day I felt something else. I wanted to get to know you better as I sensed a genuine connection between us. I haven't dated in years, all my past partners left when I admitted my fetish to them, I was afraid the same would happen with you so I came up with this stupid plan to get you to have an accident and see if you would enjoy it. It worked way better than I thought at the cafe so I kept doing it again and again I just couldn't get enough."
"Those accidents were really embarrassing for me!" replied Lucy
"I know, and it was never my intention to humiliate you. I wish I didn't get so carried away. I am so sorry Lucy it won't happen again"
Lucy replied "You should have just told me you had a piss kink I'm not a judgemental person, but you don't ever force me into your little game!"
"I know and I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?" Chris asked
"I need some space Chris, I can't process all this right now"
"I understand babe, take all the time you need" said Chris
Lucy left the hotel and headed towards a local park to clear her mind. She sat for a while and fed some birds as she tried to figure out her next move.
She loved everything about Chris but this revelation was too much for her. She got out her phone and looked up information about Chris's strange kink when she stumbled on a phrase called 'Omorashi'. Curious she dug a little deeper and found an article titled "To pee or not to pee: The Men & Women who get aroused by Urinating" In the article the female author describes in great detail about why people around the world share this fetish and that's it's perfectly natural and suprisingly common to have it.
Lucy was amazed by the article and upon reflection realized that she had in fact secretly enjoyed the feeling of wetting herself, but she was still upset that Chris drugged her.
She thought about her own kink 'bondage' and thought how Chris would react to it if she told him. She realized that both of them were scared of opening up to each other about their kinks.
Lucy knew what she had to do...
Chris layed on the bed of the hotel room and watched TV as he looked upset thinking about how he blew it with Lucy, when suddenly the door opened.
"Lucy! I was worried you were gone! Listen I am so sorry for everything I did to you, I really don't want to lose you, you're so amazing and-"
Lucy interrupted him by putting her finger to his lips
"I know" she said "Which is why I want you to listen to me"
"Sure what is it?"
"First things first no more Diuretics!"
"Of course never again!"
"Second we need to be more open with eachother, no more secrets!"
"Absolutely!"
"Now with that being said, I wanna know how you developed your piss kink?"
"Well when I was about 16 I was in a class when I noticed this girl in front of me was was shaking her leg and grabbing herself a lot. She obviously needed a wee but was too shy to ask the teacher to use the toilet. Eventually she found some courage and asked the teacher but as soon as she stood up to leave she was peeing herself uncontrollably and you could hear the pee splash onto the floor. It was very arousing watching her lose control like that. When I got older I discovered Omorashi and decided to wet my pants for the first time and it was soooo satisfying.
"Sounds kinda hot" replied Lucy
"Oh it was" said Chris
"OK since You've been so honest, i'll tell you my kink" said Lucy
"Please do I wont ever judge you" replied Chris
"When I was 13 I was playing Hide & Seek with some friends and I was chasing this boy and ended up pinning him to the ground. I was laying on top of him when I started to get very aroused, I could feel his cock get hard which really turned me on but before anything happened his parents came over to check on him so I quickly got off him. Since then I discovered i had a bondage kink, I love when people get tied up helplessly as the other person rides them like crazy it's such a turn on!"
"So you're into bondage? Wow never would have guessed. That's really hot!" said Chris with a cheeky grin
"So that brings us to rule three, it's not fair you get to indulge in your kink and I don't!"
Suddenly Lucy throws Chris onto the bed and reveals some rope she bought earlier
"Oh god what are you gonna do to me mistress?" Chris asked
"I'm going to make you my bitch" she said as she ties Chris's hands and feet to the bed
Lucy climbs on top of him and with all their clothes still on, begins grinding on his dick
Chris moans with pleasure as she then unzips his fly to get to his stiff cock
"Ahhh fuck!" Chris moaned as she sucks on his shaft
"You wanna cum baby?" Lucy asked
"So badly baby" he replied
"Well that's too bad!" she said and stops sucking his cock
"You don't get to orgasm until I say so!" Lucy said
She takes off her top leaving just the bra on and rubs his dick with her tits
"Fuuuuck it feels too good!" Chris said as he is overwhemed with ecstasy
"You wanna cum on my tits so badly don't you?"
"Oh yes so badly, I think i'm gonna..."
Before he can speak Chris ejaculates onto her firm breasts as a thick layer of cum stains her cute bra
"You little perv!" said Lucy "I told you not to cum! Now I must punish you!" said Lucy as she enacted her revenge plot
She gave Chris a big glass of water and made him drink it all up
"That's a good boy, drink it allll up"
She the showed Chris the box of diuretics
"Oh god you wouldn't?" he said
"What?" replied Lucy "I'm just returning the favour!"
Lucy spends an hour teasing Chris and giving him more water to drink to fill his bladder
"Babe please stop my bladder is about to burst!"
"I guess you'll just have to hold it for me, you dont wanna ruin your lovely chinos do you?"
Lucy turned the bathroom tap on and started to fill the sink, the sound of running water sent Chris delirious
"Oh fuck please I can't hold it!" Chris pleaded as he started to leak in his pants
"You're peeing your pants!" Lucy sang as she pressed and grinded on his bladder.
"Fuuuck" said Chris as he reached the limit and being unable to hold himself began soaking his chinos and filling the bed with piss.
He shivered as jets of warm urine escaped his throbbing cock.
"Oh god it's so good!" He sighed as the wetting stopped
"My my what a naughty boy!" said Lucy "Don't you know grown ups don't have accidents?"
"I'm so sorry Mistress I was absolutely bursting!"
"Im afraid i'll have to punish you once more, and watching you relieve yourself has made me need to pee too..." Lucy teased with a menacing grin
She takes off her shorts revealing her pink underwear and stands above Chris. She removes her panties exposing her tight pussy
"Drink up for me baby!" and without hesitation begins peeing on Chris's face
"Ahhhhh" Lucy sighed as she emptied her massive bladder
"This feels so much better, i've been holding it all afternoon for you"
Chris gagged as tried to swallow every last drop of urine
"Your pee is so good Mistress!" exclaimed Chris
Lucy finished peeing and untied Chris
"How was that?" asked Lucy
"Fucking incredible!" Said Chris "I had no idea you were so hardcore?"
"I'm full of suprises!" said Lucy "I've never got to do that to anyone before"
"So what do you think of Omorashi now?"asked Chris
"...I like it!" replied Lucy "OK fine I really fucking like it"
"I'm so glad" said Chris "How about we get changed and call it a night?"
"Sounds good to me" replied Lucy and they shared a hot bath together. They leave the tub and get ready for bed
"You ready for round two?" Lucy asked
"Always" replied Chris and they fucked each other through the night, both parties experiencing multiple earth shattering orgasms.
Morning came as quickly as they did and the happy couple woke up to head home
"We didn't get too much sleep did we?" asked Lucy
"I imagine our neighbors didn't sleep much either!" joked Chris
"Oh god you're right how embarrassing!" laughed Lucy
The two of them packed their things and prepared to leave
"One sec!" said Chris "We won't be needing these anymore!" and he threw the rest of the diuretics in the bin as the pair headed home.
THE END |
Summary: A female sunbathing outside is treated to a rude awakening from inside herself and externally. Without alternative and no entry into her home, her only recourse is the most uncomfortable choice.
Title: Nude, Bursting, Drenched, and Afraid
Comments: This is my first time involving weather.
Characters:
1. Constance Corianders-Smith
2. Gayle Newhardt
Plot: It was hot and humid, and yet a wash with turquoise and the absence of cloud cover. The weather suitable for boating, swimming, beach-going, etc., And it was certainly a beautiful day for our main protagonist Constance Corianders-Smith. She was a successful and sexy 45-year old real estate agent, the best in her area. She currently resided in her luxury home surrounded by the wilderness, some trees and open space. It was nearby a cliff top over looking the ocean.
It was a two story house with a large living room. Her home had a garage for her two cars; her work vehicle provided by her company, and her personal Rolls Royce. There were two large bathrooms and a roomy kitchen, two upstairs bedrooms, an attic, a cellar, and a balcony. It was a Saturday and forecasted to be a beautiful cloudless day and night. The jet stream was said to be right up north of the setting of this story. That meant the forecasted storm was blowing by far north from here.
Every summer, Constance took the time to relax for herself in the warm summer weather. She enjoyes boating, swimming, and most of all nude sunbathing on her balcony. Since her balcony was opposite the driveway, she knew no one would know she was all-natural. Except for her house keeper whom she trusted since she entered the industry. That being Gayle Newhardt. Gayle was a foreigner legally in America and her skill was in house keeping.
She was trustworthy and responsible, and that was something Constance looked for. During the interview, Constance knew right away they would hit it off as client and employee. Gayle found work immediately which she was relieved. Plus, after a few months they became good friends and over the years, bffs. They could talk about anything. And Gayle thought it normal for her client to sunbath nude. After all, she came from a country where that was normal.
Today was as usual. 7 am meant rising and shining for morning exercise with coffee. Then, a good shower followed by a healthy breakfast with milk and orange juice in onky her robe. Two hours later Gayle showed up for her the usual. She dusted, cleaned, and arranged the laundry. While Constance did believe in maintenance, she didn't want to do too much as she didn't want to take away from what Gayle did.
Constance finished reading her novel on female self discovery, love, romance, and sex (non-pornographic type, no porn star stuff). She wasn't into porn and playboy garbage. By 10:30 am, Constance began looking into real estate news and stay up to date for the next week. It also meant doing some additional research for a few clients. She always came prepared for work.
By 11 am, she began putting sun tan lotion on herself. She wanted to be ready for her date with the sun. And that meant being ready for all those uv rays. It started to get a little windy but that said to be expected. What she couldn't reach Gayle was trusted with. Though Constance wad the client, yet Gayle saw a thing of beauty when viewing her sexy client without her robe for putting sun tan lotion. It was tempting but Gayle was more professional to give in.
By 11:30 am, she began making her lunch. It usually consisted of home-cooked shrimp and chicken salad with fish. She always drank fruit punch with her meal and made a lot of it. The whole point is to enjoy not just pleasures of the taste buds but to enjoy a good nap for her sunbathing in peace. And afterwards, she felt well rested plus well soaked in vitamin c.
She cooked this meal herself instead of Gayle. It normally took an hour which wasn't trouble at all. And by the time it was ready to eat, Constance didn't waste a moment. Gayle also took the time to eat her salad too. She was a vegetarian. After about 30 minutes, Constance finished her meal, put the dishes in the sink, and went upstairs.
She was full as usual from all the food and the fruit punch. She always ate and drank a lot to be full and sluggish for her nap. It would be a trouble at first, but she would fall asleep. Later when she would awake, she would lay there before it hit her. Her bladder would need relief and the desperation would hit her. She was getting older and it would start to affect at some point.
But for now, it was time to sleep. Gayle knew the drill. She continued her work, and from time to time, admire her client. Constance knew and wouldn't mind when it was Gayle and Gayle alone. Constance has full faith in Gayle not to steal or do anything unholy. At first, Constance disrobed completely being only in her sexy, shiny skin, well-lotioned skin.
She was vulnerable for her date above shining brightly. It was becoming cloudy with puffy white harmless clouds. Constance figured these were just natural outer bands or regular summer clouds. They were sparse and fast moving so what was the issue. Even Gayke figured everything was fine. Gayle continued her house keeping and by around 2 pm, she checked the refrigerator. It was time to buy the usual groceries.
So as per usual, she left a note stating she was out at the super market. She got to her car and drove off. She did make sure the gates were securely locked and the front door also locked. Gayle also put Constance's cell phone on the night stand near the entrance to the balcony. And she did leave the balcony door open. Everything seemed to be going well. Constance was showered with the radiance of the sun.
She was a sight to behold but only for herself and Gayle. Her skin glistened as sweat began to accumulate. In addition, vitamin c was being absorbed by her beautiful and healthy mid-40 skin. Constance did turn onto her belly at times, but usually she was on her back. No clothes, no panties, no thong, no brazier, no bathing suit, and no foot wear. She was completely naked.
Sometimes, she wondered if Gayle (age 32 years old and also gorgeous) would make a move on her. But they both knew as long as she was the employee and herself as the client, nothing would happen. And besides, Gayle was paid very well by the agency thanks to Constance.
Constance enjoyed this so much she didn't care if she had a small accident on her beach chair. Once she was asleep, that's it. The wind began to pick up slightly and steadily but nothing serious. Right? More clouds rolled in, covering more of the awe-inspiring turquoise sky. But it was still a blue sky regardless. Gayle enjoyed driving to and from Constance's house for it was peaceful and quiet.
The weather man spoke over the radio stating the jet stream had come down south a little. But only a mile. Gayle still felt everything was fine. The storm shouldn't cause much of a raucous. Fast forward to 4:30 pm ...................... Constance still lay in her beach chair and finally waking up. "Hmmmmm ... mm-mm-mmm ..." She moaned.
She still lay there sleepy and groggy. Her stomach and intestines finally processing what's left. It was another 20 minutes before she began opening her eyes (4:50pm). The darkness that allowed her to day dream in the confines of her mind gave way to the light of the outside world. After a few movements of her eyelids, she finally opened them.
The light that penetrated her eyes, bright at first, dimmed a gray green color, then a charcoal color. She was confused by this lack of vibrant scenery. "What's this? Where is the blue and yellow summer sky?" Constance wondered. After a couple of seconds, her vision came to focus. Her eyes and mind finally took in the world, and it wasn't expected.
It appeared dark with storm clouds hanging low and winds blowing through the trees with an ominous warning of what was to come. Birds chirped frantically and flew away. Animals burrowed underneath, and the weather vane moved cacaphonously. The wind chimes rattled erratically too.
Constance couldn't believe what she saw. "It was supposed to be a beautiful day today. What's this about?" She sat up brining her knees closer to her. She looked all around her and stared up the sky. She began to hear some rumbling in the sky which made her quiet and stiff. Motionless with fear was she. What was this growling of the night sky?
Perhaps it was a plane. Planes do light up the sky with the sounds of their engines and piercing the medium of thr air. Suddenly, a loud boom could be heard which startled Constance. Perhaps it was a sonic boom from a jet. But then ........ she saw what it was. An ominous tentacle of light arked between two points in the clouds.
Her eyes widened with fear and realization. She knew what this meant. The summer sky gave way from peace and tranquility to chaos, anger, and no mercy. It was the aforementioned thunder storm to the north. It was more south than predicted. She got up and ran for her bedroom. But alas .....
Constance saw only the brown wall of her bedroom door. She ran to open it by turning the knob. But it only moved a millimeter in both direction, never fully turning either way. Again, she frantically turned and jostled the knob. No avail. Another boom sounded off closer and louder than before, the sky lit up more bright than before. But the light show only brought more warning and danger.
Suddenly, she bent forward keeping her legs close together. Her hands immediately went between her legs covering her crotch. She winced as her desperation hit her like a ton of bricks. She had to urinate as per usual and now. All that fluid and food plus her breakfast and coffees came to bite her. One coffee came from 7 am while the other two came from reading her novel.
Most people would feel it soon but she could wait some hours, and especially since she was older now. For some reason coffee didn't move as quickly as before. Back to the situation. She winced and whimpered fighting off a wave of desperation that plagued her urethra exit. All her pent up urine wanted out. She began banging on the door calling for Gayle to open it.
"Open up Gayle .... come on open the door!". No response came from within. Bewildered and scared, she banged on the door and called for Gayle again. And again no response. Again, Constance stiffened her body fighting off another wave of desperation. She banged on the door and called out to her house keeper in a strained voice. Again, no one answered.
"What the crud? Where is she? Did she fall and hit her head or is she just not listening on purpose?". Constance couldn't understand what was happening and why. It seemed all of a sudden, the universe was upset with her and brought her to an alternate dimension for punishment over something.
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I will post more tomorrow and right where the story left off. Good night everyone!
Edited May 31, 2022 by Uroguy
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Constance kept banging on the door and calling out to Gayle. But her voice was more strained due to fighting her urge to empty her bladder. She was already wet from the rain and didn't want to sully herself or her balcony with her liquid waste. She kept her one hand in her crotch while the other pressed against her immovable door.
Constance jumped as yet another loud boom permeated the atmosphere. It shook the whole house and the ground, and Constance could feel it beneath her feet. "Damn it where is my house keeper? I'm gonna kill her when she gets back. OPEN UP GAYLE OPEN-......... oh gawd I have (gasp) .......". Another small drop escaped her. She was in serious danger of wetting herself.
Again she pounded on the balcony door, calling in her strained voice. But it was still no use. Gayle wasn't in the house or didn't care to listen. Now the weather became even more violent as now several loud deafening booms and multiple flashes of light violently burst into existence. Some so loud it seemed this monstrosity was preparing for its direct assault upon her.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" she screamed incessantly. She banged on the door, then stopped. The violence above continued. She kept one leg wrapped around the other, shivering with cold water drenching her as well as her stiff demeanor trying not to urinate.
Screaming in a strained voice, and now silently from fear of being so vulnerable and surrounded by this storm as well as being unable to properly breath from holding in her abdomen. She winced as she strained her urethra muscles to keep shut. The winds blew by so strong, at one point she lost her footing. She spurted another two drops, which seemed through her fingers and fell to the ground.
Maybe her balcony floor was dampened with her urine or fell off the sides with the rain water. She was in serious danger of wetting herself. Again she screamed as a bolt of lightning struck her plastic chair. Luckily, the legs of the chair were rubber. But next time she might not be so lucky. She swayed her legs side to side, while rubbing her thighs with her left hand. This hand hadn't been in her crotch.
The rain kept assaulting her sexy nude body, drenching it and preparing it for what possibly might be the strike of her life. She pounded on her balcony door and began to crouch down as she could no longer hold it. Constance was scared and alone, and began crying in fear as she prepared for death. At last her need to urinate became so strong from all the pent up liquids, and the fear adding to her flight response, she had to let it go.
Another really loud boom and light strike that struck the side of her house near the balcony frightened her even more. That was the last straw. She flinched backwards back into the door behind her. Her legs were far apart and her crotch close enough to the ground. Her hands were pulled away from each other and touched the door behind her. In this flinching action, she accidentally began urinating on her balcony.
She could feel herself unleashing her torrential downpour onto her balcony floor. She tried to stop it, but she was gasping for air, suffering from a mini 1-second heart jump sensation. Despite slowing it to a small tiny stream leaving her exit hole, it was all too much and she just couldn't hold it anymore. Seeing no pottery or bowl, she just let it loose. She began urinating and relaxing her urethra muslces completely. For a whole 60 seconds she urinated without end.
She gasped for air and terrified for her life. She pleaded for mercy in her mind that the storm doesn't claim her life. "Whatever I have done I'm sorry for it. I won't do it again." She thought. Next thing she felt was herself almost falling backwards. By this point, her stream was a trickle and her buttocks were dripping with urine. No longer was her crotch and buttock areas nearby seeing streams falling off then to the balcony floor.
She yelped as she almost fell backwards. Luckily, her urine went with the current of the tain water off her balcony. But the bottoms of her feet might have been sullied. Constance turned around to see Gayle who pulled her inside. Gayke shut the door and brought a towel to her client. Constance was shocked, then appalled to see her house keeper. She stood up, and with this angry, wide eyed look on her face approached her house keeper.
"Where the HELL have you been?". Gayle was taken aback by the question. "Excuse-" "Don't give me that attitude. You know damn well what I asked you. Where were you?" Constance exclaimed and with authority. Gayle replied "I was at the grocery store-" " This whole time?that was more than 3 hours ago. And on top of that you shut the door to my balcony and bedroom? Who gave you the right, and lock me out too. I can't believe you. I almost got electrocuted. I'm soaking wet and I just pissed myself outside and probably still dripping with piss. I couldn't leave that hell hole outside because someone shut that door (pointing to her door to the balcony) and it sure as he'll wasn't me. I was asleep. If I'm not mistaken I don't sleep walk GAYLE!".
Gayle was surprised by this. She had no idea how to explain how the door could have been shut. "That's it. You're done here. I thought I could trust you but clearly I can't. You nearly got me killed" "Wait. I never closed your door. Check the cameras. They will show you. And I wasn't lying about being at the grocery store. There were long lines at the register and self checkout. Plus there was an accident at the intersection that leads to your home. I wasn't allowed to leave until police gave the okay" but she was cut short.
"You expect me to believe these vile excuses?" "They aren't excuses! Check your cameras!" Constance was furious and went over to her laptop to check them. After a few minutes, she was able to access the footage and saw the whole thing for today's video camera, and especially the one nearby the balcony. In the end, while she did see when Gayle left and came back, she had to then check the balcony to see what happened. It showed Gayle wad telling the truth. The winds picked up and shut door. It jammed the lock and kept it closed.
Constance was now awash with regret and remorse for accusing her most trusted house keeper of almost letting her die. Her lips shook as she was angry and didn't want to let go of it from calling out but not receiving any answer nor did she want to be angry for something Gayle couldn't be responsible for. She began to cry and fell to her knees. Gayle came over and knelt beside her client. She put her arm around Constance and they sat there all while the storm kept raging on.
Later on, Constance took a shower as Gayle cleaned up the floors just in case. Constance mentioned she urinated outside and thought may be her feet weren't clean, and possibly dripping from her crotch. Afterwards, Constance allowed Gayle to stay the night while she dressed in only her robe. She apologized to Gayle and promised to not ever make such horrible accusations, and not to fire her. Constance chose to make a plan to sunbath only when Gayle was around.
Constance cleaned her bath tub, the door to her balcony. And the balcony grounds and below the next day. Gayle willingly helped. It was much nicer that next day. No storms period. Although she didn't sunbath. But she did get to swim in her indoor pool. Gayle was offered but she kept it professional.
Edited May 31, 2022 by Uroguy
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I'm posting this first story of what will hopefully be a number to follow! I'll add general tags and warnings to the front of each fic, and if you like what you see, feel free to leave a request or contact me about commissions!
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Rainbow Dash was almost thankful the train car was empty save for Twilight, but couldn't really be grateful for anything she was enduring. She'd have already died of embarrassment if anypony else could have seen her sorry state. But with her struggling to keep her bladder in check like a little filly, it was already too humiliating for her to bear, even without an audience…
Legs crossed in a vice, the muscular mare kept one hoof shamefully buried between her thighs at all times to maintain pressure on her marehood. It was all she could do to keep the flood from gushing over her seat and cascading to the floor. Trying not to jostle her bulging bladder, she angled her head to gaze out the window and look down the tracks, almost weeping when she caught sight of the station in the distance. It was nothing more than a flimsy building and a few trees in the middle of nowhere, but it had to have a bathroom. All she had to do was hold it a little longer, then the nightmare would be over, and she trusted her friend not to ever speak of it again. Nopony would know how close she came to an accident.
"Just seven more minutes, Rainbow Dash." Twilight encouraged from the seat opposite hers, her expression one of gentle reassurance. Not daring to meet her friend's gaze, Rainbow tried not to whine at the misguided encouragement, now keenly aware of every second ticking by thanks to the introduction of a countdown. The very beating of her heart was like a badgering drum against her bladder, the rhythmic spasms making her legs twitch every time the pain rocked her floodgates. A weaker pony would have been quaking in their own puddle by now, especially with the repetitive pain making it so tempting to let go. Granted, she was still far from in the clear, and a lot could happen in a few minutes…
Ka-THUNK!
A bump on the track jostled her floodgates like an earthquake and tested her theory all at once. Even with the strength of a Wonderbolt, she felt a burst of warmth rush over her underhoof and spread through her folds. Icy dread pitched through her stomach, and with a panicked shift of her legs to regain control she felt a second hot spurt sprinkle between her thighs. Praying Twilight hadn't noticed, she clamped down with her wet hoof harder than ever, pressing so tightly on her marehood it burned. Any amount of pain was worth bearing if it meant she didn't pee herself, especially after all she'd done to hold it these past few hours! Folded legs trembled like leaves in the wind as she grit her teeth.
Chest heaving as she teetered on another leak, Rainbow Dash looked again to the window. Between tears and the fog of her breath it took a terrifying moment for her to locate the building she'd seen in the distance. By a miracle she didn't care to question, the station was now moments away down the track, and an outhouse was clearly visible at its side. She merely needed to fly a few measly feet once they came to their stop and she'd be free.
Twilight jumped to her hooves just as the train started to slow down, fully aware of the severity of the situation and how not a moment could be wasted. Equally cognizant of how easily she could fail at the finish line, Rainbow Dash took a few precious moments to carefully unfurl her wings and alight, the momentum of the car coming to a halt sending her bladder sloshing most painfully and slowing her down considerably. By the time she was airborne there were tears blurring her vision, which was to say nothing of the blush rising across her cheeks. She didn't need anypony to tell her she looked ridiculous flapping along with her hoof buried between her crossed legs. Judging by the draft over her rump, she also had a not insignificant bit of damage from her leaks… A quick turn of her head revealed a few shameful droplets across the chair she was leaving behind.
Ever the faithful friend, Twilight accessed her magic and opened the door to the car the instant they were stopped, bypassing the controls in a desperate bid for the sake of her friend. "I've got the door, hurry across to the-!"
Rainbow didn't let her finish, too far gone to offer gratitude or to care about how cool she looked zipping out of the train with her hooves clamped between her legs. Aiming for the outhouse, she flew faster than she should have at such a short distance, so desperate for relief she didn't care about safety. It was all coming down to the wire. Every beat of her wings sent a burst of pressure down her belly she didn't have the strength to overcome, resulting in a series of spurts she was powerless to stop, save by pressing her tail against her labia and sacrificing her rainbow hair. Warm piss squirting in her wake, she prayed her tail wouldn't be too soaked by the time she pried it back from her marehood…
She was so seduced by the prospect of relief that she failed to notice the sign hanging on the outhouse until she was flaring her wings in a panic and braking to a halt.
Every word hit her like a kick to the bladder.
Out of Order
The sign hung low and dusty and unkempt, giving no hope of a last minute janitor to the rescue.
"Oh come on…" she wheezed in defeat, a hot dribble gushing past her hoof and tickling down her leg to patter on the wood below. Of course, the one outhouse for miles, and it was broken. She wasn't going to make it. Crushing humiliation almost knocked her to the ground, her blush spreading from her muzzle to the tips of her ears in a crimson rush of heat. It was all for nothing; she was at her limit, barely able to fly, and there wasn't a bathroom in sight…
Twilight gasped in horrified sympathy for her friend as she hovered before the broken bathroom, but wasted no time before looking for a solution, refusing to accept defeat even as Dash tinkled onto the platform with increasing force and volume. Spinning on the spot, she searched every corner of the unoccupied station for a last minute substitute to an outhouse.
Sweat dripping over her brow as piss dribbled down her thighs, Rainbow Dash shook with a sob, helpless to her impending accident. Not even the grip of her hoof was enough to keep it all in. A thin tinkle was coming out without interruption, and by the time she realized she couldn't stop she had already let out too much, the fur about her folds growing soaked with her unstoppable leaks… Tears burned the corners of her eyes as she squeezed them tightly shut. "I can't… I-I'm gonna…"
Reasoning that any waterproof container was better than none, Twilight pointed to the only one in sight, shouting to get her friend's attention. At this point, the best they could hope for was to salvage the situation. "Dash, use the trash can!"
Snapping her eyes open and twisting her head around, the leaking Wonderbolt felt her stomach lurch in humiliation at the sight before her; Twilight pointing frantically, the lone dusty bin, and her out of time... It was bad enough she was this desperate to begin with, but was she truly so out of options she'd plant herself on a trashcan?
The most painful spasm yet from her bladder answered the question for her; yes, she would, and she'd do so posthaste!
Trying not to cry in front of her friend, Rainbow furrowed her brows and turned her whole body, struggling not to keen at the pain of every wingbeat. Hooves dripping and legs criss crossed with piss, the mare lurched forward and didn't let another spurt stop her progress, the trashcan now beckoning her with the consolation prize of relief from her nightmare. By now the agony was ever present and overwhelming, her bladder spasming and her marehood throbbing, and the last few moments of enduring her torment stretched out to mirror eternity. It was almost impossible to think, let alone to fly across the tiny platform that stretched on forever, with her body fixating on nothing but obtaining relief. Sweet Celestia, she was like an overfilled water balloon… It didn't seem much of a stretch to say she was going to burst and flood the train station. Heat filled every inch of her as she closed in on her target and the long awaited release finally became a reality.
Barely able to think, the mare relied on instinct to help her move into position, her hooves leaving her crotch to grab hold of the can. Exposure to the cool air immediately let a thin dribble of piss escape without obstacle, but she let it happen, setting her jaw as tiny streamlets danced down her thighs and over her legs. Prying away her tail also encouraged her strengthening release, the soaked rainbow hairs moving aside to allow a constant series of spurts to rain on the wood in her wake. It couldn't have been more obvious that she was about to burst.
Taking deep breaths, the mare reached out with a single hoof and secured it atop the trash can, preparing to seal her rump over the admittedly perfectly sized hole-
Then, it happened, quite without warning and well before she was in position. Her body hit its limit, just as she raised her leg up to mount her impromptu toilet, and with Twilight at the perfect vantage point to catch everything.
She was unprepared when the call of nature overpowered her defenses in a single motion, and had only a rush of heat through her bladder to warn her before her floodgates crashed down in a single stroke. Endorphins rushed through her veins as wet heat flooded her mound, her pupils contracting to mere pinpricks. Reflexively, her tail flipped completely up and out of the way, making room for her surging stream just as it burst through. Hot piss cascaded to the ground without obstacle, and her legs only spread to grant it passage, the flow hissing loudly and proudly before pattering against the dusty wood below. Crying out in humiliation, Rainbow Dash nearly dropped out of the sky as she battled herself for control, wings flapping desperately out of sync as she clung to the rim of the can for stability. The turbulent flight merely sent her stream wobbling as it rained into the growing puddle below, the surging flood coming out in an occasional spray as her strong muscles clamped helplessly to try and stop the flow.
Just out of range, Twilight startled at the dramatic burst of piss, her eyes going wide as the Pegasus began raining down on the platform. She'd never seen a pony have an accident, and never would have anticipated it happening to a mare like Rainbow Dash, but here they were. Unable to stop peeing, the always tough Rainbow Dash cried out in humiliation, tears streaming down her cheeks as her face lit up with crimson shame. She was having an accident, like a little foal! The wood was submerged by a lake of urine that streamed down through the slats just a tad slower than she added to it, allowing the edges to expand out as the puddle bubbled beneath her shower.
Rainbow sobbed as she continued to humiliate herself, unable to stop when there was still so much that needed to come out. Worse than the fact she was peeing herself, it felt incredible, even with how she squirmed in resistance sending a massive amount of her stream surging down her legs… Fresh tears rushed down her cheeks as she felt the warm urine soaking into her fur, but there was no stopping her jaw from slacking as the bliss of relief started to tingle in her marehood. Humiliation didn't prevent this from feeling like heaven.
Getting a very personal show, the Princess of Friendship found herself enraptured, her capacity for planning under pressure working only on autopilot. Summoning the gentlest of her spells, she grabbed Rainbow Dash in a levitational hold, lifting the peeing pony as she continued to relieve herself. Something within her pulsed most delightfully when she took control of the situation. Though the rainbow haired mare gasped and snapped her eyes open when she was lifted, she didn't protest when she quickly deduced what was happening.
Fresh mortification bloomed in her gut as she was maneuvered over the trash can like a helpless doll, her stream still surging and splashing over the rim of the can before Twilight managed to get her lined up properly. As gently as one would handle a statue of glass, the Princess set her friend down atop the can, unconsciously keeping a hold on her even as she stopped supporting her weight. Rainbow Dash closed her eyes as she was settled over the hole, her release speeding up reflexively now that there was a container to catch the mess. Sighing shakily, she stopped trying to hold it in and took advantage of the modicum of privacy the can offered. Dripping from the haunches back, she pushed down on her shrinking bladder as she entered the latter half of her release, whimpering at the realization she'd gotten more on the ground than in a container.
Regaining some of her composure, Twilight made a point to look away and give Rainbow what privacy she could. Granted, averting her eyes didn't stop her from hearing the ongoing release, or feeling all the things it triggered inside of her… Though the sound was muffled by the bin, the Rainbow Dash was still pissing an absolute waterfall into the empty trashcan, and the hiss of her release bordered on impressive as it cascaded down into the growing pool at the bottom. Her friend had really held it in for her…
"Ahhh…"
Rainbow let out a tiny sigh as she savored a bit of her relief. The bulge of her bladder was now almost flat on her front, and the pressure she'd been suffering under was finally fading away. Though she could have probably stopped her stream with only a third of her burden remaining, she decided to finish, clenching down to speed up her lagging stream. Securing another bathroom would have been far too much trouble.
They sat in silence, save for the weakening waterfall echoing through the bin, which told them both Rainbow was winding up. Her stream fluctuated and lagged even as she pushed down, thinning further as the ocean of piss was reduced to nothing more than a tinkle. Closing her eyes, the athletic mare listened as the last drops fell into the puddle below. A lingering sob made her sniffle.
"I'm… I'm all done." she croaked, voice even raspier after all she'd endured. In the middle of a very impressive amount of piss, she wasn't sure she'd ever felt smaller. Recognizing her friend's plight moved her to action, but Twilight couldn't stop herself from noting every little detail along the way.
"It's okay…" she soothed, gathering every trace of wetness she could find and teleporting it into the bin. Though the hot sun would dry up everything in less than an hour, she figured they would be better off keeping things out of sight. At least they hadn't been interrupted, and the entire area was still free of witnesses. When the platform was as dry as they'd found it, she tried to approach her friend, ignoring how her heart hammered at the memories so fresh in her mind.
"N-no it's not…" Rainbow sniffled, eyes shut as she remained parked over the can. Soaked from the haunches back in her own piss, the mare felt like less of a Wonderbolt than ever before. Trying not to cry fresh tears, she hid her eyes behind the dryer of her two hooves. "I had an accident."
Unable to stand seeing her friend so upset, the Princess of Friendship rushed in, standing on her hind legs and laying her front against the bin.
"You wouldn't have if the outhouse had been working!" she pointed out, plucking the mare off the bin. Her normal shade of blue was notably darker where she'd soiled herself, which was unfortunately most of her lower body, with the worst of it being the sopping fur around her mound. Eyes lingering on the soft folds, she carefully stripped the wetness away and transported it into the bin. Rainbow didn't protest the instantaneous drying. Biting her lip in thought, Twilight carefully set down her uncharacteristically quiet friend before offering another reassurance. "Or if… you hadn't come here to accompany me-"
"You didn't make me come." Rainbow retorted quickly, standing on quaking legs to face the mare that had done so much for her. Still unable to look her in the eye, she mumbled an additional reply as she shifted the weight in her back hooves, not wanting to get distracted by how much better she felt. "It's not your fault…"
"Then it's not yours, either." Twilight assured pointedly, refusing to accept any argument to the contrary. Rainbow Dash didn't want to let on how grateful she truly was, lest she cry again, so she merely nodded. Somehow, someday, she'd repay her friend for this kindness.
She just didn't have the smallest clue as to how. |
I've got another one, this time about a royal horse and a ball with too many lines, and you the reader are her guard who has to help her try and get to a bathroom in time! I hope you all enjoy! You can commission me if you like this, and if nothing else, please let me know how I can improve!
For all of her natural authority, regal command, and effortless grace, Princess Luna had precious little ability to hide what bothered her, no matter how embarrassing the issue at hoof was. That didn't stop her from trying to hide things, mind you. The Princess of the Night was famously secretive and proud.
You knew all that well, as one of her most trusted guards, but you were clinging to some hope that her subjects were too dazzled by her royalty to notice anything amiss…
Because it was very obvious to you that her majesty needed to pee.
Atop the dais that held their thrones and beheld from a distance, Princess Luna appeared to only be rocking her hips from side to side in simple appreciation for the steady music. Close as you were, you could see the unfortunate truth. The base of her tail was clamped firmly in place over her marehood, likely to help her keep the floodgates sealed in the middle of a crowded castle, and her haunches were tense as a board. Then there was the sweat starting to shimmer on her coat, the way her rump clenched and her legs crossed and uncrossed, and the expression of increasing discomfort and concern on her face. Faint sounds of considerable urgency slipped from her muzzle every time she had enough space between herself and her subjects.
You were in crisis mode yourself, because as her guard for the evening, surely you had to do something?!
A constantly watching crowd made you hesitant to act. Luna was doing an excellent job appearing chipper when ponies approached her, though for the first time ever you were grateful she was receiving much less fanfare than Celestia. The more popular princess was attracting most of the crowd, and in the process, unknowingly leaving her sister some precious moments of freedom to catch her breath. Quite literally; you noticed Luna was starting to become winded, her sides expanding for deep gulps of air as she began to feel the exertion of her efforts. That was to say nothing of the bulge on her middle, where a balloon sized swell was making the fullness of her bladder known to the outside world. The Princess was running out of time.
Thankfully, she was smart enough to know that. Cyan eyes turned to you damp with tears of panic, a painful admission of need in their depths, and you hurried to her side without delay.
"Your majesty, are you alright?" you whispered in a hurry, almost tripping over yourself to help. There was no delicate way to say it, but time was obviously running out and the two of you needed to do something quickly to avoid… an unfathomable diplomatic tragedy. Still, you tried to be tactful with your words.
A small cough disguised your next question. "Do we need to… leave?"
—///—
Luna felt her knees threaten to give as a fresh wave of humiliation crashed over her, your awareness of her emergency making things all the worse. It was bad enough that she was in this situation, but for it to be so obvious that you knew she was in such ridiculously dire need of a toilet… You were the last pony she ever would want to see her in such a state. However, her most loyal and trusted of guards, she also had to take some comfort in the fact it was you who was standing beside her at this precarious moment. With you she had a fighting chance.
"Yes!" she hissed through clenched teeth, a single tear dropping down her cheek as her bladder trembled through a spasm. Thankfully her billowing mane shielded her expression from the crowd, preventing anypony from catching her small breakdown, but she knew such luck couldn't be counted on for long. A winding line was still inching up the stairs to see the Royal Sisters, and there was a massive party stretching through the palace… There were many variables that made this all too delicate of a situation to linger in.
"I will get us out of here." you vowed, touching her with your loyalty. This was going to be well rewarded, she was sure of that, but she hadn't a clue how to adequately reward such selflessness. A kingdom or two of your own, perhaps? Another burst of agony through her embattled marehood kept such thoughts of secondary importance at the moment, her urethra throbbing after enduring such pressure for so long. Every inch of her mound felt hot, and with the growing amount of sweat on her coat she could no longer determine if the wet heat was a sign her floodgates were failing… Merciful Midnight, why hadn't she forced a moment for a bathroom break before she was on the verge of peeing herself?
"Princess Luna, I've just received a message; your presence is required for a quick matter regarding the… refreshments!"
Your voice cut through her fog just sharply enough to give her a little startle, but she recovered quickly once she recognized a way out of her torment. Standing straight even though it pained her straining bladder, she forced a smile and nodded, bidding a quick "I'll be back" to her sister in the form of a nod.
"Of course! Please, excuse me!" she announced, hoping the struggle in her voice might be mistaken for an effort to be heard over the crowd. Breathing deeply, the Royal mare followed you off the back entrance to the dais and down a concealed flight of stairs, clenching her teeth at every painful step. Each bounce jostled her bladder like a great water balloon, sending it sloshing inside of her with enough force to make her urethra ache at the fresh struggle to hold it all in. Ice filled her veins as something warm dribbled down the contours of her inner thigh when her back hoof touched the floor. Running on the assumption it was sweat, she clamped down her tail even harder.
—///—
"W-where is the nearest… b-b-bathroom!" Princess Luna gasped out as soon as the two of you slipped behind a pair of curtains, taking advantage of the privacy to cross her legs like a vice and bounce on the spot to try and relieve some of the tension. Delicate horseshoes tapped out a rapid melody on the tile as she hopped her weight to each hoof. Seeing the Princess shift into a desperate potty dance nearly tied your tongue, but urgency helped you find your voice. You had enough crisis training to know not a second could be wasted gaping or gawking.
"There is one used by the staff just past the dining area. So long as it's not the shift change, we don't have to worry about witnesses!" you explained, pointing down an access hallway that was roped off from guests. It would attract little attention to duck through such an exit, and it was the fastest way out of the main ballroom, allowing you to save the Princess from as much humiliation as possible.
"Lead the way, posthaste!" she commanded, sounding more pleading than authoritative. Your breath caught at her tone, something within you jumping to attention at the sights and sounds of a Princess desperate to pee. Not daring to indulge such things, you quickly shut it down and pretended you were nothing but focused and confident for the task at hoof. Holding your head high, you guided Luna out into the open. Thankfully, ponies didn't hesitate to clear the way for royalty led by a guard. Most would assume your quest was for something important and not of their concern, and plenty were too busy socializing to care at all.
In the brief calm, your dedication was challenged by another burst of… fascination, and your eyes shifted backwards to absorb everything happening behind you. Princess Luna had her head held high, but she was starting to flounder in her presentation. By now the sweat dripping down her coat was readily apparent in her dark fur, shimmering in the light with every slow step she took across the tile. A fine tremor ran through her muscles from nerves and exertion. The worst was in her knees, which wobbled so considerably you feared she might trip on any given step. That would be a disaster of the most tragic magnitude… You couldn't even imagine a Princess tripping before such a crowd, only to soil herself, the flood gushing out over the expensive tile-
Stop it! You demanded of yourself, blushing as your heart hammered against your breastplate and the image left your body tingling. Why was this situation bringing out these feelings and thoughts that you had never experienced before? You were loyal to the Princess, no matter what, and no part of you found any pleasure in this predicament for her. You were just fulfilling a mission!
A tiny whimper tested your mettle and found it wanting. Lips pressed tightly into a line, Luna audibly gasped as the two of you all but stumbled into the hallway, the loss of an audience smashing her fake calm. Despite the mere minutes that had passed since she'd first admitted her need, she was already in far more dire straits, her rump visibly flexing as she tried to add more pressure on the outside. Without any eyes on her, she became openly urgent, shamelessly bouncing her rump from side to side. Her hindlimbs rubbed together as she briefly leaned on a wall for support and caught her breath with a few panicked huffs.
"We m-must move quickly!" she pleaded when she could talk again, sending a bolt of lighting straight back to the meeting point of your own hind legs. It was now impossible for you to ignore whatever was awakening within you, but that didn't mean it had to be your focus. For her, you would give it your all.
"Of course, Princess!"
—///—
Princess Luna was just attempting not to cry as she followed you down the narrow but blissfully empty hallway, her eyes burning with tears of pain, shame, and utter mortification. Were it not for you, she doubted she'd have made it this far, and she certainly wouldn't have been in any state to search for a toilet. You were owed more already than she had the capacity to give.
A fresh eruption of heat and agony at her posterior nearly tore a most indignant yelp from her throat. Swallowing it down and scrunching up her muzzle with distaste, she didn't dare look at you as she followed a short distance behind, her shoes clacking against the stone with every forceful step. Each subsequent echo was like a taunting clock, ticking ever closer to the inevitable, mocking her with how little time she had left before she would no longer be in control…
Another tickle of wet heat down her thighs made her bite her lip fearfully, the underside of her tail sticking to her marehood with what she was no longer confident was merely sweat. Considering how much warmth was down there now, it was impossible to say if she was even still holding it in or had started to leak continuously.
"Here, your majesty, just ahead!" you hissed, encouraging her to run as you closed in on the end of the hallway. A saintly choir seemed to beckon her to the glow ahead, her hooves growing light at the prospect of all her torment coming to a blissful end… Not even a far more palpable trickle running down her leg spoiled her mood.
Taking the lead, you pointed ahead, and she began to plan on the best way to get her larger than average frame over a toilet designed for normal ponies. It would have to be quick, she doubted she would be able to hold it long enough to dally for anything, but it would be heaven. She nearly cried fresh tears of joy…
"Here, I-oh…"
The sound of your voice fading to hopeless silence brought her skidding to a halt, and just in time to see the line that was waiting outside of the bathroom. A row of guards, cooks, maids and other workers stood in a queue for the stall, likely just now getting the chance to go after the changing of shifts that she had just missed… They would all know exactly what was happening if her guard ordered them aside for the Princess.
Anguish didn't quite describe the weight of the emotion that nearly dropped Luna to the floor, but she hardly had time to linger in her grief. Scrambling back into the small amount of privacy provided by the hallway, she let go of dignity and threw her hooves beneath her as she flipped her tail aside, leaning against the wall as she pressed her fancy horseshoes into her marehood. Bulging bladder on clear display, she sobbed as she teetered on the edge of an accident, struggling not to pee then and there.
"Too many ponies! I won't make… we must find one without a line!" she begged, forcing herself to be okay with you beholding her in such a state so long as she found a toilet in time. Wide eyes found yours, and to no one's surprise you were frozen on the spot, your hooves rooted to the tile in absolute shock. Why wouldn't you be? She was Princess of the Night, responsible for raising the moon into the sky, and she was about to have an accident! Of course you were distraught!
Adrenaline flooded her veins as she lost control and squirted into her hoof, the piping hot piss spraying over the fine filigree and herself before pattering to the floor. Only her dark coat saved her from showing visible dampness, though she was already quite wet from the strain of her hold. Both of you pretended she hadn't leaked right there as she looked into your eyes for a last chance. The trembling in her knees was so great it shook her voice, which was hardly more than a whisper. "Please, please, please tell me you know one…"
Like a final bastion against her total humiliation, you came through with a solution, encouraging her to put all four hooves on the ground and keep going with a frantic point of your hoof.
"Over by the water features! There's a bathroom, and it's usually way less crowded. Let's hurry!"
—///—
You were fairly certain your heart was about to beat out of your chest, either due to the exercise of running at full speed or the exhilaration of everything going on, and you weren't certain which would be worse.
There were no longer just bursts of arousal distracting you from your duty, you felt like your whole body was on fire. Throbbing need between your legs gave off so much heat you had to be nervous it might be discovered. Only your armor was hiding your shame, and the gleaming metal did little to distract from the exuberance you didn't have time to hide. Hopefully the Princess was reading your wide eyes and rapid breaths as urgency for her sake, especially as the two of you raced down the hall together. To be fair, that wasn't entirely untrue. No amount of arousal could stop you from wanting what was best for the Princess.
That didn't make focusing easy, however. Luna made a sound of pain each and every time her hooves met the tile, sending rhythmic jolts of euphoria up your spine even as you looked at nothing but the path ahead. All you had to do was get her to the toilet, and the bathrooms up this way were rarely occupied, even during such large parties. Considering how this wing was absolutely bursting with fountains, indoor ponds and other water features, you weren't too surprised so few fancy ponies chose it as a gathering spot. Fine gowns and flowing water rarely mixed.
Then again, neither did flowing water and bursting bladders…
Shaking your head to clear the distractions, you skidded to a halt as your destination rapidly came up, the Princess nearly crashing into you from behind as she did the same. Metal shoes struggling to find purchase on the smooth stone, Luna nearly lost her footing and tripped just before she regained control and dug in her hooves. There was a thin squeak from the tile as she slid to a halt at your side.
In the half second before she slammed her rump to the ground and jammed a heel between her legs, you very clearly saw a thin spurt of pee escape her tight and sopping lips, the resulting tinkle forming a tiny puddle below her. Keening and shoving her front hooves between her thighs, the shaking mare looked to you in helpless need, so far into her desperation she couldn't think clearly. In the room beyond, a million gallons of water trickling and splashing and gushing over fancy fountains did nothing to aid her. Having not thought in depth about how her majesty might handle getting to the bathroom without losing control in such a state, you made an executive decision to carry her if her legs proved too weak. Even if she was a solid mare, you couldn't just let things fail after she'd come so far. Not when she was mere feet from relief!
Luna whimpered and whispered, her voice just clear enough for you to understand as she hung her head in shame and exhaustion. "W-where-?"
"Right over-!" you stopped just as you completed an about face, your heart crashing to the stones below as you beheld the one thing you hadn't been anticipating; a line.
Your words died pitifully on your lips. "...There."
Oblivious to the potential diplomatic disaster they were causing, a not too short queue of ponies waited patiently for the lonely little bathroom, which had just closed its door for the latest occupant. Even if you were able to come up with a convincing lie, there was no way to empty the bathroom without causing a scene, one that would take far too long to clear up. You had failed your Princess yet again.
"No!" Luna whined just loudly enough to be heard, a spurt of pee splashing none too quietly over the tile beneath her cheeks. It was too much to be denied twice, you could see that much in her expression of absolute hopelessness. Even with her legs crossed and her hooves squeezing her marehood like a vice, there was no way she could keep this up, and she seemed to think her time had come. A second tinkle against the stone echoed in the lonely hallway as she pleaded quietly, hooves quivering in near total exhaustion. "No… no…"
Refusing to give up, you offered your hoof to help her stand, knees wobbling despite your certainty in your mission. This couldn't end here. "Princess, please-"
Your offer wasn't even noticed. Her tightly shut eyes leaked tears freely, the absolute hopelessness she felt at her situation impossible to breach.
"Ohh! I'm… I can't! I'm going to pee!" Luna declared in humiliation, a deep red blush blooming across her entire muzzle at her own words. Hearing her say it out loud made you freeze in unexpected euphoria, but your loyalty stood the test well, refusing to accept defeat or give in completely to temptation. You remembered now; there was one last hope for your Princess.
"Not yet!" you declared, ignoring all protocol to scoop under her middle and help her rise to her hooves. A spurt of urine gushed out of her as soon as she was halfway up, but you pretended not to notice how close it came to splashing you, or how many tiny puddles were now scattered about. Pointing the way you'd come, you hoped she wouldn't be angry that you had forgotten about a helpful resource in your prior panic. "There's a private bathroom for the guards just up this hall! We can still make it!"
Instead of jumping to agree as expected, Luna remained quiet and closed her eyes again, lips pressed into a thin, trembling line as she processed the offer in a panicked rush. Thankfully there was no anger in her expression, but her desperation and near surrender gave you no comfort. For a split second you feared she was surrendering to desperation.
Snapping open her eyes without warning, she jumped to her hooves and nodded in a frenzy, willing to give it one final go. Still, her voice was almost choked with urgency. "Hurry! We must hurry!"
You had never run faster in your entire life, but she still managed to overtake you in a few strides, following your direction from just ahead. Considering how she was down to the wire, you found it logical for her to lead; seconds would make the difference between victory and defeat. Following just behind, your eyes slipped between her legs for a heartbeat, just in time for you to catch sight of her tail rising. A now continuous flow sprinkled over the hallway in her wake, her marehood clenching valiantly as it used the last of its failing strength to hold it in. Hopefully nopony would come through here until everything had a chance to dry…
Pssttt!
A far thicker gush of piss hissed loudly as it escaped her majesty, making her stumble and cry out as she tried to reseal the floodgates. It occurred to you then that she really might not make it, and that you had no idea what to do if she didn't. There was nothing in your training about princesses having accidents! Not wanting it to come to that, you did the only thing you could; encourage her to keep going and pray she could hold it.
"Just a little more, your Majesty!" you shouted, now just able to see the doorway that marked the private bathroom. It was within reach, right down the hall, she could do this! The two of you would be able to forget about it all-
Ppppsssssttttt!
Another burst of urine nearly splashed over your muzzle, silencing you on the spot. Though you didn't realize it consciously, you slid to a halt just when Luna did in front of you, the Royal mare losing control of all her legs at once. Front knees buckling and haunches going up, she trembled from overexertion as exhaustion caught her at last, her body losing the strength to fight right in front of you. Another hot spurt of piss surged out as the floodgates continued to fail, spattering across the tile in front of you. A few droplets splashed on your hooves.
Gulping, you took a few panicked steps back, unable to look away. Watching enraptured as a thin dribble of pee cascaded continuously down her legs, you realized it was over. The flow only thickened with each passing second, trickling audibly as more and more started raining down from her marehood. You were frozen for many reasons, one of them being shock and the rest being a kind of awe. You choked out a lame offer of aid, knowing in your heart it was futile and she was done. Even her legs were spreading wide in unwitting acceptance. "You-your majesty-?"
"I can't… I c-can't hold it anym-more!" Luna keened, tail flipping completely out of the way as another hot gush surged right to the floor. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as the floodgates came down right in front of you, her legs spreading and bending to help with the release she no longer had the power to stop. With a final cry of defeat, her wings went limp at her sides and she lost the battle with her bladder completely. "I'm sorry, I-I-I… I can't s-stop it! Ohhh-!"
—///—
Luna closed her eyes as her bladder emptied itself despite all of her protests, sending a waterfall of urine surging down between her spread and shaking back legs to splash on the tile below. A fiery blush filled her entire muzzle as the ridiculous sounds of her accident met her sensitive ears, from the loud hiss of her stream leaving her body to the cacophonous spatter of it hitting the cold tile, along with the faint rippling as it formed a puddle. She was helpless to do anything but submit, her shaking body refusing to heed her commands to try and run. Not even her incredible powers were enough to overcome the call of nature.
A helpless sound of disbelief broke her brief silence as her body pushed down against her will, keeping the surge of urine going strong despite all of her ongoing protests. At the edge of her vision the bathroom she'd failed to reach seemed to mock her, taunting her with the fact all her struggle had been for nothing, that a Princess couldn't make it to the toilet… She couldn't even move her legs to try and shield herself, there was too much gushing out of her, the flood of piss so loud it echoed down the hallways. A million emotions swam through her; despair, humiliation, disbelief…
But, and she was forced to accept she felt it at all, there was also relief.
In the deepest part of her being, there was no denying the rush of piss leaving her bursting bladder was like heaven, the burden that had so pained her finally fading into relaxation that soothed her tense limbs and throbbing marehood… It was impossible not to tilt her head back with a sigh as the first wave of relief washed over her, the endorphins relaxing her to help her go faster. Actually pushing of her own volition, she nearly let a smile grace her lips as her stream surged to a new peak. She could feel the warmth as errant rivulets raced down her legs, tickling her worn out muscles, rewarding her with so many wonderful sensations…
Then, just as she was getting almost comfortable, she remembered a most unfortunate fact; she wasn't alone.
A panicked glance over her shoulder brought everything back, and she whimpered in helpless humiliation as she beheld her audience just as her stream surged from another push.
There you were, her faithful guard, getting an eyeful of her peeing herself.
You looked shocked, your jaw hanging open and your eyes wide as you stood motionless behind her, your hooves just shy of her growing puddle. Whimpering again, she tried in vain to stop her ongoing accident, clenching her lips and wiggling her hips. The waterfall continued to fall with only minor interruptions in its impressive flow, her bladder refusing even a compromise. The juxtaposition between incredible pleasure and unfathomable humiliation left her thoroughly distraught.
"I can't s-stop!" she cried out, voice shaking as the conflicting feelings left her torn between keening and moaning. There was so much raw pleasure washing through her, from the relief of letting everything out to something she'd never experienced before… Yet, somehow the humiliation of peeing herself was far from the most important thing she was feeling. If anything, it was second to a mystery pleasure tingling through every part of her you were getting an eyeful of. It was with even greater shock that she realized what was causing it; having you as an audience felt good.
Feeling herself drop below half of her usual capacity, she gave up completely on stopping herself, not that she would have had much success. Overworked muscles gleefully let herself continue to urinate, the naughty delight coursing through her only making that better. In a fog of contradicting emotions, she wasn't quite able to do much beyond submit. Ample physical pleasure made that far easier than she would have liked.
—///—
"Ahhhh…"
A soft sigh from the Princess nearly did you in, not that you weren't already dealing with far too much to begin with. The puddle she was still adding to had now grown enough to force you back further, though no part of you wanted a more distant view. This was, to put it quite simply and bluntly and shamefully, the hottest thing you'd ever seen. Your desire not to feel that way did nothing to lessen your shame at your own enjoyment. It was bad enough that you could feel yourself throbbing under your armor, but you couldn't even look away! Trying not to make a sound revealing yourself, you bit your lip to keep deathly quiet.
Luna bore an expression of total relief as she emptied herself, her tail draped over her back in relaxation. When her stream briefly sagged from the dropping pressure she merely pushed again, going right back to full force and keeping her waterfall going strong. You could hear every pitter patter, and see the ripples spreading across the puddle's surface in the moonlight streaming down from a window…
Far too soon, her flow started to sag with greater frequency, the stream and it's accompanying hiss slowing down. Luna sighed again and continued finishing up, spread legs quivering as she finally closed in on full relief. There was no bulge on her front any longer, and she appeared to finally be relaxing from head to tail, the tremble fading from her limbs as she did so and began to sink to the tile. It was impossible to imagine how tortured she'd felt…
A splash against your hoof gave you a slightly better idea, at least, after you beheld the size of the lake lapping at your hooves. Even for a mare of her size, it was beyond impressive. You were sure she must have gone the entire day without a single bathroom break.
Realization dawned on her face as her stream stopped for the first time, though it quickly started up again as a weak dribble. In seconds it no longer had enough of an arc to even clear her lips, instead dribbling down her legs and splashing messily to the floor. Soft sounds passed over her lips as she visibly clenched to finish peeing, the rivulets leaving her legs and backside absolutely soaked. A slightly closer inspection revealed the faintest wisps of steam rising from her dripping fur. You watched every droplet as they fell in an increasingly slow procession.
Then, just like that, the Princess of the Night was finished.
There was silence like no other, the lack of a surging stream emphasizing that the two of you were indeed alone. In the absence of an active emergency you realized you had no clue what to do or say. Did she want help? Did she want you to leave? It was with no small measure of guilt you accepted a possible termination of your job, given that you had failed to get her to a bathroom in time…
"I… I am… finished." Luna said simply, not moving from her crumpled position amidst her ocean. Still quite wobbly, she shivered from a growing chill, her once steaming release turning cold quite quickly. She appeared to be just as lost as you were…
Not wanting to let her down further, you quickly pushed aside everything holding you back and moved to help. Stepping carefully around her puddle, you came to her front and offered your hoof. "Y-your majesty?" you said sheepishly, nearly losing your nerve at the lingering blush in her cheeks as she looked up at you. Gulping, you continued, wanting nothing more than to make things better at what had to be one of her worst moments. "We can still… clean you up… There are plenty of towels in the bathroom and it is rarely visited. Nopony will know."
She was silent for only a moment, sniffling as your words registered.
Nopony will know.
It was a promise to never tell, that your loyalty to her meant this little incident wouldn't exist beyond a stretch of hallway. Nodding quietly, she took your hoof, a different kind of relief apparent on her face. |
“Let’s go babe, we are going to be late” my 19 year old boyfriend Lucas says as I take a sip from my morning coffee and hold our 1 year old in the other hand. It was 8:00 in the morning and we had a 8 hour trip scheduled to the Grand Canyon.
My name is Annalise, I am 18 years old and about 5’3. Luke and I have been together for a while and ended up bringing our baby in the world. I strap little Ella in her car seat and check in her diaper bag that she has everything she needs, then hop in the front seat.
“Anna, you sure you want to drink that?” Luke eyes my coffee. He knows that after the baby, my bladder hasn’t been 100% back to normal. It’s been getting a lot better but too much coffee makes me have to pee pretty quickly.
“I’m fine. And besides… it’s only 1 cup” I say.
“Alright” he sighs then pulls off.
1 hours later*
I start to feel a little twinge as my bladder starts to fill up. It’s manageable but I should probably pull over to the rest stop in the next couple hours. I look back at Ella and smile. She has fallen asleep.
”Do you have to go now?” My boyfriend says. He looked annoyed.
”Why are you treating me like a child. I’m fine” I snap.
“I bet that you’ll have to soon. You’ll last 2 more hours at most” he challenges me. What’s his problem. I turn towards the window accepting the challenge.
2 hours later*
My bladder is about 60% full. I squeeze my legs together a little refusing to let Lucas see my growing desperation. I look back at him as he looks at me.
”Look, I’m sorry my love. I shouldn’t have talked to you as a child. I just get worried for you” he puts his hand on my upper thigh and squeezes it, causing my bladder to pulse slightly of the growing pressure. I bite my lip discretely.
”It’s ok, I understand” I look at the gas gauge and see we will have to stop soon.
”I know, I’m pulling off now. I have to go take a piss quickly too.” He says. The word reminds me of the building amount of pee in my system, pushing it from a 60 to a 70 percent. I refuse to squeeze his hand between my legs and wonder if he’s doing this on purpose.
We pull over to a gas station and he gets out to fill the tank. Shortly after he heads inside the gas station store’s bathroom. I watch as a girl races in behind him, holding herself and stopping at the door while squatting slightly. I see as a squirt of liquid comes out her slightly wet yoga pants between her fingers. Once she gathers herself, she runs again. I can’t help but wonder if she wet herself completely or made it. I wince as I push my legs together, slightly shaking now.
Lucas come out with another coffee for me and one for him. Once he gets back in the car, he hands me mine. “My apology for being an ass”
I bite my lip, unsure if to take a sip, but the aroma was so good and I can’t let him think he won. I take a couple sips and smile at him. “Thank you”
20 min later*
I was nearing my max as I finished the last drop of the medium sized coffee. I was 90% full. I cross my legs as I shake and squeeze them a little. My lower abdomen is significantly distended from before. I press on it a little, and debate if I will we be able to conquer my boyfriends challenge and find a bathroom in time. With 40 more minutes left, I was unsure. I see as Lucas hand snakes over to between my thighs as he once again grabs the one closest to him.
“I can’t wait to get you all to myself again” he says snaking his way up to my area and rubbing the fabric between it. I uncross my leg, using all my effort to hold in my pee. “I’m surprised you haven’t gone yet. You must be close to bursting but yet still so dry”. With his eyes still on the road, he continues to rub me though my panties. I put my head back and moan slightly as he rubs faster on my clothed clit. I have now reached my peak of desperation. And him touching me didn’t make it any better. I was horny and desperate.
”Please” I squeak out looking at him and his growing bulge. I didn’t care about proving him wrong anymore. I needed a bathroom soon.
“Please what?” He says as he, without warning, puts a finger inside me through my panties. I gasp as I leak a little before gaining control. “Oh. So I was right.” He moves them to the side and rubs the wetness up my slit. I feel as another leak threatens to make its way through and hold myself over his hand. He chuckles a little.
”Please. Oh please Lucas. I have to pee so bad. Please can we find a bathroom” now that I have admitted I wiggle my butt in the seat and bounce a little. He pulls his hand out, wiping it on his jeans.
“Fine. Looks like from the sign the next test stop is in 15 miles. We actually just passed one. Can you wait 20 minutes?”
I keep my hand on my crotch and squeeze my legs tightly together. “I think I can” I say, knowing that I was on the verge of peeing myself.
“if you can’t wait, we can pull over on the side”
”No!” I exclaim. He knows I will never pee outside. I get too scared of being exposed to everyone.
5 minutes later*
I am so desperate that I’m frantic. My hand has cramped up from holding myself and I switched hands. “Oh god. Oh god I’m about to wet myself. Lucas how much longer?”. He doesn’t answer. I look at him. “Lucas?!” I feel as the car slows… no no no… traffic. Then the car stops. I feel a little leak seep into my panties and I shove my hand tighter against my heat.
”I’m sorry baby girl.” He pulls out his phone. “There is an estimated time of 20 minutes in traffic. So we will get there in around 35 minutes”
“I don’t know if I can make it” I squeak out, unable to fully speak from desperation. I shake my legs uncontrollably looking at Lucas for help. He puts the car in park, since traffic was not moving, and looks back at me in sympathy as he replaces my hand with his, using his strength to block my pee hole. The relief only lasted for a minute or two before desperation struck again. I feel as I lose a longer spurt. I feel as he tries to hold me tighter, helping me to gain control again. My legs trembled as I squeezed together. “I’m going to pee myself Lucas” I say shamefully.
“No you’re not. If you need to go that bad… just pee on the car floor….” I look in his eyes to see he was serious. I can’t believe I’m even considering it.
“But the clean up…”
”… is the least of my worries. Holding it this long isn’t good for you Anna” he finishes just as the baby babbles a little, stirring in her sleep.
I unlock my seat belt to release the pressure of my bladder just as I had an idea.
”diaper” I manage to say. I sit on my knees and dig my heal into my pee hole at my breaking point.
Lucas get out of the car and opens the back door as he grabs one of Ella’s diapers out of bag, tossing it to me in the front. I wait until he gets back in and shut the door as another long spurt makes it’s way out. I feel a wet spot growing on my butt. “Oh my god. I can’t hold it I can’t.” I pull my skirt up and panties down and collapse on the diaper, forgetting to open it all the way. My warm piss exploded out my body as I let go. I moan as my bladder empties. Then I hear my boyfriend.
“Anna babe you need to stop. It’s starting to leak in the seat.”
i look down and surly, with only half of my bladder empty the diaper was starting to leak. After a few more uncontrollable spurts I cut my pee off and shove a finger in my pee hole still so desperate. I put the sopping wet diaper on the ground and sit bare bottom in the seat with tears in my eyes. “I still need to go so so bad”
I look over at Lucas, he’s currently at full mass, struggling to not touch himself. “Go on the floor baby. Just let it go”
I try to protest, but my body doesn’t listen. My pee starts leaking out between my fingers as I slide my bottom off the seat and put my legs on the dash. My pee exploded out of me soaking the floor and part of the dash. I throw my head back moaning like my life depended on it. “Oh my god this feels amazing” I say, thankful for our almost illegally tinted windows. My legs start to shake as I reach a handless orgasm while still peeing.
As the stream dies off I can hear Lucas panting on the side. I look over and see him finishing his last jerks as he exploded with cum on his half down boxers, pants pulled all the way down. He looks back at me after finishing and smiles shyly. “I’m sorry… that was so hot”
”It’s ok… I’m sorry about this. I needed to go and it felt so good” I smile back at him a little before pulling my underwear back up just as he pulls his up. I briefly look at my panties seeing a huge wet spot on it.
“It’s ok. We will stop at the next gas station and get the mat cleaned up… and the dashboard.”
I blush eyeing the still dripping pee. I look and see as traffic start to move again and buckle my seat belt with my legs in the chair. I look back at Ella who seemed to still be in a deep sleep despite the show. I turn back around as Luke places his hand on the outside of my panties, feeling the wet spot.
”I can’t wait to finish you off later” he says briefly looking at me before his eyes go back on the road.
Edited May 31, 2022 by P333ing
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Spoiler
This topic will host a series of Final Fantasy XIV related short stories featuring my Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te adventurer.
Do note that I am writing these with the intent of my adventurer filling the role of Warrior of Light, and I do not intend to write any of the canon characters in omo situations, though I may involve other adventurers.
These stories are very likely to contain spoilers for the game, so if you care about that sort of thing, you may not want to read. Though this first one is not a spoiler, and I will definitely mark individual stories for spoiler content.
Spoiler
Dripping echoed throughout the halls as Rui stepped into the dark, dank depths of the abandoned prison system known as the Thousand Maws of Toto-Rak. A number of years ago, all of the prisoners held within were transferred to a gaol closer to the city of Gridania, and the emptied halls of the dungeon left to rot. In the intervening years, the prison had become infested with noxious molds and diseased vilekin, with an ever-increasing number of the new inhabitants escaping the dungeon and spreading their pestilence to the southern parts of the Black Shroud.
The Conjurer’s Guild had tasked a nervous new miqo’te recruit to accompany the Wood Wailers in clearing out the virulent vermin hosted within. Rui clutched her wooden staff close to her, as the doors shut tightly behind the group, echoing into the darkness. Whether it be the oddly chilly air or the ominous atmosphere of the dungeon, she could feel goosebumps on her skin. Though this quickly faded as one of the Wailers drew a torch and set it ablaze, bringing warmth and light into the cold darkness.
Her company consisted of three hyur – a stoic lancer who rarely spoke; a crack shot archer who rarely shut up; and their Captain, a friendly sort of swordsman but stern when it was necessary. Rui had forgotten their names and was too afraid to ask again at this point. Not that she could get a word in edgewise with the loudmouth archer’s near-constant stream of inane thoughts and poor attempts at humor.
Surprising no one, the archer cracked jokes and made casual conversation as the group cut down the creatures in their way. A slash of the sword cleaves a flowering mitetrap in two, and a thrust of the spear impaled a blood-supping chigoe. ‘How could these people be so… calm in this eerie place?’ Rui thought as she cast minor curative magics to tend to the soldiers’ scratches.
It wasn’t long until the four found the path forward blocked by thick webbing.
“Ugh, mites,” the swordsman groaned, stepping forward to cut through the webs, “could’ve spun their damn web anywhere else, but nooo.”
A hissing echoed throughout the room, originating from… the ceiling? Rui shakily looked upward, freezing as several sets of glowing red eyes stared back at her.
“C-c-c-captain?” Rui stuttered out, pointing up.
“Ah. Right, they would be pissed about that, wouldn’t they. Get ready!”
The eyes detached from the ceiling. Four dog-sized fuzzy spiders dropped from the shadows above. The lancer positioned his spear to point up, catching one of the mitelings on it. He let out a hearty chuckle as he shook the skewered spider off of his weapon.
The captain and the archer stepped out of the way, letting two of the eight-legged horrors crash into the cobblestone floor. But Rui had no combat training, and her panicked body wanted to run off in every direction at once. She was paralyzed with fear.
Rui screamed as the final mite landed on top of her, the weight of a fifty-ponze arachnid sending them both toppling to the mossy cobblestone floor. The miteling’s head not five ilms from her own, began hissing and gnashing its fang-filled mouth, only to be cut short when a spear pierced its side, the spider-like creature falling limp. Knocking the beast’s body off of her own, Rui quickly scrambled to her feet, shaking and wiping terrified tears from her cheeks.
“Oi, you alright, lass?” the captain asked.
“Aye, bit of a scare there. You didn’t piss yourself, did you?” the archer teased.
Rui shook her head, “I’m… fine. I just need to… catch my breath,” she wheezed.
She hadn’t pissed herself, but both the scare and her companion’s comment made her realize her need to go. Rui had skipped visiting the privy, thinking that squashing a bunch of bugs would take no time at all. Thankfully, her urge wasn’t too bad yet, but the gaol seemed larger than she had anticipated.
“Well, stay on your guard, because those were only the children,” the captain explained, “full-grown diremires are larger, and they’ve got poisonous stinger tails.”
Spoiler
Further in, the squad discovered two giant ochu had taken up residence in a couple of hub rooms. Though their toxic fumes were rather unpleasant, Rui was easily able to neutralize the poisons, her allies cutting down the overgrown weeds.
But the least pleasant leg of their journey came in the deepest reaches of the prison, where the larger diremites had set up their nests. The walls coated in large egg sacs, and the floor covered in a sticky green slime. The sight alone was nauseating, let alone the smell. A mixture of rotting flesh and plant matter, mold and mildew, and stagnant water.
Along the path were several mitetraps wrapped in webbing. ‘Ironic’, Rui murmured to herself.
“Hold up,” the captain ordered, holding up his hand. Reaching down and grabbing a piece of cobblestone broken off the masonry, he weighed it in his hand before lobbing it at the trapped mitetrap. The sac burst, spewing a disgusting rotting gas, adding its own powerful stench to the dungeon’s. Rui covered her mouth, trying her damnedest not to vomit. Nevertheless, the group carried on, gritting their teeth and holding their breath.
The diremites in this section weren’t the ambushing type, it seemed, and all were easily dispatched. All was going well, except for one thing. It had only been a bell, and yet Rui’s bladder had gotten noticeably full. She hoped they would be done with their mission soon as she pressed her knees together.
“Hey, captain! Mind if we take a break?” the archer shouted, “I’ve gotta piss a river here.”
“Damn it, can’t it wait ‘til we’re finished?”
“I’ve been holding it all day, captain.”
“Fine. We’ll take a minute. Do either of you need to do your business, or can you hold it like adults until we get out of here?”
“No, sir, I’m set.” the lancer stated.
“Yes, I’m fine, too...” Rui lied. She very much would like to go now, but relieving herself inside a hostile dungeon, and able to be watched by her allies as she did so? Not an acceptable sequence of events in her eyes.
The sound of water pattering against stone filled the room, as did the archer’s very loud groans of relief. Rui gripped her staff tighter and crossed her legs beneath her robes. This man was taunting her, he had to be.
“Oh for the love of Nophica, do you have to be loud?!” the captain shouted.
“I do!” the archer shouted back, laughing. The captain rolled his eyes in frustration.
After what seemed like an eternity, the archer returned with a loud sigh, “Aaaall right, let’s go.”
A spiraling pathway took them deeper into the earth, towards an execution chamber, if the signs were accurate. The captain opened a set of doors, leading into a precipice overlooking a sunken room. An absolutely massive clutch of eggs obscured the ceiling, with an equally massive diremite clinging to them, asleep. A sense of dread overcame Rui, causing her to tremble.
“Bloody hells, that’s a big friggin’ banemite!” the archer screamed, his voice echoing around the circular chamber.
The banemite’s crimson eyes shot open, glaring directly at the group. The gargantuan creature spat a thick thread from its massive mandibles, sticking to the captain and dragging him off the ledge and into the room as it reared its head back.
“Pipe down, you son of a-GHK,” the captain grunted.
“Captain!” Rui and the lancer shouted simultaneously. A wider spray of web wrapped around the two and the archer, pulling them all into the pit alongside their captain.
“Ack!” “Whoa!” “WAAH!”
The four of them were hoisted toward the ceiling, the massive mother beginning to wrap them in webbing. Rui’s breathing quickened, her heart racing. She felt fearful tears welling up in her eyes and heard the muffled shouting of her companions as they were completely bound in this web. Then came to her turn. The web covered her head, and she could not see. It bound her limbs, and she could not move. Terror overwhelmed her mind, and she started feeling warm…
...and wet. Urine began to flow from her loins, quickly turning into a raging torrent, completely soaking her silk panties and drenching her cotton breeches. She could feel it pooling at the bottom of the cocoon, her panicked kicking splashing it against her boots. Until… it suddenly vanished. She could feel her feet swinging free and her body slowly sliding out.
She fell a good ten yalms, landing on her feet but the shock of the impact causing her to stumble onto her piss-soaked behind. Hissing in pain she looked up, spotting the web she had broken out of, and three writhing cocoons. With a wave of the staff, Rui conjured stones to cut down one of her allies. The cocoon fell to the floor of the cavern with a splat. A sword pierced through the skin, and the captain climbed out, kicking the remains of it away.
The banemite roared, none too happy that its food was being stolen off its plate. The monstrosity climbed down the wall and began biting at the swordsman.
“Eyy! Good work there, lass! Now get the other two down – I’ll hold this bastard off!” the captain said, not taking his eyes off the target. He dodged two chomps, then crammed his wooden buckler into its maw.
Slowly standing up, Rui cast her Stone spell again, this time knocking the archer loose.
“I owe you one!” he shouted, drawing his bow and firing a few arrows into the monster’s carapace.
As she began to cast the spell one last time, she was blindsided. The banemite whipped its tail at Rui, thankfully missing with its stinger, but knocking her across the room as she cried out in pain. The mite shoved the captain and archer out of its way as it began to chase her down.
“Where do you think you’re going?! Rui! Are you alright?”
The blow had knocked the wind right out of her, she could only reply with a pained wheeze and a pathetic whimper.
“Oh shite, hold on! I’m coming for ya!”
As the banemite reared up with its stinger, the archer took aim and let loose an arrow. Sailing through the air before striking its target – severing the final cocoon. The entombed lancer fell, crushing the banemite’s back beneath his weight and disorienting it.
The lancer’s spear stabbed through the webbing, freeing him and allowing him to stand upon the stunned creature’s back. Gaining a stable stance atop the beast’s staggering body, he lifted his spear and drove it into through the banemite’s chitin-covered cranium.
Watery blood splashed over the lancer and Rui as the corpse collapsed. They had done it. Rui tried to get up, but her legs felt weak and she fell back to her knees. The archer and lancer lifted Rui to her feet and supported her as the captain cast a spell to return them to the entrance.
“How in the hells did you do it?” the captain inquired, “getting out of the web, that is.”
Rui blushed, “Er… I, um, have no idea,” she lied once more.
“Guess the bastard did a rush job on yours then, aye?”
“Aren’t you glad you let me piss in peace now, captain?” the archer commented smugly, “guarantee I would’ve pissed myself if I hadn’t gone earlier. Really, it’s you who dodged a bullet there.”
“Nobody wants to hear you brag about how you didn’t piss your britches. You’re godsdamned twenty-and-five! That’s something a child of six-summers would brag about!”
Rui felt a bit of shame hearing that, heat rising in her cheeks.
“Are you alright there? You’re lookin’ a bit red in the face. That banemite didn’t poison you, did it?”
“N-no. Just got hit in the stomach. Trying to breathe again,” she stuttered nervously.
“Well, ye did a good job in there, kid,” the captain praised, patting her on the back, “with the mother mite dead, the Wailers should be able to deal with the leftovers. You can head on back to Gridania and take a well-earned rest, alright?”
Rui nodded nervously as the captain put a hand up to his ear, the distinctive tone of a linkpearl ringing as he did so, and began talking to whomever was on the other end. Rui looked down to examine the damage to her clothing, but was relieved to find that her robe was only wet with monster blood, and her dampened breeches hidden by the former. Sighing, she began her long march back to the city, stiffly and awkwardly trying to keep her sullen legs apart.
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It's been a while. It was surprisingly tough trying to write Haukke Manor into story form.
Voidsent Voiding
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Following her success in the Thousand Maws of Toto-Rak, Rui had been hired once again by the Wood Wailers of Gridania to aid in investigating the mysterious and disturbing murders of young maidens throughout the Twelveswood. All clues pointed toward the manor, and an elderly former steward of Lady Amandine Dartancours, the most recent inheritor of the home.
The door to the massive manor creaked loudly as Rui pushed it open with her shoulder, an equally loud thunk sounding as she closed it behind her. Before her was the foyer of Haukke Manor, once a governmental abode to Gridania’s Seedseers until it was sold off to the minor Ishgardian noble family. In recent years rumors spread that the manor had been overtaken by fiendish voidsent.
The presence of ahrimans in the manor’s courtyard as she entered seemed to prove that rumor well enough. Despite being little more than a giant eyeball with wings, the beasts patrolling the gardens did not appear very observant, as Rui managed to slip by and enter the manor unnoticed.
The interior was massive, with a large stained glass window, the daylight projecting bright color into the otherwise dark and dour foyer. Before her laid a staircase leading to the second floor of the building, though an impenetrable deep violet miasma prevented Rui from climbing any further up them.
“I suppose that would have been too easy…” Rui grumbled to herself under her breath.
Trudging through the ground floor halls, she discovered the manor had become host to a variety of creatures, not all of them voidsent, though clearly under their sway. Slugs, bats, and even funguar born from the untouched mold growing along the skirting boards. Not too tough for the conjurer to defeat. Though most of the floor’s rooms were filled with these feeble-minded beasts, two rooms in particular stood out to her: A locked grate with odd ivy medallion covering it, and an open room just across the hall from it containing a pale humanoid figure draped in ragged black clothing. The figure appeared to be watching her, and beckoned to Rui.
Something was extremely off about this, yet Rui felt compelled to approach the figure. It felt as though she were in a daze, a dream-like stupor. In what seemed like a moment later, she found herself standing before the being, uncertain as to how she got there.
“U-um… H-hello…?” Rui stammered out. In response, the figure unfurled their “cloak”, revealing them as leathery wings, and beneath them a lithe, scantly clad woman with long, demonic horns, and carrying a large, curved sword. Something about her put Rui’s mind at ease.
“Ah… A new toy for the mistress…” the woman cooed in an echoing voice, slowly positioning her blade to just above the miqo’te’s head, “come now, mortal, you do not want to keep her waiting… Just sit back and relax.”
Rui lazily nodded to the woman, only half-aware of what was happening. She let her entire body relax… And immediately tensed back up, feeling strong pressure in her bladder, the contents of which had nearly begun flowing out. ‘What am I doing?!’ Rui screamed at herself as she pressed her knees together, attempting to stop her water trying to escape.
“Fine… Then we shall do this the hard way,” the demon growled, swinging its primed blade downward.
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In the blink of an eye, Rui had drawn her staff and intercepted the attack. Shoving the blade aside, Rui leaped away, using the distance created to cast Stonera. Jagged rocks erupted from below the voidsent, cutting into its flesh then crumbling without a trace.
“Oouuh!” the fiend groaned, sounding more pleasured than pained, “A feisty one… The mistress is definitely going to love you! If only you were a little hotter!”
An overwhelming premonition urged Rui to move somewhere, anywhere but here, just barely managing to dodge out of the way as a bolt of fire launched from the demon’s fingertips, incinerating the floor where she once stood.
“How did you…?!” the woman uttered in disbelief, as a furious expression formed on her chalk-white face. She began to lunge at Rui, sword ready to strike.
“Breeze of the forest, heed my call!” Rui shouted, raising her staff into the air as a sphere of green wind energy formed around the voidsent, slicing into its flesh, just as the blade tore into hers. “Nnngh!”
The both of them collapsed onto the floor.
“It appears we are evenly matched, kitten,” the voidsent taunted, gasping in exhaustion, “’tis a shame that your death will be a bit more permanent than mine…” the monster bragged, ending with its death rattle. Its body went limp and began dissolving into violet energy.
“Breath of life, mend my wounds… C-Cure…” Rui incanted, and curative magics wove across her aching body, sealing the wound caused by the demon’s sword. Rui gave a sigh of relief as she returned to her feet.
She was about to leave the room, when something shining caught her eye. Where the fiend laid but a moment ago was now a silver key with green ivy design painted onto its surface. When she bent down to pick it up, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen as pressure weighed down on her bladder. Hissing in discomfort, Rui took a moment to press her free hand into her groin. She realized that she had once again absentmindedly forgotten to relieve herself prior to setting off for the manor.
“Please let there be a privy somewhere within this godsforsaken mansion…” she pleaded, pausing a moment before adding, “preferably one that isn’t infested with voidsent… Or worse, vilekin...”
Hoping to get her investigation done sooner rather than later, Rui rushed back to the ivy gate and shoved the key into the lock. The gate made a deep click as the key turned, followed by a loud metallic screech as Rui pushed it open. Getting a better view of the room, the miqo’te found it to be a staircase to a basement of sorts. In comparison to the rest of the manor, this room was hewn from stone, with its wooden staircase dilapidated. As she stepped into the room, she could smell the rancid scent of rot and mold wafting from the cellar.
Slinking down the rickety stairs, Rui found herself in a poorly-maintained stone hallway that formed a ring around a center room, which was locked with another gate – this one adorned with a flower medallion. Another key would be required.
Making her way around the ring, she discovered barred cells filled with collapsed shelving, broken barrels, and most horrifically, skeletal remains. What was once a Gridanian gaol had been converted into storage, only for the Lady of the manor to revert it to its original function. Rui attempted to open one of the cells, but alas these were locked as well, the metal clanging against itself.
She shook her head sadly at the loss of life and offered a prayer for the tormented souls. Turning around to gather her thoughts, she sighed.
Though she swore she heard something rattling faintly… And then louder and louder… As she turned back, Rui was accosted by a pair of skeleton arms reaching through the bars, swinging wildly in her direction, its teeth chattering and bones clattering. Startled, she tripped over herself trying to flee the assault, stumbling onto her backside. A sudden warmth filled her undergarments.
“Th-Thal’s balls!” Rui cursed in panic, pushing herself across the floor to the stone wall opposite the cell. It quickly became apparent that the skeleton was incapable of reaching her, yet she could still feel her fearful heart nearly pounding out of her chest.
Steadying herself with her staff and bracing against the wall, Rui slowly picked herself up from the floor. After a few moments to calm herself, her fear turned to anger and embarrassment as she noticed the unpleasantly warm wetness in her panties. With a flick of her staff, pointed stones erupted from the floor once more, breaking the undead monstrosity to pieces.
Assessing the damage, Rui was solaced by the fact that her humiliating flight response had sullied only her smallclothes, though it seemed that the addition of any more liquid would leak out to stain her breeches.
Continuing her circuit around the hall, Rui found many other cells along the walls, their own skeletal inhabitants launching themselves at the bars and reaching their phalanges through them. Though acclimated to the horror thanks to the first surprise, Rui still felt unnerved at just how many skeletons occupied the basement cells.
Doing her damnedest to ignore the noise, Rui spotted a key in the middle of the hall. One with a yellow flower painted upon it, much like the ivy one upstairs. But as she ran over to pick it up, the key seemed to levitate into the air under its own power, causing her to jump back in shock. The key swung like a clock pendulum as it began to float further down the hall, as if taunting her to follow it.
As she turned the corner, she noticed she was back at the entrance. Rui spotted the key float through a doorway across from it, where that flower gate had once stood, though it was now open. Cautiously approaching the gate, she peered into the room, finding it devoid of anything living or undead. Against her better judgment, she entered the room to investigate.
Inside the room, she found chains, spikes, smaller cells than those outside, and cages large enough to hold a man. Some of the cages contained blue flames, which cast the room in purple as it reflected off a pool of blood held beneath a grating in the floor. Rui’s eyes widened as it slowly dawned on her just what this room’s purpose was, but as she turned to leave, the gate suddenly slammed shut with a booming clang, the key inserting itself into the gate to lock her in.
“No, no, no, please, no…!” Rui cried as she tried in vain to re-open the gate. Banging on the cast iron with her fists, she sobbed, “help!”
From nowhere Rui heard a high-pitched cackle, and the air in front of her began to shimmer as a small, bobble-headed demon faded into view. Though it assailed her with ice magic, the imp was surprisingly no match for her. A few good castings of Stonera and the fiend fell to the floor, its hand unfurling and dropping a crumpled piece of parchment before its body erupted into violet smoke like the woman upstairs had. This time, however, the darkness coalesced into what appeared to be a portal.
Rui could sense the aether from the portal traveling directly upward. ‘Perhaps even onto the second floor’, she thought. She quickly swiped the parchment from the ground and reached out to stick her hand into the energy flowing from it. She felt herself whisked off her feet and into the aetherial flow.
She found herself back in the manor’s foyer. What little light was now coming through the stained glass had a beautiful orange tint, contrasting with the creepy purple-hued darkness. With the rest of the mansion’s windows boarded or shuttered, it was difficult to tell how long she had been inside, but the sunset proved that she had been investigating for a few hours now.
Rui winced as the realization set in, once again feeling the pressure building in her bladder. She bent forward, pressing her hands into the front of her robes for a few moments. As she brought her arms back to her sides, she noticed a strange glow emanating from the slip of parchment she had picked up just minutes ago. Rui could just barely make out a thin strand of aether connecting the parchment to the wall of roiling darkness blocking the stairs.
‘Hm?’ she thought, walking closer to the foot of the staircase. She held the paper up to the darkness. To her surprise, the scroll seemingly “burned away” in her hands, with the darkness dispersing in kind. With the second floor now visible, Rui began clambering up the stairs, the contents of her bladder sloshing with every step.
At the top, she spotted a lone ahriman making rounds just outside of a large, ornate set of double doors, apparently unfazed by the wall of darkness vanishing. Hearing the miqo’te’s footsteps as she reached the landing, the winged fiend turned to look, its singular eye widening in surprise.
For some odd reason, it did not stay to fight, instead making a beeline for the door it was seemingly guarding, pushing it open with its wiry arms.
“Ah!” Rui cried out as she instinctively followed the creature into the newly-opened room. That ahriman could be calling for aid, and having the entire manor aware of her presence would be incredibly bad news.
Inside, she discovered the room was not as run-down as the rest of the manor. A fire roared in the hearth, giving the room ample light as well. A cursory glance around the room revealed several armoires, cabinets, and a rather large canopied bed, which the voidsent was fleeing to. It made a strange half-screech, half-chatter vocalization, and a figure in the bed began to stir.
“Another subject…?” asked an echoing feminine voice from the bed.
The figure in the bed began to rise, strangely limp as though being moved by marionette strings. The woman appeared quite similar to the one Rui had fought on the first floor. Her body was adorned with various pieces of jewelry: Golden rings around each of her clawed fingers, golden bands fitted around her horns, and various jeweled amulets chained around her waist.
The woman’s eyes flitted open, revealing her blank milky white eyes. She tapped her chin with a finger as she looked Rui over.
“Oh. A miqo’te…” the woman observed, a hint of disappointment in her voice, “I certainly hope you’re more viable than the last one.”
“Wh-what do you mean…?” Rui stammered nervously. She didn’t truly want to know, but felt she needed to ask.
“I know your kind’s propensity for harems,” the opulent demon growled, “and my benefactor’s ritual requires the blood of a virginal maiden.”
“Harems are a seeker of the sun thing!” Rui objected, “I’m a keeper of the moon!”
“You dare speak to Lady Amandine in that tone? Know your place,” the woman shot a seething glare, “You say this as though I should care about your flea-bitten cat societies. Tell me, are you trying to confirm or deny your celibacy?”
Rui blushed, “I… I don’t think that’s any of your business, miss!”
Amandine chuckled, “Oh, but it is. My magic requires this knowledge… Though judging from your refusal to tell me, I’d wager that your body is quite pure…”
The miqo’te’s face grew a deeper red at the insinuation. The woman, cackling, floated over to Rui, placing a sharpened claw beneath her chin, lifting her head and forcing her to stare the fiend in the eyes. Rui tried to speak, but could only utter an uncomfortable moan. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and slid down her face. She silently prayed that the droplets trickling down her legs were sweat as well.
“What a cute face you have, cat. Perhaps if you had gotten rid of those unseemly spectacles, you may have found someone that would have protected you from this,” Amandine mocked, “I’d still kill you, of course. I can’t have people like you talking, now could I?”
Amandine snapped a finger, and the doors to her chambers slammed shut with a loud WHAM. Rui jumped in fright, whimpering as the now-cool dampness in her undergarments grew warm once more. Her body shook with effort as she gathered every last onze of strength to make sure no more of her bladder’s contents would spill out.
“Trembling in fear, are you?” the woman crooned, “worry not, for your pure blood will soon rejuvenate my youthful visage. But do not say I am not a gracious host; any last requests before your demise?”
“P...p...pr...pr...priv...privy…” Rui stumbled over her word, squeezing her eyes shut as the pain of holding in her water quickly became unbearable.
“Do speak up, girl. I cannot understand—”
Lady Amandine went silent as a peculiar sound filled the air. The sound of liquid spattering upon a carpet. Rui stood frozen in place with tears cascading down her cheeks, whimpering and sniveling pathetically. The rivulet of liquid trickling from her pant leg swiftly became a potent deluge as urine leaked from the over-saturated gussets of her trousers and undergarments.
As the sound tapered off with her bladder emptied, it was almost immediately replaced with the mad cackling of Lady Amandine. Rui couldn’t bring herself to look her “gracious host” in the eye, instead her gaze focused on the upsettingly large wet stain at her feet.
“I cannot say anyone has had that sort of reaction to my intent before…” Amandine flashed a sinister smile, “...When you die, do try to keep your corpse away from that mess you’ve made. When the precious blood escapes from your veins, I do not want it contaminated with your your childish cowardice.”
Rui felt heat in her face and chest, surpassing the warmth recently introduced into her clothing. She wanted to cry in both fear and embarrassment, but managed to hold back all but a feeble sob. In a rage, she drew her staff and lunged at the woman, leaping up and swinging it down over her head. With a cloud CRACK, Amandine had been struck and the wooden staff split asunder.
“AAAUGH!” the woman shouted in pain, clutching her head and gritting her pointed teeth, “You… You… How dare you!”
The fiend’s claws extended as an expression of absolute fury formed on her face.
“You awful, insufferable kit! Relieving yourself on my carpet, striking me… I was willing to give you a painless death, but now I think I’ll draw this out,” Amandine ranted as she slashed at the miqo’te. Cutting into her arm and torso.
Rui grunted in pain. As she tried to cast a curative spell, she realized she no longer had her staff to focus magic through. She was defenseless. She began to flee.
“There’s nowhere for you to run!” Amandine screeched as she conjured a ball of flame and launched it.
It felt as though time had slowed down as the flames flew through the air, somehow giving her opportunity to dodge the resulting explosion. The same sensation as when she fought the other woman earlier.
“Hold still, damn you!” Amandine continued lobbing fire, but each was just narrowly dodged. With a frustrated yell, she turned to the ahriman who had awakened her, “Do something, you fool! Stop her!”
The floating eye loosed a guttural noise as it glided through the air to block Rui’s path.
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“Gah!” she yelled, attempting to duck under the beast as she passed. However, the ahriman’s eye began giving off a glow, and before she could react, yellow energy shined from it, washing over her, blinding her with the sudden flash.
Rui’s vision quickly returned, but something was wrong. Her whole body felt completely numb and she was unable to move. She tried to speak, but her mouth would not move, instead emitting a terrified groan.
‘No! I don’t want to die like this!’
Despite this, Rui felt the heat in her face and chest again. More intense than before. She was overwhelmed with her emotions. The fear of death, the anger toward Amandine, the embarrassment from her accident. A power began to shine from within her.
Little by little, feeling returned to her body as the power manifested as a white light.
“What? What is she… How is she…?”
Rui could feel her feet leave the floor as the white light grew more intense.
“No you don’t!” Amandine shouted, summoning a large orb of violet lightning into her claws. The lightning shot from the orb, but was absorbed by the light.
The miqo’te screamed as she could feel as though the power would burst from her. The light was blinding. Raising her hands into the air, Rui tried to release this power.
The light exploded from her palm, releasing a wave of what felt to her like holy energy. The wave engulfed Amandine and her ahriman guard, causing them to howl in pain as well. Like the other voidsent before them, the two fell to the ground before dispersing into a purple energy.
The last of the power let Rui gently float to the ground. She dropped to her knees, panting. She knew not what miracle had just occurred to save her from certain death, only that doing it greatly exhausted her.
Shakily rising to her feet, Rui made her way to the door. To her surprise, the energy appeared to have damaged them, allowing her to open them, albeit with much struggling. She descended the staircase, threw wide the doors to the manor…
...She couldn’t remember what happened next.
Rui awoke staring at the stony ceiling of an oddly-lit cave. She could feel that she was lying on a bed. She attempted to sit up, gasping as a sting shot up her arm and torso. Glancing down at herself, she saw the pained areas wrapped in bandages. Strangely, she appeared to have been stripped down to her smallclothes. She tilted her head in further confusion as she noticed she was wearing white cotton panties rather than the silken pair she could recall wearing last that would match her bra.
“Oh, good, you’re awake!” she heard a voice call out to her, “worry not, you’re safe and sound here in Stillglade Fane.”
Stillglade Fane… More commonly known as the Conjurer’s Guild. Looking to the source of the voice, Rui saw a young, horned, and white-haired boy dressed in black robes. E-Sumi-Yan, the Padjali guildmaster. Though he looked like a child, in truth he was an adult. Rui wasn’t sure if this made it more or less awkward that she was lying half-naked in front of him.
“What happened…?” she asked, weakly.
“About a day ago, the Woodwailers found you unconscious in the courtyard of Haukke Manor and brought you back here. Do you remember anything that happened before then?”
“Fought voidsent… Broke my staff… Somehow won…”
“I see…”
“Wh… Where are my clothes…?”
“They’ve been thoroughly laundered. You were bleeding rather profusely and we needed to undress you in order to dress your wounds. I apologize for the inconvenience and embarrassment.”
“...Why don’t my smallclothes match…?”
Taken aback by the question, E-Sumi-Yan took a moment to clear his throat, “As I said, you were bleeding profusely. Your blood soaked into your undergarments and trousers as well.”
Rui nodded in understanding, though she suspected that he was lying to downplay her rather unfortunate accident. She wouldn’t give it any more thought, in part because her head was killing her. She laid her head back down on the pillow.
“Do take as much time as you need to rest,” the Padjal recommended. Rui could hear his footfalls growing more distant.
She closed her eyes and tried to fall back into slumber, but something was preventing her. She groaned in frustration as a certain feeling came to her attention. An odd feeling. An all-too-familiar feeling.
She needed to pee. |
During the car ride, Klareese and Ivy were becoming more and more desperate. All their water, fruit punch, and a few glasses of non-alcoholic wine were finally buying them on the but. They were half way home at 12:52 pm when Klareese started to slow down as the rain density increased and reduced visibility big time. She could see the bright red lights of her cousin's car but she couldn't keep up and didn't feel confident in seeing the road lines for the lanes. Ivy tried slowing down but she couldn't go too slow either.
Out of the blue, a deer showed up onto the road. Klareese was just close enough to see it and with a few seconds to spare, hit the breaks and swerve. But she started to lose control of her car and tried to correct the course of her trajectory on the road. Alas, it wasn't enough to stop drifting. She ended up in a dirt road and unable to stop moving.
"Nonononononononononononono!" Klareese cried. She tried to stop but the muddy and slippery ground didn't allow her to stop. After a couple of feet of going down hill, her car eventually ended up in a pot hole like ditch. Her car was stuck and possibly her tire or tires were out of commission.
Klareese paused for a moment, putting the car in park. She went to get out of her car, only to be met with a loud boom and flashing lights above. She immediately closed the door for fear of being struck. There was a bolt of lightning striking the ground a couple of yards away. Klareese took a few minutes to wait until it was safe. In the meantime, she shuffled her feet a little from feeling a growing need to urinate. It was now 1:00 pm and Klareese was becoming more desperate.
Her need to urinate grew steadily and more intense. The pressure against her urethra was as such she started putting her hands in her crotch. The thought of having to urinate began sending her mind down memory lane. Two years ago, she was desperate and on the verge of an accident on the highway. Sadly, she was prompted into an accident by a stupid truck driver. She wished to see him again only to kick his balls out. But those feelings died out. Now they were alive again!
The storm kept raging on as the clouds kept exploding with the exchange of electrically charged particles, flashing brightly as fireworks. At one point, thunder boomed so loud Klareese jumped in her seat. The wind howled ruffling the trees and causing some to fall down. The rain kept assaulting everything in the vicinity. Klareese nearly wet herself from that loud boom. Klareese finally worked up the nerve to slowly open the car, fearful of the lightning that could strike her but she had to see the damages.
Once outside, she carefully got out to see the front of her car. Her eyes widened as they gazed upon what were ripped and saggy black rubber immersed in the ocean of mud. Behind her was a still intact tire. She carefully walked through the muddy ground, which honestly, grossed Klareese out. Here she was wearing high heels and walking through muddy ground. Her toes kept finding themselves immersed under the muddy surface and her lower ankles kept being splashed upon when walking through the mud.
"Ugh. My new shoes are disgusting and ruined. Damn! She almost fell down due to a gust of wind. Luckily she was able to grab onto the door handle of her trunk. Her hair was Drenched again, dripping wet, and her body was soaked. Her dress (as shown below) was soaking wet and clingy to her body. But the nature of the damages were more important. It seemed that the driver's side and passenger right tires were affected. The other tires were okay.
Klareese's dress:
But she knew the only way to move the car out of the ditch was to push it. But she wasn't strong enough, and she began pee dancing. She had to go badly and it finally got to the point where by she needed to find a toilet and fast. Klareese went back to her side of the car and just as she was about to open the door handle, another boom of thunder roared which made her flinch. She nearly spurted in that moment. Luckily, it was only a drop that dribbled out.
Her time was running out. She opened the door after 30 seconds of standing cross-legged and sat down. She shut the door and held herself again. Klareese went for her purse, she grabbed her phone, and called Ivy. The phone couldn't get a dial tone for when the call is being made. Sadly, nothing went through. She tried again but nothing happened. Klareese cursed out of frustration. "Damn it. Where is she?" Klareese cried out. Was Ivy out of range or did the power outage affect the cell phone towers too? It was anyone's guess.
She tried calling AAA but got nowhere too. She was alone and unable to call for help. She wasn't going to expose herself walking one in this weather by herself. She didn't know where was what and how to get back. Plus, it was pitch black. But all she could do was wait in her car until cell reception returned. Klareese sat there shuffling in her seat as the storm raged on and on. Thunder roared and lightning lit up the wilderness, while the wind howled and the rain kept pouring.
Klareese really began to regret all that wine, fruit punch, and water. It was beginning to put immense pressure against her urethra that she swayed back and forth in her seat. She shuddered a little from sitting on what felt like a damp ocean. All the water fell down to her bottom and pooled under her butt. Her hair dripped of rain water too. He shuddering caused another drop to spurt out. It was now 1:20 pm and still no one came. Did Ivy even notice that Klareese wasn't behind her anymore? Did Ivy try to call for police to search for her?
Klareese had no clue. All she could do was sit and wait. For the next 1 hours, she heard nothing. She tried several times to call for help with no success. Now the storm reached its crescendo which meant the thunder roared more violently and the flashed more often. After an hour, the storm became so violent lightning was striking the ground several times. A few nearly struck the car and scaring Klareese each time. After 1 hour, she couldnt hold it anymore.
Her urine wanted out and now. She tried hold it but all the fidgeting in the world wasn't helping to reduce the pressure against her poor urethra.
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Hi there everyone! Sorry for the long inactive streak, I’ve been very busy with school ending and my new job so I haven’t been that active on the site, however I have returned to write this story here. As for this story, it comes from personal inspiration, and thus I shall be writing it from a personal viewpoint. My coworkers are all such nice people, but my mind tends to at some points daydream or fantasize about events, plausible or not, taking place. This story is not true in any form and to assure that I’ll be using filler names for the characters to preserve their identities and to uphold the fictional criteria. I hope you enjoy!
The Desperate Coworker:
Prying open the doors to our sports apparel shop my mind was deflated. Morning shifts always required my brain to start working an hour earlier than usual and my brains cogs hadn’t started to turn yet. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I rang the doorbell only to be answered by Ben. We gave each other our morning greetings as I strolled into the building and towards the back room to go clock in.
I approached the footwear section where I saw a familiar face that I didn’t expect to see. Despite her not sharing a shift with me, Leah was working morning shift today. I had started working at this place around 3 or so months ago and had met all of the fellow coworkers. I had made some great friends there but Leah was someone I was kind of attached to from the start.
What drew me in from the start was her stellar frame and her beautiful face. As I got to know her she displayed a care free attitude that beamed down on me and made me feel comfortable to talk with her about anything. Her gleaming brunette locks gave away her identity as I walked past our footwear section. I wanted to greet her but she was conversing with our store manager so I decided to just go clock in and prepare for our opening meeting.
Our meeting was as chill as any morning with the same material as always. Chris gave us our sage advice and then complained about customers, which was fitting since a customer had apparently written a bad review of our store. Now, this wouldn’t be so bad, if they hadn’t written it at four in the morning. Everyone had a good laugh at that, with all of us six coming to the same consensus: “who the hell writes a review at 4 AM?” As we sat around laughing I noticed Leah shifting her position and squirming a little. My mind started to wander off but the rational side of my 8 AM brain slapped me back to reality.
Chris had his last remarks and then went over the game plan. “Alright, so Jake, you’ll be back in footwear. Vanessa, you’ll be in clothing. Pete, you’ll be in sports equipment and golf. And Alex and Leah, you’ll be up front on register. It’s going to be a busy day so I want two people minimum on register until it starts dying down. Most to everyone else will be coming in shortly. Alright, let’s get going.”
A six hour shift in of itself wasn’t going to be that bad for me. The time usually went by pretty fast and I at least had someone to keep me company. As I set up my sensors and scanner, Leah made her way towards me with an energy drink in her hand. She was slowly shifting from side to side but had a calm look on her face. “How are you doing this morning Leah?”
She looked back at me and smiled, “doing fine, tired, but fine.”
”Did you see Jake, he looked like a zombie!” I was pretty sure Jake wasn’t going to last the day.
”Yeah, he didn’t look too hot for sure.” She continued to squirm in place, but I decided to not question her.
I handed her the bottle. “Yeah, hopefully we can all last the day though.”
She shrugged her shoulders, “we’ll just have to wait and see.” Apparently Jake wasn’t the only one she was talking about, and not for the reason I thought either.
The first few hours itself were pretty normal. Very few people showed up and I was able to talk with Leah some about future plans. She was currently working two jobs at this point, so she was all booked up schedule wise. She was having a hard time connecting her words together and her legs were pressed together. It honestly looked pretty obvious that she was struggling but I still didn’t want to make it look like I was paying attention to it.
On went the shift through the next hour. I had gotten a couple more bad customers but nothing would have prepared me for what happened next. A huge line had formed behind the registers and the line kept expanding. I looked back at Leah, who’s eyes showed a great deal of concern. She was shaking at this point and her lip was curled back. I couldn’t tell how desperate she was but I didn’t want to take any risks. The irrational side of my brain was sending waves of what ifs to my mind, but my rational side wanted to help her in any way. “Hey Leah, are you alright? Do you need me to call a backup for you?”
She shook her head at me, “it’s fine, I just need to pee. I’ll go after this line goes away,” she whispered.
I nodded at her. I still wasn’t confident in her abilities though.
The line continued to maintain its strength of people as my patience and Leah’s bladder strength grew thin. I only hoped for her not to experience public humiliation at this point. At least she wore black yoga pants today, so if she leaked no one could tell the difference. I occasionally looked back at her after every customer. She looked like she was out of time and it was only a matter of time before the one inevitable happened.
Leah then called me over to the register, “hey Alex, could you umm, help me?” I made my way over there to her. She was grabbing her crotch with one hand and was shaking profusely. She whispered into my ear, “I’m not going to make it.”
Those words sent shivers down my spine. I tried to whisper to her but before I could do that I heard a faint noise of her voice, “oh god, it’s happening.” At this time I heard a faint hissing sound followed by the sound of running water. Rivets of pee cascaded down her legs but didn’t patter onto the ground but instead soaked up into the mats we had under our feet. I could not only hear the faint sound of her sighing with relief but could also feel her body heat in close proximity. Immediately upon hearing the trickling I tried to communicate with the customers as if nothing was wrong. They didn’t seem to know what was happening since they couldn’t see it. Leah had her head down and I could tell she was crying. Thankfully, no one else besides me could see what was going on. As she continued to go I could see the carpet start to darken near where I was standing. The pee spread about everywhere and carpet turned a shade of dark gray.
As she finished I made my way over to help with more customers. As I served the last customer she had her head planted down and I could hear the faint sound of her sobbing. I called up my manager, “hey Chris, is it alright if Leah takes a break for a couple minutes. She feels sick.”
”yep, it’s all good.”
I went over to her to go comfort her. I hadn’t previously made any physical contact with her but I put my hand on her shoulder while trying to avoid the wet carpets. She looked up at me with swollen red eyes and a devastated look. I tried to console her, “look, it’s all good. No one knows what happened. I’ll just tell Chris there was a spill here. Just head to the bathroom and go get cleaned up. I’ll try to explain it to him.” She nodded at me and was off in a flash. Her beautifully sized but had a very subtle but decently sized wet patch on it that couldn’t really be seen unless you were looking for it.
The rest of the day went by quick. Leah didn’t return to register and Jake came and backed me up, and I made sure to lie about the mat situation to him. As I clocked out and walked out someone was waiting for me in the parking lot. Leah ran up to me and embraced me, still wearing her wet yoga pants. “Thank you so much, you’re the best.”
I didn’t know what to say. “No, it’s fine Leah. I was just concerned for you before. Hope you’re feeling better now.”
She smiled at me, “I definitely am now that I see you. Speaking of which,” before she could finish she pressed her lips up against mine, causing me to nearly blast off to outer space. “That, is for saving my dignity back there.”
She then turned around and made her way to her car. “See you tomorrow!” What a day.
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Hey everyone! Since the first part of this story got such positive feedback, I’ve decided that I’ll give a different pov. This part will be in the pov of Leah, told in her voice. Enjoy!
The desperate coworker: Leah
Ever since I had moved to this store things couldn’t have gone any worse for me. Granted, everyone here has been nice but life outside of that has been cruel.
My boyfriend and I got into a huge fight over his new truck and now he hasn’t responded to my texts for the past two days. I’m thinking he wants nothing to do with me, and to be honest, I think I’m over him anyways. I’m starting to be on thin ice at my other job, meaning I probably will be fired the next time I breathe in the store. The one positive out of all of this is that it’s summer and I don’t need to worry about college. I can just focus on work.
One of the things about working at the same place for a while, in which case for me it’s only been a couple months, you can usually tell who is working in the morning just by what cars were in the parking lot. It looked like the only person here was Chris, but usually Pete and Alex were here on Saturday mornings with me. My mind desired to see Alex there. Of all of the people I had met here at the new place, he alone has made me feel belong here.
The guy is super very smart and funny. He’s also very sweet; every chance he’s gotten he’s complimented me in some way. I know he’s into me; I’ve seen him staring at my figure many times and honestly I can’t help but look at him as well. He’s decently built for being a thin cross country runner and I can tell he works out. I hope he asks for my number.
My bladder took my mind away from him. I had forgotten to go to the bathroom this morning before work and I felt a decent need to go heading in. It’s fine, I’ll just go when I head in, I told myself. What happened next was shocking to say the least.
I approached the back of the store only to see that the girls bathroom was out of order. How the hell does that even happen? I guess I’ll just have to ask Chris.
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”What do you mean someone clogged all the toilets?”
Peyton almost looked amused. Maybe he saw my concerned expression when he told me about what had happened. “What else can I say Leah? People are dim as shit. Someone went in there last night sometime and clogged all the toilets. I don’t know what else to tell you. We’re getting somewhere here in a couple hours after open to fix them, do you think you’ll be fine until then?”
I hesitated, “yes, I’ll try.”
He shook his head. I knew where this was going, “no, do or do not. There is no try. Also we need you to restock the footwear shelves.”
Why does he do his lame Star Wars quips when he knows I need to pee? This is going to be a long day, isn’t it?
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After about an hour and a half of restocking the shelves the last bit of workers started piling in 15 minutes before opening. My heart jumped a beat as I saw Alex walk past. I don’t think he saw me, but I hope he did. He might have caught a glimpse of my body, I had worn my extra tight black yoga pants in hope that he would pay more attention to my curves. However, this didn’t help too much as the material tugged at my bladder, to my body’s discontent.
At the opening meeting we heard the same stuff as usual. Metrics, customer service, blah blah blah. The same old stuff. Most of my focus was on the heavy pressure on my bladder. It had gotten bad at this point, and standing still didn’t help whatsoever.
”And Leah, you’ll be up front with Alex. We need a designated backup until at least after lunch, it’s going to be packed.” My bladder groaned in agony. On one hand however, this was a good thing. Alex would be up here too, and it’s always nice being around him. On the other hand, it’s going to be near impossible to keep my mind off my rapidly filling bladder. Additionally, I usually got an energy drink before my shift in the morning. In typical fashion, I went to the cooler and grabbed my drink and made my way over to Alex.
“Doing alright this morning Leah?”
I shrugged. “Tired but alright otherwise.” I couldn’t help but shift a little bit from side to side as my yoga pants pushed down on my inflated bladder. I tried engaging in conversation with him, and Alex looked like he was focusing on ringing me up, but he knew something was wrong, I could see it in his eyes.
He handed me the drink. I cracked it open and took a sip. He smiled at me, “well hopefully this goes by quickly.”
I smiled back at him, “yeah, let’s hope.”
…
The shift could not get any worse than this. Working did anything but take off the pain, in fact the drink I had made it a lot worse. The fact that I was more awake made my awareness of my need even more apparent, and it was only a couple hours in. The worst part: customers were everywhere and I didn’t see anyone go to fix the bathroom. Alex saw my constant shifting around. “Hey Leah, are you alright, do you want me to call backup?”
I shook my head at him. “No, it’s fine.” There was no point. Until the bathroom was fixed, I couldn’t go in the first place. Chris certainly wouldn’t let me leave the store. I’d just have to wait and see, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go for.
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I was at my limit. My body shook like I had just fallen into a frozen pond. My bladder begged for release, and I all I wanted was for all of this to be over. At this point I didn’t care where my pee went as long as it was out of my bladder. I weighed my options. Chris was on his break, so I couldn’t ask to leave the store. The store was packed, so I couldn’t ask for a replacement. I momentarily thought about just peeing into my leggings. I had done it before when I couldn’t hold it anymore, but never in public. It seemed like the only viable option, but I needed some way to make sure the customers didn’t see or hear what was happening. I knew my time was running thin.
My mind struck an idea. Alex could cover my back side if I somehow could get him over here. I called him over. As he walked over I saw a bulge in his pants growing. Does he know? And even more importantly, does he like this?
”What’s up, what do you need?” He sounded concerned but I could hear a tint of excitement in his voice.
I decided to be blunt with him as I whispered into his ear, “I can’t hold it anymore. I’m going to pee myself here, I need you to cover me.”
I saw his eyes light up with utter elation. At that point my body relaxed knowing that he had me covered. At first a little trickle of pee tickled my purple panties and then spread across my crotch. “It’s happening,” I whispered. Instantly I felt wetness spread down my right and left leg. My trickle soon began to form into a stream and then into a torrent. As pee flowed out of my body I put my head down on the table to let my emotions flow out. In an effort to save my dignity I felt and heard Alex try to drown out the sound of fluids rushing out of my nether region. In the process I felt his rock hard erection press up against my ass cheeks. The mere sensation of that made my chest pump and my heart flutter.
As my stream slowed down I felt myself come back to reality. The feeling of relief was instantly replaced with a feeling of dread. Tears started to stream down my eyes as I overheard Alex speaking over the walkie. Then I heard him whisper in my ear, “look, it’s all good. Just go home and forget about what happened. I’ll explain this to Chris.” I looked up at him all teary eyed. I wanted to hug him and hold onto him forever at this moment but that would have to wait.
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I went back to my car and sat for him. I knew he wouldn’t care about my pants situation. He saved my dignity, so I might as well show my gratitude to him.
As I saw him walk out, I went up to him in the middle of strangers and embraced him tightly, my soaked yoga pants clinging onto him in the process. I wanted to pour out my feelings to him, but that would have to wait. As he rambled on about how anyone would have done the same thing, I took thing time to intercept his line by having my lips hit his and stick there. I enjoyed it so much. This moment I had been waiting for for a long time. At this point I noticed my bladder was getting a bit more full. Without hesitation I released and let the remaining contents flow into my yoga pants, resoaking them and creating a little puddle on the ground. This turned out to be a great day after all.
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Author's notes: I don't think there has ever been any Fossil FIghters Omo content, and its a franchise I absolutely adore, so maybe I could be the first writer to ever make one. If so, wow. For anyone out of the loop Fossil Fighters on a super basic level is essentially pokemon with elemental dinosaurs. In reality it is so much more than that, but for those unfamiliar, that should cover some the basics needed to fully get some parts of the fic.
The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. Tina was an up-and-coming Fossil Fighter entered into the Caliosteo Cup and she specialized in Water-Typed Vivosaurs. Due to her love of Water-Types she wore a blue tracksuit most of the time with a white shirt underneath. She had a skinny, somewhat athletic build, but some form of curvature to her figure and she had brown hair which was kept at shoulder length. Tina had just defeated her opponent in the third round of the Cup thanks to her trusty team of the small but sturdy Proto, the agile dolphin-like swimmer Shoni, and her ferocious signature Sucho. Her entire team consisted of female vivosaurs as of now. Tina felt that her last match in the cup was too close for comfort, as she faced an opponent utilizing the Air-Types Goyo and Coatlus, alongside a Fire-Type menchi. The Air-Types were absolutely devastating against Tina’s Water-Typed team. Tina was pushed into a two versus one situation, and had only won through Sucho persevering through Goyo’s fierce wind-based headbutts, swiping Goyo down when it got greedy, then utilizing powerful water-based attacks on the Fire-Typed Menchi, which decimated her opponent.
Before leaving Ribular town, Tina made sure to buy a large smoothie to sip on. She absolutely loved that because Ribular Town was a tropical island, there was never a shortage in delicious smoothies to try. She chose a strawberry and banana smoothie and also bought a bottle of water just in case. She bought her drinks and sipped on her smoothie as she left the shop where she bought it.
Tina had ventured to Treasure Lake from Ribular Town in an effort to dig up some more fossils to aid in growing her fledgling team, and prepare for the challenges that would come with traveling to Cranial Isle, sipping on her smoothie the entire way. Treasure Lake happened to be a good fossil location for locating fossils for her team members. She also planned to gain some new Vivosaurs here, mainly the iconic Tricera, and an agile flier in the form of Thalasso to round out her monotype Water team.
Tina had always loved the water since she was young and saw being a fossil fighter as an opportunity to connect with it on a greater level. Though there was quite some competition for being a dedicated master of Water-Vivosaurs. She had to contend with the likes of young prodigy fossil fighters, most notably Rupert, who wielded an imposing Mapo alongside other powerful vivosaurs to demolish any opponents he had faced so far in the Cup. Tina decided to wade into the shallow lake and start digging.
Her pickaxe began chipping away at the ground as she searched for rocks to collect. Between powerful swings, she drank her smoothie, but by the time she even found one fossil rock of the Tricera she wanted, the smoothie’s cup had been utterly depleted. Tina did not want to leave however, she continued digging, and found yet another fossil, possibly belonging to Tricera or Thalasso. She grew thirsty again however, and opened her bottle of water, this time, not blinded by the flavor as she drank from it when she needed to instead of just to get a rush of flavor.
She had been digging for a while near and in the shallow water, finding plenty of rocks to analyze and clean. She even found what she thought could be an arm fossil to further bolster her Sucho’s strength. Deciding to head back to town, she finished off her water bottle, but realized something. Cleaning can only do so much to make a vivosaur strong. In order for her team to not stagnate and lose, she must battle outside of the Cup matches.
Tina looked around to see if anyone was up for a quick battle before she headed back to town. She saw someone and he was quite handsome and clean looking despite the usually dusty or rugged nature of digging up fossils. Tina felt a little nervous, she was blushing slightly, but forced herself to walk towards him as he was crouched over a fossil rock he had dug up. The young man got up, and turned around, having heard Tina walking towards him. Tina jumped back a tiny bit, continuing to blush, but her face grew even redder as the first sparks of a crush were forming.
“Huh? Why’d you sneak up on me like that?” The boy asked Tina.
Tina was nervous, captivated by his voice and jet-black hair, “I wanted to have a fossil battle, but I completely understand if you don’t want to, or if you were busy, or if you were creeped out by me, I-I’m so sorr-”
“Sure.” He interrupted her, not totally sure why she was stammering.
“Oh I’ll just be goi- wait. You said yes?”
“Yeah. I’d love to have a fossil battle. I lost my last match in the cup to Rupert so maybe a friendly low-pressure battle could cheer me up. Oh, and my name is Mark. And yours is?”
“Tina. I’m so sorry about creeping up on you like that. I’d like to have a battle.”
“Good to meet you. And I hope our Vivosaurs will feel the same in battle.” Mark replied, shining three medals to Tina.
Tina and Mark walked apart to create space for their fossil battle. Tina threw her medals, sending out her Proto, Sucho, and Shoni in a ray of light. Mark responded by doing the same, releasing three Earth-Types, those being the regal looking Raja, a fleet-footed Tryma, and a large yet clownish Anato.
Both teams were on the field, and as the battle began, Tina felt a pressure building up. She brushed it off as just excitement. She ordered her Sucho to attack Mark’s Raja, and their vivosaurs were locked into battle. Her Proto was not faring well against the flightless, but agile bird Tryma. Shoni was doing amazingly in combat against Anato however, “swimming” through the air boosted by watery waves created from Shoni’s previous attacks. Shoni shot a whirlpool of water at the duck-billed Anato who appeared to be mindlessly flailing its arms around, blindly trying to land a punch. When Shoni launched the whirlpool, Tina realized what her pressure was. It was her bladder, having been filled drastically by the smoothie she sipped on earlier, and the water she drank while digging up fossils.
Proto managed to land a few hits onto Tryma, but the bird was more than a match for the tiny hornless ceratopsian. Fading into white light and back to its medal, Proto was defeated. Shoni also had launched another whirlpool at Anato, defeating it, and causing the Anato to return to its medal as well. Upon seeing the water erupt from Shoni’s maw, Tina winced a bit, being reminded of her rapidly filling bladder. Shoni and Tryma, both having defeated their opponents, turned their attention to one another. All the while, Raja and Sucho were locked in a back-and-forth, a stalemate of sorts. Shoni and Tryma’s duel was short-lived however, as right when Shoni delivered a final biting attack to Tryma, Raja launched a burst of dirt at the large ichthyosaur, and defeated it as well. Now it was down to Raja and Sucho. They both backed off for a moment, both being roughed up from their prolonged assault.
Tina was beginning to need to cross her legs, her bladder was brimming with pee and said urine was pushing upon her bladder’s walls. Tina crossed her legs subtly, as she commanded Sucho to go on the offensive again. Sucho rushed towards Raja, only to be launched backwards by a swift headbutt. Raja seemed to scoff at its opponent, as he let out a snort from his nose. Sucho regained its footing, looking towards Tina, who was now pressing her thighs together and beginning to shake from her desperation. Tina told Sucho to rush in again, but this time proved no different than the last. One swift move from Raja sent the weakened Sucho reeling back. Tina, wanting to win the battle, knew a ranged water-attack would be the best course of action, but also wanting to continue containing her bladder’s contents, was reluctant to do so.
Tina sighed before making her order. “Sucho, blast Raja with all you’ve got!”
Mark heard Tina’s command, “Raja, bring on a desert storm!”
The two theropods launched bursts of energy from their mouths, Sucho releasing a torrent of water, and Raja launching a vast array of rocks and dirt. The two forces clashed, spewing dirt, water, and mud between the two combatants. But Sucho’s attack gained the upper hand, and the beam of water overtook Raja’s storm, sending a monsoon crashing into Raja. Raja was defeated and returned to his medal. Sucho let out a final roar in victory, before turning towards Tina and returning to his medal.
“Wow. That was one heck of a battle Tina. Your team is amazing.”
“As was yours Mark. I would have been scared if you were my previous opponent.” Tina replied to the compliment, trying to hide her escalating desperation.
Mark and Tina said goodbyes to one another and vowed to battle again soon, as Mark started to head back to town. Tina would have followed him but was afraid she’d walk in a funny manner and did not want to embarrass herself in front of someone she had a crush on. Tina’s bladder was begging for release and was beginning to hurt, badly. Tina moaned to herself and she started to hobble towards one of the orange VMMs, which had a function to teleport a user back to town, which would certainly help Tina shorten what would be a torturous journey for her bursting bladder. Tina looked at the VMM but saw someone using it. He was a boy in an orange jacket and shorts, with blue hair who was looking very intently at the VMM screen, probably managing his team. Tina had no intentions of coming off as rude and demanding that she use the VMM. She began to cry, her bladder was bursting at the seams yet all she could do was hobble around and pee-dance in what looked like a futile struggle to not wet herself.
This was, until Sucho’s medal began to glimmer. Tina, keeping one hand on her crotch to help hold herself, threw down Sucho’s medal with the other hand. Sucho knew something was wrong. Sucho had a special bond with Tina, and let out a soft grumble before picking up Tina by her tracksuit. Tina almost leaked from the change in altitude and as she dangled, she crossed her legs as tightly as possible, while trying to keep holding her crotch.
“Sucho! What are you doing!? Put me down! Please!”
Sucho was being uncharacteristically disobedient, beginning to wade through the shallow water that Tina had found the fossils in. Sucho continued to walk in spite of Tina’s protests, and wandered into the giant skull in the center of the shallow lake. Bonehead Hollow. Sucho put down Tina once they were inside the skull, but Tina was crying now while continuing her desperate pee-dance in vain.
“Sucho! Why did you bring me here!? I’m about to piss myself!” Tina yelled in tears.
Sucho let out a small crocodile-like grumble, before looking at her master’s plight. Sucho reached out and with her fangs, gently tugged on Tina’s pants downwards. Not enough to pull them down completely, but Tina noticed.
“Sucho! Wait, are you trying to-” Tina was cut off by a spasm in her bladder triggered by Sucho tugging on her pants again. Sucho then let go and let out another grumble while looking at a bush that Tina was next to.
Tina was on the verge of a full-wetting but she felt as if she understood exactly what Sucho was trying to communicate to her. Tina pulled down her pants and panties, before squatting and unleashing a torrent of her own. Her bladder was finally released of its burden as she sprayed the bush with a torrential downpour of pee. Her bladder practically exploded with feelings of relief, as her stream remained strong for at least thirty seconds before dying back down to a trickle. She took out a tissue from her bag and wiped herself before pulling her pants back up. She ran over to Sucho and hugged her Vivosaur’s snout.
“Sucho, I’m sorry for yelling at you. You’re a genius!” Tina was proud of both Sucho’s win against Mark’s Raja, but also proud of Sucho’s pragmatism when it came to helping Tina find relief and avoid an accident.
After hugging Sucho, Tina allowed Sucho to return to her dino medal and began to trek back to Ribular Town. She really wanted to see Mark again, and she was very sure that her sneaky pee in Bonehead Hollow would remain a secret between herself and her loyal Sucho.
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Gushing Gamer
She entered the final match of the game, her team tied 3-to-3 against the opposing team.
Emily is pretzel-legged at the foot of her light-blue bed; her back hunched, head stooped, and leaning on her elbows against the inner sides of her knees: she stares with intense focus on the imminent start of the final match.
Her long, wavy ginger-colored hair sprawled across and cover the length of her shoulders, hanging over both and just short of halfway the length of her freckled pale-pink upper arms. She briefly and swiftly sets down her pink, lime, and white controller, springing back behind her ears the loose tendrils of hair in front of her vision and distractingly tickling her face.
Emily, frustrated that her team was ahead by three, was looking to win a 4:0 match, but somehow the other side stepped their game up, choking her team round after round until the predicament she faced now. But also because she is madly yearning to take a leak. She delayed her urging bladder, thinking one more swift game and then toilet time, but did not expect to get trapped in such a drawn-out match.
She had tossed and turned at the foot of her bed, shifting the blanket off her bed and onto the floor and had discarded the pink and white cow-patterned pajamas on the floor at the foot of her TV; having them on precluded her from swift hand presses as desperation control while managing gameplay with the other hand. She finally had the last straw with her dreadful pajamas when, towards the end of round six, her sphincter gave the slightest way and she felt drops leak past and slip down her urethra, subtly oozing out from under her hood: feeling a few pin-drops of warm pee dribble into her pink panties; the warm circle of pee imprinting a dark pink spot and gently spreading outwards from the leaking source, feeling her liquid warmth spread against her throbbing skin.
When round six ended, hardly any damage was done: just a dark pink circular splotch right in the middle and its diameter hardly across the width of her panties, and probably negligible amounts on her pajamas. Her bed was piss-free. But by the time the final round began, her dark splotch lightened — just slightly darker than the original pink — and spread a little closer to the edges of her panties, feeling a clinging damp coolness below.
The final round commenced, and as soon as it began so did her bladder begin twitching at her its urging contractions. However, Emily needed both hands at the beginning of the round, instead bending her supple, inverted-triangular waist and wiggling her pale pink hips side-to-side against her bed sheets, rubbing her cool dampness to friction-induced warmth, while her butt consequently slowly turned red. Her crotch, pulsating, shrinking inwards every time she tightens her muscles against the yellow waters vehemently sloshing around inside her.
Shivers prickle out from her lower back and roll upwards to her underarms, her incisors clamping down her bottom lips, as the goosebumps traverse upwards and across her perky breasts, her nipples wrinkling enough to faintly protrude through her light-pink bra. Her shoulders shiver with a twist and stand the hairs on the back of her head.
Whilst sprinting to her objective, Emily uncrosses her pretzeled-bare legs and quickly scoots herself toward, her feet barely dangling off the edge of the bed. She scoots a little more forward to plant her feet onto the carpet floor and spreads her feet apart while her slim thighs come together tightly, smothering to squeezing tension and folding her damp, panty-covered lips between her legs into a visible camel-toe. Yet, nevertheless, she feels her lower belly expand into her pubic bone and push her hot pee further against her quivering tight sphincter. Her pressed legs not sufficiently building tension, she squeezes her butt cheeks together, tightening her folded lips even more and increasing the tension needed to reinforce her twitching sphincter, shrinking and puffing erratically underneath her damp panties as her belly bloats and recedes back and forth: her sphincter desperately trying to maintain constant hold. She sits frozen as a rigid piece of wood, only her eyes and fingers allowed permission to move.
Her rigidity slowly starts to shake out of sheer tension, whilst her bladder yet roars its waves of burning gold against her hands-free hold. Emily’s fixed body starts to shake as she feels her sphincter yearning to relax just a little, and her tense muscle twitchingly collapse, ramping up her breathing and her exhales letting out disquieted moans as the urge refuses to let up.
She, growing increasingly anxious, starts sliding her feet up and down against her beige carpet, extending her tense calves while her thighs remain pressed together to cope with the intense amount of energy she’s expending to keep her pee back whilst defending her flag from capture.
However, she feels her belly bloat downwards even more, once again pushing a dribble of piss pass her sphincter and slip gently down her urethra: another few drops re-wet the circular damp patch to dark pink on the panties folded and wedged between her squeezed lips; feeling the spread of tantalizing warmth beneath her panties and across her tight lips, goosebumps skip out of her crotch and up her waist, flooding her breasts with tingles of prickles and re-hardening her nipples.
Realizing she requires handiwork, she quickly hides herself away, relinquishing her right hand from the controller and thrusts it between her squeezed reddening thighs, pressing her first three fingers over and through her wet panties and into her throbbing hood and twitching lips with her middle, index and ring fingers, respectively, stroking herself up and down until she feels her bladder thoroughly retreat, feeling her pee recede back into the depths of her belly.
However, doing her handiwork, Emily feels her stomach consequently bloat up her lower waist, as her hot piss reneges back into seeming obscurity.
Quickly, before getting back to the game, she flings wide her sore, red thighs and stoops a glance below: the diameter of the spot has thoroughly passed the edges of her panties and her hood partially visible via wet translucence. Her wet right hand gets back onto the controller, moving to abandon her hiding, but finds herself surrounded by more enemies than teammates, eventually killed when overrun, and spawns at another captured flag.
She runs back to the lost flag, attempting to recapture, but is once again overrun and killed.
Frustrated, she hunches forward further — as if she cannot get her face any closer to her TV screen — but in so doing accidentally displaces her belly of piss, causing sharp rings of pain to pang into her lower back and sides, re-igniting her urge to go again.
Already running back to defending her flag, she can’t thrust her hands against the approaching urge, so she straightens her hunched back in order to throw her right leg, whose inseams glare red from constant pressing it against her left, over and across her left thigh, feeling her folded lips squeezing even tighter together with the tension to combat her bladder’s beckoning for release.
Though she’s built intense tension, her belly nevertheless contracts downwards against her sphincter — which, with what little rest its had, begins to flutter in tightness — so she begins swinging her dangling right calf back and forth above her left thigh. Yet she continue to feel her hot piss creep stronger against her fluttering sphincter, starting to feel the burn of her hot piss seep through, half-drop by half-drop, whenever her sphincter uncontrollably relaxes very briefly out of fatigue. She stops swinging her calf and begins to tightly squeeze her crossed legs in a pulsating manner: squeezing every two seconds, repeatedly causing her crotch to considerably tense up in this interval.
However, those seeping half-drops accumulated enough as full drops just past her sphincter and in her urethra to ooze out of her every time she squeezed her crossed legs, feeling droplets of pee squeezed out of her puffed skin and drop a pin of warmth into her wet panties wedged between her folded wet lips.
Emily’s breathing once again begins to accelerate, increasing as her mind warns her that she is starting to lose control, no matter what she did. But she ignored her mind, insisting that she can hold herself back just for a little more. However, she overestimated herself.
As half-drops kept seeping, and squeezing became prolonged, her ventilation ramped up; and whenever half-drops continuously accumulated to oozing full drops, her exhalations began to carry soft moans. And her urge only grew stronger while her crossed right leg tired, switching her left leg over her right thigh, and resumed squeezing like so, but half-drops continued into full drops and her exhalations increase shorter and louder in moans. Until she felt her bursting bladder about to smash through the gates.
Too focused on the game, she’s caught off-guard by the very sudden forceful urge contracting downwards into her crotch. Her bladder uncontrollably contracts tightly, feeling a gush of hot piss pass her fatigued sphincter and scathe down her urethra, losing control of herself.
Emily squeals an arpeggio and casts her controller, thrusting both her hands clasped over another into her soaked crotch smothered between her squeezing crossed legs, her left hand directly cupping herself and feels her lips puff forward uncontrollably, shooting and squirting a forceful, hissy, yellow gush of hot piss through her soaked dark panties and into its palm. Immediately, her hand displaces the flow, spreading piss in all directions out from beneath her tightly cupped hands pressed against her squirting self.
She stoops her head below, witnessing the dark blue soaked bedsheets underneath her clasped hands.
Emily, feeling another bladder contraction, attempts to tighten her sphincter whilst clasping herself over her panties, but nevertheless her sphincter once again gives out on her, she squealing another arpeggio. And another hissy squirt sprays hot warmth into her palm, bursting out from beneath her hands, this time forming a noticeable puddle of pee pooling over the dark blue sheets and flooding back into her butthole. Her breathing stifles as a cocktail of sensations ranging from goosebumps to shivers to uncontrollable pissing relief to tenderness and tingling swirls her very existence. And yet another bladder contractions barges in!
She squeals aloud again, not even trying to hold back, harshly squirting another dark yellow explosion out from beneath her hands and filling the pool in her bed. However, suddenly and immediately after the final uncontrollable squirt, an overwhelming urge rushes in, and feeling her lower belly expand and warn that release is imminent, Emily raises her head to the ceiling, shutting her eyes, and lolls her head back into her cervical spine, inviting this urge, causing a fully body shiver to take place as the unrestricted release of hot piss is welcomed by her sphincter and travels down her urethra.
She sighs an airy moan until her air runs out and turns into a groan, all while her hot yellow piss swiftly flows out from between her relaxed lips, deliciously hissing its steaminess directly into her clasped left hand, as if she dipped her left palm under a hot running faucet. Her hiss begins softly as her flow front first exits, and initial stream tickles her left palm, but as her flow naturally strengths, her hissy yellow pee becomes loud and sharply pitched, and her left palm accepting a sprinkler. It remains so for five seconds until a sizable milliliter pool of hot sloshing piss floods her left palm, causing her hissy flow to lower in pitch but not in volume as it batters, garbling and burbling, into her puddled palm.
Dark, steamy yellow piss bursts out the sides of her cupped hands, flowing laterally across her engorged red lips and both upper-thigh inseams, then downwards into the growing pool of dark blue — deep enough to drown the fingertips of her clasped hands pressed against her perineum with dark yellow waters. As her pool grows, it flows past her perineum and fills her butthole with hot pee and eventually flows past and out her buttcrack, forming a moat of piss around her butt cheeks and upper back and inner thighs, warming them, too.
Nearing just past half empty, she un-cups herself and smears her hands up her waist, caressing herself, and squeezes her breasts and twirling her nipples, noticing her desperate release has sent tingles of pleasure through her body, never experiencing such before as a results of uncontrollable urination.
Her un-cupping hands reveal her dwindling flow, no longer hissing as before but audibly trickling like a soft brook — her panties dark pink from her butthole to the wet front halfway between her pubic bone and waistline, the fabric still dry at the latter — flowing out from her urethra and through her panties like a drinking water fountain faucet weakly propelling water above and falls back onto itself.
Finally, the pool between her sprawled wide thighs flows off the edge of her bed, hitting the beige carpet with that distinct sound of dropping water from a high place onto the carpet below, some of the flow clinging to her legs and following her from thighs to calves and streaming onto the carpet below from her heels.
While twiddling her nipples, and listening to her carpet getting wet, Emily pleasurably shivers as her flows nears its end. Sufficiently turned on, she begins to play with herself over her panties as the last of her pee trickles out of her, dipping her right middle finger into the pool of steadily cooling piss below her pelvis, past her perineum and presses her flooded butthole through her submerged panties, causing a heat of blood to rush to her lips, reddening them further engorged.
And the rest is history.. |
This is the continuation of my omorashi universe. If you haven’t already check out check out the first story in this universe.
hope everyone enjoys!
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“Man this day is gonna suck.” said Olivia.
“What day doesn’t?” Addison said back. It was Monday and Addison and Olivia just met up with each other at school. They had a lot of the same classes together so most of their time at school was spent with each other.
Olivia was wearing light blue jeans and white crop top while Addison was wearing dark blue yoga pants and a blue t shirt.
As they walked to class Addison brought up what happened on Friday night at the sleepover.
“If I was back their I wouldn’t do anything differently.” Olivia said reassuringly. Addison smiled and blushed while looking down at the floor.
“I wish more of our friends were in our classes. Like Jesse Gia and Chloe” Olivia said with a sigh
“I wonder if they know you wet yourself. I mean your undies did smell like pee the rest of the night.” Addison said with a grin on her face.
“God I hope not. Can you imagine what Gia would say if she found out. I would never live it down.” Olivia said with a worried expression
“Gia isn’t really one to talk. I heard that she wets the bed. Not at my sleepover though, she might have been wearing a goodnight.” Addison told Olivia
“Next time we have a sleepover we should see if we can make her wet the bed.” Olivia explained.
As they got into class they thought about how boring this was gonna be. They had two periods of history and two periods of math.
About one hour into their history Addison realized she had pee. She started to think about what would happen if she wet herself and the sleepover. This naturally made her more desperate so she put her hand on her crotch and shifted her position.
“Don’t pee yourself Addison.” Olivia said in a smug whisper while starring at Addisons crotch.
Addison just shuddered. She didn’t want to tell Olivia that she didn’t have to pee that bad because the teacher might notice her talking.
Their history period was finally done and now Addison could give Chloe the run down of how her bladder felt.
“I have to pee but I might be able to hold it until lunch. And I can’t go to the bathroom now because the lines always long at this time.” Addison said quickly.
“I don’t mind the fidgeting and the crotch holding. I think it’s cute” Olivia said while smiling at Addison.
“Thanks um- babe.” Addison said awkwardly looking at the floor. It felt embarrassing but right.
Olivia just giggled her face bright red. She had been waiting to hear that since the sleep over.
As they head into math class Addison knew that this wasn’t gonna be fun. Math class was already boring enough but she had to hold her pee while trying to take notes.
Time seemed to pass extra slow. It felt like forever but she was finally in the final stretch. Only 15 minutes left in the class.
But as she was just thinking that she heard a voice beside her.
“Think about waterfalls and sinks and shit like that.” Olivia whispered into her ear. She heard Addison whimper and she saw her grab her crotch harder.
Addison realized Olivia was trying to make her wet herself. In a way she kind of wanted to, for Olivia’s sake.
“Think about when I wet myself. How all the pee spilled out. Then you may have had accident didn’t you? All wet right? Then you had to sleep beside me in my wet underwear.”
Addison stopped just holding her crotch and started rubbing at the same time.
Then the bell rang.
“Olivia? I’m gonna need your help ok? Can you cover the wet spot on my ass?” Addison said nervously. She could see the excitement in Olivia’s eyes as she nodded.
When Addison got up her butt and bottom of her thighs were completely soaked with pee. Addison thought that if she kept letting her pee drip out slowly it would be soaked up by her underwear. But instead it leaked through her pants making a massive wet spot that was impossible miss. Her underwear were more soaked then they had ever been. The pee being able to soak around combined with how full her bladder was made the warm wetness soak all over her backside.
As they left the classroom Olivia walked close behind Addison and held books up to her to cover the giant dark wet spot.
Eventually they made it the bathroom. They were at the one on the far side of the school so it was deserted.
Once they made in and they knew they were safe Addison sighed.
“Addison I’m so sorry I was just trying to mess with you-“ Olivias apology was cut off by Addison starting to kiss her profusely.
She let the rest of her bladder go right there instead of ruining the moment by going pee in the toilet. The small wet streaks flowing down her already wet pants made Olivia kiss her even harder.
Their make out session was interrupted by footsteps running down the hall getting closer.
Suddenly Chloe and Jesse ran into the bathroom. Chloe sporting a huge wet spot on her crotch.
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“Chloe we’re almost late hurry up!” Jesse said.
“What are you? My mom? Since when do you care about being late to class?” Chloe said as they both reached the school.
“I don’t care that much jeez. You look like you just woke up.” Jesse said to Chloe as she was fixing her hair in her locker mirror.
“Well Jess, that’s cause I did. All I did was put on these clothes then walk out of the door.” Chloe explained to her in a mocking tone.
But Chloe wasn’t exaggerating. She put on her blue jeans and black long sleeve shirt and she left the house. She was starting to regret that decision in her bladder.
“Man, I gotta pee pretty bad.” Chloe said still looking in her mirror.
“Well we’re already this late what’s the harm in being even later?” Jesse said frustratedly.
“Ok fine we can go to class.” Said Chloe with a sigh.
During class her situation with her bladder didn’t get any better. She found herself constantly fidgeting and shifting in her seat.
“If you have to pee just ask the teacher.” Jesse said to Chloe having been watching her fidget the entire time.
“No I’m fine.” She said in a slightly annoyed tone. She wasn’t exactly sure why she said she didn’t have to go when she clearly did. Chloe was however getting advise about when to go pee from someone who she watched wet herself which might have had a factor in it.
By the time their first class was over her needs were starting to become unbearable.
“Chloe you don’t need to be embarrassed that you have to pee.”
“I said that I was fine ok.” Chloe answered in an annoyed way as they entered the classroom.
She couldn’t concentrate at all during the class. The only part that she payed slight attention to was that they could break out into pairs of two and study. She obviously picked Jesse.
“Hey sorry if I embarrassed you or something. I just didn’t want you to wet yourself. I know it sucks.” Jesse said.
“No you shouldn’t be sorry. I was being an asshole. And I do kind of have to pee.” Chloe confessed apologetically.
The two made up pretty quickly. And by the end of class Jesse was even telling her jokes.
“Jesse stop making me laugh I’ll pee!” Chloe said while giggling.
Yet Jesse kept going because she thought that Chloe was exaggerating to her. Chloe kept holding her crotch while she laughed and tried to stifle her laugh. Jesse told another and it was the straw that broke the camels back.
“Jesse I’m gonna pee-“ Chloe was cutoff by warm liquid flowing into her panties. It soon soaked through her underwear and started to be absorbed by her pants. Eventually she was able to stop the flow. The wet spot that was left on her pants was as big as a soccer ball on the front and the back.
“We have to go to the far bathroom.” Chloe said as she sprinted away shortly followed by Jesse.
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“Oh hey guys.” Chloe said with her face bright red and her hands covering her crotch.
“Um- did you have an accident?” Addison said confused.
“Yeah I let a little bit slip out. By the way, the wet spot really helps out your ass.” Said smiling.
“Oh yeah I forgot about that.” Said Addison as she felt the wet spot.
“I kind of caused it. I told her about waterfalls and junk.” Olivia said.
“Yeah and I made Chloe laugh.” Jesse told her.
“It’s not like you haven’t wet yourself Jesse. Remember the movie?” Chloe said.
“Your not supposed to tell anyone!” Jesse said angrily.
“Wait did you pee yourself during the movie at the sleep over?” Olivia asked with a laugh.
“Well I mean it’s not like we didn’t. We both peed or pants in the washroom.” Addison confessed.
“So we’re all square on the peeing our pants scoreboard?” Olivia joked.
“I guess. Anyway I gotta get home to change my pants. And eat.” Addison said.
“Can we come?” Jesse asked.
“I don’t see why not.“ Addison responded. |
I love the Greek myths and wish there were more stories about goddesses wetting themselves
(English is not my first language)
Artemis, the goddess of the moon and the hunt often left mount Olympus and hunted in the mountains and forests of Greece. Often she was accompanied by maiden nymphs or mortal girls who were the part of her hunt but today, it was not the case. She was on a solitary hunt hunting a dangerous boar that had been known to reek havoc on the nearby villages.
The crescent moon shown it's white light on the clearing at the heart of the forest. There, a small fire had been lit by a log under a large oak tree. A beautiful woman in her late teens sat near the fire looking up at the sky. The tree was enough to shield Artemis from bad weather but still let the moon light threw.
Artemis had a link with the moon and drew power from it when it was in it's presence like now. The light made artemins' skin glow with a faint white light that hung around her. It also outlined more the curve of her beautifully sculpted body. Her arms were long and slender but still had lots of muscle as a sign that she knew how to use a bow and a hunting knife, her raven black hair was long and it hung down to her chest. Her breasts were a medium size and her stomach was flat. She had a large ass compared with her body. Her legs were like a deer's, muscles rippled whenever she moved and her legs could carry her faster then the wind.
She wore a short sleeveless dress that was made from a soft cool cloth the color of silver. Her dress parted to the each side until it reached the end of her thighs. A metal armor covered her stomach up to her breasts and down to her abdomen. A head band the shape of a crescent moon was on her forehead and two simple silver bands hung from her wrists.
Artemis drank from the water skin she had filled from a nearby stream to the town she had gone to learn more about the boar she was after. It was a hot summer night and it had been a hard journey to the forest. She realized she had drunken all the water in the water skin and cursed herself silently. She felt a weird after taste of the water but thought nothing much of it. It was a drought season and it would bee difficult to refill her water skin.
During the night, Artemis woke to a discomfort in her stomach. It shot a sharp pain as Artemis tried to get up. However, she thought it was just her sleeping in a wrong position and went back to sleep. However, the stomach pains had prevented her from sensing a more urgent matter in her bladder.
Artemis was woken by the song of birds chirping on the trees around her. As she got up, she felt a slight pang in her bladder. Immediately, she realized the state her bladder was in. She felt like going to find a bush but she could not go like that. She would have to break camp first and destroy all the signs she had been here.
The process of breaking camp was torturous for her bladder which had been fuller than Artemis had realized. More than once, her hands flew to her crotch and she had to cross her long legs in order to contain the contents of her bladder that were slushing inside her. The most painful part had been when she had been hiding the trace of the fire. The process had required her to squat down causing her urethra to open and pee to lick into her white panties. Luckily her dress and covered the damage but she could feel the dampness when she reached a hand into her dress and felt her underwear.
Although, it had not made her have an accident, it made a dark patch over her urethra and dampened her underwear. This had reminded Artemis how desperate she was.
Artemis managed to break camp without wetting her dress but she had licked a few more times and her urge grew more with every time it happened. Although immortal, she had taken a human form and it was now causing her great pain and effort. Artemis had been reaching down to grab her knapsack and her bow when a desperate urge hit her, the wave of pain and made Artemis lick even more.
She realized that she would not make it to a bush or find any kind of privacy. She quickly discarded her luggage and set about trying to get into a position to pee. However, the piece of armor prevented her from taking her underwear off and even without the armor, she would have been forced to take the whole dress of in order to relieve herself.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as she worked on her armor. Luckily she managed to get the armor of without completely wetting herself. However, the effort had caused her to release her waters even more until a large dark patch had formed on her dress. The fact that the color was silver made the leak even more obvious. She discarded her armor and flung off her dress in one swift movement.
However, the movement had caused her urethra to finally open. A spray of warm yellow urine stained her panties and escaped into the earth. Her legs gave away as her mind gave up and she stayed there for a long time, kneeling on the ground. A cold breeze made Artemis comeback to earth. She realized that she was naked except for her white bra and her panties that had been white before her accident. It was now yellow and wet. She was about to get up when a group of poachers came out from the forest and into the clearing.
She recognized them from the bar she had visited in the nearby village to find out about the boar. They had been trying to flirt with her not knowing who she was. However, she had slapped their leader and walked out of the Bar. "Well, well. Look here boys, we have found the beauty at the bar and she has just wet herself!" His poachers laughed. "Well, tie her up! We will set camp here tonight."
to be continued
Edited June 5, 2022 by pinecone
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This has way more sexual frustration/desperation than I originally intended lol. This is a very horny fic.
"Yes, Yoshikage...I want you to indulge yourself to the fullest. I want you to enjoy this. I wish to show you experiences that you would have never guessed you would derive pleasure from." The words flowed from Diavolos lips like a soothing stream, peaking the blonde's curiosity.
"You intend to arouse me? A man?" he scoffed and smiled, "I've never once in my life been aroused by a male, nevermind by any of his unusual fetishes, " he threw himself onto his bed, "You interest me. I'm not sure what motive you carry, but my curiosity gets the better of me. Let's see what you've got for me." Kira locked eyes on the man's hands as they began undoing his shirt, teasing the skin underneath, "May I ask a question?"
"It depends..."
"How do you know so much about me?"
"Yoshikage...you reek of arousal. How could I not follow such an enticing scent? I am alone in this world, Yoshikage. I have not a single companion. I will fail to obtain pleasure if I don't seek it out."
"Ah..." Kira's face flushes, feelings of vulnerability washing over him "Is it...Is it really so obvious?"
"No, no...Not to the average passerby. Now, ease your fretful mind," Diavolo ran his palm along the side of Kira's face, "I took great care of my hands for you, Yoshikage '' they would delight to feel the caress of your tongue. Now clean my paws, you dirty cat~" He heard Kira's breath hitch nervously. The man below him hesitated, then parted his lips ever so slightly.
"You...somehow, your hands, " his voice trembled, eyes half closed, "They're so...p-perfect, " he shuddered and grasped Diavolos hand before lapping at it with unorthodox lust. It wasn't long before he had the fingers crammed into his mouth to the knuckles, drool trailing down his chin.
"Dirty, cat...Slurping and moaning with no shame? Just a moment ago, you were doubting that a man could possess the ability to arouse you. If only you could see yourself now...Is there ever a moment that you aren't a horny little bastard? Diavolo laughed," In fact...You're always looking to get yourself off, aren't you? You've based your whole lifestyle around it. Every single kill...every life you've taken...it was for that needy little prick of yours'' he spat those last words harshly, "how endearing~"
“Fuck off.” Kira panted, freeing himself from his pants and boxers. Diavolo grabbed him by the wrists and pinned him, “Ugh…you…What is this? What are you doing to me?” fear clouded his eyes.
“Relax. I just don’t want you touching it yet. Don’t make me tie you up, now.”
“Your name…I never got your name…” Kira gulped. Pink hair formed a curtain around his face as hot breath drew closer.
“Call me Boss,” his chin was grasped, and before he knew it, he was kissing the man he’d just met. Suddenly, a pressure made itself known just above his beltline. Diavolos hand was resting over his bladder. It was only now that he realized his need for a restroom. His lips still locked to the other, he groaned and thrashed his head. The man on top of him pulled back, “What is it now, little kitty?”
“I could kill you at any moment, you know…” He glared.
“Yet you haven’t done so…I wonder why that is~”
“Grrr…Forget it! You know what you’re doing. Cut it out.” Kira grit his teeth, glaring at Diavolo.
“Why now? We’re just getting started. I’ve been wanting to show you this for a long time, Yoshikage…Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind…”
“You want…Y-you want to toy with my bladder? Is that really what gets you going?” a spike of pressure vanquished Kiras glare, replacing it with a whiney moan. He bit his lip and turned his head, flustered. Why did it feel so good when his bladder was tortured like that?
“Why not? It seems like you’re enjoying it!” Diavolo pushed Kiras bladder and kept the pressure held down, making the blonde squirm and moan dramatically.
“Please, let me use my hands, B-boss! My body c-can’t do it alone!” Kira gripped the sheets.
“Wow~ how obedient! I didn’t even have to ask you to beg! Go ahead kitty~” Diavolo grinned. Kira gripped his cock with haste, squeezing to block the flow. Diavolos' hand only pressed harder, eliciting a yelp from him. Kira began to tremble, tears pooling in his eyes.
“Boss…P-please have mercy…it feels so good, but it’s starting to hurt. I really really need to go…” his voice wavered heavily as he was on the brink of losing control, his body quaking with effort to hold it alone.
“Look at you…so delicate…so afraid…You don’t even know if you’ll be able to hold it anymore with each passing moment. With every new second, you half expect to burst. Am I correct?”
“Urk- Y-yes Boss!” Kira strained, then gasped as the pressure eased. He took a moment to catch his breath, no longer hurting quite as much. Diavolos' hand had lifted from his sensitive bladder bulge. He could no longer resist the urge to pump his throbbing manhood and he did just so with feverishness, not afraid to moan. He was utterly lost in pleasure. Diavolo sloppily kissed Kira's head, prodding at the pisshole with his tongue. Kira suddenly let out a particularly pitchy moan before Diavolo felt his mouth filling with liquid. He nearly choked trying to swallow it all. When Kira was finally emptied and his breathing had steadied, Diavolo kissed him once more, transferring the taste.
“See…I did all of this for you. Now you owe me, Yoshikage…Please…I beg of you,” Diavolos' demeanor changed completely. He clung to Kira's face with pleading eyes, “I…I haven’t had a proper orgasm in ages, Yoshikage, “His voice shook as if he were about to cry, “I can’t take it anymore…Please…help me…”
“Hmph…and you teased me for being horny?” Kira could only smile. |
Another commission by @Zenkopan! This one stars Kotori from Love Live! I had a lot of fun writing this one, so I hope you all enjoy!
A Desperate Weekend Drive
The sharp, piercing sounds of an alarm filled Kotori’s room as the mid-morning light filtered in, and the tired girl found herself rolling over and rubbing sleep from her eyes. Squinting, she glanced at the clock before letting out a yawn. 9:30.
It was later than she normally woke up on a Saturday, but in Kotori’s defense, she had gone through quite the tiresome week. Work on Monday and Wednesday, dance practice on Tuesday, a rehearsal for μ's on Thursday for the big live they did just last night, something which took well into the evening, as they wanted their music video to fully utilize the nighttime setting. Not to mention Wednesday she had offered to work a double shift to cover for Friday’s absence.
Kotori wasn’t one to complain about being busy, but compared to Honoka with her boundless energy and determination, and Umi with her unconquerable work ethic and sense of responsibility, she was certainly no stranger to feeling a bit lazy. So, today, she wanted nothing more than to sleep in and relax.
Kotori rolled over onto her back, fully intending to sleep in, and felt a strong twinge from her bladder. It wasn’t uncommon for her to need to pee in the mornings, and last night she had stayed quite hydrated for her performance. Kotori ignored it, closing her tired eyes and trying not to focus on the pressure in her abdomen as she hoped sleep would take her again.
Unfortunately, her full bladder refused to be ignored, and every time Kotori found herself starting to drift, her bladder would send a signal of pressure and discomfort coursing through her. The first time she squeezed her thighs together, trying to let the wave pass. The second time Kotori found herself shuffling as she rolled over onto her side, hoping that would help. The third and fourth times, Kotori wiggled on her bed, debating with herself whether she should get up or not.
She was tired, and on the very cusp of falling back asleep. If Kotori got up now to pee, despite how tired she felt, there was no guarantee she’d be tired enough to get some more rest afterwards. On the other hand, all Kotori was doing right now was putting off the inevitable. She wasn’t getting any more sleep no matter how much she wanted to, and it seemed like her bladder was waking up too. The more she waited, the more desperate she got. Even while lying down, Kotori was shaking and squeezing her thighs together as she tried in vain to ignore her need, and she was rubbing her foot against the back of her calf as she held it.
Eventually, another wave of desperation washed over her, and Kotori decided she had enough. Grabbing herself long enough to fight back the pressure until the wave subsided, she pulled herself upright and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
The motion itself was enough to send her bladder into overdrive, and she once again had to squeeze her thighs together and wait before even attempting to stand up. Once she did, Kotori noticed 2 things. The first was that, now that she was standing, she had to pee far worse than she thought she did while laying down, and she wasn’t exactly able to ignore it before. The second was that her legs were sore from all the training, rehearsals, and dancing she did that week. They didn’t hurt too much, but it was enough to add to her discomfort to her current situation.
Moving quickly, Kotori found herself half-walking, half-hobbling out of her room and into the hallway, making a bee-line for the toilet, secretly hoping she would not run into her mother along the way. Her mom would certainly be awake by now, and she wanted to avoid any awkward conversations about her desperate waddle as she hurried down the hall.
By the time Kotori made it to the bathroom, she was quite desperate, shuffling her weight from foot to foot as she pulled down her pajamas and panties. She quickly sat down on the toilet and relaxed, and almost immediately all the pent up urine from a night of sleeping burst out of her. She threw her head back and let out a heavy sigh of relief as she peed, listening to the stream splashing hard against the toilet bowl. As she leaned forwards, she looked down and saw the strong, steady stream as she emptied her bladder. Very slowly, she felt the pressure inside of her subside, replaced with the feeling of blissful relief as her stream slowly tapered off.
Once she was done, all her exhaustion from the week came flooding back, and Kotori was almost afraid she’d fall asleep on the toilet. Instead, she managed to wipe herself off and flush before pulling up her bottoms and washing her hands.
Now that her bladder was empty, Kotori found herself walking lazily back to her bedroom. Contrary to her worries, the trip to relieve herself hadn’t woken her up more, and now that she was much more comfortable, she was eager to collapse back into her bed to catch more z’s. As she plopped back down onto her mattress, she realized her mouth was uncomfortably dry. Reaching over to her nightstand, Kotori grabbed the water bottle that she always kept there and downed its contents in one go. Once she was both fully relieved and properly hydrated, Kotori laid back down, and almost the moment her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.
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Knock Knock Knock!
“Kotori! Kotori! Are you still sleeping in there?”
Kotori stirred to the sound of knocking on her bedroom door and her mother calling out to her. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, glancing over at the clock again. It was almost 11.
“Kotori! It’s time to wake up!”
“I’m up, mom!” Kotori called out sleepily before letting out a long yawn.
“I made breakfast, though I suppose at this point it’s closer to brunch,” Kotori’s mom joked.
“Thanks, mom! I’ll be out in a minute,” Kotori called back.
She pulled herself out of bed and began getting ready for the day, starting with changing out of her pajamas. She put on a simple white t-shirt and a frilled skirt, and headed over to her mirror to brush her hair and tie it up into her usual side ponytail, fastening it with a green ribbon.
As she stood up, she let out another yawn and noticed that, once again, her mouth was uncomfortably dry. She reached over to grab her water bottle and tried to take a swig, before recalling that she had completely downed its contents earlier when she went back to bed. She instead grabbed it and headed down to the kitchen for breakfast.
Her mom had made a simple, traditional-style Japanese breakfast, which was already set out on the table for her. Kotori refilled her water bottle and took a few large swigs before sitting down to eat.
“So, how did last night go? I was going to ask you, but you came back pretty late, and you seemed exhausted, so I didn’t want to keep you,” Kotori’s mother asked, smiling.
“It went really well, I think,” Kotori began, smiling, “I was really nervous, because they chose me as the center, but we all practiced really hard and I think it paid off!”
“That’s fantastic! I’ll have to watch the video later, I’ll spare you the embarrassment of watching it now,” her mother smiled.
Kotori nodded gratefully, digging into her breakfast. She did enjoy watching the finished product once they were done with their performance, but she got really self-conscious about it when she watched it around others, especially anyone outside of μ's. She also got really nervous watching it before she knew their results. Every misstep, every time she fell out of time with the music, and every imperfection with her costumes and their designs stood out to her like a sore thumb. She liked to stay positive, so she usually waited a while before actually watching it.
“Oh, would you like to come with me to Aoyama? I’m meeting with a friend there for the afternoon, and I know you like looking around the shops there for fashion ideas.”
“Oh,” Kotori paused. On one hand, she was still exhausted from the hectic week she just had, but on the other hand, it had been quite a while since she got to visit Aoyama and walking around the shops and window-shopping did sound like a good way to unwind. Ultimately, she decided with a “sure thing! That sounds fun!”
“Perfect!”
“Are we taking the train?” Kotori asked, taking another bite of her breakfast and following it up with another large swig of water.
“Actually, I was planning on driving there today! It’s been a while since I’ve taken the car out, and it’s an hour and a half either way.”
“Sounds good!” Kotori smiled. She typically enjoyed car trips with her mom, and it would also guarantee she would be able to sit through the whole trip. While it was the weekend, Aoyama was a popular destination, and she imagined the trains would be quite busy, especially the closer they got.
Once the pair finished breakfast, Kotori found herself reaching for her water bottle, only to once again find it empty. She shrugged and refilled it again. She was going to need more water anyway for the road trip.
“Can you help me clean up, Kotori?”
“Of course.”
Kotori cleaned up the table, bringing things to the sink. She helped her mom wash them with soap and hot water before loading them all onto the drying rack. Once they were done, she dried off her hands and let out a tired yawn. Her mom laughed, motioning to the fridge.
“There’s some cans of coffee in the fridge if you want one, to stay awake. We also have some tea if you’d prefer. I’m going to get changed, and once I do I should be ready to leave!”
“Thanks mom!” Kotori smiled.
As suggested, she reached into the fridge and grabbed a can of coffee. She generally preferred tea, but she figured a can of coffee would be easier to take with her on the car trip. She cracked it open and took a sip before heading back to her bedroom. If she was going to Aoyama, she wanted to dress up a bit more than her casual outfit.
After looking over her wardrobe, she settled on a grey t-shirt with a black star pattern across the chest underneath a pale green blouse that she left unbuttoned. She wore a yellow wristband and a copper bracelet on her left arm, and while she kept on her white frilled skirt, she paired it with two grey thigh high socks and a brown belt.
Not too long after she got dressed, she heard another knock on her door.
“Ready to go?”
“Yup!” Kotori called, heading out into the hallway.
Her mom was wearing a nice casual blouse with a blue jacket, and a matching blue skirt with tights, accented with a silver bracelet and matching necklace. She was clearly dressed for a nice afternoon out.
“You don’t have to go to the bathroom before we leave or anything, do you?”
Kotori recalled her morning with some amount of embarrassment, but it hadn’t been that long since she went last, and she wasn’t holding on to a night’s worth of urine. So she wasn’t worried about needing to go before leaving.
“Nope, I’m fine, mom!”
“Alright, then let’s get going!”
The two slipped on their shoes and headed out. They both headed down to the street where Kotori’s mom’s car was parked and climbed in. Kotori took another sip of her coffee before sliding it into the cup holder. She also slipped her water bottle into another cup holder by the door and waited for them to get going.
As her mom climbed into the other seat, she started up the car and pulled away from the house, and just like that they were on their way.
Kotori continued to sip on her coffee, alternating between it and her water. She watched idly as the houses passed by, eventually giving way to more hilly terrain and wooded areas as they left the outskirts of the city and entered into a more mountainous area. The road cut through here and over a bridge before they entered the city proper.
“So, mom,” Kotori asked, “Who are you going to see?”
“Oh, her name’s Tomoe, she’s an old friend who used to work on the school board. I haven’t seen her in ages,” her mother answered, “I think you met her once or twice.”
“Oh, Ms. Hashimata? Yeah, I remember her,” Kotori nodded.
“Well, she’s actually MRS. Hashimata now, she just got back from a honeymoon with her new husband, from what I hear! I’m sure we’ll have so much to catch up on!”
As her mother idly gossiped about her old friend, Kotori found the vibrations of the car and her exhaustion from earlier catching up to her. Despite having gone through at least half a can of coffee, she felt her eyelids grow heavy as she leaned her head back and gazed out the window. She stared blankly at the trees as they rushed by, the warmth of the sun filtering in through the windows onto her face only further lulling her closer to sleep. She tried to keep conversing with her mom, but soon she once again found herself drifting off.
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“Kotori! Kotori? Are you dressed yet?”
Kotori looked around, and noticed that she was in some sort of dressing room. She could hear Umi knocking on the door outside.
“Kotori, we’re up in 5 minutes! Are you ready?”
Kotori looked down. She was clad in a frilly stage costume, white and black with pale green highlights. It was quite open, showing off a bit of her chest and abdomen, and the skirt was frilled and quite open. She could feel the cold air of the dressing room hitting her inner thighs.
“Coming!” she called out. However, as she stepped forwards, she could feel a strong urge in her bladder. She had to pee pretty badly. She looked around, but there weren’t any bathrooms in the changing room.
Instead, Kotori shuffled out and looked at Umi, “Hey, where’s the restrooms, I promise I’ll be quick!”
“What are you talking about?” Umi asked, “Did you forget? We’re all doing this live on a full bladder, remember?”
“What?” Kotori asked. Something about that didn’t make sense to her, but as she tried to recall what Umi was talking about, her mind was drawing a total blank.
“It’s part of the competition. I mean, if we’re gonna be idols, we have to be able to hold it in on stage, right?”
Even though Umi was saying that, Kotori could tell her friend was desperate, shuffling from side to side restlessly. There were beads of sweat pooling up on Umi’s forehead, even though they hadn’t even begun their performance yet, and she was crossing her arms in discomfort.
“Anyway, come on, hurry up! The sooner we finish, the sooner we all get to pee.”
Kotori, feeling her own full bladder, didn’t protest one bit. She followed Umi to the backstage where she met with Honoka, who was bouncing desperately from foot-to-foot. Watching her only heightened Kotori’s own desperation, and she found herself rubbing her thighs desperately together.
Kotori met the rest of μ's backstage, and noticed that all of them were in various stages of desperation. Eli seemed the most composed, though Kotori could tell she was shuffling around uncomfortably, moreso than she normally would before a bit live. Maki initially seemed unphased, but she was shaking her leg up and down and her arms were crossed over her chest like she was irritated. Nozomi was smiling, but she was shuffling from foot to foot and her knees were rubbing past each other. Hanayo was standing stark still, her expression stiff as she tried to force a smile. Rin was hopping desperately from foot to foot, a hand shamelessly jammed between the frilly skirt of her idol costume.
Nico was crossing her arms and legs, swaying back and forth as her knees buckled. Honoka herself simply seemed full of boundless energy, but Kotori could tell from experience there was more to her restless shuffling than just excitement and nervousness.
As soon as she and Umi arrived, the group steeled themselves and they all headed out on stage. Kotori was no stranger to stage fright, but she had never been so nervous to be in front of so many people. She tried to pick out anyone she recognized, but the bright stage lights and the dark seating area meant that all she could see was a mass of faceless silhouettes.
As soon as she began dancing, Kotori could feel her bladder protest. The dance moves they had picked for this performance weren’t exactly difficult, likely a choice made to avoid putting too much extra stress on their strained bladders, but it made it no less difficult. Each time Kotori had to jump, or bounce, or spread her legs, she could feel all the liquid inside her slosh around uncomfortably.
The others looked to be having equal difficulties. Nozomi was noticeably out of step and she was outright refusing to fully commit to some of the more active dance moves, likely trying to avoid sloshing around all the pent up urine inside of her. Rin was shaky and whenever she got the chance with her back to the audience, she would give her crotch a quick squeeze, hoping no one would notice the hand movements.
Nico was mostly composed, but Kotori caught her pausing for an entire half-step, buckling her knees and squeezing her thighs together tightly. Hanayo was biting her lip as she tried to keep time. Her dancing was stiff and awkward, and Kotori could even see a noticeable bulge through her form-fitting costume. With a bladder that full, her shyness was likely the only thing keeping her from acting as outwardly desperate as the others. Maki and Eri were the most normal, with Maki’s dancing only a bit stiffer than normal, and Eri barely giving anything away.
Finally, Kotori turned to look at her fellow 2nd-years. Honoka was restless, adding shuffling and bouncing to her dancing that Kotori could tell were parts of a thinly disguised pee dance. She was undoubtedly bursting. Umi was putting on an air of elegance and composure, but Kotori could see her underlying discomfort in both her movements and her stiff expression.
The song was a total struggle for all of them, and halfway through Kotori found herself wondering if it was even possible to keep holding it through the song. Certainly from some of their behaviors Kotori was sure some of the others weren’t completely dry under their idol costumes. Nozomi had stopped completely and crossed her legs, and she had been shaky ever since. Maki’s movements had grown significantly stiffer, and Kotori was sure she could see the signs of a leak making its way down Rin’s legs. All of the other girls were growing more stiff and awkward in their movements, and Honoka had devolved into doing an open potty dance right there on stage. Kotori herself felt her bladder squeeze and spasm in protest of her exertions, and she just wanted the song to be over.
After what felt like an eternity, the song reached its end, and after a hurried thank you to the audience, all of μ's rushed backstage. They all beelined it for the bathrooms, no longer caring to keep their desperation hidden. Only Eri, Umi, and Nico were still trying to put up an air of composure, but it was thinly veiled at best. Even Maki was hopping from foot to foot and balling up the front of her frilled dress in her hands.
By the time they got to the bathroom, they were dismayed to find that it only had 6 stalls. Almost immediately, Nozomi rushed in without waiting for a protest or a discussion, and Rin followed in shortly after. Hanayo looked like she was debating waiting to decide who would get the rest, but the precedent of “every girl for herself” was already set. She and Maki charged into the next 2 stalls, and Nico and Eri snatched up the last 2 before any of the second-years could make a move.
Realizing they wouldn’t make it, they shuffled back out and over to the men’s restroom. However, their luck did not hold up, and not only were there less proper stalls on the men’s side to begin with, but two were occupied and two were marked with out of order signs.
That left two urinals, and a few less than desirable options. Honoka immediately rushed and claimed one of the urinals for herself, hiking up her skirt, pulling down her panties, and standing with her legs spread and her hips forward. It was clear her intention was to let loose in the urinal, but whether it was from a lack of practice standing up to pee or just from the sheer volume she was holding, her pee practically exploded out of her, spraying out and making a mess of the urinal. The patterning of hot urine hitting the ground and the walls of the bathroom drowned out whatever of the stream was ringing against the porcelain of the urinal. Honoka shuffled forwards and tried to arc her stream further, but all this seemed to accomplish was angling her messy spray upwards. If Honoka cared about the absolute mess she was making, she gave no indication, instead leaning forward and letting out a loud sigh of relief. Even though her stream was still going strong, making a puddle on the ground and spraying down her legs, Kotori could see her friend’s knees buckle as she continued to relieve herself.
Kotori turned away, not wanting to watch. She couldn’t see herself or Umi joining their friend, regardless of how desperate they were. Just as Kotori was about to suggest to Umi they return to the girl’s restroom to hopefully wait for an open stall, however, Umi shocked Kotori by picking the stall next to Honoka’s, taking care not to stand in the ever-growing puddle her friend was making. She arched her back and leaned forwards, hiking her skirt up and pulling her panties to the side rather than pulling them down completely.
With what seemed to be a practiced movement, Umi repositioned herself and aimed for the urinal. She let out a short spurt that arched and splashed onto the ground and immediately repositioned herself, before unleashing a strong, steady stream directly into the urinal. It made a dull ringing sound as it splashed against the back of the urinal, with some leaking down and landing on the scented pad with a muted patter. Umi threw her head back shamelessly as she savored the relief, and Honoka, who’s messy spray had tapered off to a trickle that was now mostly winding up in her urinal, looked almost impressed by Umi’s neat arch.
Kotori, too, found herself impressed, but also somewhat confused. She never thought Umi would ever pee in such an inappropriate place so openly, let alone with enough practiced grace to be neat about it.
As Kotori found herself questioning the situation, she quickly recalled her own desperation, and looked down, only to feel herself let out a spurt into her panties. She panicked, trying to debate what to do, when a voice that sounded like her mother called out to her.
“Kotori?”
She looked around, petrified that her mother was about to walk into the men’s room to see the embarrassing mess her friends were making, and her desperate situation.
“Kotori?”
Suddenly, the world around her began to fade, and Kotori was confused as to what was going on. All she knew is that she didn’t want to wet herself, so she kept holding it.
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“Kotori!”
Suddenly Kotori felt herself being shaken awake. Her eyes shot open and she found herself back in her mom’s car. It took her a few moments to realize what had happened. It had been a dream.
“Did you sleep well?” her mom joked, “You seemed like you were having a nightmare, you looked uncomfortable and were groaning in your sleep.”
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“I guess it was kind of a bad dream,” Kotori nodded, though she wasn’t sure if it was more of a bad dream or a weird dream in retrospect, “Sorry I fell asleep, I was tired.”
“It’s no big deal. I remember when I was younger, car trips always made me sleepy too.”
Their conversation fell off and suddenly Kotori remembered and she recalled how desperate she was in her dream, and that she had leaked right before her dream ended. As subtle as she could without her mom noticing, she checked her panties, really hoping that part had just been a dream. Thankfully, she was still dry, but Kotori could feel her bladder filling up again. It wasn’t urgent, and was nowhere near as bad as it had been in her dream, but she squeezed her thighs together and looked around.
“Hey mom, how long have we been driving?”
“It’s been about 45 minutes, so we’re just about halfway there, we’re making good time.”
Kotori wasn’t that concerned. She could feel the slight nag of her bladder tugging at the back of her mind, but she was certain that it was mostly due to her strange dream bringing her attention to it. She leaned back and tried to ignore it. Not wanting to fall asleep again and risk having another bizarre dream, Kotori reached for her coffee and downed the rest of it quickly. It had warmed up from the trip and it wasn’t really pleasant to drink, so she quickly chased it down with a swig of water and gazed out the front windshield.
She let herself zone out as she watched the trees and other cars and street signs zoom by. Her mother had put on some music for driving, and Kotori listened to it as she thought about the day she was going to have. She was excited to walk around the shops, looking at various different clothing stores and seeing the latest fashion trends. She didn’t think she would actually pick anything up, but she had recently gotten paid from her job at the maid cafe, so she didn’t entirely discount the possibility of grabbing a new outfit.
As she continued to watch the trees roll by, however, her mind kept being drawn back to her bladder. Perhaps it was because there wasn’t much else to focus on, or perhaps it was because her dream from earlier kept dragging her mind back to it, but she could feel her bladder filling steadily. It was still at a level where Kotori could simply shift and press her thighs together in the seat every once in a while to keep the discomfort at bay, but given that she still had half a car trip to go, she was getting a little nervous about how bad she’d have to go by the end.
It didn’t help that the sun was steadily beating down on the car, and while her mom was running the AC, Kotori still felt a little warm, which in turn made her thirsty. Reluctantly, she reached down for her water bottle again and took another swig, trying to satiate her thirst without adding too much liquid that would inevitably make its way into her bladder.
A few minutes later, though, and Kotori’s concern over her bladder was turning into worry. Perhaps it was from the coffee, or all the water she had drank, but her bladder was filling up fast. She was trying her best to push the need to the back of her mind, and trying not to make it too obvious, but her bladder kept sending nagging signals, forcing her to rub her thighs together or shift her position in her seat. She tried to tug at her skirt as well, so the car’s AC wasn’t licking at her inner thighs, but no matter what she tried, she was becoming increasingly aware of her filling bladder.
“So, mom, what are your plans with Mrs. Hashimata?” Kotori asked, trying to strike up a conversation to distract her from her predicament.
“Well, apparently there’s a new cafe that opened up nearby, and Tomoe wouldn’t stop gushing about it, so I knew we had to meet up there,” her mom smiled, “Her husband apparently works at one of the higher end clothing stores there as a manager, so she visits Aoyama quite a lot!”
“Oh, I wonder what store,” Kotori asked, curious.
“It’s a really upscale chain called Scarlette, I hear,” her mother mentioned.
“I heard about them. Some of the girls at the cafe were talking about their new fashion line the other day,” Kotori mentioned, “I don’t think any of us could afford anything there, though. The cafe pays well, but the prices were pretty outrageous, even for really nice clothing.”
As Kotori and her mother got into a conversation about clothing, Kotori mostly pushed the sensations from her abdomen to the back of her mind. A few moments later, however, a strong wave of urgency washed over Kotori, and she found herself pausing mid-sentence to squeeze her legs together. She rubbed her knees together as she clenched her jaw, trying to push back the sudden urge. By the end, it was clear her mother had noticed something.
“Are you okay, sweetie?”
“Y-yeah,” Kotori lied, but then looked around. The wooded area had given way to an urban sprawl, and while it would be embarrassing to ask, this would be one of the last chances they would have to stop before Kotori would have to hold it for the rest of the trip, “Actually, mom, I kind of have to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh? Well, we only have a half-hour left in our trip. Could you try to hold it the rest of the way, or do you really need me to stop?”
Kotori was put on the spot. Her bladder was filling up, and her constant memories of the strange dream she had certainly weren’t helping, but her mother didn’t seem to want to stop, and she had passed up the chance to go before they left. Even though Kotori was worried, she was sure she could make it that another 30 minutes, with some mild discomfort, so she squeezed her legs together and shook her head.
“No, it’s okay, mom, I can wait,” Kotori replied, downplaying her urge.
“Okay, I’ll try to drive a bit faster for you.”
With that, the two returned to their conversation about clothes, but Kotori let her mother take the lead. Her urge to pee was no longer sequestered to the back of her mind. It was at the forefront, and she could feel every sensation. Every vibration of the car, and every bump they rolled over only heightened her need, and her bladder’s protests grew more frequent. She could really feel the coffee and water she drank earlier getting to her.
Kotori did what she could to distract herself from her increasing desperation. She tried to focus on her mom’s words, talking about the clothes she used to wear when she was younger, some of the phases she went through, and the fancy, incredibly expensive dress she was wearing when she met Kotori’s father. She also mentally tried keeping track of the number of different colored cars she spotted. Unfortunately, it seemed like there were a disproportionate number of yellow cars out on the road today, and each one that passed them by only reminded Kotori of the yellow liquid building up in her abdomen.
Fifteen slow, drawn out minutes later, and Kotori looked up, only to see her heart sink like a stone. They were in the last stretch of their trip, crossing the bridge that took them directly into the heart of the city, but unfortunately there was traffic backed up halfway across the bridge. They came to a stop behind one of the yellow sports cars Kotori had seen pass them by earlier, and as if it was also reacting to the fact that they stopped, Kotori’s bladder sent a powerful wave of desperation through her.
She found herself leaning forwards, squeezing her thighs together tightly as her foot bounced up and down. She bit her lip as she felt the wave of pressure continue to build, as if her bladder was trying to squeeze its contents out by force. She squeezed back, shuffling in her seat as she did so, and waited for the desperation to subside.
After a few agonizing moments, it did, but only somewhat, and Kotori still felt the pressure prodding her uncomfortably. She was having a hard time sitting still, and she was sure her mother had noticed her desperate dancing in the seat next to her.
The only saving grace of them being stopped was the lack of bouncing and vibrations from the road transferring directly into Kotori’s full bladder. Unfortunately, it was replaced by the slow crawl of traffic, inching forwards at a pace that would make a snail look fast. That also brought with it the regularly timed jostles of the car moving and stopping. Even with Kotori’s mother being a relatively smooth driver, it was impossible to eliminate all of the shaking of the car creeping forwards and stopping again and again.
Kotori could feel each shake slosh the mass of fluid built up in her abdomen. She could feel her bladder start to bulge outwards against the waistband of her skirt and she found herself leaning back to try to take as much pressure off as possible. Her hands played with the bottom hem of her skirt restlessly, Kotori having to resist the urge to plunge them down between her legs and bunching up her skirt against her crotch in desperation. She tried not to make her desperation too obvious as she shuffled uncomfortably in the seat, but realistically she knew that eventually her mother would bring something up.
A few agonizing minutes later, her mom turned to her and finally broke the silence, “How are you holding up?”
“I’ve gotta go, but I can hold it,” Kotori answered, trying to downplay how badly she needed to pee.
“Sorry, if I had known we would get stuck in traffic, I would’ve stopped when we had the chance,” Kotori’s mom apologized, “Hang in there, okay?”
Kotori nodded, focusing on holding it. She was no longer trying to distract herself from the pressure building in her bladder. She couldn’t even if she wanted to. For now Kotori simply squeezed her thighs together tightly, trying to sit as still as possible, and hoped that the traffic would get moving sooner rather than later.
Ten minutes later, however, and traffic didn’t appear to be moving any faster. Kotori continued to gaze forwards, trying to focus on the distant end of the bridge rather than the conspicuously yellow car idling directly in front of them. The end of the bridge was in sight, but it was agonizingly far away, and Kotori’s bladder hadn’t slowed down with the traffic. If anything, it seemed to have filled even faster now that they were stopped with nowhere to pull over, and Kotori was seriously struggling.
She bounced her foot up and down nervously as she squeezed and shuffled her legs together. Her attempts to not move around too much turned into trying not to twist and bounce enough to shake the whole car as she shifted around in a desperate attempt to find a position that would alleviate even a little bit of the urgency. Perhaps it was because of the strange dream she had earlier, but she found herself glancing down towards the empty coffee can next to her. She knew there was no way she would be able to justify using it to her mom, and even if she could, she was sure she would make a total mess even trying, but she was really beginning to worry that if the traffic didn’t start moving faster soon, she would have to resort to something so drastic if she didn’t want to totally wet herself.
Biting her lip, she tore her eyes away from the coffee can and that entire line of thought, and once again looked towards the end of the bridge. She knew that once they made it there, it would be trivial to find a place to pull over and use the bathroom, but to Kotori and her aching bladder, it seemed so far out of reach.
“I hope you’re holding out alright,” Kotori’s mom spoke up, seemingly noticing Kotori’s increased desperation, “I didn’t expect the traffic to be this bad. As soon as we get the chance, I’ll pull over and find a bathroom. Actually, I kind of have to go too.”
Kotori was surprised and looked over at her mom. She wasn’t showing many outward signs, but she was shuffling her free leg slightly and she was sitting up a bit straighter than normal. Kotori couldn’t imagine her mother ever being as desperate as she was now, but part of her wondered what her mom would do if they were stuck on the bridge for an extended period of time.
Of course, Kotori also knew that would no doubt mean she would certainly wet herself, so she didn’t want to think too hard about that.
“Oh, hey, it looks like it’s finally moving. There might have been an accident that they were finally able to clear.”
Kotori looked up and sure enough, the long line of cars was growing ever shorter as they picked up speed off the bridge. She found herself watching and waiting eagerly for the break in the traffic to reach their car. The second they started inching forwards steadily, and slowly pick up speed, Kotori felt her bladder get over-eager and send a strong wave of desperation shooting through her.
Kotori dropped all pretenses and jammed her hands between her legs, shaking and shuffling around in her seat as she fought back a strong wave of pressure. She felt herself leak a little into her panties, but miraculously her aching muscles were able to put a stopper on it before it became something worse. Kotori was grateful it had only been a small leak, and that she could barely feel it against her crotch, but it was a reminder that she was running out of time.
The wave passed, and Kotori tried not to focus too hard on the relief that was growing closer and closer as they made their way across the bridge. Her bladder continued to protest, sending more waves of pressure coursing through her. Kotori struggled to hold everything back as she squeezed her fingers tighter against her crotch, but luckily she managed to avoid any more leaks.
The car finally made it across the bridge, and immediately Kotori’s mom began looking for a place to pull over. Kotori continued to bounce and dance in her seat desperately, hoping something would pop up sooner rather than later. On the bright side, now that they were in the city proper, there was bound to be a place for them to stop somewhere. However, being in the city also meant a lot of stopping and starting, and as they found themselves waiting at another stop light, Kotori found herself begging for the light to turn green as she desperately held on.
Finally, they spotted a convenience store where Kotori’s mom would be able to park, and they pulled into the small parking lot.
“You can go on ahead, sweetie,” Kotori’s mom smiled, “I’ll park the car.”
“T-thanks, mom,” Kotori nodded.
She steeled herself and practically lunged out of the car before pausing, buckling her knees and trying to fight against the intense wave of desperation that coursed through her from suddenly standing so fast. After she managed to regain some semblance of composure and control, Kotori closed the door and hurried into the convenience store. She made a beeline for the restrooms, trying not to openly hold herself even as she hobbled awkwardly towards the back of the store.
Kotori was eternally grateful there wasn’t a line as she pushed her way into the restroom, and immediately froze, her heat sinking as her bladder screamed at her in protest. There hadn’t been an out of order sign on the bathroom door, but the doors to all 3 stalls were closed up tightly and out of order signs had been placed on all of them. Kotori hobbled over to the stalls and tried them anyway, but all three of them had been locked up tightly.
Kotori turned around, knowing she would have to find somewhere else, but another wave of desperation struck her and she realized she wouldn’t make it anywhere else. She had hit her limit, and there was no way she could hold it the whole time as she hobbled back out to her mother and told her that the stalls were occupied, let alone climb back into the car and wait until they found another place to stop.
Kotori looked around for something else to pee into. She wasn’t thrilled at the idea of peeing outside of a stall, but at this point her options were using something else, or totally wetting herself, and she didn’t want to ruin her or her mother’s day by coming back out with wet clothes.
Kotori looked around for a trash can or a drain or just anything for her to pee into, rather than leaving a puddle on the floor, but this bathroom had the waste basket built into the bottom of the sink, and there was no way Kotori was going to hike herself up on top of the counter for that. If anything, she’d use the sink, but that seemed way too embarrassing, let alone messy for anyone just wanting to wash their hands afterwards.
Dancing around and hopping from foot to foot, on the verge of wetting herself, Kotori looked around for something, anything to pee into, and she saw it. There was a drain just out of reach, underneath the door to one of the stalls. There was a small gap at the bottom of the door so she could see into it, but there was no way for her to crawl underneath it to reach the drain normally.
However, it was close enough to the door that Kotori thought that maybe she could reach it from the outside. She didn’t expect to be as neat as the dream-version of Umi had been, but she would be squatting down, rather than standing up, and she figured it wouldn’t be that different from using a squat toilet.
Kotori debated for a bit whether or not that would be a good idea, but another wave of desperation from her bladder told her she was out of time. She rushed over to it and flipped her skirt up, feeling herself dribble into her panties a little more before she could pull them down. She squatted down, positioning herself as best as she could to aim her stream at the drain underneath the door, and almost immediately the dams burst.
A steady stream of hot pee burst out of her and hit the drain head-on, and at first Kotori was relieved her plan had worked. However, very quickly her stream turned into a powerful spray that angled down more than it arched, not having enough distance to make it under the door far enough to hit the drain. Instead, it spattered onto the floor and began forming a puddle, pooling quickly as her stream totally missed the drain.
Worse still, she was dribbling quite a bit between her legs, with a smaller secondary puddle forming directly underneath her, having no hope of making it under the stall. Both puddles began running across the tiled floor of the bathroom, towards the drain she was aiming for, but the sheer volume she had been holding back easily overpowered anything that could be drained away. The puddle continued to grow, spreading out closer and out from under the stall and towards Kotori.
At first, Kotori barely focused on her failed plans to pee under the door and into the drain, simply basking in the sheer relief of not having to hold it back anymore. Her desperation and subsequent relief from that morning was nothing compared to now, and she found her legs shaking as she braced herself against the door, trying not to fall as her body was taken with blissful relief. However, about halfway through, as the sounds of her forceful flow changed to splashing as the pressure began to subside, Kotori began realizing what it would look like if her mother, or anyone else for that matter, walked in on her like this. She began casting nervous glances towards the door, even as she continued to shamelessly pee onto the floor.
As the puddle continued to grow larger, and nearly reached Kotori’s shoes, she found herself shuffling backwards away from it, having completely given up on actually making it into the drain. Once it had spread far enough from the drain, it started spreading out in an uneven pattern, no longer helped by the contours of the floor.
As Kotori felt her flow taper off, she pushed out, trying to force the rest of her pent up urine out before anyone could walk in on her in this state. Her stream, which had waned into a steady dribble, sprayed out one last time, splashing into the puddle beneath her. And just like that, Kotori was done.
Kotori stood up and let out a relieved sigh, when she looked over to her side and spotted her mother standing there, holding out a packet of tissues for Kotori to wipe herself with.
“M-mom!?” Kotori yelled. She nearly jumped at the sight, and her mind totally blanked. She didn’t even know how to react to seeing her mom standing there. She was mortified, embarrassed, and nervous that her mother would get mad at her for what she just did.
“Here, wipe yourself and make yourself presentable before someone else comes in and sees you,” her mother urged.
Kotori merely followed her mother’s instructions, still trying to process getting caught. She wiped herself off and tried to toss the tissue as far underneath the stall as possible. Unfortunately for her, just like her stream, it came nowhere close, merely falling short into her puddle and getting soaked right underneath the stall. Kotori tried to ignore that she could still see it while standing up as she pulled up her panties and fixed her skirt.
She washed her hands, all-too-aware of her mother watching her, and when she was finished, she let out a heavy sigh and turned around.
“Hey mom, I’m sorry, I-”
Her mother held up a hand and smiled warmly, “It’s okay. You really had to go. You don’t have to explain it to me.”
“But, I-”
“It’s okay, really. You wouldn’t have made it if we tried somewhere else, right? You couldn’t hold it anymore.”
Kotori looked down, nodding sheepishly.
“It’s okay, sweetie. I’m just glad you made it. At least, mostly,” her mother placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Besides, it’s partially my fault too. You told me you had to go, and I asked if you could wait. I didn’t expect us to run into traffic that bad.”
“It’s not your fault,” Kotori shook her head, “I didn’t tell you how much I needed to go back then either, and neither of us expected the traffic jam.”
“Well, what’s done is done. Now, let’s get going,” her mother urged, shuffling and making a show of squeezing her legs together herself, “I’m not nearly as desperate as you were, but I would still like to make it to another restroom.”
Kotori nodded, but sensing that she was still completely embarrassed, Kotori’s mother turned around and put a finger to her lips, “Oh, and, what happened in this restroom stays in this restroom. Don’t worry about it, Kotori!”
Kotori nodded, feeling a little better, and followed her mother out of the restroom and back out of the convenience store. As they made their way back to the car, the dull ache left over from her once swollen bladder began to subside, and she turned her attention back to the fun she’d have that day.
As the two piled back into the car and their mother started it up again, her mother spoke, eyes lighting up “Actually, today reminds me, I should replace the portable toilet I usually keep in the glove box. I had one around for emergencies, but I had to use it myself not too long ago, and never got around to replacing it. It would’ve been handy to have one around during that traffic jam, huh?”
Kotori’s mind raced at the thought that her mother had gone through her own desperate ordeal, and recently enough that she hadn’t replaced the portable toilet yet.
“What happened?”
Kotori’s mother smiled, once again placing her finger to her lips, “Considering all that happened, that’s a story for another day, I think.”
End |
This one's another commission by @Infecteddeer12! It's a sequel to my previous Toaru story, which you can read here:
This story does reference the events of that one, but it can be enjoyed on it's own as well! I had a lot of fun writing this one, so I hope you all enjoy too! It does start a bit slow and is a bit story-focused, but if you enjoy the Toaru-verse, I hope you enjoy it!
A Complicated Conflict
Alone in one of the back streets of District 10, a figure in a long, hooded cloak shuffled along, carrying a large briefcase in their right arm. The figure looked around. They couldn’t see anyone else, but they knew they were being watched.
As they shuffled even further down the dark alley, they came to stop at a door. It looked to be the door to some sort of warehouse or backroom, but two rough-looking teens with face piercings and leather jackets were guarding it fiercely. They noticed the cloaked figure and turned to face them.
The figure dropped her hood. She was a tall, youthful woman with long, wavy violet hair and dark eyeshadow around her eyes. Her cloak was held open by her arm carrying the briefcase, showing off the hints of a well-endowed feminine figure. She held up some papers and the briefcase, and spoke in a confident tone.
“My name’s Miyagawa Reika. I have business with your boss.”
“Yes, we’ve been told to expect you. Right this way.”
One of the two guards ushered Miyagawa into the hideout while the other stayed outside. Despite looking like a warehouse from the outside, the inside was adorned almost like a lounge, with a bar on one side and multiple tables and games for recreation. The heavy scent of booze and cigarette smoke hung in the air, and all around her were rough, rugged looking gang members ranging from teens to young adults. She avoided eye-contact with them, even as she felt their glares drill into the back of her head.
She was guided to the back past some grungy bathrooms, and she briefly paused, her gaze lingering on them as though she was debating something. Before the guard could notice she was stopped, however, she shook her head and continued following him until they reached what looked to be an office where two men and one woman were sitting, discussing something or other. They turned to her and the man in the middle stood up, bowing to her politely. He was tall, but otherwise unassuming, with messy brown hair.
“I’m Sano Daisuke, the leader of the White Ravens.”
The other man bowed as well, he was a larger man with a scar across his nose, “I’m Handa Goro, Daisuke-san’s right hand man.”
The woman, a tall, elegant-looking lady with blonde hair and piercing green eyes, glared at her for a split-second, narrowing her eyes as though sizing her up, but eventually bowed as well, “I’m Sugita Akemi, I handle the resourcing and finances.”
“I’m Miyagawa Reika, it’s nice to meet you all,” Miyagawa bowed, though she looked up at the two others, particularly Sugita, and narrowed her own eyes, “Though, I was under the impression this was going to be a private meeting. After all, what I have in this briefcase must remain highly confidential until we can finalize a deal.”
Sano nodded, “Rest assured, anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of these two. They’re my most trusted associates.”
Miyagawa didn’t look satisfied, but she nodded nevertheless. Sano motioned to the guard and he left the room, closing the door behind him and likely standing just outside to assure they weren’t disturbed. He then motioned to a rather comfortable-looking leather chair sat just opposite of his desk, and Miyagawa took a seat, crossing her legs and finally placing the suitcase down. She shuffled in place, trying to get comfortable, and looked up at the other three.
“I was surprised you reached out to me, Miyagawa-san,” Sano began, “You say you’re a Level 0 research student that was kicked out of your university for developing a new technology?”
“Yes,” Miyagawa nodded, “As a Level 0, I always made it the focus of my research to see if we could enhance the abilities of Level 0s, despite their seeming incompatibility with the Power Development Program. Yet, the closer I got to an actual solution, the harder the pushback from the university higher-ups. They eventually told me to drop the project altogether, even though I was so close to perfecting it. I couldn’t just stop, of course. So I finished development in secret. I was kicked out when they found out.”
“And now you want revenge on this City and its institutions which constantly bash down the Level 0s,” Handa nodded, “So you turned to Skill-Out.”
“Something like that,” Miyagawa nodded.
“And this project you say you were working on, that’s what’s inside that suitcase of yours?” Sano asked, clearly intrigued.
“Yes,” Miyagawa nodded, turning the suitcase around. She opened it up to reveal what looked like rolls of black tape with strange, glowing markings across its surface.
“We’ve seen something like this before,” Sugita crossed her arms, “Isn’t this just a modified form of Hard Taping? It’s a technology Skill-Out gangs are already familiar with.”
“No, it’s nothing like that,” Miyagawa shook her head, “Here, why don’t you see for yourself.”
Miyagawa pulled out one of the rolls and wrapped some around her right arm. She held out her hand, taking care not to point it at anything dangerous, and the markings on the tape flashed brightly as a brief burst of electricity shot from her palm.
“How do we know you’re not just an electromaster?” Sano asked.
“Well, feel free to try it for yourself, of course, it might not be electricity for you. It’s a wrapping that enhances your natural Esper abilities.”
She tossed Sano a roll, and he looked down at it skeptically. Handa stood up and outstretched his hand.
“I’ll test it.”
Miyagawa waited impatiently for Handa to wrap the tape around his arm, and Sugita seemed to notice this, she narrowed her eyes at Miyagawa as the violet-haired woman shuffled under her gaze.
“What’s the matter, need to take a leak?” Sugita spoke quietly, too low for Handa or Sano, who were both focused on the tape, to hear.
“I’m fine, thank you,” Miyagawa replied, though the sweat on her brow and her shuffling definitely wasn’t backing her up on that.
Finally, Handa got the tape wrapped around his arm, and held it out. He focused and closed his eyes, and suddenly a jet of hot flame shot out of his hand, nearly scorching the wall of the office. He stumbled back in surprise, looking down at his arm, and grasped it as though he were in pain.
“Handa, are you okay?”
“Y-yeah, I’m fine, it just caught me off-guard, is all.”
“It might be a bit overwhelming, especially if you’re not used to it. I’ve also found that using it too much can lead to pain and soreness,” Miyagawa replied, “But I assure you, equip your gang with this, and there won’t be a thing Judgment or Anti-Skill can do to stop you.”
“This stuff does seem pretty amazing,” Sano agreed, “But, if you developed something like this, why would you take it to us? The White Ravens aren’t exactly the biggest Skill-Out gang. We were always in Komaba’s shadow, and even now that their power has shrunk since he died and that punk handed his gang over to Hanzou, they’re still leagues better than us in terms of resources and man-power.”
“It’s not just about size, location and circumstance must also be taken into consideration,” Miyagawa smiled, “And the White Ravens are in the perfect location, and have access to the perfect area, for a plan that will make sure the whole city must pay attention to Skill-Out.”
After much debate and discussion, Miyagawa found herself shaking hands with the leader of the White Ravens. Naturally, they offered her a place to stay at their hideout for the night, but she politely declined, saying she had final preparations to take care of and that she would meet them back up at the hideout the following day.
As part of the deal, she left the briefcase there, so by the time she was ushered out of their hideout, she found herself with her hands free. She smiled politely to the guards as they saw her out and shuffled quickly down the back alley. As soon as she was far enough away that she could no longer feel the prying eyes of the White Raven’s guards and lookouts, she tucked herself behind a dumpster and shuffled desperately.
Damn, I need to pee! It took me forever to find this place, and I was too nervous to ask to use the bathroom. Then, once that bitch Sugita noticed, I couldn’t just say admit it! I don’t know why she was so suspicious of me…
She quickly pulled up her cloak, revealing a short skirt and black panties. She held her skirt up and slipped her panties to the side before quickly squatting down and peeing unabashedly. Her stream splashed against the wall of the alley as she closed her eyes and savored the relief. However, it didn’t take her long to return to reality. She was in the back alley in District 10, one of the shadier places of Academy City, and infested with thugs, criminals, and Skill-Out members.
She quickly finished up, not fully emptying herself as much as she would’ve liked to, and stood up, fixing her clothes and looking around to ensure no one had spotted her. Once she was confident it looked like she had gotten away with it, she headed back down the alleyway and onto the ill-maintained main street to prepare for tomorrow.
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Lying on the roof of a building in the heart of District 7 was a certain Level 5 esper. The 3rd strongest esper in Academy City, Misaka Mikoto. She was lying on artificial grass on top of a rooftop garden for a large studio where she had been called for a photoshoot. It was one of the many duties of her being the “face” of the power development program, and something of a celebrity within the city.
She was taking a break before she had to go back down for the rest of the shoot, but rather than worrying about having to model some new outfit or showing off, her mind was on the incident that happened not too long ago.
I can’t believe I wet myself… I’m still so embarrassed.
Over the past few days, she found her mind wandering back to that fateful day. Part of her would treasure it forever, after all, she had spent so much time with a certain spiky-haired Level 0, and the memories of their time together still made her heart beat. However, it was entirely undercut by the fact that half of her time she spent with him was spent absolutely bursting to pee, and even though she had managed to wait for so long, and managed to avoid admitting her desperation to him, she still wound up wetting herself once she got back to her dorm. In front of Kuroko, no less, who was not so candid or delicate about bringing it up again and again.
Mikoto knew that Kuroko wasn’t meaning to be cruel, her intentions likely fueled by her adoration and perversions towards the powerful Electromaster, but nevertheless, it was a constant, nagging reminder that she had gotten herself in a situation where she couldn’t hold it any longer, and wound up peeing just outside their dorm’s bathroom.
Over the subsequent days, Mikoto had been quite careful about letting her bladder get too full, and she was even starting to stress about times when she wouldn’t have easy access to a restroom. She placed her arm over her eyes to blot out the clear blue sky above her and let out a sigh.
I should stop worrying so much about it. It was a single accident. I only held it so long because we were at that theme park and they didn’t have enough restrooms for everyone, so it made it hard to slip away without directly saying I needed to go.
The warmth of the sun began lulling Mikoto, and she was afraid she’d wind up falling asleep if she didn’t get up. She stood and stretched before walking around the rooftop garden, focused more on looking over the railings into the city below than the fake grass and rocks that had been placed around the rooftop.
Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrate, and she checked the time. She had to get back to the photoshoot. As she turned to head back down, she noticed there was the faintest sensation of fullness from her bladder. She had been moping on the roof for her whole break and didn’t notice the faint sensation. Ordinarily, she wouldn’t have worried about it at all, but given the recent situation, she paused, eyes widening.
Should I go to the bathroom before I start heading back? If I make it fast, I can probably make it without being too late… No, it’s fine, I don’t really have to go, I’m just being oversensitive because I’m still worried about the other day. The photoshoot’s only another hour and a half anyway, and I barely even have to go.
Trying to calm herself down, Mikoto pushed her worry and the faint urge to pee to the back of her mind and headed back down to meet with the photographer and the director to finish her photoshoot.
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“Touma! Touma! It’s too hot!”
Touma let out a sigh and looked over at a girl with long silver hair, dressed in a white and gold nun’s habit. Or, at least some of it. She had placed the hat on the table and detached the sleeves, which were held on by large safety pins, and and was panting at the heat, with sweat beading up on her forehead as she fanned herself.
“I can’t do anything about it. The dorms said they’d start charging us to use the AC. My bank account would cry if I left it on,” Touma sighed, “Also, don’t sit right in front of the fan. I can’t feel the air, you know?”
“But it’s so hoooootttt!”
“There’s some ice cream in the freezer,” Touma pointed out, “That should cool you down.”
“I already ate it all because it’s so hot,” Index admitted, holding up a pile of used popsicle sticks.
“What, you ate it all already?” Touma looked up, shocked, “Those were supposed to last the week… such misfortune…”
“Touma, I’m too hot, I’m going to melt like the ice cream!”
“Like I said, I can’t really do anything about that!”
“At least buy me more ice cream!”
“T-there’s no way! Do you know how expensive that ice cream was? And you ate it all in one day! I might as well turn on the AC at this point…”
“Touma….”
Index lunged around Touma’s legs to beg, when suddenly there was a knock on his door. Touma turned to the door and peeked through the peephole, and was surprised to see a familiar face. He opened the door and exclaimed, “Tsuchimikado?”
“Hey there,” Tsuchimikado grinned, standing there casually with his hands in his pockets. As usual, he was wearing an unbuttoned green shirt and his eyes were obscured with his usual dark shades.
“What brings you here?” Touma asked.
“What, I can’t swing by to check on my classmate and friend, that’s cold,” Tsuchimikado smiled. He held up a bag from a nearby convenience store. It was filled with ice cream just like the ones Touma bought for Index.
Index immediately began drooling over them like an excited puppy, and Touma took the bag and handed one to the overheating girl. She immediately dove in, and Touma went to put the rest of the ice cream in the freezer. On the top shelf where Index couldn’t reach them this time. He grabbed one for himself and Tsuchimikado, and soon the three of them were cooling down in the hot dorm room.
“Alright, but seriously, we don’t have much time to talk,” Tsuchimikado leaned forwards.
“I knew it, it was something serious,” Touma sighed, “You can tell me that from the start next time.”
“Right, right, anyway,” Tsuchimikado passed a photo to Touma of a woman with long violet hair. She was wearing a hooded cloak that obscured most of her face, and was carrying some kind of case with what was clearly a magical seal on it, “This photo was taken by the magical security system in the forbidden vaults of Necessarius. We believe the woman in the photo is Raechel Lancaster, a defector of Necessarius, who is now a rogue magician. She broke into Necessarius last night and stole two magical artifacts.”
“Two?”
“Yes. One was the bandages of Lazarus. It’s a dangerous magical object that allows anyone to channel stored up magical energy through it. In other words, even if someone like you, who has no magical talent whatsoever, were to use it, you could use magic. Well, actually, in your case in particular, I’m pretty sure its effects would be negated by Imagine Breaker, but think of it like something that turns normal people into magicians.”
“And what about the other one?” Touma asked.
“The other one was a grimoire.”
Touma’s eyes widened, and instantly the atmosphere in the room grew heavy.
“A grimoire?” Touma echoed, utterly shocked.
“Not just any grimoire, either, It’s a grimoire based off of the Book of Common Prayer, so its fundamentals are naturally grounded in the Anglican Church. Moreover, the only physical copy was held in the depths of Necessarius, and the only other copy is-”
Both Tsuchimikado and Touma turned to look at Index, who was still eating her ice cream and panting by the fan.
“There are other, far more powerful artifacts in the vault, so it certainly wasn’t just a powerful item she was after. However, use of that grimoire in particular would be the unmistakable hallmark of the Angican Church. That’s why we believe Raechel Lancaster has one goal. To attack Academy City at some point, and frame it on Necessarius to drive a political wedge between England and Academy City.”
Touma narrowed his eyes, “So, we know she’s going to attack, but do we have any idea when?”
Tsuchimikado smiled, leaning in and looking ready to explain, “Well, believe it or not, I’m not completely useless as a spy…”
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“Thank you for your time today, Misaka-san,” the friendly photographer smiled, bowing politely.
“Of course, thank you!” Mikoto nodded, trying to hide her nervous shuffling.
Over the course of the photoshoot, she couldn’t help but notice the sensation of her bladder steadily filling. It wasn’t even like she was desperate, but her recent paranoia over her accident only heightened the feeling of pressure building up, and she was glad that the photoshoot was over and done with.
“Do you want one of our assistants to see you to the door?” the director for the photoshoot asked.
“T-that’s alright! I can manage, thank you,” Mikoto replied politely, not wanting to trouble one of their assistants, especially since she wanted to make a trip to the bathroom before leaving. She entered the elevator, and once the doors were closed, she shuffled around more openly.
What am I so worried about? I don’t have to go that bad yet, and it’s not like I won’t be able to get to the bathroom as soon as I reach the ground floor. Geez, I have to get that accident the other day out of my head…
The elevator chimed as the doors opened onto the ground floor, and Mikoto stepped out, looking around for the restrooms. She had passed by them countless times before while coming here, but now, perhaps because she needed to go, they seemed to have completely vanished. She looked around the front reception, trying to spot any signs even pointing her in the right direction, but she came up empty.
Maybe I should’ve asked for that assistant, then I could’ve asked them…
Mikoto considered asking the receptionist, but there didn’t seem to be anyone at the desk, and she would feel awkward waiting around for them to return just to ask where the restrooms are, doubly so if it turned out she was just missing an obvious sign somewhere.
I don’t have to go that much yet, I should just stop somewhere on the way home.
Mikoto reluctantly left the studio and headed out onto the streets of District 7. She was in one of the more commercial areas of the District, so she figured it wouldn’t take her too long to find a place to go. As she headed down the street, she nervously tried to push the feeling of her filling bladder to the back of her mind, and focused on finding an easy place to stop.
It didn’t take her long to find a small, somewhat shabby convenience store nearby, and she slipped inside. She didn’t like the odds of the restrooms in such a run-down place being particularly clean, but she just wanted to empty her bladder as soon as she could. She started making her way towards the back where the signs were, but the clerk at the front cleared her throat and motioned to a notice posted above the cash register.
“Restrooms are for paying customers only. Must pay before use.”
Mikoto crossed her arms, annoyed, and considered storming out just on principle, but a slight twinge from her bladder made her pause. She sighed and looked around for something quick and cheap to buy, all the while keenly feeling her bladder continue to slowly fill. While it had been only a nagging sensation when she left the studio, the constant delays in her getting to a bathroom was starting to make her feel the urge. She shuffled as she browsed the drinks for something to quench her thirst as she walked home in the summer heat, but just as she was about to pick something, her phone rang in her pocket.
She pulled it out and noticed it was Kuroko. She answered immediately.
“Kurok-”
“Nee-sama! There’s a crazy situation going on over here, and we need your help!”
Suddenly, Mikoto’s bladder was the least of her worries. Adrenaline surged through her from Kuroko’s panicked tone, and Mikoto clenched onto the phone tightly. Kuroko was always insistent that Mikoto stay out of Judgment business, so if even she was calling for help, she must be in some serious trouble.
“Where are you, what’s the situation?”
“We’re in District 10, by the entrance to the abandoned underground mall!” Kuroko began, “We got reports that the Skill-Out gang known as the White Ravens were going to overrun the nuclear facility and use it as a bargaining chip to hold the whole City hostage. Anti-Skill and Judgment organized a raid, but-”
Kuroko was cut off by what sounded like gunfire, followed by a loud blast.
“Kuroko!”
“I’m fine! But seriously, I don’t know what these guys are doing, but even though they’re supposed to be Skill-Out, it’s like they all have esper abilities! We’re getting overrun! Can you lend us a hand?”
“Of course!”
“Thank you, Nee-sama! Let me know when you get to the outskirts of District 10, I can teleport you the rest of the way!”
“Got it!”
Mikoto rushed out the doors to the convenience store and gained her bearings. District 10 bordered District 7 to the south, so she oriented herself and began charging her way there. She quickly slipped into the back alleys so she could more openly use her electromagnetism to pull her along as a faster form of transport.
She had all but forgotten needing to pee until a particularly rough landing jostled her bladder, and she grit her teeth, pushing it to the back of her mind. Her urge was noticeable, but her friends were more important, and she knew Kuroko was fighting hard waiting for her. With any luck, she could charge in, solve the situation quickly, and find a restroom shortly afterwards. She didn’t like the idea of getting into an extended fight on a full bladder, but she wasn’t desperate enough to risk stopping anywhere at this point.
She reached one of the main intersections on the border of District 10 and called Kuroko again. In an instant, Kuroko appeared before her.
“Onee-samaaaa~!” Kuroko cried, practically tackling her, “I’m happy to see you!”
“H-hey!” Mikoto exclaimed in surprise as Kuroko latched onto her. The movement jostled her bladder and she resisted the urge to shuffle around. Kuroko was the LAST person she wanted to know that she had to pee, even if it wasn’t urgent yet.
“We should head back now,” Kuroko instantly switched from gushing over Mikoto to being stark serious, “Are you ready?”
Mikoto nodded, “Take me there, Kuroko!”
The two teleported back, and Mikoto found herself tucked behind an armored van, with Anti-Skill and members of Judgment all around her. Just as Kuroko said, she could see a number of Skill-Out gang members, but each one of them was using some sort of ability. A rough, burly-looking man was shooting fire out of his hands, holding back a number of Anti-skill with riot shields. A muscular woman with tattoos running up her arms and neck was shooting spouts of water at a member of Judgment, who was freezing them in midair with his own ability. A slender, tall gang member was swinging around a sword, and large, heavy objects followed his blade’s movements. He sent them flying with another swing, recklessly aiming for both Anti-skill and Judgment members alike. It was chaos, and unlike anything Mikoto had ever seen before.
Kuroko immediately radioed in to Uiharu, who, as usual, was away from the frontlines, but monitoring everything from a safe distance.
“Uiharu, I’m back, and Nee-sama is here with me!”
“You’re just in time! I just heard from Anti-skill that they saw a separate team break off and cut through the underground mall! It looks like they’re headed in the direction of the nuclear facility! Most of the forces are held up there, so if you could slip past them and intercept the other team, we should be able to cut them off!”
“Got it,” Kuroko replied, “You heard her, right, Nee-sama?”
“Yes!”
Kuroko grabbed onto Mikoto and they teleported again, landing in the darkness of the abandoned mall, past the majority of the White Ravens. They tucked down to avoid being seen, knowing full well this was likely part of the White Raven’s territory, and that there could be members anywhere.
“We should make our way towards the back exit quickly, we should be able to catch up with the other team!” Mikoto suggested.
Kuroko nodded, and the two began running towards the rear of the underground mall. It opened up onto a side street and the second team would have to take a roundabout route to get to the nuclear facility. As they ran, each step sent a jolt through Mikoto’s bladder, and she once again tried to ignore it. Teleporting twice earlier also hadn’t helped. As used to Kuroko’s teleports as she was, they always disoriented her and jostled her insides, and that only made the feeling of fullness in her abdomen worse.
I need to finish this up quickly!
Mikoto said that, but she had seen the kinds of abilities each of the White Ravens were using. If they were Esper abilities, they were at least at the power of a Level 3, if not a Level 4. Worse still, she figured they would save their strongest members for the team headed towards the nuclear facility. She was definitely in for a prolonged fight, and she was starting to regret not relieving herself somewhere before meeting up with Kuroko.
I only hope my bladder can hold out, and that I don’t have a repeat of the other day…
---
Touma and Tsuchimikado were running down the streets of Academy City, headed straight for District 10. Tsuchimikado had explained to Touma the White Raven’s plan that he had caught wind of, and they were now headed straight for the White Raven’s hideout.
Or, at least, they would’ve been, if it weren’t for the distant sounds of a conflict elsewhere in District 10.
“Damn, and I’d been hoping to get the drop on them, too. I guess my information was off,” Tsuchimikado sighed.
“Well, all we can do is get there as quickly as possible, and stop them from taking over the nuclear plant, right?”
Tsuchimikado frowned, “It’s possible that will stop the conflict, but keep in mind, what Raechel Lancaster told the White Ravens to do is not necessarily what she’s after. She’s leading them on too, after all, and as good as my intelligence-gathering is, I could only ascertain the plans that she relayed to Skill-Out. In fact, I think it’s quite likely that the attack on the nuclear facility is jut a cover for some ulterior motive.”
“Then how are we supposed to stop her if we don’t even know her real goal?”
“Well, even if she was lying to the White Ravens, since it’s her plan, they’d be likely to expect her to help them lead the charge. I’m sure she’ll be directing things somewhere from the frontlines. Our priority now is to get to the fight, and locate Lancaster as quickly as possible before she can set her true plan into motion.”
“Got it!”
With that, the two continued charging forwards, heading straight for the sounds of gunfire and fighting in the distance. By the time they got there, there were already a significant number of Anti-Skill and Judgment members fighting the White Ravens, who were using the Lazarus bandages openly and freely, wrapping around their arms and legs.
However, almost suddenly, one member of the White Ravens collapsed abruptly, screaming out in pain, and Tsuchimikado grit his teeth.
“What’s wrong? Why did he suddenly collapse?” Touma asked.
“Did you forget what I said the Lazarus bandages do? They turn ‘normal people’ into ‘magicians’, or at least, they allow normal people to harness magic without proper training. But these aren’t ‘normal people’. Even if they’re Level 0s, they’re still espers. Their body will eventually break down from its use.”
Touma immediately looked to the other White Raven members, still using the bandages to cast spells.
“Then how come everyone else isn’t collapsing? I thought an esper’s body rejects magic violently?”
“Ordinarily, it does,” Tsuchimikado explained, nodding, “But in this case, the Lazarus bandages are designed to handle most of the spell-casting. They’re serving as a barrier separating these Level 0s from the magic. Of course, it’s only a partial separation, so with each use, they’re bodies are slowly accumulating damage from the magic. I bet with how hard they’re fighting, that by now all of them are in serious pain at the very least.”
Touma clenched his fists, “So, Raechel turned them into her own disposable pawns, knowing full well eventually their bodies would give out!?”
“Yeah,” Tsuchimikado grit his teeth, looking down at the member who collapsed and stood up, “Touma, I’ll stay here and help deal with the gang members who collapse. Anti-Skill won’t know how to properly handle their wounds. You go on ahead and find Raechel Lancaster. Hopefully she’s headed to that building over there in the distance, that’s the nuclear facility they’re supposedly after.”
Touma, too, clenched his jaw, and nodded, balling his right fist, “Right!”
He began charging forwards, trying to push past towards the nuclear facility. He seemed to get noticed by one of the White Raven members, who charged at him and launched a strong gust of wind his way. Touma instinctively held up his right hand and the gust of wind was negated, catching the gang member off-guard. Touma then charged forwards at them, quickly placing his hand on the wrappings around the man’s arm. Instantly the Lazarus bandages were ripped apart, and the White Raven member reacted in shock.
Before he could regain his senses, Touma threw a single punch at him, hitting him square in the jaw and knocking him onto his back. No other White Raven members seemed eager to chase after him, so he continued to charge forwards, past the frontline, and eventually made it past. A couple of White Raven members began chasing after him. There were too many for Touma to take out at once, and his priority was the facility, so he tried to lose them. However, they were hot on his tail, and they were also throwing spells his way to stop him or slow him down.
One bent down, and a line of ice shot out towards his foot, binding him in place. As Touma tried to break the ice free, another one charged straight at him, swinging at him with a bat.
Suddenly, sparks shot out from the side and struck the White Raven member with the bat. He recovered, looking around, only to get pelted by a stream of rubber bullets.
Touma, meanwhile, was able to break free just as another member of the white ravens, a woman with glasses, charged at him. Touma side-stepped her punch, which erupted into fire that shot past him harmlessly. He then grabbed her arm with his hand, once again immediately destroying the Lazarus bandages wrapped around it. She staggered backwards into the third member who was chasing him, and they both tumbled over. Before either could get back up, a familiar face jumped in and quickly zapped both of them, incapacitating them as well before looking up at Touma.
“Misaka is surprised to see you here, Misaka lies, unsurprised you’d charge into danger recklessly.”
“Ah, Misaka, I’m surprised to see you here too,” Touma replied, seemingly ignoring her quip about him being reckless.
Standing before him was Misaka 10032, one of Misaka Mikoto’s clones who now lived freely in Academy City. She was wearing her special military-grade goggles over her eyes and holding a rifle loaded with rubber bullets for suppression.
“Misaka was enjoying a nice stroll through the city when she heard the commotion, and decided to make her way here. That’s when Misaka saw you getting chased, and thought to offer her assistance, Misaka explains.”
“Ah, well, if you want to help me, I’m looking for the person who’s behind all of this! Apparently they’re headed to that nuclear facility,” Touma pointed up at the building still in the distance, but now much closer.
“Misaka will accompany you, Misaka agrees. Misaka has been training her abilities somewhat, and is eager to show off.”
Touma didn’t seem to catch it, but the slightest blush crept up onto her face as she admitted that.
“Thanks a bunch, Misaka! Come on!”
Grateful for the extra help, Touma began charging down the street again, making a beeline for the nuclear facility. 10032 charged down the street after him. It had been a while since she had seen him, and on top of that, she had heard of his time together with the original, which just so happened to coincide with what she considered the most embarrassing day of her life, where a weird quirk of the Misaka Network had filled her bladder suddenly, and she ultimately wound up wetting herself in the middle of the street.
She found out a couple of things after that incident. The first was that the phenomenon was, indeed, caused by Last Order, the controller of the Misaka Network who was linked to each and every one of the remaining clones. Since then, the phenomenon seemed to be subsiding, but she had experienced it a few more times. The other thing she found out was, that on that day, Touma and Misaka Mikoto herself went to Infinity Festival, the same amusement park that had been her original destination. If she hadn’t been caught in such an embarrassing situation, she might’ve even met up with them at the park.
Hehe, Misaka can imagine the Original’s face if Misaka had shown up there suddenly… hehehe…
Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, 10032 looked forwards, gazing at the back of Touma’s head as he charged forwards with determination. Today was her day to spend time with him, and no strange phenomenon with her bladder was going to ruin that.
---
“I’m from Judgment, get back here!” Kuroko called out, bringing attention to her arm band as she chased a bunch of members of the White Raven. There seemed to be a team of 8 or 9 members heading towards the back of the mall, carrying some sort of device. They had caught them off-guard and they immediately began running. If Mikoto was going to guess, this was the crew headed for the nuclear plant.
“Damn brats,” one of them, a lanky man with an open shirt, called back.
“Be careful,” A larger man in the front chided, “Both of them are high-level Espers. Especially the brown-haired girl. She’s the Railgun.”
“The third-strongest?” Another member, a girl wearing an oversized hoodie called back, turning to look at Mikoto directly.
“Shit, that is her!” the lanky man called.
“Daisuke,” the large man in the front turned around, “Me, Fumiko, Haru, and Shizu will stay here and hold them off! You take Miyagawa-san and the others and take the nuclear plant.”
“I’m counting on you, Handa,” another man towards the front, Daisuke, nodded, and the group split.
The lanky man, the large man, named Handa, the girl with the hoodie, and another woman wearing a tank top and pants turned around and stayed to face them.
Mikoto grit her teeth. All that running had done a number on her bladder, and the last thing she wanted was an all-out fight. Unfortunately, it was 4-on-2, and she knew she was dealing with Skill-Out members who were now effectively ability users.
She immediately shot out an arc of lightning at the largest man, who seemed to be their leader. He dodged swiftly, and countered with a jet of flame. Mikoto dodged backwards, wincing as she hit the ground hard. All the vibrations went straight to her full bladder.
Trying not to let that phase her, she immediately aimed another arc at the large man, but it was blocked by some sort of barrier created by the woman with the tank-top. She then charged forwards at Mikoto with an iron pipe, and Mikoto was forced to side-step to dodge. She wound up and kicked the woman, her leg sparking with electricity, but once again, she put up some kind of barrier that blocked her attack in midair.
Mikoto looked over to see if Kuroko was faring any better, but it looked like she was in the middle of trying to pin down the girl with the hoodie, while the lanky man was using some sort of ability to increase his speed. Even with Kuroko’s teleportation, he seemed impossible to catch.
“Where are you looking, sweetie?” the woman asked.
She lowered the barrier and grabbed Mikoto’s leg, which was no longer charged with electricity. She swung Mikoto around and tossed her, sending her tumbling to the ground. Mikoto gasped and squeezed her thighs together at the shock to her bladder. She pressed and squeezed her legs together as she pushed herself up off the ground, trying not to give too much away about her need to pee.
Wanting to finish the fight quickly, she charged up electricity as the woman once again charged in with the pipe. She swung it at Mikoto, aiming for a blow to the head, but Mikoto grabbed a hold of it directly as she blocked it, sparks flying from her hair.
“Bad idea,” Mikoto glared at her. The woman barely had time to react before a powerful surge of electricity went through the pipe and hit the woman directly. No barrier to block that.
The woman fell over just as Kuroko finished off the other two, finally catching the speeding man and pinning him to the ground with her nails. The two then turned their attention to the larger man, who sighed and turned around to run, rather than put up a fight.
“Oh no you don’t!” Kuroko called out as she began chasing after him. Mikoto paused. The fight earlier had definitely jostled her around, and now she was seriously feeling the need to pee. She looked around, shuffling her legs together as she realized her need to pee was growing quite urgent.
Could I slip away and use the restrooms here? It’s abandoned, so I don’t even know if they’re open! Besides, I can’t leave Kuroko on her own!
Gritting her teeth, she charged forwards after Kuroko. Handa slipped into some sort of side-room in the mall, and Kuroko went charging after him. Mikoto ran after them too, and soon the two of them found themselves in a large, open rectangular room with doors on both sides.
Handa slipped through the door on the other side of the room, and suddenly Mikoto heard a loud click come from the other side. Kuroko got to the door first, and tried to open it to continue their pursuit, but the door seemed locked.
Mikoto, who was still on the other side of the room, turned around to check the door behind her, but that too was locked.
“Nee-sama, I think we’re trapped,” Kuroko replied, turning to Mikoto with a worried expression.
“What?” Misaka exclaimed, a bit more worried than normal due to her current state of desperation, “Can’t you teleport us out of here?”
“I’ve already tried, but there’s something about this room, it’s affecting my abilities.”
Mikoto tested her own abilities, and she was still able to control her electricity just fine.
“Stand back,” Mikoto warned, and Kuroko immediately jumped back from the door. Mikoto retrieved an arcade coin from her pocket and pointed it at the locked door. She fired a Railgun directly at it, but the blast exploded outwards and seemed to dissipate into the walls the second it struck the door.
Suddenly, a crackling could be heard, and a voice came over speakers built into the ceiling of the room. It was Handa, the man they’d been chasing.
“It’s no use. This room was built for testing Esper abilities. It’s equipped with an emergency AIM-field jammer, which is why you can’t teleport out of there,” Handa explained, “Apparently your unique ability as an electromaster allows you to block out the electromagnetic frequencies that the jammer uses, but the walls and doors are reinforced. You won’t be getting through anytime soon.”
“You led us into a trap!” Kuroko called out.
“We had this set up in case any particularly powerful espers got involved,” Handa admitted, “Though, I feel rather lucky I wasn’t up against any of the other Level 5s.”
“Let us out of here!” Mikoto yelled, but she realized it was useless. They were truly trapped, and the only one who knew they were down there was Handa himself. They couldn’t count on a speedy rescue.
Ordinarily, that would’ve been annoying, but right now, for Mikoto, it was more than an inconvenience that put her out of the fight. She had to pee. She really had to pee. Not only that, but she was now trapped in the room with Kuroko, the one person she desperately didn’t want to find out that she had to pee, and that would likely tease her relentlessly if she found out.
Mikoto grit her teeth, feeling her bladder spasm in her abdomen as she glared at the door. Out of sheer frustration, she pulled out one, two, three, four more arcade coins and tried to blast down the door, firing off railgun after railgun in quick succession.
By the end, she was standing there, panting and squirming in place, as the smoke cleared to reveal the door wasn’t even dented.
Suddenly, she was struck by a powerful wave of desperation, and she immediately doubled over, a motion that Kuroko misidentified as her having overexerted herself.
“Nee-sama, are you okay?”
Mikoto played it up, collapsing to the floor and conveniently letting her hands slip between her legs as she sat down, trying to force back the urge to pee. She managed to regain herself and looked up at Kuroko, who was staring down at her, worried.
“I’m fine,” she lied, trying to hide her desperate shuffling as much as possible.
This is bad! This is really bad, I can’t ignore it anymore, I’m definitely desperate! It’s not quite at the level as it was that day at Infinity Festival, but…
Mikoto rubbed her legs together and tried not to think about the very real possibility that, now that she was trapped here, she could seriously wind up wetting herself.
---
Misaka 10032 and Touma were almost at the nuclear facility, and were keeping their eyes peeled for any signs of the White Raven. Surprisingly, however, despite this supposedly being the gang’s objective, the area around the facility was eerily quiet.
Of course, there were Anti-Skill vans and barricades set up around it, and Misaka was sure they wouldn’t just let her and Touma charge past just because they said they were helping, so they were now slipping in through the back alleys.
They were making their way through a rather narrow one, with Touma leading the way and Misaka close behind, when suddenly the Misaka felt an unfortunately familiar sensation strike her abdomen.
Misaka can’t believe this. This is the worst time for that phenomenon to return.
Indeed, despite being comfortably empty not moments ago, suddenly 10032’s bladder filled up, and rather suddenly too. She found herself taking advantage of being out of Touma’s line of sight and shuffling desperately, briefly pressing her hand against her crotch.
The desperation had come on quickly, and Misaka was trying to regain control. She hoped that it was just from the initial shock of her needing to pee so suddenly, but even as she shuffled behind Touma, the urge to pee didn’t subside.
Misaka can’t believe this. It’s worse than the other times. Misaka isn’t sure if she can even fight like this.
And yet, she wanted to impress Touma, and today she was spending time with him, at least as far as trying to resolve a dangerou situation with a Skill-Out gang could be considered spending time together. She cursed at her bladder and the strange phenomenon for trying to ruin that now, and tried to think about what she was going to do.
Misaka can’t just slip off and use the back alleys. He’ll notice that right away. Can Misaka hold it through the fight?
As if trying to answer that question for her, her bladder spasmed again, and she rubbed her thighs together and fought back yet another wave as she tried not to make it too obvious that she was slowing down and walking awkwardly.
“It looks like this alley gets really tight up ahead, we’ll have to go in sideways,” Touma pointed out, “Maybe we shouldn’t have come this way after all.”
“It’s better than running into Anti-Skill in an already tense situation, Misaka points out.”
The last thing she wanted to do at this point was turn back and make their trip longer.
Touma squeezed in before her, and then 10032 squeezed in after. At first, she didn’t mind the narrow walls. She was able to conceal more of her urgent shuffling with the awkwardness of her sideways walk. Unfortunately, the walls narrowed even tighter, and she could feel them squeeze up against her. The tight alleyway pressed down on her distended bladder, and her sudden desperation shot through the roof once more.
Misaka is going to pee. Misaka can’t hold it. Misaka needs to get out of this alley right now.
She could feel the pressure build as she desperately fought against her bladder, but it felt like she was going to leak any second. Even worse, Touma was turned sideways too, and could see her. He was also struggling a lot more through the narrow passage, slowing down their progress.
10032 wanted to shamelessly hold herself. To reach down and press down hard on her crotch to keep the sudden flood of urine inside of her. Unfortunately, she just happened to be in the alley with the one person in Academy City she wouldn’t dare do that in front of.
She let out a small gasp as she felt a leak escape into her panties and froze. She froze and clenched all her muscles with all her might. She managed to stop before her leak turned into a full-on trickle, but she could feel a damp patch on the crotch of her panties. She sincerely hoped that, if she did make it out of this alley dry, that she wouldn’t have to do much jumping around in the upcoming fight.
Somehow, she managed to maintain her composure and hold it all the way through the alley, and as Touma stretched obliviously next to her, sighing about how glad he was to be able to move properly, 10032 was practically dancing in desperation behind him.
Please don’t turn around. Please don’t turn around. Please don’t turn around, Misaka begs.
Once she regained a semblance of her composure, she continued onwards with Touma. Unfortunately, that also meant running again, and now, each step sent uncomfortable vibrations through her bladder. She was full glad she was wearing her goggles. She was sure they were doing a lot to conceal the beads of sweat on her forehead, and the discomfort, or what little there was on her stoic face.
After some uncomfortable running, the two successfully made it to the nuclear facility. However, it didn’t appear like anyone was here yet.
“Looks like we made it here before they did… that is, if they’re even still headed this way,” Touma noted.
“Maybe Misaka should look around, just in case, Misaka suggests.”
While Misaka did want to help Touma and look around, she also very urgently wanted to slip away so she could relieve herself somewhere.
“No, we should stay together,” Touma immediately shot down, “We don’t know what their plans are, or how many of them are headed this way.”
Misaka nodded, rubbing her thighs together subtly, and clenching her teeth, somewhat annoyed that her plan didn’t work.
Misaka should just tell him she needs to pee. That would be the normal thing to do in this situation. So why does Misaka get so nervous just with the thought of saying it out loud?
Logically, she knew that continuing to hold it in this impossible situation and inevitably wetting herself would be far more embarrassing than just admitting that she had to go, but 10032 was having an incredibly difficult time actually mustering the courage to say it out loud.
Another strong wave of desperation struck Misaka, and she immediately tensed up, resisting the urge to jam her hands down her skirt with all she had. She was sure she was going to let out another leak, but somehow, she was able to bring her body under control just by squeezing her thighs together and trying not to make her desperate squirms obvious to the spiky-haired boy in front of her.
That was enough to make up her mind. 10032 turned to Touma and opened her mouth, ready to admit her urgent need and excuse herself.
Unfortunately, just then, the two heard voices, and Touma quickly grabbed Misaka’s hand. He lunged behind a large piece of machinery as the voices grew closer. The shock made Misaka leak again, but with Touma’s attention focused on the voices, she was able to grab herself and regain control once more. Now, however, the wet patch on her panties was bigger and uncomfortable, and 10032 couldn’t help but squirm as they crouched down to observe.
Four figures made their way around the corner. There was a tall man with tattoos across his body, an elegant blonde-haired woman with green eyes, a tall, but rather plain-looking man, and another woman who was shirtless except for a chest wrap, and was holding a katana prominently on her shoulders.
They were accompanied by another woman, with long violet hair, wearing a familiar cloak. Touma immediately narrowed his eyes.
“That’s Raechel Lancaster, she’s the one behind all of this.”
They made their way to the center of the power plant and placed what appeared to be a giant trunk on the ground. It looked like they were discussing something, but 10032 couldn’t focus at all on what they were saying. All she could focus on was her full bladder, and how much she just wanted to rush off behind another machine and let it all out.
Suddenly, another spasm shot through her, and she staggered, jamming her heel hard against her crotch to regain control. The sudden movement made a noise, and the four members of the White Raven and Raechel all stopped talking. They looked around, and 10032 and Touma both held their breath.
Unfortunately, they all seemed to zone in on their position regardless, and the woman with the katana sliced towards them, and a wave of energy shot out, striking the machine they were crouched behind. It split open violently and both Touma and Misaka barely had enough time to dodge. Misaka lunged backwards out of the way and nearly wet herself as she landed.
There was chance for a bathroom break anymore, and Misaka wouldn’t be able to slip off to pee somewhere either. She only desperately hoped that she could hold out throughout the fight, even as she desperately fought back against another leak.
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I have to pee! I have to pee! I have to pee! I have to pee! I have to pee! I have to pee! Oh my god, I have to pee!
Mikoto was really starting to struggle.
She was sitting stark still, trying desperately not to squirm, or hold herself, or give anything away to Kuroko. But it was starting to become more and more impossible for her to hide her desperation.
Her bladder felt like a rock, sitting swollen and uncomfortable in her abdomen. The adrenaline from all the action had pushed her growing desperation to the back of her mind, but now all that running around on a full bladder was starting to hit her hard. She was currently sitting on the floor with her heel jammed subtly against her crotch, but even that was only giving her a sliver of relief.
“Onee-sama, you look unwell, are you okay?” Kuroko asked. She plopped down next to her and hugged her, something which only served to further justle Mikoto’s full bladder.
Hiding her irritation, Mikoto nodded, “Y-yes, sorry, I’m just worried about what’s happening outside. You still can’t get in touch with Uiharu or anyone?”
“No luck,” Kuroko sighed, “I bet along with jamming esper abilities, this room jams radio communications too.”
Mikoto sighed and gritted her teeth. There really was no telling how long they’d be stuck in here. That was bad for a number of different reasons, but most urgently was that Mikoto was quickly running out of time, and she knew it.
I can’t believe this! This was the one situation I was afraid of, getting stuck in a situation where I have to hold it! And I was so careful, too! I really just should’ve gone earlier!
Hindsight would not save Mikoto from her full bladder now, however, and as she tried to lean back and focus on holding it, she was struck with another strong, desperate wave, and she stifled a gasp as she squeezed her legs together and tried not to break out into a full-on pee dance in front of Kuroko.
Kuroko was still fiddling with her phone, testing if she could get any signal out there, so Mikoto got away with it this time, but she knew that sooner or later, Kuroko would find out that she was desperate. Mikoto just really, really hoped that wouldn’t be when her bladder gave out and she wet herself in front of her roommate, again.
“Onee-sama, what if… what if we’re stuck in here all night, what if we’re trapped, with no way out, forever?” Kuroko began, clearly being melodramatic, and Mikoto was worried about where she was going with it, “So, Onee-sama, if we wind up dying here, won’t you at least grace me with your first kis-zzzzzzssssaaaaauuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhh!”
Kuroko had puckered her lips and leaned into Mikoto, and had received a nasty shock for her troubles. Mikoto was usually annoyed at Kuroko’s shenanigans and theatrics, but now of all times she had almost no patience for them.
“How cruel, Onee-sama! To think that you would reject my advances even in a dire situation like this, I’m wounded!”
“Knock it off!” Mikoto crossed her arms, snapping at Kuroko a bit more than usual due to her desperate situation, “They’ll resolve this situation and find us soon enough, I’m sure.”
Mikoto said that, but realistically, with how strong the White Ravens seemed, she had no reason to believe that. Worse still, Kuroko even just suggesting they might be trapped in there for an extended period of time was enough to make Mikoto’s swollen bladder tighten in protest, trying to squeeze out it’s pent-up contents, as if to say “you’re going to be here for a while, so might as well just let it out”.
The wave that struck Mikoto from that was too much. She felt a leak escape into her panties. She tried to squeeze down on it to stop it, but when she felt herself dribble again, Mikoto was forced to drop all pretenses and jam both hands between her legs. She pressed her fingers tight against her crotch and squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a desperate moan as she fought to stem the flow.
She managed it, and she felt the wave subside before she wound up leaking into her panties anymore. Unfortunately, even though she managed to contain the flood, her display did not go unnoticed my Kuroko, who was sitting next to her with a sly, knowing look on her face.
“Oho~” Kuroko smiled, holding a hand up to her face, “Could it be? Perhaps the reason why my Onee-sama rejected me so harshly earlier is because… she needs to pee?”
“S-shut up!” Mikoto blushed, “I don’t have… I don’t have to pee!”
“Oh, come now, Onee-sama,” Kuroko teased, “You’re squirming around desperately! It’s clear that you’re absolutely bursting!”
If Mikoto wasn’t using them to stopper up all the pent up urine trying to escape, she would’ve buried her head in her hands. This was exactly the situation she wanted to avoid. Now Kuroko knew she had to pee, and she was sure the red-haired girl wouldn’t let up on the teasing.
“You’re not going to wet yourself again, are you, Onee-sama?” Kuroko teased, and Mikoto immediately shot daggers at her.
“Of course not! I can hold it, I just…” Mikoto looked away, “Please stop teasing me about it!”
Mikoto expected more teasing to come her way, but surprisingly, Kuroko nodded, merely once again wrapping her arms around Mikoto, taking care not to shake her this time, and nodding.
“Alright, hang in there, Onee-sama!”
Mikoto was grateful for Kuroko’s understanding, but even with that, and the fact that she was now openly holding it in front of her, Mikoto was seriously wondering if she was seriously going to be able to hold it until they made it out of here. She closed her eyes, focusing on holding it, and desperately hoped that the situation outside would resolve itself.
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At the nuclear facility, the battle had truly started. Touma had his hands full trying to fight off both the unassuming man with brown hair, and the woman with the katana. Meanwhile, Misaka was struggling with the other two members of the White Raven, the woman with long, blonde hair, and the large man with tattoos. Touma’s true target, Raechel Lancaster, was behind, seemingly setting something up in the background.
Although, technically speaking, Misaka 10032 was also struggling with a hidden third opponent, her overfull bladder, which was making dodging attacks, let alone countering with any of her own, incredibly difficult.
She dodged to the side and dove behind cover just as the woman with the long blonde hair shot at her with what looked like a normal gun. From what Misaka had gathered, her name was Sugita, and she seemed to be the only one not using an ability. Whatever that weird black tape was, she didn’t have it wrapped around her arms.
The larger man covered in tattoos, however, was using an ability, and 10032 barely managed to dodge again just as he swung around the corner with his fist. The black wrappings around them glowed and the wall where Misaka had just been cracked from the sheer force of the punch. Whatever he was using, it was not normal human strength.
She nearly staggered and leaked again as the jolt from her dodge shot through her, but she managed to ignore it and through sheer will hold on. She then fired back at the man with her own gun, and he too dove behind cover. Unfortuantely, the vibrations from merely firing the weapon went straight through her, and 10032 nearly doubled over in an attempt not to lose it right there.
This is bad. Misaka can’t fight like this. Misaka can barely focus on holding it, let alone the fight…
She quickly tried to charge up energy for an electric shock, but before she had the chance, Sugita had closed in. She aimed the gun directly at 10032, and Misaka barely had the chance to dodge to the side and grab Sugita’s arm before twisting it to try to get her to drop the weapon. Before she did, however, the tattooed man charged in, his fist glowing again, and 10032 was forced to lunge back yet again.
She once again stumbled from the sheer jolt to her bladder her actions caused. This time, however, she managed to recover fast enough to retaliate with a jolt of electricity straight into Sugita. She spasmed and fell backwards, and the man with the tattoos charged in angrily. Misaka then tried to suppress him with her gun, but once again the recoil sent vibrations straight into her bladder, and Misaka lightened up off the trigger.
The man started charging her again, and 10032 made her choice. She once again held down the trigger and fired straight at him, pelting him with rubber rounds meant for suppression.. The vibrations caused her to let out a leak, and then another, but she merely squeezed her muscles as tightly as she could and pushed the man back. She then charged up another strong electric current and the arc swung like a whip as it struck the man square in the chest. He staggered backwards and fell down, incapacitated.
Misaka nearly doubled over as she jammed both hands between her legs, barely managing to stave off her leaks before they became something more substantial. Even then, she could feel it. The crotch of her panties were soaked, and she doubted she’d be able to hold on through any more leaks.
Luckily for her, she was able to watch the end of Touma’s fight as well. The woman with the katana had kept him at bay, but as soon as he managed to charge in, he destroyed the strange black wrappings on her arms and legs, and after that he caught her off guard with an upper-cut to the jaw.
Seeing he was the last man standing, the unassuming man sighed, and unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was covered with scars, and he had a tattoo of a large, white raven across his chest.
“I am Suno Daisuke, leader of the White Ravens, and I don’t intend to let a punk stop what we have set in motion,” he replied.
“I think you mean what I’ve set in motion,” Raechel spoke from behind him.
“W-what do you mean, Miyagawa-sa-mmmph!”
Raechel had opened the trunk-like device, and there were more wrappings much like the black wrappings around the White Raven members reaching out of it. These however, seemed to have a mind of their own. They wrapped around Daisuke and dragged him to the trunk, pinning him down, and suddenly an old, leather-bound book began floating out of it.
“First of all, my name’s not Miyagawa Reika. That was an alias I used to blend in. Secondly, I never intended to let you take the nuclear plant. You, nor any of your White Raven lackeys. I merely needed your body, and this location, which happens to be the perfect coordinates to harness the powers of this grimoire of mine. With it, I will invoke the Great Litany and destroy half of Academy City.”
10032 knew the stakes to this were high, but she never knew they were that high. However, as much as she wanted to keep fighting, all she could do to stay dry at this point was to stand there, desperately shuffling, as she watched Touma grit his teeth listening to Raechel’s plan.
“I needed the White Ravens to serve as a distraction, and I also needed a body other than my own to invoke the Grimoire. Well, I suppose I could’ve done so myself, but it would destroy my mind. So I also needed the Lazarus bandages to grant an unwitting pawn the ability to activate the spell in my stead.”
“You manipulated everyone into thinking you were fighting for them, and used them, even though you knew it would destroy their bodies. And for what, to destroy half of Academy City and frame it on Necessarius?”
“I need to force Necessarius into this war. They’ve been sitting back and letting things happen for far too long. They even made a deal with that rotten bastard. A stupid kid like you who doesn’t know anything about the history of magic, or the darkness in this city, can’t say anything about my plans!”
“To hell I can’t!”
Touma shot forwards and immediately punched Raechel square in the jaw. She seemed caught off-guard, looking up at Touma angrily.
“This city has its dark side, and you’re right, I don’t know a lot about the magic side, apart from what people want to tell me, but how many innocent lives do you think live in the half of Academy City you want to willingly destroy?”
Touma charged in again, and this time Raechel seemed prepared for it. She dodged to the side, and soon the two were fighting back and forth, with magic on one side and Touma’s Imagine Breaker on the other.
10032 simply watched. She briefly considered running off to pee while Touma was preoccupied, but she had to make sure he would be safe, and she wanted to be ready to step in if he needed her. Unfortunately, this also left her dancing on the sidelines, barely managing to keep all her pent-up urine inside.
Suddenly, a spot tucked away close by caught the corner of her eye. It was definitely nothing like a proper bathroom, but if she could slip away and let it out then and there, she could be back and ready to help Touma at a second’s notice, even more than ready, because she would no longer be fighting against her intense desperation.
She danced there desperately, holding herself openly by this point, and debated whether she should rush off while Touma was fighting, or stay and watch. It looked like he had the upper hand, but Raechel was fighting back well, and the last thing 10032 wanted to do was rush off just when Touma needed her the most.
She was torn, her bladder was screaming at her to go, but her desire to help Touma kept her planted there, dancing in place even though she was on the verge of wetting herself.
Suddenly, Touma charged at Raechel, and she dodged to the side, not wanting to get struck again. However, that seemed to be what Touma was counting on, he reached past her and placed his right hand on the bandages wrapping around Daisuke and pinning him in place, and the second he did, they practically exploded, ripping themselves to shreds and falling uselessly around them. Daisuke stood up, moving his limbs now that he was free, and the two glared at Raechel.
“W-wait! I can still activate the spell! I’ll have to do it myself now, but if one of you makes a single move, I’ll-”
Before she could continue, Touma dove in and punched her once more, striking her square in the jaw with a powerful crack. Before she could recover, Daisuke grabbed her hands and tied her up, before sitting down on the ground, looking defeated.
“Hey, thanks, kid,” Daisuke nodded at Touma.
“What do you plan to do now?” Touma asked.
“All of this is crazy. I don’t even know if I believe half of what you guys were saying with the spells and magic and shit. But all I know is that we were tricked, and our whole plan was a farce. I’ll tell the White Ravens to stand down. Whatever happens now happens.”
Satisfied with that, Touma nodded, and turned around, trying to find Misaka.
However, Misaka 10032 was no longer standing where she had been. The second she saw that the battle was won, she dashed off to find somewhere, anywhere to pee. Unfortunately, Touma had no way of knowing this, so naturally, he jumped to a far worse conclusion, that something must’ve happened to her.
“Misaka!” Touma called out, looking around.
He charged out of the nuclear facility and looked around down the street, barely managing to catch a glimpse of 10032 turning down an alleyway. Immediately, he began chasing after her, even as she desperately rushed off to find a suitable place to pee.
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Mikoto couldn’t hold it anymore.
She just couldn’t, she was at her limit. It didn’t matter how much she squirmed, or shuffled, or held on, she had taxed her bladder to the extreme. Somehow, she felt like she had to go even worse than the day she was with Touma, although she doubted she had been holding it nearly that long.
She danced and squirmed on the floor of the room she and Kuroko were locked in, even as Kuroko tried not to tease her too much about it.
As Mikoto fought off another painful, desperate wave, sweat rolling down her brow and her hands jammed against her crotch tightly, Kuroko spoke up again.
“Onee-sama… really, I don’t think you should try to hold it in anymore.”
“I-I’m fine, Kuroko!” Mikoto lied, though the two of them both knew she couldn’t fool anyone like this.
“Onee-sama, I will turn around, you can go,” Kuroko offered, “I promise I won’t peak, or listen to it, or smell it, or-”
Even in her desperate state, Mikoto was still able to let out an angry spark, “You’re not helping, Kuroko!”
“S-sorry, Onee-sama…”
Mikoto continued to struggle in silence, letting out another moan of desperation as she fought back another leak. This wave hit hard and fast, and she wasn’t entirely successful. She managed to leak enough that she could feel a coin-sized wet patch on her spats. She could only imagine the panties underneath were completely soaked.
“Of course, if it’s leaving a puddle behind that Onee-sama is so worried about, then I could offer myself up as-”
“Kuroko, please,” Mikoto practically begged. She was shaking at this point, “That’s not helping, I can hold it, I just… need to focus…”
Even as she said that, however, Mikoto’s resolve was seriously waning. It was just Kuroko here, after all, and no one would have any way of knowing if it was her’s or Kuroko’s. Her bladder was screaming out for relief, she was so desperate it almost hurt, and the very last thing she wanted to do was to wet herself.
Another strong wave hit Mikoto, and once again she let a leak out, the wet spot on her spats growing. It took all her willpower to stem the flow, but that was all she had left. She made up her mind.
“Okay, Kuroko, I’ll-”
Just as Mikoto resolved to pee right there, the sound of a click opened up. Handa opened up the door and pointed to the exit calmly.
“Boss just called, we got tricked. Our plan failed,” he spoke calmly, “You said you were from Judgment earlier, right? Well go ahead, arrest me.”
Before either of them could even respond, Mikoto had shot up and was rushing out the door. The running was doing a number on her already taxed bladder, and she could feel with each step she was letting out dribble after dribble, but she was beyond caring right now. She had gotten her freedom. She just needed to go.
The stairway Handa had came from head up to the side streets, and Mikoto looked around, dancing desperately as she tried to find her bearings. Of course, with the run-down state District 10 was in, there was no way she thought she was going to find an open convenience store or anywhere she could use the restroom proper. Out of time and options, Mikoto dived into the alleys, looking for a suitable place to pee.
Coincidentally, at the same time, Misaka 10032 had reached her limit, and found a dark alley. She tucked down, glancing down both ends of the alleyway, which were rather exposed, before hiking down her soaking panties. She hadn’t even fully squatted down before the dams burst. Her pee shot out of her in a powerful spray, splashing the wall in front of her with a loud hiss. She braced herself against the wall and let out a loud, pleasured sigh as she finally tasted the relief her bladder had been fighting her for.
Mikoto, who was equally at her limits, turned down the alley where 10032 was relieving herself, and the second she registered the sight, she nearly lost it right there. She tucked down out of the alley and grabbed herself, feeling small leaks start to dribble down her legs. She needed to do the same thing.
However, just then, she heard a familiar voice calling out, “Misaka!”
Oh no, not now! Please not now!
Despite her desperate pleas for it not to be him, Touma’s spiky hair poked out from around the alley. It was clear he was looking around.
“Oh, Biribiri! What a coincidence,” Touma looked down at Mikoto, who had somehow pulled herself into an upright position, “I was just looking for one of the Sisters, actually. Have you seen her come down this way? We were resolving a situation, but then she ran off before I could thank her, I’m wondering if she’s okay?”
“Yes, I saw her, she’s fine,” Mikoto smiled through clenched teeth. This was the one time she was grateful Touma was so dense, because her legs were shaking like crazy just from her sheer desperation
“Ah, well, which way did she go, I wanted to thank her for everything!”
“A-ah,” Mikoto cast a side-long glance down the alleyway where Misaka 10032 had been unabashedly relieving herself, “Well, I-”
Just then, Misaka 10032 poked her head around the corner, letting out a content sigh. She then spotted Mikoto and Touma standing there in the alley.
“Oh, were you looking for Misaka. Misaka’s sorry for running off like that, she really needed to go, Misaka admitted bashfully.”
Of course, she said it with a completely straight face. Moreover, Mikoto herself went as red as a tomato.
“D-don’t just say it out loud!”
“Huh, go where?” Touma asked, “Anyway, Biribiri, what are you doing here!”
“A-ah, I was- ah! No, no no no!”
All Mikoto wanted to do was get out of this situation so she could tuck behind another alley and finally relieve herself, but her body just wouldn’t let her. She had pushed herself past her limits, and unlike last time, even her shere resolve for not embarrassing herself in front of Touma could keep the floodgates shut.
She tried to turn around to at least get out of sight of Touma before she burst completely, but she could barely take two steps before she practically exploded. Her wet spats and already soaked panties seemed to offer little resistance as a powerful stream of hot pee shot out of her and splashed loudly onto the ground below. She staggered and barely caught herself by grabbing the wall as her legs practically turned to jelly. She stifled a loud moan of relief as she felt the flood of urine stream down her legs and soak into her socks and shoes.
It took a quite for the pressure to even subside, being replaced by a feeling of incredible relief and a dull ache from her strained bladder. She once again had to stifle a sigh of pleasure as she almost got lost in the sensation of finally letting out everything she had held in.
Even as she came down from the relief and the reality of her situation crashed down around her, her bladder still emptied itself out. A sizable puddle had pooled at her feet, and she still wasn’t completely empty.
By the time her stream trickled off and she was finally empty, she felt like she had been standing there wetting herself for minutes.
“Nice,” Misaka 10032 spoke from behind her, fully crushing all hope Mikoto had for pretending she and Touma weren’t there. She turned around, with Touma looking away, blushing and with a dumbfounded look on his face. Misaka, on the other hand, was looking straight at her, with half-lidded eyes and a smug smile as she held up a thumbs-up as if in approval for such a spectacular wetting.
Mikoto began to spark and sputter as her face turned at least 3 shades of red that Touma had not previously thought possible for a human being.
“YOU IDIOT!” She screamed, and lightning erupted from her hand and forehead, Striking Touma directly. Of course, Touma was able to cancel it out with Imagine Breaker, but he could read the writing on the wall.
“S-sorry!” Touma yelled. He went running down the alleyway, and 10032 followed after him, leaving Mikoto standing there by herself, looking down at her soaked clothes.
“How am I going to get home like this without someone seeing? If anyone sees me like this, there’s definitely going to be pictures all over the web! Even if I do somehow manage to avoid being seen, Kuroko’s supposed to do the laundry next, there’s no way I can hide this from her!”
Ironically, even though she had just chased him off, it was the iconic catchphrase of a certain spiky-haired boy that came to her mind right now, and she couldn’t help but utter it aloud.
“Such misfortune…”
End |
Chapter 2 of my story about Jordan and her friends, I decided to upload this separately since this chapter features a sex scene and I wanted to add that warning. Check out my Patreon for more stories like this and my twitter account @OmoFan5 for captions and other omo content!
Jordan knew college would be a time for experimentation and new experiences, but she never could’ve imagined this.
“Ugh, I need to pee so bad, I’m almost jealous of you Jordan.” Her friend and roommate in the front seat Grace joked.
“Well, did you bring any extras?” Jordan’s other friend who was driving, Will, asked.
“I thought you did! Well, looks like you better make that one last until we get back home.” Grace turned around to look at her friend.
An outside observer would probably have no clue what they were talking about, if you looked at Jordan you would just see a tall, athletic, brunette young woman wearing a baby blue hoodie, and a white tennis skirt. But it was what she had on underneath the skirt that made her blush at her friend's sentence.
“It’s fine, I’m still dry.” Jordan told the two in the front, who then congratulated her for that, which made her blush even harder. Jordan was wearing a pull-up, for the past two months now she had worn them regularly, with support and encouragement from her roommate Grace and her new boyfriend Will. Jordan had become fond of the feeling of a wet pull-up, and she knew both her friend and boyfriend enjoyed her “accidents” as well.
“Well if she’s still dry maybe she can take it off and give it to you.” Will joked.
“What! Then I’ll have nothing else underneath!” Jordan protested.
“Yeah, but I’m sure that’s what he wants, the perv.” Grace teased, causing Will to just shrug his shoulders. “Besides, I can hold it.”
“Are you trying to say I can’t?” Jordan asked.
“I mean…” Will began, causing them to all start laughing.
“Wait, don't make me laugh, I'm actually about to pee,” Grace said. “Wait, we're here finally, thank God.”
Jordan looked out the front window to see they arrived at a gravel parking lot. The three of them planned to do a quick hike then a picnic, they decided to do this during the afternoon on a school day so there wouldn’t be that many people present, and they were indeed the only car in the lot. Will knew the trail, and he’d be the one leading the way.
“C'mon let’s get the stuff out of the car.” Will told them, popping the trunk and unlocking the doors.
Once she stood up Jordan felt a pressure in her bladder she hadn’t felt while sitting in the car. She would need to pee soon too. When she went around to the trunk to help get out the things for the picnic they were having later, she saw Grace dancing around dramatically. Standing must’ve made her need to go worse too. Grace was blonde, paler, and a bit shorter than Jordan, but she was in good shape as well and she had thicker thighs and a rounder butt than her roommate. She was wearing a hoodie as well, but it was a black zip up one, and she had on a pair of jean shorts that she had both hands firmly clamped between.
“What’s wrong Grace? Are you going to have an accident?” Jordan enjoyed seeing her roommate desperate to pee for a change, and it wasn’t often she got to tease someone else for their desperation.
“Nah, I could hold it longer probably, I’m just really really REALLY full.” Grace said, still dancing around. Jordan noticed Will watching Grace, staring at her legs and ass as she moved them every which way. But this didn’t make her jealous, she actually sort of liked it. Jordan couldn’t really tell you what sort of relationship the three of them had, but whatever it was it was fun.
“Well let’s get going then, the site is like a thirty minute walk.” Will said, before walking into the woods leading the way.
Even though they were pretty sure they were the only ones there, Grace wanted to be further into the woods before she peed. Jordan walked behind her, watching her bounce and sway as she took small steps. Grace kept complaining and whining about her desperation, but Jordan kept quiet about hers. She could’ve gone at any time, but she would have to stop walking and that would make it extremely obvious what she was doing. Also she didn’t want to use the pull-up too soon, since it was the only one they had and she had nothing to change into if she soaked it.
As the group came up along a small creek, the running water seemed to have pushed Grace to her limit.
“Oh fuck I need to piss, okay I’m gonna go.” Jordan and Will both watched as Grace unzipped the fly on her shorts, quickly pulling them down as she squatted close to the ground. She used one hand to brace herself against a tree behind her, and the other hand to pull her shorts and panties up out of the way. This gave Jordan and Will a clear sight of her pussy, slightly glistening with a few thin blonde hairs around it. Jordan looked over at will and saw him staring, again, she didn’t feel jealous at all, and was in fact excited at the growing bulge in his shorts.
But even more exciting was the sight in front of her. Jordan looked back at her best friend's pussy, she saw it quiver, and then a strong, clear stream burst forth from between her lips. Grace sighed and looked up to the sky as the piss cascaded out of her furiously, the stream hitting the ground beneath her sounded louder than the creek they were standing by.
This sight, these noises, were all too much for Jordan in the moment. She was still staring at Grace’s stream, but she began to feel the piss trickle out of her into her diaper. She spread her legs slightly and she gave up control to fully wet her diaper. She was used to the feeling by now, the warm softness snuggled up against her skin. Usually Grace or Will could tell when she was using her pull-up, but they were both too distracted to notice right now.
Will was still staring at Grace as her stream died down. Grace sighed again, before standing up slightly, shaking her butt to get rid of any extra drops still left on her, and pulling her pants and panties back up.
“That’s so much better, it’s been a while since I peed in the woods. It’s fun!” Grace told them.
Jordan finished her pee about the same time that Grace did. It wasn’t that much, she could probably use the pull-up again if she needed to. Still, the thought of her being wet and Grace and Will not knowing was exciting her for some reason.
“Are we close to the spot?” Grace asked Will, he seemed to snap out of a trance he’d been in ever since she first pulled her shorts down.
“What- oh uh it’s a little bit further down.” Will said before blushing. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Grace pee, again the relationship between the three of them was a bit odd, but he obviously still enjoyed it a lot.
Will led the girls into a clearing in the woods, there was soft grass and wildflowers all around them.
“Wow, this is really nice.” Grace said.
“Yeah, I always wanted to come here with…someone…” Will told them.
“Well, can we get the food out? I’m starving!” Jordan asked.
The three of them laid out and enjoyed the lunch Jordan had made for them, it wasn’t anything fancy, just sandwiches, fruits, cheese, and crackers. And of course they drank water, and of course Jordan felt her bladder fill up, but she wasn’t the only one.
“Be right back, I’m gonna go pee.” Will sat up and said.
“Oh! I want to watch!” Grace told him.
“Yeah me too!” Jordan agreed. Will had a shocked look on his face, then he blushed.
“Uh.. okay… well I guess I can just do it right here then?” He replied.
“Wait! I have a better idea!” Grace said before crawling over to Jordan. Jordan was just laying on her front, and had no idea what her friend was planning to do, until Grace flipped up Jordan’s skirt and revealed her still slightly damp pull-ups.
“Wait, did you use this without telling us?” Grace asked.
“I mean yeah? What do I have to ask permission?” Jordan responded.
“I like that idea, but not now,” Grace told her before turning to Will who was obviously enjoying the sight of Jordan’s wet diapered bottom, “I want you to use her diaper.”
“What?!?” Will and Jordan said in unison.
“Sit up Jordan, I’m going to open up the front of your pull-up and Will is going to pee into it, c'mon it will be fun.”
Jordan and Will both blushed, but they both agreed, it did sound fun. So Jordan got on her knees, her skirt just kept getting in the way so she and Grace decided to just take it off completely. Grace knelt behind her, and reached between Jordan’s legs and rubbed the soft wet material of the diaper, getting a low moan out of her friend.
“Okay, you ready Will?” Grace asked.
Will gulped and nodded, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was partially hard, from all the teasing the girls had put him through, but still not fully due to his desperate need to piss.
Grace grabbed the waistband of Jordan’s pull-ups and pulled them forward to reveal the slightly yellow tinged interior of the diapers. Will closed his eyes, took a deep sign, and then a golden arch emerged from the tip of his cock. Grace laughed and Jordan gasped as the hot liquid made contact with her skin. He was basically pissing on Jordan, and letting the piss run down off her skin into the diaper. Will opened his eyes to this sight, the two hottest girls he knew looking up at him as he pissed on one of them. Then, Jordan felt the piss that was in her bladder start to make its way out of her, and she let it. She sighed again as her piss began to flow into the already saturated material. The warmth and wetness of all of it pressed against her was incredible. Will’s stream was dying down and the last few trickles hit the ground beneath him as he shook them off. But Jordan’s piss kept roaring into her pull-up, even though it was never designed to hold this much liquid. It was already leaking out of the sides and down her legs but she didn’t care, the pleasure was incredible.
“Wow, this thing is soaked!” Grace said as she pressed it up against Jordan, Jordan didn’t respond, she just shut her eyes and sat down into Grace’s hand, grinding her clit against the soft, squishy pull-up. It was so saturated that it was basically falling off of Jordan’s body, and Grace’s hand was the only thing keeping it up.
“I guess you’re enjoying this huh?” Grace said. Jordan opened her eyes and looked up at Will, who was still standing over them with his cock in his hand. Only now it was fully hard, and he was clearly stroking it.
“Oh uh sorry I just-” Will stammered before being cut off by Jordan.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s hot as fuck.” Jordan moaned as she kept grinding against Grace’s hand, completely losing all shame and focusing solely on increasing her pleasure. Her encouragement seemed to have an effect on Will, as the head of his cock began leaking again, this time with pre-cum.
“You guys should help each other out Jordan, why don’t you take this off?” Grace pressed up into the soggy pull-up again causing Jordan to whine. Then she removed her hand and tugged on the waistband. “C’mon I want to watch you two fuck.”
Jordan and Will locked eyes, Will looked too nervous to say anything but Jordan could tell how badly he wanted it, and she did too. Still keeping eye contact, she laid back into Jordan’s lap and nodded. Will took this chance to kneel down as well, cock still poking through the fly in his shorts as he hooked his fingers around Jordan’s pull-ups and tugged them off.
Now, Jordan was lying in her roommates arms in the middle of the woods, completely bottomless and covered in her and the boy who’s about to fuck her’s piss. Will took off his shorts and got between Jordan’s legs. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit, and both of them moaned, until Jordan was cut off unexpectedly by a kiss from Grace. When she pulled back they were both in shock and out of breath.
“I’m sorry this is just so hot.” Grace told them. “Just fuck her already Will.”
Will took that cue to finally slip the tip of his cock inside of Jordan. They both groaned, until Grace told Will to kiss her. Will tried to get closer to Grace in order to do this, and doing so he pushed himself deeper into Jordan. This caused her to moan incredibly loud, so loud in fact that Grace put her hand over her friend's mouth as she continued to kiss Will.
“Geez you sound like a pornstar,” Grace said as she broke the kiss. “Fuck her like one Will.”
Will locked eyes with Jordan again, both of them sweaty and panting, before Will dipped his head down and they locked their mouths in a deep passionate kiss, as Will continued to thrust his hips in and out of Jordan. Her legs rising up around his torso, Grace, not wanting to be fully left out of the action, started to grope her friend's tits underneath her shirt. Jordan continued to moan, but they were being muffled by Will’s mouth. As they kept getting louder, Grace rubbed and pinched Jordan’s nipple with her hand.
“I think she’s about to cum, keep it up.” She instructed Will, this caused Will to pick up the pace, and Jordan was lost in ecstasy. She couldn’t hold back anymore, she could only moan words of encouragement, urging Will to continue as the wave of pleasure finally reached its crest. Then it broke, and she felt her orgasm rock through her body, the most intense one of her life. She shook with pleasure, her bladder released the little bit of piss still in it and the warmth wrapped around Will’s cock. This took him to his limit too, and Grace felt more warmth squirt inside of her.
Will removed himself from Jordan and rolled over to collapse on the ground next to the girls.
“Holy fuck.” he said. “That was…. Shit I’m sorry I came inside you.” Will said, bolting upright in fear.
“It’s okay she’s on the pill.” Grace spoke for her friend, Jordan was exhausted, lying in her friend's lap in pure bliss. “Looks like you did a good job.”
“Yeah.. you did…” Jordan confirmed. “Thank you, both of you, you guys are amazing.”
“Thank you!” Will blurted out, “You too Grace, this is like… wow.”
“Okay you two, clean yourselves up.” Grace chuckled, before picking up Jordan’s skirt and soaking wet pull-up. “Actually Jordan I don’t know how we’re gonna clean you up, or what you’re going to wear under your skirt.”
“Oh it’s fine, I don’t need anything else underneath.” Jordan yawned. “Let’s get going, I’m exhausted.”
“I bet you are, let's get going so we can go to bed.” Grace winked at Will. |
Thanks everyone for participating! Here are the submissions. I'll be asking the judges to rank the stories in order and submit those ratings to by July 15th. I'll tally the cumulative rating for each story and the story with the lowest number will win.
Here is PeeHour's submission:
Pssshhhhhhhh.
The steamy release of pressure sizzled in her ears.
Phoebe glanced over her shoulder - a bus had just halted to a stop in the lane beside her. She had already been sitting at this red light for over a minute. White knuckles death-gripped her steering wheel, her knee vibrating as her left foot bobbled up and down against the car floor.
Hurry up… she groaned. There better be a fricken bathroom at this place.. Bound for the local sauna, Phoebe had left straight after her part-time hostess shift at a restaurant across town. It wasn’t the best job, but it did fill her pockets just enough to cover her living expenses while away at college. However, the crowded lunch rush had prevented her from finding a chance to slip into the bathroom, and a larger showing than usual forced her to stay nearly half an hour past her scheduled shift. Phoebe had to zip out of the eatery as soon as she clocked out. She couldn’t miss her appointment at the sauna - her friend had been bugging her for weeks about whether or not Phoebe had used the free ticket she had given her.
Phoebe couldn’t care less about sitting in a steaming-hot room. All she wanted right now was access to a restroom. Still in her uniform pants from work, the tight black denim and belt buckled dug straight into the bulge of her bladder. She decided to at least take advantage of the extended red light, taking time to loosen her belt - just enough to give her bladder an extra inch of breathing room.
Ahhh… she sighed. That should hold me over a bit longer.. As soon as the light turned green, Phoebe’s feet floored the gas pedal, immediately accelerating right out the gate like a racehorse. She had to piss like one, after all. Exhaust from her junker hand-me-down car trailed in her wake, the hazy clouds again teasing her of her destination.
When Phoebe finally pulled into the parking lot, her shoulders slumped and she exhaled an airy sigh. Only moments away from a bathroom, her body relaxed. However, as her urine swiftly crawled just at the edge of her opening, Phoebe abruptly tensed up and clamped her muscles shut. ‘Crap!’ she muttered. She carefully examined the crotch of her black work slacks, relieved to see no indication of wetness. She then carefully opened the car door and stepped out onto the pavement. She opened the back door to grab her drawstring bag, painstakingly bending over to do so, knives of pressure stabbing into her overinflated organ. Phoebe winced, but was able to retrieve her bag without sparing a drop. Just a short walk inside stood between her and relief. She selectively planned out each movement - move too quickly, and she might leak. She seemed to slowly and steadily regain her composure as she walked to the front door. Just three people stood in line in front of her. Glancing at the clock, Phoebe noted her arrival was right on time. She figured she would check in first to guarantee her spot before retreating to the restroom. Confident that she had already crossed the finish line, Phoebe turned towards the complimentary ice water station. Might as well hydrate before I sweat and pee everything out, she thought.
The line soon thinned out to just the guy in front of Phoebe. She had just gulped down the last sip of her second cup before overhearing the guy’s conversation with the clerk. “Excuse me ma’am, but are there bathrooms in the locker room?”
Phoebe’s ears perked up. This information pertained to her. But the cashier’s answer put her in a panic. “Unfortunately, sir, our plumbing is being fixed right now after a pipe burst yesterday. The locker rooms are still available for you to change, but I’m sorry to say the actual restroom area is off-limits to the public at this time.”
Phoebe froze where she stood. Her fingers went numb, dropping the plastic cup on the ground. “Oh, um, that’s okay…” the guy uttered, his voice stuttering as if trying to mask disappointment. He trudged towards the locker rooms, leaving an empty space for Phoebe to fill.
Phoebe just stared forward into an unknown abyss. Her senses became hyper-aware of the weight in her bladder, which seemed to now be pulling her downwards through the floor. A swirl of blotches and blurs encircled her as her head began to sway. What was that sound? Are those words?
“Ma’am? Are you ready to check in?” the clerk’s voice chimed.
Phoebe broke free from her desperate daze. She thought about turning around and leaving, but she was seeing her friend tonight - what if she asked about the sauna tickets? Phoebe's brain recalled her track practices - she rarely had to pee during those, her body sweating out most of the water she drank. Perhaps the sauna would work the same way. Can I just sweat out the pee? Is that how that works? Phoebe pondered to herself.
After the mental contemplation, Phoebe stepped forward. Her fingers fumbled through her bag, pulling out a prepaid ticket. “I-I have an appointment? And this free p-pass?” Phoebe replied, her voice strained but attempting to fein politeness.
“Ah, yes,” the clerk chirped. “Just in time for our last session. These are good for one half-hour steam. Although we don’t recommend you stay in the entire time, be sure to-”
“Thanks,” Phoebe interrupted, “Do I just go over here?”
The clerk frowned for a brief moment before recovering her mandatory smile. “Yes ma’am, the locker rooms are to your left. The sauna is just down the hall.” The clerk handed Phoebe a locker key, before continuing, “ Also, may I ask, have you ever been here bef-”
Phoebe didn’t let her finish. She was already through the locker room door before the clerk could get out the last word. Let’s hurry up and get this over with, Phoebe told herself. Her internal pep -talk did little to ease the pulsating pressure of her bladder, however. Phoebe frantically twisted the key into her temporary locker. She tossed her phone, keys, and wallet in and then yanked her swimsuit out of her bag before tossing that in as well. The co-ed sauna required all attendees to wear a swimsuit under their towels. At least I have some privacy in here, she thought as she pulled off her collared work uniform shirt. Next she unbuckled her belt and unzipped her zipper - both actions granting her another ounce of much-needed relief. Phoebe then peeled off her pants and hucked them into the locker as well. Now just her panties. She sluggishly stepped out of her underwear. Her body’s nudity must have signaled her brain that it was time to go, however. A warm torrent gushed through, crashing against her inner walls, just about to escape before Phoebe’s fists jammed to her privates and she clenched with all her might. Her knees bent, her body buckled. She hunched over and winced, her head tilted towards the floor and her teeth and eyelids both clamped shut. Deep breaths pounded from her lungs until she finally regained full control. With a second of numbness to her advantage, Phoebe hurried and slipped on her bikini bottoms. The mental barrier of clothing, even just the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms, gave Phoebe just enough power to maintain her hold.
Slamming her locker shut, Phoebe grabbed a body towel and a separate smaller hair towel, wrapping herself in both. She then exited the locker room and hobbled down the hall. I can do this I can do this I can do this, her thoughts repeated. She opened the door, a wall of white steam greeting her. Ugh I can’t see a thing.. she internally complained. She shuffled in the small room and sat down, fingers crossed she wouldn’t accidentally sit on a stranger’s lap. For the first time of the day, luck struck, as her butt hit the unimpeded wooden bench. Still, the transition from standing to sitting sent another wave of painful pressure coursing through her lower abdomen. She crossed her thighs over each other - her legs resembling a twisted pretzel.
Alright, what’s a socially acceptable length of time to stay in here… Phoebe asked herself. The steam slowly settled to reveal both her environment and her fellow sauna inhabitants. The middle of the room contained a box of scalding rocks from which the steam expelled. Two other men and two other women sprawled out in various seats around the room. An older gentleman, two 30 or 40-something women, and a man who appeared to be around her age - the same guy in front of her in line who asked about the bathroom. She couldn’t help but notice the condensation gliding over his toned arms. Subconsciously, Phoebe straightened her back and squeezed her arms in, pressing against her chest and highlighting her bikini-covered breasts. The two twenty-somethings met eyes - Phoebe maintained eye contact for a second before darting her pupils way, a smirk forming on her lips. However, another sharp pang of desperation interrupted her nonverbal flirtation. Her grin turned into a wince.
“Anyone opposed to more steam?” the older gentleman asked. When only silence answered him, he leaned forward and grabbed the water pitcher, pouring it over the heated stones. Swaths of water vapor exploded into the room. “Alright, last bout before I call it a day,” he announced.
Despite the awkwardness of being surrounded by scantily-clad strangers, Phoebe did have to admit to herself that the steaming aura did produce an enticing sensation. If she weren’t on the brink of bursting, she might actually enjoy this. She wanted to give in and relax in the soothing steam, but Phoebe knew letting her guard down would surely result in an accident. She just sat stiff and straight up with her towel wrapped around her hips. She attempted to shift in her seat and change positions, but as she leaned forward, she felt a droplet escape into her bikini bottoms.
Shit! she internally screamed. Her legs tightened around each other, her fingernails digging into the wooden bench. She warded off any other pee. Still, the drop reminded her of her fragile predicament. She waited a few seconds before trying again - another tiny trickle. Her teeth nearly morphed into each other. She held her breath and focused every bit of brainpower on stamping off the flow. She succeeded, but this success came with the realization that any movement would result in another leak. There was no way she was getting out of here dry - the sweat theory was obviously just a false hope, a shot in the dark.
Minutes later, the older gentleman groaned and stood up, exiting the sauna. Phoebe checked the timer above the door - five minutes had passed. An idea entered her mind. If she could outlast everyone else in the room, this would give her a change to discreetly relieve herself. Surely the humid environment would mask a pee puddle, at least one small enough to grant her enough relief to drive home? Phoebe knew she didn’t really have any other option at this point. With a deep breath, she held on, praying for patience, hoping to hold on.
More minutes passed. The timer’s hands sluggishly shifted around the dial. Phoebe felt like a statue, stiff and motionless in the haze. Her toes curled and her eyes remained shut. She slid them open for a moment to see if anyone had left yet. Nope - still three strangers. Her eyes again met the younger guy’s gaze before shutting. Ugh. Please not in front of him, Phoebe mentally begged.
The click of a door prompted Phoebe’s eyes to open again. She caught a glimpse of one of the other women exiting. This ignited a hopeful spark inside of Phoebe's chest. I CAN do this, two down, two to go.
Pssssshhhhhhhh. A sizzling hiss. Phoebe panicked, grabbing between her legs to make sure the sound wasn’t from her. She felt moisture - but was relieved to surmise it was simply just sweat. She looked up in time to see the remaining woman sitting back down, a fountain of steam rising from the rocks. Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief, but with the throbbing of her bladder, she knew this was far from over. After the clouds parted, the other woman finally stood up and exited. One to go. So close!
Phoebe just had to outlast one more person. 1v1. She glanced ahead at her competition. For once, he didn’t return the look. Instead, his face squeezed together with his eyes shut and cheeks contorted. His legs shook, close together despite plenty of room to man-spread. He seemed uncomfortable. Does he also have to… Phoebe gulped. What if he had the same idea as her? A sense of dread flowed through her body, mixing with her dangerous dose of desperation. If what she feared was correct, she sat in the middle of a battlefield amongst a war of attrition. Phoebe breathed and composed herself. She had to win.
Each second was a year, each minute an eternity. Phoebe had never felt this way before - her body was overcome by a combination of numbness and pain. Her ballooned bladder began to press against her other organs. Its aching throbbing started to escalate to a burden too painful to bear. As a puff of steam temporarily blocked the line of sight between them both, Phoebe quickly slid her hand under her towel. Her fingers inched towards her woman hood, physically holding herself. The action did not provide quite as much help as hoped, but enough for Phoebe to not give up the fight.
Phoebe closed her eyes and tried to imagine happy thoughts - or any thought to distract her from this pain. However, her brain could only focus on the excruciating aches of her abdomen. Her eyes shuttered open for a split second to see the steaming stones. Gritting her teeth, she couldn’t help but compare the desperate sensation to those same scalding stones jamming into her bladder. Her head began to sway, her mind dizzy. Spots and blotches formed in her peripheral vision. She glimpsed at the timer through blurry vision - 24 minutes had elapsed. How was it only that long? Phoebe could swear she had lived through 24 lifetimes in this sauna. Her fingertips noticed a hot tinge of moisture forming between her legs. Tears started to join the perspiration on her eyelids. Phoebe knew the end was near - she might as well give up.
Shuffling sounds interrupted her concession, however. She glanced forward - her fellow sauna-mate leaned towards the stones, one hand gripping his crotch,the other tilting the pitcher. Phoebe felt time slow - the water exiting the pitcher falling slower than a glob of honey. In this split-second, Phoebe spawned a sneaky solution to her predicament. She had to act fast. Time returned to normal, gravity pulling the stream of water swiftly down onto the rocks. As soon as the first burst of steam materialized, Phoebe sprung to action. She yanked her towel-hat off her head, wadded it up in her hands, and shoved it between her legs so that it firmly pressed against her goin. She adjusted her hip towel, ensuring it wrapped around her in such a way that it impeded any view of her crotchal region. She returned to her previous position just as a window of steam opened between her and the guy.
His discomfort did not disappear, nor did he. But Phoebe no longer cared. She didn’t need to win anymore - she rewrote the rules. Taking a deep breath, Phoebe reclined back on the wooden bench, and for the first time since sitting in the sauna, she allowed herself to relax. She finally conceded to her bladder’s demands - the overworked, swollen organ delightfully deflated, expelling a steaming hot stream of urine straight into Phoebe’s bikini bottoms. Her mind felt weightless, her brain floated above her. Pure ecstatic relief now pulsed through her veins, ridding her body of its pollutant of pain. The warm liquid continued gushing forth, soaking into the towel wad. The absorbent cloth accepted its gift, but soon could not handle the excess of fluid. Phoebe didn’t care - she had already lost herself in a state of euphoria. Her skin gained a hyper-sensitive awareness, savoring the tingling sensation of heat and soothing steam. Her pores opened, expelling their own pent-up pressure. All the while, Phoebe’s river continued flowing until the saturated towel could not handle any more. Overflowed pee soaked into her larger hip towel, the last line of defense blocking the pee from the bench. Phoebe could have stopped by now - she had relieved enough pressure. But she didn’t want to stop. She remained relaxed until the last bit of pee drizzled out of her. Even then, she pushed, coaxing out a few more stray spurts.
When all was finished, Phoebe’s body went limp. She laid down on the wooden bench, heart pounding, lingering waves of pleasure and relaxion flowing beneath her skin. It was then she heard another sizzle. She glanced over to see the guy pour the last of the pitcher into the hot rocks, still holding himself, until a cloud of steam blocked the view.
Phoebe shut her eyes and turned to lay on her back. She thought about getting up now so the guy could do the same as her, but she wasn’t 100% convinced he was just as desperate as she had just been. Even so, Phoebe wasn’t sure she could even stand up yet. Her body was still exhausted from the aftermath of its fierce battle. Before the current cloud of steam could fizzle, more emerged. Phoebe then noticed a hissing and sizzle - more water hitting the stones. But hadn’t the guy already used the last of the water? Perplexed, Phoebe sat up and stared at the stones. A thick mat of white steam obscured her view, but she could make out the silhouette of the guy standing over the rocks. A wisp of steam withered away, granting Phoebe a clear view of the guy sitting down, his fingers adjusted the waistband of his swim trunks.
Did he just… Phoebe sat in disbelief. Did this guy just piss on the stones? Phoebe couldn’t judge after what she had just done. Her butt still sat in a puddle of her own making. She thought about possibly asking, but before she could, the timer rang.
“Well, I guess time’s up,” the guy stated.
“Oh, um, yeah,” muttered Phoebe. She stood up, then blushed when she saw the evidence of her deed in the form of a thin pool on the wooden bench.
“You need this?” The guy reached forward and offered his towel.
“Oh-um, thanks,” Phoebe accepted. Her face flushed hotter than the air. She wiped up her puddle well enough to blend in with her perspiration. As the two walked out into the cool room-temperature air, the guy whispered to Phoebe, “Yeah, let’s not say anything about what we did. I guess we both thought the bathroom would be open, huh?” He smiled before adding, “Name’s Steven by the way.”
The words confirmed Phoebe’s assumption - this guy did indeed relieve himself on the stones, creating his own pee-steam. And he noticed that Phoebe simply wet herself where she sat. She - a twenty-something college student - wetting herself. Still overcome by nervousness, embarrassment, and disbelief, Phoebe could only utter a feeble squeak, “Um, I’m Phoebe..”
The guy produced a warm smile. “Well, I’ll see you around!” He then walked towards the men’s locker room. Phoebe went to the women's locker room and changed back into her work clothes, depositing her drenched towel in the designated hamper.
When Phoebe returned to her car, she just sat in the driver’s seat, staring ahead at nothing. She could still barely register what just happened. Confusing thoughts festered within her head. A buzz from her phone brought her back to reality.
A message from her friend read: ‘Hey, how was the sauna?’
Phoebe thought for a moment before typing her response. ‘It was amazing! Better than expected - quite the experience. I think I’ll do it again :)’
Phoebe hit send and stared forward, a smile forming on her lips. She wasn’t lying.
Here is secretomoact's submission:
Here is my submission for the contest. It uses characters from my ongoing story "Guard", but I think it can easily be read as a standalone.
***
Bryce took Kenneth to see Elizabeth, to learn if she or the other medics could help make it a little easier for him to pee. Kenneth was excited, but also worried. He didn’t like talking about his… Problem. Bryce did all the talking for him, though. He described— a little TOO proudly for Kenneth’s liking— how he’d figured out that all of the issues Kenneth had been struggling with— his shy bladder, his anger, his nightmares— were coming from something being wrong inside of his head. “Because all this bad stuff happened to him when he was a kid, I think it made him sick. But, just in his brain. So, if you give him whatever medicine fixes that, he shouldn’t have these problems anymore, right?”
Elizabeth didn’t answer at first. She’d already suspected Kenneth’s bladder issue didn’t have a physical cause, and she knew that things like nightmares and anger came from inside the brain— Everyone knew that. Bryce was completely correct in guessing that Kenneth’s problems all came from in his mind, but his assumption that a ‘medicine’ existed to fix it…
Elizabeth knew that there were certain… facilities where people went when they had a problem inside their brain. They were usually sent there against their will, too. And with good reason. Elizabeth didn’t think anything that was done inside of those places deserved to be called ‘treatment.’
When Elizabeth was younger, one of her neighbors had been sent to such a facility by his family. He’d returned eventually, completely changed… But definitely not ‘better’. The next time she saw him, he’d had a scar on his head, and he was a husk of a person, bleary eyed and listless. When she’d asked what had happened, he mumbled vaguely about electric shocks. She never saw that neighbor again.
“Bryce,” Elizabeth said. “There are… facilities for people with issues inside their brains, but—“
“So, I just have to take Kenneth there?”
“No,” Elizabeth said firmly. “No, no. You definitely shouldn’t. What happens in those places… Kenneth won’t come back from there.”
“What?” Kenneth asked. “Do they keep people there forever?”
Elizabeth shook her head. “They… Come back out eventually, just… Okay, at these facilities, the main things they would do to you would be strapping you down and electrocuting you, possibly they will also perform an operation on you that removes a part of your brain.”
Kenneth went silent. He had no idea how any of that was supposed to work. He was trying to FORGET about being hurt, how would hurting him AGAIN help?
Bryce stared at Elizabeth, trying to make sense of it as well. When he remembered the mind-wiping thing that occurred in some of the science-fiction books he’d read, he assumed that maybe the real-life equivalent worked out better than the fictional version did. “O—Oh, so they… Take out whatever bits of his brain still remember his Father, and then he’s better?”
“I’m sure that’s what they’ll SAY they’ll do,” Elizabeth said. “And, they may even BELIEVE that is what they are doing, but… I saw a man come back from that, and I promise he was NOT better at all. His problems hadn’t gone away, they’d gotten even worse.”
Kenneth slumped in his chair. When Bryce had told him the medics might have had a way to fix him, he’d gotten his hopes up way too high. Now, his hope had been knocked back down hard against the Earth. “S—So I’m just… Stuck, then? I’ll always have this… thing wrong with me?”
Elizabeth was at a loss. She could bandage wounds and treat broken bones with ease… She had no idea what to do for an aching mind. She couldn’t go inside Kenneth’s head and rub some magical ointment that would chase away all the hurt there. She couldn’t do anything for him, and the only places that CLAIMED to be able to heal his pain would instead just embolden it.
“I…” Elizabeth frowned. She badly WANTED to help Kenneth, it made her feel pretty broken herself that she didn’t know how. “You do at least have ways you can manage this, don’t you?”
Kenneth supposed he did, he could get Dwight to help him pee, he could have Dwight hold him after a nightmare, he could punch a wall when he was angry so that nobody got hurt… But, those things didn’t always work, and they certainly didn’t get RID of his problems. ‘Managing his problems’ was not the same thing as ‘getting rid of them forever so he never, ever had to deal with them ever again for as long as he lived’. He sighed and got to his feet, forgetting that Elizabeth was still waiting on him for an answer.
He should have never let himself believe that a cure actually existed. He should have never let himself think that his troubles would be over if he simply asked the right person.
“Kenneth, dear?” Elizabeth said. “Are you okay?”
“It’s… Always going to be this way?” Kenneth asked. “I’m just stuck? I’m always going to lash out, and have nightmares, and never be able to… to just ‘go’?”
Elizabeth felt so awful. Normally, she could FIX things! Normally, she knew just what to do to solve a problem!
“Um… Okay. So, the other week, when you accidentally got locked in the cell and couldn’t… ‘go’ for so long. Um… What were you feeling?”
“Pain,” Kenneth listed. “Agony. Sufferi—“
“I— I don’t mean physically, I mean inside,” Elizabeth said. “It really sounds like your issue is heavily tied to your emotions.”
“It is,” Kenneth nodded. “I’ve known that for a while. It gets worse if I’m stressed or scared. Usually I feel that way because there are people near me, but other times it comes from something else.”
“That’s what I thought…” Elizabeth said. The problem seemed simple now; Kenneth just couldn’t go when he was stressed. His anger and nightmares both seemed to be tied to nerves as well. And, it made perfect sense that he felt under pressure. His childhood and adolescence had been— to put it very mildly— stressful. And he’d gone straight into training after he came of age, no breaks there. And now, he only got days off very rarely.
Kenneth had never had the opportunity to truly relax even once in his entire life. He’d spent practically his entire existence in fight-or-flight mode, always looking out for danger.
The answer to Kenneth’s problems were perfectly clear now; All that he needed was a whole lot of rest and tranquility, and then everything would be fixed.
Now… How to loosen him up?
Whenever Elizabeth got a day off, she always went to the same place; the bathhouse. Getting a massage or resting in the sauna for a while always calmed her nerves enough that, upon returning to work, she was always able to keep a cool head. Maybe it would help Kenneth, too? “Kenneth, do you think visiting the bathhouse would help you with your stress?”
Kenneth thought about it. His last trip there definitely HAD helped him a lot; He’d managed to relieve himself there without Dwight being beside him to soothe him into doing it, and the massage he’d gotten afterwards had made him feel a whole lot better as well. “Yes, I think so,” he said, but he wasn’t sure what Elizabeth intended to do there, and there was one thing he knew WOULDN’T help him relax. “Just… Not in the actual bathing areas. I don’t want to… Not in front of strangers, you know?”
“That’s fine,” Elizabeth said. “I was thinking we could just get massages, or spend time in the sauna. They will give you a robe to put on in while you’re in there.”
“Oh, that’s alright then,” Kenneth nodded, although he thought that even a robe would feel a little strange to him. He was so used to only being seen by other people while in his uniform— It was to the point that a lot of people couldn’t even picture him without it.
“Great,” Elizabeth said. “We can go this weekend; Oh, and make sure you drink plenty of water beforehand. Trust me. If you don’t, the steam will just make you feel very thirsty instead of helping you relax.”
***
Saturday morning, before he left, Kenneth heeded Elizabeth’s warnings and made sure to drink as much water as he could manage. Ordinarily, if he was thirsty and had to swallow down a lot of water prior to going out, he would find himself filled with dread as he thought about how all that liquid would soon be stretching out a bladder that he was unable to empty. But, he’d peed successfully at the bathhouse before, he was confident that if he had an emergency today, the warm, loud spray of one of the showers would work its magic just as it had the last time.
At the bathhouse, Elizabeth and Kenneth were informed upfront about a minor inconvenience; There was a problem with the septic tank, and the toilets were out of order until it was rectified… This likely explained why there didn’t seem to be many people here today.
Kenneth wasn’t bothered by the situation, he’d had no intention of relieving his bladder into one of the toilets today anyway. But, then the employee continued, explaining that the restrooms were both in need of a thorough cleaning, so he wouldn’t be able to get to the shower stalls in there, either.
Elizabeth turned to Kenneth, unsure if they should stay. She thought about asking him, but felt silly about it. She was under no illusion that one quick session in a sauna would calm Kenneth down so much that he’d suddenly be fully capable of urinating into a public toilet. The facilities being out of order wasn’t taking anything away from Kenneth that he hadn’t already lost to start with.
She directed her gaze back to the employee. “That’s alright,” she said. “We just wanted to spend some time in the sauna. So long as that’s still available, we’re fine.”
The employee nodded her head, “It is, don’t worry.” She began to lead them down the hallway and directed them into a wood-paneled room lined with dressing hooks that housed thin, white robes. “First, get changed. Take everything off and put on the robes,” the employee said.
Kenneth finally started to feel a bit of apprehension. He hadn’t thought… Well, he’d assumed that these things would be segregated by gender. He knew the actual bathing rooms all were… He felt weird enough when he had to change his clothes around other men! And what if he accidentally made Elizabeth uncomfortable?
“Kenneth, it’s alright,” Elizabeth said, stepping inside. “I’ll face the other way, or we can just take turns if that makes you feel better.”
“O—Okay…” Kenneth nodded, following her. “A—As long as you don’t look…” He faced away from her and, with trembling hands, started to unbutton his uniform. Taking clothes off anywhere other than inside the safety of his room NEVER felt right. He’d needed to do it plenty of times before of course, but it hadn’t gotten any easier. When he got rid of his shirt, kicked off his boots and peeled away his socks, he cringed as he realized what needed to happen next.
He pulled his pants down quickly and felt more exposed than he ever had in his life, standing in an unfamiliar place wearing nothing but his boxers, and… ‘Oh God, she said EVERYTHING, didn’t she?’ He gripped the waistband of his underpants, trying to force himself to remove them. ‘Elizabeth’s not going to look… And she’s a doctor! She’s seen… People naked before, it probably doesn’t even phase her…’ Squeezing his eyes shut, he yanked his boxers down and stepped out of them, hand immediately going to cover his groin area even though he was facing AWAY from Elizabeth.
Hurriedly, he grabbed one of the robes and put it on, tying the sash tightly. He still felt like he was naked, raw and exposed, but better than he had a moment before.
For Elizabeth, getting undressed was nowhere near as troubling. She had struggled with it her first few times coming here, and she’d never gone into the changing room alongside a man until now. Normally, the groups going into the sauna were larger, and so it was easy to divide up into groups of men and women before changing. But, today it was just her and Kenneth…
She didn’t feel AS unnerved taking her clothes off with him in the room as she’d thought she would. She knew Kenneth was no doubt lost in his own little world of self-conscious, embarrassed panic right now, it wasn’t even crossing his mind to look at her. She wasn’t even sure if her parts were of any interest to him to begin with.
She put the robe on, and asked Kenneth if he was ready for her to turn around. When he mumbled out a ‘yes’, she did.
Elizabeth had never seen Kenneth out of uniform. Even when he was injured and staying in the medical building, he insisted on leaving as much of it on as he could; When he’d injured his leg months ago, he’d remained in his uniform, only allowing her to roll up the leg of his pants to attend to his wound.
She thought she knew why he was so attached to it now; Without it, he looked astoundingly vulnerable. Without his cap, his face looked rounder, his big, shimmering eyes were more pronounced. Without his boots, and the small bit of extra height they provided, he looked tinier than ever. Without the padding in the shirt, his shoulders appeared narrower, his arms even thinner. It was no wonder Kenneth wore his uniform even when he wasn’t required to do so, he NEEDED the sense of authority it afforded him, the way it concealed how small he really was.
Kenneth was holding onto both sides of the robe, trying to make sure it was covering him up alright.
“Kenneth… Are you okay? If this is making you too anxious, we can—“
“I— I think I’ll feel better once we actually start,” Kenneth said.
So, that was what they did, they entered the main room of the sauna, more wood finishing, and some places to sit down and rest. Kenneth took his place, and Elizabeth sat a small distance away from him. She wanted to talk to him, to ask him how he was feeling… She’d never noticed how fragile he was before, seeing him out of uniform made Elizabeth want to hold him and promise to never let bad things happen to him.
Steam was flowing all around them, and Kenneth was already sweating up a storm. He thought Elizabeth was right to tell him to guzzle water before coming here— And that he probably didn’t even have to worry about needing to pee before this was over. He was bound to sweat out all of his water before it even considered flushing into his bladder. What he wasn’t sure of was… Well, how in the world was THIS supposed to be relaxing?! So far, he was just absurdly uncomfortably. He felt vulnerable, naked and like his skin was going to melt off. People did this to calm down and feel GOOD?!
“Elizabeth…?” Kenneth asked.
“Yes?”
“Um… How is this relaxing? It’s… I feel like I’m standing on the sun.”
Elizabeth laughed, “You have to get used to it… And I think they just put water onto the rocks recently, which makes it steam up more and feel warmer.” She stood. Beside the pit where the rocks were being heated were several large, unopened bottles of water. Mainly, they were for pouring onto the rocks, but they could be consumed as well. She grabbed two of them and returned to the benches. She gave one of the bottles to Kenneth. “If it’s too hot for you right now, you can—“
Kenneth had already torn the bottle open and begun to chug it. He hadn’t been so eager for a drink of a water since the horrible dehydration punishments his Father had subjected him to. He drank so fast that he nearly choked, and once the bottle was empty he could feel all that liquid sloshing around inside him. “God… That’s better…”
Elizabeth smiled. She just seemed to have suddenly developed an innate NEED to take care of Kenneth right now. Those big eyes, his tiny, trembling body… “Want more?”
“Yes, please…”
Elizabeth gave him the second bottle, which he finished just as quickly, before remarking that NOW the temperature in the room actually felt nice.
Elizabeth nodded, deciding she should probably drink some water as well, beginning to drink it down slowly. Elizabeth hadn’t wanted to say anything earlier, but the toilets here being out of order had been a much bigger disappointment to her than she’d let on. She too had consumed an awful lot of liquid before coming here, just as she did every other time. And, every other time, she’d usually visit the restroom BEFORE entering the sauna because a lot of the water would have already made it to her bladder by the time she arrived and she didn’t want to get herself desperate while inside of it.
There had been a tiny bit of pressure in there when she and Kenneth arrived, but not enough to cause alarm. Now though, that pressure had been steadily increasing for quite a while, and she was already worrying about where she’d be able to release any of it.
She hadn’t meant to finish the whole water bottle, but dehydration was such a serious concern when visiting a sauna, and she knew better than to NOT listen to her body when it told her it was thirsty in here. So, before long, she’d put at least one more liter of fluid into herself, and her knee had begun to bounce.
For several minutes, Kenneth came to understand why people found saunas relaxing. His skin felt… Weirdly tingly, but in a good way. Kind of like being lightly tickled with a feather. And, the peace and quiet was good too. He’d had a lot on his mind, and very little time to actually think anything through very much lately. Such as his fears about his and Dwight’s relationship being found out. Dwight had said he didn’t think Bryce would care too much, but could that really be true? Bryce was so big on following rules, on having everything be a certain way…
But… Sometimes Bryce did break rules, didn’t he? He let Kenneth have the day off the day Dwight had gotten injured and Kenneth was so anxious that he couldn’t work. Bryce wasn’t supposed to let his subordinates skip their duties no matter what was happening. And, there was the time Bryce had simply made up the results for Kenneth’s fitness exam after realizing Kenneth had to pee too badly to complete the exercises properly. Forging something like that was UTTERLY against the rules!
So, there WERE times when Bryce was okay with a rule being broken, if he thought there was a good reason for it.
Would he think ‘But, Dwight and I love each other!’ was a good reason to break a rule?
Maybe he—
Kenneth’s thoughts were interrupted, as well as the pleasant state of relaxation he’d managed to get himself into, when a harsh thud in his bladder and a sharp tug at his urethral opening brought him back to reality. There was an INTENSE pressure inside his midsection, the sort of thing he usually felt right around the time of his mid-day break, when his afternoon visit to the toilet was a few minutes away and he was bouncing on his heels with eager anticipation for it.
When the Hell had THAT happened?! He hadn’t even noticed the urge building up, just one second he was calm and lost in his thoughts, the next he was clenching his thighs and telling himself to hold it!
Where… Where was he going to pee?! He didn’t think he could hold it all the way back to his barrack, not with how bad his need already was! The shower he’d let himself gush into the last time he’d been here wasn’t available! There was that store he, Dwight and Bryce had found recently, with those nice, super private toilet stalls… But that was on the other side of town! A very, VERY long walk for someone carrying an uncomfortably full bladder.
He didn’t even know how long he was going to be staying here, how long his bladder would CONTINUE filling. By the time he left, there was a decent chance that it would go from ‘uncomfortable’ to ‘agonizing’, and reaching that store would be a test of strength and endurance.
‘Don’t think about it,’ he told himself. ‘Just don’t think about it. Pretend you don’t need to pee…’ He began to rock subtly from side to side, trying to push the urge rippling through his abdomen out of his mind.
Elizabeth was having similar thoughts. In the few minutes since she’d first noticed her need beginning to grow, it had skyrocketed to the point she felt like her midsection was stretching out. She wasn’t going to make it all the way back without letting go. Even now, she was wriggling in her seat, fanning her legs in and out rapidly as she did her best not to think about toilets and about how good it would feel to use one.
If she tried to walk all way back with all this liquid aching to break free, there was a decent chance that she’d… That she’d ‘go’ on herself. With Kenneth right beside her! That was completely unacceptable, she hadn’t had an accident since she was eight. No way would she risk another NOW, especially not with a witness!
Okay, the toilets here didn’t work. She could find somewhere else in town, couldn’t she? But, that would take a while. Going from place to place, asking if they had a bathroom she could use without paying them anything. If she were on her own, she didn’t think that would be a huge deal, but she’d just watched Kenneth chug a TON of water. He was going to NEED to let that out soon and, as she understood it, he was going to have to get back to his barrack in order to do that. Following Elizabeth around while SHE looked for a working toilet would add to the length of time he’d have to wait, and… And, she just… Kenneth was suddenly devastatingly precious to her, she didn’t want to do anything that made him feel pain.
She needed some way to go HERE, quickly and easily. She needed…
In the center of the room was a large drain.
No, that was so disgusting—
But, if she went DIRECTLY into the drain, didn’t get any on the ground surrounding it… That wouldn’t be SO bad, would it?
Elizabeth sighed. Was she really considering this!? She wasn’t THAT desperate, was she? She just needed to think of something else!
Thinking about something else hadn’t worked out so well for Kenneth. He’d tried imagining the beach, as he often did when anxious, but then he was bombarded by fantasies of running into the ocean and letting go of his bladder once he was nice and concealed. He tried thinking about Dwight, but most of the memories he ran through involved Dwight helping him take amazingly nice pees.
No matter what he thought about, it always came back to pee. Even looking around the sauna for a distraction only provided him with ideas related to pissing. Like, that drain in the middle of the room. Its whole purpose was to get rid of excess water caused by all the steam. Surely it could handle HIS ‘excess water’ too, right?
Wait, that was actually a good idea!
The door to this room could be locked, and there weren’t any windows anywhere. It was private, no one would know if Kenneth relieved himself in here. He’d be extra careful to get it ALL into the drain, and not on the ground— Not that he thought anyone would be able tell the difference between his pee and a puddle of water unless they stuck their nose into it for some reason.
Yeah. He could pee into the drain, get rid of this awful burden that was making him cross his legs and knead his hands into his robe agitatedly.
Just… Just as soon as Elizabeth left, of course. No way in Hell could he empty his bladder with HER here.
Elizabeth hadn’t been able to distract herself. Thinking about work led her to recall how desperate she got whenever she was too busy for a break. As well as all the times she’d helped injured folks relieve their bladders.
To her surprise, she found herself thinking about Bryce a whole lot. The guy was so silly with his pompous attitude and his insistence on being ‘proper’ around her. Remembering funny things Bryce had said or done in her presence actually worked for a bit, but then she recalled the time he’d been so exhausted and out of his mind with desperation that he’d accidentally peed out an immense, rushing stream before she’d managed to leave him alone in the restroom. This was immediately followed by the memory of the day they’d gotten locked in the supply room together, and how Bryce had made her that nice funnel device so she could aim her stream and pee standing up like a man could.
She’d actually used it quite a few more times since then. It had helped her out at work, providing her a much faster way to relieve herself when she was really busy. Sometimes when she went into town, she’d need to pee and discover that the nearest public toilet was absolutely revolting and not something she would ever want to make physical contact with. Before, such a situation would necessitate her finding somewhere else to pee, but now that she could just stand, it wasn’t a problem at all. She still sat down to go most of the time, but the device was always inside her pocket, just in case she needed it.
She wished she HADN’T left it in her pocket today, because now it was sitting on the hook in the changing room. If she’d brought it in here with her, she’d have a much easier time aiming the entirety of her stream down the drain…
Jeez, she was REALLY considering that, wasn’t she?
With a wriggle in her hips and a harsh thrumming pulse from within, she realized that peeing in the drain really was her best option here. No way was she going to make it the long walk back, and the last thing she wanted to do was have an accident in front of Kenneth.
Not that ‘squatting down and peeing into a drain in front of Kenneth’ was something she particularly wanted to do, either.
He was probably almost done in here, anyway. When Kenneth got up to leave, she’d tell him she just wanted to stay a few minutes longer, and then she could go.
Easy.
Except, it wasn’t. Kenneth had begun to fidget and grow restless, a sign that he had become bored of this activity, yet he still was making no move to leave. Elizabeth watched as he tapped his feet, turned about in his seat from side to side and tipped his head back, but he never stood up.
All the while, Elizabeth’s bladder continued to fill up. She seemed to be losing fluid through her pores just as quickly as it was being dumped into her bladder. The worst part was that her nonstop sweating was making her thirsty again. She fought it for as long as she could, her bladder throbbing and protesting that she absolutely SHOULDN’T drink any more water until she’d dealt with what she’d already finished, but soon enough the sand-paper feeling in her throat became too much. She knew how dangerous dehydration was, and she knew how easy it was to get that way in an environment like this.
She stood, her bladder immediately cramping in on itself at the change in position. She’d been desperate plenty of times in her life, and for whatever reason it always seemed to be worse while standing up. Probably because when she was seated, she could grind herself against whatever she was resting on. When she stood up, all she could do was clench her thighs and try not to draw her legs too far apart from one another with each step.
Even with tiny paces across the room to where the water was placed, Elizabeth’s bladder shrieked every time it was bounced. Her urethra was burning, felt like a sharp object was being twisted around inside of it. When she reached the water, she grabbed two bottles and made her way back to her seat. She handed one of the waters to Kenneth, then opened her own.
Cringing at what she was about to do, she started to pour the liquid down her throat. Most of her body rewarded her as the dry, tight feeling in her tongue faded away. But, her bladder punished her, pulsing in time with each swallow and prompting her to bounce up and down a little where she sat. She had studied how the body worked extensively, she knew full well that there was no way the water could have gone from her mouth to her bladder in a matter of seconds, but it sure FELT like it was!
Kenneth eyed the water bottle Elizabeth had given him. It was huge! He couldn’t believe he’d already had two of these things so far! It was no wonder he’d already reached a level of need that was requiring him to cross his legs extra tightly. His opening stung, every few seconds he’d be hit with a harsh pressure right at his tip, and his thighs would tense up more in a futile attempt to quell it. No matter how hard he tried, his vision was always drawn back to the drain in the floor. It no longer looked like a drain to him, it looked like a toilet. A perfectly good toilet that he was just DYING to use!
His hopes had risen up when Elizabeth had stood, he’d thought for sure that she was about to leave. Instead, though, she’d just gone and gotten more water— Indicating that she intended to be in here for quite a while longer— AND she’d brought him some too.
And, of course, Kenneth felt thirsty. Nerve-wrackingly thirsty. He knew he was losing fluid rapidly from all his sweating— And it honestly made him kind of angry that his nonstop perspiring didn’t seem to be diverting much fluid away from his bladder— He knew he needed to drink something or else he was going to end up in a bad spot.
Kenneth opened the bottle and started to drink. He tried to pace himself a bit more than he’d done with the first two, but before he knew it he’d swallowed every last drop of it; All of it now flowing through his body. As he continually adjusted his position in a desperate attempt to find one that didn’t make it feel like his pee was about to be pumped right out of him, he could hear the way the water sloshed around inside of him. He could feel it, too. So much liquid… So much that he needed to release, and so much that was about to be added to it!
‘Don’t think about it,’ Kenneth begged himself. ‘Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it…’ His eyes kept darting over to the drain, and he found himself daydreaming about how great it was going to feel to USE it. One advantage of only wearing a robe instead of his complicated uniform was that he wouldn’t have any buttons or zippers to fumble apart before relieving himself. He’d only need to loosen the belt a bit, part the material slightly, and he’d be good to go in just a second or two.
Or, he would be if Elizabeth would just leave and give him some privacy!
Kenneth knew he shouldn’t feel frustrated with Elizabeth, but he did anyway. He hated himself for the uncontrollable feelings of irritation. Elizabeth didn’t know that he needed to pee, nor did she know he was intending to do it into the drain, so there was no way she was keeping him from his relief on purpose. She just didn’t realize how much he needed for her to leave!
But… God did he need her to! A particularly sharp pang from within, followed by a twitching, warm spasm down his length, made him reach to grab himself. He discovered another good thing about the robe, as he was able to get a very tight grip on his dick right away. In his uniform, he sometimes struggled to clutch himself as firmly as he needed to through all the stiff layers. Now though, he held himself, thumb and index finger squeezing his opening closed tightly. He shut his eyes, blocking out the taunting sight of the drain, and tried to focus all his energy on clamping himself shut, on how much better he felt now that his hand was giving his bladder some support.
Elizabeth was going red in the face and gnashing her teeth together. Her need for relief seemed to have doubled since she’d forced herself to drink that bottle of water. Despite all of her knowledge and common sense telling her it wasn’t possible, it genuinely felt like every drop of that water had materialized inside her bladder the minute she’d swallowed it. She clenched her thigh muscles with all her might, and many times had to stop herself as her hands ached to press between her legs.
She knew this was getting dangerous. Not only was she starting to fear she may have an accident, she also knew how terribly unhealthy it was to hold back immense quantities of urine for as long as she had. She just wished Kenneth would leave! He was still fidgeting, and wiping sweat off his brow every few seconds. Clearly he was getting bored of this, and the heat had ceased to be pleasant to him. She couldn’t understand why he was still in here!
Elizabeth also realized that there WAS an easy solution to her predicament; She could simply ASK Kenneth to step out for a minute. She didn’t even have to say that it was because she wanted to pee in the drain. She could claim she liked the way it felt to use a sauna naked and she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. She could say she’d forgotten something important in the dressing room and ask him to get it for her.
But, the first felt just as awkward to say out loud as “I need to pee NOW and have no choice but to go in the drain!” did. And as for the second, she had no way to guarantee Kenneth wouldn’t come back into the sauna before she’d finished relieving herself.
No. If she ended up having to tell Kenneth to get out, she was going to have to tell him the real reason. She winced, uncrossing her legs to hastily cross them back in the other direction, hoping they would act as a dam between the roaring flood within her bladder and the hole that it was trying like mad to pour out of.
She wanted to tell him. She really did! Normally, Elizabeth didn’t have that much trouble saying she had to take a bathroom break— Even to a man— Everyone peed, it was just a fact of life. No reason to get worked up over it. But, this felt different. The only reason it felt different was the fact she was planning to let her bladder’s contents flow into an inappropriate spot. She didn’t mind planting the idea of her peeing in a toilet into people’s brains, but causing someone to picture her doing it down a drain in the floor? That DID make the hairs on her arms raise up a bit.
She tried to tell herself that it STILL wasn’t such a big deal. Kenneth was with Dwight practically every moment of his life, and Elizabeth knew Dwight peed in odd places all of the time if a toilet wasn’t available. She’d heard about, or seen, Dwight relieving himself into vases or barrels lots of times. And Kenneth always seemed to just accept it as a thing Dwight did sometimes.
So, Kenneth didn’t MIND if someone peed in a weird spot, he wouldn’t complain about it. All Elizabeth had to do was tell him to go outside for a few minutes, and then nothing would be standing between her and an empty bladder, aside from needing to get the robe out of the way of her stream.
But, as hard as she tried, she just could not manage to draw the words out of her lips.
Kenneth was cursing himself for finishing that water. He was sure his bladder must have been swollen by now, full enough to cause a firm, round protrusion in his lower body. He didn’t part the robe to check, though. His hands were both too busy for that, one of them pinning his aching length against his thigh, and the other trying to dab away at the sweat that was running down his face in sheets.
The heat wasn’t relaxing at all anymore, it was only adding to his stress as it tried to convince him that he needed MORE water, even when so much of it was already slamming itself against his opening. His bladder throbbed more and more violently with each passing second. It was beginning to seriously hurt, pee was boiling and bubbling inside of him, he swore he could feel it swishing about each time he adjusted himself in his seat. It ground down against his taut sphincters so much that—
A horrendously intense spasm slammed into him, one of the worst he’d felt so far today. His breaths came in short, choppy inhales. He was trembling with the strain of holding back three enormous bottles of water, along with everything he’d had to drink that morning. He thought back to the pee he’d had moments before leaving his room, that relief seemed to have taken place years ago. So long that he could barely remember what it felt like to be empty…
He had to do something. This was an emergency, his hand squeezing away at his dick wasn’t helping as much anymore! Elizabeth needed to leave soon, or Kenneth could seriously end up hurting himself!
He had to… He had to just ask her! He had to tell her to leave… But, she’d want to know why. He would never tell her the real reason. Never ever! Not in a million years! He tried to come up with a different explanation, but his brain refused to supply him with one. All he could think about was how far beyond full his bladder felt. After so much liquid, the sensation of heaviness and pulsing that encompassed his lower half had reached a level of terrible urgency.
He tried and tried to think clearly, to come up with something that would make Elizabeth leave and grant him the privacy he was dying for, but nothing came to him. But, he had to get her to depart somehow. He had no choice. He’d drank SO much that he’d filled up to his brim alarmingly fast. His mind refused to focus on anything other than the pounding, consistently flaring organ in his center that felt with each passing second like it was about to rip itself apart.
He rocked back and forth in his seat, leaning himself against the pressure of his hand. He could feel his urethra throbbing and quivering from the immense strain it was under, so much pee rushing against it in harsh, awful waves. Against his will, a tiny whimpering squeak creaked past his clenched teeth.
Elizabeth heard the noise and looked over to Kenneth, squeezing her thighs even more tightly. The flaring pressure within her ratcheted up tremendously as she turned her body just the slightest bit. Suddenly, she felt even more swollen and close to the point of actually exploding than she had just a second ago. She brought one foot up onto the seat with her and leaned her body against it. She wanted to cup herself with her hands, but for now she hoped her foot would do well enough against the tide.
She forced herself to speak. It wasn’t easy. Her trembling jaw was clenched, her tongue stiff, and she barely managed to force out the words. “Are you okay, Kenneth?” She could hardly believe she had to go as badly as she did— It couldn’t have been more than an hour or two since she’d peed before leaving for town. Despite her efforts not to, a hand went to her crotch, and then she could feel how firm her bladder region had become. The organ was rock solid now, thrashing with rage at being made to stretch itself so far beyond a reasonable limit.
At length, Kenneth made himself turn to face Elizabeth, he could practically feel the way his urine sloshed with even that tiny motion. His pee-hole burned and stung in an utterly horrid way for a second, and then the tiniest dribble of liquid seeped through it. He bore down hard on his muscles, pink in the face and shaking with the shame of that microscopic loss of control. He had to hold it. He had to hold it. He had to. There were no other options. Keep it in. Keep it in. Keep it in. “Huh?” he asked.
“A—Are you okay?” Elizabeth managed, her gaze bouncing off Kenneth in order to stare back at the drain. Dear God, the thought of peeing into it… Or, for that matter, peeing ANYWHERE at all… It was doing something weird to her mind and body, making it feel as though it was a miracle she hadn’t just burst right there on the bench.
Kenneth turned the question over in his brain, his thoughts were so sluggish it was as though he was trying to understand something that had been said in a foreign language. He wasn’t okay, of course. He was pretty far from it. And probably the only reason Elizabeth couldn’t figure out the issue yet was because the robe concealed the current placement of his hand so well.
“I— I—“ Kenneth floundered. ‘I need to pee SO bad, Elizabeth! Please leave for a minute so I can go in the drain, please?! I know it’s gross, but there’s nowhere else and I’m going to burst!’ He wanted to say that! He wanted to SCREAM that! His bladder was BEGGING him to! “I’m… I’m fine…” he said instead, his denial prompting his bladder into a frenzy as it swelled even further and pinched against his opening with sick violence. ‘I need to go so bad…’
Elizabeth kept looking at him, he was red-faced and drenched in sweat. Overheating was something to watch out for, and… He probably needed more water… So Elizabeth was going to have to STAND UP and WALK to get it. Could she even DO that now? She didn’t think so. Unless it was walking to a spot where she could pee, she wasn’t going to risk moving around so much. “Kenneth, dear… I think you are getting too warm. You either need to drink some more, or…” she trembled, not daring to hope. “Or you can step out for a few minutes…”
Kenneth could NOT step out for a few minutes! He had to PEE before he left! He couldn’t make it to another place! He’d burst! What was the other option…? Drinking more water. No. Please. He was… He was a little thirsty, but was it dangerous, or— Ohhhh, he could barely even keep a single thought inside his head! All he understood anymore was that he had to GO right the Hell now! “I’ll… I’ll drink some…” Kenneth struggled, hating himself for agreeing to it. But, now that he’d noticed his thirst, it was making him nervous.
He dragged himself to his feet, but was unable to bring himself fully upright. His bladder, dismayed at his current decisions, flew into a fit of wild convulsions, so painful and urgent that he was unable to stop his second hand from clutching his cock. He bit back a moan, not daring to begin walking for several seconds. He just stood in place, his legs going numb from tension and his hands squeezing for all they were worth. ‘Need to… Please… It’s so bad!’ Finally, the throbbing wore off a tiny bit, enough for him to move to the other end of the room.
Elizabeth watched him clumsily make his way to the water bottles on his unsteady feet, and thought that she had likely guessed what Kenneth’s issue was correctly; He was overheated and getting dehydrated again. It had happened pretty quickly after his last drink, but she’d seen Kenneth guzzle tons of water lots of times, maybe he just dried out faster than most people did.
It was disappointing that he’d decided to just drink some fluid rather than leave the room to cool off, though. As she stared at Kenneth stumbling his way back to the bench, her bladder felt so heavy that she thought it may drag her right down through the bench, through the floor, all the way down to the center of the Earth. She rocked back and forth against her foot, occasionally palming her crotch. One of the times she did that, she felt fresh warmth and dampness, yet she hadn’t even felt the leak as it had exited her body; She was so full that it hadn’t registered past the pain. Her bladder trembled, her eyes watered, she couldn’t remember EVER needing to pee this badly.
When Kenneth collapsed back onto the bench, Elizabeth again asked him in a trembling voice if he was sure he still felt okay in here. “G—Getting t—too hot isn’t good for you, dear…” she croaked out.
Kenneth barely felt the heat anymore. He couldn’t feel much of anything beyond the clawing, horrid fullness in his middle. ‘I’m not too hot, I just need to GO!’ his mind screamed. ‘PLEASE, I can’t wait!’ He crossed his legs back and forth, shaking and shuddering and trembling from head to toe.
‘He’s having convulsions!’ Elizabeth thought, panicked. ‘He’s really dehydrated, he’s seriously overheating…’ Trying to treat a sick person when her bladder was throbbing away tyrannically wasn’t ideal, but Kenneth needed her now. She moved her hand away from her groin, being punished for the hasty action when she felt a jet of pee immediately being pumped out of her body. She took the water bottle from Kenneth and opened it up for him, “Sweetie, here… You need to drink, you’re too—“
“I can’t hold it…” Kenneth whimpered quietly. So quietly that Elizabeth didn’t hear him.
“Hm?”
He fought to repeat himself, dying from shame and by the time he managed to squeak out “I need to… I have to relieve myself,” he was in tears.
“O—Oh…” Elizabeth said, setting the bottle down now and returning her hand to its place between her legs. She crossed her legs and bounced in her place. “S—So do I,” she admitted. Her bladder throbbed its agreement, feeling as though the rock it was made out of was beginning to break apart. “I—“ her voice faltered. “I was gonna— In the drain in the floor, but—“
“So was I!” Kenneth said, feeling another sharp rush of heat down his length, followed by a single drop of pee escaping its prison. “B—But… You’re here! And I—“ He was interrupted by a harsh thudding inside his bladder that prompted him to double over. “Ohhhh, God… I can’t— You’re here, and I—“
“W—We can take turns!” Elizabeth said, heat bloomed between her legs and she adjusted the robe so she was no longer sitting on top of it and wetting it. It felt pretty damp already, but she’d saved it from any further soiling. “You can go first, and—“
“I can’t—“ Kenneth moaned, sweat gushing down his forehead as he fought for breath.
“The door locks, there aren’t windows, you—“
“That’s— I DO think I can go here, but—“ Kenneth’s hands wrenched themselves more tightly around his cock. “When— I can’t if I know someone is waiting on me to finish,” he tried to explain. Knowing another person had to go and was likely getting impatient with how long it took for him to get things flowing was way too much pressure! It always ensured that he wouldn’t pee at all!
“Oh,” Elizabeth said, a wave of pent up pee gushed onto the bench below her, dribbling against the surface before she could clamp it off. “You want me to go first, then?”
“Yessssss,” Kenneth hissed, pained. “But, hurry?” He shot to his feet, then stumbled back as his holding muscles struggled to adjust to all the movement. “Hurry,” he repeated as he took minuscule, doubled-over steps towards the door. He wrestled it open, jumping in place and making tiny choked, sobbing sounds the whole time. He was so humiliated! Elizabeth was the last one of his friends to have never seen him quite this bad off before, and now she had!
Now that Kenneth was in the changing room, Elizabeth had half a mind to ask him to dig through her pocket for her stand-to-pee device and toss it in here to her, but she decided against telling him that she had such a thing. That was something between her and Bryce, their own little secret of that unusual day they’d spent together.
There wasn’t time for her to get the device, anyway. When she stood from the bench, another warm splash pushed its way out of her and spattered onto the floor. She dragged herself the short distance to the drain, pulled the robe up a bit, and was letting out a major gusher of a stream before she’d even squatted down all the way. She didn’t look, but she knew just from the noise that she’d been missing the drain.
Once she was lowered further, she heard her pee being sucked away by the drain and figured she was mostly hitting the correct target now. After that realization came a second one; It was over. She could just… GO now. At last, Elizabeth relaxed herself fully, urine spraying out of her in uncontainable, hissing waves. She began to pant rapidly, eyes fluttering and losing focus. She moaned, and remembered that Kenneth was currently on the other side of the door, absolutely DYING to do what she was doing now.
Feeling bad for him, Elizabeth pushed down harder and her stream picked up its speed, the hiss reaching an almost ear-shattering volume as bucket after bucket of urine was forcibly ejected from her body.
Nearly a full minute later, Elizabeth was emptied. She stood quickly, and tried to ignore the jelly-like feeling in her legs so she could hurry to the door. She didn’t have time to collect herself at the end of her agonizing ordeal, Kenneth needed to be granted his own release as soon as possible.
She opened the door to find Kenneth doubled over in a pained curtsey, his feet in constant motion and his hands clutching at his front so tightly his knuckles were turning white.
Elizabeth’s heart clenched in the strangest way at the sight. Kenneth already looked so vulnerable, so in need of protection, without his uniform on. Seeing him writhe and squirm and tear up to such an extreme degree with it off made the effect even stronger.
She didn’t have much time to look at the poor man’s urgent dancing as he pushed right past her, eager to put an end to his suffering.
Kenneth fumbled the lock on the door into place and ran to the drain. Each time his foot hit the ground, it was like a mallet to his bladder, drawing out tiny dribbles. But he didn’t care. He needed to let it out NOW!
As he’d predicted, the robe made it very easy for him to free his dick, in under a second he had it aimed at the drain, so close to letting it all flow…
But, as ever, it wasn’t that simple for him.
This was, of course, not the proper place for urination to take place in. Reminding himself that Elizabeth had already peed here did not make him feel any more comfortable about doing it himself. His muscles grew more taut, rather than loosening themselves up like they were meant to.
Kenneth groaned loudly, “Come oooon!” he begged his body. “Please? I need to!”
His body didn’t listen.
Kenneth sighed. The whole point of this thing was supposed to have been to help him relax! But, clearly, it hadn’t. He still couldn’t pee! And the majority of his time here hadn’t even been that relaxing BECAUSE he’d spent it all needing to pee really bad!
He’d… He’d felt calm for a bit there though, hadn’t he?
Yes. When he’d been thinking about how Bryce might not ACTUALLY be that angry about him and Dwight being… Whatever they were. Kenneth hoped his assumptions were correct, that Bryce REALLY wouldn’t mind. Maybe Bryce would even… Protect them from other people finding out somehow. That would be nice. Then, he and Dwight could do those… those fun things more often.
Those fun things usually got Kenneth good and relaxed. He always felt so light and comfy afterwards, so tired and soothed… When Dwight made him feel good, when Dwight placed his mouth onto Kenneth’s body… All of his problems seemed to fade away, and—
Hsssssssssss…..
An incredibly clear stream began to rapidly flow out of Kenneth’s tip, hitting the drain and tearing a moan from his lips. “Ahhhhhhh….” tingles jolted up and down his entire body, making his spine shudder and his cock twitch. He could feel his bladder slowly deflating, gently shrinking back down to its proper size. He felt like he was floating, like he wasn’t inside a sauna and doing something very improper. Like he wasn’t really anywhere at all. Just, in a void somewhere that was filled with nothing but pleasure and amazingly wonderful feelings.
Kenneth’s entire body shuddered and shook as more and more pee flooded down the drain. He’d had so much to drink in here that his urine was totally clear, like he was just pissing out pure water. He kept moaning, kept gushing, his knees went weak and wobbly. By the time he was done, almost two minutes later, he could barely believe how much better everything felt.
So much better…. So much better… Ahhh… Fuck… He was in Heaven, he felt so good, so empty, so light, so… Barely aware of what he was doing, he’d begun to stroke his dick rather than tucking it back away and re-tightening the belt of the robe. Tingles of pleasure flared up and down his length, all of the nerve endings there were so raw, so much more sensitive than they normally were after being put through all that strain and all that relief…
“Hnnnh…” Kenneth panted, bleary eyed. He imagined Dwight pumping him like this, telling him how well he’d done, admitting out-loud to Elizabeth that he was going to explode and then managing to release it all here even though it had made him nervous… ‘You have earned this, Kenneth,’ he pictured Dwight saying.
Kenneth was so over-stimulated, so overcome by the wonderful feelings he’d been bathing in for the past several minutes, that before he knew it was cumming, twitching and moaning as the ecstasy pulsed through him and out of him. He just stayed there, breathing heavily for a few seconds, and then—
‘WHAT IN GOD’S NAME DID I JUST DO?!’
His eyes flashed open, and he was relieved that the majority of his semen had ended up in the drain rather than spattering the floor, but… He’d just… He’d… In a public place— Alone and with the door locked, but still!
And— And he’d done it because—
He hadn’t been thinking—
And—
It had just felt so good to finally go, he just—
No. His… His relief… It had not… It hadn’t made him do that… Thinking about that stuff with Dwight when he was calming himself down that had done it, that was it. Being pee-shy, hurting himself over and over again, the mental pain, the shame… None of those things were good. Well. Okay, maybe the ‘relief’ part pretty much always was, but that was it. Just a silver lining to an otherwise horrible condition that wrecked his life on a daily basis.
This was just… He’d gotten himself all worked up thinking about Dwight like that, gotten himself overly sensitive from pushing his muscles to the limit, and his body had just… Reacted. It was normal. It was natural. He…
He’d been ignoring this for a long time, but he’d come to notice that the feelings he got when he climaxed with Dwight in bed, or while stroking himself, were… An awful lot like the ones he got when he finally peed after holding it for extreme lengths of time. His body would feel like it was floating, every last nerve ending he had would be consumed by bliss… But, with peeing, that feeling usually lasted over two minutes, much longer than any orgasm he’d ever had.
This was gross. He shouldn’t have been comparing those two feelings. Of course peeing when he had to do so very badly felt good. It was supposed to feel good. But, was it really supposed to feel THAT good? He didn’t think so… Then again, he held in more than anyone else he knew. He’d never once seen another person just… Spray for two minutes non-stop like he did regularly. Letting go of that much would probably feel just as orgasmic to someone else if they ever did it, it didn’t mean there was anything NEW wrong with Kenneth. It was just the same old thing; His body made him hold way too much pee for way too long.
He’d gotten carried away from his imagination and extreme levels of relief today. That was all. It didn’t mean that there was suddenly an aspect to his problem that he enjoyed way, WAY too much. Peeing was not supposed to feel like cumming. For a normal person, a person without Kenneth’s awful condition, the two things weren’t comparable.
He retied the robe and left the sauna. Elizabeth was no longer in the changing room, which was good. Kenneth needed more time to calm himself down before he allowed someone else to see him. He got dressed quickly, and hoped his face wasn’t too red as he went out into the hallway.
Elizabeth was waiting for him right there. She leaned into him, “Do you feel better now?” she whispered.
Kenneth nodded, almost imperceptibly. His bladder felt better, that was for sure. But, inside he felt all sorts of mixed up. His body regularly forced him to hold his pee for so long that releasing it felt like an extremely long orgasm. And while he certainly wasn’t going to bemoan a two minute long orgasm, it sort of just… It freaked him out. It was surely not normal. Probably not very healthy, either.
Edited June 8, 2022 by WiiGuy86
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Here is WaityKaty's submission, titled: The Water Cure
This story is set in upstate New York in the late 19th century. ‘Water Cure’ in context refers to the wildly popular practice of hydrotherapy as alternative medicine capable of curing just about anything. Absolutely not the ironic latter usage describing torture. All characters are women, there is sex involved.
Amy crossed her legs tightly as she sat herself down on the smooth marble bench. Why didn’t she just ask the attendant to show her where she could relieve herself? Surely that’s what everyone else would do? Maybe one of the other women in the Turkish bath would know? Probably. Half a dozen ladies of various ages sat sporadicly around the steamy room. She could see small vents in the floor from which the warm, wet air rose lazily.
But Amy knew she wouldn’t ask. She would just need to hold it. But for how much longer? She got the impression that the Water Cure still contained other dubious ‘pleasures’. The glasses of chilled water full of lemon and exotic herbs to ‘relax her inhibitions’ that she’d drank on arrival were still working their way through her and she was starting to worry that she wouldn’t be able to contain herself. What would she do if she wet herself? Probably never leave her house again. Which would be entirely the opposite outcome to that the Water Cure had been promised to achieve. Amy had always been shy, and preferred her own company. She didn’t see how anything was different now that her daughter had been born. But her husband claims to worry, and her mother-in-law suggested the Water Cure would heal her ‘unsociability’. So here she was. Getting cured. The herbs, at least, had done nothing. Or she’d already have asked for the lavatory.
Amy tried to minimise her squirming, despite her bursting bladder. It was unladylike to show such a need. Of course it was even more unladylike to wet one’s dress, or even the rough towel-like gowns the attendants had the women wear between treatments. Amy suspected she was meant to have taken off the gown in the Turkish bath. Given the warm humid air more access to her skin. While a couple of the other women still held their gowns wrapped around themselves like Amy a few had removed them and were sitting naked. One was covering her breasts and between her legs with her arms and hands and looked as if she would prefer not to be so exposed. But a couple of others were comfortably casual in their nudity and hid nothing from display. Amy had never seen anything like it and her curiosity to continue to examine the ladies surprised her. She tried not to stare but couldn’t resist taking long glances whenever she felt she had to. The lady directly opposite her on the other side of the room was one of those who remained wrapped in her gown and had apparently fallen asleep, as Amy could hear her snoring prettily.
It wasn’t long before the woman who had seemed uncomfortable with nakedness, but embraced it anyway, stood up, pulled her gown back on, and blushingly left the room. Over the next few minutes she was joined by several others who had had enough of the steam and an idea occurred to Amy. “If everyone leaves, even briefly, and I’m alone in the bath, I could relieve myself right here.”
It was a wild idea! Amy had never before done such a thing. A lady held her bladder until she reached the appropriate facility. And if she couldn’t, shamefully, well then, she would relieve herself in her clothes. Despite Amy’s shyness leading to quite a bit of unnecessary desperation she’d not reached the point of having an actual accident since childhood. Though she had to admit that she’d always been rather fascinated by the idea of other ladies getting themselves into such a state. Where did that thought come from? It was true, now she thought it. But it was a new realisation. Perhaps the water cure did work in some ways?
Her companions in the bath continued to trickle out. Regrettably the beautiful naked ladies among them. Amy was properly in need of relief now, the urgency between her legs growing quickly, unbearably, her idea of going on the floor of the bath was her only chance to avoid wetting her gown, she’d left it too late to find her way to a restroom. Even if she could make herself ask for directions. The woman opposite her shifted a little in her sleep. Napping while sitting on marble will do that, Amy supposed. Though wouldn’t it be interesting if she needed relief as well? Amy had heard stories of young women who had had accidents sometimes. Though she’d never seen it actually happen. Wouldn’t it be absolutely fascinating if this beautiful young thing ten feet away wet herself in her sleep while Amy watched? What was that thought!? Did she really want to see that? She did! The phantasy was thrilling her, and it kept her mind away from her own mounting desperation. she just had to hold out till two more women left the room. She could pee while her sleeping princess slept…
Clara hadn’t felt any urge to pee when she’d first been led to the Turkish bath. Though she didn’t know where the facilities were either, had Amy asked, even though she’d drunk the same mandatory lemon, herbs, and ice water. Each time the attendants had submerged her in water, hot or cold, Clara had more or less immediately lost any control of her bladder and urinated helplessly. The first time she was quite embarrassed, as she always was whenever she wet herself, but as the water hid all evidence of her indiscretions she found herself not blushing at all either the second or third time it happened.
“It’s it funny!” She thought to herself, “that it isn’t the loss of bladder control that is so shameful, but simply that anyone might know?”
That was actually why she was visiting the Water Cure, her husband had found her occasional lapses in continence since she’d carried his son to be so vexing that she’d been banished to the guest bedroom “until she found control over herself”. That Clara wasn’t having accidents on purpose seemed of little consequence to Robert. She was exiled until she could be certain that she wouldn’t sully their marital bed either in her sleep, in a brief frantic wakefulness, or during her marital expectations.
Sitting amid the gentle steam, Clara had felt herself starting to drift away. She’d been so tired for months. Little Harold was so demanding and even at night she dared not let herself sleep too deeply for fear of not awakening to his cries, or to the demands of her temperamental bladder. She didn’t know how long she napped, sitting upright on a marble bench, the door latching shut as someone departed must have roused her. Instantly she felt a sudden stab of urgency in her lap. Instinctively, as if she were in her bed and not in public, her hand shot between her legs. To her horror a beautiful young women sitting on the opposite bench, her only companion in the room now, was looking directly at her. She whipped her hand away from her complaining shell and blushed desperately.
What was she to do? From experience Clara knew she would never make it the facility lavatories, even if she already knew where they were. She’d taken to having a chamber pot next to her bed, and she could often make it that far with dry nightclothes if she managed to wake in time, but could never reach another room with dry legs.
So she was to have an accident then? In front of one of the fairest girls she could recall seeing? Who was still looking at her, curiously. Clara wished she hadn’t awoken and it had happened in her sleep. That was somehow always better. She hoped the beautiful girl would be kind. In her experience beauty and kindness seldom correlated.
The least she could do was warn her, so she could avert her gaze, or leave quickly in disgust. “I’m dreadfully sorry,” Clara began. She could feel her bottom growing hot and wet as she spoke. She continued quickly “But I’ve lost control of my bladder.”
Surprisingly the young woman didn’t look away at all. Clara could see her shock, but she was interested. Clara watched her watch the unfolding accident. Her pee saturated the seat of her gown and trickled down her bare legs, pooling around her feet and slowly finding its way to a drain in the centre of the floor.
”I’m so sorry!” Clara offered. “I must have slept too deeply. Please don’t think too dreadfully of me.”
”No! I’d never!” Amy met her eyes now. Clara’s accident had been exactly as she had imagined. Her imagination hadn’t caused it had it? No. That’s crazy. Her own bladder surged recklessly. If she was going to keep her own gown dry she needed to go on the floor now. Right now.
She held it instead. Telling herself she couldn’t do that in front of Clara, faithlessly, “Actually… I’m in the same position. I can’t wait another minute.”
”Oh no!” Clara stood up, the wet fabric clung to her bum and the back of her thighs. She took the three steps between their benches and held out her hand to the squirming woman.
“Are you sure you can’t make it? I would walk with you?” Clara whispered soothingly.
”I… no… it’s too late. I waited too long. If I stand up it’s all going to come flooding out…” Amy bit her lip tearfully.
”That’s alright. Don’t cry!” Clara sat down next to Amy and lay her hand on Amy’s leg, gently stoking through the material of the rough gown. “I wet myself sometimes… you just saw me do it. Oh, please don’t be upset.”
Amy welcomed the soft touch and soothing words from her companion, somehow, even through fabric, her hand on her thigh was sending sparks of excitement through her. Nearly as many as watching Clara pee in her clothes. Even though she’d chosen the inevitably, actually wetting would ruin the moment, the girl would leave.
“How does it feel?” Amy whispered, “When it… happens.”
”Oh. Well. It’s very wet. And very warm. And… relieving.” Clara lay Amy’s head against her shoulder. “I promise love, you’ll feel so much better.”
“Does it feel like…” Amy blushed prettily, “like touching… down there… feels.” She couldn’t believe she could be so forward. But with another women it was permitted, surely.
”A little, sometimes.” Clara admitted, as much to herself as Amy. Perhaps if Robert looked at her when it happened the way Amy did… “Is that what it feels like for you now?”
”Very much…” Amy could barely stand the tension. Between her legs. Between this woman. She didn’t think.
Clara wasn’t surprised when Amy’s lips met hers. It had seemed… inevitable since she’d sat down. The air was dense and static. She kissed back. With more passion than she’d felt in a very long time. It was just as inevitable that she would touch her companions thigh beneath her gown, her fingers finding their way between the heavy folds. And edge her hand ever higher as Amy’s trembling legs parted. She had never touched another woman like this before, her seed was harder and stiffer than Clara’s.
“Does it feel like this does it?” Clara moved her fingers gently between Amy’s legs.
Amy was transported. A being of pure tension, strung tight between expectation and desire. She could feel a paroxysm building…
Clara stroked her companion quickly, urgently. Not at all like she would if she was just beginning to touch herself, but Amy was already so wet that Clara half suspected she must have been leaking. What could make this woman so hot? Was it… her? Clara had never thought of herself as attractive. Certainly not since pregnancy. Not since she’d started having accidents. But perhaps she just needed a different perspective… Amy’s eyes were drooping and she was breathing out ragged little pants of joy. Clara knew she must be on the brink of… simultaneously Amy let out a strangled yelp and arched her back, Clara held her on the bench with her free hand, her other hand was amidst a deluge. Far more urine than Clara was capable of holding flowed through her fingers like a tide. Clara held the other woman until both the paroxysm and the river had run their course.
”There?” She purred, “That wasn’t so bad was it?”
Amy looked at Clara, her pupils still dilated. Her mind lept and found footing in intention, “The world is wide, and I will not waste my life.”
They left the bath together.
Here is Kid_Omo's submission, titled: Sauna Standoff
The cool air greeted Sandra as she walked through the automatic doors of the gym, a welcome reprieve from the heat of this unusually warm spring day.
She cracked open her can of pre-workout energy drink. Sandra braced herself as she took a big gulp of the carbonated, heavily caffeinated, supplement. The cheery-sweet rocket pop theme on the can did little to undercut the bitter, chalky flavor of the liquid inside. It was bad, but Sandra figured it was a small price to pay for a sculpted physique.
It was about 4 in the afternoon, so the gym wasn’t exactly packed, but there were still plenty of people around. This was how Sandra liked it, just enough to keep her focused, motivated, and safe, but not so many that people would bother her or make her wait for equipment.
Sandra had been coming to this gym for close to a year now. It was large and offered a lot of amenities. She had managed to make a lot of progress since joining.
As Sandra walked past the front desk, she saw a man in a maintenance uniform talking to the receptionist. The woman at the desk seemed confused and the man looked nervous.
Sandra just shrugged and walked past. There was probably some equipment down, nothing for her to worry about.
As she reached the locker room, Sandra chugged down the last of her energy drink. She cringed as the last bit of concentrated flavor stuck to her tongue. Sandra quickly cleansed her pallet with a large gulp from her water bottle.
She looked down at her bottle. A third of its contents were already gone since leaving her house. That shouldn’t be a problem, the full bottle was close to a liter. Even if she did run out, there were fountains all around the building.
Sandra carelessly shoved her duffel bag into a locker and got changed into her workout clothes- a red sleeveless shirt and black biker shorts with a red stripe down the side.
Sandra’s ears perked up at the constant splatter sound of the showers. She suddenly became aware of a slight pressure in her lower abdomen. Those pre-workout drinks always went right through her.
She paused for a moment to consider the toilet stalls around the corner, but decided against it. She didn’t want to waste any more time and potentially cool down. Besides, going too early risked breaking the seal and ruining her entire workout. Sandra was confident she could hold it through her entire routine. She’d done it before.
With that settled, and her body starting to buzz from the energy drink, Sandra excitedly left the locker room to get this day started.
A little over half an hour later, Sandra was deeply into her rhythm, her bladder the furthest thing from her mind.
Midway through her set of rows, the generic rock music playing over the sound system was interrupted by a loud, shrill beep, breaking her focus. A woman’s voice came over the speakers,
“Attention, gym patrons! Due to some emergency maintenance, the water supply to this building will be temporarily shut off in 10 minutes! This should not affect regular operations, but all fountains, showers, and similar utilities will be out of service during this time. Please take the next 10 minutes to make use of these facilities if you need them. Again, the water supply, and all related utilities, will be temporarily shutting off in 10 minutes! We apologize for any inconvenience.”
That was weird, Sandra thought. That had never happened before. Usually work like that was done overnight. The announcement was so sudden, too.
With her attention pulled off of her workout, Sandra became more aware of the world around her. The slight pressure from earlier had upgraded to a dull throb in her bladder. It still wasn’t an emergency, but it was enough for her to consider going to the bathroom, especially since she didn’t know when she would get her next chance to go.
Sandra finished off her sets of rows, then stood up and wiped off the machine. She looked down at her stomach, considering her options for a moment. As much as she was reluctant to suspend her workout, the window of opportunity for a toilet break was closing. While she could probably still hold it much longer, Sandra decided it was better to be safe than sorry.
She picked up her water bottle- which now only held about a fourth of its original contents- and walked to the locker room.
Upon arrival, Sandra was greeted by a frustrating sight. The three functional stalls were already occupied, with a line of four other women waiting their turn, some looking more restless than others.
Even in the best of circumstances, waiting her turn would take several minutes. Getting back to the locker room had already cut into her routine. If Sandra waited in this line, she would lose all momentum and basically have to start her workout all over.
That thought, combined with the overwhelming splatter coming from the shower rooms, frustrated Sandra enough that she gave up on her pee break.
With a huff, Sandra left the locker room. She stopped by a fountain to refill her water bottle and hurried back to the equipment.
After a couple quick sets, Sandra was back into the trance of getting gains. As soon as she found her focus, it was ripped away from her as another announcement cut through the air.
“Attention gym patrons! We will now be shutting off the water for emergency maintenance. It is estimated that this will take around 20 minutes. We will provide updates as we get more information. We apologize again for the inconvenience.”
20 minutes? That was nothing. If Sandra had known the shutoff would be so short, she wouldn’t have wasted her time earlier. She knew everything would be just fine. That was, until Sandra stood up from her last set of lat pull downs.
She wasn’t sure if it was the intensity of her workout, the new energy drink, or the knowledge that she had nowhere to go, but the urgency from Sandra’s bladder had increased immensely. It wasn’t a full-blown emergency yet, but it was enough that Sandra would usually make finding a bathroom her top priority. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option now.
Sandra checked her watch and noted the time. 20 minutes, that was all she needed to wait.
As a precaution, Sandra started to slow down and decrease the intensity of her remaining exercises. She became much more mindful about taking sips from her now half-empty water bottle. She told herself she wasn’t afraid of having an accident, but there’s nothing wrong with being careful, right?
In between sets, Sandra found herself moving a little more stiffly, keeping her thighs close together. She kept anxiously checking her watch, which only made the time pass more slowly.
As the seconds trickled on, so, too, did the fluids entering Sandra’s bladder. Her urge was getting worse by the minute. She tried to remember if there was ever a time she had to pee this bad.
Unfortunately, she could remember. It was just after she had started making an effort to get more active. She was on her longest run yet and it hit her all at once. She was as far from home as she could get. That time, she slipped into a park, positioned herself behind a bush, crouched down, and-
Sandra shook her head as she snapped back to the present. That was not what she needed to be thinking about right now! The memory of that release only made things worse. She swore, she could feel all the urine pushing just at the edge of her urethra.
Sandra shifted in place, frantically rubbing her legs together. She glanced around to make sure no one was looking. Sandra may not know many of the people here personally, but she still saw several of them regularly. She would hate to be known as the girl potty dancing on the main floor.
A voice creeped into the back of Sandra’s head. ‘It would be even worse to be the girl who peed her pants.’
No! She couldn’t think like that! She could hold it! She had to!
Sandra glanced at her watch again. About 8 minutes left. Easy. Just a few more light sets and she’d be in the clear.
Perhaps feeling a little too confident, Sandra went over to the inclined bench. She figured she could finish up with another set of inclined sit-ups. Normally, this was a low-intensity, yet challenging, exercise.
Things started out smoothly enough.
1…
2…
3…
She counted out her reps.
4…
5…
6-
Sandra froze as she got to the peak of her movement. Every muscle she could spare tensed up as the pressure on her pee hole rose to new heights.
She looked around to make sure no one could see her. Once she knew she was in the clear, Sandra took her fight to the next level. She removed a hand from her head and squeezed down on her crotch, alleviating a lot of the pressure.
After a worrying few moments, this desperate wave subsided. Sandra removed her hand and uncurled herself to finish that rep.
Sandra hung there for a moment, evaluating her situation. The desperate spike had passed. Her bladder was still stretched, but it was a nagging urge, not an urgent emergency.
This was when Sandra made another mistake. She wanted to get to 15 to finish her set. She thought she had enough control to keep going.
7…
8…
9…
10…
Sandra moved slower and controlled her motion better. Everything seemed fine.
11…
12…
13…
14…
15-
Just as Sandra started her last rep, she felt it! A hot jet of pee burst out of her, dampening the seat of her underwear!
That was all that came out this time, but Sandra knew a warning shot when she felt one.
The voice in her head returned ‘Which is more embarrassing? Wetting your pants at the gym, or having to clean your own pee off the equipment?’
No, no, no! Sandra yelled at herself. She was not going to think like that!
Sandra decided that was good for this particular workout. She unhooked her legs and carefully slid off the bench. As she got to her feet, Sandra nervously examined the bench. Thankfully, it seemed the only fluid she left on it was her sweat. She cleaned it off.
Subtly shaking her hips, Sandra checked her watch once more. Less than 5 minutes. The home stretch. She could do this!
Sandra briefly considered waiting by the stalls for the staff to give the go-ahead that the water was back on, but she worried the sight of a toilet right now would be too tempting.
As a compromise, Sandra went over to a section of yoga mats laid out near the locker rooms. She proceeded to stretch very, very carefully. Her limited range of motion meant the stretches were barely effective, but she didn’t care. All Sandra needed right now was to look busy while she waited for this ‘emergency maintenance’ to end.
Finally, the familiar beep sounded over the intercom. Sandra froze in place. She wanted to dash into the locker room right now and be the first one at the toilets, but she was afraid to jump the gun.
Sandra was glad she didn’t move. The announcement was not what she expected. It was also the last thing she wanted to hear:
“Attention gym patrons! We have just received word that there were unexpected complications. Unfortunately, this means the water will remain shut off until further notice. Due to this, the gym will be closed to the public for the rest of the day. We ask that you finish your activities and exit the building by 5:30! Again, the gym will be closed for the rest of the day, please finish your activities and clean up in the next 30 minutes. We apologize for the inconvenience.”
There were faint groans from around the gym, but Sandra couldn’t hear them over the sound of her screaming internally.
Until further notice? Everything’s still shut down? Why couldn’t they announce that sooner?
There weren’t any public restrooms nearby.
Even worse, Sandra had ridden her bike to the gym. In the best of circumstances, she had a 10 to 15 minute ride home. These were not the best of circumstances.
Putting aside the major complications of riding a bike with an overfilled bladder, Sandra didn’t think she had that much time!
Sandra took in a deep breath and tried to organize her thoughts. Sure, a bathroom was out of the question, but there had to be another option.
She was in the middle of the city in broad daylight, so outdoors wasn’t an option. Her water bottle was still a third of the way full. It probably wouldn’t be able to contain her full flood. Even if it could, she would need a private space to fill it up. This gym had to have something…
That’s it! There was a pool! Sure, it was gross, but other people did it, too, right? And this was an emergency. Besides, they were probably going to have to drain and clean it after today. No one would ever know.
Sandra walked as casually as she could to sneak a glance at the pool area. Sure enough, there were still people inside swimming laps and playing around. There was time!
The sight of splashing water didn’t help Sandra’s current condition, but she had hope. This hope gave her the strength to keep holding just a bit longer.
The rules for the pool required a proper swimsuit. Sandra would get in trouble if she tried to dive in dressed in her workout clothes, but that wasn’t a problem.
Sandra was a bit of a forgetful person. As a result, she always made sure to pack her gym bag with all the gear she would need for any routine. That included a swimsuit.
With a plan in mind and the clock ticking, Sandra quickly ducked into the locker room. Avoiding the temptation to look at the forbidden sanctuary of the toilets, Sandra hurried to her locker.
Sandra danced from foot to foot as she frantically dug through her bag. It was messy and she had a hard time finding anything on a normal day. The fact that her brain was currently floating didn’t help. It took a minute, but Sandra finally found her tight, white, athletic top and bikini trunks.
Now, she just had to get changed.
Sandra was able to change her top easily enough. Her shorts would be another story.
Sandra took a deep breath and clenched her kegels as tightly as she could in order to lean over and part her legs to remove her shorts and socks. Everything was still under control. Now, for her underwear.
As soon as Sandra’s panties were down, she felt a torrent of pee rushing down her urethra. A few drops started to slip out as Sandra’s hand shot to her crotch. She gripped down as hard as she could, writhing in place to try and keep some semblance of control.
It was like her entire body was shouting at her, ‘Why aren’t you peeing? Your pants are down, that means it’s time to go, right? Just pee!’
For a moment, Sandra contemplated relenting to her body’s protests. There was a drain on the floor, the flooring was waterproof, what could it really hurt?
But there were other women in the locker room, women who Sandra saw often. Best case scenario, they laugh at her and she gets a reputation for having accidents. Worst case scenario, they report her to the staff and she gets banned from the gym.
As this moment of weakness subsided, Sandra quickly hiked up her bikini bottoms. She subtly looked around the room. It didn’t seem like anyone had seen her desperate performance just then. At least, no one was acknowledging it.
As soon as her swimsuit was on, Sandra snatched a towel and hurried to the pool. Relief was within reach, she just had to hold on a little longer.
Sandra took careful steps, making sure to keep her thighs pressed together. Any slack in her stance would cause her to leak. It was a delicate dance. She had to hurry, but any sudden movements might cause her to burst. Every thud of Sandra’s bare feet against the cold linoleum floor sent shockwaves through her body.
None of that mattered anymore. It was all about to be over. She was so close.
Sandra rounded the corner… just in time to see one of the gym staff locking the door to the pool!
Her heart sank. Sandra’s eyes started to water. She wasn’t sure if it was out of frustration or all the pent up liquids in her system.
What now? It wasn’t like she could ask the guy to unlock the pool so she could pee in it. What if she lied and said she wanted to swim laps? Not a chance. The pool area was empty and it was almost closing time.
Sandra ducked behind the corner before the staff member could see her. She didn’t want to risk having to explain her situation.
Sandra went back into the locker room, looking around in a panic. She had to find something, anything, to save her from an accident.
With a very slight hope, she took a look at the toilets. Sure, they couldn’t flush, but she could still relieve herself into one. It was just pee, it wouldn’t be that bad.
Unfortunately, she saw someone in a maintenance uniform examining the pipes near the stalls. Not only did this mean the toilets weren’t an option, but the sinks and floor drains were off limits, too.
Sandra moved on to the showers. Maybe she could squat over one of the drains?
No chance. The showers were taped off, and there were more maintenance people nearby.
What about the drain in the changing room?
There were still some women hanging around getting changed and talking, clearly not in a hurry.
Sandra swallowed nervously.
The voice in her head returned, ‘If you just give up now, it’ll all be over. No one would blame you.’
Sandra refused. She couldn’t give up now. She had fought so hard to last this long. She couldn’t let her efforts go to waste.
Sandra was tough and resourceful. There had to be another option. The pool was out. Employee restrooms were off limits. The studios wouldn’t help.
Finally, it hit her. There was a sauna!
The gym offered a wet sauna for relaxation and recovery. It warmed up and evaporated water to create steam. Surely, it could evaporate pee, too!
…Well, maybe not, but it would be wet enough in there that a little extra moisture shouldn’t be that noticeable.
It was far from an ideal solution, but it was Sandra’s last resort. She was desperate. All she had to do was get to the sauna, drain herself all over the floor, and get the hell out of there before anyone notices. No one would have to know.
Sandra grabbed her towel and walked over to the sauna. It was a co-ed sauna, open to all members.
Next to the door, there was a sign taped to the wall that had clearly been typed up by some tired employee:
“For the consideration of all guests and staff,
Appropriate clothing must be worn in the sauna at all times”
Fortunately, swimsuits were considered appropriate clothing.
The sauna also had a maximum time limit of 20 minutes. That was no problem. Sandra wouldn’t need nearly that long.
Sandra opened the door and was greeted by a wave of warm, humid air. She was also greeted by the sight of five other people already sitting in the sauna.
This was frustrating, but it was manageable. Everyone else had already been in here for a while, they would have to leave sometime soon. All Sandra had to do was wait it out until she was alone. Then, she could pull her pants aside and let it all gush out over the floor, feeling the incredible relief-
Sandra shook her head and twisted her legs together. She had to stay focused, it wasn’t time to let it out yet.
Sandra sat down in an empty spot on the bench on the right side of the sauna. The warm seat felt strangely nice in her current situation.
Sandra let her towel drop off her shoulders and fall around her, leaving her sat there in only her swimsuit. This didn’t bother her. She had worked hard to get this body. She had strong legs, defined arms, and great abs. The only thing Sandra was embarrassed of was this large, rock-hard bump just below her abs.
The sauna felt nice. Sandra had been in here a few times before. Any other day, she would lean back on the bench, spread out, and relax. Unfortunately, relaxing was pretty much impossible right now, and stretching out or leaning back would be very dangerous.
Instead, she was sitting bolt upright with her legs clasped tightly together. She had to strike a balance between subtlety and practicality. She couldn’t grab herself or squirm and let everyone see how desperate she was, but she had to do something or she would leak. As a compromise, both of Sandra’s hands rested on top of her lap, trying to find some way to apply more pressure. Every so often, Sandra shifted her position and pressed her hands a little deeper into her crotch.
The cool condensation forming on Sandra’s skin, right over her stretched bladder, felt so weird. It was like tiny fingers running their way over her stomach. She could feel herself sweating. How Sandra wished she could just sweat out her full bladder.
Sandra looked around the room to see if she could estimate how much longer she needed to wait for the others to clear out. There were three younger people- maybe teenagers- sitting together and talking. They looked tired. A middle aged man was leaned over, sweating heavily, on the other side of the bench. He wouldn’t be much longer. The last person was an older man. Sandra couldn’t get a read on how long he had been there. All things considered, Sandra judged that she would be left alone before too much longer.
The occasional hiss of water being automatically added to the heater was grating on Sandra’s mind. She wanted so badly for that to be her water sizzling away. Unfortunately, it would be impossible for her to aim her stream that far, even if there weren’t a grate over the heater.
Sandra scanned the room while she waited for it to clear out. She wanted to find the best spot to empty herself now so she could start as soon as she had the chance.
She briefly considered pulling her bikini aside and peeing on the bench. At that point, it wouldn’t be much different from wetting herself. Besides, the benches were wooden, so the urine might soak in. That was a no-go.
The door had a small glass window. While the steam fogged it up, Sandra didn’t want to take the risk of her privates being on full display to anyone passing by. Thankfully, she couldn’t see any cameras in or around the sauna. That meant she only had to worry about people coming into the room after she started.
There wasn’t a lot of floor space, but Sandra figured she could safely crouch down between the benches and the heater. Her best bet would be to use the corner. That way, the heater would hide her from anyone looking through the window, and she shouldn’t run the risk of getting the heater wet.
She had a spot and a plan, now all Sandra needed to do was wait. And wait she did…
After maybe 5 minutes, the group of teenagers got up and left. The middle aged man quietly walked out a few minutes later.
Now, all Sandra needed was to outlast this old man. Good. He definitely couldn’t stay much longer.
Then, Sandra would be free to squat down, pull her pants down, and let it all out-
Sandra was forced back into reality by a short spurt dampening her trunks. She shivered and tensed up her entire body. No time for daydreaming, not while she’s this close.
Then the door opened again.
A short young woman sheepishly entered the sauna. She had a towel tightly wrapped around herself. She slowly looked between the two occupants of the sauna. She almost looked scared.
The woman closed the door, but lingered in the entrance for a little while longer. Sandra heard the woman quietly whimper as she shifted from one foot to the other. For a second, Sandra thought she was going to turn back around and leave.
After a second, the girl walked over to the bench opposite Sandra and stepped up, sitting down on the higher bench. The girl couldn’t sit still. Sandra watched as she shifted in place, grinding her butt into the bench. The way she closed off her body made her look even smaller. The woman had one hand carefully clutching the towel closed over her chest while the other sat heavily on her lap. Her ankles were crossed and her feet restlessly rubbed against one another.
If Sandra didn’t know any better, she would say this girl was also bursting...
No, she was probably just self-conscious. She looked new to the gym.
Sandra grit her teeth. This newcomer was just going to add to her wait time. Still, she was young, nervous, and new. She probably wouldn’t last too long in the damp heat.
Three more minutes and Sandra’s thighs were starting to cramp up from being tensed for so long. She pressed her right palm firmly into the front of her bikini, using her left hand to cover it. She was warm, sweaty, and thirsty, but none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered right now was preventing her pee from coming out until she was alone.
Finally, the old man got up. He nodded to both the women and said “Have a nice evening.” before leaving.
Now, there was only one more obstacle. Sandra just had to outlast this random new girl.
Sandra chewed the inside of her cheek in frustration. The new girl was already turning red. She was staring downward, her eyes out of focus. Her hands were balled into fists on the bench next to her. The woman kept shifting on the spot and her feet were fidgeting. Surely, she couldn’t last much longer.
This was so annoying. If this girl wasn’t here, Sandra would be unleashing the contents of her bladder all over the floor already. Instead, she was still waiting.
It would be a lie to say Sandra was at her limit. No, she had reached her limit more than 10 minutes ago. Right now, she was teetering on the precipice of disaster. At this rate, Sandra was sure she would lose control the second she stood up.
A part of Sandra wanted to yell at this woman to get out and give her some privacy. Maybe if she tried to disguise it as advice? Tell the girl not to spend too long in the sauna?
No. Even now, Sandra didn’t want to be that person giving unsolicited advice in the gym.
Maybe she could ask for help? Explain the situation and politely ask for some alone time?
What was she thinking? What would she say?
“You know this room where people sit and relax in steam? Well, I want to pee here because I’m about to wet my pants like a little kid after ignoring multiple warnings. So could you please look away and not report me for defacing gym property? Thanks!”
Yeah, not a chance.
Whatever Sandra was going to do, she needed to do it fast. She could feel cracks forming in the dam.
A gentle dribble began to work its way past her lips.
Sandra gasped and twisted her legs together. She writhed and slipped her left hand in between her thighs. After a few seconds, Sandra had managed to contain the flow, but not unharmed. She could feel a trickle of urine dripping down the inside of her leg.
Sandra looked across the room and saw the other girl looking at her! Their eyes met. Sandra felt so embarrassed. She hoped she wasn’t being too obvious. The woman’s eyes were wide and concerned. That only made Sandra feel worse.
Time seemed to freeze as both women held eye contact in that damp sauna. Sandra was frozen in place. The other girl was constantly shifting around. It really felt like one of them should say something.
The stalemate was broken by the door opening again. Both women instantly whipped their heads around to see who it was. If Sandra had to wait for another person to leave, she was going to explode.
Thankfully, it wasn’t someone wanting to use the sauna. Instead, a young man in a staff uniform stood in the door, looking down at his clipboard. He looked at the two women and put on a customer service smile.
“Sorry to intrude. Just checking in. The gym is closing in about 10 minutes, so could you try and finish up soon? Thanks!”
He nodded awkwardly and left.
Finish up soon? Sandra wanted nothing more than to do that. If only she didn’t have an audience!
Another leak further dampened Sandra’s swimsuit. Whatever she was going to do, she needed to do it quickly. She wasn’t sure if she could walk, much less leave the gym, in her condition. One way or the other, she was peeing right here. She would really prefer if it wasn’t in her pants.
Another leak. This time, it lasted for a full second. Sandra could feel it on her hand. Privacy may not be an option anymore! What could she do about this girl? What should she say?
Sandra was startled out of her thoughts by a hiss of steam rising from the heater. She jumped just a little. That little bit was all it took to upset her delicate equilibrium.
A light, persistent stream of pee began to come out.
Sandra tried to clench down and stop it, but it was no use. The fatigue had gotten to her. Sandra had no more strength to give. This was happening, and it was happening now!
Sandra groaned before shouting “Screw this!” to the humid room.
She stood up and slid her thumbs under the waistband of her bikini. As soon as she did, the floodgates burst open. The intensity of the stream in Sandra’s trunks increased exponentially. She wasn’t leaking anymore. She was peeing her pants!
She didn’t even try to stop it anymore. It was a lost cause at this point. This was damage control. All Sandra could do was try to salvage some bit of her dignity.
Sandra took two steps over to the corner and squatted down while pulling down her swimsuit.
Her pee exploded out of her, shooting into the wall and hitting the floor with a loud splatter.
Sandra shifted her feet for better balance. She looked down to check her footing and saw the damage. The entire seat of her bikini was totally dark. She had several tendrils of urine winding down both legs. Pee was splashing all over her bare feet.
Sandra whimpered, crouching frozen in the corner while her torrent echoed throughout the foggy room. This wasn’t urination at this point, it was full-blown muscle failure. Her bladder was still stretched far beyond its normal limits even after violently voiding for several seconds. The pain far exceeded any pleasure she could be feeling right now.
After about 10 seconds, Sandra regained her senses. She turned her head to the side and looked around. The young woman was still in the same spot. She was looking down with her eyes tightly shut. She wasn’t really who Sandra was worried about. This girl already knew what was happening.
Sandra watched the window out of the corner of her eye. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stop, even if someone were to walk in, but she wanted to be aware.
Despite the ambient heat in the room, Sandra shivered. Goosebumps formed all over her body. She did her best to suppress a moan, but the relief was too powerful. She let out a deep hum as she felt the pressure decrease.
For nearly a minute, the sauna was dead silent, save for the deafening roar of Sandra’s downpour slamming into the floor.
Slowly, gradually, the stream began to die down. It went from a loud splatter, to a concentrated trickle, to a light tinkle, and, finally, to a small drip. Sandra pushed a few more powerful bursts out of her. She wanted to make sure she was entirely empty after this.
Once she was sure there was nothing left to give, Sandra began to feel self-conscious. She turned her focus to the wall to evaluate the aftermath of her deluge.
The inside of her upper thighs were totally soaked, her calves and feet were covered in droplets, even her trunks weren’t spared the wrath of a few more stray sprays. The puddle she left covered the entire floor beneath her. It dominated the corner of the sauna and reached all the way to the base of the electric heater. Good thing that was in a protective case.
In a way, Sandra was almost proud to see just how much she had built up inside her. At least her pee was clear. That was supposed to be a good thing, right?
Sandra realized she had nothing to wipe with. Looking at her swimsuit, she realized she didn’t care. The crotch and butt were entirely drenched. If it weren’t for the dry waistband, she could realistically say she had gone swimming.
Sandra pulled her trunks up, the wet squish of the fabric meeting her damp nether regions in an odd clash that sent another shiver through her.
Her feet splashed in the puddle of her own making as she went to grab her towel. Sandra tried to dry off her legs as much as possible, hoping it wouldn’t be totally obvious she had just pissed all over herself when she left.
Then, Sandra remembered something. There was someone else in the sauna.
She awkwardly looked at the other woman. These two hadn’t said a single word to one another, and Sandra had just whipped down her pants and peed right in front of her. What a hell of a first impression.
The woman was still sitting in the same spot. She was looking down with eyes tightly closed. She was biting her lip. Sandra could see the girl quivering.
Sandra felt the need to say something. She wasn’t sure what she could say, but it wasn’t like she could embarrass herself any more.
“Hey, it’s fine. You can open your eyes now.” She said.
The girl let out a pathetic whimper. She didn’t look up. She didn’t move. Her quivering stopped. Then, it happened.
The small room was once again filled with a loud hissing sound. This time, it wasn’t Sandra.
Before long, the towel over the woman’s lap began to darken. A thin sheen of yellowish liquid spread out from underneath her, covering the bench. In seconds, several thin trickles began to pour over the edge of the bench, down to the seat below. The trickles gradually merged into two thick waterfalls on either side of this poor girl. These split falls formed a reservoir around the girl’s clenched feet.
Thinking quickly, Sandra turned away and stood in front of the door, trying to block as much of the window as possible. She may not be able to save this woman from an accident, but she could at least try to spare her any extra shame.
Eventually, the hissing stopped. The room continued to echo with drips as fluids fell from one level to the next. Turning around, Sandra saw a pitiful sight.
The bottom bench was covered in a large puddle, centered around the woman’s feet. There was another, smaller, circle of piss where she sat. A small pool of urine swirled in between the girl’s clenched thighs as she shook.
It was tough to tell from the sweat and steam, but Sandra thought she saw tears under the girl’s eyes. Sandra couldn’t stand seeing her like this. She had to try something.
“Why didn’t you say something earlier? It would have saved us both a lot of trouble.” Sandra tried to joke.
The woman gasped in surprise and looked up at Sandra. Sandra wasn’t sure if her face was red from the heat, the embarrassment, or both.
“Are you ok?” Sandra asked.
The girl barely managed to squeak out a meek “Uh-huh.”
“...Did you get it all out?” Sandra mindlessly blurted out.
Despite all odds, the woman turned a deeper shade of red. She looked down without responding.
Sandra sighed and nudged the girl’s shoulder.
“Hey, it’s fine. We were both in the same boat… On choppy waters, apparently.” Sandra forced a laugh.
The woman didn’t respond.
“I’m Sandra.” She reached out her hand, not sure what else to do.
The woman looked up again. She seemed slightly calmer.
“Abby.” She answered, her voice quiet and mousey.
Abby reached out and shook Sandra’s hand. There was a squishing sound. Sandra realized both of their hands were covered in pee. That didn’t matter. It wasn’t like things could get much worse.
Sandra grabbed her towel and offered it to Abby, seeing as her towel was barely usable at this point.
Abby unwrapped herself from her drenched towel and awkwardly slid off the bench. Her feet hit the floor with a wet slap. She gratefully accepted Sandra’s towel.
This was the first time Sandra got a good look at the young woman. She was short and slightly chubby, not too big, though. Abby was only wearing a gray sports bra on top. Below that, she had on a pair of loose blue shorts. The shorts were a little wet on the crotch, but completely soaked down the back.
“Now what?” Abby asked as she did her best to dry off.
“Now we get the hell out of here before anyone realizes what we did. We get changed, leave, and pretend nothing ever happened.”
“Um…” Abby started, “I don’t have any spare…” She didn’t finish her thought. Instead, she reached a thumb into her shorts and presented the band of a pink pair of panties.
Sandra squared up and began closely examining Abby’s body. She heard Abby whimper.
“They may be a little tight, but I have an extra pair that should fit you.” Sandra concluded.
“R-really?”
“Yeah. Now let’s get out of here already. I’m starting to feel dizzy.”
The two women carefully checked the hallway before exiting the sauna. Once they were in the clear, they quickly left and hurried to the locker room.
Thankfully, it was close enough to closing time that they were basically alone in the changing area.
Sandra grabbed her gym bag out of her locker and set it down next to Abby.
After getting out her street clothes, Sandra bent down and ripped off her damp bikini bottoms.
She heard a faint “Eep!” as Abby turned away.
“What? It’s not like I have anything you haven’t seen before.” Sandra muttered, jokingly.
Sandra quickly ran a towel over her privates before putting on her panties and jeans.
By the time she got her bra and t-shirt on, Abby had changed into her baggy t-shirt and was just starting to pull down her shorts.
“Here.” Sandra said, tossing Abby a spare pair of underwear from her bag.
Abby caught them and unfolded them. “Boxers?” She asked.
“Yeah. They’re comfortable.” Sandra shrugged.
Abby quietly took off her stained pink panties and tried to wipe herself off with what little dry space was left on her towel. She slipped the boxers on, followed quickly by her blue jeans.
“You know, they are comfortable.” Abby muttered.
Sandra chuckled. “Feel free to keep that pair. Pro tip: always bring a spare pair of underwear to the gym. Especially if you plan to get into heavy lifting.”
“Wait, really?”
“Just as a precaution!” Sandra shouted, realizing she may have said too much.
The women joined the small group of stragglers leaving the gym. After they got out of the door, the receptionist locked it.
Sandra and Abby looked at each other. It looks like they got away with it.
“So… where are you off to now?” Sandra asked, awkwardly.
“Well, my roommate will be here to pick me up in about 15 minutes. So, I guess I’m waiting here. You?”
“I rode my bike here. I… don’t really have anything else to do today.”
Sandra cleared her throat. “There’s a smoothie stand near here that makes some great supplement blends. We could… grab some and wait here together? You know, to make sure nothing happens.”
For the first time that day, Sandra heard Abby giggle.
“Deal. But let’s get the small size, ok?”
Here is Tellnoone's submission, titled: Winter Sauna
The snow squeaked under my feet as I walked from the bus stop down to the small club house. I looked forward to a relaxing time with some of the other ski club members. The winter night was peaceful, and away from the city lights the stars were so much more visible on the sky. Just like last time I was here a couple of weeks ago. Oh, the thought of that night brought back sweet memories.
Peter, Jennie and Billy were already in the sauna, so I quickly changed into my swimwear, grabbed a beer, and went in there.
There was no running water in this place. No bathroom. Usually we just went outside, around the corner to pee. I preferred to do it while I was swimming in the lake though, and I´m pretty sure I wasn´t the only one.
But there would be no swimming today. The lake was just a huge flat surface covered with snow, and the ice so thick we would have needed a chainsaw to make a hole in it, so to cool us down we´d just have to roll in the snow.
I looked out the window. Fresh snow on the ground covered what I did there last time. I had been holding my pee in all night out of laziness, and then right before we were leaving, the idea just struck me. I waited until the others had gone to change, and then I had sneaked out to the snowy beach one last time. I don´t know if you have ever done this kind of winter sauna thing. The thing is, when your body has been in the heat for such a long time you can be outside for a while without too much discomfort. But that time I had another thing on my mind. I don´t usually engage in omo activities among friends but I just couldn´t resist. I sat down on my bum and relaxed, peeing right through my swimsuit. The pee felt so hot as a contrast to the snow, and I kept the flow going in a constant stream until empty. I could feel myself sinking deeper down in the snow as the pee made it melt. I stayed there a few seconds, enjoying the silence, then I got up and rubbed myself with some snow to clean up a bit, before I went back in to change before heading home. Even if the whole bikini bottom was damp from the snow there was still an obvious pee-soaked patch reaching from the front to the back between my legs, and I felt naughty and nervous trying to cover it from the others in the changing room.
That had been awesome, but I shouldn´t be doing it tonight again, I thought to myself. I should just go and squat behind the corner like the others. Yes, I´d definitely do that.
We had a great time, discussing everything from politics to gossips from our last camp, and then every now and then we went out all together to cool ourselves down with the icy cold, yet so smooth snow outside.
After a while, Peter and Jennie who had both been there longer than me and Billy decided that they had enough and wanted to drive home. They offered me and Billy a ride home, but we weren’t satisfied yet. We had still one beer left to drink and were in the middle of debating what album with the Smiths was the most classic one.
I knew Billy had been behind the corner right after I came here, two or three hours ago. No, I´m not a creep keeping count on my friend’s toilet behaviors, it just… gets noticed. How long had It been since I went? That was back home, probably four hours ago. Now after three beers and lots of water, even if I had been sweating a lot of it out, it was not a surprise that I started to feel a need to pee. And with that feeling comes… Other urges. Excitement. Pleasurable tingling in certain areas of the body.
I wasn´t attracted to Billy, and I knew I wasn´t his type either. He was just a friend. A bit stupid and annoying sometimes but that could also lead to interesting cheerful arguments. So this had nothing to do with him, but… Just sitting here, with a filling bladder starting to poke the right buttons from the inside, slowly squeezing my legs together... It became hot. That kind of burning hotness that could be mistaken for a small pee leak, even when I know it´s just another kind of wetness.
My omo mind was on overload. The memories of my sneaky wetting last time started rolling in my head again. Suddenly my plans of not doing it again was far away. I wanted to wet. This pee, still contained in my bladder, craved to pass through fabric.
I wasn´t yet so desperate that it showed. I´m pretty good at hiding it until I´m really on the verge. If I squirmed a bit now when Billy looked away it was only because it felt so good.
We had changed our topic to Radiohead and it turned out to be an even longer discussion. The Bends had been one of the first albums I bought (yes, kids, once upon a time you actually bought expensive records in a store, and listened to the same one all day long until you could afford to buy another one next month.) and there was nothing like it. Billy didn´t agree. He said the Bends was too simple, and there was so much more soul and heart behind Ok computer.
Once again – I’m not a creep (no pun intended), but I couldn´t help but notice Billy tensing up a bit. He was starting to look very restless, and sometimes looking out the windows, losing track of what we were talking about.
He was holding it on purpose. He must be. There was no pee shyness in that guy, I had seen him peeing on the side of the road several times during ski trips. Why was he holding it? I didn´t understand.
Soon his moves weren´t so subtle anymore. He drifted away. I swear, I did my best not to stare, and just keep on talking, pretending like nothing, but hey, I knew all those signals, and that guy was bursting.
After a while we both turned silent. Me with a comfortably full bladder and doing my best not to show my amusement with the situation. Him shifting around with a nervous look on his face, and then suddenly he just jumped up.
“Gotta piss”, he said, and jumped down, hurrying outside. As soon as I was alone, I took the opportunity to put a hand in my crotch, and rub myself just slightly outside of the bikini bottom. It felt fantastic, but a bit embarrassing too. Billy would return any second, so I stopped myself before the point of no return, feeling the blood pulsating, unsatisfied. Fuck this, stop being such a perv, I said to myself, and in that moment the door opened. Ok, this thing I´m not sure about but… I´m pretty sure there was a small darker patch in the front of his trunks. I just don´t think he really made it on time… And I would lie if I said I didn´t care about it, and that I didn´t have to force my eyes not to repeatedly make their way to that possible dark streak.
Alright, I needed to find a new topic to talk about, to make me think of something else than my friend´s possible accidental spurt, and my own growing desperation. I tried. And I failed. And then Billy started talking instead.
“What´s wrong with you? Don´t you ever pee?”, he said. I knew it. That was the reason he had held it. He had noticed I didn´t go all night and it must have annoyed him for some reason.
“I just haven´t been needing to go.”
“I don´t believe it. You´re just holding it to proof that women can hold it for longer than men”.
“Billy, what the fuck!” I knew so well he was just trying to provoke. He wasn´t an asshole and he did share most of my values, still he sometimes joked about my dedication to feminist issues, and my strong reactions when someone made ridiculous assumptions on gender differences. I remembered that time on the party when Billy got that stupid idea about drinking “gender equality shots” with me, actually filling a slightly bigger glass for me each time, and those were so many times I can´t count as he was waiting for me to give up. Well, I got drunk, that´s true. But I didn´t get waisted and puking all night long like my dear gender equal male friend. I used to tease him a lot about that event afterwards.
But let´s just say I stepped into his trap this time.
“Alright Billy. If men were better at holding their pee than women, how come you´re the one who just about wet his pants 5 minutes ago, while I´m just sitting here in peace not even needing to go? “
At least I´m sure that if we weren´t already so hot from the sauna he was blushing when I said that thing about him wetting his pants. His eyes made a short little look down at his crotch as if to see if something still showed.
“Alright. But you must admit you need to pee now. Or do you just pee right where you´re sitting?”
I was the one to blush now. Not because of embarrassment, but because his words made my private parts go crazy. The idea of me just letting go where I was sitting on the wooden sauna deck… The pee forming a lake between my thighs, slowly running over the edge, and splashing down to the floor. Of course, it´s something super gross I would never do, but the thought of doing it right there…
In the very same moment that thought crossed my mind the psychological grip of my bladder slipped. I felt hotness in my urethra and just in time managed to stop a leak from coming out.
“Stop this bullshit now, how old are you?” I said.
“Come on. You don´t need to proof anything anymore. You must be bursting!”
Billy just smiled, waiting for an answer. Oh god, why were we even having this conversation, could it be… No. I knew him too well, he had no sexual interest in this. He was just being old good annoying Billy. For some reason he had managed to thread directly into one of my most private spots, and I must not let it show. I couldn´t tell him that I held my pee in just because it felt so good and that I wanted to wet myself as soon as I got the chance.
“Actually I just don´t really need to go. Not at all. I can easily hold it until we get home”.
I regretted what I just said. Why didn´t I just give up? Even if it had been some unofficial holding competition between us, I would have won it long ago. Why didn´t I just go and pee? Maybe it was the beer, that made me too proud, stupid and overconfident. Maybe I actually believed I could hold it long enough to get off the bus, reach my own house, kick my shoes off in the hallway and then just go into the bathtub in the last second, before everything came pouring down my jeans in sweet relief.
Or maybe I actually liked the excitement of this. The thought of not making it. The challenge.
I had been pretty comfortable so far, but after our next and last bath in the snow I was actually getting so desperate that I couldn´t think straight. Billy asked me when the buses were leaving, because I use to know that, but now I just didn´t remember. He checked his phone and said we should hurry up and get changed. I knew I should just go and pee now, but I still didn´t. I had told Billy I wasn´t desperate at all, hadn´t I? And I didn´t want to waste such a good hold on a normal boring peeing on the ground.
With full concentration I went into one of the cubicles in the changing room. The pee heavy in my stomach. As I janked my bikini bottom down there was a confusion in the brain-bladder connection. “Great, we´re in the bathroom” the bladder seemed to think, and before I could stop it a trickle ran down my leg. I wiped it up with my towel, for a moment thinking about putting the towel between my legs and pee into it like a diaper… But Billy was right next to me in the other cubicle and I was too scared he would hear the noise of it and catch me in the act.
Putting on my dry panties without having had relief felt just so wrong. Then the leggings.
I slightly rubbed myself, as silent as I could. It made the urges go away, and I could have cum on the spot, but that would make me start breathing weirdly, and I knew an intense orgasm could make me leak too. I put my light blue jeans on instead. Could barely button them with all this pee inside of me. I now had three layers. That would secure me from showing a small leak, but the spasms I was having now were getting stronger. Bending down to put my shoes on was a struggle, and now the urge for relief was so strong that I finally decided to give up and go pee in the darkness of the ditch before the bus came.
But Billy was already outside waiting for me. “The bus is coming already, come on”. He was right. The bus was a few minutes early and I saw the headlights up the road.
I don´t know, maybe I didn´t have time to think, but I joined Billy speed walking to the bus stop, even if it meant a slowly dribbling warmth in my underwear with every third step. And then we stopped. The bus went over the hill coming towards us. And now standing still the biggest desperation wave suddenly hit me. A two second spurt in my pants. And another one. It was unstoppable. I was going to wet myself. Now. Right in front of Billy, and the bus that just slowed down, stopped and opened its door in front of us. I didn´t want it to happen. Not like this. In panic I put a hand inside my pocket, and I´m usually not so fast with ideas but this time I was and it saved my ass… well, for the moment.
“Fuck! I forgot my phone in the changing room, gotta go back and get it and take the next bus, you go ahead, see you on Tuesday…“ The words streamed out of my mouth faster than the pee slowly in shorts spurts soaked the inside of my leggings, probably already starting to make a dark spot in the crotch of my jeans. I didn’t dare looking down to check it out. Billy fortunately only looked at my face.
“Yeah, yeah. See you then!” he sighed, a little bit tired of me since it happens pretty often that I forget my belongings somewhere. He turned his back against me and got on the bus. I started walking the other direction, still clenching all my muscles. But as the bus went, so did also all the last of my will power to stay dry. This was it. I just stood there on the side of the road, as over one liter of pee flooded my pants in half a minute. The patches spread and it was running straight through the fabric in hot rivers, steaming in the cool air. It was amazing. So warm against the cold. I felt so calm and relaxed. But it soon changed.
For fucks sake. What had I done? My jeans were soaked, with just a perfect evenly shaped pee stain reaching all the way from the crotch down the inside of my legs. My ass was soaked as well. I had hat kind of beautiful wet patch that even to an untrained eye can only mean one thing. That woman just totally pissed her pants. At least I was alone. Thank god I was alone.
Walking back to the clubhouse the wetness against my skin wasn´t that warm anymore. I was happy I did have the keys, and didn´t have to stay out in the cold. But I couldn´t go directly inside. My shoes were filled with pee, and the feet dripping as I stepped out of the shoes. I took my socks off, sticked my feet barefoot into the snow and then I walked into the house. My now ice cold jeans were clinging to my legs, and I decided to sit in the still pretty warm sauna for a while. I found a big garbage bag to put under my ass and made sure no pee stained surface touched the wood.
Alright, I had half an hour to kill until next bus. What to do? You all know what I did. I´m not gonna go into details. But after the second time it was actually perfect timing to go to the bus. Trying to ignore the fact that I had also started to smell, I got out to the bus stop again, with the empty plastic bag in my hand. In case the bus driver hesitated to allow me on the bus I would assure them I wouldn´t make a mess on the seat.
I was kind of nervous when the bus arrived. I had never been so obviously wet in front of someone before. The driver looked down my pants. He definitely saw and understood what had happened, but he didn´t say anything and I couldn´t really read his face. The rest of the bus was almost empty, and I went down the aisle to pick a seat. I saw the driver turning his head against the noise of me placing the plastic bag on the seat and sitting down on it.
Finally on my way home now. But I soon got reminded what always happens after a long hold. Your bladder fills up fast and you need to pee again. I was getting desperate, but now with a sore bladder and it wasn´t a pleasant feeling.
With ten minutes left on the ride I decided to ease the pressure just a little bit, since I was sitting on the plastic bag, and everything. No, actually it wasn´t a decision. I just gave it a thought, and then my body cheered upon the idea, and let out a big spurt before I gave it a second thought.
My wet bum felt warm again, but as the clothes couldn´t really absorb much more, it was pooling up between my legs and I managed to stop the flow with just a short delay. Soon after that the puddle overflowed and a thin stream running over the edge of the plastic covered seat created a small puddle on the floor. Fuck. I had made a mess. I felt shameful but pretended like nothing and just made sure not to let anything more out. We reached my bus stop, and I carefully got up, and tried to hold the plastic bag in a way that it wouldn´t drip while jumping out the bus to put it in the waste bin outside.
On the way home from the bus stop I just relaxed as I walked, allowing leaks to happen and rewet my pants. All damage that could be done was done, so why suffer. My crotch felt warm and nice as I let it out little by little.
The streets were quite. A few cars passed me by and if they looked at me they probably saw my wet pants. I just hoped it wasn’t someone I knew.
The temperatures were getting even lower, and my legs and feet felt like they were turning to ice. I was glad it was just a short walk left. I was just gonna pass by the 7-11 store and then I´d be home. I walked faster as I passed the store, in case there were people inside who could see me. Fuck. I wasn´t that lucky. I heard the doors slide open behind me just as I passed them. And then someone called my name.
I turned around. I Couldn´t believe it. Walking towards me with a big bottle of coke in his hand was… Yes, of course. Billy. And there I stood, with my obvious pee stains all the way down to my feet. Frozen in place. First he looked confused, and as if he didn´t know how to react, but that was only for a short moment. Then he started laughing.
“Come on, that is a stupid way of trying to make yourself warm… It gets´s cold really quickly, right?” he smiled.
“Talking form experience, I guess?”, I said. (I have No idea where those words came from, because my mind felt completely blank).
He just shook his head and kept laughing at me.
“I will be kind. I´m not gonna force you to explain what the fuck happened. Not today. You´d better just hurry home before you catch a cold.”
“Well, I was on my way…” I complained.
“Sorry to interrupt you. See you! And you´re not getting a goodbye hug from me, ha ha. ” he said, gave me a little wave and walked away. Managing not to bump into anyone else I passed the next house and finally hurried up the stairs into my apartment, the warm shower, the change of pants, and the bed.
Lying there exhausted I was thinking back on the whole evening. It was with very mixed feelings. Sure my full bladder had emptied itself through fabric, just like it had craved… But apart from that, absolutely nothing had ended up the way I planned it. I had for the first time wet my pants in public with zero chances to hide the aftermath. Sitting on a plastic bag in that bus and even peeing a little bit on the floor had been embarrassing and humiliating. And if that wasn´t enough, just when I thought it was over, I had been seen by my friend. My most annoyingly spiteful dear friend. The grin he had on his face as he left had told me he wouldn´t let me live this down. It was horribly awkward. And still…
I was thinking about what it would be like to meet with the ski club next Tuesday. What would Billy say to me? Would he let the others know or would he just be hinting about it, making me embarrassed with subtle insinuations? The thought of this was killing me right now. I could barely wait.
Finally, here is Flush's submission, titled Two's Company
Posting as a PDF because Flush requested that the format be preserved
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Edited June 8, 2022 by WiiGuy86
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I wrote this story for the May 2022 writing competition and follows the prompt "Character is in a sauna and waiting for everyone else to leave so they can sneak a pee. What they don't realize is that someone else has the exact same plan." It's already published in the competition submission thread, so this is a repost so that it doesn't get lost in the big wall of text.
TWO'S COMPANY
“I call dibs on the bathroom!”
Hannah cursed inside, and watched how her friend Katy jumped up from her seat to take off towards the only bathroom in the house. Fuck, she was fast. So unfair… I certainly drank more than her! I’m so glad that this game is finally over, so that I can go piss a river. Fuck… I have to go. I really have to go so bad. The minute Katy returns, I’m dashing towards the bathroom.
At the other side of the round table, Felicia pressed her crossed legs firmly together. Oh my - did she just call dibs? Can you call dibs? It should have been me; I've been dying for the loo since ages ago! Oooh, I have to go, I hope Katy doesn’t take too long there!
In front of the two girls laid the contents of the “Escape room - the board game” box. It had been Mark's idea to play that particular game, but Justin’s proposal to spice the game up by turning it into a drinking game. Last but not least, it was Liam who had written down the drinking rules of the game. It hadn’t taken them long to realize that with these rules, they had to drink way too much alcoholic beverages, and halfway into the game the six friends were already borderline drunk. Katy, Hannah and Felicia had decided to continue the game with soda instead of alcohol, which halted their exponential growth of insobriety. However, with the larger soda glasses, the volume of fluid intake had surpassed the one of the boys, their bladders filling up much faster at the same time. By the time the game had neared its end, the girls were all wiggling in their seats, longing to use the bathroom. The spirit of completing the game had made them hold on, against the will of their complaining bladder muscles.
Now that they had “escaped the room”, however, their need to pee was the only thing left on the girls’ mind. Hannah crossed her legs, stood up and eyed the bathroom door, which seemed to be the only solution for their problem. She was desperate enough to pop a squat outside, but with the heavy storm weather this was not a safe option; the government advice was to stay inside at all times. While the rain poured against the closed storm shutters, all she could do was pray that Katy would free the bathroom for her before she pissed herself.
Katy, however, seemed to be in no rush, because the door stayed shut for longer then expected. After a minute or ten, Liam drunkenly exclaimed what Hannah and Felicia thought. “What is taking her so long?”, he said, staggering towards the closed door. Then, he snickered when he neared the bathroom, and the girls threw him a puzzled look. “Mark is also in there”, Liam smiled, “and they are doing it!” Hannah couldn’t believe her ears at first, but standing beside the door, she could also hear Katy and Mark breathing intensely. “Fuck, they ARE doing it!”, she said, perplexed. The living room went silent for a while, and a sudden moan by Katy could be heard throughout the house. Felicia was the last one to realize that it was indeed true. “Oh my goodness, are they really…? In the bathroom?”
Nobody was really surprised that Mark and Katy were hooking up, it was just that the time and place was really unfortunate for the other girls, who were getting desperate at this point. Hannah balled her fists and pressed her legs together and Felicia wedged her hand between her crossed legs - they both needed that bathroom so badly, but it seemed that it would be occupied for a while.
After a few minutes of dancing around, Hannah decided to return to her room, so that she could wait there for Mark and Katy to finish their business in the bathroom. At least, she could openly hold herself there, and do a pee dance where nobody would see her. Felicia decided to stay in the living room so that she would be able to see when Katy came back from the bathroom. Under the table, she unbuttoned her pants, and slipped her hand under the fabric so that she could directly press her hand into her privates through her panties.
Hannah was pacing up and down in her room, trying to think of a way to release the contents of her bladder without using the toilet. The sink in the kitchen was no option because both Liam and Justin were standing there. The trashcan in her room was tempting her, but it was full of holes. As far as she knew there were no plants in the house, and also no hidden corners. The vacation house was quite small, with only two bedrooms, the living room with kitchen, the bathroom and the sauna. Wait… the sauna? Hannah’s intoxicated brain tried to think about it; she could be naked there without raising suspicions, put a bunch of towels under her, and then just pee on them. She wasn’t sure that the towels would be able to soak up everything, but the thought was too tempting, and Hannah quickly undressed herself to execute her brand new plan.
At the same time in the living room, Felicia was in serious trouble. Liam had decided to not await the return of Mark and Katy, and had grabbed an empty soda bottle from the table, in which he was now loudly urinating. He had had the decency to take cover behind the counter, but the room filling sound was just too much for Felicia to take. She felt a small leak escaping from her bladder, slowly dripping into her panties, and thought she would pee herself any second now. Frantically, she stood up and decided to run towards the only place where she thought she would be alone; the sauna. With one hand clamping her crotch, she undressed herself in the girls’ bedroom as fast as she could, grabbed a towel and rushed herself towards the sauna cabin. She arrived there, just as Hannah had laid herself down on the towels, and the two girls looked each other in the eye.
“D-do… you mind i-if I join you?” Felicia faltered, hesitating while standing in the door opening. Oh my goodness, Hannah is here. Oooh… I need to wee, I just really want to be alone right now, but I can’t leave now that I just arrived. That would be so weird. I know that Hannah is not a huge sauna person, I wonder why she is even in here, she said a few hours ago that she didn’t like the heat! I’ll just wait her out for a few minutes until I’m alone and then…
“No… off course… not…” Hannah replied with a painful smile on her face. For fucks sake Felicia, why are you in here, I was ready to explode and now I can’t do that! But I can’t say that, right, there’s no sensible reason why she shouldn’t be able to come in, we have been in each other’s naked presence for so many times. I guess I can hold my pee for a few minutes longer until she gets bored of the sauna…
“Ok thanks”, said Felicia with a faint smile, she rested herself on the free side of the L-shaped sauna bench, and immediately crossed her legs. Ok, so I still need to wee very badly but at least I haven’t wet my panties. Look at my belly, it’s so full! Maybe I can try to let a little bit go to lower the pressure… but what if Hannah sees what I’m doing? Or worse; what if I can’t stop once I’m going? Hannah would definitely notice that! No… I can’t… although I really want to… oooh, this dilemma would be so much easier if Hannah would just depart…
Hannah readjusted herself from a relaxed position on her back to a sideways crossed-legged pose, and felt a drip of sweat running down her thigh. Fucking hell… it’s so hot in here, I don’t even like the sauna heat. Just a few more minutes Hannah, and then you can release a gusher onto the towels… no, shit, don’t think about gushers just yet, it’s making the feeling worse. Naked grandmother… naked grandmother… oh it’s not working, I just need to piss!
As the minutes passed by, their strained bladders filling up even more, Hannah and Felicia were getting restless. Felicia had a hand between her legs, fingertips pressing onto her privates, and Hannah occasionally gave herself a squeeze without making it too obvious that she urgently needed the bathroom.
Finally, Hannah decided that she had to try something to get Felicia out of the sauna. She stood up, reached for the temperature knob and turned it all the way up. I bet I can smoke her out this way, the heat will be too uncomfortable for her and then she will leave. God, I need to piss!
The temperature in the room rose quickly, and although both Hannah and Felicia started to sweat like a pig, none of them made the intention to leave the cabin. Frustrated that her plan didn’t seem to work, Hannah checked up with Felicia.
“Don’t… you think it’s too hot in here?”
“No, no, I like the heat”, Felicia lied, “I’m glad you turned it up because I thought it was a little too cold at first.”
“Ah…”
Hannah swore inside her head for a good minute, then stood up, turned the knob all the way down and set the door ajar.
“You know… I don’t want to make it too uncomfortable for you”, she said, and smiled at Felicia. Ok so she likes the heat, then she will surely leave when the temperature drops quickly!
But Felicia thought differently; on the contrary, she was now even more determined to stay. Oh my goodness, Hannah, too cold… too hot… make up your damn mind! And leave so I can wee in the sauna! I will do it anyway if she doesn’t depart soon, I cannot hold it for much longer! But she’s getting restless, and she’s clearly not happy with the temperature. Yes, she will depart soon. Right?
Stubborn as they were, both determined that the other person in the sauna would leave soon, Hannah and Felicia simply stayed in place, their strained bladders screaming for relief. The wooden benches they were laying on were creaking from their squirming motions, both Hannah and Felicia were breathing loudly, but none of them spoke a word. Hannah started to tap her fingers on the wood to annoy Felicia, and Felicia started to hum and whistle to annoy Hannah. The pressure inside them rose to unexplored levels, both mentally and physically. Felicia felt that the eruption was imminent, and Hannah was about to have an outburst as well.
At that moment, the sauna door opened itself, and Katy appeared in the door frame.
“Hey, here are you girls! Ok, so I NEED to tell you what happened between me and Mark, it was so crazy, I mean,…”
Both Hannah and Felicia, preoccupied with their own needs, didn’t hear the words that their friend was saying. Instead, they had the same exact thought. Wait, so if Katy is here, then the bathroom must be…
Felicia scrambled herself and her towel together and Hannah immediately followed suit, both passing a puzzled looking Katy. Felicia quickly draped a towel around her and she was first in the hall, but then she suddenly halted, jamming her hands between her legs as a pressure wave overtook her. Hannah was the first one to reach the bathroom door, but when she pulled the knob, it was locked.
“Mark is in there, showering. With the dirty things I did to him…” Katy drunkenly bragged about her sexual act with an innuendo, a little agitated that she was clearly ignored by her two friends.
Hannah couldn’t take it anymore. She knocked on the door as hard as she could and shouted on the top of her lungs: “Mark, GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I PISS ALL OVER THE FLOOR!”
“Wait, so you also need to wee?”, asked Felicia.
“What? You too?”, said Hannah. “Then what were you doing in the sauna?”
“What were YOU doing in the sauna? Were you going to…” whispered Felicia.
“Wait, were you also going to…?”, repeated Hannah.
“No… Yes… I mean, not at first, but you stayed there for so long that… Oh Hannah, I need to wee so so bad, I think I can’t hold it any longer, I’m practically going, I don’t know what to do…” Felicia nearly started crying.
“Ok, so I was going to piss in the sauna, you were going to piss in the sauna, the bathroom is still occupied,” Hannah thought out loud, “fuck it, I’m going to piss in the sauna!”
“Really?”, asked Felicia.
“Yeah I mean, I didn’t want to do it at first with you there, because I thought you would find it gross, but now I know that you wanted to do the same…”
Hannah marched back towards the sauna cabin, while Felicia hesitated. She knew she couldn’t hold it any longer, but she also wasn’t sure that she would be ready to pee in the sauna with Hannah also there. Part of her hoped that Mark would leave the bathroom any second now, but the shower kept going and going, and Felicia’s full bladder made the choice for her. A large burst of pee escaped, dribbling past her fingers, onto the tiled floor. Felicia fought the next two pain waves, but then she leaked again, and she realized she had no other choice. Taking very small steps, she danced towards the sauna.
In the cabin, Hannah was already lying down on the towels and peeing. Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god, it feels so so good! Fuck fuck fuck… ah!
She covered her mouth with her hands, in order not to moan out of pleasure, and raised her head to visualize the scene. A thick stream emerged from her, loudly trashing into the towels, and her belly visibly deflated. At that moment, Felicia stumbled in, but Hannah could not care less, in bliss that she was finally having her relief.
Felicia herself, however, still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of having a sauna pee in Hannah’s presence, and lingered around in the door opening. She thought about leaving again, but no matter how hard she tried to clamp her muscles shut, another small leak escaped her bladder again. Realizing that she would make a mess in the hall, she shuffled towards the free bench, laid her towel on the bench and planted her buttocks on the fabric. She pressed her fingers even harder between her damp lips in a futile effort to plug the hole. In order to save her dignity, she tried to hold the imminent flood back until Hannah would leave her alone. Trembling, she only half-succeeded.
The dam between her bladder and the outside world hadn't failed yet, but the event of breaching had started nonetheless. A small but steady river of pee escaped her pee hole, seeping past her fingers, into the towel. Oh my goodness, come on, come on, I don’t want to wee yet, I just have to hold on for a little longer, please!
But no matter how hard she prayed, her tired muscles couldn’t patch the breach, and more and more urine escaped. Feeling disappointed that she couldn’t keep it dry, but also couldn’t enjoy the release either, tears welled up in her eyes. Clouded in her own world, she didn’t even realize that Hannah had finished peeing.
Hannah raised herself, her butt bathing in a soaked towel, and immediately noticed that her friend was in a total state of despair.
“Just let it go, you will feel so much better!”, she instructed.
“I can’t,” Felicia simply stammered, “I can’t, I can’t…”
Then, Hannah did something that she normally would never have, but the tears running down her friends face combined with her intoxicated state triggered her. She leaned over towards Felicia, planted her fingertips into the swollen belly of her friend, and started tickling her.
At first, Felicia was mortified, but soon the titillating feeling on her body took over her senses, and she started laughing and crying at the same time.
“Stop, stop, stop!”, she fruitlessly tried to halt Hannah, her fingertips losing the tight grip over her privates. Her bladder relaxed entirely, and a river of pee bursted past her pee hole. Finally, she was peeing, and enjoying every second of it.
“Stop, stop,” she demanded again to Hannah, who did not realize that Felicia was in fact going. Wriggling in place, trying to escape from Hannah’s tickling hands, she no longer had control over the direction of her pee stream that now trashed everywhere. A thick burst landed against the wooden wall of the sauna, and Hannah immediately stopped tickling once she heard the sound of Felicia’s pee hitting the wood. Mission accomplished, she thought, and she watched back in amazement how thick the stream was coming from between her friends legs. Wow, she really had to go!
Now that Hannah’s hands were no longer touching her, Felicia relaxed completely and enjoyed the feeling in bliss. Oh my goodness, this is amazing! Oh I needed this wee so bad! Yes yes yes… Wow, I can’t stop going, how much was actually in me?
Finally, after a long time, Felicia’s steam died down. Their towels were drenched, and some of Felicia’s wet spurts were all over the floor, but their struggle was finally over. The two girls looked at each other, both smiling.
“Ok, so let’s never discuss this again,” said Hannah, breaking the silence.
“Never,” Felicia agreed.
“What about Katy, though?”. Hannah asked.
“What about her?”, Felicia replied.
“Look what she made us do! I’d say she deserves payback; a cookie of her own dough,” Hannah smiled mischievously.
“I’m listening…”, said Felicia, intrigued.
“You know how urgent her morning piss always is, especially after a night of drinking? What if we…”
THE END
Edited June 9, 2022 by Flush
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This story is set in upstate New York in the late 19th century. ‘Water Cure’ in context refers to the wildly popular practice of hydrotherapy as alternative medicine capable of curing just about anything. Absolutely not the ironic latter usage describing torture. All characters are women, there is sex involved.
Amy crossed her legs tightly as she sat herself down on the smooth marble bench. Why didn’t she just ask the attendant to show her where she could relieve herself? Surely that’s what everyone else would do? Maybe one of the other women in the Turkish bath would know? Probably. Half a dozen ladies of various ages sat sporadicly around the steamy room. She could see small vents in the floor from which the warm, wet air rose lazily.
But Amy knew she wouldn’t ask. She would just need to hold it. But for how much longer? She got the impression that the Water Cure still contained other dubious ‘pleasures’. The glasses of chilled water full of lemon and exotic herbs to ‘relax her inhibitions’ that she’d drank on arrival were still working their way through her and she was starting to worry that she wouldn’t be able to contain herself. What would she do if she wet herself? Probably never leave her house again. Which would be entirely the opposite outcome to that the Water Cure had been promised to achieve. Amy had always been shy, and preferred her own company. She didn’t see how anything was different now that her daughter had been born. But her husband claims to worry, and her mother-in-law suggested the Water Cure would heal her ‘unsociability’. So here she was. Getting cured. The herbs, at least, had done nothing. Or she’d already have asked for the lavatory.
Amy tried to minimise her squirming, despite her bursting bladder. It was unladylike to show such a need. Of course it was even more unladylike to wet one’s dress, or even the rough towel-like gowns the attendants had the women wear between treatments. Amy suspected she was meant to have taken off the gown in the Turkish bath. Given the warm humid air more access to her skin. While a couple of the other women still held their gowns wrapped around themselves like Amy a few had removed them and were sitting naked. One was covering her breasts and between her legs with her arms and hands and looked as if she would prefer not to be so exposed. But a couple of others were comfortably casual in their nudity and hid nothing from display. Amy had never seen anything like it and her curiosity to continue to examine the ladies surprised her. She tried not to stare but couldn’t resist taking long glances whenever she felt she had to. The lady directly opposite her on the other side of the room was one of those who remained wrapped in her gown and had apparently fallen asleep, as Amy could hear her snoring prettily.
It wasn’t long before the woman who had seemed uncomfortable with nakedness, but embraced it anyway, stood up, pulled her gown back on, and blushingly left the room. Over the next few minutes she was joined by several others who had had enough of the steam and an idea occurred to Amy. “If everyone leaves, even briefly, and I’m alone in the bath, I could relieve myself right here.”
It was a wild idea! Amy had never before done such a thing. A lady held her bladder until she reached the appropriate facility. And if she couldn’t, shamefully, well then, she would relieve herself in her clothes. Despite Amy’s shyness leading to quite a bit of unnecessary desperation she’d not reached the point of having an actual accident since childhood. Though she had to admit that she’d always been rather fascinated by the idea of other ladies getting themselves into such a state. Where did that thought come from? It was true, now she thought it. But it was a new realisation. Perhaps the water cure did work in some ways?
Her companions in the bath continued to trickle out. Regrettably the beautiful naked ladies among them. Amy was properly in need of relief now, the urgency between her legs growing quickly, unbearably, her idea of going on the floor of the bath was her only chance to avoid wetting her gown, she’d left it too late to find her way to a restroom. Even if she could make herself ask for directions. The woman opposite her shifted a little in her sleep. Napping while sitting on marble will do that, Amy supposed. Though wouldn’t it be interesting if she needed relief as well? Amy had heard stories of young women who had had accidents sometimes. Though she’d never seen it actually happen. Wouldn’t it be absolutely fascinating if this beautiful young thing ten feet away wet herself in her sleep while Amy watched? What was that thought!? Did she really want to see that? She did! The phantasy was thrilling her, and it kept her mind away from her own mounting desperation. she just had to hold out till two more women left the room. She could pee while her sleeping princess slept…
Clara hadn’t felt any urge to pee when she’d first been led to the Turkish bath. Though she didn’t know where the facilities were either, had Amy asked, even though she’d drunk the same mandatory lemon, herbs, and ice water. Each time the attendants had submerged her in water, hot or cold, Clara had more or less immediately lost any control of her bladder and urinated helplessly. The first time she was quite embarrassed, as she always was whenever she wet herself, but as the water hid all evidence of her indiscretions she found herself not blushing at all either the second or third time it happened.
“It’s it funny!” She thought to herself, “that it isn’t the loss of bladder control that is so shameful, but simply that anyone might know?”
That was actually why she was visiting the Water Cure, her husband had found her occasional lapses in continence since she’d carried his son to be so vexing that she’d been banished to the guest bedroom “until she found control over herself”. That Clara wasn’t having accidents on purpose seemed of little consequence to Robert. She was exiled until she could be certain that she wouldn’t sully their marital bed either in her sleep, in a brief frantic wakefulness, or during her marital expectations.
Sitting amid the gentle steam, Clara had felt herself starting to drift away. She’d been so tired for months. Little Harold was so demanding and even at night she dared not let herself sleep too deeply for fear of not awakening to his cries, or to the demands of her temperamental bladder. She didn’t know how long she napped, sitting upright on a marble bench, the door latching shut as someone departed must have roused her. Instantly she felt a sudden stab of urgency in her lap. Instinctively, as if she were in her bed and not in public, her hand shot between her legs. To her horror a beautiful young women sitting on the opposite bench, her only companion in the room now, was looking directly at her. She whipped her hand away from her complaining shell and blushed desperately.
What was she to do? From experience Clara knew she would never make it the facility lavatories, even if she already knew where they were. She’d taken to having a chamber pot next to her bed, and she could often make it that far with dry nightclothes if she managed to wake in time, but could never reach another room with dry legs.
So she was to have an accident then? In front of one of the fairest girls she could recall seeing? Who was still looking at her, curiously. Clara wished she hadn’t awoken and it had happened in her sleep. That was somehow always better. She hoped the beautiful girl would be kind. In her experience beauty and kindness seldom correlated.
The least she could do was warn her, so she could avert her gaze, or leave quickly in disgust. “I’m dreadfully sorry,” Clara began. She could feel her bottom growing hot and wet as she spoke. She continued quickly “But I’ve lost control of my bladder.”
Surprisingly the young woman didn’t look away at all. Clara could see her shock, but she was interested. Clara watched her watch the unfolding accident. Her pee saturated the seat of her gown and trickled down her bare legs, pooling around her feet and slowly finding its way to a drain in the centre of the floor.
”I’m so sorry!” Clara offered. “I must have slept too deeply. Please don’t think too dreadfully of me.”
”No! I’d never!” Amy met her eyes now. Clara’s accident had been exactly as she had imagined. Her imagination hadn’t caused it had it? No. That’s crazy. Her own bladder surged recklessly. If she was going to keep her own gown dry she needed to go on the floor now. Right now.
She held it instead. Telling herself she couldn’t do that in front of Clara, faithlessly, “Actually… I’m in the same position. I can’t wait another minute.”
”Oh no!” Clara stood up, the wet fabric clung to her bum and the back of her thighs. She took the three steps between their benches and held out her hand to the squirming woman.
“Are you sure you can’t make it? I would walk with you?” Clara whispered soothingly.
”I… no… it’s too late. I waited too long. If I stand up it’s all going to come flooding out…” Amy bit her lip tearfully.
”That’s alright. Don’t cry!” Clara sat down next to Amy and lay her hand on Amy’s leg, gently stoking through the material of the rough gown. “I wet myself sometimes… you just saw me do it. Oh, please don’t be upset.”
Amy welcomed the soft touch and soothing words from her companion, somehow, even through fabric, her hand on her thigh was sending sparks of excitement through her. Nearly as many as watching Clara pee in her clothes. Even though she’d chosen the inevitably, actually wetting would ruin the moment, the girl would leave.
“How does it feel?” Amy whispered, “When it… happens.”
”Oh. Well. It’s very wet. And very warm. And… relieving.” Clara lay Amy’s head against her shoulder. “I promise love, you’ll feel so much better.”
“Does it feel like…” Amy blushed prettily, “like touching… down there… feels.” She couldn’t believe she could be so forward. But with another women it was permitted, surely.
”A little, sometimes.” Clara admitted, as much to herself as Amy. Perhaps if Robert looked at her when it happened the way Amy did… “Is that what it feels like for you now?”
”Very much…” Amy could barely stand the tension. Between her legs. Between this woman. She didn’t think.
Clara wasn’t surprised when Amy’s lips met hers. It had seemed… inevitable since she’d sat down. The air was dense and static. She kissed back. With more passion than she’d felt in a very long time. It was just as inevitable that she would touch her companions thigh beneath her gown, her fingers finding their way between the heavy folds. And edge her hand ever higher as Amy’s trembling legs parted. She had never touched another woman like this before, her seed was harder and stiffer than Clara’s.
“Does it feel like this does it?” Clara moved her fingers gently between Amy’s legs.
Amy was transported. A being of pure tension, strung tight between expectation and desire. She could feel a paroxysm building…
Clara stroked her companion quickly, urgently. Not at all like she would if she was just beginning to touch herself, but Amy was already so wet that Clara half suspected she must have been leaking. What could make this woman so hot? Was it… her? Clara had never thought of herself as attractive. Certainly not since pregnancy. Not since she’d started having accidents. But perhaps she just needed a different perspective… Amy’s eyes were drooping and she was breathing out ragged little pants of joy. Clara knew she must be on the brink of… simultaneously Amy let out a strangled yelp and arched her back, Clara held her on the bench with her free hand, her other hand was amidst a deluge. Far more urine than Clara was capable of holding flowed through her fingers like a tide. Clara held the other woman until both the paroxysm and the river had run their course.
”There?” She purred, “That wasn’t so bad was it?”
Amy looked at Clara, her pupils still dilated. Her mind lept and found footing in intention, “The world is wide, and I will not waste my life.”
They left the bath together |
My submission for the may 2022 writing competition. At first I found the prompt very challenging because who would want to pee in a sauna, that´s pretty gross, right? But once I tried and gave myself a little bit of freedom the story started writing itself in my head and I had great fun! Enjoy!
WINTER SAUNA
The snow squeaked under my feet as I walked from the bus stop down to the small club house. I looked forward to a relaxing time with some of the other ski club members. The winter night was peaceful, and away from the city lights the stars were so much more visible on the sky. Just like last time I was here a couple of weeks ago. Oh, the thought of that night brought back sweet memories.
Peter, Jennie and Billy were already in the sauna, so I quickly changed into my swimwear, grabbed a beer, and went in there.
There was no running water in this place. No bathroom. Usually we just went outside, around the corner to pee. I preferred to do it while I was swimming in the lake though, and I´m pretty sure I wasn´t the only one.
But there would be no swimming today. The lake was just a huge flat surface covered with snow, and the ice so thick we would have needed a chainsaw to make a hole in it, so to cool us down we´d just have to roll in the snow.
I looked out the window. Fresh snow on the ground covered what I did there last time. I had been holding my pee in all night out of laziness, and then right before we were leaving, the idea just struck me. I waited until the others had gone to change, and then I had sneaked out to the snowy beach one last time. I don´t know if you have ever done this kind of winter sauna thing. The thing is, when your body has been in the heat for such a long time you can be outside for a while without too much discomfort. But that time I had another thing on my mind. I don´t usually engage in omo activities among friends but I just couldn´t resist. I sat down on my bum and relaxed, peeing right through my swimsuit. The pee felt so hot as a contrast to the snow, and I kept the flow going in a constant stream until empty. I could feel myself sinking deeper down in the snow as the pee made it melt. I stayed there a few seconds, enjoying the silence, then I got up and rubbed myself with some snow to clean up a bit, before I went back in to change before heading home. Even if the whole bikini bottom was damp from the snow there was still an obvious pee-soaked patch reaching from the front to the back between my legs, and I felt naughty and nervous trying to cover it from the others in the changing room.
That had been awesome, but I shouldn´t be doing it tonight again, I thought to myself. I should just go and squat behind the corner like the others. Yes, I´d definitely do that.
We had a great time, discussing everything from politics to gossips from our last camp, and then every now and then we went out all together to cool ourselves down with the icy cold, yet so smooth snow outside.
After a while, Peter and Jennie who had both been there longer than me and Billy decided that they had enough and wanted to drive home. They offered me and Billy a ride home, but we weren’t satisfied yet. We had still one beer left to drink and were in the middle of debating what album with the Smiths was the most classic one.
I knew Billy had been behind the corner right after I came here, two or three hours ago. No, I´m not a creep keeping count on my friend’s toilet behaviors, it just… gets noticed. How long had It been since I went? That was back home, probably four hours ago. Now after three beers and lots of water, even if I had been sweating a lot of it out, it was not a surprise that I started to feel a need to pee. And with that feeling comes… Other urges. Excitement. Pleasurable tingling in certain areas of the body.
I wasn´t attracted to Billy, and I knew I wasn´t his type either. He was just a friend. A bit stupid and annoying sometimes but that could also lead to interesting cheerful arguments. So this had nothing to do with him, but… Just sitting here, with a filling bladder starting to poke the right buttons from the inside, slowly squeezing my legs together... It became hot. That kind of burning hotness that could be mistaken for a small pee leak, even when I know it´s just another kind of wetness.
My omo mind was on overload. The memories of my sneaky wetting last time started rolling in my head again. Suddenly my plans of not doing it again was far away. I wanted to wet. This pee, still contained in my bladder, craved to pass through fabric.
I wasn´t yet so desperate that it showed. I´m pretty good at hiding it until I´m really on the verge. If I squirmed a bit now when Billy looked away it was only because it felt so good.
We had changed our topic to Radiohead and it turned out to be an even longer discussion. The Bends had been one of the first albums I bought (yes, kids, once upon a time you actually bought expensive records in a store, and listened to the same one all day long until you could afford to buy another one next month.) and there was nothing like it. Billy didn´t agree. He said the Bends was too simple, and there was so much more soul and heart behind Ok computer.
Once again – I’m not a creep (no pun intended), but I couldn´t help but notice Billy tensing up a bit. He was starting to look very restless, and sometimes looking out the windows, losing track of what we were talking about.
He was holding it on purpose. He must be. There was no pee shyness in that guy, I had seen him peeing on the side of the road several times during ski trips. Why was he holding it? I didn´t understand.
Soon his moves weren´t so subtle anymore. He drifted away. I swear, I did my best not to stare, and just keep on talking, pretending like nothing, but hey, I knew all those signals, and that guy was bursting.
After a while we both turned silent. Me with a comfortably full bladder and doing my best not to show my amusement with the situation. Him shifting around with a nervous look on his face, and then suddenly he just jumped up.
“Gotta piss”, he said, and jumped down, hurrying outside. As soon as I was alone, I took the opportunity to put a hand in my crotch, and rub myself just slightly outside of the bikini bottom. It felt fantastic, but a bit embarrassing too. Billy would return any second, so I stopped myself before the point of no return, feeling the blood pulsating, unsatisfied. Fuck this, stop being such a perv, I said to myself, and in that moment the door opened. Ok, this thing I´m not sure about but… I´m pretty sure there was a small darker patch in the front of his trunks. I just don´t think he really made it on time… And I would lie if I said I didn´t care about it, and that I didn´t have to force my eyes not to repeatedly make their way to that possible dark streak.
Alright, I needed to find a new topic to talk about, to make me think of something else than my friend´s possible accidental spurt, and my own growing desperation. I tried. And I failed. And then Billy started talking instead.
“What´s wrong with you? Don´t you ever pee?”, he said. I knew it. That was the reason he had held it. He had noticed I didn´t go all night and it must have annoyed him for some reason.
“I just haven´t been needing to go.”
“I don´t believe it. You´re just holding it to proof that women can hold it for longer than men”.
“Billy, what the fuck!” I knew so well he was just trying to provoke. He wasn´t an asshole and he did share most of my values, still he sometimes joked about my dedication to feminist issues, and my strong reactions when someone made ridiculous assumptions on gender differences. I remembered that time on the party when Billy got that stupid idea about drinking “gender equality shots” with me, actually filling a slightly bigger glass for me each time, and those were so many times I can´t count as he was waiting for me to give up. Well, I got drunk, that´s true. But I didn´t get wasted and puking all night long like my dear gender equal male friend. I used to tease him a lot about that event afterwards.
But let´s just say I stepped into his trap this time.
“Alright Billy. If men were better at holding their pee than women, how come you´re the one who just about wet his pants 5 minutes ago, while I´m just sitting here in peace not even needing to go? “
At least I´m sure that if we weren´t already so hot from the sauna he was blushing when I said that thing about him wetting his pants. His eyes made a short little look down at his crotch as if to see if something still showed.
“Alright. But you must admit you need to pee now. Or do you just pee right where you´re sitting?”
I was the one to blush now. Not because of embarrassment, but because his words made my private parts go crazy. The idea of me just letting go where I was sitting on the wooden sauna deck… The pee forming a lake between my thighs, slowly running over the edge, and splashing down to the floor. Of course, it´s something super gross I would never do, but the thought of doing it right there…
In the very same moment that thought crossed my mind the psychological grip of my bladder slipped. I felt hotness in my urethra and just in time managed to stop a leak from coming out.
“Stop this bullshit now, how old are you?” I said.
“Come on. You don´t need to proof anything anymore. You must be bursting!”
Billy just smiled, waiting for an answer. Oh god, why were we even having this conversation, could it be… No. I knew him too well, he had no sexual interest in this. He was just being old good annoying Billy. For some reason he had managed to thread directly into one of my most private spots, and I must not let it show. I couldn´t tell him that I held my pee in just because it felt so good and that I wanted to wet myself as soon as I got the chance.
“Actually I just don´t really need to go. Not at all. I can easily hold it until we get home”.
I regretted what I just said. Why didn´t I just give up? Even if it had been some unofficial holding competition between us, I would have won it long ago. Why didn´t I just go and pee? Maybe it was the beer, that made me too proud, stupid and overconfident. Maybe I actually believed I could hold it long enough to get off the bus, reach my own house, kick my shoes off in the hallway and then just go into the bathtub in the last second, before everything came pouring down my jeans in sweet relief.
Or maybe I actually liked the excitement of this. The thought of not making it. The challenge.
I had been pretty comfortable so far, but after our next and last bath in the snow I was actually getting so desperate that I couldn´t think straight. Billy asked me when the buses were leaving, because I use to know that, but now I just didn´t remember. He checked his phone and said we should hurry up and get changed. I knew I should just go and pee now, but I still didn´t. I had told Billy I wasn´t desperate at all, hadn´t I? And I didn´t want to waste such a good hold on a normal boring peeing on the ground.
With full concentration I went into one of the cubicles in the changing room. The pee heavy in my stomach. As I janked my bikini bottom down there was a confusion in the brain-bladder connection. “Great, we´re in the bathroom” the bladder seemed to think, and before I could stop it a trickle ran down my leg. I wiped it up with my towel, for a moment thinking about putting the towel between my legs and pee into it like a diaper… But Billy was right next to me in the other cubicle and I was too scared he would hear the noise of it and catch me in the act.
Putting on my dry panties without having had relief felt just so wrong. Then the leggings.
I slightly rubbed myself, as silent as I could. It made the urges go away, and I could have cum on the spot, but that would make me start breathing weirdly, and I knew an intense orgasm could make me leak too. I put my light blue jeans on instead. Could barely button them with all this pee inside of me. I now had three layers. That would secure me from showing a small leak, but the spasms I was having now were getting stronger. Bending down to put my shoes on was a struggle, and now the urge for relief was so strong that I finally decided to give up and go pee in the darkness of the ditch before the bus came.
But Billy was already outside waiting for me. “The bus is coming already, come on”. He was right. The bus was a few minutes early and I saw the headlights up the road.
I don´t know, maybe I didn´t have time to think, but I joined Billy speed walking to the bus stop, even if it meant a slowly dribbling warmth in my underwear with every third step. And then we stopped. The bus went over the hill coming towards us. And now standing still the biggest desperation wave suddenly hit me. A two second spurt in my pants. And another one. It was unstoppable. I was going to wet myself. Now. Right in front of Billy, and the bus that just slowed down, stopped and opened its door in front of us. I didn´t want it to happen. Not like this. In panic I put a hand inside my pocket, and I´m usually not so fast with ideas but this time I was and it saved my ass… well, for the moment.
“Fuck! I forgot my phone in the changing room, gotta go back and get it and take the next bus, you go ahead, see you on Tuesday…“ The words streamed out of my mouth faster than the pee slowly in shorts spurts soaked the inside of my leggings, probably already starting to make a dark spot in the crotch of my jeans. I didn’t dare looking down to check it out. Billy fortunately only looked at my face.
“Yeah, yeah. See you then!” he sighed, a little bit tired of me since it happens pretty often that I forget my belongings somewhere. He turned his back against me and got on the bus. I started walking the other direction, still clenching all my muscles. But as the bus went, so did also all the last of my will power to stay dry. This was it. I just stood there on the side of the road, as over one liter of pee flooded my pants in half a minute. The patches spread and it was running straight through the fabric in hot rivers, steaming in the cool air. It was amazing. So warm against the cold. I felt so calm and relaxed. But it soon changed.
For fucks sake. What had I done? My jeans were soaked, with just a perfect evenly shaped pee stain reaching all the way from the crotch down the inside of my legs. My ass was soaked as well. I had hat kind of beautiful wet patch that even to an untrained eye can only mean one thing. That woman just totally pissed her pants. At least I was alone. Thank god I was alone.
Walking back to the clubhouse the wetness against my skin wasn´t that warm anymore. I was happy I did have the keys, and didn´t have to stay out in the cold. But I couldn´t go directly inside. My shoes were filled with pee, and the feet dripping as I stepped out of the shoes. I took my socks off, sticked my feet barefoot into the snow and then I walked into the house. My now ice cold jeans were clinging to my legs, and I decided to sit in the still pretty warm sauna for a while. I found a big garbage bag to put under my ass and made sure no pee stained surface touched the wood.
Alright, I had half an hour to kill until next bus. What to do? You all know what I did. I´m not gonna go into details. But after the second time it was actually perfect timing to go to the bus. Trying to ignore the fact that I had also started to smell, I got out to the bus stop again, with the empty plastic bag in my hand. In case the bus driver hesitated to allow me on the bus I would assure them I wouldn´t make a mess on the seat.
I was kind of nervous when the bus arrived. I had never been so obviously wet in front of someone before. The driver looked down my pants. He definitely saw and understood what had happened, but he didn´t say anything and I couldn´t really read his face. The rest of the bus was almost empty, and I went down the aisle to pick a seat. I saw the driver turning his head against the noise of me placing the plastic bag on the seat and sitting down on it.
Finally on my way home now. But I soon got reminded what always happens after a long hold. Your bladder fills up fast and you need to pee again. I was getting desperate, but now with a sore bladder and it wasn´t a pleasant feeling.
With ten minutes left on the ride I decided to ease the pressure just a little bit, since I was sitting on the plastic bag, and everything. No, actually it wasn´t a decision. I just gave it a thought, and then my body cheered upon the idea, and let out a big spurt before I gave it a second thought.
My wet bum felt warm again, but as the clothes couldn´t really absorb much more, it was pooling up between my legs and I managed to stop the flow with just a short delay. Soon after that the puddle overflowed and a thin stream running over the edge of the plastic covered seat created a small puddle on the floor. Fuck. I had made a mess. I felt shameful but pretended like nothing and just made sure not to let anything more out. We reached my bus stop, and I carefully got up, and tried to hold the plastic bag in a way that it wouldn´t drip while jumping out the bus to put it in the waste bin outside.
On the way home from the bus stop I just relaxed as I walked, allowing leaks to happen and rewet my pants. All damage that could be done was done, so why suffer. My crotch felt warm and nice as I let it out little by little.
The streets were quiet. A few cars passed me by and if they looked at me they probably saw my wet pants. I just hoped it wasn’t someone I knew.
The temperatures were getting even lower, and my legs and feet felt like they were turning to ice. I was glad it was just a short walk left. I was just gonna pass by the 7-11 store and then I´d be home. I walked faster as I passed the store, in case there were people inside who could see me. Fuck. I wasn´t that lucky. I heard the doors slide open behind me just as I passed them. And then someone called my name.
I turned around. I Couldn´t believe it. Walking towards me with a big bottle of coke in his hand was… Yes, of course. Billy. And there I stood, with my obvious pee stains all the way down to my feet. Frozen in place. First he looked confused, and as if he didn´t know how to react, but that was only for a short moment. Then he started laughing.
“Come on, that is a stupid way of trying to make yourself warm… It gets´s cold really quickly, right?” he smiled.
“Talking form experience, I guess?”, I said. (I have No idea where those words came from, because my mind felt completely blank).
He just shook his head and kept laughing at me.
“I will be kind. I´m not gonna force you to explain what the fuck happened. Not today. You´d better just hurry home before you catch a cold.”
“Well, I was on my way…” I complained.
“Sorry to interrupt you. See you! And you´re not getting a goodbye hug from me, ha ha. ” he said, gave me a little wave and walked away. Managing not to bump into anyone else I passed the next house and finally hurried up the stairs into my apartment, the warm shower, the change of pants, and the bed.
Lying there exhausted I was thinking back on the whole evening. It was with very mixed feelings. Sure my full bladder had emptied itself through fabric, just like it had craved… But apart from that, absolutely nothing had ended up the way I planned it. I had for the first time wet my pants in public with zero chances to hide the aftermath. Sitting on a plastic bag in that bus and even peeing a little bit on the floor had been embarrassing and humiliating. And if that wasn´t enough, just when I thought it was over, I had been seen by my friend. My most annoyingly spiteful dear friend. The grin he had on his face as he left had told me he wouldn´t let me live this down. It was horribly awkward. And still…
I was thinking about what it would be like to meet with the ski club next Tuesday. What would Billy say to me? Would he let the others know or would he just be hinting about it, making me embarrassed with subtle insinuations? The thought of this was killing me right now. I could barely wait. |
Hi all,
So this is my first attempt at a fictional story. Apologies for any typos/ramblings. I haven’t got a decent device to type and check back on so it was all done on my phone.
Firstly a bit of background. The story is based on the characters from the Comoran Strike novels by Jk Rowling (I know some of her views have been out there and this is no means a sign of support of these views).
I simply enjoyed the books and particularly the character Robin Ellacott. She was a character I would have loved to read about needing to pee, being desperate etc. The great thing about fictional characters in novels is that you can make these types of things come to life (to an extent obviously given the talent deficit). So I’ve decided to write my own story with this is mind. I’ve probably gone well over the top so I’ve split it into 6 chapters to make it easier to to digest for everyone.
As always feel free to feedback and do shout out if you want to hear more otherwise I won’t post further chapters.
Anyway I hope you enjoy. Chapter 1 is below:
It was late on a sunny Friday afternoon Robin was very happy with her weeks work. Strike had left for the afternoon and was not due to return until much later. Robin was left to lock up for the night. She had a productive afternoon finishing most of her tasks. At about 3pm she decided to embrace the upcoming weekend and changed from her business suit into her high waisted light blue jeans and a red short sleeved top. She was meeting Matthew after work so was all good to go once he was finished for the night. She even decided to leave her trainers off and enjoy the comfort of bare feet while she had the office to herself. The next couple of hours ran by quickly with Robin drinking plenty of tea and water. 5pm hit and she shut down her computer and made a mental note to head to the loo before leaving after realising that she had only been once today at about 10am and had drank a lot.
As she got up the weight of her bladder became much more noticeable promoting her need to head to the loo as soon as she could. She headed to the kitchen to clean up her dishes and cups. She turned the tap on and her bladder twinged a little, she grimaced and crossed her legs tight to dull the urge. She then quickly finished washing her dishes. Then shut up the kitchen and headed over to put her trainers on not wanting to head to the grubby toilet barefooted.
Just as she got to her trainers she heard some footsteps coming up the stairs - 2 lots of them. Was Strike back this early? She thought to herself. The footsteps were quicker and lighter than strikes so Robin believed it was a client, as the got closer to the door Robin shouted ‘Sorry, we’re closed’. However this did nothing to stop the steps and the door to the office burst open with 2 young lads entering, Robin guessed they were maybe 19-20 years old. One was tall and thin with a skinhead while the other one was shorter and stockier with bleach blond hair.
‘Alright misses where’s Strike at’ the tall one grunted.
‘He’s away for the night’ Robin answered firmly
‘Well that just isn’t good enough’ said the stockier lad ‘He owes us some money and we want it now’
‘Well I’m sorry he isn’t here so you’ll need to leave’ Robin replied with attempted authority however she was now regretting that she was standing in her casual clothes, barefooted with a bladder close to bursting point all undermining this attempted authority.
‘I am just locking up now’ she added
‘No you aren’t, your going nowhere until we get our cash - £2000 right now’ said the tall lad
‘I’m afraid I’ll have to call the police then’ Robin stated looking over to the desk as she heading to her mobile phone.
‘I don’t think so’ said the tall lad as he shook his head pulling out a small pocket knife, while the blond pulled out a small handgun.
‘Oh shit!’ Robin murmured as her heart raced and the sight of the knife and gun made Robins bladder contract slightly causing her to nearly lose control but she recovered just in time.
‘Come on boys you don’t want to do this’ Robin pleaded.
‘Don’t give us that, your not a teacher. Stupid bitch, just stand there until Mr Strike returns’ the tall lad shouted his anger rising
‘He’ll be ages’ Robin panicked feeling her emotions and anxiety really heighten with the thud of her heart louder than she could remember.
‘We have all the time in the world’ the blond lad laughed.
Robin immediate concern was now her desperately full bladder - ‘Well let me use to loo please’ Robin pleaded.
‘Haha not a chance, you’ll be looking to escape or alert some, thinks were daft she does’ the blond lad stated.
‘I promise I won’t I really need to go, please’ Robin pleaded.
“I said no, plus IF you do need to go it’ll be nice entertainment for us you’re not bad looking for an older lass, I quite fancy seeing you squirm’ he said looking her up and down creepily.
Robin felt major panic and was trying to hide it. Her bladder was becoming numb with pain, as she believed she was slowly losing control of it. She had remembered having the numb bladder pain before in her life with worrying consequences firstly back at school in year 9.
Old enough to know better but Robin often avoided the toilets in school - too smelly and dirty. One day her desperation was worst than ever after school and it was a day the bus got stuck in traffic. She noticed then the feeling in her bladder slowly become numb and heavy. She was ok while sat down but then getting up at her stop seemed to add even more weight to her bladder and as she walked down the bus she started to feel light headed from the pain and then a sudden warmth in her crotch then down her legs, see was letting out a steady stream of wee into her school trousers. Robin walked as fast as she could with tears in her eyes unsure if anybody was witnessing what was happening to her and too scared to look anywhere but ahead. She left the bus for the dark night and thankfully for her nobody followed her as she tried but failed to stem the flow she just continued to urinate as she walked. She finally built up the courage to look down and was horrified to see her grey school trousers with a huge wet stop down the insides of both legs still glistening as fresh urine still escaped her. She finally finished and was home a few minutes after. She hoped to slip in unnoticed but this didn’t go to plan. Her mum saw her and berated her for what had happened ‘How old are you, for goodness sake Robin you should be ashamed’ and she really was.
This was thankfully for Robin the last issue like that until she was 20 years old and this time she was at a festival. It was super busy with lots of drinking. By the last night loads of toilets were out of order and queues were stupidly long. Many of Robins group decided to start squatting rather than finding a toilet. Robin though was never like this even after a few drinks, she had a great desire to keep her private’s private. Thankfully one other girl Sarah was the same - the last nights card was highly stacked so Robin and Sarah held out for longer than usual but finally hit the point where a toilet was needed now. They were both wearing short denim hot pants with a T-shirt and hoody. Alcohol had muddled there judgement and the queue was suitably huge and barely moving. Robin began to experience the numbness in her very heavy bladder. Half way through the queue Robin was close to the edge - Sarah was seemingly past it ‘Fuck this’ she said ‘I’m starting to piss myself she ran from the queue in full view of everyone pulled her shorts and knickers down flashing her privates for all too see and let out one of the largest most forceful streams Robin had ever seen. The view helped trick Robins bladder into its first little leak ‘Shit’ Robin muttered. Sarah came back over to Robin ‘Wow, that’s much better’ she smiled while slightly blushing. ‘Aren’t you bothered that everyone saw….er you know down their?’ Robin asked. ‘A little but rather that than piss myself in this line’ she said. ‘Come on you just do it Robin’.
‘No I couldn’t, not a chance anyones seeing my foof’
‘Fucking hell foof, what you like Rob. Just leave you knicks on and go through them then, you seriously think you’ll make it in this queue?’
‘Pee through my knickers? No thanks I’ll make it’ Robin said determinedly
20 minutes later Robin was at the front of the queue - a few small leaks had escaped but nothing to much and Robins shorts we most wee free. Then finally it was her turn - as she walked to the stall she felt light headed and dizzy and couldn’t feel her bladder at all. Then she felt sudden warmth in the crotch and edge down her bare legs. ‘Shit!’ she cursed as she started peeing in quick bursts while running to the stall. She got to the stall slammed the door and was about to pull her shorts down when she realised the door had rebounded back open. Her bladder then totally gave up and began to release itself full blast with a loud hiss from the hot jet of pee escaping poor Robins tortured body. She quickly got back to the door and closed it. It was however every dark and it took about 25 seconds for Robin to figure out the lock so the door would stay shut, all that time Robin was urinating full blast into her denim shorts, all down her legs and onto her trainers and the already horrible wet floor of the toilet. By the time to door was done Robin conceded that the worst of the damage was done so didn’t try to get her shorts of again, she just stood in the dark feeling the warm liquid leave her body and splatter on the floor. It felt very weird but not as gross as she imagined and see wasn’t overly ashamed of herself. The alcohol probably helped but she was private in the toilet it was very dark all over so she reasoned that few people would notice and or care about her accident. She tied her hoody round herself and met Sarah. ‘Did you make it’ - ‘Yes and No’ Robin laughed flashing the damp spot the front of her shorts which actually was alright. ‘That’s not too bad girl, I’ve had much worst’. Robin declined to show her the back which she knew was much worse and her trainers were particularly wet. The rest of the night wasn’t to comfiest of Robins life but nothing else was ever mentioned.
These 2 scenarios kept racing through Robins mind as the numbness and weight in her bladder got worst and worst minute by minute. Then she reasoned with herself - Robin your 27 now you were a child and drunk on those other occasions. 27 year old sober women don’t wet themselves - held hostage or not. You can hold it. With her previous 2 accidents Robin was somewhat ‘lucky’ that nobody really witnessed the accidents directly, at least that she knew of. Today though these lads would love every second if she did give up. No she said in her head defiantly I am not wetting my pants today. Little did she know how wrong she would be. |
Chapter 2
Robins determination was to be applauded another 30 minutes past with her stood at gun and knife point and she barely even moved. Her body was screaming to move and dance to suppress the desperation. More than anything she wanted to grab hold of her crotch to help with her fight. Her desperation was off the chart and worse than she had ever felt before. She was sweating with her heart racing. Her bladder was feeling somewhat numb and extremely heavy with all the tea and water she had been drinking. But she didn’t want to give the 2 lads anything to get excited about. Had she been elsewhere at this moment of severe desperation she may well have let go already, she would have certainly been holding herself but not today not with these two here.
‘You sure ya need to piss’ the blond lad asked obviously not feeling Robin seemed too desperate .
Robin just nodded and gritted her teeth.
‘May I please sit, my legs are hurting’ Robin asked thinking being sat down would make holding on easier.
‘Yes go on then’ he said and Robin gratefully but slowly began to walk to the desk chair. The movement was causing her bladder to suffer even more and she felt the a tiny dribble sneak out against her will. Robins whole body tensed up to stop the impending flood. Both lads noticed this.
‘Actually no you can’t sit down’ he said, walk over to hear and stand legs apart and arms by your side’
‘What the fuck, why! please can I just sit….my legs……they ache……please….’ Robin trailed off as tears formed in her eyes and another small 1 second stream released gently into her jeans. She realised the situation was getting away from her and she was on the verge of wetting herself right here in front of these 2 idiots.
‘Nath lad I think the show may be getting started - get over there now bitch’ snarked the blond lad aggressively.
‘Don’t say my name’ Nath said
‘It doesn’t matter, Strike knows us anyway’
‘Please, please just let me go to the toilet I don’t want to wet myself, not here or please look away at the very least ’ Robin began to sob any semblance of control now gone as tears began to stream down her now bright red face as the realisation of what was about to happen struck her.
‘Look away fuck that not everyday you get to see grown woman like you piss yaself, you dirty slut. I am not missing this’ Nath said
‘Strike will fuck you up when he sees you I promise’ Robin threatened as a last form of defence as another steady 3 seconds stream leaked out a small noticeable wet patch now forming on the crotch of her jeans.
Robin finally made it too where she was told to stand.
‘Strikes a pussy and won’t do fuck all’ said the blond lad ‘plus if this is as good at it promises we might knock him some money off so come on love stop with the pride shit and piss yaself already, I can see you’ve started’ he said nodding down at the small wet patch on Robins jeans.
Robin was in huge trouble and she knew it - she still had a small amount control but urine kept leaking out in small dribbles at regular intervals. Robin yearned to just let go and enjoy the relief her pain was so bad. However, She decided to try and make this as mundane as a 27 year woman peeing herself could possible be. Little tiny streams she thought just hold on for every second….don’t give up. Don’t give them the satisfaction of a full loss of control but it was all getting too much.
‘You absolute bastards, please just let me, let me…….no,no…….’ Robin trailed off.
Robin was going light headed the weight in her bladder was unbearable and pushing for imminent release, she had continued to let go of a number of steady streams resulting the wet spot growing to the size of a teacup and then stretching down the inside of her left leg to her mid thigh. Robin had hoped these may have eased the pressure which was close to breaking point but it just got worse and worse. Then everything went quiet and Robin could just hear her own heart beating - it felt like an out of body experience. Who was she?….what was happening……. oh no she realised!!!!!! WARMTH, warmth spreading faster than ever around her crotch her bladder suddenly releasing fully without warning. The room was silent all she could hear was her pounding heart and then for a mortifying 6 second burst a loud hiss of urine escaping her body and a huge uncontrolled rate. This noise itself was intimate for Robin, she always knew that whenever she really had to go in extreme desperation she would always make a loud hiss as she peed. She was always embarrassed hearing it and so always did her best to control a steady stream when around others, such her even husband Matthew had rarely heard this uncontrolled sound himself. Once the hiss subsided the sound was replaced with the gentle splattering of Robins urine hitting the floor with a puddle of wee growing rapidly.
Time seemed to be moving in slow motion. Robin seemed to have a hyper sense to everything that was happening imprinting this nightmare moment into her brain forever. She felt urine exploding out of her vagina, warmth flooding into her underwear and jeans, it was cascading down both of her legs like a wild waterfall there was also a solid stream dropping straight from her crotch onto the laminate floor of the office. She could also feel urine running up her backside due to the shear force and volume. Her feet were being warmed on the cold floor by a golden shower emanating from her most intimate of areas. The sound of all this was like a tap was left running at full blast somewhere. The actual wetting itself was strangely cathartic Robin felt - the feelings, the warmth and sound she didn’t mind and wasn’t as disgusted in herself as she imagined she would be. However she could see the 2 lads stood strangely quiet almost surprised by what they were seeing - like they didn’t think a grown woman could wet herself this badly. They then started to smile and laugh about what they were seeing. The puddle was growing so quickly they had to take a step back - after 30 seconds Robins jet like stream died into a calmer steady stream. After another 20 seconds she felt the ability to be able to stop and she did stem the flow. Only a few seconds later though she felt a huge pain in her bladder again as a secondary urge overtook her, she had no strength to hold anymore and so a new steady stream gently released causing her jeans to glisten making it clear to all that Robin was peeing again. Robin came out of her trance like state and became more aware of her environment at this time. She was aware that the lads were taking photos of her.
‘Fuck off boys, what’s with the pictures is the live show not enough….pricks’ Robin raged finding her anger levels now rising. After about 30 seconds more the stream finally subsided followed by a couple of little squirts to finish off. She stood for a few seconds until the puddle settled.
‘Can I go clean up now’ Robin asked solemnly.
‘Good show, wow you really did have to go crazy bitch, nah no cleaning up but yah can sit down now, we still want strike’ said Nath
He dragged the black office chair out from behind the desk Robin slowly meandered to the chair making ripples in the puddle as she moved and then clear pee footprints once out of the puddle showing the clear path she walked.
The lads seemed to be chatting about something else now with Robins excruciating drenching seemingly now old news. Robin sat slowly in the chair with the wetness of urine on her bottom particularly uncomfortable. She then noticed it was only 5:45. 15 minutes until Matthew should finish work. She wondered what will happen next as she sat down totally drenched her her own urine.
To be continued. |
Recap:
Robins Friday night has gone badly so far. She’s being held by intruders at work waiting for her boss to get back and pay him. Robin has been forced to wet herself in front of the intruders after being denied bathroom access. The story continues after Robins mortifying accident.
Chapter 3
Robin spent the next hour staring into space seemingly half-conscious in her own world. The lads tried to engage in conversation on a few occasions mostly banter about the faint smell of urine now hanging in the room - the smell wasn’t too strong because of how much tea and water Robin had drank, a regret she now had from her decent Friday afternoon that seemed like such a long time ago. She was now feeling cold as the urine that had soaked her jeans had now cooled down and left Robins legs, crotch and bottom very damp. She also felt itchy and sticky from the drying urine. However, worse than all this though and to Robins surprise that despite having probably the largest wee in her life less than an hour ago she was now back to a severe level of desperation on a par with earlier. Sitting down made it easier to hold but her bladder control felt severely weakened and Robin felt she was on the verge on another embarrassing accident.
She was trying to stay still despite the overwhelming urge to rock and move to dull the urge but she didn’t want grab attention to herself. The lads were distracted on their phones and at the moment paying Robin no attention what so ever, which she was relieved about. However, her situation was becoming desperate as the urge intensified. Robin saw 3 options available to her at this point. The first was to ask to go and use the toilet - however they’d likely say no and it would be all eyes on her again. They might even get her to stand up like a performing seal again for act 2. ‘No thank you’ Robin thought. Option 2 was to try and make a dash for the loo. It was barely 10 steps from where Robin was sitting just outside of the closed office door. Not a great idea Robin felt. She reasoned that she’d unlikely make it once moving and risked potential violence against her for not listening to them. Not worth it considering she was still soaked from earlier and so fresh embarrassment may be reduced - although having never wet herself 2 times within an hour before Robin couldn’t be certain this would be the case. So, to Option 3. Robin was contemplating whether to just give up and wet herself quietly here in the chair. They may not even realise she was doing it. Certainly, if it’s a smaller wee and the chair contains it. However, it was leather and so containment would be limited and it felt like a sizeable amount awaiting release. However, despite this Robin felt option 3 was her only real option. She felt her heart flutter in a strange nervous excitement at the thought of releasing her bladder again and she could feel herself blushing even thinking about it. That’s strange she thought to herself.
Robin’s desperation was now off the chart, she felt her bladder was ready to let go any second. Robin took a deep steady breath, She was ready to go and was going to do it on her terms this time, quietly and steadily. In her head she began a countdown with the goal to keep the stream nice and steady 5…..4…..3……
‘Hey up Nath, our girls been quiet for a while’ said the blond lad walking up to Robin. Robin quickly tried to reverse the impending release but a steady 2 second stream released between Robins legs which she quickly opened so it wouldn’t pool in her lap and on view of the others. Robin noticed a quick glisten of fresh urine on her jeans and hoped she was the only one to notice this. Somehow against all odds Robin managed to stem the flow as the blond lad towered over her. Her bladder was now throbbing for release, it was painful and the earlier accident had definitely reduced Robins ability to hold. She internally begged for the lad to move on and just let her piss herself in peace.
‘Your shows made me want to go, where’s the bog’ he asked Robin
‘Why should I tell you' She yelled although knowing it was futile as it was literally outside.
‘Well, you look to be getting cold so I could warm you up’ he stated as he put his hand down his trousers implying that he would urinate over Robin.
‘Oh, urgghh please no it’s down the hall’ she begged, horrified at the thought. It was one thing being soaked in her own wee but somebody else’s in this situation would have really tipped Robin over the edge.
‘Haha thanks, I wouldn’t waste it on you, pissy tramp’ he stated as he walked off.
Robin was starting to cry again and her heart was pounding. Her bladder was screaming for relief but for once that had to come second as she felt on the verge of panic attack, her head was woolly, sound muffled. The threat of violence against her had brought what was happening home to her. Her breathing was becoming fast and laboured, Robin felt light headed on the verge of fainting. She tried to take control…eyes closed, deep breaths, focus on close noises, the street, the birds…..her heart rate starting settling a little, her breathing becoming calmer. She tried to stay in the trance of calmness however a part in the back of her head was screaming to her ‘you have to go now, time is up’. The panic hadn’t yet subsided though and so Robin had to ignore the message and concentrate on staying calm- then suddenly a gentle warmth in her crotch as her bladder relaxed against her will the stream much gentler and calmer than earlier. The warmth spread in the chair to her bottom. The warmth was somewhat soothing. It was spreading and pooling at her bottom and under her legs. A strangely pleasant feeling Robin noted. Robin remained calm and while she was yet again wetting herself uncontrollably this was the way to do it in her world, in her calm. The feeling of warmth spreading around her crotch, pooling a little in her lap and then between her legs. She could feel urine pulling around her bottom a feeling she was enjoying. Then suddenly a loud splatter like sound appeared, she realised it was the pool of urine now running off the edge of the chair that she continued to urinate on. Seconds later she could hear the lads muffled cheers and laughs obviously alerted to her latest accident following the sound. But Robin decided to stay in her world push the sounds of them out and experience and if possible, enjoy the feelings, the emotions, the sounds and even the faint smell of fresh pee. She wasn’t ashamed, they had made her do this supposedly disgusting, embarrassing, childish act not once but twice this but she had found peace and control and this made her feel pride and other feelings Robin was feeling confused with.
Robin continued to urinate steadily for 40 seconds not once opening her eyes to the creeps no doubt photographing her latest embarrassment. The lads had watched the puddle cascade off the chair and grow and grow until it met the previous puddle meaning nearly a third of the office was now covered in Robins lightly scented wee almost as if her territory was marked. They looked at each other and the humour in the situation had now gone - there was a strange atmosphere and Robin somehow despite having no weapons, being on her own, being much smaller than both lads and not least totally and uncontrollable peeing herself in the most embarrassing way had taken control of the situation. 2 hours ago, the thought of her peeing herself twice, in the office, in front of intruders would mortified her beyond believe. While the experience was mortifying and horrific, losing that semblance of control that she felt entitled too - that control was gone but she had got through it. What more could be done to her? The lads didn’t strike her as ones who wanted to raise the stakes any further and they just happened to take advantage of the opportunity being a very desperate Robin and no Strike about.
Robin’s stream finally died down and she opened her eyes and starred at the lads with alarming confidence for somebody dripping in their own urine.
‘Right boys, you’ve had your fun seeing me piss myself now here’s a deal. Option 1 delete all the photos and fuck off now. I’ll pass your message onto Strike about the money with a nice discount thanks to my charm of course. Then we mention no more. This never happened!! Or we can try option 2 you carry on waiting another 3/4 hours for Strike, I’ll keep on peeing every hour or so as I’ve had lots to drink and my bladder is wrecked thanks to you. I’d imagine him returning a few drinks deep to you 2 with his assistant soaked to the bone in her own pee and so emotionally scarred she may never come back; I am great at my job too so this would make him very unhappy. So, which it?’
‘We could clean up’ Nath reasoned
‘Good luck with that, how are you going to dry me’ Robin laughed hoping they didn’t notice her bag of work clothes behind the desk.
They looked at each other and mumbled a bit.
‘Ok, we’re off tell him though we’ll be collecting next week’ Nath said as he turned to the doors.
‘Ah photos let me see’ Robin demanded still sat in the seat.
‘Ah yes here you are’
They both held their phones out going through pictures of Robin mid accident on. Robin felt strange looking at them like it was someone else and also couldn’t believe the sheer volume of urine produced in both accidents.
The lads went through each one and deleted them one by one and then deleted them from their recycle bin. Robin strangely quite liked a couple of the pictures feeling she looked attractive and could have been off one of those dodgy websites she’s sometimes looked at in investigations. Oh well maybe another career option if this goes wrong thought Robin mockingly. Once the final pictures were gone the lads turned and left with Nath leaving with one last message
‘Night pampers it’s been fun, enjoy cleaning’
Robin smirked and gave him the finger as they walked out laughing.
Robin sighed a leaned back exhausted from her exertions and contemplating where to start the clean-up. There was no way she wanted anybody to know about this even if it wasn’t her fault.
To be continued |
RECAP: Robin has finally got rid of the intruders to her office but not before she had embarrassingly wet herself on 2 occasions. We now join Robin as she looks to tidy up her mess while contemplating what has happened.
Chapter 4
Robin sat for 10 minutes doing nothing. The events of the past couple of hours rushing through her head. While Robin was embarrassed that she had wet herself twice as a grown adult she was not as disgusted as she thought she would be and wasn’t feeling too much of a urge to change out of her wet clothes. However the chances of Strike returning or Matthew coming to find were now rising. She noticed it was now 7pm well after when Matthew was due so she stood up slowly to check her phone. She was almost stuck to the seat and her bottom half was like she had been in the bath barring a small dry part at the top and bottom of her soaked jeans. As Robin stood up Robins bladder twinged with a slight urge to release yet again. While this feeling was well below the desperation she had felt already twice today a mixture of an exhausted bladder, already being soaked and just not being bothered anymore Robin didn’t fight to natural urge to let go again. Quickly her crotch was yet again greeted with a warm feeling that then ran down her legs and onto her feet causing ripples in the previously still puddle on the floor. Robins soaking jeans to glistened with fresh urine once more. The steady stream died down after about 10 seconds with a couple of small solid spurts following as the bladder fully emptied and ached for a rest. Blushing Robin considered if that counted as a third accident of the evening and concluded as it was so close to the last one and small enough that I think I’ve ‘only’ pissed myself 2 and a bit times today.
‘Good going Rob’ she joked out loud ‘You are winning’
She slowly walked through her puddle and around to her desk to get to her phone. She was now very aware of how wet her jeans were as the rubbed against her legs as she moved. Robin got to her phone as as she suspected had received missed call and a text from Matthew. Only one missed call though? Robin then read the text -
Sorry Rob, something majors come up at work stuck here until late, have to cancel so just head home.
Robin was actually relieved as this gave her a chance of being able to get home and clean up without Matthew ever knowing. He already hated her job and felt it was unsuitable for Robin. This would just at ammo to his argument maybe fairly on this occasion but that was not a battle Robin wanted today.
She monitored the room and decided the huge puddles were the place to start cleaning before she changed back into her work clothes. She was embarrassed but also impressed at the amount of pee she had produced over a short period of time - wondering if that was a unique skill of hers. Knowing my luck it would be she thought - ‘Robin Ellacott - pissing for England’ - she smirked.
15 minutes later the puddles were no more. Robin spayed as much hair freshener as she dared to get rid of the definite smell of urine. She still wasn’t convinced it was gone but then she was still covered in pee herself. So finally off to the bathroom she headed 2 and half hours after she first intended to visit it and much wetter and soggier for that wait.
Robin entered the small grubby room with her bag of work clothes she looked at the mirror seeing her drenched jeans fully for the first time. Robin blushed again but surprisingly she wasn’t too ashamed.
Unsure where to start. Robin started by undoing and pealing her soaking wet jeans down her legs which were actually shaking quite visibly. The jeans were sticky and cold and the smell off drying urine was clear to Robin. Pulling them down revealed Robins dark green knickers that were also soaked heavily at the crotch. She turned round to assess the damage to the back of the knickers and the whole back was soaked through she pulled her jeans off then slid her damp knickers down her now itchy legs, revealing her tidy strawberry blond pubic mound. Without thinking she ran her hand through her pubic hair, picking up dampness from her accidents. She reached and felt her pert bottom with both hands it too was feeling sticky and intchy from the partially dried urine. Robin unbelievably again had the urge to pee so finally sat on the toilet for the first time this morning. She let out a solid stream actually taking a much greater interest in the stream leaving her body. She peed for another 10 seconds and was beginning to wonder where all this urine was coming from. Robin then used paper towels, cheap bathroom soap and the only tap available which was colder than ice to try and clean herself off as best she could. Robin Palmed a damp soapy paper towel around her vagina, bottom and her legs. After 10 minutes Robin felt cleaner but far off her usual standards and was still twitchy about smelling of urine. She got her work trousers out to put back on and realised the Green underwear she had was her only ones. Robin hated the thought of wearing no underwear like a naughty school girl. What’s more her office trousers were cheap and itchy at the best of times nothing separating that from her privates and bottom wasn’t appealing. Robin picked up her knickers to see how dry they had got tempted to see if she could get away with wearing them. The answer was not at all, wearing them would be uncomfortable and definitely result in a wet patch on her work trousers. No knickers it is Robin thought and sighed as she pulled on her itchy grey work trousers.
5 minutes later Robin was finally good to go home. She sprayed herself liberally in perform as she did to her damp clothes in her bag determined not to be that person who smells of wee on the underground. She locked up and headed down stairs onto the street. Robin felt odd walking knowingly without underwear on - something other woman may do without the slightest thought but not Robin. She walked to the nearest underground station at the end of the street. As she walked she noticed that her need to urinate was starting to build yet again.
‘For fuck sakes, come on Rob we can do this’ she said as she powered on towards the underground ready for the 40-45 minute trip home. |
Hi All, Following over a year of doing this story please find below the final 2 chapters of Robin’s story. I’ve really enjoyed writing this. Hope you all enjoy the end of this story. As always more than happy to get feedback on this. Thank you.
Chapter 5
30 minutes later Robin was sat in a half empty carriage on her train. 10 minutes left until her stop and then a 5-minute walk to her home. Robin was feeling fairly miserable after her terrible end to the week. However, she wasn’t as devastated as she imagined she would be. She was feeling itchy and unclean especially around her vagina and bottom, with her horrible work trousers seeming to react with the left-over urine and horrible office soap to make her feel like jumping in a cold bath in order to sooth herself. She was also paranoid that the train smelled like urine and that it was her or her bag, it probably wasn’t as this train tended to always smell this way. But today was the first time ever it had a slight chance of being Robin herself that smelled…..what a life milestone that is Robin thought.
On top of all this yet again Robin extremely long hold earlier and she was now paying the price. She laughed a little, cried a little, even considered just letting it happen - embrace being that smelly train wee person. But no Robin quickly came back to reality she’s a clean respectful girl from a respectful family and also knows quite a few people in the area. Wetting in the office in front of 2 strangers is one thing doing it in public and risking seeing a friend or worst one of Matthew’s friends was beyond comprehension. So, with this iron focus Robin tightly willed her bladder shut. She even allowed herself a cheeky crotch grab when nobody was close. This was something she had avoided in front of the lads earlier as they’d have seen it as her touching herself for thrills no doubt and she didn’t fancy giving them any further ideas to entertainment she could provide.
The brief holds helped Robin reach the end of her train journey she prepared to get up knowing that movement has been her bladders enemy today.
‘Come on Robin, no more peeing ourselves today we are 27’ she said under her breath.
With that she stood up and the immediate weight of her bladder was alarming as was the weakness of her pelvic floor as she felt she was on the verge of peeing yet again. Tears sprang into her eyes - No Robin, no you can do this she willed herself. She placed her work bag in front of her crotch hoping to block the impending flow from view from anybody watching. The train stopped and Robin walked on unsteady legs, every step she felt like another flood would begin instantly. She had no confidence in her ability to hold after the earlier events but slowly trudged on. She went lightheaded again the feeling in her bladder numb,
‘Shit, shit come on please not here’.
She awaited the warmth of the accident to follow but nothing happened yet, she then did something she would usually never do. In public albeit behind her work back she jammed her left hand down into her pants and other her aching uthreea. She held as tight against her skin as she dared in public. If anybody looked closely, they would say she was pleasuring herself in public. At this point she thought maybe the lesser of two evils following 2 and a bit accident already today.
The holding made it easier for Robin to walk but the urge was still great, and she was unsure if she could make it home. As she walked out of the station Robin was again starting to feel on the verge of letting go once more. The street was packed with people and was still light, so many people would see here and, on the walk, home. Robin then walked past a pub she didn’t know and decided to gamble on going in. It was a gamble that she could find and use (a lot of pubs have customer only codes on their toilets) within a couple of minutes otherwise inside this pub - the bell tower would be where she pees herself for the third time today.
She entered the bar which was thankfully darker and quieter than outside - not great for spotting a loo but should the worst happen (which Robin now fully expected to happen given today's events) she can be somewhat hidden and private while it happens. She wondered round her hand still in her trousers and was slightly wet - she didn’t feel any spurts but then given the the struggles so far today maybe wee was just leaking without a proper release. She was walking and walking and was running out of time. The sensation she had earlier was back signalling bladder release was imminent whether see was ready or not.
Tears formed in her eyes again. She was now looking for the loos but also at the same time somewhere quiet to hide for when the inevitable happened. Her bladder was really on the verge of letting go, she was amazed she hadn’t leaked significantly up to now - surprised what a firm grip can do down there. But the end was now near - her bladder was contracting in pain every 20 seconds. Every time Robin expected it to result in a major leak but still, she miraculously held out. Then like an angel in the sky she saw the sign for the woman’s toilets in the distance, she picked up pace and with that her bladder screamed even for for release. 5 steps away and there was a quick jet of pee burst into her hand. It was small but strong. Robin got to the door of the women’s toilet to see the sign: paying customers only ask for key!
‘Oh fuck, no no no this can’t be happening again!’ Another small release dampened her hand, but she was still somehow surviving any major damage. However, that was going to end here and now, Robin was feeling sick holding on for dear life desperate not to completely wet herself for a third time. Robin had given up hope and was trying to hide herself the best she could from view ready for the final flood - if it was as big as the earlier ones this was going to be messy in the small annoyingly bright section outside of the toilets, which was thankfully empty at the moment. It was too late she could not move anywhere better her bladder was totally numb just a dead weight of liquid ready to be dumped and it was contracting hard and constantly. Her left hand was still holding on for all she could, but it was now quite wet due to steady leaks. Robin then heard a noise somebody coming. Please just let me wet myself in peace she thought to herself resigned to the impending flood about the overwhelm her poor aching bladder. But then the woman’s bathroom door flung open.
A woman mid 60’s with dark hair and a orange tan staggered out and noticed Robins obvious plight.
‘Oh dear, I’m sorry love take this to the bar once you're done hope yer Knicks are still dry’.
If only you knew Robin thought unsure if even the few clear steps to the toilet were too far to go. She quickly managed one step, two step, three step…..sudden sprinkle of wee into her hand. ‘Fuuuuck’ Robin cried as she quickly made the final few steps in quick succession locked the door dropped her bags in a heap. Then in one fail swoop pulled her work trousers down while removing her hand from her throbbing privates she practically fell onto the toilet as she gushed the loudest hiss she ever heard as pee erupted from her. Ecstasy for Robin and she was on a toilet. Ah well I’m still just about house trained she thought to herself as the stream of relief eased and after a minute ended. Robin put her hands on her face in relief only to be surprised one was wet ‘Ah shit my pee’ as she wiped her face on her shirt.
The next task was to inspect her trousers which she suspected wouldn’t be great given all of the spurts she lost at the end. But actually, on inspection they were damp inside, but the outside showed very little. Result thought Robin. It was crazy how far her result expectations had dropped in few hours.
Robin finished up and took the key back, she felt bad nearly peeing on the floor so decided after the day she had to have a drink which turned into 3. She then headed back out of the pub and past the woman who left the loo before us.
‘Hi lovey, you looked pretty desperate before did you keep your Knicks dry’ she asked Robin.
It was a vulgar question Robin would usually ignore but a few drinks and today's events had changed Robin somewhat so see leaned over to her and whispered.
‘I’m not wearing any as I pissed in them earlier on’ Robin winked and smiled as did the woman with a look of confusion.
Robin headed off home for the night.
Chapter 6
Robin really enjoyed her short walk home. The sun was dropping, and the evening air was cool as she walked down the street. Robin was in a strangely happy mood and really couldn’t put a finger on why she felt so upbeat. Given the fact that in the last few hours she had been held at gun and knife point, wet herself completely for the first time ever as a sober adult not once but twice and also had a third extremely close call Robin would have expected to be downcast. But this wasn’t the case.
Maybe it was the triumph of not having an accident this third time? Robin had been 100% convinced she was going to pee herself for a third time and this would have, in her eyes been the worst of all. The first two accidents ones were forced, nobody can hold forever she thought and most of not all people would have done the same. Also, despite the two dickheads being present the accidents were relatively private, and she was able to clean up and change afterwards meaning the outside world knew nothing. In the pub though technically, nobody was stopping Robin use a loo in good time, there would have been a number of witnesses and then and possibly worst Robin would have had this same 5-minute walk but drenched in her own urine obvious for everybody to see. As she walked now looking at the various people going about their Friday evening, she had never been more appreciative of having dry pee free trousers. What a strange thought to have Robin thought and smiled to herself. She was though impressed with her ability to hold on that final occasion and not wetting yourself when you had resigned yourself to it happening seemed to be good for the mind. Robin headed into her street noticing that the gin and tonics she had in the pub were catching up with her and her bladder was again becoming full. However, Robin was not concerned at all as she headed through her communal front garden and opened her front door.
‘What a day’ Robin exhaled as she opened the door and the walked through to the entrance of her first floor flat.
It was now 8:15pm and Robin entered her flat and dumped her bags and removed her shoes. She stood for a second contemplating her next move.
The 3 g&t’s with no food had left Robin slightly merry, nothing too bad but she knew she had been drinking. Robin headed to the kitchen with her bag of soiled clothes and popped them in the washing machine, they were still damp but smelled mainly of perfume which Robin was grateful for. Robin felt her bladder twinge a little - her need at the moment minor but her broken bladder just begging for a break. Robin though subconsciously decided against heading to the loo right now and decided she needed food.
20 minutes later Robin was finishing up her microwave pasta meal accompanied by a glass of wine. She still hadn’t heard from Matthew and planned her evening in her head. Right Robin, a desperately needed shower, pop clothes washing on then and evening with the tv she thought to herself. Robin got up and cleaned up her dishes. Upon putting the tap on Robins bladder gave out a distress call and a sudden cramp crippled Robin. ‘Ow! She called allowed as she hunched over. For a quick moment Robin thought her bladder had released itself but it was a false alarm. The cramp ended and she was dry, but it was a reminder of the day's ordeals and a clear notice to head straight to the loo. She quickly washed her dishes with crossed legs and then headed to the bathroom for the loo and her very well-earned shower.
Robin flicked the bright bathroom light on and closed the blinds. Her bladder was now throbbing almost gearing up ready for release with the toilet in sight. Robin turned to the loo and was just about too undue her trousers when she caught a view of herself in the bathroom mirror. She turned to the mirror and studied herself, she wasn’t the kindest about herself and often lacked confidence, but Robin did shyly in her head admit you actually look pretty good tonight Robin - nobody would ever guess such an innocent beauty would have peed themselves. She stood in her red short sleeve top and her grey work trousers which despite being cheap and itchy hugged her figures in a very complementary light. Robin removed her top to reveal a dark green bra, matching the knickers she soaked hours ago. Robin’s heart was beating faster looking at herself in a way she hadn’t done for years. She removed her bra revealing her pert c cup breasts. Robin’s pale white skin often a hinderance to beauty she thought but tonight she felt every part of her was stunning. Robin wasn’t the most sexual of women - sex with Matthew was vanilla and routine, usually Matthew asleep with Robin left unsatisfied. Robin did masturbate occasionally but this was relatively rare as she always felt embarrassed. Probably harking back to when she was 16 and Robin was pleasuring herself in her room something she had recently discovered, she was mid orgasm trying to not make a noise. Then her door opened, and her mum walked in - ‘Oh Robin, what the hell is wrong with you’ she had screamed. Robin had pulled her quilt over her a hid absolutely mortified shouting ‘Get out!!’. She was given the most humiliating of talks later that evening from her mum a woman who really was a prude and didn’t believe women should have their own sexual appetites. Robin obviously disagreed but unfortunately the event did impact her overall sexual conference and desires.
Today though Robin was feeling something she hadn’t for a long time. She touched her pert breast and stroked her nipple. Her heart was beating and at that point her bladder let out another distress call. Robin looked at the loo but remained still her heart was now racing and Robin was beginning to understand something new about herself. Robin realised she didn’t want to use the loo, it would be an anticlimax she couldn’t believe she was thinking this was but she liked being desperate and the idea of letting go and wetting herself here in the bathroom excited her.
Robin blushed at the thought and was having a internal battle on whether she should. Thoughts were swimming through her head - just go to the toilet what’s wrong with you, nobody wets themselves on purpose, just let go, if it feels good just do it. She thought of her mum being disgusted, Matthew walking in to find his beautiful Robin peeing herself he would be disgusted no doubt. Robins negativity was winning the battle and she prepared to pull her trousers down. But the buzz from the thought of just doing it would not go away. Looking at the mirror she wondered what the wetness would look like spreading across her grey trousers. She imagined the feeling of warmth in her crotch again and down her legs and the sound it would make on the white tiled floor. Robin was breathing deeply realising that soon the decision would be taken for her as her bladder contracted in pain. ‘I can’t do this…..can I?’Robin whispered to herself.
Then clarity - I’ll do it she decided. She nervously eased her bladder her heart pounding and her privates tingling for attention. A few seconds past and nothing happened surprisingly. Her body was still fighting against a wetting - her years of bladder control were not to be easily bypassed. Earlier she had let go uncontrollably when she didn’t choose to. Now she was attempting to go on purpose her body wasn’t having it. How ironic Robin thought where was this control earlier? Knowing full well that the desperation level was a lot less. The delay had Robin second guessing herself again and contemplating the ridiculous nature of what she was doing. I am here in my bathroom a 27 year old adult trying to wee in my pants only 2 feet from my toilet. Robin’s face was red her breasts were beginning to cool and her nipples erect. Robin looked at herself in the mirror decided right one last try. She relaxed and waited, 5 seconds passed, 10,15,still nothing 20 then a feeling that it was coming her wee was near the edge Robin could tell and then PSSS a quick 2 seconds blast immediately cut off by instinct. Robin blushed even more noticing the small wet spot appear on her trousers crotch area. She could also feel a reasonable dribble moving slowly down her left leg however that wasn’t visible through her trousers.
A few seconds past and Robins urge had now intensified after she had subconsciously regained control after her first leak. Her pent up urine felt on the edge of her uthreea waiting to be let free. She duly obliged and relaxed her muscles this time no fight was given and a solid stream of urine released instantly flowing down her legs, the familiar warmth mainly down her legs was back happily this time in her own home and at her own will. The hiss of the urine escaping her was quiet but constant. Robin realising the lack of underwear resulted in a slightly different feeling from earlier giving her stream more space to go before coming into contact with the fabric of her trousers. Robin was almost hypnotised by her trousers for the first few seconds, the sight of her boring normal work pants quickly being taken over by a glistening patch of wetness which started as a quickly growing circle at her crotch before thin streaks quickly stretched down her legs before they began to thicken out as more and more urine escaped. Robin could here her urine splattering out if her trouser legs onto her bare feet and the floor. Robins stream continued steadily into her trousers. Robin put her hand onto her crotch and felt the warm fresh urine pool in her palm. Robin enjoyed the feeling immensely. She then took her dripping hand and put it to her face smelling and then licking her fingers surprised by the lack of taste. Robin noticed herself in the mirror and blushed further unsure what was driving her to such actions. Robin then decided to unbutton her top button if her pants, this movement stopped to flow of her urine, she quickly put her left hand into her trousers and over her vagina. Her pubic hair was dripping wet as was her whole vagina. Robin noticed the puddle on the floor had a yellow tinge something she had not noticed with her earlier accidents due to the dark floor. A few seconds after her hand was placed loosely on her privates and final burst of pee was released straight through her fingers. Warm and fresh straight from the source Robin was weak at the knees as her arousal levels skyrocketed. Robin peed solidly for another 20 seconds into her hand leaving a large puddle covering half of the bathroom floor. Robins allowed her stream to die down stood savouring the warmth in her trousers. She then slowly pulled the dripping trouser down her sopping legs. It was not the easiest to get them off and Robin nearly slipped in her own puddle. Robin thought my god imagine if I’d slipped and hurt myself. Matthew would come home to me unconscious in a huge puddle of my own pee - that would take some explaining she cringed. Robin now fully nude looked at herself in the mirror her legs glistening and damp. Robin then moved her left hand back to her pubic mound and her right hand to her left breast. Robin couldn’t believe how wet her vagina was due to her pee but the also the fact she was more aroused that she ever had been. Robin then pleasured herself and reached a huge climax less that 2 minutes after starting. The orgasm was so huge Robin collapsed to her knees and ended up kneeling down in her puddle of pee. Shaking following her climax Robin slumped down and sat down fully, her bare bottom sat is the large yellow now quite cool puddle. Robin stayed like this breathing deeply and shaking for about 5 minutes. She was processing the day's events still unsure what had occurred. She saw her soaked grey work pants and remembered back to 7am when she put them on ready for work. If at that point somebody had told Robin In 12 hours' time, she would be completely wetting those same trousers right next to her toilet ON PURPOSE before pleasuring herself to one of the biggest orgasms she had ever had she would have thought them insane. At this point Robins orgasm rush had past and her thought clarity came back. Realising that Matthew could be back at any time Robin jumped into action she stood up with dribbles of cold urine dripping for her bare bum and running down the backs of her legs. Robin was unsure how best to clean up - she was wet and now cold; the floor was wet, and she only had bathroom towels close at hand. Robin used a towel to dry the pee off her body and feet and put it around her being careful not to stand in the puddle again. Robin got some cleaning supplies and cleaned up her third large puddle of the day. After mopping up the puddle Robin picked up her drenched work trousers, bra and top which were both free of damage. Robin then headed to the washing machine and popped them in. Realising the towel, she had around her had been used to wipe the pee of her body Robin took it off and was now naked in the kitchen. She quickly popped the machine on and quickly ran back to the bathroom before anybody could see her through the windows. Robin then jumped in the shower and just before turning the water on felt another slight need to pee. She waited and a small steady stream released only 5 seconds long. This was about the only thing that Robin wasn’t surprised about. One of Robins dirty secrets was that she’d occasionally wee in the shower. The water just usually made her need to go, and she never fancied interrupting a shower when the water would just wash the wee away. Robin then turned the water on and soaped up her body and gave herself a very well needed clean.
After her shower Robin got her pyjamas on and headed to watch television and contemplate her crazy crazy day. |
Hey, all. Been a while. This was my entry for the May 2022 Writing Competition. More may come when the competition is over.
Sauna's Perspective:
The cool air greeted Sandra as she walked through the automatic doors of the gym, a welcome reprieve from the heat of this unusually warm spring day.
She cracked open her can of pre-workout energy drink. Sandra braced herself as she took a big gulp of the carbonated, heavily caffeinated, supplement. The cheery-sweet rocket pop theme on the can did little to undercut the bitter, chalky flavor of the liquid inside. It was bad, but Sandra figured it was a small price to pay for a sculpted physique.
It was about 4 in the afternoon, so the gym wasn’t exactly packed, but there were still plenty of people around. This was how Sandra liked it, just enough to keep her focused, motivated, and safe, but not so many that people would bother her or make her wait for equipment.
Sandra had been coming to this gym for close to a year now. It was large and offered a lot of amenities. She had managed to make a lot of progress since joining.
As Sandra walked past the front desk, she saw a man in a maintenance uniform talking to the receptionist. The woman at the desk seemed confused and the man looked nervous.
Sandra just shrugged and walked past. There was probably some equipment down, nothing for her to worry about.
As she reached the locker room, Sandra chugged down the last of her energy drink. She cringed as the last bit of concentrated flavor stuck to her tongue. Sandra quickly cleansed her pallet with a large gulp from her water bottle.
She looked down at her bottle. A third of its contents were already gone since leaving her house. That shouldn’t be a problem, the full bottle was close to a liter. Even if she did run out, there were fountains all around the building.
Sandra carelessly shoved her duffel bag into a locker and got changed into her workout clothes- a red sleeveless shirt and black biker shorts with a red stripe down the side.
Sandra’s ears perked up at the constant splatter sound of the showers. She suddenly became aware of a slight pressure in her lower abdomen. Those pre-workout drinks always went right through her.
She paused for a moment to consider the toilet stalls around the corner, but decided against it. She didn’t want to waste any more time and potentially cool down. Besides, going too early risked breaking the seal and ruining her entire workout. Sandra was confident she could hold it through her entire routine. She’d done it before.
With that settled, and her body starting to buzz from the energy drink, Sandra excitedly left the locker room to get this day started.
A little over half an hour later, Sandra was deeply into her rhythm, her bladder the furthest thing from her mind.
Midway through her set of rows, the generic rock music playing over the sound system was interrupted by a loud, shrill beep, breaking her focus. A woman’s voice came over the speakers,
“Attention, gym patrons! Due to some emergency maintenance, the water supply to this building will be temporarily shut off in 10 minutes! This should not affect regular operations, but all fountains, showers, and similar utilities will be out of service during this time. Please take the next 10 minutes to make use of these facilities if you need them. Again, the water supply, and all related utilities, will be temporarily shutting off in 10 minutes! We apologize for any inconvenience.”
That was weird, Sandra thought. That had never happened before. Usually work like that was done overnight. The announcement was so sudden, too.
With her attention pulled off of her workout, Sandra became more aware of the world around her. The slight pressure from earlier had upgraded to a dull throb in her bladder. It still wasn’t an emergency, but it was enough for her to consider going to the bathroom, especially since she didn’t know when she would get her next chance to go.
Sandra finished off her sets of rows, then stood up and wiped off the machine. She looked down at her stomach, considering her options for a moment. As much as she was reluctant to suspend her workout, the window of opportunity for a toilet break was closing. While she could probably still hold it much longer, Sandra decided it was better to be safe than sorry.
She picked up her water bottle- which now only held about a fourth of its original contents- and walked to the locker room.
Upon arrival, Sandra was greeted by a frustrating sight. The three functional stalls were already occupied, with a line of four other women waiting their turn, some looking more restless than others.
Even in the best of circumstances, waiting her turn would take several minutes. Getting back to the locker room had already cut into her routine. If Sandra waited in this line, she would lose all momentum and basically have to start her workout all over.
That thought, combined with the overwhelming splatter coming from the shower rooms, frustrated Sandra enough that she gave up on her pee break.
With a huff, Sandra left the locker room. She stopped by a fountain to refill her water bottle and hurried back to the equipment.
After a couple quick sets, Sandra was back into the trance of getting gains. As soon as she found her focus, it was ripped away from her as another announcement cut through the air.
“Attention gym patrons! We will now be shutting off the water for emergency maintenance. It is estimated that this will take around 20 minutes. We will provide updates as we get more information. We apologize again for the inconvenience.”
20 minutes? That was nothing. If Sandra had known the shutoff would be so short, she wouldn’t have wasted her time earlier. She knew everything would be just fine. That was, until Sandra stood up from her last set of lat pull downs.
She wasn’t sure if it was the intensity of her workout, the new energy drink, or the knowledge that she had nowhere to go, but the urgency from Sandra’s bladder had increased immensely. It wasn’t a full-blown emergency yet, but it was enough that Sandra would usually make finding a bathroom her top priority. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option now.
Sandra checked her watch and noted the time. 20 minutes, that was all she needed to wait.
As a precaution, Sandra started to slow down and decrease the intensity of her remaining exercises. She became much more mindful about taking sips from her now half-empty water bottle. She told herself she wasn’t afraid of having an accident, but there’s nothing wrong with being careful, right?
In between sets, Sandra found herself moving a little more stiffly, keeping her thighs close together. She kept anxiously checking her watch, which only made the time pass more slowly.
As the seconds trickled on, so, too, did the fluids entering Sandra’s bladder. Her urge was getting worse by the minute. She tried to remember if there was ever a time she had to pee this bad.
Unfortunately, she could remember. It was just after she had started making an effort to get more active. She was on her longest run yet and it hit her all at once. She was as far from home as she could get. That time, she slipped into a park, positioned herself behind a bush, crouched down, and-
Sandra shook her head as she snapped back to the present. That was not what she needed to be thinking about right now! The memory of that release only made things worse. She swore, she could feel all the urine pushing just at the edge of her urethra.
Sandra shifted in place, frantically rubbing her legs together. She glanced around to make sure no one was looking. Sandra may not know many of the people here personally, but she still saw several of them regularly. She would hate to be known as the girl potty dancing on the main floor.
A voice creeped into the back of Sandra’s head. ‘It would be even worse to be the girl who peed her pants.’
No! She couldn’t think like that! She could hold it! She had to!
Sandra glanced at her watch again. About 8 minutes left. Easy. Just a few more light sets and she’d be in the clear.
Perhaps feeling a little too confident, Sandra went over to the inclined bench. She figured she could finish up with another set of inclined sit-ups. Normally, this was a low-intensity, yet challenging, exercise.
Things started out smoothly enough.
1…
2…
3…
She counted out her reps.
4…
5…
6-
Sandra froze as she got to the peak of her movement. Every muscle she could spare tensed up as the pressure on her pee hole rose to new heights.
She looked around to make sure no one could see her. Once she knew she was in the clear, Sandra took her fight to the next level. She removed a hand from her head and squeezed down on her crotch, alleviating a lot of the pressure.
After a worrying few moments, this desperate wave subsided. Sandra removed her hand and uncurled herself to finish that rep.
Sandra hung there for a moment, evaluating her situation. The desperate spike had passed. Her bladder was still stretched, but it was a nagging urge, not an urgent emergency.
This was when Sandra made another mistake. She wanted to get to 15 to finish her set. She thought she had enough control to keep going.
7…
8…
9…
10…
Sandra moved slower and controlled her motion better. Everything seemed fine.
11…
12…
13…
14…
15-
Just as Sandra started her last rep, she felt it! A hot jet of pee burst out of her, dampening the seat of her underwear!
That was all that came out this time, but Sandra knew a warning shot when she felt one.
The voice in her head returned ‘Which is more embarrassing? Wetting your pants at the gym, or having to clean your own pee off the equipment?’
No, no, no! Sandra yelled at herself. She was not going to think like that!
Sandra decided that was good for this particular workout. She unhooked her legs and carefully slid off the bench. As she got to her feet, Sandra nervously examined the bench. Thankfully, it seemed the only fluid she left on it was her sweat. She cleaned it off.
Subtly shaking her hips, Sandra checked her watch once more. Less than 5 minutes. The home stretch. She could do this!
Sandra briefly considered waiting by the stalls for the staff to give the go-ahead that the water was back on, but she worried the sight of a toilet right now would be too tempting.
As a compromise, Sandra went over to a section of yoga mats laid out near the locker rooms. She proceeded to stretch very, very carefully. Her limited range of motion meant the stretches were barely effective, but she didn’t care. All Sandra needed right now was to look busy while she waited for this ‘emergency maintenance’ to end.
Finally, the familiar beep sounded over the intercom. Sandra froze in place. She wanted to dash into the locker room right now and be the first one at the toilets, but she was afraid to jump the gun.
Sandra was glad she didn’t move. The announcement was not what she expected. It was also the last thing she wanted to hear:
“Attention gym patrons! We have just received word that there were unexpected complications. Unfortunately, this means the water will remain shut off until further notice. Due to this, the gym will be closed to the public for the rest of the day. We ask that you finish your activities and exit the building by 5:30! Again, the gym will be closed for the rest of the day, please finish your activities and clean up in the next 30 minutes. We apologize for the inconvenience.”
There were faint groans from around the gym, but Sandra couldn’t hear them over the sound of her screaming internally.
Until further notice? Everything’s still shut down? Why couldn’t they announce that sooner?
There weren’t any public restrooms nearby.
Even worse, Sandra had ridden her bike to the gym. In the best of circumstances, she had a 10 to 15 minute ride home. These were not the best of circumstances.
Putting aside the major complications of riding a bike with an overfilled bladder, Sandra didn’t think she had that much time!
Sandra took in a deep breath and tried to organize her thoughts. Sure, a bathroom was out of the question, but there had to be another option.
She was in the middle of the city in broad daylight, so outdoors wasn’t an option. Her water bottle was still a third of the way full. It probably wouldn’t be able to contain her full flood. Even if it could, she would need a private space to fill it up. This gym had to have something…
That’s it! There was a pool! Sure, it was gross, but other people did it, too, right? And this was an emergency. Besides, they were probably going to have to drain and clean it after today. No one would ever know.
Sandra walked as casually as she could to sneak a glance at the pool area. Sure enough, there were still people inside swimming laps and playing around. There was time!
The sight of splashing water didn’t help Sandra’s current condition, but she had hope. This hope gave her the strength to keep holding just a bit longer.
The rules for the pool required a proper swimsuit. Sandra would get in trouble if she tried to dive in dressed in her workout clothes, but that wasn’t a problem.
Sandra was a bit of a forgetful person. As a result, she always made sure to pack her gym bag with all the gear she would need for any routine. That included a swimsuit.
With a plan in mind and the clock ticking, Sandra quickly ducked into the locker room. Avoiding the temptation to look at the forbidden sanctuary of the toilets, Sandra hurried to her locker.
Sandra danced from foot to foot as she frantically dug through her bag. It was messy and she had a hard time finding anything on a normal day. The fact that her brain was currently floating didn’t help. It took a minute, but Sandra finally found her tight, white, athletic top and bikini trunks.
Now, she just had to get changed.
Sandra was able to change her top easily enough. Her shorts would be another story.
Sandra took a deep breath and clenched her kegels as tightly as she could in order to lean over and part her legs to remove her shorts and socks. Everything was still under control. Now, for her underwear.
As soon as Sandra’s panties were down, she felt a torrent of pee rushing down her urethra. A few drops started to slip out as Sandra’s hand shot to her crotch. She gripped down as hard as she could, writhing in place to try and keep some semblance of control.
It was like her entire body was shouting at her, ‘Why aren’t you peeing? Your pants are down, that means it’s time to go, right? Just pee!’
For a moment, Sandra contemplated relenting to her body’s protests. There was a drain on the floor, the flooring was waterproof, what could it really hurt?
But there were other women in the locker room, women who Sandra saw often. Best case scenario, they laugh at her and she gets a reputation for having accidents. Worst case scenario, they report her to the staff and she gets banned from the gym.
As this moment of weakness subsided, Sandra quickly hiked up her bikini bottoms. She subtly looked around the room. It didn’t seem like anyone had seen her desperate performance just then. At least, no one was acknowledging it.
As soon as her swimsuit was on, Sandra snatched a towel and hurried to the pool. Relief was within reach, she just had to hold on a little longer.
Sandra took careful steps, making sure to keep her thighs pressed together. Any slack in her stance would cause her to leak. It was a delicate dance. She had to hurry, but any sudden movements might cause her to burst. Every thud of Sandra’s bare feet against the cold linoleum floor sent shockwaves through her body.
None of that mattered anymore. It was all about to be over. She was so close.
Sandra rounded the corner… just in time to see one of the gym staff locking the door to the pool!
Her heart sank. Sandra’s eyes started to water. She wasn’t sure if it was out of frustration or all the pent up liquids in her system.
What now? It wasn’t like she could ask the guy to unlock the pool so she could pee in it. What if she lied and said she wanted to swim laps? Not a chance. The pool area was empty and it was almost closing time.
Sandra ducked behind the corner before the staff member could see her. She didn’t want to risk having to explain her situation.
Sandra went back into the locker room, looking around in a panic. She had to find something, anything, to save her from an accident.
With a very slight hope, she took a look at the toilets. Sure, they couldn’t flush, but she could still relieve herself into one. It was just pee, it wouldn’t be that bad.
Unfortunately, she saw someone in a maintenance uniform examining the pipes near the stalls. Not only did this mean the toilets weren’t an option, but the sinks and floor drains were off limits, too.
Sandra moved on to the showers. Maybe she could squat over one of the drains?
No chance. The showers were taped off, and there were more maintenance people nearby.
What about the drain in the changing room?
There were still some women hanging around getting changed and talking, clearly not in a hurry.
Sandra swallowed nervously.
The voice in her head returned, ‘If you just give up now, it’ll all be over. No one would blame you.’
Sandra refused. She couldn’t give up now. She had fought so hard to last this long. She couldn’t let her efforts go to waste.
Sandra was tough and resourceful. There had to be another option. The pool was out. Employee restrooms were off limits. The studios wouldn’t help.
Finally, it hit her. There was a sauna!
The gym offered a wet sauna for relaxation and recovery. It warmed up and evaporated water to create steam. Surely, it could evaporate pee, too!
…Well, maybe not, but it would be wet enough in there that a little extra moisture shouldn’t be that noticeable.
It was far from an ideal solution, but it was Sandra’s last resort. She was desperate. All she had to do was get to the sauna, drain herself all over the floor, and get the hell out of there before anyone notices. No one would have to know.
Sandra grabbed her towel and walked over to the sauna. It was a co-ed sauna, open to all members.
Next to the door, there was a sign taped to the wall that had clearly been typed up by some tired employee:
“For the consideration of all guests and staff,
Appropriate clothing must be worn in the sauna at all times”
Fortunately, swimsuits were considered appropriate clothing.
The sauna also had a maximum time limit of 20 minutes. That was no problem. Sandra wouldn’t need nearly that long.
Sandra opened the door and was greeted by a wave of warm, humid air. She was also greeted by the sight of five other people already sitting in the sauna.
This was frustrating, but it was manageable. Everyone else had already been in here for a while, they would have to leave sometime soon. All Sandra had to do was wait it out until she was alone. Then, she could pull her pants aside and let it all gush out over the floor, feeling the incredible relief-
Sandra shook her head and twisted her legs together. She had to stay focused, it wasn’t time to let it out yet.
Sandra sat down in an empty spot on the bench on the right side of the sauna. The warm seat felt strangely nice in her current situation.
Sandra let her towel drop off her shoulders and fall around her, leaving her sat there in only her swimsuit. This didn’t bother her. She had worked hard to get this body. She had strong legs, defined arms, and great abs. The only thing Sandra was embarrassed of was this large, rock-hard bump just below her abs.
The sauna felt nice. Sandra had been in here a few times before. Any other day, she would lean back on the bench, spread out, and relax. Unfortunately, relaxing was pretty much impossible right now, and stretching out or leaning back would be very dangerous.
Instead, she was sitting bolt upright with her legs clasped tightly together. She had to strike a balance between subtlety and practicality. She couldn’t grab herself or squirm and let everyone see how desperate she was, but she had to do something or she would leak. As a compromise, both of Sandra’s hands rested on top of her lap, trying to find some way to apply more pressure. Every so often, Sandra shifted her position and pressed her hands a little deeper into her crotch.
The cool condensation forming on Sandra’s skin, right over her stretched bladder, felt so weird. It was like tiny fingers running their way over her stomach. She could feel herself sweating. How Sandra wished she could just sweat out her full bladder.
Sandra looked around the room to see if she could estimate how much longer she needed to wait for the others to clear out. There were three younger people- maybe teenagers- sitting together and talking. They looked tired. A middle aged man was leaned over, sweating heavily, on the other side of the bench. He wouldn’t be much longer. The last person was an older man. Sandra couldn’t get a read on how long he had been there. All things considered, Sandra judged that she would be left alone before too much longer.
The occasional hiss of water being automatically added to the heater was grating on Sandra’s mind. She wanted so badly for that to be her water sizzling away. Unfortunately, it would be impossible for her to aim her stream that far, even if there weren’t a grate over the heater.
Sandra scanned the room while she waited for it to clear out. She wanted to find the best spot to empty herself now so she could start as soon as she had the chance.
She briefly considered pulling her bikini aside and peeing on the bench. At that point, it wouldn’t be much different from wetting herself. Besides, the benches were wooden, so the urine might soak in. That was a no-go.
The door had a small glass window. While the steam fogged it up, Sandra didn’t want to take the risk of her privates being on full display to anyone passing by. Thankfully, she couldn’t see any cameras in or around the sauna. That meant she only had to worry about people coming into the room after she started.
There wasn’t a lot of floor space, but Sandra figured she could safely crouch down between the benches and the heater. Her best bet would be to use the corner. That way, the heater would hide her from anyone looking through the window, and she shouldn’t run the risk of getting the heater wet.
She had a spot and a plan, now all Sandra needed to do was wait. And wait she did…
After maybe 5 minutes, the group of teenagers got up and left. The middle aged man quietly walked out a few minutes later.
Now, all Sandra needed was to outlast this old man. Good. He definitely couldn’t stay much longer.
Then, Sandra would be free to squat down, pull her pants down, and let it all out-
Sandra was forced back into reality by a short spurt dampening her trunks. She shivered and tensed up her entire body. No time for daydreaming, not while she’s this close.
Then the door opened again.
A short young woman sheepishly entered the sauna. She had a towel tightly wrapped around herself. She slowly looked between the two occupants of the sauna. She almost looked scared.
The woman closed the door, but lingered in the entrance for a little while longer. Sandra heard the woman quietly whimper as she shifted from one foot to the other. For a second, Sandra thought she was going to turn back around and leave.
After a second, the girl walked over to the bench opposite Sandra and stepped up, sitting down on the higher bench. The girl couldn’t sit still. Sandra watched as she shifted in place, grinding her butt into the bench. The way she closed off her body made her look even smaller. The woman had one hand carefully clutching the towel closed over her chest while the other sat heavily on her lap. Her ankles were crossed and her feet restlessly rubbed against one another.
If Sandra didn’t know any better, she would say this girl was also bursting...
No, she was probably just self-conscious. She looked new to the gym.
Sandra grit her teeth. This newcomer was just going to add to her wait time. Still, she was young, nervous, and new. She probably wouldn’t last too long in the damp heat.
Three more minutes and Sandra’s thighs were starting to cramp up from being tensed for so long. She pressed her right palm firmly into the front of her bikini, using her left hand to cover it. She was warm, sweaty, and thirsty, but none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered right now was preventing her pee from coming out until she was alone.
Finally, the old man got up. He nodded to both the women and said “Have a nice evening.” before leaving.
Now, there was only one more obstacle. Sandra just had to outlast this random new girl.
Sandra chewed the inside of her cheek in frustration. The new girl was already turning red. She was staring downward, her eyes out of focus. Her hands were balled into fists on the bench next to her. The woman kept shifting on the spot and her feet were fidgeting. Surely, she couldn’t last much longer.
This was so annoying. If this girl wasn’t here, Sandra would be unleashing the contents of her bladder all over the floor already. Instead, she was still waiting.
It would be a lie to say Sandra was at her limit. No, she had reached her limit more than 10 minutes ago. Right now, she was teetering on the precipice of disaster. At this rate, Sandra was sure she would lose control the second she stood up.
A part of Sandra wanted to yell at this woman to get out and give her some privacy. Maybe if she tried to disguise it as advice? Tell the girl not to spend too long in the sauna?
No. Even now, Sandra didn’t want to be that person giving unsolicited advice in the gym.
Maybe she could ask for help? Explain the situation and politely ask for some alone time?
What was she thinking? What would she say?
“You know this room where people sit and relax in steam? Well, I want to pee here because I’m about to wet my pants like a little kid after ignoring multiple warnings. So could you please look away and not report me for defacing gym property? Thanks!”
Yeah, not a chance.
Whatever Sandra was going to do, she needed to do it fast. She could feel cracks forming in the dam.
A gentle dribble began to work its way past her lips.
Sandra gasped and twisted her legs together. She writhed and slipped her left hand in between her thighs. After a few seconds, Sandra had managed to contain the flow, but not unharmed. She could feel a trickle of urine dripping down the inside of her leg.
Sandra looked across the room and saw the other girl looking at her! Their eyes met. Sandra felt so embarrassed. She hoped she wasn’t being too obvious. The woman’s eyes were wide and concerned. That only made Sandra feel worse.
Time seemed to freeze as both women held eye contact in that damp sauna. Sandra was frozen in place. The other girl was constantly shifting around. It really felt like one of them should say something.
The stalemate was broken by the door opening again. Both women instantly whipped their heads around to see who it was. If Sandra had to wait for another person to leave, she was going to explode.
Thankfully, it wasn’t someone wanting to use the sauna. Instead, a young man in a staff uniform stood in the door, looking down at his clipboard. He looked at the two women and put on a customer service smile.
“Sorry to intrude. Just checking in. The gym is closing in about 10 minutes, so could you try and finish up soon? Thanks!”
He nodded awkwardly and left.
Finish up soon? Sandra wanted nothing more than to do that. If only she didn’t have an audience!
Another leak further dampened Sandra’s swimsuit. Whatever she was going to do, she needed to do it quickly. She wasn’t sure if she could walk, much less leave the gym, in her condition. One way or the other, she was peeing right here. She would really prefer if it wasn’t in her pants.
Another leak. This time, it lasted for a full second. Sandra could feel it on her hand. Privacy may not be an option anymore! What could she do about this girl? What should she say?
Sandra was startled out of her thoughts by a hiss of steam rising from the heater. She jumped just a little. That little bit was all it took to upset her delicate equilibrium.
A light, persistent stream of pee began to come out.
Sandra tried to clench down and stop it, but it was no use. The fatigue had gotten to her. Sandra had no more strength to give. This was happening, and it was happening now!
Sandra groaned before shouting “Screw this!” to the humid room.
She stood up and slid her thumbs under the waistband of her bikini. As soon as she did, the floodgates burst open. The intensity of the stream in Sandra’s trunks increased exponentially. She wasn’t leaking anymore. She was peeing her pants!
She didn’t even try to stop it anymore. It was a lost cause at this point. This was damage control. All Sandra could do was try to salvage some bit of her dignity.
Sandra took two steps over to the corner and squatted down while pulling down her swimsuit.
Her pee exploded out of her, shooting into the wall and hitting the floor with a loud splatter.
Sandra shifted her feet for better balance. She looked down to check her footing and saw the damage. The entire seat of her bikini was totally dark. She had several tendrils of urine winding down both legs. Pee was splashing all over her bare feet.
Sandra whimpered, crouching frozen in the corner while her torrent echoed throughout the foggy room. This wasn’t urination at this point, it was full-blown muscle failure. Her bladder was still stretched far beyond its normal limits even after violently voiding for several seconds. The pain far exceeded any pleasure she could be feeling right now.
After about 10 seconds, Sandra regained her senses. She turned her head to the side and looked around. The young woman was still in the same spot. She was looking down with her eyes tightly shut. She wasn’t really who Sandra was worried about. This girl already knew what was happening.
Sandra watched the window out of the corner of her eye. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stop, even if someone were to walk in, but she wanted to be aware.
Despite the ambient heat in the room, Sandra shivered. Goosebumps formed all over her body. She did her best to suppress a moan, but the relief was too powerful. She let out a deep hum as she felt the pressure decrease.
For nearly a minute, the sauna was dead silent, save for the deafening roar of Sandra’s downpour slamming into the floor.
Slowly, gradually, the stream began to die down. It went from a loud splatter, to a concentrated trickle, to a light tinkle, and, finally, to a small drip. Sandra pushed a few more powerful bursts out of her. She wanted to make sure she was entirely empty after this.
Once she was sure there was nothing left to give, Sandra began to feel self-conscious. She turned her focus to the wall to evaluate the aftermath of her deluge.
The inside of her upper thighs were totally soaked, her calves and feet were covered in droplets, even her trunks weren’t spared the wrath of a few more stray sprays. The puddle she left covered the entire floor beneath her. It dominated the corner of the sauna and reached all the way to the base of the electric heater. Good thing that was in a protective case.
In a way, Sandra was almost proud to see just how much she had built up inside her. At least her pee was clear. That was supposed to be a good thing, right?
Sandra realized she had nothing to wipe with. Looking at her swimsuit, she realized she didn’t care. The crotch and butt were entirely drenched. If it weren’t for the dry waistband, she could realistically say she had gone swimming.
Sandra pulled her trunks up, the wet squish of the fabric meeting her damp nether regions in an odd clash that sent another shiver through her.
Her feet splashed in the puddle of her own making as she went to grab her towel. Sandra tried to dry off her legs as much as possible, hoping it wouldn’t be totally obvious she had just pissed all over herself when she left.
Then, Sandra remembered something. There was someone else in the sauna.
She awkwardly looked at the other woman. These two hadn’t said a single word to one another, and Sandra had just whipped down her pants and peed right in front of her. What a hell of a first impression.
The woman was still sitting in the same spot. She was looking down with eyes tightly closed. She was biting her lip. Sandra could see the girl quivering.
Sandra felt the need to say something. She wasn’t sure what she could say, but it wasn’t like she could embarrass herself any more.
“Hey, it’s fine. You can open your eyes now.” She said.
The girl let out a pathetic whimper. She didn’t look up. She didn’t move. Her quivering stopped. Then, it happened.
The small room was once again filled with a loud hissing sound. This time, it wasn’t Sandra.
Before long, the towel over the woman’s lap began to darken. A thin sheen of yellowish liquid spread out from underneath her, covering the bench. In seconds, several thin trickles began to pour over the edge of the bench, down to the seat below. The trickles gradually merged into two thick waterfalls on either side of this poor girl. These split falls formed a reservoir around the girl’s clenched feet.
Thinking quickly, Sandra turned away and stood in front of the door, trying to block as much of the window as possible. She may not be able to save this woman from an accident, but she could at least try to spare her any extra shame.
Eventually, the hissing stopped. The room continued to echo with drips as fluids fell from one level to the next. Turning around, Sandra saw a pitiful sight.
The bottom bench was covered in a large puddle, centered around the woman’s feet. There was another, smaller, circle of piss where she sat. A small pool of urine swirled in between the girl’s clenched thighs as she shook.
It was tough to tell from the sweat and steam, but Sandra thought she saw tears under the girl’s eyes. Sandra couldn’t stand seeing her like this. She had to try something.
“Why didn’t you say something earlier? It would have saved us both a lot of trouble.” Sandra tried to joke.
The woman gasped in surprise and looked up at Sandra. Sandra wasn’t sure if her face was red from the heat, the embarrassment, or both.
“Are you ok?” Sandra asked.
The girl barely managed to squeak out a meek “Uh-huh.”
“...Did you get it all out?” Sandra mindlessly blurted out.
Despite all odds, the woman turned a deeper shade of red. She looked down without responding.
Sandra sighed and nudged the girl’s shoulder.
“Hey, it’s fine. We were both in the same boat… On choppy waters, apparently.” Sandra forced a laugh.
The woman didn’t respond.
“I’m Sandra.” She reached out her hand, not sure what else to do.
The woman looked up again. She seemed slightly calmer.
“Abby.” She answered, her voice quiet and mousey.
Abby reached out and shook Sandra’s hand. There was a squishing sound. Sandra realized both of their hands were covered in pee. That didn’t matter. It wasn’t like things could get much worse.
Sandra grabbed her towel and offered it to Abby, seeing as her towel was barely usable at this point.
Abby unwrapped herself from her drenched towel and awkwardly slid off the bench. Her feet hit the floor with a wet slap. She gratefully accepted Sandra’s towel.
This was the first time Sandra got a good look at the young woman. She was short and slightly chubby, not too big, though. Abby was only wearing a gray sports bra on top. Below that, she had on a pair of loose blue shorts. The shorts were a little wet on the crotch, but completely soaked down the back.
“Now what?” Abby asked as she did her best to dry off.
“Now we get the hell out of here before anyone realizes what we did. We get changed, leave, and pretend nothing ever happened.”
“Um…” Abby started, “I don’t have any spare…” She didn’t finish her thought. Instead, she reached a thumb into her shorts and presented the band of a pink pair of panties.
Sandra squared up and began closely examining Abby’s body. She heard Abby whimper.
“They may be a little tight, but I have an extra pair that should fit you.” Sandra concluded.
“R-really?”
“Yeah. Now let’s get out of here already. I’m starting to feel dizzy.”
The two women carefully checked the hallway before exiting the sauna. Once they were in the clear, they quickly left and hurried to the locker room.
Thankfully, it was close enough to closing time that they were basically alone in the changing area.
Sandra grabbed her gym bag out of her locker and set it down next to Abby.
After getting out her street clothes, Sandra bent down and ripped off her damp bikini bottoms.
She heard a faint “Eep!” as Abby turned away.
“What? It’s not like I have anything you haven’t seen before.” Sandra muttered, jokingly.
Sandra quickly ran a towel over her privates before putting on her panties and jeans.
By the time she got her bra and t-shirt on, Abby had changed into her baggy t-shirt and was just starting to pull down her shorts.
“Here.” Sandra said, tossing Abby a spare pair of underwear from her bag.
Abby caught them and unfolded them. “Boxers?” She asked.
“Yeah. They’re comfortable.” Sandra shrugged.
Abby quietly took off her stained pink panties and tried to wipe herself off with what little dry space was left on her towel. She slipped the boxers on, followed quickly by her blue jeans.
“You know, they are comfortable.” Abby muttered.
Sandra chuckled. “Feel free to keep that pair. Pro tip: always bring a spare pair of underwear to the gym. Especially if you plan to get into heavy lifting.”
“Wait, really?”
“Just as a precaution!” Sandra shouted, realizing she may have said too much.
The women joined the small group of stragglers leaving the gym. After they got out of the door, the receptionist locked it.
Sandra and Abby looked at each other. It looks like they got away with it.
“So… where are you off to now?” Sandra asked, awkwardly.
“Well, my roommate will be here to pick me up in about 15 minutes. So, I guess I’m waiting here. You?”
“I rode my bike here. I… don’t really have anything else to do today.”
Sandra cleared her throat. “There’s a smoothie stand near here that makes some great supplement blends. We could… grab some and wait here together? You know, to make sure nothing happens.”
For the first time that day, Sandra heard Abby giggle.
“Deal. But let’s get the small size, ok?”
Edited June 11, 2022 by Kid_Omo
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A/N: This story will include sex/masturbation from BOTH SEXES!! At the top of each section I will include a warning if there is sex, and if it includes men in detail, and there will be ** next to the paragraph(s) that include it so it can be skipped if wanted.
ALSO this is completely fictional and a fantasy! Please don’t do this to real hotels, speaking as someone who works in one, our housekeepers don’t want to clean up after this!
I chew my lip as a nervous habit, and right now, it’s swollen. I signed up online, months ago, for a “special getaway” to a hotel in Florida that is hosting a VIP Event. I never thought I’d get chosen to attend, and once I saw that I was I immediately put down the deposit. It was a bit expensive, but that’s to be expected for an event of this nature. Heavy discretion, clean up, and set up. I close my suitcase full of sundresses, bathing suits, panties, and casual clothes and head to the airport.
the plane ride was mostly uneventful, though by the end I was feeling a need to pee. Not urgent at all, as it was only a three hour plane ride, but a nice, comfortable urge. I pulled my skirt down a bit as I stood and adjusted my white blouse, exiting the plane. As I waited for my luggage, I squeezed my legs together as my Arousal rose higher. I was finally going to get to indulge in my “interests” with other people, and maybe find someone I can share it with forever. How many people would attend? How much of the hotel can we use? My brain spun as I thought of all Possibilities, and between my legs got more and more wet by the second.
the hotel was a forty five minute drive from the airport, and as I waited for my Uber my need got slightly more dire. I bounced my leg as I waited on the bench, enjoying the warm Florida air. I sipped on my Dr. pepper as I sat, hoping it would add to my urge.
Soon enough, my Uber arrived and I entered, greeting the driver and turning my attention to my phone. Part of the instructions were to let the hosts know we were driving there, so I let them know I was about 45 minutes out.
“What brings you to Florida?” My driver smiled at me in the mirror, a handsome man probably mid twenties. He had dark hair that matched his eyes, and a beard that brought out his white smile.
“I’m here for a special event with some.. friends.” Hopefully, we’d be friends by the end. If not more.
He nodded and smiled again, as you do in a customer service position. “Well, I hope you have fun. I will also be staying at this hotel for a while. Just finishing up my shift first.” Our eyes met in the rear view mirror again as my clit gained a heartbeat. It had been so long since I last felt the touch of a man on me, and to have the buildup of whatever wet activities we wanted beforehand…
”What made you want to come?” He asked and I bit my lip.
You. “Oh, god, everything.” I gushed, and felt this face heat up at how excitable I sounded. “I wanted to find people like me. And do it. Freely.”
his smirk killed me, and I added him to a mental list of people I needed to get to know more intimately before the trip was over. “Me too. I wanted to be able to just. Go fucking wild, yknow?”
**oh, I knew. I knew I wanted him, and I wanted to pee. Not in a toilet, but in his lap. I bit down on my lip and squeezed my thighs together again, both out of a rising desperation, and to her just any friction between my legs. I fantasized about my Uber driver, straddling him and having his hands all over me as we kissed. I’d grind myself into him, my pink tennis skirt falling just past my ass, pretty white panties with lace, feaux innocence. He’d suck on my neck and I’d moan, leaking into my panties barely enough to show a stain. Moving against each other, my legs unable to close, eventually I’d lose control and wet on his cock, my panties turning see through and his jeans darkening with my piss. I’d feel him harden underneath me even more as I wet us both, my skirt getting weighed down on the edges that my pee touched. When I finished, my warm pee having soaked us both, he’d slide my wet panties to the side and I’d ride him, his piss covered cock slamming into me. My wet skirt would slap against my ass as I bounced on him, releasing a little more as i always do minutes later onto us both. Eventually, he’d cum in me, creating another hot mess id love to have.
I swallowed, hard, trying to compose myself to answer. “Yeah. I get it.”
I wanted to talk to him more, but I also didn’t want to come off as too forward. I didn’t know how up front to be, or who would be okay with what, and as of right now, he’s still my uber driver. Hopefully later, he would be a hot fuck session, but for now I had to respect him and try to be professional.
“so, are you open to sex with the people here?”
well, if he’s going to start the conversations, it would be rude not to answer. “Yes, are you?” God, I wanted him to say yes. My bladder was full now, I’d have used the bathroom twenty minutes ago if these were normal circumstances. But, they most definitely were not.
He nodded, eyeing me in the mirror. “I most definitely am. Hoping for it, actually.”
I could have came right there, between the anxiety-arousal surrounding being so desperate so far from a toilet, the anticipation of the events at the hotel, and the idea of fucking someone, ANYONE who longed for this like I did.
“How much farther?” I put a hand between my legs, pressing against my crotch. I did my best not to actively touch myself in this strangers car, but the bumps in the road and how horny and desperate i was made it difficult to deny the temptations. “I really have to pee.”
”oh honey that’s not even fair.” He half laughed at me, leaning back casually to drive with one hand. “I still have a few more hours before I get to see you do that, don’t tease me.”
”I can show you plenty later, I promise.” I couldn’t help but rub myself a little under my skirt. It did help a bit with the desperation, as well, which only worsened with each passing second. “But really, how close are we?”
he glanced down at his phone gps. “Five minutes. Think you can hold it?”
I laughed, which made me have to press down harder on my crotch. “Yes, I can, trust me. I’ve been much worse off before.”
”you can tell me about those times later, in my room.” He paused. “Your name is Abigail, correct? That’s who it said the Uber was for.”
”yes, and I’m sorry I don’t remember your name.”
”it’s alright. It’s Ethan, I’m sure you’ll be screaming it later, so it’s good to know.”
The Uber stopped before the hotel as he finished those promising words, and I almost didn’t have the strength to stand. “Promise?”
”id never lie to a pretty woman.”
and with that, I edited the Uber, and looked up at my accommodations for the next few weeks. A gorgeous glass building with green gardens, and a lovely overhang. I saw pools to either side, and knew there was a beach behind it. I entered the doors to a beautiful lobby as well, with marble floors and a waterfall in the center. Signs stating “Omorashi Festival” with pamphlets below were plentiful, along with “21+ signs. I approached the front desk where quickly, the young woman in a black dress asked for my name.
“Abigail Evans. For the festival.”
she smiled tightly as she typed into the computer. “Welcome, Miss Evans. May I see a ID please?”
I danced slightly as I bent down into my
luggage for my wallet, my need now urgent. I found my drivers license quickly and handed it to her, trying to be discreet about my need. Then I realized, I don’t have to be here. I shoved a hand between my legs, waiting for my license back.
the girl looked at me, handing my my
license and a small packet, along with a bigger one. “The small packet has keys and drink vouchers. The big packet is a consent form work rules, please fill it out and return it to me before participating. Would you like to know where the restrooms are?”
I grinned as I looked into her eyes, shaking my head. “No, thank you. I won’t be needing them.”
END OF CHAPTER ONE!
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CHAPTER 2:
My room was on the sixth floor, room 626 B, which was connected to 626 A and 626 C via doors at each end of the room. The doors led to a shared common room with a beautiful purple sofa, a plain kitchen table, an island with marble topping, paired with a kitchenette. There was a TV facing the couch and a desk and desk chair in the corner, matching the one that was actually in my room. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows about 10 feet behind the couch overlooked the beach, with a set of glass doors that led out to the balcony. There was soft blue carpeting that stopped before the kitchenette, which had white and blue porcelain-esque tile.
My room was equipped with a large king bed with white sheets, blankets, and pillow cases. My mind wandered to how well any pee stains would stick out on such sheets. Also in the room, a small, outdated-looking green loveseat against the wall by a small window. We each had our own bathrooms with a shower/tub, toilet, sink, and mirror. I didn’t intend on using the toilet for much, but the access to privacy if I wanted it was nice. I could also lock my door from the inside, so my suitemates couldn’t get in without knocking.
The front desk attendant gave me a copy of the rules to keep after I signed off on them, and they now sat on the desk beside the green loveseat.
Rule 1: NO MESSING. This is a wetting-only festival.
Rule 2: NO entering someone’s room without prior consent.
Rule 3: NO peeing on/touching others without their consent
Rule 4: Gain consent of all viewing parties before engaging in sexual activity outside of one’s own room.
Rule 5: NO urinating in/spitting in food to be consumed by unconsenting parties.
Rule 6: NO SOCIAL MEDIA OR DISCUSSION OUTSIDE THESE WALLS. You have all signed a legally binding NDA, this is an exclusive event and we will press charges against those who violate the terms of the NDA.
Rule 7: You must be at least 21 years of age to participate in this year’s festival.
Rule 8: NO PARTICIPATING OUTSIDE HOTEL GROUNDS. Don’t subject other, nonconsenting individuals to your kink! This includes the beach outside our gates or in view of nonconsenting individuals, and the surrounding restaurants not on property. THEY WILL NOTIFY US OF BAD BEHAVIORS AND YOU WILL BE REPRIMANDED . This may include but is not limited to; being banned from Omofest, or any other events held by Jean and Jerry Hartfield, as well as the hotel and place of violation, fines, or legal penalties depending.
Rule 9: Have fun! New rules may be added at any time and guests may be asked to leave at the HOSTS DISCRETION WITHOUT A REFUND. Use common sense and decency.
The rules were all fairly common sense, however it wasn’t surprising the hosts felt the need to spell it out. You can never be too sure with a group of strangers.
Along with the rules, there was an opening ceremony to be held in the downstairs ballroom at 8 pm, mandatory. I sat now on my bed, legs bouncing and both hands shoved between them. I sat across from the mirror, conveniently opposite the bed, and smirked to myself. I knew I was attractive - a dancer’s body from nearly two decades of ballet, an ample bosom, long, strong legs, and strong-but-feminine facial features. My hair never stayed on colour for long, but for now it was a light ginger colour, cut to just above my shoulders in length. I had an okay tan, however, being from New England, I was still a bit pale from the winter months. I wore no makeup, except for mascara and a nude-red lip, trying to accent my natural beauty.
**I stood, admiring my body and how it contorted as I bent at the waist to better hold myself. Legs pretzeled, I straightened my torso and took myself in as I let go. Immediately, my crotch warms as a day’s worth of pee escapes me and floods my panties and skirt. I moan quietly at the relief as it pours down my legs, runs into my heels, and soaks into the carpet beneath my feet. I feel my pussy as pee gushed out of my and through my fingers, my clit throbbing hard. As I watched myself continue to empty my bladder into my panties and onto the floor, I began to touch myself, rubbing my clit slowly at first. My breath was shaky as I touched myself, the sensations being almost too much.
I wonder how many of the others are doing this right now, before the ceremony. I slipped my hand under the waistband on my skirt to feel the last drops of my pee escape me,and began touching myself again. Falling back onto the bed, I allowed a finger to enter me. It wasn’t long before I was gripping my nipple with my other hand through my shirt as I came, hard. My hips bucked up to meet my fingers, and I let out a few more moans before calming down. Laying there, spent and wet for multiple reasons, there was a knock at my door from the common room.
At first, I panicked, because my carpet had a noticeable puddle, my bed had a wet spot where I was laying, and my legs and skirt were damp as well. Then, I remembered why we were all here, and opened the door with a smile.
“Enjoying yourself already, it seems.” I tall, slender blonde eyed me, purring at me. “I can’t blame you. I did not too long ago, it was too hard to wait any longer.”
The idea of my suitemate hearing what I had believed to be quiet moans caused my cheeks to turn red, but I tried to recover quickly. “I-I agree. What’s your name?”
“A bit rude to ask without telling me yours first, but since you’re pretty I’ll let it slide.” She winked at me and leaned against the doorframe, her blue cocktail dress flowing gracefully with her subtle curves. “I’m Alexa. And you are?”
“Abigail.” I murmured, suddenly feeling underdressed and star struck by her effortless beauty and confidence.
Alexa reached out and cupped my face, which was honestly shocking, but somehow comforting. “Don’t be so shy, you look great like that. I hope to get to know you better soon, Abby. See you at the welcome ceremony.”
I watched Alexa walk away, her dress swaying ever so slightly with each step. I took everything in around me, and shut the door, turning back to the mess I’d made. One roommate down, one to go. I couldn’t help but wonder if my second suitemate would be a guy, or another girl, like Alexa and I. Or, if whoever they were, would be interested in women, like I was hoping Alexa to be.
This was going to be very, very interesting.
***
Soon enough, I found myself sitting in a metal chair in the ballroom, now in a pair of dry light blue jeans with tears at the knees, and the same white blouse with frills around the breasts.
At 8:05, a woman who appeared to be early-to-mid forties walked out with a man who seemed about the same age. The woman stepped onto a small box before the podium, and began speaking to us.
“Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to the Omorashi Festival of 2022, in Kissimmee, Florida! Jerry and myself, Jean, will once again be your hosts” She allowed for the lot of us to cheer for a moment before continuing. “This is the tenth anniversary of this festival, and my husband, Jerry, and I wanted to thank everyone who makes this possible every year. As I’m sure you know, organizing a discreet, safe event like this is no easy task, but you all make it worth it every year. Thank you all, especially returning festival goers, and sponsors!” Again, more cheering ensues before she continues.
I looked around the room, surrounded by at least 200 people, which was surprising despite the size of the hotel. I’d also never realized that this was an annual thing, I’d only heard of it semiu-recently on a site I frequented. Everyone looked happy, or desperate, or a mix of the two. Some looked up at Jean and Jerry, while others looked about the room curiously, like I did. I couldn’t blame them for their bewilderment, I’d never thought anything like this would have been possible, or realistic, and definitely not to this scale.
“I know you all want to get to know each other, so I’ll keep this short.” Jean grabbed my attention away from all the other festival goers around me. “This year, we will have optional games and events to encourage mingling and to try and keep things fresh and exciting. I implore you to check our chat often and come to these events! There will be at least one each week for the next 8 weeks. If you don’t already have our app, discreetly named Wave Time, there are directions on how to download in on the back of your rule packet. Does anybody have any questions?”
After a few moments of awkward silence, Jean continued. “Alright then, Jerry and I are on the first floor in room 101 if you have any questions. Have fun, stay safe, and stay wet!”
Just as people began to disperse and mingle, Jerry spoke up. “There are free condoms in each common room in the desk drawer, behind the front desk, as well as in most common spaces. Here, they are in this podium. If we run out, please let us, or the front desk attendant on duty, know.”
I felt arousal deep in my core once again, looking about the room again as people reacted to that statement. People were already flirting, shifting back and forth to try and hold it better. Tired, from all the traveling, I decided to go upstairs to my room, and maybe just mingle with my suitemates for now. I changed in a loose black tanktop and lumberjack plaid sweatpants to be more comfortable for bed.
Alexa was in the common room, in a silk, black pajama set. The shorts were loose and very short, and the black button up had gold buttons, also loose fitting, but she only had it buttoned up partially. She was clearly still wearing a bra, as she had amazingly perky cleavage that drew me in like a moth to a flame. Her hair was back in a messy bun, and she was now wearing black, square framed glasses as she watched TV.
“Hey beautiful.” She patted the couch beside her. “Come sit.”
Again having me feeling underdressed, I sat beside Alexa, who was watching what appeared to be Master Chef. “You like cooking shows?”
“Love them. I’m actually a private chef for Jerry and Jean, which is how I can afford so much time off from work to be here.”
“Oh, wow that’s really impressive. Are they nice to work for?”
Alexa nodded, her eyes on the frantic chefs on screen. “Yeah, they’re great, kids are too. The whole family is wonderful, they treat me like one of their own and pay me really well, too. What do you do, my dear Abigail?”
“Well, I’m a bartender after school, but I’m studying to be a veterinarian. I just love animals so much.” Alexa smiled at me, waiting for me to continue. “Uh, are you single?” Well, that was subtle, Abby.
Thankfully, Alexa laughed, playfully slapping my shoulder. “You’re so cute! Yes, I am. I live with Jerry and Jean, and honestly I love the freedom to do as I please, especially here. This is only my third year, but I’d hate to have to change my lifestyle so much if my partner didn’t understand, yknow?”
“Yeah, I get it.” A live in personal chef, and the capabilities to put on an event like this? They must be rich.
“Are you?” Alexa met my eyes, before turning to the opened door from 626 C.
I turned my head to see who our other suitemate was, and boy was I never so excited to give this answer before in my life. “Yes, I am.”
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter! If you have any feedback or requests for the events, please let me know!!
Edited June 13, 2022 by Cutetwist99
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Full disclosure here, this is NOT my story! It is one of my favourites though, and I have reworked parts of it to add to the desperation. The original was written by the fantastic Paul Tester. This post is in homage to the all time master, in no way is it an attempt at plagiarismPlease delete if this is not allowed.
She was a bit of a misfit at her workplace, she'd only been there 6 months, but she knew she was out of place. At just 21 she was the youngest person in her office, and everyone was into rugby. It was very much a male dominated environment, and the 3 women who worked there all seemed very butch, rugby loving, beer drinking types. Lindsey was very much a girlie girl. She was 21, but she was young at heart, she loved Disney, rarely drank, had only ever had sex with one boy, and was, well, generally just a bit out of place. Lindsay was therefore flattered when one of the older men at work asked her to join a group of his friends going to the rugby match. The group consisted of 3 men, and the two other girls who were both in their late 20's. The other girls were Tracy, about 25, slim with dark hair and thick glasses, which spoiled her looks, and Belinda, well built, a blonde about 28. Both were casually dressed, Tracy in the tightest pair of jeans you could imagine, and Belinda in a denim mini-skirt, which was both short and tight. Lindsay had also gone for the casual look, not really having a clue what to wear to a rugby match. She wore jeans, not as tight as Tracy's with a sweater and anorak. As you might expect from a rugby crowd, they met in a pub for a few drinks before walking to the ground. Everyone drank pints of bitter, and it was just assumed that Lindsey would join in, the group were very welcoming, and were all happy to buy her drinks.
Lindsay struggled to keep up with the other girls, she didn't really like the taste of the beer, and she was very unaccustomed to this volume of drink. It would be rude to order a glass of coke, or an alcopop as she normally would, so she tried to match them as best she could. She noticed that both Tracy and Belinda had no trouble with their drinks, Tracy drinking bitter like the men and Belinda drinking pints of lager. Lindsay though, was not only struggling to keep up with the rate the others were drinking, she was embarrassed to find she was needing to visit the loo about twice as often as anyone else. Even the other girls who were clearly as used to drinking beer as the men didn't seem to need to go nearly as much as she did. After her third visit one of the men made a rather crude remark about going to the toilets to finger herself, and whilst she blushed a deep shade of crimson, everyone else laughed at her. For the next hour Lindsay tried to make a deliberate effort not to go so often, but twice she had to hold on until she was literally bursting before she went.
Before they set off for the Rugby ground, everyone, naturally, went to the loo, which was the first time Lindsay had been in the tiny pub loo with the other two ladies. There were only 2 cubicles, and the others beat her in. Again she was desperate to go, and, as the ladies room was so small, she could hear what was going on inside the cubicles. She could not help taking an interest; neither of the other girls had been to the loo for a long time and she had been wondering how they could drink so much and not need to pee, when Lindsay had drunk much less and was nearly bursting every 15 minutes. She had been about 20 minutes after Belinda last went, and Belinda had drank 2 pints since then, whilst Lyndsey had nursed about 3 quarters of one, and she was waiting outside almost frantic, whilst Belinda didn't show any need at all. Tracy started first, letting go of a short, but loud blast of pee, it sounded like she was letting a lot out very quickly, as if she had wanted to go very badly. Belinda, must have either been really desperate, or she had an enormous bladder, because she was peeing for ages, which was a comfort to Lindsay, maybe she had been bursting after all and just not showing it infront of the men? She went for far longer than Lindsay did when she got into a cubicle, and she had been wanting to go more than badly enough.
After that, they all left and made off to go to the game. It was a cold, damp, day, and Lyndsay had no idea how far the ground was from the pub. They had not been walking long when Lindsay started to feel the need for a pee, nothing serious, but she would definitely have liked to go if there had been a chance. They were walking through suburbia though; endless, featureless streets of houses, and not the sort of place you would find a public loo. There was nothing she could do except wait and keep quiet and hope her need did not get any worse. In the back of her mind there was the nagging feeling that she had drunk a lot of beer and this would make her want to pee more than usual, so, she tried to press her legs together as she walked, and crossed them tightly whenever there was a chance to stop. They were not walking very fast, which was making her predicament even more uncomfortable, and the need to go increased remorselessly. She longed to find a loo. They were walking next to a river though, no sign of a pub or even better, a public loo, so there was nothing for it but to hang on. Lindsay was to having to make a real effort to hold herself back, and the beer was filling her up at a frighteningly fast rate.
They'd only been walking for about 20 minutes before Lyndsay was bursting. She'd been needing to go every 15 minutes in the pub, but forcing herself to wait another 10 or so until she felt she couldn't wait any more. Frantically she was trying to think how far away the ground was. She didn't know the area very well, but she feared they were still miles away and she was starting to panic; they were walking faster now, so while she would get to the loos quicker, it was more strain to hold on until she did. A sudden urgency hit her, and she just had to stop and cross her legs or she might have wet myself. She pretended to have something her eye, fiddling with a tissue while keeping her legs tightly crossed. The spasm passed and she hurried to catch up with the others. Soon she was just as desperate again, and the effort of waiting was making it difficult to walk normally. She was mincing along with her legs pressed together and clenching myself shut as hard as she could. She was absolutely bursting and didn't know how long she could hold out like this. Five minutes later and again Lindsay had to make an excuse to stop, so she could cross her legs and ease the stress on her bladder. She was terrified, and had to set a herself a target, she discreetly pulled Tracy aside.
"How far away are we now" she asked, trying to sound calm.
"Oh not far love" chirped Tracy, "Just another 5 minutes or so."
The news wasn't great, 5 minutes sounded like a lifetime in her current state, but it wasn't a disaster, she was 21 years old, she could hold her bladder for 5 minutes, no matter how bad her need.
Soon though, Lindsay felt she was more desperate than she had ever been in her life. Walking along a path with a river on one side was a bad situation and to her great misery it was taking most of her strength to hold on, and she felt that if it got any worse, she might not be able to wait. Desperate, she had to do something, so she pushed her hands down into her anorak pockets, and tried to hold her crutch. The jacket was not quite long enough, and even stretching it to its limit, she could not reach far enough between her legs to have any real effect. However, it was better than nothing, so she staggered along like this until she saw one of the men staring at her, when she realised how peculiar this looked. Lindsay pulled her hands away and tried to walk normally again. Walking normally, or even walking in any way, was becoming more difficult as her bladder filled remorselessly.
Lindsay had been simply bursting, absolutely dying for a wee before; that had been bad enough, but she could cope with that. All she had to do was to wait and they would soon be in the Rugby ground where there had to be loos. What she had never expected, because she was not used to drinking beer in the volume she had that day, was how quickly her bladder would fill. As the beer passed through her, her body demanded that she release the enormous volume of liquid she had drunk. Her bladder was throbbing, as it reached it's full capacity and demanded to be emptied. She was nearly going frantic, then she started to panic again, what if there were no toilets near the entrance, what if there was a queue? There was no way she could stand in a queue in her current state, she was beginning to think she just had to find somewhere for a wee because she might not be able to hold out until they got to the stadium. What had, just 2 minutes ago been a nagging, but bearable urge from her bladder, was becoming an insistent, urgent, demand to release the pressure building inside her.
Pee! Pee! She had to pee! And very soon. She was going out of her mind, and decided there and then that she would make an excuse and pee at the first opportunity. A pub, a restaurant, a café, a shop. Even if there were no public facilities, she would run inside and beg. Even a house. At this stage she wasn't beyond banging on someone's front door and pleading with them to let her use their toilet. The need was becoming so intense and urgent that she began to doubt her ability to control it much longer, and wetting herself, could become an awful possibility. Poor Lindsay was reaching a frantic stage and all she wanted was to be able to sit down and cross her legs. Oh to be able to cross her legs so tightly that this terrible urgent need to pee became bearable. She wanted to press her hand between her legs and stop her pee from leaking out. Oh God, she wanted to go so badly she could hardly wait; she had to do something to help her bursting bladder before she lost control and committed the ultimate disgrace for a lady of her age: publicly wetting herself.
It was a situation that Lindsay had no answer for, she desperately wanted to wee, but there was nowhere she could wee; so what choice did she have? Only to wait, to hold on, clench her bladder shut and keep all that pee inside of her. She did not have any choice; she had to make herself wait. Her bladder was bursting, absolutely bursting, worse than she could ever remember wanting to go before, but she was not used to drinking like she had that day, and she knew that drinking too much beer made you want to pee. And how she wanted to pee. She was desperate... desperate, her bladder throbbing with the pressure of pee inside demanding to be released. Struggling to hold her pee, she let out a gasp of "Oh God!" as the pressure in her bladder seemed to build and build to an unbearable level, which was taking all her strength to control.
She told herself she had to wait, there was no loo she could use, so she had to hold on, but the pressure was almost too much for her to contain. If it got any worse, she thought, she would never be able to stop it, she would...wet herself? No! That was unthinkable, somehow she had to make herself hold on, something would happen, and somehow she would find a loo. There had to be one before the rugby ground, she just had to make herself wait until she got there. She tried to console herself with the thought that everyone else with her had drunk more, so how on earth were they managing to wait? Men, she knew, had better bladders than women, but how on earth Tracy and Belinda were waiting she had no idea! If they could wait though, then she had to as well. She had never, ever wanted to wee so badly, so desperately, in her life. Her bladder area was aching, throbbing where her jeans were pressing on it. She had not realised how tight her jeans were across her tummy, but now the waistband seemed to be cutting into her and causing her agony.
Somehow she managed to wait until she could see the end of the canal path, but how far from where they were to the Stadium? She could see the floodlight towers, which seemed miles away. She asked Belinda now "How far to go?" meaning how far until she could go, and was told, "they were nearly there." Lindsay was hoping desperately that the entrance would be nearer and there might be the loo she so desperately wanted. In her desperate state she convinced herself that as soon as they got off this path there would be a public toilet, or a pub, or a shop. If not, this was becoming a nightmare, something she had never imagined happening to her. Lindsay was not used to drinking a lot of beer and had never been in such an awful situation before; wanting to pee so very, very badly and yet seemingly nowhere she could go. Women of her age did not get in this situation. When they wanted a loo, they waited until they found one. Simple, if they could not find a loo, they just waited until they found one. Where? There would be loos a plenty in the Rugby ground, she knew that, but it didn't seem possible she could get there, there had to be a pub outside the ground, just a few minutes nearer. If only there could be... Lindsay was reaching the limit of her ability to wait and she was afraid that every second it took her to get to a loo was going to be crucial. She tried to convince herself that she was going to be able to wait; if she could just hold on a bit longer she would get to a loo.... If... How on earth was she going to be able to walk far when she was absolutely desperate, frantic, almost on the brink of wetting herself? What on earth was she going to do if she couldn't manage to wait? She tried to summon up some more strength, and absolutely clenched her insides shut, gritting her teeth and telling herself that it was unthinkable to wet herself.
By making some superhuman effort, she did not know how she managed it, but she staggered on. She somehow managed to walk another 100 yards before the need to wee became too much to bear any longer. She felt herself giving way, and almost as a reflex action, with a sob of despair, she was forced to grab at her crutch to control herself. That stopped her peeing, but drew attention to her plight. Quickly she pulled her hand away, she hoped, before anyone could see what she was doing. A woman of her age didn't walk about holding her crutch like a desperate child; she had to be capable of waiting until she got to a loo. But she really had reached the end of her tether, and no matter how hard she tried to stop it; it felt as if some pee was so close to leaking out into her knickers and jeans.
Her jeans were tight between her legs, so if she did wet her knickers it would definitely show on her jeans. With a sob of despair and desperation, she tried with all her strength to stop herself, but she had gone past the point of no return, and she couldn't wait. She could feel a that little dribble of pee was leaking out down the inside of her legs. Poor Lindsay was horrified that she was wetting her knickers in public, and she had to stop herself. Somehow, she did not know, or care how she stopped it, she had to get control of herself again, and the only way she knew was to hold herself between the legs. Lindsay was almost in tears with the shame of what she was doing. Her pee felt as if it had escaped from her bladder, had reached the little opening between her legs and was going to soak into her jeans for everyone to see that she was wetting herself. She was clenching her bladder shut with all her strength, but it was not enough to contain her pee. The only possible way she could wait now, the only way to avoid the disgrace of a public jeans wetting was to press both hands between her legs. For a moment's panic she could only think of one thing: if she pressed hard enough surely she must be able to stop any pee leaking out.
Poor Lindsay was mortified to have to behave in such a way, but the thought that she was on the brink of pissing herself forced her to take drastic action. She simply had to make herself wait! She could not pee in her jeans- she had to hold it! And how! She had never tried so hard to control her bladder, and had never wanted to pee so urgently in he life. Never since she had been a young girl had she been in the situation where she could not stop herself wetting her knickers, and she was pressing so hard between her legs it did not seem possible that any pee could leak out. But it was, or it felt as if it was about to leak out, and nothing she could do could stop her pee. She pressed with all her strength with both hands between her legs, thinking, or rather, hoping, she was pressing so hard it had to be impossible for anything to leak out. But the pressure in her bladder was enormous, worse than she had ever imagined possible and almost beyond her ability to contain.
Belinda looked at her, "Lyndsay love, are you ok?"
There was no time for acting anymore, she had to admit her need, "I erm, I need the little girls room" she stammered, like a bursting schoolgirl hoping someone would carry her to the toilet.
"Oh is that all" said Belinda, "Don't worry hun, its literally just round this corner, we'll be running to the loo as soon as we arrive, we all need it babe",
as they turned the corner though, Lyndsay almost burst into tears, There was an open carpark. No pub, no shop, no houses, and definitely no toilets. What was worse, was she could see the queue of people waiting to get into the ground, the line must have been about 70 people long.
"Please" she stammered, "is there a toilet out here somewhere?".
Belinda was either totally stupid, or just not grasping the gravity of the situation. "Oh no dear, don't be silly. Its horrible isn't it, I'm bursting too, just cross your legs a bit, the queue looks bad, but we'll be in the loos in about 10 minutes".
This was, she thought afterwards, the worst moment in her life. She was frantic, absolutely frantic to pee, wanting to go so badly that it seemed as if nothing she could do could hold it back. This was a nightmare situation that she had never imagined would happen to her. She wanted to pee so badly she could not wait, but was going to pee in her pants! Wetting herself in public! She was a grown woman of 21, and grown women did not do things like that. They made themselves wait. She must! She had to make herself wait... and behave properly too. Women of her age did not hold between their legs like little girls wanting to go wee-wee. She tried to get herself under control by twisting her legs a tightly as she could and then, pulling her jeans up so they were pressing hard between her legs. That was almost as good as holding herself, in fact better because she was not actually holding her crutch, so she might not look such a fool. By making such an effort to wait, she did actually manage to stop the flood of pee that had been heading for her knickers. Pressing with all her strength between her legs had stopped the pee right on the brink, just before it came spurting out into her knickers and down her legs. She was twisting her legs together so tightly she could hardly think of it as something so simple as crossing her legs; no, she had to plait them, tie them in a knot, do something to help herself wait, all she could think about was to hold in the unbearable need to pee that was dominating her world. Her body was screaming at her to pee, to ease the unbearable pressure in her bladder before it exploded and she died of a burst bladder.
At that moment Lindsay felt as if she had almost completely lost control of her bladder, and pee was almost leaking down her legs, but she had, had to fight it, fight to get herself under control. In absolute desperation, trying everything to hold back the seemingly irresistible need to pee, she twisted her legs so tightly she could not stand up, but went into a half crouch as she tried to twist her legs tighter together and press so hard between her legs that no pee could ever leak out. Nobody anywhere could have been in any doubt that she was absolutely desperately in need of a wee, and both Tracy and Belinda stared in horror as she contorted herself in an agony of absolute desperation. She started to cry, as her body started to shake. The pain was so intense, like nothing she'd ever felt before. This was the awful moment when Lindsay realised that she was not going to be able to contain herself any longer and that she was going to pee.
"Oh God, NO!" she sobbed in despair as she felt her bladder spasm and try to force some pee out to ease the unbearable pressure. Lindsay simply could not press any harder between her legs; she was using both hands to hold herself and to try to contain the frantic need to pee that she had been fighting. Twisting her legs as tightly as she could, trying with all her strength to find some way of holding back the pee that was about to spurt into her knickers, she had to face the awful fact that thee was absolutely no way she was going to be able to hold back her pee until she reached the rugby ground and the loos there. All she could hope for was to be able to hold it for a few more seconds until she could pee anywhere, in the open, behind a bush if only she could find one, but really all she cared about was that she did not pee down her legs, wetting her knickers and jeans.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it, I must have a wee, I can't wait any longer," she sobbed in despair as she scanned the area desperately for some cover, there was nothing, it was just an open car park. She ran off towards a parked car, the only thing to offer her any cover, but there was no way she was going to get there, every step she took caused a pang of intense pain, pee was starting to leak from her again. Red faced with the humiliation and the effort she was making to hold her pee, Lindsay was still sobbing,
"I'm sorry, I can't wait, please excuse me, I'm desperate, I must go! "
She struggled to undo her jeans, which seemed oh so tight, she needed both her hands to get them undone, and the pain was even more intense when she had to let go of crotch. She gasped as she tore them open and started to squat where she was, in full view of everyone. She had hardly managed to drag her knickers down to round her knees and start to crouch down when he bladder completely gave way and a torrent of pee poured out of her. Seeing the men were staring at her in amazement Lindsay burst into tears with the shame of what she was doing and could only cry "please don't look, I'm so sorry, I couldn't wait any longer."
Then Belinda and Tracy overcame their surprise at her actions and moved to stand between Lindsay and the watching men, who turned away and pretended they had not been looking. Lindsay had never felt so ashamed in her life and she tried to crouch lower as if to hide herself. She had never squatted in public, even as a child, she was raised that girls just didn't do that. they waited as long as was necessary. A steady stream of wee was pouring out of her tortured body as her distended bladder emptied at last. She had been so desperate and so full of pee that she felt she would pee forever, despite her shame at going in such public a place.
Even though she was trying to force her pee out as fast as she could, it seemed to Lindsay that she was crouching down, knickers round her knees, peeing for ever, and she gasped out loud.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Never have I wanted to pee so badly, I don't know where it's all coming from"
As soon as she was back under control she clenched herself closed and stood up "my poor bladder was absolutely bursting.' she cried
Seeing how distressed Lindsay was a being forced to pee in the open, Belinda and Tracy were all sympathy as she pulled her knickers up and did up her jeans and let out a heartfelt sigh of "Oh! That's better." Still embarrassed, Lindsay tried to apologise to the men who were making a studious attempt to pretend they were not interested in her antics, but her red-faced mumblings only made the situation worse for all of them, and nobody was sorry when they reached he rugby ground. Lindsay took some comfort in finding that the ground entrance was further away than she had imagined and that she would never have possibly managed to hold her pee until she joined the queue, let alone reached a ladies' in there, although she still needed to go, and she could feel her bladder quickly refilling the space she had made in it.
The queue to get in was agonisingly slow, and actually took over 15 minutes, by which point Lyndsay really, desperately needed to go again. She couldn't believe how fast her bladder as refilling. Once they were in the stadium, the other girls were heading straight for the loos, Tracy admitting that she was going to burst if she didn't pee soon. There was another queue in the Ladies' and Lindsay realised that even if by some superhuman effort she had actually managed to hold out until she was on the grounds, she would never have survived the agony of having to wait in that queue. The crowd in the loo just grew and grew, and she was bursting again when it was her turn, she surprised herself with the volume of pee she produced despite the enormous amount that she had already done in the carpark. To her intense shame she noted that her knickers were wet between her legs; either she had leaked in the last panic or was sweating from the effort of holding so much pee for so long. There were cans of beer to drink while watching the game, so, by half-time she was in such need of another wee, despite having her legs twisted together for much of the game, that she was almost wetting her knickers again. The steps in the grand-stand and the queue for the ladies' were too much for her over-worked bladder, and she had to hold between he legs as she walked to the ladies'. She had drunk far more than she was used to, and she was feeling quite drunk and totally unable to summon up the will-power needed to control her bladder, which had been hurting all the game she had been wanting to go so badly. She was horrified to feel the wetness in her knickers and on her jeans between her legs, but nothing showed and she did not have the disgrace of everyone seeing that she had wet herself a bit during the match, as well as having to pee by the path on the way to the grounds.
Her humiliation at not being able to wait was made worse by overhearing Tracy and Belinda talking in the pub after the game; Tracy was saying, "I could not believe she was just squatting down and having a pee. She was showing everything and she didn't seem to care. I could never do that; I would have made myself wait somehow. I would rather die than have to pee with all the men seeing me like that, with my pants round my knees."
"You're telling me, She must have a weak bladder or something," replied Belinda, "I know we had a lot to drink, we always do on rugby days; but that was no reason for behaving like that, I'm always 'breaking my neck' when we walk that way to the ground, but I have to wait, and so do you."
"Oh god Belinda, I tell you what though, I nearly died having to watch her pee like that, when all I wanted was to let it go like she was. Talk about bursting! I was in agony, nearly pissing myself, watching her. It was a real tummy-buster in the queue for the ground, If the queue in the Ladies' had been much longer, I think I would have had to pee in a sink, I was seriously considering it."
Hearing this, ad realising that she had not been the only lady bursting for a pee, and that the other two had suffered like her before and always managed to wait, only added to Lindsay's humiliation at having to pee in the open. Lindsay never went to any other rugby match again, despite being asked several times. She was scared that she would need to pee so badly again and ashamed to face Belinda and Tracy and not be able to wait again. |
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Trying not to be too obvious in the middle of a crawling line of other Hellhounds, Loona scrunched her muzzle in concentration as she subtly crossed her legs and slipped a paw over her crotch, using the cover of darkness to hide her shame. It was embarrassing enough to be waiting in line forever for the one toilet, it was even worse that she had to do so while on very limited time. The accumulation of drinks in her bladder wasn't slowing down like the line progression was…
Curling her tail about her legs, Loona forcefully bit down a whimper of pain as she tried to shift her weight on her paws. The tiny motion was all it took for her to send the growing bulge on her midsection sloshing, resulting in her paws diving between her thighs for a rescue mission when something hot and wet blossomed across her panties. Fur on the back of her neck stood up in alarm; she was more desperate than she'd ever been, and this line was crawling. The hounds inside probably weren't even using the toilet… Frustration brought a snarl to her lips as she pressed down tightly between her labia, feeling the dampness on her paws. This was really not her night…
Paranoia of an accident helped her stay sharp, though the considerable amount she'd had to drink so far made planning in depth quite the impossibility. Satan, the only reason she'd come to this party was for Tex, and she'd been so nervous to speak to him not even the flood of alcohol she'd downed hadn't proved enough to strengthen her nerves. All it had done was settle in her bladder and put her in this mess. Hadn't Tex made a joke about the place only having one bathroom, and to be prepared to time it right if she needed to go?
Recalling the Hellhound that made her heart flutter didn't help the situation, especially when she saw him laughing with friends on a couch not a dozen feet away. Adrenaline flooded her veins as she became keenly aware of how ridiculous she looked; twisted legs, the ridiculous bulge on her belly, and her paws squeezed between her thighs. She was a potty dance shy of broadcasting her desperation to all of Hell. Worse, she couldn't stop, which was a fact that dawned on her with absolute horror. Trying to move about like a normal hound would prove too much, she could already tell by the way her pussy throbbed beneath her tight grip. Pressure would overcome her defenses the second she tried to flee…
Okay, so what are you going to do?! she snapped at herself, eyes stinging with tears of frustration just as much as pain. All around her hounds were dancing, drinking, partying and enjoying themselves… it was just the right amount of chaos to get lost in.
Casting one final glance at Tex for courage, mostly to remind herself what would happen if she failed, Loona took a deep breath and ducked out of the line.
Pressure so intense it was more akin to hot agony pounded against her urethra, the horde of hellish mixes she'd chugged clamoring for freedom at every step, making her whine under her breath. No one noticed, but that didn't make her any less humiliated. A nearby exit became her lifeline, even as her stomach lurched in mortification. Despite being no stranger to going outside, the fact that she had no choice made it nearly unbearable. If only she'd just… done so many things differently.
Like a soldier on a field, she navigated obstacles before they had a chance to reach her, fully aware that a misplaced shove would have her gushing. Dancing hounds were given a wide berth, resulting in her completely sidestepping the dance floor even if it doubled the length of her trip. Breathing hard, she tried to ignore how her legs trembled or how her fur was dampening with sweat, telling herself she was just tired from the party. This wasn't going to be close, she continued lying, paws getting wet as her pussy throbbed with growing insistence. Ignoring the fact that she was running out of stamina, Loona couldn't keep the panic off her face as she locked eyes with the dim exit sign that looked so far away. Something about being so desperate was warping her mind to the point nothing existed beyond peeing, and she had to do something before those thoughts got even more warped.
Clearing a snack table crowded with guests, she hugged the wall for her final charge, nearly sinking against the brink and collapsing to the floor as a spasm like no other almost forced her to urinate on the spot. Breathing hard, she firmly buried one paw over her exit as a last bit of insurance. It was like her body didn't care she had an audience, even if she did. Every part of her was trying to empty her bladder, save for her remaining dignity, which only needed her to make it a few more feet… Oh, but it was so hard. Sweat dripped from her brow as she got to her paws and started to hobble for the door. Almost all of her weight rested against the wall.
A spurt into her palm sent icy shock up and down her back, and in the seconds it took to raise a paw and grab the knob a second leak squirted into her panties.
No no no no no!!
Refusing to submit at the very edge of success, Loona shouldered the door open and stumbled into the alley, keenly aware of warmth trickling down her thighs. Crying out at everything; the humiliation, her desperation, her agonized bladder, the hellhound didn't bother finding anything fancy as soon as she saw she was alone.
Bracing a paw on the wall, she bunched up her dress just as high as necessary, revealing the flagrant scarlet flash of her panties. Soaked fabric clung unevenly to her lips as she tinkled without meaning to, a thin rain of piss sprinkling down on the pavement as she wrestled with her outfit. Pulling her underwear aside, she dropped into a squat with a moan, so unbelievably full of pee she felt liable to burst. An overstuffed bladder sloshed from the motion before settling as heavily as she did. Breathing hard enough to shake her shoulders, Loona spread her lips and let go, more of a passenger than someone with any real control at that point.
A sharp yip broke the silence of the alley as she opened the floodgates.
Ironically, being so maddeningly in need of a toilet made it hard to get started, especially after holding for so long. Such a tsunami had a hard time all fitting through her tiny exit, resulting in fresh bursts of pain pressure as she tried to encourage her stream. Hot and almost clear droplets sprayed with wild abandon as she pushed through the discomfort, her eyes squeezing shut and a hard breath sucking in between her teeth. How had she worked so hard just to be denied at the last possible second?!
A little coaxing, thankfully, was all her body really needed. Arching her hips with a helpless sigh, the hellhound felt her pussy relax and open up. Bliss filled her entire body like a wave of warmth as she finally got to let go…
"Oohhhhhh…"
In seconds she had a full stream gushing against the pavement, the pale yellow sparkling in the faint light as she encouraged it to flow as fast as physics allowed. There was no guarantee this spot would stay private, so she needed to go as quickly as possible, lest a wayward hound or hellbeast stumbled across her in a very vulnerable moment. Biting her lip, she kept her paw braced against the wall as relief soothed the tension from her body. Having tangled herself into nearly literal knots, it felt beyond good to let go. Having gotten out of having an accident was a nice bonus too.
Forming a puddle between her paws, the hellhound shifted to try and keep them dry, angling herself so the stream flowed more to the wall at her side. In seconds she had a full river of piss surging across the cement, along with a lake that crept ever outwards. Watching it expand, she couldn't help but feel a little proud; she'd held all that in? There had to be liters gushing out of her, and with so much more to go… Not once did she even consider slowing down, keeping the pressure on her shrinking bladder so she peed with enough force to make the stream spatter. Between the hiss and the many other very wet noises it would be a miracle if she wasn't heard before she was spotted.
That didn't stop her from sighing again, the paw on her pussy lazily massaging her sopping clit to encourage the good feelings tingling through her. Endorphins tingled as she licked her lips and moaned again, the sweat on her brow cooling now that she was settling down. It was actually possible to gauge how much she'd gone just by looking down; the shrinking bulge of her bladder was like the perfect visual aid, especially with her growing lake taking up a larger and larger portion of the alley. By now there was piss on her paws, but she didn't really care. There was even some catching the breeze between her thighs. Wagging her tail to herself, the hellhound wondered how obvious it would be that she'd nearly had an accident.
Dropping below half of her impressive capacity, Loona let out a shaky breath of disbelief. Now that she was in the clear, the full weight of the situation was almost hard to grasp; she'd nearly had an accident. Sure, she'd made it in the end, but still… How close had she really come to pissing herself in front of the hound she was head over heels for? What would he have done, if he'd seen her like that? Blushing, probably crying, her legs coiled and her paws between her legs as urine gushed down her thighs in the midst of a crowd of strangers-
Arousal throbbed in her clit, forcing her to stop in the face of many new and unexpected feelings. The sensation was so strong it made her stream falter. That was not an image she'd ever anticipated enjoying nearly so much.
Ignoring it and the blush now stretching from ear to ear, Loona squeezed down hard to finish up, keenly aware that she had a great deal to think about. Watching her stream go from a straight line to a last arc, she pretended to focus solely on peeing, unable to deny the thoughts now dancing on the edge of her consciousness…
What if Tex was watching you now?
"Oh!" she gasped sharply, spare paw slapping over her muzzle in shame. Clit pulsing against her paw, she clamped down on her bladder, returning her tummy to its usual flat shape as the last bit of liquid courage fell as liquid gold. Leaning forward, she felt her release slow to a thin tinkle between her legs. There was still so much warmth, and the sharp smell was strong in her nose… hopefully no one at the party would notice.
With all of her additional pressure, the last of her bladder was drained swiftly and smoothly, the lazily arcing flow sagging until it was a tinkle no wider than a pencil. Fluctuating with starts and stops, the waterfall slowed to a crawl as the well ran dry. A few tiny droplets rained down upon the lake below.
Just like that, quite without any kind of warning, she was done.
Not hesitating but still thoroughly lost in a fog, Loona stood shakily, breathing slowly but deeply as she beheld the full site. An ocean of piss stretched out in every direction, lapping at the wall and her paws as it continued to creep wider. Dress still bunched and panties askew, she took her time getting adjusted, realizing only then she had nothing to wipe with. Figuring it didn't really matter, she pulled up her scarlet underwear and tucked down her dress. Splashing in her puddle, she stumbled out of it to try and get herself together, knowing she was still in borrowed time.
"Damn…" she marveled as she beheld the mess, a tiny hint of pride pulling on her cheeks. Even for a hellhound of her stature and reputation, that was a lot of pee. At least it wasn't on the floor.
Still buzzed from all she'd had to drink, Loona didn't take long to recover, her nerves taking over to guide her back to the party. Just playing it cool would probably keep the heat off her. Even if it didn't, she was hardly the first hellhound to take a desperate pee somewhere public. What mattered was going back inside and never speaking of this again… which wouldn't be too hard. If she did get a chance to actually talk with Tex, the last thing she wanted was for him to know this had happened, even if her own feelings about that had been… complicated.
Ensuring she was covered and mostly free of urine, the hellhound hurried back inside, noting with a touch of curiosity that there were actually two exits at different points of the alley before she disappeared into the chaos.
From behind a dumpster, a line hound sighed as soon as she was gone.
"Okay, Tex… it's just… she… be cool…"
The Hellhound slipped from behind the dumpster he'd stashed himself with a wide eyed look of absolute awe. He'd thought she might have been in trouble, that perhaps someone had frightened her… had he known she was ducking out to pee he would have left more than well enough alone.
Having such information in advance would have also saved him from seeing everything.
Loona hadn't even noticed when he'd stepped out, and the clearing of his throat had done nothing to stop her from popping a squat and unleashing a flood right before his very eyes. In a panic he'd shoved himself to the side so she could have a little privacy, but that hadn't saved him from an eyeful of her spread lips gushing piss over the cement. Not to mention how she'd moaned, and the sound had carried to his ears like music…
Unknowingly, she'd left him with a pressure problem of his own, one his tight pants were doing nothing to hide and that no amount of embarrassment was making go away.
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It had gotten later than Barry realized as he pressed his thighs together, saving his work for the day. He looked at his empty mug and the half empty glass of water next to it, mentally going through just how much he’d actually had to drink. Reaching down to give himself a brief squeeze, he rose from his desk and left his small office off the living room, fully intending to go to the bathroom.
His girlfriend Marie, who was watching him like a hawk the second the office door opened, had other plans. “Was wondering when you’d need a bathroom break,” she teased, getting up from the couch. She stood several inches taller than him, something she adored using to her advantage.
He licked his lips as she moved closer, his beard wiry under his tongue. “I lost track of time, I probably should’ve gone earlier.” He pressed his thighs together again, but it didn’t help nearly as much while standing. He found himself grabbing at his cock, the need strong.
In just two more strides, Marie was behind him, wrapping her arms around him, knocking his hand away. “So forgetful…”
“Mmfh, Marie…” His voice pitched up as fingers trailed over his stomach, her arms now holding him in place.
“Be a good boy for me, Barry.” Barry could hear the smirk in her voice, feel her pressed up against his back as her hand pushed the front of his sweatpants down, just below his now half hard cock.
”Don’t… I have to pee, please.” It was almost a gasp, his body involuntary bending forward slightly, but a hand on his chest had him standing upright.
”Should’ve thought about that before your third cup of coffee, hm?” Marie ducked her head down to kiss his neck, her long hair brushing against his skin. “Now you’re gonna get the floor all wet.”
Barry whined her name again, licking his lips as fingertips teased the head of his cock through his boxers. “I’m gonna wet my pants…” He knew he could break her hold on him easily if he wanted to, but… he didn’t. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d made him wet himself.
”That’s the idea.” She drew a gasp from him as she dipped her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, wrapping a hand around his cock and giggling when he leaked.
”Come on now, Barry. Hold it like a good boy.”
That had his cock twitching, almost fully hard. “I’m your good boy,” he said softly, biting his lip. “I’ll hold it.”
“Good.” Marie began to slowly slide her hand up and down his shaft, her other hand splaying over his slightly bulging bladder. Her fingertips teased along the strip of dark hair, her palm putting slow, deliberate pressure.
Barry’s head pressed back against her shoulder, breaths hitching as he was caught between his need to pee and the now present need to cum. It wasn’t the first time he’d been caught here, Marie teasing him as he desperately had to go. Hell, their positions had been swapped almost as often.
He let out a low moan, hips jerking forward as he reached back to hold her hips, just trying to ground himself. “Fuck, so good…”
“Look at you, I bet you’ll be soaking yourself the second you cum.” Her breath was hot against his neck, hand pressing down more firmly against his bladder. “You make such pretty sounds like this. You won’t hold out much longer, will you?”
He shook his head as her hand moved faster, already feeling the heat in his gut. “I’m not… can’t hold it…”
Her thumb teased the head of his cock, which was leaking precum. “Fuck, I love seeing you like this.” Her voice was low, and he had no doubt she was as turned on as he was. He only wished he could see her expression.
Marie gave a low hum, feeling every little movement as Barry shifted in her hold. He shuddered, legs going weak as she kept at it, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. “Marie, oh fuck, I can’t-“
He came hard, stars behind his eyelids as she squeezed his cock and let her teeth graze against his neck. “Look at that,” she murmured, his cum streaking her fist.
Hardly another moment passed, Marie’s hand pressing firmer against his bladder, and he was unable to hold anymore. With a long moan, he was peeing, leaning most of his weight back against her as she kept stroking him, her chin tucked against his shoulder. Barry was breathless, releasing his bladder intense as she touched him. “M…Marie,” he moaned, licking his lips.
“Good boy, Barry.” She watched the puddle at his feet grow, unable to keep herself from grinning. “You had to go so bad, didn’t you? Maybe I’ll have to start reminding you to go during the day.”
He gave a breathless laugh, looking down at the stream still coming out of him. “…I think I’d be okay if you don’t.”
That drew a soft giggle from her, her hand stilling as his stream began to slow. She lifted her hand to his mouth, feeling his face warm with a blush as he began to lick his own cum off her hand. It certainly wasn’t the first time they’d done this, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. “Fuck, as hot as that is, it’s time for the worst part.”
Barry looked down at the puddle on the floor and his soaked boxers and sweatpants, which had been caught in the crossfire. “…cleanup. I’ll go get the towels.”
As Marie released him from her hold, he tried to hide his blush as he stepped around his own puddle and pulled up his wet pants. Cleanup wasn’t the fun part, but fuck, it was so worth it.
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Fair warning this does contain messing.
A few days ago I had a very interesting conversation with my fiancés sister. We were having a conversation about the law and how so many laws are either unsuitable or need adapting for use in the modern world. During the wide ranging discussion I brought up public urination and how people have and can be prosecuted for indecent exposure because of something as trivial as being caught short. Her opinion surprised the life out of me and that is why I’m writing it here.
When I asked for her take on the matter she opined thus;
“I understand why people do that, most people are brought up to believe anything is better than peeing yourself and because of that, some people go to extreme lengths to avoid this. I actually think this is something society should look at again”
I thought her take was both liberal but also very pragmatic at the same time. Neither of these things surprised me that much. In the couple of years I’ve known her, I’ve learnt she is a very good natured person and try’s to see the world in a positive light. To be honest, regardless of my (and our kink as a community) kink I genuinely thought her opinion to be enlightened.
Anyway, after listening carefully to her response, I challenged her on what she defined as extreme lengths.
“I’m sure we’ve all done it at some point or another and it might be hypocritical to say it, but I think the very manner of holding until it’s painful is extreme. Is it really worth it? When we were younger we all wet ourselves, it’s considered a natural part of human development and nobody bats an eyelid if a young person has an accident and whilst I understand the developmental reasons why this is the case, would it really be so bad to allow adults a similar leeway?”
Her question wasn’t rhetorical but I only gave a half answer, I wanted to hear her opinions, untainted by my own.
“I’ll put it this way; in any other facet of life it’s considered totally normal and practical to avoid pain and discomfort at just about any cost. Yet, when it comes to bodily functions, it’s the opposite. Society considers pain preferable to potential embarrassment. I’m not saying people should be running around peeing whenever the mood takes them, but rather society should be more tolerable when an accident does occur”
She was speaking passionately, as if she really believed strongly in what she was saying. So, I asked how she came to this opinion.
“The first time the thought occurred to me was 4 or 5 years ago, (she’s now 25) I was at summer cottage with a friend and their family and we were out on a long walk through the forest. We’d been walking for a while and I needed the toilet. I didn’t know their family well so I didn’t dare suggest going back so I could use the toilet, so I held on. I kept holding on for what felt like a long time, I was in pain. I still remember the panic I felt when my underwear suddenly turned warm, and then my legs, and ankles. I didn’t say anything or make a fuss I just silently had a wee. My first reaction was panic but then I started to think; that wasn’t so bad. My friends’ parents reaction was one of anger. They said I was shameful to be doing that at my age and that I had embarrassed them. I remember crying, but it wasn’t embarrassment, it was their anger that made me cry. I went home the next day and told mum what happened and her reaction was the total opposite, her reaction was like; well, you didn’t turn into dust did you? Do you think you’re the first young woman to have an accident?
After this, I really started to think about the morals behind it”
I’ll be honest, I was a little aroused listening to her recount this story and I really wanted to know more but it just didn’t seem appropriate, but I did gently probe the subject. I feigned ignorance at her story and just asked; so you wet yourself?
“Yes, I’m not even entirely sure it was an accident” when she said this she laughed at the same time as if sharing an inside joke with herself but then went on, “I mean, it wasn’t a choice I made, but neither did I do much to stop it? I don’t know if that makes sense but I think I had unconsciously just given up”
Then a thought occurred to me so I asked; why didn’t you pee in the trees somewhere, surely there’s plenty of privacy in a forest?
“It wasn’t about privacy, it was about comfort. I didn’t want to pee in the bushes like an animal, I wanted a toilet but I didn’t have one. I never considered peeing in the bushes”
I smiled at that. Partly because I admired her conviction, but also because I’m a pervert who wanted to hear more about it, so I said; “so you peed in your pants instead of a bush?” I asked sarcastically.
“Yes” she said “and If faced with the same choice I would do it again”
“Really?” I asked eagerly in genuine surprise.
“Yes. What I learnt that day was that the pain is just not worth it. I was in agony and for what? My dignity? To avoid embarrassment? I didn’t feel any of that. I didn’t turn into dust, I haven’t turned into dust. The only outcome was that at first it made me warm, then it made me cold and then I had to wash some clothes. What’s so bad about that?”
I knew she was serious but I could hardly believe it. If I hadn’t of known her so well I would have thought I was being trolled.
“When you out it like that…” I said vaguely, as if I knew nothing about such things.
“Seriously. The only bad part about it was her parents’ reaction. Without that it’s nothing to make a fuss about. Which proves my point. If society becomes more tolerable, it immediately removes the only bad part about such things”
I felt the subject found trail off at this point but I was eager to avoid that outcome. I still wanted to know more, I wanted to dig deeper but I also didn’t want to sound weird. So, I decided to impress upon her academic instincts and challenged her theory.
“Yeah…” I said distantly “but one example doesn’t prove a theory, does it? It’s very easy to categorise a single event as not that bad because by its very nature, a one off is just that, a one off event not to be repeated. It just seems too easy to say it’s not that bad. Particularly as time has probably clouded your judgement” Even as I posed my challenge, I was nervous of the response. My fiancée knows of my kink but I didn’t want it to become common knowledge, I really believed I was walking a thin line. Of course, I wasn’t actually in danger of outing this secret but it felt like it at the time.
“Fair point” she said “but it’s not a one off event is it”
As soon as I heard the words come from her mouth my heart started beating heavier.
“It happens loads when we’re children” she said, and immediately my heart sank again. Then she chuckled. “I’m being facetious and hypocritical” she said, still chuckling “I have wet myself since then, it just seems weird to say it out loud”
I really couldn’t believe me ears. When I started out down this path by bringing up the public urination, I never once thought it would go this far. I hoped to maybe hear a couple of stories about close calls, but I never would have hoped for an outright admission. However, as surprised as I was I was also aroused by what I was hearing and I didn’t really know how I should react. In the end, I didn’t really react at all, at least as far as I realised. In my mind my face was stone, but I don’t know what the reality was. Nonetheless, whatever by reaction actually was, it couldn’t have been that bad because she continued to talk.
“I blame society for that too. It shouldn’t feel strange to say that I have and do wet myself”
“So” I said blankly “it’s happened since?” I said trying my best to hide my interest.
“Yes” she said “If I’m away from home I will hold until I start to feel uncomfortable and then, if I still have no access to a toilet, I’ll just have a wee wherever I am. That’s how I look at it really. I don’t really see it as wetting myself. I just see it as having a wee, and if I’m having a wee through my clothes, so be it, but I’m still just emptying my bladder” she said seriously.
I was staggered by her honesty but I also couldn’t help but agree inwardly at what she was saying. It just sounded so reasonable.
“People stare” she said “but I don’t think that’s terribly surprising. One time I was walking back home from the city. It was a Saturday afternoon and the streets were busy. I didn’t know the area well and I didn’t feel comfortable trying to stop in a random bar. So, I just had a wee in my underwear and jeans. That was one of the first times I had done that but it felt good and I didn’t turn into dust. Now it just feels normal. My roommates are used to it. They found it weird at first but now they understand. Really, it just heavy I do more washing than them” she said and then laughed.
My penis was hard listening to her words. I hid it as best I found but I wanted to know more.
“Does it happen often?” I asked.
“Why?” She asked.
“I’m just curious” I said as innocently as I could.
“We’ve been talking about this for a while, you’ve asked a lot of questions” she said.
“It’s an interesting topic” I said.
“So, you find me having a wee interesting?” She asked with a hint of something I couldn’t quite identify.
“We’ll… um… I don’t know” I stammered.
“Do you want to know something interesting?” She asked.
“Depends what it is” I said nervously.
She said nothing at first, but just smiled. She looked me dead in the eye and held her gaze for several moments. She licked her lip gently and then ruffled her hair. Her eyes never left mine and it felt as though she could see straight through me.
“I need a wee” she finally said.
I felt like a deer in the headlights.
“Well, the um toilet is there” I said meekly gesturing to the bathroom.
“The toilet is pointless now” she said.
“I don’t know what you mean?” I said honestly, I really didn’t know what was happening.
“What’s the point of peeing in a toilet when I’ve already started in my underwear” she said.
A moment later she stood up from the sofa. She looked tall stood above me but I knew she was actually much shorter than myself. Her body was lithe and petite and her dark sports style shorts seemed to hug her thighs. My head was at the height of her crotch and being so close, I could make out a faint wetness against her crotch.
Then, without a word she dropped her shorts to her ankles. In my face was now her pissy pussy. She wore grey underwear which showed the evidence of her words beautifully. She had indeed already started to pee in her underwear.
“A little bird tells me you like a girl with a weak bladder” she said.
I stammered some useless noises in reply.
“I’m a girl with a weak bladder!” She said in an inflated cute voice “and I realllly need a wee!”
I had now realised what was happening but I still didn’t know how to deal with it appropriately. How does someone prepare for such a thing?
“Don’t ignore me!” She demanded in a childish manner and then started to wee in her underwear again as if to grab my attention.
A trickle of pee bounced off the laminate floor and made a small puddle by her feet.
“I’m not ignoring you” I said trying to maintain my compose.
“Touch me” she demanded.
I didn’t move a muscle at her demand, so she did it for me. She took a firm grip of my right hand and pressed it firmly into her pissy crotch. It felt wonderfully warm. I pressed my fingers gently against her pussy and warm pee began to trickle through my fingers. All of my senses were tingling with delight.
“Do you want to know something?” She asked.
“Yes” I said somewhat breathlessly.
“When I woke up this morning I was horny as hell” she said “I was horny because I woke up in a puddle of wee. I had emptied my bladder in my sleep and I knew nothing until I woke up and I was soaking wet and cold. But being cold is a turn off, so I peed a little more, just to warm myself up. Then, I fingered myself through my pissy underwear and I peed even more as I came. Would you like that? If you had have been there this morning?”
“I’d have taken you there and then for being a naughty little girl” I said firmly.
She bit her lip.
“It’s not that naughty…” she said feigning innocence.
“Is it not?” I asked suspiciously.
“You’re too innocent for me” she said haughtily.
“Try me” I replied.
“Do you want to know what I did last week?”
I said nothing but just nodded.
“Last week I was at the beach with my roommates. I was wearing these shorts and an old pair of purple knickers. I’d already had a wee on the boat on the way to the beach so I was already pissy when I got to the beach. So, later on when I needed a wee again, I just stood and peed in my underwear again. Problem was, I didn’t only need to pee and my rule doesn’t just hold for pee. So, not being one for hypocrisy, I took a poop in my underwear too. How does that make you feel? Knowing that I pooped in my pants”
“I don’t believe you” I said teasingly “you’re too much of a good girl for that” I suggested.
She stared back at me, her big blue eyes seemed to shimmer. Her brow seemed to be damp with sweat and she was licking her lips regularly. My hand was still resting against her pissy crotch which was now beginning to cool as no more urine had left her body in the last few moments.
“You doubt me?” She asked.
“You’re too much of a good girl for that. A little bit of wee, sure, but poop? Nope” I said.
“Fuck you” she said.
A second later warm pee streamed through my fingers again. The urine steam sprayed off in several directions but it all ended up pooling on the floor by our feet. There was a stream running down the inside of bother her legs and a separate torrent seemed to be pouring from her rear end.
She took a hold of my hands again and placed them both on her bum cheeks. She was still having a wee and the grey cotton of her rear end was growing darker with every passing second. Her bum was pert and shapely, her perfect shape made more defined by the soaked grey cotton which hugged her contours.
Then it happened.
A second later she moaned audibly and then true to her word, she took a shit in her underwear. The grey cotton sagged slightly as it struggled to hold the weight of the load she had dropped in there. She continued to moan breathlessly as she forced more and more poop into her beleaguered underwear. All the while she was still peeing and a huge puddle had formed on the floor. I was horny and without even realising it, I had begun to tug myself whilst staring at disbelief at her soiled bum.
“Never say I’m a liar” she said.
Then she turned around swiftly and saw me tugging myself. She rested her hand on my thigh and gestured for me to stop. “Don’t waste it” she said. Then, she started to lead me towards the bathroom. Her underwear was soaked, they sagged tremendously under the weight of poop she had dropped there and she smelled overwhelmingly of fresh urine and poop.
“Look in there” she said gesturing to a wicket basket.
I opened the basket and was hit by the unmistakable scent of stale urine. Under her instruction I started to rummage through the laundry and pull out ladies underwear as I found them. I later out 8 pairs of knickers on the floor in front of us. There was a variety, of briefs, boyshorts, hipsters and a thong.
“Get closer” she instructed me.
I grabbed a pair at random, a pair of purple briefs, and held them to my nose. The aroma of urine filled my nostrils. I looked at the gusset and obvious pee staining was visible.
“You like?” She asked.
I nodded, so she gestured for me to take more.
I went though them all one by one. They were all heavily piss stained and the thong was caked in skid marks and stale urine.
“Someone is a messy little girl” I said.
“She is” she agreed “but they’re not mine. They’re my roommates”
I looked up at her in astonishment.
“I thought they were yours?” I said.
“Nope. She hasn’t realised that I know. But I’ve known for a while”
“How?” I asked in genuine curiosity.
“Sometimes it’s as simple as a wet spot on her jeans, sometimes she smells of pee. It’s not difficult” she said evenly “point is though, how you feel now is how I feel when I see her with a pissy wet spot in her jeans. I want her like you want me and you’re going to help me get her”
I stared at her blankly unable to fully understand exactly what was happening. I was beginning to think I was being played.
“I’m proposing a threesome” she said sensing my confusion “I’m yours right now, but I want you both in the future” she said.
I couldn’t resist. I would done anything to have her in that moment. The smell of her piss was enough to drive me crazy, but her soiled bum was the cherry on the cake.
“Fine” I said.
Then she smiled and then we had sex.
Edited June 15, 2022 by Spurgle
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Hey everyone! This is the first story I've written. I'll be posting it in this thread chapter by chapter as I finish writing them.
Let me know what you think.
Chapter 1
The Trailhead
That date circled in pink on her calendar has finally come. A day she has looked forward to for months. Hazel was going on another hiking trip with her best friend Sophia. Sophia is relatively new to hiking but is learning very fast. She has some camping experience as well but this trip was the first multi-day hike Sophia has ever done. Hazel on the other hand is very experienced hiking and has excellent bushcraft skills and knowledge. She knows her needs per day and feels confident in her ability to pack just whats needed and nothing else. Their plan was to drive to the trailhead located at Blue Lake, hike a day and a half to Manatee Lagoon, spend a night there, then hike the day and a half back. Their timing of this trip could not have been better, it was a couple weeks into fall, the temperatures were in the perfect range, and there wasn't a drop of rain forecast. It was that very short time of year in Florida where you could enjoy outside activities barely breaking a sweat while still not freezing at night.
Hazel was boiling over with excitement as she saw Sophia pull in her driveway. She walked outside, greeted Sofia with a hug, then loaded her gear into Sophia's Jeep eager to get going. She paused briefly when she heard Sophia ask in a surprised way
"Thats all you brought? One bag?"
Hazel chuckled lightly then said
"Yea! We're only going for 3 nights."
Once her gear was in she said
"I'll be right back, I'm going to pee one last time."
"Good idea, I should do that too" Sofia agreed.
A few minutes later they were all loaded up ready to go. The two of them made small talk during the 45 minutes it took to get to Blue Lake. Hazel could tell that Sophia was just as excited as herself yet a little nervous. When they arrived, they found that a lot of other people were taking advantage of the perfect weather. Sophia took the last available parking spot saying
"I'm glad we got here when we did."
"Yea."
Thinking for a second, Sophia said
"I can't believe how many people are here at 9 in the morning!"
As they each grabbed their gear from the Jeep, Hazel said
"I hope most of these people are fishing and that the trails are not too busy."
They each did one final check then put their packs on and started down the trail.
Helping to build her friends confidence, Hazel let Sophia lead the way down the marked trail. After about 30 minutes of hiking and talking, Hazel found herself watching Sophia's heart shaped ass more than the trail. She didn't even notice she had become lost in it's rhythmic movements until she heard Sophia yell
"Hey!"
Snapping back to reality, Hazel heard Sophia ask
"Staring at my ass?"
Fumbling for words and shaking her head Hazel replied
"Y yea. N No." She took a big breath then asked "What's up?"
"The trail splits ahead so which way do we go?"
"Umm...let me look." Hazel replied as she fumbled for the map still startled from being caught.
"Did you like what you saw?"
Hazel blushed then trying to change the subject said
"We need to go to the right."
They continued on their journey when a little later they decided to rest for a few minutes. Sitting there sipping their waters, Sophia said
"You never answered."
"Huh?"
"I asked if you liked what you saw."
"Oh...right." Turning bright red again, Hazel replied
"It's nice."
Sophia simply replied with
"Hmm." Then changed topics. Hazel sat there embarrassed yet horny and thinking that she could pee but decided she didn't want to loose time.
About two hours into their journey, Hazel had finished her water bottle and was now using her camelback. Her need to pee was becoming more noticeable but not urgent so she said to herself I'll wait until we stop in just a bit for lunch. As they trekked on, she began wondering if Sophia was feeling it too. A few minutes later her question was answered by Sophia telling her
"I need to pee."
"Hold it." Hazel replied in a joking manner. Then to her surprise, Sophia said
"Yea. It's not that bad yet."
This made Hazel think back on things said between them in the past. She started to question if Sophia is also into pee. There's no way she thought to herself.
For the next hour and 15 minutes, both girls were discretely grabbing themselves and adjusting their walks as their needs grew with each step. Hazel's need suddenly jumped a few digits higher as the trail went over a small creek. The bubbling sound from the water as it gently flowed over some rocks made her bladder think it was close to getting relief. She tried to distract herself with more conversation but in her hightened need, her ears were attracted to the sounds of sloshing water from their packs. Come on...it's only 15 more minutes until we stop to eat, you can make it she said to herself. Just then, Sophia stopped and said
"If I go another step I will pee myself!"
Hazel instantly became even more aroused at hearing that. She tried to not make it obvious that she was aroused but once Sophia started pulling her tight leggings and pink panties down all Hazel could do was stare. The sight of that forceful stream of hot pee shooting from between the thick lips of Sophia's perfectly shaved vagina made her own pussy quiver and her bladder spasm. After a few seconds of watching her own stream, Sophia looked up at Hazel and asked
"Are you not going to go?"
After a brief moment of thought, Hazel decided to give in to her bladders demands and started going for the waistband of her own leggings when she suddenly stopped because they heard voices.
"Shit!" Sophia whispered loudly
"There's people and I'm not done."
Hazel looked down and saw her friend's stream grow even more forceful in an attempt to finish before the people could see anything. A few more seconds passed when her stream finally started to dwindle. Now in a panic, Sophia quickly stood up yanking her panties and leggings up all in one motion before her stream even had a chance to fully stop. As the other hikers passed by, the girls acted like they were looking at wildlife then giggled afterwards. Once they were out of sight, Hazel was again about to give in but then heard even more voices. Hazel, out of frustration, let out a soft growl then said
"Lets just get to the picnic spot. I'll find a place to go there."
"Are you sure you can make it?"
"I don't have a choice."
"Ok." replied Sophia.
Hazel pondered if she made the right choice as they walked onwards. |
Chapter 2
Lunch Break
"I see the picnic area!" Sophia excitedly said to Hazel.
"Oh good. Finally!" Hazel replied with relief
"I thought I wasn't going to make it."
"Go find a place to pee while I set up for lunch "
As Hazel set her pack down she checked to see if other people were coming and to her delight, the second group of people took a side trail that cut off before the picnic area. She also noticed that the group that passed them did not stop. Good nobody is around she thought to herself. As she pulled her leggings down, her body filled with excitement and her bladder knew relief was coming. In it's excitement, it uncontrollably forced out a little leak into her purple panties as she started pulling them down. At that moment, Hazel did not care. She was bursting and was still so turned on from the sight of Sophia's ass and the perfect view she had of her pussy as she peed. Without even thinking about it, as she was full stream, Hazel reached down to touch her clit sending tingling sensations shooting through her body like lightning. As her pee stream came to an end, every muscle in her body clenched in a wonderful orgasm. Once her body quit trembling, Hazel surveyed the damage in her pants anticipating the worst. She had left such a large wet spot from being so turned on, that the little bit of pee that leaked out wasn't even detectable. She collected herself, wiped, pulled her pants up, then returned to where Sophia had set up lunch.
"There you are!" said Sophia
"Sorry, I really really had to go."
"No problem. Her you go." Sophia said as she handed Hazel her lunch bag.
"Thank you."
As the two ravenous girls ate their lunches, neither of them spoke a word. The only audible sound other than nature was their chewing.
After eating, Hazel went over their plan with Sophia again pointing out where they would camp that night. The spot they had chosen was still another 3 hour hike. Hazel looked at her watch and said
"It's 1:15 now. Maybe another 15 minutes or so then we will leave putting us there at about maybe umm 5 ish with breaks. That should be plenty of time to set up camp and rest for tomorrow."
Sophia agreed then they both laid back soaking in the beautiful fall air as they digested their meals. Hazel sat up a few minutes later to look over the map. She knew that at some point tomorrow they would have to turn off the well maintained trail heading down a very primitive path. She was also looking for possible water sources to refill their bottles as she suspected they were running low.
After a few minutes of looking over the map, Hazel asked
"Alright, are you ready to get going again?"
Sophia sat up and said
"Yep!"
Hazel gathered their trash shoving it into a dump pouch that she brings on hikes just for trash while Sophia was checking that everything was packed up and closed. As they started on their way, Hazel asked
"How much water do you have left?"
"Umm...I think I have just over half of my camelback left. You?"
"I have a little bit less than that. There is a lake near our campsite, do you want to fill up there or at this next creek?"
"I'd say we fill up at this next creek...just incase the lake is really dirty or we can't get to it."
"Yea I thinking that too. My only hesitation was having to carry the extra weight but I'd rather not risk running out of water. We'll be at that creek in roughly 2 hours."
"Ok!" Replied Sophia. She then went on to ask
"So what meal do you want to cook for dinner tonight?"
Hazel thought about it for a moment then said
"I'm kinda feeling the Beef Stew. How about you?"
"Yea that sounds good."
They continued on their way talking and laughing for the next hour.
Out of nowhere, Sophia suddenly said
"I have to pee again." Wanting to test the waters Hazel once again told her
"Hold it." Hazel was then surprised by Sophia asking her
"Do you like making me hold it?" Blushing red Hazel nervously said
"Yea." Expecting the worst, Hazel was nervous to hear her reply.
"Cool! I like holding it and I've always wanted someone to force me to hold."
"Really?!" Hazel replied in shock "You mean you don't mind me telling you that you can't go?"
"Not at all! I love holding!" They stopped walking for a moment so Sophia could lean in close to Hazel to quietly say
"To be honest, it really makes me horny."
Barely believing what she is hearing, Hazel is over come with joy and excitement then tells Sophia
"I'm the same way." Hazel then started turning red again the asked
"Can I tell you something?"
"Anything!"
"Ok...umm...when I went pee earlier...I...umm...I played with myself because seeing your vagina earlier made me very horny." Sophia smiled then started walking again.
Very happy and a little bit shocked by eachothers honesty, both girls walked in silence for a few minutes. Their silence was broken by Sophia saying
"So I have to know. Do you like holding too?"
"Umm...y...yea...and...umm...I like wetting myself too."
"I knew it! We should totally have some wet fun this trip."
"Oh no no...I can't. I only brought enough panties for the 3 days." Sophia then said with a wink
"Well, you better not leak then."
All of this talk about pee was starting to make Sophia's urge to pee much stronger.
"Hey I have an idea..."
"Yea Soph?"
"Lets have a contest, we both try to hold it until we get to the camp area..." Hazel interrupted in excitement
"Oooo that sounds like fun!"
"...looser cooks dinner." Sophia continued.
They still had two hours left and Hazel was slightly worried. She then asked
"Does it end when we get to our campsite or after we set up?"
"After we set up." Sophia replied after taking a moment to think.
Even more nervous now, Hazel felt her bladder clench as if it was freaking out at the news.
To her delight, the first hour passed by quickly without much drama. She started feeling confident that she could make it. That was until they came to the creek.
"This is where we're filling up. Remember to use your "dirty bottle"."
"I'm glad you reminded me Hazel! I almost used my main one...that would have been bad. Thank you!"
Squatting down to fill up her bottles, Hazel felt a strong urge as her thighs pushed against her lower abdomen. She grabbed her crotch in an attempt to stop her urge.
"What's wrong Hazel? Do you have to pee?"
"YES! And the sound of this creek is not helping at all! Neither is my hand being in the water!" With a soft flirty chuckle Sophia said in a teasing way
"Oh...you can go but you will be cooking."
"I know...I don't want to cook." Then with shock Hazel went on to ask
"Don't you have to go?! Our bladders are like the same!"
"Yea I do."
Hazel attempted to ignore the sound of the flowing water as she was filling her bottles. The sounds of the flowing water made her bladder ache.
For the next 45 minutes, Hazel was doing everything she could to help herself hold but her desperation kept increasing. Sophia noticed that Hazel had started walking a little bit slower and was kind of waddling then asked
"Getting a little desperate there?"
Hazel stopped for a moment to reach her hand between her legs pressing it hard against her pussy and squeezing her sexy thighs tightly together in an attempt to find some relief. She then started pleading with Sophia
"I can't make it. I'm going to wet myself!"
"You can make it. Isn't it only like 15 more minutes?"
"Yea...I think so...I hope so." replied Hazel.
After a few moments, the wave of desperation passed thanks to pressure her hand put on her pee hole. With a sigh of relief Hazel said
"Ok...lets go."
She was determined to make it yet she wanted to see Sophia wet herself. The thought of seeing her friend fully and uncontrollably wetting herself was making her horny again. She was to the point where she was seriously considering loosing on purpose just so she could comfortably go slower setting up their tent so that Sophia would pee herself. Just then, Hazel noticed droplets on the ground. She said
"Hey Soph, I think one of your bottles is leaking."
They stopped to look but everything was sealed tight and Sophia's pack was dry.
"Hmm...must have been some people in front of us."
"Yea I guess so." said Sophia. They continued on their way arriving at the campsite 5 minutes later.
"Finally!" exclaimed Hazel as she frantically started unpacking the tent. As she started laying the tent out, Sophia sat down and started unpacking their cook set so they could start purifying the water they collected. Once she got everything out she went over to help Hazel. About half way through setting up, Hazel noticed a damp spot on Sophia's leggings. She was just about to ask about it when she remembered the water droplets she saw on the trail. It all suddenly clicked in her head
"You have been leaking! Thats what the water on the trail was. No wonder your not desperate like me!"
"Umm...maybe." Sophia replied while starting to blush. Hazel acted angry but the truth was that she was very very turned on.
"You have been making me hold while you have been leaking?!"
"Yea...I was hoping that you would leak. I'm actually very surprised that you haven't yet." Hazel wanted to continue playing like she was angry but couldn't. All she could think about was the fact that she was alone in the woods with her sexy best friend and they were about to sleep together in the same tent. Sophia started to say something when she was cut off. Hazel, in a euphoric daze, leaned in, her lips meeting Sophia's. At first Sophia was surprised but quickly gave in and started passionately kissing Hazel back. They started to slowly lay down with Hazel on top as they kept rubbing their tongues against eachothers. About 5 seconds after laying down, Hazel forgot all about her need and started to relax from Sophia's embrace. Sophia's eyes suddenly shot open as she felt a warm liquid flow down onto her crotch. The warm comfort made her relax and both girls laid there one atop the other passionately kissing and emptying their tired bladders. Once Sophia had finished peeing, she stopped kissing Hazel then said
"WOAH! That was hot!"
"Yea!" Hazel agreed. Hazel then started to blush as she was coming back to reality. She quickly got off of Sophia and sat up saying
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. Oh! I think I also peed on you too!" Hazel started to tear up in embarrassment.
"Hey hey hey it's ok. I really enjoyed it." Sophia said as she hugged Hazel trying to comfort her.
"To tell you the truth, I want to do it again."
Hazel then looked over to Sophia, tears in her eyes and asked
"Really? I didn't mess things up?"
"Not at all. Actually, I've been wanting to hook up with you for a while now. I've just always been to nervous to try."
With a slight laugh as shes wiping away her tears, Hazel said
"Me too."
"Well thats a good thing!" Sophia blurted out trying to make Hazel laugh. After a moment of laughter, Hazel wiped the last of her tears from her eyes then said
"Well, we should probably finish putting the tent up."
Sophia gave Hazel a kiss then said
"Yea...I guess so."
While they finished putting the tent up together, they both were thinking back on what just happened occasionally smiling at eachother. Once they finished, Sophia said
"Well maybe we should change out of these wet clothes now." Hazel replied saying
"No. I want to stay in them."
"Oh? Do you have something in mind?"
"Mmm Hmm. But you will have to wait and see."
At this point Sophia was very intrigued. Then Hazel said
"Ok. Lets go gather some wood for the fire." |
As promised here is chapter 3!
***lesbian sex warning***
Incase any of you don't want to read a sex scene just skip this chapter.
Chapter 4 is not far behind.
Chapter 3
Campfire
As Hazel was purifying the water they had collected, Sophia was getting their food packages ready. Both girls were enjoying nature while cooking and having a casual conversation. Once their water had boiled for the proper amount of time, Hazel poured some in each food packet then set the rest aside to cool. As they were waiting for their Beef Stew to finish, Sophia wanted to learn more about Hazel's intrest in pee.
"So how long have you been into pee?" Still a little bit embarrassed, Hazel started turning a little red while saying
"For as long as I can remember. I never really started doing anything until recently but I can remember getting turned on whenever I really had to pee since I was a kid. How about you?" With a chuckle Sophia said
"Funny story...I actually discovered it by accident. Literally! Like you, I've always been turned on when I really had to pee but I just always ignored it. Then one day while I was working the registers, I really really had to pee and so I was very horny. I thought to myself that I'll go once this line dies down but it never did. I wound up leaking some then a few minutes later I completely lost it and wet myself. I was really embarrassed but also very very horny. Like to the point that I ran to the bathroom to masturbate. My boss felt bad for me and let me go home where I thought about what happened. A couple days later, I started exploring it even more by purposely peeing myself and wow! I was hooked and now I love it!"
"Oh wow! I would have died if that happened to me. I hope you had black pants on."
"Thankfully I did."
By this time their Beef Stew was done and they started eating. Sophia continued the conversation with
"So what omo related things do you like?"
"Umm...well I like to wet myself and I like seeing how long I can hold it. Oh and watching videos of people wetting themselves."
"Like floods or doing it slowly? What do you like to wet in?"
"I prefer slowly wetting but sometimes floods are nice. Mainly panties, leggings, bikinis, or diapers. What about you?"
"I love holding until I leak and I'll pee in whatever I'm wearing. Sometimes I'll just wet myself if I don't feel like getting up."
"Oh I get that. I do that sometimes too." replied Hazel.
After they finished eating Hazel then said
"Soo..."
"Yea Hazel?"
"What do you want to do?" Sophia pretend to think for a moment then said
"I want you to feel my wet panties then I want you to pee on me again." Blushing bright red Hazel nervously went over to Sophia, locked lips with her, put her right hand just under her bra, then started slowly moving her hand down Sophia's flat stomach into the front of her damp leggings. Sophia started laying back as Hazel's hand descended. As Hazel's hand reached her pussy mound, Sophia let out a soft moan. Hazel was happy whe she felt all of her nervousness and embarrassment melting away. She gently rubbed Sophia's pussy lips through her panties for several minutes. Hazel then moved her hand back up just enough that she could go back down inside Sophia's panties.
Hazel gingerly rubbed all parts of Sophia's pussy. She started with the lips, moved to her taint, then on her way back north she teased the rim of her vaginal opening on her way to play with her clitoris.
She rubbed Sophia's clitoris while occasionally teasing her by putting just the tip of her finger inside. With her body quickly building up to an orgasm Sophia stopped kissing just long enough to say
"Take me Hazel!"
Hazel then pulled her hand out, got on top of Sophia, pulled her upright, then started grinding on her lap leaving Sophia hanging on the verge of orgasm. Hazel sat there, slowly grinding and kissing until she felt her bladder release. Sophia then started pushing Hazel onto her back while she got on top. They continued making out as Sophia returned the favor by peeing on Hazel then started putting her hand into Hazel's pants. Sophia made a couple quick strokes teasing her clitoris then stopped and said
"Lets go to the tent."
Hazel agreed then they both got up and moved to their tent. Hazel was first in and immediately started taking her shoes off. Afterwards she sat down waiting for Sophia to get inside and take her shoes off. As soon as Sophia finished and turned around to face Hazel they resumed making out. Sophia then said
"I want to taste your pussy."
Hazel smiled as she layed down. Sophia started to undress Hazel starting with her leggings. She then moved to her shirt and bra leaving Hazel laying there wearing only her wet purple panties. She then started pulling Hazel's wet panties down as Hazel lifted her hips then knees to assist. Sophia then took a moment to examine every part of Hazel's naked sexy body. Hazel took notice that Sophia's eyes kept being drawn to her pussy mound so she lifted her knees up then spread her legs to give Sophia an even better view.
"Wow Hazel! You are sexy as fuck! Remind me why we waited so long?"
"Thank you Soph!" Hazel said while blushing.
As Sophia started moving down towards Hazel's pussy, she closed her legs tight then said
"Not until you strip! I want to see your pussy again!" As Sophia started taking her clothes off, Hazel sat up and started kissing her belly. Once she was completely naked, she laid down then Hazel started moving down to Sophia's pussy.
Hazel started by gently kissing her pussy lips then gradually started working her tongue in between to reach her clitoris. Hazel then started sucking Sophia's clitoris like a lollipop. Once she felt Sophia's pussy get really wet, Hazel started alternating between putting her fingers and tongue inside Sophia. Hazel continued fingering and eating her out until Sophia's hips lifted, her back arched, and she let out a huge scream yelling "Oh my god! Hazel! Fuck!"
Hazel moved up to put her head on Sophia's shoulder as she was breathing heavily and sweating from her orgasm.
"Woah! That was amazing! I've never had an orgasm like that before. Your mouth is a miracle worker!" Hazel gave Sophia another kiss then put her head back on her shoulder. After a few minutes of Sophia catching her breath, she pushed Hazel onto her back then said it's your turn.
Hazel spread her legs open surrendering herself completely to Sophia's desires. Sophia started in pretty much the same way but then grabbed a dildo from her pack. As Sophia was sucking Hazel's clitoris, she gently pushed the dildo inside of Hazel then turned it on. Hazel was already so close to the edge that it only took about a minute until Hazel was saying
"Sophia! I'm going to cum quick!" A tingle started moving through her body, she could feel herself get warm, every muscle started to contract, sweat was forming on her skin followed by goosebumps, her breathing became heavier, and her voice was getting louder. With every breath she said
"I'm cumming."
"I'm cumming." Straining as she reached her climax she continued
"I'mmm cumming!" as she grasped the sleeping bag underneath, her back arched, and she screamed
"Aaahhhhh!!"
"Good girl Hazel." Sophia said as she moved up to kiss Hazel. Sophia then turned the dildo off and started to pull it out when Hazel stopped her saying
"No. Leave it in for a few minutes."
Both girls laid there cuddling and recuperating. Neither of them noticed that they had fallen asleep until Hazel woke up about an hour later. Sophia woke up soon after as she felt Hazel moving to pull the dildo out.
"You had that in the entire time?!"
"Yea. I fell asleep but sometimes I do leave it in."
"Hmm..." Sophia started getting dressed when she stopped to ask
"Do you just want to cuddle together in my sleeping bag tonight? It's plenty big."
"I'd like that." replied Hazel. She then continued on to say
"I'm going to go pee one last time before bed."
"Ok. I'll go too." Knowing that Sophia loved to hold Hazel told her
"No. You have to hold it." Sophia was shocked but also excited for the challenge. She agreed but then told Hazel
"If I have to hold it, then so do you." Hazel was kind of worried but agreed anyways. After they settled in, Hazel kissed Sophia goodnight as she secretly worried about her need to pee. |
Chapter 4
Uncharted
Waking up the next morning, Hazel was desperate to pee but she couldn't get up without waking Sophia up. She was actually surprised that she had made it through the night and didn't know how much longer she could hold it. As she laid there trying to distract herself, she watched Sophia sleep thinking to herself how lucky she is to have a friend like Sophia. Thinking about their night made her smile and forget about her need for a moment. Sophia started wiggling a little bit and wound up briefly pushing on Hazel's bladder. In a desperate attempt not to leak Hazel quickly pressed her hand on her pee hole hoping to prevent a flood. After a few minutes, the wave of desperation passed and she could relax again. Hazel went back to watching Sophia sleep. As she softly brushed Sophia's hair from her face, Hazel gave her a soft kiss on the forehead then cuddled her again. She was thinking this is heaven. Are we a couple now?
Hazel started to drift back to sleep when she felt Sophia roll over then suddenly move followed by a small wet spot. To her amazement Sophia was somehow still asleep. She started gently scratching Sophia's back causing Sophia to let out a soft moan of contentment. Sophia gradually started moving more and more until she rolled onto her belly then turned her head to Hazel and softly said
"Hi."
"Hi my beautiful." replied Hazel with a smile and a kiss. A few more minutes passed before the pressure on Sophia's bladder alerted her brain making her aware of her dire need to pee. Her eyes suddenly got really big as she gasped saying
"Oh my gosh. I need to pee. NOW!"
"You already did some."
"What?!" Sophia said in shock as she felt around. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry Hazel."
"It's ok. I like it too remember." said Hazel in a comforting voice.
"Oh...yea...wow! Last night felt like it was a dream."
Hazel smiled at her then said
"Yea it did." As Sophia sat up, Hazel put her hand on Sophia's bulging bladder and whispered in her ear
"Sit here for a minute."
"I can't. I'll pee!"
"Well you have to hold it." At this point Sophia was sitting with her knees up and together smashing her hand into her crotch.
"How long do I have to hold for?"
"Well we both held it all night so just a few minutes of me pushing on your bladder."
"What?!"
"Yea. I'll gently push on it for 30 seconds like this..." Hazel puts a moderate but not painful amount of pressure on Sophia's bladder "Then 10 seconds is added for every leak."
"How many 30 second pushes?"
"3 more with 10 seconds in between."
"I don't think I'll make it!" The first 30 seconds passed quickly and Sophia thought ok this isn't so bad. That was until she felt Hazel add pressure starting the next 30 seconds. Time suddenly felt like it had slowed to quarter speed. Sophia let out a shriek as she felt her body very quickly reaching it's point of giving up. To her relief just as her body was going to give in, she felt Hazel reduce the pressure. Ahh relief she thought but the 10 second break felt like it was gone in a nanosecond. As she felt Hazel increase pressure once more she cried out
"No please no! I'll pee everywhere! Please no." That didn't stop Hazel. About two seconds in, Sophia knew it was all over. Her body was seconds from giving up. She started tearing up and pleading with Hazel
"Please I'm begging you. Please st....oh no no no noooo!" Her body had given in and she felt her hot piss start to escape. She desperately tried for what felt like 5 minutes, in reality it was about 3 seconds, to stop her flow before she succeeded.
"You leaked! Thats another 10 seconds" Hazel said.
"No no no I'm sorry! Please don't!" Hazel smiled, kissed Sophia, then said
"Good girl! Your done." Shocked and confused by what she just heard, Sophia asked
"What?"
"Your done. I just wanted to make you leak more and you were a very good girl and did!" Still confused, Sophia just sat there until she heard Hazel say
"Come on. Let's go pee." They both got up then went outside to pee. As they both squatted facing eachother to pee their desperation was overpowering their nervousness of being naked outside in the daylight. They both watched eachothers pussy as they peed. Once done Hazel stood up and said
"Whew I thought I wasn't going to make it."
Back in the tent as they both got dressed, Hazel made the recommendation to wear their long sleeves in preparation for the rougher trail. Sophia then asked
"Where are we going to put our wet clothes?"
"We can put them on the outside of our packs so they will dry in the sun as we hike."
"But people see them and wonder why they are wet." With a slight laugh Hazel replied
"I doubt we will see anyone else until our way home." Slightly worried, Sophia agreed. With their dirty laundry issue sorted they started packing up their sleeping bags and mats then moved all of their gear outside. After packing, Sophia said
"Well that was unexpected and awesome."
"What was?"
"You forcing me to leak this morning."
"Oh you liked it? I saw you tear up so thought you hated it."
"No! I loved it! I was just going along with the act."
"Oh ok. I'm glad you liked it." Hazel then changed the subject and asked
"Do you mind cooking breakfast and making some coffee while I take down our tent?"
"Yea I can do that!"
"Thank you!" As Sophia boiled the water Hazel broke down the tent, packed it in the stuff sack, then organized their gear. Once done, she sat down next to Sophia then started going over their plan for the day with Sophia.
"So this is a pretty short hike to the lagoon so we should have tons of time to hang out there."
"Thats awesome! How long is it?"
"About 3 miles but its on that primitive trail I was telling you about yesterday. As long as the trail isn't too bad, I can't see it taking longer than about 4 hours."
"Lets hope its not bad." said Sophia as she leaned closer to Hazel to say
"I want to get you naked on the beach." Hazel started turning red asking
"Oh yea?"
After the girls finished their breakfast and drank their coffee, Hazel put out the fire while Sophia packed up their cooking kit. Hazel did one last check of the campsite, spread the ashes from the fire, then put her pack on and started towards the lagoon. She led this segment of their journey since the trail would quickly become less maintained. As they reached their turn-off, Hazel suggested to grab their hats because for the next 2 miles they would be on a very narrow footpath across a mostly dry lake bed created when a sink hole opened taking the lake with it. The narrow trail is surrounded with thick tall grass and is in direct sunlight for the entirety of the 2 miles. The first obstacle they came to was a large downed tree that once stood on the former shoreline. It took the girls about 5 minutes to pass this obstacle having to climb onto one branch in order to climb over the trunk then crawling under another branch. After the tree, the lake bed was relatively flat but the trail was nowhere near straight. Hazel, being from and living her whole life in Florida, didn't dare to cut corners as she knew that alligators and snakes were in the grass and water. Even with knowing that the chances of an attack with the cooler temps was unlikely, Hazel did not dare to drop her guard so she kept a very close eye for any movement or signs as they carefully moved along. Both girls continued talking while they walked even though they both were on high alert for predators.
The next obstacle was a stream about 20 feet wide.
"What do we do here?" asked Sophia.
"Well, it's too wide to jump so take our shoes and socks off, roll our pants up, and hope its not too deep. Atleast its clear so we can see the bottom." Nervously Sophia did what Hazel said then they Hazel crossed first. She moved slowly checking every step before putting weight on it and making sure not to step on anything sharp. The water depth was only to her mid shin until about three quarters of the way across when it started getting deeper. Hazel took her pack off and held it above her head incase she fell. Luckily she did as about 3 steps later she fell about chest deep into an old fish bed. Sophia gasped as Hazel fell asking in concern
"Are you ok?"
"Yea I'm fine. Just watch out for that hole." Hazel was trying to wring out as much water from her clothes as possible as Sophia crossed. Thankfully her crossing was uneventful. As they both put their shoes back on Sophia asked
"Are you sure your ok?"
"Yea just kind of cold now."
"Why don't you change? No one is around."
"We can't sit here too long. This is a water source for animals so there could be gators waiting. I'll be ok with the sun on us."
"Ok..."
Down the trail about 15 minutes later Sophia asked
"How you doing Hazel?"
"Well I'm not cold anymore but my clothes are still pretty wet...Oh and I really have to pee now."
"Just go! Your already wet."
"I know...it's tempting but I'm trying to let my clothes dry and I'm not about to get bit by a snake squatting to pee in this grass."
"Oh. Ok." Sophia was secretly enjoying her friends needs.
"Do you want me to control your bladder?" Hesitantly Hazel answered
"Umm...sure. That could be fun."
"Ok drink a quarter of your water bottle now." Being a good girl, Hazel grabbed her water bottle and started drinking. She was nervous about what Sophia had in mind as she knew there would be pay back for this morning.
"How do you feel now?"
"Umm...I'd say probably 7 or 8 out of 10."
"Hmm..." As they continued walking Sophia thought of more challenges to give Hazel. Around 10 minutes later, they were nearing the other side of the lake bed. Sophia said
"Drink another quarter." Hazel obeyed and followed her orders. Once off the lake bed they both agreed to take a break for a few minutes. Sophia asked
"How much further is it from here?"
"Not far at all. Maybe 30 minutes. Why?"
"Oh I was just wondering." Hazel knew that Sophia was cooking something up so she asked
"So what are my challenges? How long are you going to make me hold?"
"Well that depends. How wet are your clothes?"
"They are still kind of damp." Sophia thought for a moment about what she wanted Hazel to do.
"Drink the rest of your water bottle then take your leggings and panties off."
"Here?!" exclaimed Hazel.
"Yea. After you finish your water, if you can squat down like your peeing for 2 minutes then walk for 15 minutes without leaking at all then I will give you A pair of leggings to put on."
"What if I do leak?"
"Then you will have to fully strip and stay completely naked until dinner."
"What if I don't want to do that?" Sophia paused for a moment to think.
"Well...if you don't follow directions then you will have to wear the diapers I brought for the rest of our trip and you will be allowed to pee ONLY in the diaper." Hazel finished her water then pulled her leggings and panties down. In a very sexy and seductive way she lifted one foot out at a time then handed them to Sophia. Sophia pulled Hazel's warm damp panties straight to her nose taking a deep breath in then sighing
"Ahhh so sweet. Its like a beautiful flower." As Hazel squatted like she was about to pee, her body got excited making it extremely difficult to hold. The 2 minutes passed then they started walking. Wanting to pee so badly, Hazel contemplated stripping the rest of the way just so she could get some relief. With her hand pressed against her pussy she squeezed her thighs tightly together trying to prevent leaks.
"How bad do you have to go now?" asked Sophia.
"Bad! I'm definitely at 9 or even 10 out of 10!"
"Well you only have 3 more minutes then your 15 minutes are up."
"Yea, what then? More water?"
"Don't be silly." Sophia said with a joking laugh. Hazel continued waddling and grabbing her pussy hoping Sophia would give her relief.
"Time!" called Sophia.
"Great what now?"
"Squat like your going to pee again." Hazel complied but still had her hand pressed between her perfectly bare quivering lips.
"Now what?"
"Move your hand."
"I'll pee!"
"I'm confident you can hold it it." Once again Hazel did what she was told to.
"How long do I have to sit here?" Hazel cried out looking at the ground. She heard some noise and looked up. She was shocked to see Sophia pulling her panties down as she squatted then said
"Watch me pee then you can go for 10 seconds." Hazel watched in agony as a thick forceful stream of hot clear pee shot out from Sophia's labia. It seemed to go on forever. Mesmerized, desperate, and now horny, Hazel watched as the last little bit dribbled out flowing down her pussy towards her butt as Sophia stood up. Hazel forgetting about her need for a moment said
"Come here so I can kiss your mound." Sophia went over to Hazel, leggings and panties around her ankles. Hazel then grabbed Sophia's heart shaped ass and gently made out with her bald mound for a few seconds ending with a lick up across her pussy lips sending chills all over Sophia's body.
"You can pee for 15 seconds then stop." Barely finishing her sentence Sophia heard a loud hiss from under Hazel then started counting.
"1 one thousand 2 one thousand 3 one thousand..."
"Stop! Thats 15 seconds. Stand up." It took Hazel about another 2 seconds to stop her flow. Giving her a minute for the pain of stopping mid flow to subside Sophia then asked
"Better?"
"I guess."
"Great! Lets go." |
Chapter 5
Manatee Lagoon
After arriving at the lagoon and choosing a spot to set up camp, Hazel asked
"Can I pee now?"
"In a bit." replied Sophia.
"Uggg...what if I completely strip? Then can I go?"
"Sure...after we eat." Fustrated and desperate Hazel said
"Fine! But if your going to make me wait then you have to get completely naked too!"
"Ok." Sophia said as she started taking her shirt off. Once she had her shirt and bra off, Sophia walked over to Hazel and told her
"If you want me naked then you have to take my bottom half off." Hazel started by untying Sophia's shoes as she looked up her flat belly to her breasts. Once she had Sophia's shoes off, Hazel started at her ankles rubbing her hands up over the soft fabric stretched tightly across Sophia's sexy legs up to her waistband. Slipping her fingers into the waistband, Hazel started slowly pulling Sophia's leggings down collecting her panties on the way. Once she pulled them to about Sophia's mid thigh Hazel stopped as she was once again face to face with Sophia's private region. Sophia looked down at Hazel to see why she stopped and found Hazel was lost staring at her. Hazel was mesmerized taking in how Sophia's buttery soft flawless skin folded and curved to form her gorgeous pussy and sexy wide hips.
"Hazel. Hazel. Yoo hoo Hazel!" Surprised again in the same way as the day before when Sophia caught her staring at her ass, Hazel looked up fumbling for words
"Y...yea. Sorry." her eyes started moving back down again "Your just so sexy I can't help it."
"Are you talking to me or to her?" asked Sophia with a chuckle.
"Oh umm...both...you." Sophia then pulled her pants the rest of the way off and told Hazel to stand up. Sophia cradled Hazel's face in her hands and said
"You are sexy too Hazel." Hazel blushed then said
"Thanks."
"I really mean that! I've always thought you were sexy. I've actually wanted this...us...for a long time...I was just always afraid to ask you out. I don't get naked in front of many people but with you it's different...I actually want to be naked when I'm around you." Sophia then gave Hazel a kiss on the forehead making her turn bright red. Hazel wrapped her arms around Sophia and never wanted to let go.
Manatee Lagoon is a postcard perfect tropical paradise with plam trees everywhere, beautiful white sandy beaches, gorgeous ocean views through the palms, and greenish blue tinged crystal clear water. As they waded in, the chill of the water hitting Hazel's private region made every muscle in her body contract sending her urge to pee into the stratosphere. Hazel, not wanting to disappoint Sophia, did everything she could to not leak as she begged Sophia
"Please let me pee. Please! I'll do anything! Just please let me pee! I'm literally about to burst!"
"Sure, but I want to feel it." Hazel quickly moved closer to Sophia, wrapped her legs tightly around her pressing her pussy tight against Sophia's hip. It only took a couple of seconds for Sophia to feel the chill of the water dissipate as it was being replaced by a warm blanket growing between the two of them eventually warming the water around them for a few moments. A sigh of relief came from Hazel as her bladder finally found relief.
"How was that?" Hazel asked.
"Wonderful! And the warmth was perfect in this cold water!"
"Yea I think both of our nipples could cut glass right now."
It didn't take much longer for both girls to acclimate to the water. Hazel explored a little as Sophia hung out in roughly the same spot eventually moving to lay in the surf line. From her desperation, Hazel was very horny when she saw Sophia sunning as the gentle waves lapped the cool water onto nude body just enough to keep it glistening like a diamond in the sunlight. Hazel started slowly swimming towards Sophia careful not to make a sound. Once in shallow enough water she started crawling with the utmost stealth planning to surprise Sophia with a kiss. Her plan to surprise Sophia worked but not in the way she expected. Right as she was about to surprise Sophia, a bigger wave came up that splashed some water on Sophia's face. Surprised by the cool water on her face, Sophia lifted her head and opened her eyes. With her eyes trying to adjust to the bright light, she was startled when she heard Hazel say
"Hey beautiful." Sophia let out a loud shriek and lifted her hand up as a natural reaction to being startled. She then used her raised hand to block the sun to look at Hazel as she said
"Woah! Hey...you scared me. I thought you were still swimming over near the rocks."
"Sorry." Hazel replied. With her nerves calming back down, Sophia asked
"What are you doing?"
"I saw you sunning and well its you...naked...and wet. I had to come over to you." Sophia was just about to say something else when Hazel started kissing her. Sophia opened her legs and lifted her knees while giving Hazel a little push from the side signaling her to get on top of her. Hazel moved on top of Sophia as she felt Sophia's arms wrap around her. When Hazel's hair fell into Sophia's face, Sophia lifted her hips making Hazel start slowly moving up and down as they both softly moaned and kissed.
After their needs were met in the surf, both girls got up and moved to the shade where they were planning to set up camp. After cooling off for a few minutes Hazel said
"I'm going to get dressed then go find us some firewood." As they both got dressed, Hazel asked
"Once I get back do you want to help me set up camp?"
"Of course! Do you want help with the firewood?"
"No thanks. I'm good. You just relax and enjoy."
"Are you sure? I feel bad."
"Yes. I want you to relax." Reluctantly Sophia agreed saying
"Ok. Be safe." Apart from eachothers company, both girls reflected on everything that has happened the last day and a half. As Sophia laid back resting her head on her pack and got comfortable, she started feeling the urge to pee. Still being horny even after climaxing on the beach, combined with not wanting to get up, proved to be the perfect recipe for dirty thoughts to come to mind. Several minutes had passed as she thought about what she wanted to do. Finally deciding that she wanted to wet herself, she sat up with her sexy long legs pressed together and straight out infront of her. She then layed back supporting her upper body with her arms behind her as she relaxed letting her body take control. Nothing happened for the first few minutes so she decided to give her body a little help. With just the slightest, almost undetectable, amount of added pressure, she started feeling the bliss of her hot pee trickling through her leggings. The feeling made her relax more falling back onto her pack. Dispite the fact that not having panties on allowed the majority of her flow to directly escape her leggings, she could still feel a little bit of her warm pee trickling down over her taint and between her butt cheeks. It wasn't a long pee by any means but it did feel great. It wasn't much longer until she heard Hazel returning.
As Hazel set down the firewood she had collected, she said
"Hey you. What did you do while I was gone?" Sophia just smiled. Hazel was a little bit confused and asked
"What?"
"I was naughty." Sophia replied with a flirty smile. "Want to come see?"
"Yes!" Hazel said as she walked toward Sophia. As Hazel bent over her, Sophia reached up grabbing Hazel's hand then pulling it down between her legs showing off her wet spot. Once Hazel felt that Sophia had wet herself, she started rubbing her gently over her leggings. Hazel then whispered in Sophia's ear
"You've been a naughty girl." Sophia blushed some then said
"Yea I do it for you." Hazel gave one final higher pressured down and up stroke over Sophia's pee soaked pussy then kissed her on top of the head saying
"You have to stay in those leggings now." Obviously pretending to be distressed by the news, Sophia said
"Ok."
After taking about 2 hours to set up camp, both girls decided that they wanted to lay out in the sun to get one last tan before winter then swim afterwards to cool off. Manatee Lagoon is very isolated so neither of them felt nervous to strip naked again. As they sat in the shade preparing to lay out in the sun, they each took their time rubbing the sun tan lotion on eachother making sure to thoroughly cover every inch. Not because they were worried about burning but because they enjoyed carefully examining and touching every single pore of the other's skin. |
Chapter 6
Unexpected Events
Laying on the beach completely nude, the sun was reflecting off both girls bodies revealing every single sexy curve. Hazel was starting to feel hot and asked Sophia if she was ready to swim. Sophia, feeling hot herself, agreed but once in the water neither of them wanted to swim for long. The water felt considerably cooler now. After swimming for a bit Hazel suggested
"Hey, before we get out why don't we just go ahead and bathe?"
"Yea good idea. It's cold and I'd rather not have to get back in." Hazel ran up to her pack to grab the soap she had brought with her. Once Hazel returned Sophia asked
"Do you want me to bathe you?"
"Sure!" Sophia smiled and immediately started rubbing the soap all over Hazel's body. As the suds built up Hazel moaned in contentment from the feel of Sophia's hands as she lathered up her body. Hazel was torn, it felt so good that she didn't want Sophia to ever stop but she also couldn't wait to get her hands back on Sophia's body. Once it was Sophia's turn to be bathed, Hazel definitely took her time. She got behind Sophia reaching under her arms to reach her front. Hazel moved top to bottom giving Sophia a massage as she went along. Hazel started with Sophia's hair then moved to under Sophia's chin and neck then on to her shoulders down each arm giving her a hand massage as she went. Next was Sophia's breasts. From this point down until Hazel reached her lower abdomen, Sophia completely relaxed laying her head back on Hazel's shoulder. As Hazel worked the soap into her skin she cradled Sophia's boobs, teased her nipples, and gave her tits a deep tissue rub. A lot of time was spent on Sophia's chest. Next was her flat stomach and wide hips. As she continued moving down, Hazel felt her hand go over a speed bump that was Sophia's bladder. At this point Hazel got down on her knees and had Sophia turn around. Hazel's soapy hand glided over Sophia's sexy bulging bladder on its way to her pussy mound. Once there Hazel really slowed down taking her time in this region, carefully ensuring that she got every bit, examining her in the process. Sophia didn't care how long it took, it just felt great to have someone down there.
After rinsing, they both got out of the water, dried off, and got dressed. Hazel then asked
"Do you want me to teach you how to start a fire?"
"Yea."
"Ok, well lets get started so we can have a good fire going before it gets dark." Hazel kindly taught Sophia the basics helping her when needed. Sophia caught on very quickly and in no time she had a nice warm relaxing fire burning. Sophia boiled water for dinner and tea while Hazel distilled the water she had collected earlier from the lagoon.
"What is that?" Sophia asked.
"It's my desalination still I made so I can get drinking water from saltwater."
"You made that?!"
"Yea."
"Thats cool!"
"Thanks!" As they waited for the water to boil, Sophia asked
"What is dinner tonight?"
"Umm I'm thinking I'll have the spaghetti. What about you?"
"I'm having you." Sophia said with a sexy smile. Now blushing Hazel replied
"That's desert." Sophia chuckled lightly then asked
"What are my options?" Rummaging through the bag Hazel listed off all the meals they had left
"Mac and cheese with beef. Chicken fried rice. Another spaghetti. Chicken and mashed potatoes. Homest..." Sophia stopped her there saying
"The chicken and mashed potatoes sounds good. I'll take that." Hazel opened both of their food packets in preparation to add the hot water.
After eating and tending to the fire, Hazel laid down with Sophia joining soon after. They laid next to eachother near the fire for a bit without saying a word. Just relaxing while listening to the sounds of nature, the crackling of the fire, and the rhythmic rush of the waves breaking in the distance. Sophia was just starting to drift off into sleep when she caught herself. She then reluctantly got up and told Hazel
"I'm going to the tent before I fall asleep out here." Hazel got up with Sophia following her to the tent. As they both go undressed Hazel asked
"Do you still want to share the sleeping bag?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" Hazel was the first one to completely undress so she was quick to get into the sleeping bag so she didn't get cold. As Sophia slid her sexy body into the sleeping bag, Hazel started feeling very horny. She asked
"Do you want me to spoon you?"
"Yea I'm cold now." Hazel moved her hand over Sophia's waist acting like she was just going to hug her from behind. But as her hand reached Sophia's belly, it started moving south. Sophia, despite being very tired, wasn't completely opposed to Hazel rubbing her pussy. For the first few minutes she didn't react at all before finally opening her legs just enough to let Hazel's fingers gain access to her vaginal opening. Hazel whispered in her ear
"You are so wet and juicy." With that Hazel inserted 2 fingers inside Sophia then removed her hand bringing it to her mouth. Sophia rolled onto her back as she watched Hazel's wet fingers travel to her mouth. Hazel let out a soft moan as she sucked Sophia's juices off her fingers. Once done she looked at Sophia, who was biting her lip as she watched, then let Sophia lick the last little bit off. Sophia moaned pushing Hazel's hand back towards her pussy then started making out with Hazel. Hazel did a few more rub and licks along with mixing in some clitoris action. By this point Sophia knees were up and spread and Hazel was fully cupping her pussy. She was fingering Sophia with 2 fingers while stroking her clitoris with the heal of her palm. Suddenly, right as things were starting to get really intense and passionate, a loud crack of thunder struck out of nowhere making them both jump and Sophia pee a little in Hazel's hand.
"Where did that come from?!" shouted Sophia.
"I'm not sure." said Hazel as she sat up to grab her phone from her pack.
"What are you doing?"
"Checking the weather."
"Didn't the forecast say it was sunny all weekend?"
"Yea. It must have chan....oh shit!" Hearing that, Sophia sat up worried asking
"What is it? Is it bad?" Hazel lifted her phone up so Sophia could see it.
"Is that...?"
"Yea. That tropical storm that was supposed to hit Texas. It's now a category 1 hurricane and unexpectedly turned east and now is coming straight towards Florida."
"How far away is it? Where is it supposed to hit?"
"It looks like it will hit near Tampa tomorrow but one of the outer bands will be here soon." Hazel tried to keep Sophia calm as she formulated a plan and tried to hide her nervousness from her.
"How bad is it going to be?"
"It looks like its just rain and maybe some wind. We should be far enough away that it will just be like any other typical Florida thunderstorm. Hopefully by morning it will be gone. Now I'm glad that we were going home tomorrow anyways." Clearly nervous Sophia asked
"What if we start hiking now?"
"Our best option is to stay here. It's dangerous to hike at night even on a clear night."
"Are you sure?"
"Yea. We're ok. I wouldn't put you into danger." Comforted some by Hazel's promise but still nervous, Sophia said
"Ook."
They both had a hard time trying to fall asleep. Sophia felt safe in Hazel's arms but it didn't help her sleep. Hazel was going through scenarios in her head asking herself what if this or that happens as she was trying to make a plan to get back home. After a bit, she knew that Sophia wasn't asleep so as a distraction, Hazel said
"This rain is making me have to pee."
"Me too! But I don't want to go out there."
"Well...what should we do?"
"I'm going to hold it."
Around an hour later, both girls still awake with Hazel still cuddling Sophia, Sophia once again rolled onto her back but this time with frustration saying
"I can't hold it. Not with this rain."
"Ok. So what do you suggest?" Sophia thought for a moment then suddenly started getting a look in her eyes. Hazel could see that her plan had finally worked, Sophia was no longer worried about the storm. Looking into Sophia's eyes Hazel asked
"What is it? I can see your dirty little mind has an idea." Pausing for a moment to think over her idea, Sophia eventually asked
"Is your sleeping bag big enough for both of us?"
"We could probably both fit in it but not comfortably. Why?"
"I kind of want to put our panties on then both get back into a sleeping bag then pee together. Then maybe sleep together in the wet bag and tomorrow as we hike...we wear eachothers wet panties."
"What does that have to do with my bag?" Hazel asked playfully.
"Nothing. I was just trying to decide what bag to pee in so we don't have to sleep in a wet bag for the rest of the trip."
"I don't mind."
"You don't mind what?"
"Sleeping in a wet bag every night." Even in darkness, Hazel could feel that she was blushing by her face suddenly warming up. "Can I tell you something?"
"Of course."
"The idea of sleeping in a puddle of our pee is very hot to me. I even pee my bed sometimes. On purpose! Thats why I always keep my bedroom door closed so people can't see it."
"I do too." Hearing that made Hazel feel less embarrassed so she felt Sophia's face so she could kiss her. Sophia reached to turn on the lantern so they could find their panties. After putting them on, Hazel said
"Get on top so I can feel your pee better." Sophia gladly agreed then straddled Hazel's hips sitting pussy to pussy the asked
"Ready?"
"Yea." After a few moments Hazel started hearing a loud hiss immediately followed by a very hot wet feeling. As Hazel sucked in her belly allowing Sophia's hot pee to flow over her belly, she reached up to rub it all over her belly and chest. Hazel moaned as she felt Sophia's pee flow down her sides, between her legs, and pooling under her butt. Sophia completely relaxed letting her body take over. Her pee lasted just over a minute. Once she was done, she got off Hazel then said your turn. Hazel straddled Sophia in the same way returning the favor. Hazel's stream wasn't as intense or as long as Sophia's was but that didn't matter. Once Hazel finished peeing, they were both very horny and finished what they had started earlier then cuddled down. Calming down after their wild and wet lesbian sex, Hazel said
"Anytime you have to pee tonight, just go." With a smile and a chuckle Sophia said
"You too." followed by a long passionate kiss ending with.
"I love you." Surprised by hearing Sophia say that, but feeling the same way, Hazel gladly said
"I love you too Sophia." Hazel once again cuddled up behind Sophia then put her hand inside Sophia's soaked panties cupping her pussy as they slept. |
"2:45" Layla thought to herself. "5 minutes later than when I check 5 minutes ago."
These afternoon shifts always seemed to drag on, especially during the summer. She would much rather be spending her late 20s out on the beach, showing off her slender form and long brown hair to all the local boys, but alas, she had rent to pay.
There was plenty Layla liked about being a librarian, but these really slow days always made her wish she'd chosen a different career. She loved books, and she loved talking to people about them, but these days she would be lucky to see 5 customers in a day, and of course, they always worked solo during the summer, so she didn't even have a coworker to pass the time with today. Not that she muched like her coworkers anyway...
A small pang in her bladder reminded Layla about the other way she had found to make the time pass. For as long as she could remember, Layla always liked holding her pee. Something about the physical sensations, and the risk of not using the bathroom when she knew she should always made her feel naughty. That naughty feeling always led to naughty thoughts, which made time fly by.
Since she began her job at the library, however, she had been indulging in her little habit more regularly. She couldn't see the harm in it, and aside from a couple of close calls, she had never had any issues getting to the toilet when it became a real emergency.
Another small twinge in her bladder brought Layla to attention, just as a kindly looking older gentleman walked through the front door. Layla recognized him from around town, but this was the first time she had seen him here.
"Good afternoon, miss" the man spoke, and tipped his hat to her. "I was hoping you could point me towards the biographies."
"Of course, sir." Layla said with a smile. "Any particular biography you're looking for?"
"Anything good on Chruchill?" The man asked, and as Layla led him over to the historical non-fiction, they began to chat about the man's interest in history, specifically military history. Layla was honestly glad for the company at first, but the old man clearly didn't get out much, and relished this opportunity for conversation. It was another hour before Layla was able to check out his book and send him on his way.
Layla looked at the clock, "3:45" she noted. "Almost closing time." Layla went about her normal closing routine, wiping down tables and resolving books, all the while enjoying the growing pressure in her bladder. She had just finished locking up when the silence was cut through by the shrill ringing of the Front desk phone.
"Hello?" Layla answered, slightly annoyed that her departure was being delayed.
"Hey Layla, how was the shift?" Came the voice from the other end. Layla recognized it as her boss, Patricia.
"The shift was alright, pretty slow," She said impatiently. "Whats up?"
"Just calling to see if you had any issues with the inventory check" Patricia continued. "I know it can be a lot for one person to handle."
"Fuck!" Layla thought to herself. She had completely forgotten to do the check. It was going to to take at least another hour to get that done, but if she didn't, she would have to admit to Patricia that she had forgotten, and she hated doing that. Patricia, having recently graduated college, was given the permission of head librarian. This irked Layla to know end, as she hated having a boss who was younger than her, even if it was just a few years.
"Umm... yep, no problem there. Everything accounted for," Layla lied.
"Glad to hear it," Patricia responded, "have a good evening." Patricia hung up, leaving Layla listening to a dial tone, and kicking herself for being so forgetful. She decided to just get it over with and check the inventory as quickly as possible.
As she quickly turned away from the door and headed back to the front desk, her bladder once again made itself known. Not only that, but the extra time had also caused a stirring in her bowels that she knew would need to be addressed before too long. "Just my luck" she thought to herself as she began counting books.
An hour or so passed, and Layla was still not close to being finished with her check. The books seemed to have been placed quite carelessly onto the shelves the last time they were counted. Add to the the growing urgency of her bathroom needs, and this inventory seemed to be dragging on endlessly.
"Guess this isn't gonna be as smooth as I'd hoped," she though to herself, "better go use the toilet before I move to the next row."
She began to make her way across the room to the one unisex bathroom the library had, each step making her more and more eager to relieve herself. She made it to the door, and grabbed the handle when her heart sank. The know wouldn't turn. She tried it a bit harder, jiggling it up and down, but it wouldn't budge.
"Oh duh" she remembered, "I locked it after I cleaned up for the night." Layla made her way back across the room, stopping briefly to press her hands between her legs, and readjust her panties. "I don't think I've ever had to go this bad before." She mused, uncomfortable but unquestionably aroused by the thought. Now was not the time for that, though. She had to finish inventory, and to do that, she had to relieve the pressure on her bladder. The opened to cash register to grab the libraries keys, and to her horror, they were nowhere to be found.
"What the hell!" She yelled aloud, startling herself with her own voice cutting through the silence of the library. Her bladder spasmed at the noises, and she felt just a few drops escape into her teal cotton panties. "Shitshitshitshi--" she exclaimed, slamming her hands into her crotch to stop the leak. She managed to stop it after a few more drops, before any wetness appeared on her light blue jeans. Her panties, however, were unmistakably damp.
This was a real emergency now, and with the keys nowhere to be found, she was getting progressively more concerned.
"Okay, Layla, now think." She said to herself, " where was the last place you remember seeing the keys." She began to mentally retrace her steps, going through the entire process of closing in reverse. This plan was interuppted, however, by another spurt, much bigger this time. She has peed for a solid second before she could regain control, and there was now an obvious, quarter sized wet spot on her jeans.
She began to panic even further, as the effort she expended to stop the flood took her mind off her bowels, and she felt the beginnings of a bowel movement making its way out before was quickly stopped that too with a clench.
This had long since ceased to be fun for Layla, as the idea of wetting herself, let alone pooping herself, at work was absolutely humiliating to her. She HAD to find those keys. She began frantically searching the ground around the desk for the keys, assuming she had dropped them without noticing at some point. All the while more and more leaks were making their way out of her bladder, and she now had a softball sized wet patch, on the front of her pants. She was losing the battle, and soon it wouldn't be up to her if she was peeing her pants or not.
In a last desperate effort, she threw the contents of her purse out on the desk, assuming she had accidently put the keys in her purse on her way out. As soon as she saw that this wasn't the case, she knew the battle was over, and she had lost. Through her clenched fingers, she began peeing herself fully, first in long spurts, until it eventually became a stream of piss running through her fingers, down her legs, and onto the carpet, completely soaking her pants. Her face was bright red, hot with embarrassment as she had a full blown accident, feeling like a little girl who couldn't make it to the potty. She sat there in disbelief, completely shocked until her bowels reminded her that she was far from finished.
"No way!" She thought to herself, "Pissing my pants is one thing, but there is no way I'm doing THAT!" Looking down and inspecting the damage, she saw a telltale glimmer coming from under the bottom drawer of the desk. "THE KEYS!" She said excitedly, relieved that her ordeal was nearly over. That relief was short lived, however, when another cramp made her bend over and grab her ass in a last ditch effort to hold it together. She tried to bend down and grab the keys, but she was completely stuck. If she moved an inch, she knew would completely poop herself.
Tears welled in her eyes as the realization hit her, and almost instinctually, she squatted down like a toddler, and completely gave up. A rush of thick, solid poo made its way into her panties, pushing them out until making contact with her jeans, then spreading out until she had a bulge about the size of an apple at her rear, staining the surrounding denim brown. She released her bladder completely again as well, trickling out a bit more pee and spreading the brown stains down the back of her thighs slightly. She was sure there was no way she could be any more humiliated than she already was, until she looked up just in time to see Patricia come through the front door. This was going to be a million times worse than admitting she forgot to do inventory... |
This story was inspired by the thread about who goes to the bathroom more often or who can hold longer, men or women (https://www.omorashi.org/topic/78082-who-can-hold-their-pee-longer-males-or-females/). This is a topic that comes up on all these boards like that pretty often but in the latest iteration of this question somebody brought up an interesting study that showed that it seemed men had a significant advantage of going to the bathroom, as women were indicating their first urge to go to the bathroom about 25% sooner than the men when all other factors were taken into consideration. All of that made me think frustratingly once again that the evidence seems to suggest that men can hold it longer and that women have to go more but paradoxically have to wait longer. And I thought that a study like that would have been interesting to see conducted, and I thought hey, that would make the perfect desperation story, and here we go!
Also available in my blog https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/10062.html
The Desperate Bladder Study
Chris and Jill arrived at the study center where they would be conducting research on the differences between men and women in regards to bladder capacity and desperation.
"Greetings everybody who has come here for the study today," Phil the instructor said. "This study is going to determine if there is a significant difference between men and women in regards to bladder urgency, need to urinate and overall bladder capacity. As instructed we asked you all to drink nothing for four hours before this study and to go to the bathroom right before the study began so that we know that you are all having the same intake of liquid at the same rate. This study will last several hours where we observe how long it takes you to first feel the urge to urinate and how fast the urgency grows. Now everybody take out your sports drinks and begin drinking them down now."
Everybody opened their sports drinks and began drinking until they had finished.
"Good, now this study will be simple as all you have to do is wait until you feel the urge to go to the bathroom and record how rapidly that urge increases," Phil said.
"Well this is going to be an easy $75," Chris said as he finished drinking his sports drink.
"I can't believe that they actually made a study that is conducted to see how fast people need to urinate," Jill said.
"I know, because it is so obvious that men can hold it longer," Chris said with a smile.
"Wait a minute, women are always stuck holding it all the time," Jill said shaking her head.
"Of course, because women always have to go to the bathroom, you go to the bathroom more than anyone I have seen."
"Sure when one is available, but often women have to wait a really long time before a bathroom becomes available, where that is almost never the case for guys."
"Well this study isn't about who can hold the longest necessarily, it's who has to go the quickest and how fast the urge builds up."
"Well anyway I'm sure it will be a really easy study, I mean all we have to do is sit here and wait until we need to go to the bathroom."
As the study began nobody had to go to the bathroom at first, since everybody had abstained from liquids for several hours before the study and went to the bathroom right before the study began to make sure that everybody was starting at the same point.
There wasn't all that much to do aside from look at magazines and chat amongst themselves. There were at least 20 men and 20 women involved in the study and the recreational room didn't really have all that much to keep them distracted.
"It looks like they tried to eliminate all kinds of stimulation so that they wouldn't influence the study," Jill said looking around at how empty and boring the room was.
"Why, do you think that they put all sorts of images of the ocean that that would somehow influence the study," Chris said with a laugh.
"Ha ha very funny," Jill said rolling her eyes. "But I do think that partially desperation is psychological really. It takes a lot of concentration to be able to hold it in and to ignore a full bladder."
"Yeah but the whole idea of the study isn't to ignore a full bladder, it's to report on when the bladder starts feeling full, which shouldn't be for a while now."
"Remember everybody, as soon as you realize that you have an urge to urinate I want you to record it in your logbook," Phil said.
As the study continued and reached the point of about an hour that was when Jill started noticing several of the women began making recordings in their logbooks, and that's when Jill started recording her own need to urinate as well. She looked across from her at Chris and she could see that Chris hadn't written anything in his logbook yet. In fact as she looked at the men it didn't seem like many of them had recorded a need to urinate yet.
Jill started to wonder how badly the other men and women in the study had to go to the bathroom, as nobody looked like they were frantic yet. But then it was only an hour into the study, so most people were just starting to first feel the urge.
Jill could see that Chris was looking at her as she wrote down and recorded her need to urinate in her log, and he seemed to be smirking as if he expected it. She was wondering why he was smirking so much, and it was probably that he was getting cocky and thinking that it was predictable that she already recorded something in her log.
"Already wrote something down huh," Chris said smiling.
"Just recording the first urge, don't get excited, first urge doesn't mean I'm about to explode or anything," Jill said rolling her eyes. "Although I noticed you didn't write anything in your logbook yet."
"Well of course not, there's nothing to record, I have a good bladder," Chris laughed.
Jill had to admit she was getting rather frustrated that none of the guys seemed to have written anything in their logbooks yet. Another 15 minutes passed before any of the guys started recording anything in their logbook and then only a few of them. Over the next 15 minutes after that however several of the guys began recording in their books about an urge to urinate, even Chris did, but he seemed like he was trying to do it clandestinely so she wouldn't see, but Jill saw him recording it nonetheless.
"Finally wrote something down did you," Jill said smirking.
"Just recording my first urge, not desperate, nothing exciting yet, don't get excited, it doesn't mean I'm about to explode or anything," Chris said mimicking Jill from earlier in a way that made her think that he was mocking her.
Over the next 15 minutes Jill noticed that most of the other women started recording more in their logbooks including her indicating that the urge had moved up a level.
"Well I suspect by now everybody has already recorded their first urge to urinate," Phil said. "But we have a long way to go until the study is finished, so everybody hold on." Phil smiled and seemed to be enjoying himself. "Now it is time for us to drink our next round of fluid."
"More fluid," Jill said and she could see that several of the other women in the audience were looking nervous and uncomfortable at the prospect.
"What's the matter Jill, feeling a major urge already," Chris said as everyone began drinking the next round of liquids.
"I just thought that we would only be drinking liquid once at the beginning of the study," Jill said shaking her head as she drank her drink.
"We wanted to conduct a study where people would be drinking regularly and continuously at staged intervals," Phil said. "Our last study we only used one drink at the beginning but we felt that the study would yield better data if people drank regularly throughout it, all at the same rate of course."
"Hey Phil what did the previous study indicate," Chris said suddenly interested as everybody's ears started perking up.
"Actually it was very interesting in that we found that when you account for size and weight and height and age and all the other factors that it seemed like men had a significant advantage in terms of holding it, where it took less liquid to make the women need to go to the bathroom sooner than the men did," Phil said.
"That's interesting isn't it Jill," Chris said once again smirking in an evil and sinister way.
Jill rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, but as she looked at several of the people in the study she could see that the men all looked like they were sitting comfortably, but as she looked at the faces of the women she could see that a lot of them were looking impatient.
Jill didn't want to let Chris get to her but she couldn't help but feel annoyed, as it seemed like the study was demanding more of the women than it was of the men.
"Hey you can't argue with biological facts," Chris said. "Women always seem like they need to go to the bathroom, and I think that the data basically supports that."
Jill simply rolled her eyes as she didn't want to make it seem like she was getting agitated, however as they approached the two hour mark Jill was noticing that several of the women looked as though they were subtly crossing their legs, and all of them seemed to be writing down things pretty quickly in their logbooks. Jill had to admit she was doing the same, and every time that Chris looked up at her and saw her recording something in her logbook she tried to cease making eye contact with him, but she could tell that he seemed to be enjoying it.
As they approached the 2 1/2 hour mark some of the men started writing in their books a little bit more frequently, but she could see that there was a noticeable contrast in that the women seemed to be writing things down at an almost frantic pace. Jill figured it was because they were feeling frantic for another reason.
"Excuse me, but how much longer is this study going to last," a woman said as she raised her hand.
Phil looked at his watch and shook his head. "Well the other study lasted about four hours, so I guess that's how long we will go with this one."
"Four hours," the woman said as she slumped down in her seat and Jill could see that several of the other women were moaning, but she could see that across the room the men seemed to be smiling and smirking at the women's predicament.
"It looks like some women can't hold their liquids," one of the men across the room said as several of the men laughed along with him as the women simply rolled their eyes and looked annoyed.
By the time they reached hour three Jill could see that the majority of the women were writing things in their logbooks rather rapidly, and a few of them were shaking their legs, but almost all of them were sitting with their legs crossed.
"Excuse me but how much longer is this study going to go, I'm starting to feel really frantic right now," another woman said as she stood up with her legs pressed tightly together.
Phil looked at his watch. "Don't worry, the study will be over in just another hour. Remember if you want to get paid you have to complete the study."
"Easiest $75 ever made isn't it Jill," Chris said as he began laughing. He had not written in his logbook in a little while, and Jill was wondering if he was being honest in the study or whether he was trying to save face.
At any rate Jill could not deny that at this point she was very clearly desperate. She was crossing her legs tightly and couldn't think about anything other than the fact that she had to go to the bathroom. She felt that women should band together in solidarity, but as she looked at the other women she could see that it didn't look like there was much solidarity among them, most of them were looking pretty annoyed and agitated and constantly looking at their watches.
"Phil I really need the bathroom now," one of the women said standing up with her legs tightly crossed and bending at the knees. "If I don't I'm going to piss myself."
"Only another 40 minutes to go," Phil said. "Looking at this crowd I feel like I am getting déjà vu of the previous study. In the previous study all of the other women were desperate to see the study over, so it looks like this study is confirming that you ladies seem to feel more urgent despite the fact that everybody drank the same amount of liquid. Isn't science interesting?"
Several of the women began getting up and pacing around, and a couple began leaning against the walls. Most of the women looked like they were just looking at magazines, but their legs were shaking frantically in a very obvious way. Jill tried not to think about how badly she had to go to the bathroom but it was kind of hard to concentrate when she could see that all of the women were squirming around.
One of the women was rapidly crossing and uncrossing her legs, and she seemed as though she was putting the magazine in her lap like she was trying to cover herself up, like she were about to piss herself or something.
On the side of the room where all of the women were gathered together it was basically just a constant display of legs shuffling and looking at watches. Every few minutes the women would record something in their logbooks. By now couple of the men looked like they were starting to keep up the pace with the women, but it was undeniable that the women seemed to be making entries in their logbooks much more rapidly than the men were.
"Wow look at all those pencils going a hundred miles a second," Chris said laughing as he looked at the women filling out their logbooks.
"Why aren't you filling out your logbook as rapidly?" Jill said.
"Because the study is confirming what the last one did, guys are just better at holding it, and we don't have to go as much as you ladies do, you ladies just can't seem to hold it for the life of you, and this study is just backing that up, backing up what everyone has always known to be true," Chris said.
"Believe me we are holding on for dear life," Jill said as she squirmed in her seat. "I'm sure that by now you have to go pretty badly."
Chris nodded. "I'm not going to deny it, I really do have to go to the bathroom pretty bad, but I don't feel like am about to wet myself or to the point where I can't seem to sit still. On the other side of the divide you ladies look like you're about to pop like balloons!"
"Okay everybody, we only have 15 minutes to go, and then I guess you can, well go," Phil said as all of the guys laughed but the women just sat there looking sad in the face and rolling their eyes.
The last 15 minutes were harrowing. While the guys only occasionally wrote something down in their logbooks the women's pencils were pretty much going nonstop, and one woman clearly broke her pencil as she gritted her teeth.
"Okay ladies and gentlemen, please hand in your logbooks now, and then I suppose you're free to go," Phil said as all of the women breathed a collective sigh of relief.
The women were practically falling over each other as they all stood up throwing down their pencils and haphazardly throwing their logbooks down on Phil's desk as all of the men and women piled out of the study room.
Everyone started charging down the hallways looking for the bathroom. Soon a very large line formed outside of the ladies room as all of the men piled into the men's room at once.
As they could hear the loud noise of flushing from the men's room, the ladies room line was quite stagnant. Finally as several of the men started piling out of the men's room all at once one woman came out of the ladies room shaking her head.
"The toilet's broken, it won't flush," the woman said coming out.
"I guess I will have to put this out of order," the janitor said as he put an out of order sign on the ladies room and all of the women began making exasperated groaning noises. Even more exasperating was he had a bucket full of water and he seemed to be dipping his mop in it as all of the women started cringing.
"Well ladies it's too bad you turned in your logbooks already because I feel like you would be scribbling away right now," Chris said coming out of the empty men's room.
"Come on everybody," Jill said waving the women forward as they went back into the study room as the guys followed behind wondering what was going on.
"Hey ladies, did you forget something," Phil said as the group of irate women gathered around his desk.
"Yeah, at the end of the study there was a place for additional comments to leave at the end of the study and I think that we all rushed out without completing it because we couldn't wait a single second longer to get to the damn bathroom," Jill said as Phil handed her a pencil and she began writing by pressing down on the desk with her legs tightly crossed and bending at the knees before handing it back to Phil. "I think that that comment basically sums up the way we all feel about the study."
Phil began looking at it and reading. "Although the study seems to suggest that empirically speaking men have an advantage when it comes to holding it, this study also fails to take into account that due to a lack of adequate working female restrooms the men ended the study at least an hour before the women because they did not factor in the bus ride home."
Phil simply smirked as all of the women began laughing and high-fiving Jill. It was a good moment of victory, and Jill would have to savor that snarky comment as much as possible to distract her for the next hour on what would certainly prove to be a very long bus ride home. |
Fair warning there is a brief mention of messing within the story.
It was a proud day for Emily. It was such a momentous day that all her family and friends had travelled the full length of the land to see her big moment. Emily, the youngest to ever be drafted into the elite Ladies Syndicate Enforcement Agency, looked resplendent on the big stage. Her long turquoise dress made of the finest silk, hugged her lithe body and enhanced her ample breasts. Her smile was broad and seemed endless. She was basking in her big moment and all in the audience were proud of the young woman. Emily had worked incredibly hard to get to this moment. All the training, extra studying and time in the gym was now worth it. She collected her new badge and award with grace and style and then seated herself on a chair at the back of the stage with all of the other inductees.
Okay, okay. It’s over now. Just sit here and relax. It’s fine. You have your award and badge, you’ve stood in front of the people, it’s over. How much longer? I need to pee. I really need to pee. Shit?! Did I already pee? Fuck, I did already pee. I need a toilet, man, come on! Calm down. It’s fine. Nobody can see. It’s fine. Just sit and smile. Keep smiling you stupid bitch. No! Don’t do that! Don’t touch your crotch, there’s a thousand people looking, don’t do that! Fuck, I’m wet!
Come on, man! Seriously! Hurry up! I’m gunna wet myself here! I’m convinced I’m still peeing. I feel so wet and warm. I think it’s spreading! Is it spreading!
No! Get yourself together! You leaked. You peed yourself a little, it’s nerves, it’s fine. Soon you’ll be off the stage and you can go to the toilet. Just hold on! The old guy will finish speaking then you’re free!
The director of the Agency was speaking enthusiastically about the achievements his ladies had made over the previous twelve months. He expressed his pride in the latest crop of ladies to join his Agency and expressed his desire to have an even better year than the previous one and promised as much money or resources that were required to see his desire come to fruition.
“So, without further ado. Please, one final round of applause for the class of 2022! Got bless you all!” The old man said passionately and was greeted by loud cheers, whistles and loud applause. The ladies, who were all seated at the back of the stage stood to take the applause. Then, after taking in all the adulation, the ladies drifted off stage in an organised single file.
Now off the stage Emily searched hurriedly for a toilet. The building was not familiar to her and the signs were not at all helpful. She checked corridor after corridor with no luck. After some time she spotted an employee of the building and asked her where the toilets were, “they aren’t back here” came the response “all the public toilets are in the public area of the arena, bad design I know” Emily looked angrily at the woman as if it was all her fault. “Are you serious?” Emily asked. “Sadly, yes. But, if you’re desperate I guess you can use one of the dressing room toilets. I can get the keys, if you like?” The employee asked.
“Yes, please!” Emily answered eagerly.
The employee walked off, apparently in search of keys leaving Emily alone in the corridor. The footsteps of the employee trailed away but seemed to return very quickly. Emily turned towards the sound but was surprised to see it was one of her fellow inductees.
“Hey” the stranger said to Emily “are you lost?” She asked.
“Kind of, I was looking for a toilet but apparently they aren’t here so..” Emily trailed off.
“You’re waiting for access to one?” The stranger finished Emily’s sentence “don’t bother” she said continuing “they’re revolting, I’ve been here before, seriously just do what I did”
“What did you do?” Emily asked.
“I pissed in the side alley” the stranger answered very matter of factly.
“But it’s illegal to expose yourself in public, it’s punishable by five years in prison!” Emily said in horror.
“You can’t expose yourself if you don’t move your underwear…” the stranger suggested.
“You mean… wet myself?” Emily asked in shock.
“Sure, why not? It ain’t gunna hurt you, look” the stranger then lifted up her dress to show Emily her pissy panties “it didn’t hurt, I’m still here” she said.
“But that’s wrong! You’re a grown woman!” Emily said in disgust.
“Don’t throw stones if you live in a glass house” the stranger said gesturing towards Emily.
Emily blushed and instinctively crossed her legs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” Emily lied.
“I have a nose” the stranger said knowingly.
Emily blushed again and whilst she wanted to respond she couldn’t find the words. So, in the end she smiled painfully and just stared at the floor.
“Don’t be embarrassed” the stranger said “it’s just pee, it happens and I’m sure you’ll learn that sooner or later” the stranger smiled broadly at Emily and then walked away.
A moment later the employee returned with the keys for the dressing rooms.
“You can use that one there” she said “it’s been unused for a while so it should be clean””
“Thank you” Emily said.
The employee opened the door and Emily dashed straight to the far side door which she assumed correctly to be the toilet. She opened the door to see a bare room with white walls equipped only with a toilet and a sink. Emily hovered over the toilet and thought hard about what the stranger had said. She rubbed her pussy gently and realised she had peed more than she thought. Her pussy throbbed and she was confused by the sensation. Her stomach was doing somersaults and she felt nervous again. She lifted her dress well above her waist and sat on the toilet, and instantly began to empty her bladder. She breathed deeply as the relief washed over her. Her ordeal was over. She had made it to the toilet. She felt relieved. But, as she pissed through her panties she was hit with an unusual sensations. She knew the sensation but she couldn’t believe she was feeling it right then, as she was wetting herself. She was horny. In the bare bathroom, all alone and away from the world Emily rubbed herself to a pissy, intoxicating climax.
“Emily Fairfax” the strong masculine voice called out. Emily turned sharply towards the sound of the voice. The wide corridor was thick with people and Emily began to slowly and painstakingly push her way through the throngs of people. She carefully peered through every pane of glass that lined the furthest sides of the corridor, hoping to spot the man she knew was calling her name.
“Emily Fairfax” the voice called again, but louder than last time. “I’m coming” Emily shouted in reply and continued her push forwards.
Eventually, Emily found herself in front of the man who had called her name. She knew the man, though not well. She also knew why she was being called. He was the senior case officer for her department and he had a job for her.
Mike was a short, stocky man who looked older than he was. His face looked old and aged by a lifetime of stress and conflict. His flaky grey hair and unshaven face did little else except add to the aura of a man who was unconcerned with the thoughts and opinions of others.
“Nice to see you” Mike Malloy, the senior case officer said in greeting to Emily.
“Yes, it is” Emily blundered “I mean, nice to see you too” she corrected herself nervously. Mike laughed at the young woman’s blunder.
“I’ll cut to the chase” Mike said “I want you to take your first case, you’ve been here for a while now but you’ve been mostly confined to desk work. I think it’s time for you to get out there and earn your stripes” Emily stared in disbelief. She had dreamt of her first case, she had longed to be the one doing the work and putting bad people behind bars but now it was in front of her and she was both disbelieving and terrified.
“Are you sure, sir? I mean, I’m still quite new here really” Emily said nervously.
Mike sensed the young woman’s reluctance.
“I’ll be straight with you” Mike said “there are some folk here who think you are not cut out for this line of work, some folk think you would be happy working at a desk your whole career. I’m not one of them. I know you have it in you to do this job, you just need to get out there and do it. The thought is worse than the reality. So, can I put your name down for this case?”
Emily blushed and shifted uncomfortably when she realised even the thought of taking her own case had made her urinate. This was Emily’s only reply. A silent, secretive reply that only she was aware of. A reply that adequately described her true feelings towards the question which had been asked, but which must not be shared to any but herself.
“Splendid” Mike beamed, taking Emily’s silence for acceptance “go home now, get some rest and then tomorrow go and see Barbara. She’ll be the lead investigator on the case and you’ll work under her but for all intents and purposes, it’ll be your case. Now, off you go. Get some rest” and with that Mike went back to his office. He didn’t wait for any acknowledgment from Emily.
Emily stood in silence for several moments, contemplating what had just happened. Her day had been going so well, her comfortable desk job was all she really wanted and she could see that now. However, that is not what she had signed up for and she knew it. Emily trudged to the ladies bathroom and locked herself in a stall. The room was empty so nobody could hear her whimpers and heavy breathing. She was sorely afraid. She didn’t know what her case wound be, but she feared it would be the worst of the worst.
She hiked her skirt up and panties down and released a thick torrent of urine into the bowl below. Her stomach churned gravely and her bowels were loosened by nerves. She swept back her thick red hair and wondered why she had chosen this path. She was not cut out for this. She was too afraid. Even the thought of taking her own case had made her pee in her panties, so she feared what the reality what make her do. She feared disgracing herself in front of her colleagues. But for now, she contested herself with wiping her pussy dry, dabbing her damp underwear and telling herself it found all wait until tomorrow.
The next day came around faster than Emily could ever have imagined. She had went home immediately after speaking to Mike the day before and upon arriving home she began to drink. By the late evening she had consumed three bottles of wine and had passed out on her sofa. She had slept deeply in a drunken stupor and had missed all the warnings her bladder had sent her. The first she knew of this was when she woke up with a splitting headache, a swirling stomach and a suspiciously wet sofa. At first, Emily merely shifted uncomfortably, happily ignorant to the fact she had wet herself in her sleep. However, her blissful ignorance was soon disturbed when her bladder failed again. For a second time since she passed out Emily started to wet herself. The first she knew of her impending accident was when her crotch suddenly and unexpectedly turned warm. Then, she became aware that the warmth was spreading. Her pussy, ass, back and legs were all warm and she felt a sensation of water or swimming. When she finally became aware of what was happening, she made no effort to fix the situation. Emily remained still, blissfully cocooned in a soothing warmth. She had to move eventually, she knew that, but she wasn’t ready yet. She rubbed the soaked material of her panties and squeezed out a trickle of fresh pee. She rubbed again. Her pussy throbbed and moistened, except now it wasn’t pee that moistened her pussy. She rubbed again. Again. Again. Again.
She rubbed herself furiously as her body trembled and tingled. The sensations were building. Her mind and body became numb to all except the sensations of pleasure. Her body trembled and spasmed gently as the pleasure built. She moaned audibly. Her fingers were sticky wet and becoming wetter with every passing second. She rubbed harder, sensing she was close. Her body trembled and she began to pee again. She climaxed. A powerful, pissy climax that made her whole body shudder. She couldn’t move. Her hand remained inside her pissy panties.
Then her phone rang.
Emily glanced at her phone screen, it was Mike. Emily immediately answered the call, taking not a single second to compose herself after her powerful climax.
“Hello?” Emily answered the call.
“Good afternoon, Emily” Mike said. Emily senses irritation in his voice and then she filled with panic when she realised it was almost three in the afternoon, she was seriously late.
“I’m sorry” Emily said hurriedly “I’ve been held up all day, I’ll be there within the hour”
“You’ll be here within thirty minutes or you’ll get your notice tomorrow. Don’t fuck with me Emily. I put my neck out for you, don’t balls it up. Be here in thirty minutes” Mike then ended the call.
Emily had half an hour to clean herself up and get to the station. She got up from the sofa and ran to the bathroom. She peeled off her pissy panties and turned on the shower. She discarded her panties into a corner of the room and then she showered thoroughly but quickly. With her hair still wet, she ran into the bedroom and set out her outfit for the day. Black combat trousers, black t shirt, black toe capped boots, this was her uniform. The standard uniform of the Agency. She rushed around looking for underwear and cursed herself when she realised she had no clean panties available. She didn’t debate the problem for long, she would not go commando. She rummaged through her dirty washing and laid out all of her panties in a line on the floor. Her plan was to choose the cleanest and wear them but none were as clean as she would like. In the end, she chose a pair of dark blue bikini briefs which were slightly pee stained but were otherwise clean. She got dressed quickly and brushed her teeth. She was in a rush, she had only fifteen minutes left. With a splitting headache, a swirling stomach and in a generally bad mood, Emily got in her car and drove. To what, she was not sure.
Emily arrived in Mike’s office with only a few minutes to spare. She looked well turned out and professional but inside she felt terrible. Her hangover was strong and it was only caffeine and gum that made her situation bearable. Inside the office she found Mike pouring through papers, she knocked on the open door to alert him to her presence.
Mike looked up from his papers, “nice of you to join us” he said sarcastically.
“I’m sorry” Emily said sincerely.
“It’s fine. You’re here now, sit down please” Mike said and then explained to Emily exactly what her case would be.
“There’s been some strange happenings over at the old car factory, you know the place? Over past the stadium?” Emily nodded, Mike continued. “It’s a simple case, just go there and see what’s going on. It’s probably just kids but just in case it’s more serious, we’re sending you in with a small team. You should have seen Barbara but because of your timekeeping that’s not possible now. So, go down to the duty room and ask for Sarah and Clara. They’re on your team and going with you to investigate the factory. Don’t forget, this is your case. You are in charge. Now, off you go. Be safe” Emily nodded acceptance of her orders and then left Mike’s office.
Emily felt relieved. She had feared a dangerous case but investigating a factory seemed easy. She felt at ease. So, with a steady heart she met Sarah and Clara in the duty room and then, the three ladies went to investigate the car factory.
It was almost five in the afternoon when the ladies arrived at the factory. The sun was gloomy grey and seemed to offer nothing but forbidding. The three ladies stepped out from their vehicle and stared at the vast, expansive building that towered in front of them.
“I think it’s best if we split up” Emily suggested. The two other ladies murmured agreement. “Sarah, you start at the south end and start making your way north. Clara, you start at the north end and look to meet Sara in the middle. I’ll start from the west and head east, if all goes well we’ll all meet somewhere in the middle. Sound good?” Emily asked and again recurved a murmur of agreement.
The ladies set off in their respective directions towards the forbidding factory. The vast building was in neglect and had not seen human activity in many years. All three ladies were nervous upon setting foot in the factory. They had went there expecting kids, but what awaited within was far worse.
Emily’s hurried footsteps echoed around the cacophonous space. She was running. She was being chased. Voices spoke in a language she did not understand, but they were getting closer. Emily stepped quickly to the left to hide in a small alcove. She pulled an iron sheet in front of her to act as a door and shield. She was hidden, for the time being at least. She stood bolt upright and perfectly still. Her breathing was laboured but she tried hard to not be heard. The voices were closer now, very close. Emily could hear make voices speaking and they were getting closer. There was a gun shot and the sound echoed throughout the factory. Emily jumped. She was filled with terror. A terror she had never known before. She sobbed silently hoping it would all be over soon or that it was just a bad dream. She didn’t know it, but she was wetting herself. At the sound of the gunshot her bladder had failed and poured its contents down Emily’s legs. She didn’t notice. She was too afraid to notice. Warm urine flowed through her underwear and streamed down both legs. Most trickled gently into her boots, but some flowed over her boots and streamed underneath her iron clad hiding place. An iron clad hiding place that soon descended into chaos.
The iron sheet was thrown back. Emily was exposed. The men searching for her had seen her urine trickling from beneath the iron sheet. Emily screamed as the men grabbed her. She wriggled and fought but they were too strong. She screamed for help, but no help came. Emily was dragged to an old shell of a car and forced onto her knees. She was crying and screaming for help but no help seemed near. Emily pleaded but the men ignored her. Emily’s colleagues joined her by the car shell soon later and the ladies were reunified again. All three girls were crying and pleading for mercy. They were all on their knees, terrified and unknowing of what was to come. Emily and Sarah were both soaked in urine. Both girls had lost their bladders when they had been found by the men. The other girl, Clara, seemed to be the only one who had not disgraced herself.
The ladies were left alone for ten minutes. They had no idea what their captors were doing.
“We have to get out of here” Emily whispered, but she got no response except the constant crying and whimpers from her colleagues.
Then the men returned.
There were four men. One of them had a gun. The armed man strode towards the ladies and held the gun to Sarah’s head.
“Tell me who you are?” The man demanded in an unusual accent.
“I’m nobody” Sarah pleaded.
“Lies! Truth, or I kill your right now!” The man growled.
“It is true! Please!” Sarah pleased.
“Kill her” another man called out.
The man primed his gun. Sarah screamed a wild scream, a scream made only by one staring death in the face. The man placed his finger on the trigger.
“No!” Sarah screamed.
The trigger moved.
“I’m in charge!” Emily shouted.
All four men turned to stare at the young woman. Emily saw their gaze and shuddered.
“You’re in charge?” The man with the gun asked in surprise.
“I am Emily Fairfax and this is my team!” She screamed angrily.
“You? Boss? Boss that pisses herself, yeah right” the man spat in disgust.
“Yes. I’ve pissed myself. I pissed myself this morning too, last night I wet the bed. I might be scared but I’m still in charge, so fuck you” Emily said defiantly.
The four men looked at each other then looked back at Emily. Urine was pooling around her again.
“You piss yourself now?” The man asked.
“Yes” she answered defiantly staring the man straight in the eyes.
“That’ll do” a male voice called out from the distance.
Then it was all over.
The voice who called out was Mike Malloy. He strode towards the three ladies snd greeted them a friendly hello. The three girls were in stunned disbelief. The three started at each other as if one of them had an answer. The girls were bewildered and looked at Mike for an explanation.
“East girls” he said calmly “it’s all part of the training” he said matter of factly.
“Part of the training?” Emily asked in astonishment.
“Yeah. We needed to know neither of you would lose your nerve if captured. You all passed”
Mikes attitude was verging on insulting and the ladies were becoming angry.
“A test? A test? I was terrified” Sarah shouted angrily.
“I thought we were all going to die” Clara put in.
“It’s over now though” Mike said “you all passed and it’ll be made known that you’re now full inductees. Congratulations! But now, I’ve gotta run” then he left.
Just like that.
The girls were freed from their bindings and were then left alone. They still didn’t comprehend exactly what had transpired. It felt like a really bad joke, in really bad taste. The three girls were walking back to their vehicle in silence. It was now late evening and the gloomy grey had been replaced by a bright pink hue. Emily decided it was her responsibility to break the silence and lighten the mood.
“I hope we have something to sit on in the car, I’m a mess” Emily said.
“Me too” Sarah said “that was horrible” Emily nodded agreement.
“You must be braver than us” Emily said to Clara.
“I’m not” she answered calmly.
“You are! Look at me! I’m a mess, I didn’t think it was possible to pee as much as I did” Emily said humorously.
“I’m not brave” Clara said again “I wet myself too, probably more than both of you”
“Doesn’t look like it to me” Emily said.
“I’m wearing a diaper” Clara admitted “I was scared that this might happen, so I wore a diaper. When I get scared I pee, I can’t help it” she said sadly.
“Me too” Sarah chimed in.
“And me” Emily agreed.
“I might have done a little more than pee…” Sarah admitted “when he had that gun at my head I felt like something happened, you know, back there” Sarah said gesturing to her butt.
“Let me see and I’ll tell you” Emily offered helpfully.
Sarah dropped her soaked black combat trousers to reveal her urine and poop stained underwear. Her white briefs did nothing to hide her double accident.
“Is it bad?” Sarah asked.
“You’ve definitely had a number two accident” Emily said “but it’s not too bad”
“Oh well. Not the first time” Sarah said calmly as she pulled her trousers back up “anyone else shit themselves?” Sarah asked in amusement.
“No” Emily said truthfully “but I wet myself two or three times and if I’m being honest, these panties were already pee stained before I wore them this morning. I ran out of clean panties and these were the cleanest I could find”
“Sounds familiar” Sarah said with a chuckle.
“I’d peed myself before even getting out the car! I just saw the place and it looked so scary, I just peed. Not much but I did” Clara said.
“Me too” Emily admitted.
“Look at us” Sarah said “three ladies of the elite Ladies Syndicate Enforcement Agency and not a single one of us can control our bladders!” All three girls laughed.
This was their first day together. It would not be their last.
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Empty
Lucy's eyes rolled heavenward. Once again, her sleep had been interrupted by a bladder ready to pop. She sighed loudly as her body loudly released eight hours worth of pent up urine, her waterfall accompanied by a noisy hiss, which threatened to wake up her flatmates sleeping next door. Wiping her neatly-trimmed pussy, she checked Google Maps for traffic. All clear. University term was over, and while her obnoxious, rich, almost-certainly-Tory flatmates had been going out every night, Lucy had been working as an invigilator at a nearby school to try and get some extra money. That night, when George and Lisa woke her up for the fourth night in a row by loudly shagging at 3am, Lucy once again questioned why the university decided to pair her with six flatmates who could not be further apart in terms of personality, values and lifestyle. Lucy liked quiet nights in, read books in her free time and worked hard to achieve the best possible grade on her English Literature course. Her flatmates liked raves, watching cartoons at a deafening volume in the middle of the night, and as far as Lucy was concerned, none of them had ever stepped foot on campus. Two more days, Lucy thought to herself. Two more days before she could move in with her two best friends from her course. Two more days until she could move out of her depressing halls in South London into a cosy flat in Camden. Two more days until she could subtly unfollow George, Lisa, Hugo, Martha, Hattie and William on Instagram, and never have to see them again.
The toilet flushed. Lucy briefly worried about waking everyone up, but then remembered the number of times she'd been woken up in the middle of the night over the past year. The worst was two months ago when some guy stoned out of his mind came into her room at 4am and tried to piss in her wardrobe, and then tried to climb into her bed. That was the end of Lucy's friendship with her flatmates as far as she was concerned. She could just about tolerate the loudness, the dirty plates constantly in the sink, the food left to rot in the fridge, the inability to wipe down the toilet bowl, but trying to pass off their mate sexually harassing her as a 'joke' was the final straw. She washed her hands, adjusting her brown curly hair in the mirror, before hopping in the shower. The sharp sensation of the icy water on her naked skin elicited a gasp from Lucy, quickly followed by a yelp as the stream turned to lava, scolding her delicate body. She moved to the corner of the shower, checking her water with her hands every few seconds before eventually, the temperature stabilised and she could wash in peace. Closing her eyes, she mentally went through what she was going to talk about with Peter later. Peter was a boy from her course, who Lucy had fancied since they met at the uni bar on day one. After his relationship with his high school girlfriend fizzled out, Peter had finally plucked up the courage to ask Lucy out on a date. And now Lucy was nervous. Her dating history was short and fairly uneventful. She'd had a boyfriend in sixth form for about four months, and had a few drunken snogs at uni. She even went back home with self-proclaimed BNOC and ridiculously gorgeous Simon Francis after Roxy's once, but Simon passed out before they could actually do anything. Lucy often thought about what might have happened if he'd had a bit more energy.
*knock knock* Lucy's daydreaming was rudely interrupted by someone outside. Lucy was amazed someone else was up before 7:30.
"I'm in here," Lucy called out. That was the first time she'd spoken to one of her flatmates in two months.
The door opened anyway. The lack of lock on the door was another thing Lucy absolutely hated about her halls. Two more days until I can have privacy. Lucy gasped, quickly moving to cover her vagina with her left hand, and her boobs with her left arm. "Hattie, what the hell?"
"Soz babe, I was bursting," Hattie was already peeing, and to be fair, she wasn't lying about her need. After what felt like an eternity, her stream died down to a trickle, and finally stopped completely. She wiped herself, and pulled up her black knickers and pink short pyjama bottoms.
"Couldn't you have waited two minutes? I'd just rather not be walked in on while I'm showering," Lucy complained. She turned the shower off and wrapped herself in her towel.
"Relax Lou Lou," Hattie replied in the most condescending tone imaginable. Lucy internally fumed at the nickname they gave her on day one, a nickname she despised. "I was literally about to piss myself," she added as she washed her hands.
Lucy nodded, as she picked up her panties and pyjamas from the bathroom floor.
"When are you moving out?" Hattie asked, trying her best to cut through the awkward silence between the two of them.
"Thursday," Lucy replied, cutting past Hattie to go back to her room. She hoped that was the last time the two of them would speak.
"Okay, well bye then," Hattie murmured under her breath. "Bitch."
Back in the relative safety of her room, Lucy began to get ready for her day. She consciously chose her sexiest pair of underwear, some red laced panties and a matching bra. She looked at the weather app on her phone - another scorching day, so she chose a short red skirt and a black and white striped t-shirt. Applying make up to her face, she scrolled mindlessly through TikTok, before her stomach reminded her it was breakfast time. Creeping downstairs, and silently praying no one else was in there, she was relieved to find an empty kitchen. Well, empty except for the leftover pizza boxes carelessly strewn across the table, the mountain of finished and half-finished drinks cans in the corner, and baccy filters taking up counter space. Lucy made herself a large cup of coffee, a buttered bagel (someone had used the last of her cream cheese) and filled up her water bottle for the day ahead. Her phone buzzed: TRAFFIC UPDATE - accident on M25, new route calculating. Lucy groaned, the new route was going to turn a twenty minute journey into a forty minute one. She wolfed down her bagel, ran upstairs to brush her teeth and get her bag ready. After one last double check to make sure she had everything she needed for the day, she returned to the kitchen, put her coffee in a keep cup, grabbed her water bottle and left the house, praying she'd make it to the school on time. |
The incorrigible writer of incomplete stories strikes again! I have a good feeling about this one though. Gotten from a prompt on Tumblr. Enjoy "The Hypnosis Cure."
The Hypnosis Cure
1. The Profile
Reese’s internet browsing yielded a fateful quote. It was in a forum thread about pearls of wisdom. Plenty of them were good, but one in particular struck him: You’re under no obligation to act the same way today as you did yesterday.
The slim, quiet high school senior faced his approaching graduation and the start of college. He had kept his head down so far, maybe too much. After this coming summer, everyone would essentially get a social reset. The opportunity to change things about himself was better now maybe than at any other time.
One obvious weakness that still vexed him was his bathroom habits– how he coped at school or whenever he would have to excuse himself from a group. The rational thing would be to simply ask permission or let someone know he needed a break. On the list of all causes of anxiety, admitting that one has bodily functions should be approximately at the bottom.
For most. For him, it was a stumbling block that had been with him all throughout school, now thirteen years in the making. Early on, he somehow got in his head that he should only ask to use the bathroom if it was a dire emergency with no chance of his holding it more than a few minutes longer. He would sit at his desk and endure the mounting pressure in his bladder as if the fact that he could not hold his pee indefinitely must never be revealed.
This tendency reinforced itself as time went on. On occasion he was driven to relent, raising his hand while trying to keep the sounds he made to a minimum. He wouldn’t even dare grab his crotch lest others catch on to how close he was to wetting. His teachers noticed how rarely he asked and all but never made him wait. Even when nothing bad happened after he asked, he had still let on to everyone that he was failing to control his pee. Surely at least some others must have pondered the fullness between his legs each time he made the stiff speed-walk out of class.
Not every occasion stopped at a close call either. He got in the habit of checking if anyone could see him when entering the bathroom, so he could open his pants ahead of time. That was because of the few instances he was stuck fumbling with his button and zipper, inches from the urinal but peeing full-blast into his briefs until he got free. By luck he always got away with those, being the only one to know that half the pee came back with him in his squelchy wet underwear. He was sure someone would find out. Someone at school would smell him, or question a wet spot on his pants. At the very least his parents should have noticed the yellow stains when doing laundry. For better or for worse, no one had yet said anything.
On a few other occasions, he did not even make it that far. It was not unheard of for Reese’s steps to falter several times along the path to the boy’s room. He would have to stop to cross his legs and clamp both hands between them, as his pee threatened to come out even without the invitation of the toilet. By now his underwear would usually be very damp anyway. The odd accidental leaks had mostly stopped. In their place were purposeful short spurts he had started doing more and more of, further delaying the need to raise his hand. He had peed enough in his pants to know his limits– how much he could let out over time without anything showing. Pissy underwear never bothered him on its own. It was just the clearest reminder of his difference, and measured how little time he had left before the rest came roaring out behind it.
Such pauses in the hallway, even combined with letting out as much as he could in class, did not always work. If it were especially bad, the pee would force its way out anyway, as a trickle at first and then a full stream as his hold crumbled. He was reduced to standing breathless while a loud, hot flow sprayed his jeans at whatever angle he had pointed himself in his struggle.
At least such accidents happened out of view of his whole class. He did get caught after one such disastrous wetting though, when trying to sneak to the locker room for his gym shorts. Of all people it had to be by Mr. Benedetto, the jacked P.E. teacher. Reese had begged the earth to open a sinkhole under him when Mr. Ben got the full effect of his sopping pants. But, as luck would have it, he had actually been extremely understanding. He unlocked the door for Reese to slip in and change, even giving him a plastic bag for the jeans. In return, Reese had to tell him what happened.
Reese got into his dry shorts and sat on a bench in the locker room. He clasped his hands over the dry cotton, not pressing too hard to keep the wetness still in his briefs contained. Mr. Ben straddled the bench to face him. “So,” the teacher said, stroking his goatee, “You knew you had to go, but waited until it was almost too late to even ask?”
“Yeah,” Reese replied. It was an accurate summary, but sounded so much dumber when laid out like that. It wasn’t that simple. “I just didn’t want to disturb everyone and thought I could hold it.”
“Welp, apparently not,” Mr. Ben said. “You’re allowed to ask before you’re five seconds from peeing yourself, ya know. Nobody’s gonna tell you no or laugh at you or anything. Piss happens.”
Reese chuckled at his slightly crude candor.
He must have sensed the deeper issue as he continued. “And I know it’s hard for kids to talk to someone about bullies, but if you’re having problems, you come right to me. I know who’s who and am not above benching someone or giving laps to whoever is picking on people. They won’t know it was you that said something.”
“Thanks,” Reese said. He felt better in the moment, but the pessimistic part of him said that nothing would really change.
“You’re welcome.” Mr. Ben then stood up and dramatically looked at his watch. “Time’s up anyway. Get outta here; we’re both busy men.”
Reese allowed himself to be ushered out of the locker room, his bagged pissy jeans in hand. There was no way he could go back to class like this. He had no choice but to go to the clinic to have them call his mom.
While not being openly hostile, his mom was less understanding. “You need to pay more attention to when you have to go and not wait” was about the gist of her lecture in the car, along with being irritated at having to leave work to take him home for such a ridiculous reason. At this point he was certain she had seen the frequency of his underwear stains and put the pieces together. He would have to try harder.
No. He would have to try something different.
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2. The Visit
He had tried straightforward effort already. Diapers were out of the question. Conventional therapy was too expensive, and even if he were okay with involving his parents in how deep-seated his struggle was, he would not let them pay so much money for it. Solving his bathroom shyness would mean getting creative.
Word had gotten out that the official post-graduation party would involve a hypnotist. The stage-performer kind might make people crawl around and act like a dog, or react to things that weren’t there, that sort of funny stuff. But Reese had come across the more serious kind that might actually be able to help him.
Crap. The licensed ones were as expensive to visit as regular therapists, if not more. However, he eventually found someone promising: Miss Cassandra at Psychic Corner. Among palmistry and tarot readings, she offered hypnosis and would likely be within his budget. Not only that, but she was within easy bike range. It was worth a try.
The first afternoon he was certain he would not be missed was the time. He took his normal desperate pee after getting off the bus, then immediately mounted his bicycle. Maybe Miss Cassandra would even be expecting him.
The door to Psychic Corner stirred a chime as he opened it. The interior was draped with heavy fabrics and spiritual motifs. Crystals and charms for sale filled space in display cases.
“Hello,” a woman’s voice floated from the back, preceding her into the lobby. For the decor of the space, she was dressed very mundanely in jeans and a flowy blouse. Not out of the ordinary for any other middle-aged lady. The only indication of a mystical slant were her dangly hamsa earrings glinting beneath loose brown curls. “Can I help you with anything?”
Reese swallowed, feeling a little ridiculous even being here. “Are you Miss Cassandra?”
She nodded.
“I saw online you do hypnosis. Can it change how I… think about certain issues?”
Cassandra smiled. “Of course, my dear. It’s about tapping into your subconscious. May I ask what it is that’s bothering you?” She held up a hand. “I promise you have no need to be embarrassed. Whatever you tell me is one-hundred-percent confidential, and in hypnosis or right now, there’s nothing you can say that will put me off wanting to help.”
She either sensed that he was nervous, or literally saw it on his face. The only way out of dealing with it forever was talking about it now. “I’m shy to let anyone know when I have to go to the bathroom. To the point where I’ve peed my pants because of it. Now if I ever do actually ask to go, I feel like I’d get laughed at anyway since I’m the pee kid.”
Contrary to the shock that Reese expected, Cassandra merely nodded as he bared his deepest secret. She bade him to sit across a round table from her before continuing. “Believe it or not, bathroom shyness is more common than you might think. Everyone feels like they’re alone in their fears because nobody tells anyone.”
She hadn’t even needed to hypnotize him to blow his mind. But even if it were that simple, the feelings remained. “Can you… fix it?”
She clasped her hands in front of her. “The normal way of treating anxiety triggers with hypnosis is the direct approach: we will put you in a relaxed state and suggest that you are comfortable in the presence of the fear trigger. You are reassured that it won’t hurt you. In this case, that the teacher will let you go and no one will laugh or dwell on it. Once reality shows this is true, the anxiety is replaced with confidence and reinforced every time you face that trigger afterward.”
“Sounds pretty good,” he said. “Does it ever still not work though?”
“That’s what I was getting to. Some clients are so dead-set in their beliefs that even hypnotic suggestions don’t get all the way through.”
“I think that might be me,” Reese interjected, biting his lip, “It’s been like this as long as I can remember. My gym teacher three years ago told me to just ask to go sooner, but like, if I ask to go too soon, everyone will laugh at me for trying to go to the bathroom because of my accidents. Then I just hold it until I have to go worse and get more scared of people finding out I do have to go really bad, and end up peeing a lot in my pants before I can get to the bathroom.” He could not believe he just said all of that to anyone, let alone a near-total stranger.
Cassandra simply listened, adjusting her glasses once he had finished. “Well. Normally I’d offer direct suggestion first, as that’s a lot quicker and involves less stress for you. But for plan B, there’s an alternative course of therapy called the Tantalus technique.”
That sounded so much scarier! Reese was in far over his head already. He was almost ready to leave before hearing another word until she mentioned it would be free.
“Since it’s still very new, I offer it at no cost to anyone willing to go through with it and share their experiences with me. It’s nothing dangerous, but possibly highly stressful.”
Reese screwed up his brow. “Isn’t it supposed to reduce stress?”
“In the end, yes. But how Tantalus works is reverse psychology. The direct approach doesn’t work for those whose brains are still telling them the trigger is scary. Tantalus, on the other hand, suggests that you can’t even think about facing the trigger. It puts you so deep in the consequences of your negative thought patterns that the trigger seems less scary in comparison. By the end of the treatment, your old fear looks like the solution that it really is."
Fighting fire with hotter fire. Reese sighed. It would have to work. “Sounds good,” he said, “I’ll do it. When can we start?”
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3. Tantalus
Reese had made an appointment to return the next day. Though he had repeated the ritual of emptying his bladder before making the bike ride, the nerves had him twinging between the legs yet again on the way there.
“Welcome back,” Cassandra said, “Just follow me and we can get started.” She led him into the back of the building, where two armchairs faced each other. She gestured for him to sit. “Okay,” she said, “So first of all, what do you know about hypnosis?”
He had researched it further the night before just to know what he was getting himself into. “It involves getting relaxed state so it’s easier to accept things you say?”
Cassandra nodded. “That’s a good enough way to put it. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t going in totally blind. So what I’m gonna do is dim the lights, and we can put some soothing sounds on the speaker if it helps. Then we can get right down to business.”
“Yeah, that sounds nice.” She dimmed the room to a soft twilight, and played ocean sounds on the wireless speaker mounted on the wall. Rather than being soothing, it just exacerbated his need to pee. He could not recall if he saw a bathroom in the hallway, but naturally it was too late to ask now.
“Oh, and before we get all the way into it,” Cassandra interrupted herself, “Just a reminder that the goal of this treatment is to produce a period of time where you cannot deliberately let anyone know if you have to go to the bathroom, at all. It will likely be stressful. It will likely be messy. You’ll be counting down the days until you can tell someone you have to go. Are you still sure you want to go through with this?”
That sounded… ominous. But at this point, he really felt like he had no choice already. He had nothing to lose. He inhaled, then shakily answered, “Yes.”
“Do you want to visit the restroom now before we begin? Last chance.”
His cheeks turned hot as he flexed his thighs. He did. It was just a little twinge, but enough that he probably could go if he tried. She seemed to have been trying to coax him into another yes, but he had embarrassed himself to her enough. “How long is this going to take?” Hopefully that would satisfy her.
“A few minutes at most. The process itself is no sweat. You’ll do great.”
“I’m good,” he said. Besides, a small part of him wanted to test the results afterward. If he were able to get over himself enough to tell her he had to go then, at least it would let him check off this option as bunk so he could quit wasting his time.
“Alright,” Cassandra said, “Let us begin. Lean back, get as comfortable as you can, and close your eyes.”
Reese did so. Hopefully the small amount of pee in him would not interfere with the hypnosis.
Cassandra spoke in a clear, soothing tone. “Focus only on the sound of my voice. You are perfectly safe. There will be no surprises, no challenges, and I’ll be right here the whole time telling you everything you have to do.” Reese had to admit, it was a very comforting experience so far. She led him through some deep breathing, simple visualization exercises, and got him to sink further and further into his relaxation.
It felt very nice. He was not asleep; he still heard the speaker playing ocean sounds, still remained aware that he was in the back of Psychic Corner, and still felt the chair under him. Still felt the pee inside him. If the hypnosis was to work, he would have to commit to relaxing all his muscles in turn. Especially in his semi-trance, the prospect of dribbling in his pants a little hardly even registered. His accidents were embarrassing too, but he had them frequently enough that the sting of the shame had dulled. It was just something that happened to him; who could have said whether any one was truly an accident or a little bit on purpose. Maybe it would be a small enough release that no one could even notice. The next time he did a long exhale, he slackened his bladder muscles too.
His pee tentatively crept to the opening. He exhaled and released again, leading the pee to spill out in a slow stream. It lasted maybe three seconds before dwindling on its own. There was definitely more in there, but there was no danger of it coming out now. He had warmed his left thigh and succeeded in eliminating his pee urge. Cassandra hadn’t even really done anything yet but he felt the treatment was working.
She told him once the initial hypnotizing process was complete. Whether she had noticed his dribble or not no longer mattered. He felt so good, and following her instructions made him happy. He wished this would never end.
“Tell me again, Reese,” she said, in the same measured voice, “what brought you to come to me.”
He still had his eyes closed, but dutifully answered. “I was shy to tell anyone if I had to go pee.”
“Well, we’re going to use that shyness. That part of your brain that tells you it’s embarrassing to need to pee? You’re going to believe it. You’re going to believe it with all of your being. It is the only truth. Other kids are allowed to ask to go to the bathroom because that’s the way they’ve always done it. You, however, have to regain your confidence by proving you can hold your pee as long as necessary. Other people will be certain you never go to the bathroom. Your pride will dictate you will keep it a secret indefinitely. If someone asks you if you have to go, you will say no. You must keep up the illusion. The exception would be if someone tells you to go and takes you to the bathroom themselves, or you go in your pants.”
What Cassandra explained was the only thing in the world he wanted at that time. When prompted, he repeated, “I will keep it a secret. I’ll only go if someone else tells me to and takes me themselves, or go in my pants.”
“Very good,” she reassured, “You will also tell no one the nature of your treatment. It would be just as embarrassing to you for anyone to learn you went through this.”
“I won’t tell anyone about my treatment,” Reese repeated.
“Alright,” Cassandra confirmed, “Now I’m going to take you backwards through the relaxation process, to slowly and gently bring you back to normal wakefulness. You will not consciously remember what happened while you were under hypnosis, but you will wake up feeling refreshed and hopeful about your treatment.”
Coming back out of the trance, Reese could not suppress a permanent grin. He was on his way to sanity! His last memory was of her counting down from ten, but it must have gone well. He’d be able to ask to go to the bathroom like anyone else. He did vaguely remember letting some pee out on purpose, and the spot was now chilly on his inner thigh. Cassandra already knew the extent of his issues, so he could not embarrass himself any further by asking her to use her bathroom before he left.
In the same moment, the thought of asking for the bathroom filled him with dread. She can never know. He also became protective of the wet spot, keeping his side to her to prevent her from seeing.
Wait a second, he thought to himself, I told her everything! Why am I regressing like thi– no. She can never know. No one can ever know. |
Thanks 😄 I've really been able to take this idea and run with it. Here's chapter 4 already.
4. Regret and a Glimmer of Hope
The hypnosis was working. At the same time he had been lucid and freely consented to everything that happened, he also felt now that his mind had been hijacked. The intensity of his anxiety over others knowing about his pee activity had been multiplied a thousandfold. He even hesitated to straddle his bike before looking over his shoulder, suspecting that a passing car might glimpse the barely-visible wet spot between his legs. And for the rest of the pee still inside him, it remained to be seen how that would be dealt with.
Arriving at home, he parked his bike and went straight to his room. He’d have to spend a little time to process what had happened.
Thankfully he found Psychic Corner’s email address on their website. He was about to ask whether he was supposed to feel this way, but recalled what she said before he went under. “It will be stressful.” Yeah it was. The slight bit of pee he still carried worried him when he recalled her next words: “It will be messy.” How so? He didn’t have to ask anyone or even let them know right now; he could just go.
Yet, when he tried to get up, he simply could not will himself to do so. A mental block stronger than any he had ever felt before kept him pinned to his seat. Swiveling around, he wondered if he could get up to sit on his bed. He rose with no effort. Changing his mind about sitting, he made for the door to use the bathroom. Vague panic caused his heart to catch in his throat. He was rooted in place. It appeared he could do any action, anything at all, except that which would let him get relief. Only one question remained: How long?
That was what he emailed to Cassandra. In the interim before she replied, he actually made for the kitchen to get a drink. At first he resisted, knowing that he had no way of letting out what came in, but he could not abstain from liquids forever. The point of the hypnosis was… apparently to torture him. Time to jump into the deep end. He poured himself a full glass of ice water, already sipping it on the way back to his room.
Eventually, she responded.
Hi again Reese,
I’m sorry I forgot to mention how long the effects will last. You said you were graduating high school next month? It will be lifted at the grad party. I know the hypnotist performing there (we’re a small community!) and he said he would give the signal needed to snap you out of it. No need to know what it is. I promise it will work. Or, if for any reason you feel you can’t continue, you can always come by and have me reverse it myself. There would be no shame in doing so, but I would urge you to see the treatment through. It will help you, I promise!
Until next time,
Miss Cassandra
Shit. The frigging grad party?! That was almost a full month away! And it meant he would have to go through the rest of school without even the hope of making it to the bathroom. He’d have to go straight back to Psychic Corner and have her reverse it. There was no way.
But then again, like he told her. This had been a problem for him his whole life. If he could endure a month of extra torment to be free of it from then on, it would be worth it. For now, he was committed.
For the next few hours, however, apprehension about his bladder rose. The urgency had crossed the point where he would normally go, but he could not bring himself to do so. The hypnosis was stopping him. An idea finally came to him, however. He’d make the intention to clip his fingernails before choosing to pee. He’d be within feet of the toilet and maybe could defeat his mental block that way. Even if it meant getting some on the floor, it would be less mess than a full wetting.
His mind set on clipping his nails, he strode into the bathroom as he always had. Once he abandoned the clipper idea, he froze up again. He literally could not will his hand to undo his zipper. The idea of going in the toilet, or even in the sink, was anathema to him on a deep level. After all, he did not have someone’s awareness or approval to do so.
That last point struck him like a thunderbolt. The key was getting someone to know! His sister Tori was in eighth grade and so got home later than he did, but she should be there by now. It would be an extremely weird proposal but he did not feel like peeing himself in his room. She was his only chance.
She sat at the kitchen counter, working on homework and sipping a juice pouch. The way she squeezed it made his bladder squeeze in turn. He turned one knee toward the other as subtly as he could.
“Hey Tor?” he said, getting her attention.
“What’s up?”
“I’m really sorry but I have something super weird to ask.”
She stared at him, blinking. “What is it?”
The words were clear as day in his mind: Could you… take me to the bathroom? It sounded horrible even imagined. But the task of actually saying it was so, so much greater. Impossible, actually. He just stared at her, lips parted for words that refused to budge.
“Well?” she said, raising her eyebrows. It was about two more seconds before she gave up. “I’m busy, this is me asking you nicely to go away.”
“Okay,” Reese sighed, “Sorry.” He retreated to his room without looking back.
This curse was nothing if not airtight. He resigned himself to crossing his legs in his computer chair. Something would have to give eventually.
Not too long afterward, comparisons to being at school started to sneak in. He was in such trouble with his bladder that he had started doing his on-purpose leaks. Of course he was able to do that just fine. Every drop of pee coming out was hitting his skin or his clothes before anything else. Perhaps if he was careful, he could let out his entire bladder this way, saving the floor. But laundry would certainly pile up and his parents would get suspicious. And if someone walked in…
They would see him wet. Why was that idea not as scary now as when he was riding home? He supposed that a small wet spot meant he still had to go. A big one meant he was done. Evidently it was just the active need to pee that the hypnosis affected. Others were allowed to see him wet as long as he was at least mostly done. Great.
After his having trickled steadily for about ten minutes, the urge didn’t seem to have let up. His underwear and jeans were heavy with pee, but the slow release meant it was all but unnoticeable to others unless actually touched. He would be able to try Tori again.
She was in her room watching Youtube on her tablet. Reese knocked on the doorframe.
“Yeah?” she said, pausing her video.
He just stared at her again.
She scowled. “I don’t know what you’re doing, but it’s creeping me out. Last warning before I tell mom.”
“I’m sorry!” Reese managed, somewhat keeping his composure when another bladder wave rocked him, “I’m trying but I literally can’t say what I want you to do!”
She must have seen the sincerity in his eyes because her expression softened. “Why not?”
“I’m sorry if this is super weird but I’ll be able to tell you all about it after school ends for the year. You’re just gonna have to trust me until then and hopefully figure out how to help.”
She twisted her mouth in confusion. “Messed-up dare from someone in your grade, got it,” she said. In the meantime, Reese’s posture faltered and he must have pee-danced for a few steps. “Do you have to go to the bathroom or something?”
Euphoria flooded Reese’s brain. He nodded furiously. “Yes,” he repeated, more for himself than for her. Under normal circumstances, admitting that would be a big step for him.
Tori put her fingers to her temples. This was apparently just getting more and more bizarre. “So why don’t you just go?”
“...I can’t,” Reese managed, “I need help.”
Her jaw dropped. That must have been a step too far. He hoped his pleading expression got the point across well enough that he needed her. “You want me to… help you go to the bathroom?”
He closed his eyes, grimacing at the agony of what he was asking, and to whom. But it was well and truly his only chance to avoid wetting himself multiple times a day for the better part of a whole month. He nodded to her again.
She sucked air through her teeth, but could tell something real was up. “Alright,” she said, “But you owe me for like the rest of your life for this.” She took him by the hand and led him back to the bathroom. “Lemme tell you right now though, I am NOT gonna go in with you too,” she warned.
“No, that shouldn’t be necessary,” he said, letting out another spurt as he closed the door. He was trying to be as quick as possible, not only because his pee was already coming out, but because there was no telling how long the mental block would be left open. He finally got his pants undone, spraying pee all over until he got himself under control, and then blessedly let loose. His stream ran strong for almost a minute. He wondered if she had waited by the door in the meantime, listening to the performance.
It was apparently the latter; she was there when he got out. “Okay now?” she said, deadpan.
“Yes,” he said, failing to suppress a smile, “Thank you so much. You have no idea.”
She stared at him, her eyes wide for emphasis. “I really, really don’t. But you’re welcome. You know where to find me I guess.”
He mouthed “thank you” to her again. He had never really hated her in the way some siblings do, but was never too close with her either. Now, she was his only lifeline to a shred of normalcy in managing his bladder. If she continued to help him, what he wouldn’t do for her once all of this was over.
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5. Morning
Never could Reese recall dreading going to school this much. It was rare for him to use the bathroom there anyway, but having the option denied to him nearly made him desperate on its own before he left the house. Before he stepped in the shower the next morning with his bladder heavy from nighttime, the realization struck him that he would probably not be able to pee in there. Unless…
…Unless he took the ability to leak on purpose to its logical extreme. He was still wearing pajama pants and his boxers from the day before underneath. But apparently he was allowed to wet himself freely under the rules of his hypnosis. Better than offending Tori by waking her up early, and risking her saying no which meant he’d have an accident anyway.
Shirtless but fully clothed from the waist down, he stepped into the shower. When he started to let go… nothing happened.
He stared down at his toes poking out from the hems of his pajama pants and pursed his lips. His bladder flexed in his abdomen, but everything he saw stayed stubbornly dry. It had not occurred to him that while it was possible to leak on command when he really had to go, it might still be difficult to fully wet himself on purpose after a lifetime of being toilet-trained. If this took too long he risked missing the bus. The alternative being that he would have to give up and go to school still full. It was not like he had never wet himself there before, even recently. In comparison though, his other wettings were true accidents. Seeing it as a certainty gave him more of a sense of a prisoner waiting on death row, knowing his final moment was planned.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, imagining the pee gushing out of him like it had yesterday. His bladder stirred a little, letting its contents advance until a tiny trickle ran out. At this rate it was going to take forever.
A knock on the bathroom door made him jump. He stepped out of the shower to avoid suspicion before giving a tentative “Yeah?”
“It’s me,” Tori said, her thick vocal fry suggesting she had just woken up, “Wanted to check on you and see if you had to go.”
He chuckled at his astounding good luck, but was still unable to bring himself to say yes. So close and yet so far.
Blessedly, she understood the silence. “Go ahead,” she muttered.
“Thanks.” He had never felt so childish as when needing his younger sister to intuit when he had to pee and give him permission. Still, he tore down his waistband and released into the toilet, the stream bubbling loudly enough to be heard through the door.
Tori said over the noise, “This is still the weirdest thing I’ve ever done, but you’re welcome. I’m going back to bed now.”
As his stream died down, his heart continued bursting with affection for her. She still had no idea what was going on and in no way was compelled to do that, but took it upon herself to look after him. Now freshly relieved and showering on schedule, the only thing on his mind was how he would ever show his gratitude.
Hopefully his sister’s good deed would get him through the day, however. He would have to be careful about his liquid intake lest that morning pee had just delayed the inevitable.
He sat by himself on the bus until his best friend Kyle got on.
“What’s up, brah?” Kyle said. He may have talked like a skateboard punk, and dressed like one, and occasionally acted out, but he had always stuck by Reese’s side.
Reese recalled one time shortly before his wet locker room chat with Mr. Ben that the two of them were riding the bus together then too. Kyle recounted, entirely unprompted, a story about playing in a tee-ball game. “I had been holding it for like, however many innings,” he had begun, “Until one of the parents saw how I was dancing around in the outfield. They told me to come out and go to the bathroom, and I almost got there before I was like ‘Uh-ohhh…psshhhh!’”
Reese just laughed, in a commiserating rather than teasing way. He could not summon up the courage to recount any of his own stories. He only revealed, “Yeah I’ve never played baseball but that’s happened to me a few times for other reasons.”
Kyle had told him that embarrassing, intricately-detailed story out of the blue. He was probably vaguely aware of Reese’s pee troubles, but Reese had never given specifics or been unlucky enough to have them get to his friend through gossip. Now that they were seniors, Kyle definitely deserved to know. It hurt Reese’s heart to grasp that he still did not have the guts to share such a vulnerability about himself, even to his best friend who had gone through a similar experience. There was even a good chance Reese would wet around him before this curse was lifted, and telling him of previous accidents ahead of time would dull the shock of it. But in the moment, even as guilt weighed on him, he was willing to take his chances by saying nothing.
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I wrote this as a response to the writing competition prompt (not to be included in the actual competition)
The Company Retreat
Lauren sighed wistfully as she rested her hands on the bathroom counter and looked herself over in the mirror. She told herself she wouldn’t let this happen, but the chemistry between her and her coworker, Mark, was undeniable, and the longer that this alcohol fueled company retreat went on, she began wonder how much longer they would be able to resist each other.
Feeling tingly from the affects of the alcohol she had consumed earlier, she pulled up her tight blue bikini bottom and draped her resort branded robe over her shoulders, tying it up at the front.
Earlier at brunch, over a few drinks, she and Mark had agreed to use their sauna vouchers together, it was something they had both always wanted to do after all, surely nothing wrong with a friendly steam.
Feeling naughty, Lauren almost crept through the halls of the resort until she reached the spa, where Mark was oh so casually waiting. They quietly checked in at the front desk and entered their respective locker rooms. Here, Lauren abandoned her robe and bikini in favor of a regular bath towel, then proceeded out in to the main area of the spa, where Mark was emerging on the other side. They made brief eye contact, then proceeded quickly to their assigned room, making sure that they weren’t seen before entering together.
Lauren felt a great sense of a relief as she and Mark took their seats in the sauna and chatted casually as they began to relax, despite the obvious tension hanging in the warm air. This being a quite mild “beginner” Sauna that was surely intended as more of a romantic social experience than an authentic sauna experience, they were scheduled for an hour.
Lauren nearly lost track of time as she and Mark chatted while nervously sipping from the carafes of water they had been left to avoid dehydration and by about the 30 minute mark, Lauren was certainly feeling a need to pee. This wasn’t surprising considering all the alcohol and water she had consumed, but she wasn’t concerned, she would go after another 30 minutes when she got back to the locker room.
With only 10 minutes remaining, Lauren was finding it difficult to remain engaged in the conversation. She was constantly squirming, talking fast, and barely listening to what Mark was saying. It was only 10 more minutes, but there was no sense sitting in such discomfort, so she told Mark she was going to take a quick break and step outside for a moment, before eagerly standing up and making for the sliding door.
As she approached, she was able to see a bit better through the foggy glass and her heart drop when she what was on the other side. A few of the companies senior managers were enjoying champagne in a hot tub just outside of the room she and Mark were in. The idea of them seeing her in just a towel horrified her, but even worse was the fact that if she slid the door open, there would be nowhere for Mark to hide, and their bosses would see them in there together.
She quickly retreated back to her seat and informed Mark what she had seen. They were hidden for now, but their session would end soon and surely the staff would come and kick them out. Lauren’s legs were now in flying in every which direction as her bladder was pounding, but she was hardly focused on that and much more worried about the situation at hand. She and Mark were basically silent as the clock ticket past 2:00, indicating the end of their session. They nervously awaited the humiliation, but the clocked ticked on, 2:03, 2:04, 2:05. Lauren stood up, causing a pang from her bladder, and leaned back toward the door and peeked out past the fog. The big wigs were still there, but no sign of any staff, and as she saw a red light on one of the other sauna’s across the spa, she realized something - they had never started the timer for the session, and the staff had likely completely forgotten about them.
Lauren’s mind raced as she relayed what she had learned to Mark, who didn’t seem to be nearly as relieved as she thought he would be. On one hand, she was incredibly relieved to have avoided the humiliation she had resigned herself to experiencing, on the other hand, her bladder was no once again on the forefront of her mind. She was trapped indefinitely in a small room with her coworker, and she REALLY needed to go to the bathroom. Being naked in a towel certainly wasn’t helping matters.
Letting out a huff she sat back down and crossed her legs, staring longingly at the drain in the corner of the room. Time crawled by as the conversation between Lauren and Mark grinded to an awkward halt. Lauren’s mind was racing with solutions as her bladder inflated past the point of discomfort and in to emergency territory. It had been a long time since she’d needed to go this badly. She rubbed her sweat covered thighs together under her towel and looked longingly up at the ceiling.
Time continued to crawl on. Lauren was constantly peeking out the window of the small room, praying each time that she would discover the managers had left and that she would finally be freed from this torture. As a mounting pressure continued to pound on her sphincter, she resolved to take this 5 minutes at a time. She would count to 350, then check to see if the managers had left, so that she wasn’t constantly getting up and really getting herself in to a panic.
241, 242…. 24…3 Lauren gasped and bent over as she felt a leak dribble out in to her towel. She let out a moan and hunched over before jumping up, pacing quickly in a circle and then rushing to the window, horrified to see that the damn managers were still just outside, with seemingly no intention of moving.
“Are they still there?” she heard Mark groan from behind her. Spinning around to face him, making eye contact for the first time in a while, she noticed that Mark too was hunched over, and she could only see one of his arms, the other apparently under his towel.
“Um, yeah…” she responded, stumbling back to her seat
“Jesus Lauren” Mark gasped “I’m sorry about this but God, I just have to do this, I’m so sorry”
Lauren looked on as Mark stood up and hobbled past her, she could he tell he was slightly parting his towel in front of him as he sank to his knees in front of the drain and almost immediately Lauren heard a rush of liquid erupt from him and begin splattering in to the drain.
The sound, oh god the sound, she tried to quickly grab herself, but Lauren was unable to reach her frantic aching pussy in time due to the tightness of the towel she was wrapped up in and a jet of hot pee shot out, wetting the towel under her. She quickly stood up and burried her hand in her crotch “Oh God” she groaned.
Mark didn’t even notice, his stream going on, and on, and on until finally calming down in to a few short final blasts. As he stood up and re secured the towel around his waste, Lauren finally made her move. She absolutely could not wait any longer. Trying to use the towel to shield herself as best she could, she dropped in a low squat and erupted in to the drain, moaning as she let out the longest most urgent piss she had ever taken. She kept her eyes closed as, like Mark’s, her stream went on and on and on before finally tapering off. Blushing wildly, she opened her eyes and saw Mark standing by the door trying to look away but clearly in shock.
“Hey” he said, glancing back out the window “Looks like they finally left” |
The First One
The next day, I was working by myself from noon to close. I intentionally avoided too many liquids on days that I worked, except for the monster that gets me through the day.
I took one last pee before I left. I stood in the mirror and put my curly orange hair up in a messy bun, then headed over there. My first inkling of an urge to urinate came at about 5:00. It was dull, barely noticeable. I cracked open my energy drink and finished it by 6:30. Some more time passed and I got bored. I decided to have a snack, and I got a slushie to go with it. My better instincts told me I shouldn’t, but I thought it’d be better than being thirsty all night.
An hour and a half went by and it had more than caught up with me. My bladder had filled to a pretty uncomfortable degree. It being pretty slow, I was sat on a bucket by the door, jiggling my crossed legs.
The door opened, jingling a bell above it. I got up and stood at the counter, dancing subtly.
“That it for you?” I asked, as a couple of guys dropped some snacks on the counter.
“Marlboro Reds, too, please,” one of them said. As I walked over to get it, a wave of urgency hit me and I stuck my butt out a bit, pressing my thighs together. Since I was facing away from them, I winced quietly, then tried to look as casual as I could going back over to them.
I sighed as they left, putting a hand between my legs to press on my crotch and play with my waistband.
Time dragged on and on. I wandered aimlessly around the store, trying to distract myself. If I had to, I would’ve put myself at an 8/10, a 10 being my absolute maximum capacity. By the time 9:00 came around, I was dying. My stomach poked out like I’d swallowed a melon. “Ughh…” I groaned as I crossed my legs and bent over a little, rubbing my belly. I was really uncomfortable. I needed to pee in a toilet so badly. It was beginning to become impossible not to show any signs of how badly I needed to pee when customers came in. Most people just seemed a little annoyed when I was short and distant, if they seemed anything at all. When I was ringing this lady up and it felt like it was suddenly going to squirt out, I lurched forward for a second before forcing myself upright, pressing my thighs together and squirming around. She looked at me like I was crazy. I told her her total and bit my lip as she slowly counted out the change. I leaned against the counter and forced my legs apart, holding my breath and trying to seem like I wasn’t holding in enough pee to fill a swimming pool. When she left, I started marching around, retreating to the back where I could writhe and squirm openly.
A wave came and I started hopping around, squeezing my pussy. That’s when another customer came in. I groaned inwardly and went out there, stepping around behind the counter as casually as I could.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom?” they asked me as I rang them up.
“I’m just bored,” I laughed, my cheeks turning red.
It got to a point where it was less of coming in waves and more of a constant, unwavering sensation of pressure and discomfort. I decided I couldn’t sit down anymore. I got up and paced (or more accurately, hobbled) with my hands cradling my swollen bladder, sometimes taking a second to stand there squirming.
I went to the front and leaned against the counter. I was writhing my hips around with my legs crossed and my tensed thighs squished tightly together, taking deep, careful breaths so as to not increase the pressure on my bulging urinary organ. It was already being constricted by the waistband of my jeans. I couldn’t believe how badly I needed to urinate. I couldn’t stand it.
A really small amount of urine leaked out. “Nnngh-!” I whined, squeezing my pussy as the urge to urinate hit an all-time high intensity. “Hnn…!” I squeezed my vagina and frantically squirmed on the spot. I didn’t notice how badly I was sweating until I wiped my forehead. I glanced at the clock. There were only twenty more minutes until 10:00, closing time when I was lucky. I decided closing early wouldn’t annoy my parents too badly. Plus, I was about to explode.
I started walking gingerly over to the door, bent at the hips to avoid squishing my severely distended bladder. Every step was a pang of discomfort. When I was almost there, a group of inebriated, obnoxious college kids came in, talking and laughing, in no kind of rush to get their things and leave. I felt like crying. I acted like I was fixing something on the shelf, then shuffled my way to the back where no one could see me double over and hold myself.
“Fffffuck…” I was frozen until it almost came spurting out. I gasped and jerked my ass out, grabbing madly at my crotch. I whimpered and I stuck my hands down the front of my pants, squeezing my vagina and rubbing my thighs together like a cricket.
I peed a little directly into my hands, this time enough to wet the crotch of my underwear and make it warm. “Mmmph!” I whined, gripping myself for dear life, frantically trying to keep all the liquid inside of me contained. My urethra was full of urine, barely held in by my fingers digging into me. I was beginning to seriously consider that porta-potty, but right as the thought popped into my head, I heard someone at the counter.
I took a deep breath and steeled myself. When I took my hands out of my underwear, my body released that last bit of urine and wet my underwear even more. I could feel it spreading to my butt. I was too nervous to check the damage. Bent over, I wiped my hands off on a roll of paper towels and stiffly went up to the front.
I usually do, but I didn’t say anything to the customer as I rang their things up. I was in pain. The walls of my bladder were being stretched way past my limit. I decided as soon as I was done taking care of this customer, I’d give the porta-potty a chance.
“Are you alright?” he asked me. His friends were all around him.
My cheeks felt hot. “Y-yeah!” I lied, unable to keep my legs from dancing around below me. I was trembling from head to toe. I couldn’t untense my urethra, thighs, or my ass. My bladder was about to explode.
“I can wait if you want to run to the bathroom,” he said, making a couple of his friends chuckle. I wanted to die. There were five of them in total, most of which seemed to have things to buy.
I finished the first one, but the second guy had even more to buy. I was so uncomfortable and frustrated that I could feel tears coming. I wiped them off before they left my eyes.
As I counted out the second person’s change, a bit of urine trickled out of my straining, burning urethra for a couple of seconds. I couldn’t choke back the whimper I made as I lurched forward, almost dropping the money and holding myself. It took everything I had not to squeeze my crotch right there. I couldn’t remember a time when I needed to piss so badly. I was absolutely dying.
“Hey, we can put all our stuff on one card to make it go quicker,” one person said, putting their things on the counter.
“Yo, I can’t afford that!”
“I’ll pay you back,” they muttered. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even say anything. I was holding my breath, trying to get them out of there as fast as I could before I sprinted behind the building. Hell, at this point, I would piss behind a bush.
“T-thirty one- s-seventy…” I stuttered. As they stuck the card in the chip reader, urine started to trickle out of me. I locked my legs together and jolted my hips around, trying to hold myself together while I stemmed the stream, but it wasn’t stopping. As the liquid started to spread down my thighs, I stuck my hands between my thighs and squeezed my vagina, writhing on the spot. It wasn’t enough. It grew to a hiss, rapidly darkening the crotch of my tight, pale blue jeans, streaking dark and obviously down my inner legs. “Nnnooo—!” I whined, twisting up like a pretzel as it dripped from my pants, pooling at my feet. They were all watching me, shocked.
“Brooo…” one of them said, grabbing their things and leaving.
“Please don’t tell the name of the store to anyone you tell about this…” I said quietly, urine pattering to the floor. “There aren’t a lot of people who work here.”
Most of them laughed uncomfortably. One of them said “I wasn’t going to tell anybody.”
I was left standing there, bright red in the face, emptying my overfull bladder into my pants. Even though I wasn’t able to fully drain myself into my pants, there was so much liquid. It spread from the huge puddle beneath me into the back room.
I walked stiffly in my squelching shoes over to the door, which I locked and flipped the OPEN sign on. I mopped up my pee and skipped the nightly routine, taking a bunch of paper towels from the bathroom to sit on while I drove home. I held myself almost the whole way, my tired urethra not happy with holding in my bladder any longer.
It was a cold, wet walk to my apartment. I closed the door behind me and went straight to the bathroom, where I ran the shower and stripped naked. I stood there holding my crotch and dancing, determined to save water like I usually was when I took a shower. As soon as the water was finally warm enough, I got in and opened the floodgates, finally completely emptying my tortured bladder. I sighed, leaning my head against the wall. I wanted to forget that day.
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The Second One
It was the end of another pee-filled workday at my parent’s store. I parked my car with my hand between my thighs, hurried up the stairs as fast as I could, and bolted to the toilet. I was desperate, but it wasn’t so urgent this time that I didn’t have time to close the door and kick off my shoes. In the same vein, I was still wholeheartedly committed to the preservation of my water bill, continuing to retain my liquid waste as I ran the shower and pulled my clothes off. Naked, I held myself as I hopped around and danced crazily, impatiently checking the water every thirty seconds or so as it crawled from ice cold to lukewarm.
Suddenly, I heard my doorbell. I was confused until I got a call from my friend. I picked up.
“I’m so sorry, I totally forgot!” I said, squeezing my crotch and squirming. “I’m in the shower, I’ll be right out. Use the key under the mat and make yourself at home!”
The phone call ended. I straddled the wall of the tub with my legs, scooting my pussy into it like mad, until the water was barely tolerable enough for me to get in. I exploded immediately, splattering hot yellow liquid between my feet. I let out a sigh of relief, pressing my hand over my deflating organ. I was eager to finish up in there, looking forward to a night of drinking with my friend.
. . .
I groggily woke up on my own couch, my mouth dry and my bladder about ready to explode. I glanced at the clock. It was about ten minutes after I was supposed to be at work.
I sat upright, the room still spinning a bit. “Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed, frantically pulling my pajamas off while I bolted into my room. I hopped around and held myself while I got my work clothes on. Finally, I was in the bathroom, potty dancing as I put toothpaste on my toothbrush. I sat down, loudly pissed while I brushed my teeth, then put my hair up and left.
Halfway there, I realized something. I was parched. I hadn’t drank much of anything besides alcohol in the past nine hours and I needed water ASAP. This would obviously be problematic, but even as I got to the store and made a beeline for the fountain drinks, draining a big gulp filled with water like I had just completed a marathon, I had no solution in mind for the inevitable desperation I’d encounter.
I wiped my mouth and sighed. It felt so good to quench my thirst. I went through another cup of water as I went through my routine and sat down behind the register. My belly was full of cold liquid.
After about an hour, I started to feel it. I was worried. I’d be damned if I pee’d my pants again. It wasn’t going to happen. Today was the day I faced my aversion to the shit box outside. Either that, or I’d have to wait until it’s dark and urinate on the side of the building.
Thirty minutes went by and I had been getting squirmy. I had had enough emergencies to know that the volume of liquid I’d consumed, coupled with the low amount of time it took me to consume it, a sudden spike in urgency was right around the corner.
I swayed my butt side to side as I rang this customer up. The line behind him was pretty long, but it wasn’t anything unusual. As I bagged his things, it was like a gallon of liquid suddenly dropped into my already full bladder. I lurched forward a bit, pressing my thighs together as waves of discomfort radiated through me. I stood awkwardly until the last person in line was checked out, my bladder pulsing with discomfort and urgency.
When everyone was gone, I pressed my fingertips into my coochie as I rushed outside. I opened the door to the porta-potty, immediately assaulted by the smell of waste and some poor attempt at odor management by a somewhat minty scent. I gagged, pulling my shirt over my nose as I stood there for a minute, holding myself and pee dancing. Balling up my fists in determination, I held my breath, rushed inside, and dropped my pants. I hovered high above the seat, straining to push my pee out. I seriously had to go, but I couldn’t get it out. I was too far out of my element. I wasn’t breathing, but it was almost like I could still smell it. The air was hot. My lungs were tightening before I even started to go and it was a dribble, at that. I had to breathe. But when I inhaled, I really thought I was going to throw up. I ended up clenching my stream (painfully, I might add), yanking my jeans up, and busting through the door, gasping for clean air while I gripped between my legs like a vice. I hopped around, grabbing at myself like crazy. I crossed my legs tight and doubled over, groaning and jerking my hips around. I can’t go in that thing again. I’m gonna have to pee outside. Which means I’m probably gonna have to wait until it got dark.
Wait… Fuck. It’s currently 6:30. Close to a few hours before the sun even started to set. I really don’t think I can wait that long. I’m dying as it is…
The back of the store wasn’t very private. There were adjacent businesses that could be watching me struggle to contain my pee. On that thought, I ducked into the backroom to squirm.
As the extreme urinary urgency and intense discomfort in my urethra from the interruption of a urine stream somewhat subsided, I wracked my brain for an alternative way of relief. If the back room had a door, I could consider pissing into a cup.
I squeezed my crotch with one hand, rubbing my thighs together with the hand that wasn’t straightening up a shelf. I was tasking myself with unnecessary things just to stay busy, desperate for a distraction. I was so uncomfortable. My bladder felt like a tight balloon ready to pop.
Ding. Customers. Now I had to act casual.
I steeled myself, forcing my hands to my sides as I went out to the register.
While I was checking them out, I suddenly couldn’t stand still. A wave hit and I felt like a moment of stillness would make the pee squirt out of me.
“You good?” he asked me.
“Yeah,” I breathed anxiously, trying to force my dancing body still while my face felt hotter and hotter. I couldn’t look at him. “Haveagoodday!” blurted out before turning on my heel and booking it into the back room, where I hopped around and squeezed my crotch like a crazy person. I tossed a leg up onto the table and grinded into the corner, completely overwhelmed with desperation. I had to piss so fucking bad I couldn’t stand it.
Somebody tapped the bell to let me know they’re there, as if I didn’t see them. Even in my desperate delirium, I was annoyed by it. I tried, but I was literally unable to stand idly for a while. I could not keep still to save my life. I was dying. Eventually, I was somewhat composed enough. I took a deep breath and carefully hobbled to the front.
This person was the last customer in the store. As soon as they were done with, I was going to lock the door and empty my bladder into a big gulp.
I was bent at the hips, my thighs squished together as tight as they could be. My bladder was bulging like crazy, stretching with my waistband to encompass the extreme volume of liquid I was struggling to contain. I was jerking my hips around in response to intense, intermittent pangs of pressure. Still, I was determined to hold it. I had to. I was too close to relief to quit now.
I scanned her things one after another, my hands clearly trembling. My breath was bated. I was in so much pain.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” she asked.
At this point, why lie? “I’m just about to run to the bathroom,” I chuckled anxiously, frantically bagging her things as I felt myself starting to lose composure. It felt like I was about to pee myself. Not again… I thought miserably, then shook it out of my head. I’m not gonna piss my pants. I’m not gonna pee myself. I’m gonna hold it in. I’m gonna…
“You hurry along to the bathroom, now,” the lady said, turning to leave. I went to get a cup, but hesitated. I had to go to the bathroom or else this old lady was going to know I’m peeing in a cup.
I went into the back room, stuffed my hands inside my underwear, and danced frantically in place. Like, ten seconds. Ten seconds and I can get a cup… It felt like I was gonna lose it. I started scanning the room for something else. Nothing other than the corner, really.
I took off running, ready to not even bother to lock the door. I suddenly stopped in my tracks, yanking my hands out of my pants. Ding. A big group of teenagers. A little bit came out right there.
I clutched myself in misery as I rushed back into the back room, my eyes tearing and my body trembling. My pee dance was frantic. The bulging basin of liquid inside of me was radiating agony. I didn’t know what to do. It started to come out and I stuck my hands into my pants again, pissing all over my fingers as I saturated my underwear with a four-second long leak. “Hnng…” I choked back a whine, my bladder contracting violently and with screaming urgency. My urethra was stinging badly. In probably the most desperate state I’d ever been in in my life, I took off sprinting toward the porta-potty, my hands still directly gripping my pussy. The movement made the huge volume of liquid slosh around inside my tortured bladder, overstretched and constrained uncomfortably by the waistband of my shorts.
Halfway there, it started coming out and I couldn’t stop it. I squealed nervously a little, but I kept running, urine coming out in hard spurts with every step. The fabric of my shorts were darkening. Hot piss started streaming down my legs. I swung the door of the porta-potty open, but by then it was coming out full force with an audible hiss. I groaned miserably, pulling my hands out of my underwear and just letting it go. I didn’t want to go inside that thing, and now I guess I didn’t need to. “Fuck me,” I swore, spreading my legs apart a little more. I could feel my bloated bladder empty, relief spreading throughout the area, but I was too frustrated and humiliated to enjoy it. I was pissed off, too. At this store, and at myself for letting this happen again. |
Hello, this is my debut story for Omarashi. I haven’t written normal fiction, let alone… This kind of writing for many years, so I’m quite rusty and am using my vocabulary as a crutch.
I wish to make it very clear that this story is predominantly focused on pooping, poop desperation, poop anxiety and poop embarrassment, and will contain little to no messing or wetting.
You are not only welcomed but invited to make any criticism with any aspect of my story, including the themes I’ve included or not included and things you’d like to read more of.
Without further ado, please enjoy the first chapter of my story.
Chapter One (864 words, poop warning):
It looked back up at her. A congealed mass of compressed, knobbly nuggets bound together tightly, like a black pudding bound in string from a deli, marinating in a pool of rich yellow. Just as large and just as dark, but far from appetizing. The cause of much abdominal pain and ‘bottled up stress’ had finally left her body, but not without a fight. She bore down over the glorified ditch of a public squat toilet with all the force her body could muster to birth it. And it was this almost maternal disposition that caused her to hesitate kicking the flush to be rid of the monstrosity that weighed down on her heavily for the past four days. And her swollen gut was gratuitously grateful to be freed of its colossal burden and to be exorcised of the demon it had imprisoned for far too long.
After this brief lapse in her hasty disposal, she kicked the lever and watched as the weak stream slowly but surely ferried her grotty monster into the Styx of the city sewers, or so she thought. Her huge business poked its unsightly head out of the basin, clinging for life, but even a second barrage of water wouldn’t loosen its hold.
This was a common scenario for Samantha, or Sam as she prefers to be called, who covered her hand with toilet paper, prepared to get her hands dirty. She wanted to ensure no one else laid witness to her excruciating bowel-ache made manifest, lest she die of embarrassment. But there was nothing else she could do. She was thankful that walls were obscuring the two embarrassing sights of her big arse bent over, as well as what came out of it. As she carefully maneuvered her thick stool out of the basin. Despite being saturated by water, it remained dry and hard. She laid it back on the upper level and began carefully disassembling her bowel movement, meticulously breaking off nuggets and chunks to ensure it could safely pass to the other side. Doing it so often made her quite skilled at disemboweling her massive solid shits, and it was a necessity for times like this. After she finished the summary execution of her disobedient log, she kicked down on the lever a third and final time with excessive force and anger, uttering an unwomanly grunt in frustration.
She hated using public toilets. You would be hard asked to find anyone who does like using public toilets outside of voyeurs and exhibitionists. But for her, it was still preferable than using either the home or school toilets. Home life was busy, she would rarely get a break or a moment to herself alone, crammed in a tiny house with her mother, father and two younger half-brothers. She is even forced to share a bedroom with her mother, with only screens as a dividing wall for privacy, as the new living arrangement required. Her mother and father refuse to sleep in the same room, let alone the same bed, meaning she can’t get the space, privacy and sanctuary a young woman requires. And at school, aside from being shy, she quickly became enemies with the janitor a few weeks ago, who walked in on her washing her hands and then began to clean the Western style toilets. After this, Sam quickly fled the scene just as the janitor discovered the brutal murder of one of the school toilets, which had choked to death on a reeking brick of waste. And it didn’t take much imagination for the cleaner to guess who the wide-bottomed suspect was.
Before leaving, Sam checked to ensure the toilet was in an immaculate state, despite it being far from perfect when she first entered in the first place. There was no stain, except the stain on her soul for her proclivity to filling the sewer system with so many ungodly monsters, it would make From Software feel inadequate.
She opened the door and began to depart when she saw a slim, blonde woman in a pink cardigan and white skirt, who was tiny in comparison. She was clutching her crotch. It appeared the stall next to her was occupied, and, customarily for any public toilet, one of them was out of order, although strangely, the door was closed and locked, marked as occupied. Before she could think too much about it, the woman said thank you and squeezed past her. Even though the evidence was gone and it wasn’t a particularly pungent birth this time, Sam couldn’t bring herself to even wash her hands, despite them intimately fondling her filth, with only cheap, low quality single ply toilet paper with the consistency of sandpaper between them. She caught a glimpse of herself, with her long, tattered dyed jet black hair and her imperfect pale white complexion contrasted by her Gothic black, immodest dress and felt sick just looking at herself in the mirror. She quickly darted out of the bathroom, knowing for certain that the woman must have heard the multiple flushes. It isn’t rude to assume that multiple flushes is indicative of a massive turd that won’t go down without a fight. |
Hello again, I’ve finished the next two chapters of the story. But now, I’ve come to a dillema. I have written lots of exposition and world building, as well as fleshing out characters. But there is a problem with this, the word count and, I’m sure many of you aren’t here for ordinary literature.
The next two chapters do not feature any messing/poop content, and Chapter Two doesn’t feature any fetish material at all. If you’re willing to read it in spite of that, I’ve opted to keep it in. However, if you couldn’t give a shit and you’re here for the piss, feel free to skip the chapter entirely. I hope 2,000 words is well worth the wait for its messy, pissy finale.
Once again, criticism is encouraged, I’ll take all criticism to heart, in a good way, and hopefully use it to improve my writing and highlight what you wish to see the most. For messing/poop enjoyers, fear not, I’m going straight back to it after this, but I will now also focus on wetting/piss to cater to a wider audience.
Pro tip: Ctrl + F is your friend, press that and input your favored excretion words and you should find exactly what you’re looking for.
Chapter Two (1536 words, no Omarashi fetish content, feel free to skip):
Relieved of aching bowels, Sam felt a gurgling in her stomach. This time it wasn’t because she was full, but because she was now empty. On one hand, she didn’t want to waste her hard earned money on fast food, especially being intimately familiar with the shenanigans in the kitchen of a chain-restaurant, but she couldn’t so easily make anything at home. And any food she bought for herself must be eaten the same day, lest her father dishes it up for her two half-brothers. The thought of them benefiting from her in any way at all propelled her voluptuous legs as fast as possible to buy a takeaway sandwich.
An ache and twinge in her bowel, even though she just emptied herself, pleaded with her, telling her that a footlong grilled cheese and meatball sandwich was going to give her hell three days down the track, when she inevitably buckles over a toilet with her head turning purple, but by the time she made it to the front of the lineup, it was too late.
“What can I get you?” asked the surly boy, with the collar of his uniform lopsided.
“Uhh…” Sam paused, ogling a menu of many interesting, gut-clogging choices. “I’ll have the grilled cheese and meatball deluxe with added onion and garlic.”
The boy input the order into the register and repeated the price, “That’ll be six do-”
“The footlong, I meant, sorry,” Sam clarified. “Oh and I’ll also have a chocolate donut and… A water. Thank you.”
The boy looked puzzled, almost as if offended by her order, quickly glancing at the little pot belly she had, bulging slightly out of her lovely tight black dress, perhaps too tight, and he replied, “Is-is that all?”
Sam nearly turned red, taking his momentary glance and question as an attack on her corpulent figure, “Excuse me?”
“That is all then? Sorry, you just took a while making up your mind and you kept adding items to your order, that’s all,” he panicked, with plausible deniability. “Alright, twelve dollars.”
She calmed down. She was used to prejudice and occasionally, open hostility from people, so she assumed the worst. Unbeknown to him, and it would have been prudent for her to point this out, this meal would be the only thing she ate today. Because in a few hours, she would have to go home and get ready for her own grind, frying chicken at a slightly higher grade restaurant.
Once she got her order, she sat at a table to herself right in the corner. And any looks she got from people, disparaging or otherwise, she would be able to stare back down. She began hoeing into her sandwich, being careful not to burn her mouth, which she occasionally doused out with water, a healthy choice, to make up for her addition of a donut. She was eating incredibly quickly and wasn’t chewing properly, and is part of the reason she can’t… pass her digested food very well. As well as her irregularity and severe stress. In the mere minutes it took for her to wolf down her meal, she made the donut disappear in a flash and walked out with the remaining half of her water.
Walking back home at 3:15 PM, she was startled as her phone rang. And she prepared herself for the obligatory question from Beth.
“Where were you today!?” Beth demanded. “You subjected me to Markus and his cringelord girlfriend dancing and singing in performance class today. Alone!”
“I kind of anticipated they would be doing their anime routine today, that’s part of the reason I didn’t show up…” Sam paused. “The other part of the reason is that I don’t feel like wasting my time learning bullshit that I won’t even need a year from now.”
“Just remember that all of us are here because we fucked up last year,” Beth replied.
“Yeah, I didn’t care about high school and I certainly don’t care about an entire school dedicated to year 13 fuckups,” Sam retaliated.
“Oh come on… Well if I can’t see you at school, can I see you out some time with Trixie?” she pleaded.
“You know where I work, you can always stop by. I’ll wave.”
“Yeah, you’re in the kitchen, not serving. I mean to meet you, if I just wanted to see you I’d just look at your school photo mugshot,” Beth stopped as she heard the calamity of Sam dropping her water bottle in shock, spilling it everywhere, unable to salvage the rest.
“Don’t look at that! You made me spill!” Sam decried.
“Oops!” Beth chuckled. “Did baby Sammy wet herself?”
“What??” Sam outraged. “No, my water! Look, I’ll talk to you later,”
“No wa-” Beth’s last words were as Sam ended the call and put her phone away, now steps away from the house.
It was a suburban dream come true, which is the antithesis of what Sam grew up with. She hated the nosy, busy-body neighbors, she hated the door-knockers but worst of all, she hated her father. But she wasn’t unjustified in her hatred.
“Ahh, you’re back a little early from school don’t you think, Samantha?” her father aggravated the second he got the opportunity. His two sons giggled in hostile agreement.
“Yes, well didn’t I tell you that I have work today? Jack?” she replied.
When Jack refused the most basic respect in calling Sam by her preferred nickname, it was par for the course. But when she called him by his name and not as ‘dad’ or ‘father’ there would be hell to pay, as she could see on his subtle frown.
“Of course, Sam… At 4 PM. You only need to leave 30 minutes before the end of school to get back early enough to get ready,” he replied.
“I did.”
“Well, unless your teachers are a bunch of lying crooks, no you didn’t. In fact, you didn’t even show up today,” her dad stated.
“Ok? And!?” she began to raise her voice, just as Jack signaled the boys to go into the lounge room with their after-school snack, consisting of the chocolate bars Sam stashed away but he somehow found. “I’m a 19 year old fully grown woman. And I can make my own choices.”
He slowly walked up to her, threateningly, but he coyly smiled with his palms open to her when he noticed her backing away in a panic. “Yes, a 19 year old woman who lives under my roof, and is so ungrateful to me for enrolling you at your last chance at a decent life.”
“You’re threatening to kick me out again, is that it?” Sam asked.
“Oh, absolutely not! You’re my daughter. But only because the DNA test proves it,” he replied. “But there is a choice. I can call the school now, I can withdraw you if that’s your wish… But, once I do that, I’ll be expecting rent from you.”
“That’s completely unfair.”
“It’s NOT UNF-” her dad yelled, but stopped as he realized Jaden, the youngest of the family, came up and pled.
“Please don’t fight with Sam, we don’t like it when you fight,” he asked.
“Jaden. It isn’t a fight it’s just a little misunderstanding. It’s grown up business.” he replied. “I’ll be in with you soon.”
Jaden happily walked back into the lounge room, presumably to play more games with Mick, his elder by four years.
“Stop infantilizing him, he’s twelve, he should know what’s going on,” Sam spat.
“On the contrary, neither of them need to know of the problems you manufacture entirely on your own. It’s quite simple, Sam. You are my daughter. As my daughter, you are welcome under my roof rent free and with much love, and in return, you continue your education, or hell, at least pretend better. But if you throw that all away to work some dead-end job, then you’re a lodger.”
A momentary diatribe once meant to emotionally manipulate Sam into doing his bidding was no longer useful, and she could see through it. He could tell just by looking her in the eyes that his old tricks weren’t working anymore.
“Daughter or lodger? Which is it?” Jack demanded.
The stand-off between them lasted until Jack heard Jaden getting boisterous and upset playing a game with Mick, who never went easy on him.
“Do better,” he spoke a final time as he went to wrangle the kids.
“Oh, I will…” Sam spoke under her breath.
Her bowels may have been taken care of, but her bladder was starting to fill up with the bottled water she drank earlier. As well as the soda she had as a morning pick-me-up, a very unhealthy breakfast drink to be sure. But there was no time, she only had a few minutes to slip into her uniform and quickly wipe off her makeup, as the kitchen she worked at would melt it off otherwise. She was thankful to still be able to have eyeliner at the very least, but the black bags under her eyes from a lack of sleep would then be visible. Thankfully, her long black hair was already in a ponytail, so aside from her uniform, she was set.
Chapter Three (2,680 words):
The same day, when Sam arrived at work ten minutes late in her uniform, which included white jeans that unfortunately made Sam’s behind appear monstrously bigger, she was immediately directed to the grill by her manager.
“Come on, you’ve given Toby too much work to do on his own,” he scolded.
As she didn’t have the time at home, she intended to quickly use the restroom before her bladder became a problem. But that was thrown aside as she was caught by her manager.
“It’s not exactly busy in here right now,” Sam indicated, pointing to the grand sum of two people lined up and the five other patrons who have actually bothered staying inside the restaurant to eat their meals instead of making a beeline for their cars to take off back home.
“It’s Friday night, it isn’t busy right now but it will be very soon.”
She got to the grill and noticed her mistake for showing up late, the chicken Toby was attempting to multi-task was charcoaled and no longer edible to a starving dog, let alone paying customers. And suddenly, there was a familiar twinge in her bladder as she slowly clamped her legs together. All that water and soda she had in her adventure about town, truanting from the last chance year 13 school her father enrolled her in, was prodding her abdomen for release. But her pelvic muscles were strong, and it would need to do more than just knock at her front door to be allowed out.
She ignored the urge and went back to work. As she took the burnt chicken to the bin near the back, but she was overtaken by one of the teenage staff members precariously zooming past her with a bucket of hot oil, bumping into her but luckily still clinging to the bucket, and only a minor splash hit the floor.
“Out of the way fatty!” she remarked.
Sam gasped in disgust and, once she disposed of the chicken, took it up with the manager.
“Yes, she understands something that you can’t seem to comprehend. Haste,” he replied.
“There is haste, and then there are blatantly unsafe work practices. And what about her verbal abuse? No one should have to put up with that.”
“She has had a long day…” the manager replied, clearly covering for her either because he likes her, because she’s younger, or because of a combination of both, and Sam looked up to his brow, with one wrinkle, and realized how gross the mere thought was. “Besides, when someone is carrying a bucket of oil, you should step aside.”
“She came from behind me and didn’t give me any warning,” she added.
“Stop complaining, get back to work. Oh and look,” he said as he pointed to the serving area. In the span of ten minutes, the lineup tripled in size. “You still have an oil spill to mop up. Quickly.”
An hour later, the kitchen became a horror show, and Sam’s bladder was full. So much that she carefully swayed from side to side. To anyone paying attention, it was clear that she was holding something in, but luckily for her, everyone’s eyes, stinging from the heat and burning oil, darted around violently back and forth between the orders and their stations.
In spite of her predicament, Samantha was making perfectly grilled chicken and would often wait for more orders, bottle-necked by the rest of the ‘crew’ as the manager liked to refer to them as. Every opportunity to go to the toilet was foiled as a new order came in demanding more chicken, and she couldn’t possibly let Toby do it on his own. But her need was getting more dire, as she started gyrating her hips around, distracting her from her piss-filled belly.
“Hey uhh, Toby?” she muttered. He didn’t say anything, but he was listening. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom could you cover for me?”
“You should have gone before starting, you’ve only got a three hour shift, I’m here all night,” Toby replied. He was one of the only staff members Sam could get on with, hence why she only remembers his name. She didn’t want to stress him out anymore than he already was. But if she didn’t go now, it wasn’t another oil spill the cleanup crew would have to worry about. “Keep holding, in two more hours you’ll be able to go home and take a nice big dump.”
Sam blushed and blared, “It’s not that! I just need a wee.”
She was embarrassed having to tell him of her need at all, but for him to assume she needed to do the more solid need lit her cheeks up like brake lights, and made her feel like crawling into a hole and rotting. And it wasn’t helped by his next comment.
“If it’s just that, how come you always take so long in there? If you need to… you know... you can be honest with me.” he stated, almost creepily.
“It’s harder to hold your bladder than your bowels for three hours, Toby,” she retaliated.
She felt ashamed for even asking in the first place, and especially for not obfuscating her urinary need with some other menial kitchen task. She then heard him giggle.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
Then he started chuckling, “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed you know.”
That comment hit her like a silent truck in the dead of night. And she didn’t know exactly how to take it.
“Go now, don’t worry, I’m not too bad on the grill… Am I? I’m sure someone would have loved eating my Coal Chicken Supreme!” he joked.
Sam’s face lit up, not from embarrassment this time. He made her night slightly better, even if it was a roller-coaster of emotions for her. She said thanks and then, as sneakily as her large frame could be, walked to the bathroom.
But a coworker stopped her with a plea.
“Please… I’m behind. Can you take this order to the front, you just need fries and a soda to finish it off.” he asked, visibly distressed from overwork. He had one of the hardest jobs in the kitchen, making the souvlakis and wraps. She couldn’t help but pity him more than her full bladder. So she took the two slightly burnt souvlakis, got the chips and soda, brought it to the front and announced the order number. And it was none other than Beth who came to collect it.
Beth, with dyed lime green hair parted to the left, and a buzzcut on the right, dressed in a short-skirt, black stockings and huge boots, as well as a scruffy, damaged band shirt greeted Sam with a smile from her pierced lips.
“I thought I’d come here on the off-chance of seeing you and you’re the one to bring my order out to me, how sweet,” Beth cheered.
“Hi Beth! I’m sorry about not coming to school today but, you know… I didn’t want to be subjected to cringe. Where’s Madis- uhh, Trixie?”
“She said she didn’t like fried chicken and said it gives her the ‘screaming shits’ so she didn’t want to come,” Beth replied. “Oh and you nearly slipped up there, you know how mad she gets when you call her Madison.”
“Well if it plays hell on her little belly it’s not my fault, I make sure it’s thoroughly cooked. And I can’t help it, Madison was her name at the start of the year, and she still hasn’t legally changed it yet. Is it just a phase?” Sam asked.
“Oh it’s definitely a phase… But it’s one that doesn’t look like it’s ever going to end.”
Samantha had no friends going to that school for year 13 ‘fuckups’ and she only found Beth and Trixie by chance, both of whom were inseparable and went to school with each other ever since elementary. Sam had very few friends, and was absolutely thrilled to know that Beth went out of her way for Sam, with little odds of seeing her. It meant a lot, but she couldn’t stay and chat, not only was her bladder bursting but orders were also piling up one after the other as she could see thirteen people waiting.
“Hey Beth, I have to go back to the kitchen… Busy night,” Sam spoke, seeing Beth’s smile flip around. “I’ll see you at school?”
“You better show up, you and Trixie are the only fucking people keeping me there honestly,” Beth replied.
Sensing a minor meltdown incoming, Sam tried to quickly diffuse the situation.
“D-don’t worry, Dad’s not happy with me and he’s forcing me to go. I’m showing up whether I like it or not.”
“That’s good. He must really be looking out for you,” Beth smiled as she waved goodbye.
“No he isn’t” Sam said to herself, stopping herself from saying it out loud. There were still some things she didn’t tell her only two school friends yet but she thought she’d leave it for another time.
After she finished that, her urge subsided momentarily and she thought she better get back and check on Toby.
“You were quick this time, that’s a first,” he teased.
“I didn’t go, someone needed help, I took an order to the front and thought I’d come back to help you out.”
“I’m doing alright at the mome-” he paused as he looked over at the screen indicating new orders. In the short time she was gone, eight new orders piled up on each other.
“The manager’s right, this is going to be a busy night,” Sam stated.
For the next 40 minutes, Sam held out. If nothing else, it was an extraordinary kegel exercise, but she could feel the floodgates loosening. The only reason her bladder wasn’t visibly bulging out was because of her belly squish, a tasteful amount of chub around her breasts, hips, bum and thighs. At least Toby thought it was tasteful, taking an occasional glance over at his coworker. But he was greeted to more than just the sight of her voluptuous body. He also got his own private show. She was dancing, jiggling her hips and bottom, shaking in place. But she was resisting the urge.
Toby was resisting his own urge to keep looking, or worse, flirt with her. But he thought he could get away with a small drive-by comment.
“Sam, your little dance is cute and all but I think you better take care of it,” Toby teased.
Sam gasped out loud, not out of disgust from what he said but that her pee dance was visible.
“Go! Don’t let anyone hold you up this time.”
Toby was very understanding of her situation, and was very thoughtful in spite of orders smothering them both to death. But perhaps it was her lack of concentration that caused a particularly bad schedule this time.
Sam didn’t wait, she took the opportunity to get to the back rooms and drain herself in the staff toilet. As she was pacing to the back, a coworker pulled out a warm tray of fries and knocked it right into her belly. For the brief second it collided with her, it burnt, but that wasn’t the issue. It knocked her already bursting bladder. It was the same coworker who insulted her earlier.
“S-s-sorry!” she muttered. She was clearly spoken to by the manager, otherwise she wouldn’t have been as apologetic, and for that Sam was thankful.
Sam buckled forward slightly, but it wasn’t her belly she clutched, it was her crotch. She then quickly made it to the backroom. But all of a sudden, the room went sideways. She discovered very quickly that it wasn’t the room going sideways but her, as she slid over the oil spill that she didn’t clean up in a rush to the bathroom.
“Ahh! Shit!” she yelled ironically, because that wasn’t the need this time.
On her back on the floor, sprawled out and as helpless as a misplaced tortoise, she grabbed the handle of the bin to pull herself up. But in doing so, the bin and all of its contents were released onto the floor, creating a messy havoc of burnt chips, chicken, and other disposed food items. She couldn’t care less. She felt a few droplets stain her panties, and with all the tumult she’d caused, she felt like giving up, pissing her brighter-than-white jeans, conceding defeat and sitting in the puddle of her failure, but she was more determined.
Finally, she swung the door open violently, closed it without a thought of even locking it and she had one more battle before releasing a waterfall that would put Niagara to shame. Her jeans, and her big fat ass that wouldn’t let her pull them down in a timely manner.
“Oh my god, you fat bitch!” Sam yelled at herself, ripping her jeans and panties down simultaneously. Her large cheeks and embarrassingly long crack were exposed, but not her vagina, and thus, urethra. One final tug down revealed everything, and without further hesitation, she unleashed hell.
With her legs having been crammed together, and her pussy not fully parted, she bent over the toilet and let the shear force of her pee forced her chubby little pissflaps aside as an explosive shotgun spray of urine droplets saturated the toilet seat, her calves and the floor. And subsequently, once the initial blast opened her lips wipe, they ejected a sickening stream of liquid gold. And it began refracting, further spraying the toilet seat and the floor. She gasped loudly with relief as her jet stream poured out of her at an angle almost perfectly perpendicular to her partly squat legs. It wasn’t the toilet bowl getting the brunt of her lemon essence, it was the seat and the lid behind it, which reflected her stream back out at every conceivable angle but the toilet bowl.
Sam didn’t care, she could feel the base of her calves getting wet, she could see a small puddle welling up around the toilet’s base. But the ecstasy and relief was so great, she didn’t care. Her massive backside, with her scrunched up anus, loosening from the pressure of her piss although not needing to go itself, would have made for a disgusting sight as a stream of bright yellow finally started slowing down, and the remainder of it finally settling into the bowl, where it should have been going. Finally, only a dribble, followed by drops were extracted out of her worn bladder. But just as she thought she was done, she cramped down a bit harder and let out another powerful short tinkle. And that was all.
Still bent over, she pulled off an ample sheet of toilet paper to wipe off her pissy vulva, from which she couldn’t believe so much fluid sprung from. She didn’t think one wipe was enough, so she got another. And finally, she was done. She slowly pulled up her jeans, still fighting with them to get them back over her fat bottom. But it was somehow easier to get them up, fighting gravity, than getting them down in desperation. A cruel trick of misfortune cast by the universe, she thought. But there was an even greater misfortune. And as she turned around, she saw her liquid misfortune on the floor, all over the bottom of her white jeans, which were now grey, the toilet seat, the lid, even the stockpile of toilet paper behind the toilet and some droplets on the walls.
And as she came to realize that the mess she caused wasn’t just all over the toilet but also an entire bin’s worth of contents all over the floor of the back room, as well as the orders piling up. There was only one way this night could end, and she knew it. But the one thing she could do was save her dignity. She got a handful of toilet paper and began cleaning. It was the only thing she could do to save face.
Edited June 30, 2022 by LiteralShtpost
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Hello once again. This chapter is very long, even for my standards. After this chapter, I will do my best to keep it succinct, so this is just a one off. I have crammed a lot of exposition into this one, but I hope the ending serves as a payoff for my world-building and character development.
Disclaimer:
If I haven’t made it perfectly clear already through world-building, the events that take place are in a fictional Year 13 ‘last chance’ school, so no one is below the age of 18 and, in fact, vary between the ages of 18-20, unless otherwise specified. This was an intentional creative liberty to ensure there would be absolutely no confusion.
This chapter will features minor poop desperation and poop but only a minor reference to pee desperation, so pee lovers, I think you can safely skip this one.
3k long chapters will not be a recurring theme after this, and a reminder for anyone who is here purely for fetish material, Ctrl + F is your friend. Finally, I'm aware of an unrealistic character interaction that made even myself cringe while re-reading it, but I decided to keep it in as it wasn't wildly unbelievable and it's fiction after all. We're allowed to let our minds wander.
Without further ado, I hope you enjoy Chapter Four, criticism and requests are encouraged and thank you very much for reading.
Chapter Four (3,395 words, Poop warning):
“I was let off…” she spoke, with small dried up black teardrops nearly down her chin. The little makeup she was able to wear made her sorrows seem far more tangible.
Her father gleefully took her unfortunate firing as an opportunity to finally force her hand.
“It seems you’re not cut out for work, not yet at least,” Jack replied. “Or at least not flipping burgers.”
“Fried chicken… Not burgers.”
“Ok, does that make it any better? It’s still a minimum wage dead end job,” Jack stated. “So unless you want to marry a retirement plan like your mother thought she could, you’re going to school.”
“Says the man who thought he could marry a woman young enough to be his daughter,” a familiar feminine voice retaliated, taking both of them by surprise.
Sam and her father looked down the unlit hallway to see what looked like the queen of the vampires emerging from her crypt. And her aged yet seducing gaze sizing up to Jack’s abuse.
“Let it rest…” Jack replied. “Let Sarah rest.”
Jack looked over at his 19th anniversary photo with Sarah, taken two years ago. The mother of Jaden and Mick, who bore a striking resemblance to Sam, with the exception of her blonde hair.
“In fact, it begs to question why you even took us back. Is it because Sam reminds you of her?” she stated.
They could see the vein in Jack’s head about to burst, and soon his mouth surely would. But for once, he thought better, and retreated back into the kitchen. The boys long went to bed.
“Thank you mom,” Sam said. “I didn’t need his shit tonight.”
“I heard everything. Come, lets talk about it.”
Sam and her mother returned to their room. She listened to her daughter vent about the day’s events, including her accident.
“Toby sounds like a nice boy, do you think he likes you?” she asked.
“I-it doesn’t matter now does it, I’m fired. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again, and I’m certainly not going back there just to make it happen.” Sam replied. “At least I managed to clean the piss up I guess. I was fired for not being at my station, not causing the mess. Thankfully no one discovered who tipped the bin over.”
They then talked about Jack coercing her to take up her education.
“I think you should go to school,” her mother conceded. “Just to keep him off your back for now.”
“Fine. I’ll do it. But I’m still going to look for another job,” Sam replied. “Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise, maybe I’ll find a better and more convenient place to work.”
“Your… Biological father is right about one thing though. You won’t make it through life in a dead end job, and you may want to find yourself a man. They’re not all pigs, I know it’s hard to imagine.”
“Today just fucked the one chance I had with one,” Sam replied. “I’m tired, lets just go to sleep, I’ll face him tomorrow.”
Sam closed the dividing screen between their parts of the room and laid on the bed. But she couldn’t sleep. And she knew it was inevitable. It would be a long weekend, and she knew that it was inevitable. She’d have to take school seriously. At least for now.
Getting off the bus, her harrowing second week at a school she’d already grown to hate began.
And of course, fashionably late. She was directed to an assembly. It was a small school, and there were tightly knit social groups. There were a few outcasts and pariahs who either didn’t want any friends or no one would accept them into their social circle, but they were very few.
In particular, she noted a very sulky, yet determined girl, slim, yet with the muscles of an ox and short hair, who stood as far from the assembly as she reasonably could. She also saw the contrast of two boys, one who was tall, with short dark brown hair and an incredible jawline, standing next to a scruffy looking boy with crazy, longer hair and thick glasses. Those boys never would have become friends if it weren’t for everyone’s shared predicament. They all fucked up year 12, everyone has their own reasons, but what’s important is that they’re all here now, and the headmaster finally came up to give a speech.
“Greetings year 13 students. I officially welcome you into the second week of-” it was at this point that Sam mentally blacked out and stopped listening. A while later, Sam felt a prod in her back. She looked around, but no one was behind her. She turned back around, was prodded again. She turned around once again, and then looked down.
“Hi!” Trixie squeaked.
Beth walked up to them with a smile. They greeted each other, overly excited, until a teacher came to calm them down. It was also at this point that they started paying attention to what the headmaster was saying.
“Society hasn’t given up on you yet, so equally, you must not give up on society,” he announced.
“Oh no not the dreaded S-word,” Beth stated.
“Society needs to be taken out of the dictionary, no one even knows what it means,” Sam added.
“How did that old skeleton become a headmaster again?” Trixie asked.
“The same way all headmasters are made, they’re exhumed bodies of old men unearthed from the ground, they throw on a suit and tie and they call it a day,” Sam muttered.
“This is your second chance. You are all delightful young men and women, I’m so fortunate to have already met many of you. Now, will you take this second chance firmly in your grasp?” the headmaster continued.
Sam smiled and whispered to Beth and Trixie, “I bet he’s taken a few young women firmly into his grasp.”
“SAM!” Beth laughed. “That is awful!”
“Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing,” Trixie added.
Sam noticed Trixie holding her stomach with her arms, leaning ever so slightly. She looked like she was about to be sick.
“Are you alright?” Sam asked Trixie. Suddenly, a loud stomach churn made itself known to them, as Beth faced her, eyes widened.
“What was that?” Beth teased.
“That was my tummy monster,” she smiled. “He’s getting very upset.” Trixie, with her pain subsiding, stood normally again, almost normally, she was clenching her legs and bum together.
“Is he hungry?” Beth asked.
“Oh it’s not hunger…” Trixie replied, until once again, a teacher demanded them to keep quiet.
Their shenanigans and jokes continued until assembly was over, at which point everyone, or almost everyone, attended their classes.
“Samantha,” a woman’s voice uttered as Sam was heading to the school gate. “Are you coming to math class?”
Sam turned to face a tremendously tall woman. Sam stood at an above-average 5’7, but her math teacher must have been well over 6 foot tall, and even being slim, she was built like a brick shithouse, with massive hips and an extremely inappropriately tight pencil skirt, barely containing her thunder thighs. Looking up wasn’t much better, as she had a white shirt, massive breasts and an unbuttoned blazer. She had sex appeal, intimidating sex appeal, in spite of being an older woman, and she had her long golden hair in a bun, ever so neat. She was so intimidating, that Sam couldn’t muster the courage to ask her to use her nickname, let alone refuse her in going to class.
So to class she went, and as engaging at the teacher was, Sam couldn’t help finding it a snooze-fest, finding algebra to be the most boring thing since paint drying. And everyone else in the class comprised of people Sam inherently hated without them even speaking a single word to her.
And no, there was no Trixie or Beth. But there was a more alternative looking girl with thick, long red hair that obscured her pale white face, a complexion so pale not even Sam’s makeup could best. And her clothes were all the more striking as well, but not much of her outfit was visible from where Sam was. She was intently writing. From a brief glimpse of her book, it didn’t look like algebraic equations though. This puzzled her, because she was paying attention in class.
“So Samantha, what would ‘x’ equal if ‘4y = 1x1y’ and ‘y’ is equal to 5?” the teacher asked suddenly.
“Oh uhh…” Sam wondered for a moment. “3, y would equal 3.”
“How did you come to that conclusion?” the teacher asked.
“Uhh, because if 4y = 1x1y then ‘x’ must be 3 to add it to 1 to make 4y?” Sam fumbled.
“Someone simplify it for her,” the teacher asked.
The girl with red hair spoke, “You subtract 1y from the left hand side of the equation, transforming 4y = 1x1y into 3y =1x, supplement 3y with the equation 3 x 5 and you get x, which is 15.”
“I asked you to simplify it not solve it but, oh well, lets try another one…” the teacher stated, writing up another equation in chalk.
“Wow, how did you do that?” one student said.
“It’s not that hard, this is shit you should have learned in year 9, not as an adult,” she retaliated.
Sam felt insulted, even though the insult wasn’t directed at her. From then on, it was plain to see why she was a loner and didn’t have any friends. The few days Sam saw her, she was always writing with pen to paper.
One student asked the teacher, “Why do you still use chalk? You could use anything else, like a touch screen like in science class, or even a whiteboard, why do you choose to use inferior technology?”
The red hot tempered redhead piped up again, “Why do you spend all of your life on your mobile phone? Why are you addicted to constant dopamine hits from social media? It’s probably the reason why you can’t solve basic algebra and you’re stuck here in adult daycare.”
The first comment got a few nasty comments hurled back at her, but this diatribe nearly got her lynched by half the class until the teacher intervened. But it was too late, one girl with blonde hair, a pink cardigan and white skirt went up to her. Sam thought she was familiar. And then it hit her, she was the same girl who was busting to pee after Sam was done last Friday. She grabbed her book and flung it across the room, landing right in Sam’s face. She took it off her face, not before glimpsing some of the words, ‘a vampire love story’ but was then cut short by the redheaded girl snatching the book from Sam’s hands and heading for the door, with her long black coat tailing behind her, leaving the classroom, slamming the door behind her. So it wasn’t math work she was doing at all, she was writing a little vampire romance story. It gave Sam a sick compulsion to want to read it.
At break time, Sam found Beth at the usual spot, as far from the school grounds as possible, while still technically being within the boundaries. At break time and lunch, it was permitted for students to leave the school bounds if they so wished, and many often did in search of the small mall’s takeaway shops and bakeries rather than the school’s cafeteria. But this was their spot, far from the school grounds next to an abandoned skate park and a very run down public toilet, which Trixie was coming back from.
“I’ll tell you what, it’s never a boring day here,” Beth stated. “Oh, and after school, someone pelted Markus and Rin with tomatoes, that’s how cringe inducing their anime stuff was on Friday.”
“Oh really? It might have been cringe-worthy but that doesn’t justify assault,” Sam replied.
“Assault? They were just tomatoes,” Beth replied. “It was pretty funny, even he laughed about it.”
“By the way, where’s Trixie?” Sam asked.
“She said to say she was… Dealing with her ‘tummy monster,’ and she’ll be back soon,” Beth ashamedly admitted.
“Uhh…” Sam muttered in confusion. “Tummy monster?”
“Ahh, much better,” Trixie announced unceremoniously, patting her belly. “That was a big one.”
Trixie was very small, standing at an almighty 4’11, she wore fishnet stockings under blue denim jeans cut to be short shorts, and she had messy pale platinum hair. She also had a small button up blue shirt that revealed the contour of her massive breasts. Ironically, in a stunning contrast to Beth, who was 5’9, and was slim, Trixie was the one with the huge boobs, and Beth had depressing little pancakes. Beth has stated on several occasions how envious she was of both Trixie and Sam. Sam insists that they are more of an obstacle than an asset, arguing that lots of boys prefer butts. Sam certainly isn’t lacking, and Beth has a wide berth as well, and Trixie has some cute little buns, accentuated by her shorts, which probably show a little too much cheek.
Speaking of asses, Sam thought it prudent to remind Trixie that discussing what came out of them was too much information, “Trixie… Can you not?”
“What? Ahh!” Trixie squeaked as Beth picked her up by the armpits like she was picking up a cat.
“All empty are you?” Beth teased.
“Put me down!” Trixie demanded. She refused. Suddenly, Trixie put her head out to Beth’s face, she bit her on the nose gently.
“Oh what!?” Beth panicked as she dropped Trixie. Both Trixie and Sam saw the blushing and embarrassment on Beth’s face, she tried desperately to hide it.
Speaking of embarrassment, Sam couldn’t fathom how Trixie was so open about her bowel movements. Just the mere thought of anyone else finding out about her dumps makes her soul feel violated, yet here Trixie is proudly announcing that she had a ‘big one.’
But Sam’s need also needed tending to. She felt her own poo brewing, and it has been ever since Friday, especially with all the unhealthy food she’s been eating, but she felt it could wait until the end of the day. For now, she just needed to piss. So she said she’d be back soon and walked to the dilapidated public toilet, littered with graffiti and illegible scrawling.
“Uh oh…” Trixie spoke aloud.
Sam went into the toilet, closed and locked the doors, but before she could prepare herself, she saw Trixie’s ‘tummy monster.’ There was a disgusting bowel python well over a foot long and extremely thick blocking the squat toilet. Her mammoth shit was pungent, and the texture was very gooey and sticky, very much unlike Sam’s poops, which were hard, constipated and knobbly. It was also a rich, dark, chocolatey brown on the bottom and a lighter orange-brown on the top, like a beef sausage half-cooked on the grill. But no one sane would equate the beast she let out to chocolate or beef, only someone with the greatest perversions would think such a thing. Just thinking of the anatomy of how this was coiled up inside Trixie’s intestinal tract seemed to puzzle Sam beyond any reasonable anatomical explanation.
Beth and Trixie heard Sam’s scream all the way from the park bench. They saw her running back out with her hand on her mouth.
“Did you like it?” Trixie asked.
“Didn’t it flush!?” Beth asked.
“Nnnnnnnope. The poor janitor’s going to have to fish that one out,” Trixie laughed, as her cheeks burned hot crimson. She wasn’t very embarrassed, but she still couldn’t help blushing over her criminal vandalism of public infrastructure.
Beth marched over to the toilet to feast her eyes on the toilet blocking monster Trixie stupidly attempted to flush.
“You’re going to look at it?” Sam asked. “What is wrong with you!?”
“It’s a famous show, don’t you know?” Trixie cheered. “Trixie’s Tricky Turd!”
Beth came back out of the toilet laughing uncontrollably. She buckled over in fits, with cheeks just as bright red as Trixie’s out of second-hand embarrassment, almost as if she let it out herself.
“My question is, how did that huge shit come out of this little belly!” Beth bullied, grabbing Trixie’s belly and tickling it.
“Ahh ahaha!” Trixie giggled. “Well… I did hold it for six days. I just couldn’t find a good opportunity to go, that’s all.”
Sam looked at both of them in disgust and said, “Both of you are fucking gross.”
“I’m gross? I’m not the one who murdered a toilet!” Beth kept chuckling.
Two boys were walking towards them and their common sense told them that discussing and laughing about poop probably wasn’t very appropriate in front of boys, even Trixie blushed at the thought of that, she liked to gross her friends out but that was it. The two boys looked like the familiar contrasting boys from assembly earlier that day, and she noticed them coming from the same public toilet. She didn’t notice them walking down the path though, unless they walked past while Sam was in there, witnessing the massive abomination that came out of Trixie’s small, ‘cute-sized’ butt. Either way, it was impossible that they didn’t hear at least some of the commotion.
“Hi!” Trixie called out to the two boys.
The one with glasses looked very shifty. He was clearly the more introverted type. The other one, who looked slightly unkempt but had a nice, masculine face waved and said hello back.
“Have you ever blocked a toilet before?” Trixie turned the air blue and the faces of the other girls red.
“Uhh, a few times I guess? Doesn’t everyone at least once in their life?” he said, while the bespectacled one was tugging on his arm to go, creeped out by the situations of girls talking literal shit, and Sam blushes at the prospect, as she’d blocked toilets far more than what he considers normal. “Why do you ask?”
“Do you want to see a clogged toilet?” Trixie asked. The situation was getting tense for both parties.
“What is wrong with you!” Sam snapped.
The gaunt boy pulled his face back, repulsed and replied, “Uhh, no not really, thank you. Maybe another time.” He forced a smile that was as see-through as an unwashed window.
“Why not, I put a lot of effort into it,” she giggled.
The other boy was long gone, giving up hope of convincing his insane friend not to talk to the girl talking about her poo.
“I’m Trixie, what’s your name?”
“I-I’m…” he stuttered, noticed his friend legging it. “I’m out of here.”
He caught up with his friend and they walked away. Sam and Beth both looked at Trixie was embarrassment and disgust, she went too far even for Beth.
“Nice job,” Beth stated. “How the hell did you get a boyfriend if that’s how you talk to boys?”
“Yeah, good job, that boy was kind of cute too, and now he’ll never speak to any of us ever again. Well done,” Sam added.
“It’s…” Trixie attempted to justify her brash, obnoxious behavior. “It’s the biggest hurdle to overcome in any relationship. Everyone talks about sex, that’s not a taboo anymore. If you can start talking about shit with someone, you can talk to them about anything. It’s an important stepping stone in any relationship.”
“That… That may be so, but it’s certainly not the first thing you talk about. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind, and Sam clearly does but can you be a little more discreet in the near future?” Beth plead.
“Ahh, ok,” Trixie replied. “Once both of you get boyfriends, you’ll stop caring about what boys think, then you can talk as much shit as you like, you’ll see.”
“N-no, I don’t care whether I have a boyfriend or not, I’m not going to tell strangers I just clogged a toilet and offered them to come and look at it,” Sam snarled.
Sam finished the conversation off by scuffling up Trixie’s hair, as if it wasn’t messy enough as it was.
The bell went, signalling everyone to go to their next class. They wouldn’t be able to continue their argument until lunch. And hopefully, not at all. Just like all shit, it should be buried for good. |
Hello,
The next chapter is now complete. And once again, this is purely a poop oriented chapter, so for lemonade enjoyers, I recommend you wait until the next chapter.
I thought I’d do something very new for this chapter. This chapter will contain strong sexual references and imagery, if you are uncomfortable with themes of sexual arousal during defecation and explicit imagery regarding the female anatomy, I recommend reading up until the warning I’ve placed within the chapter.
I understand that while Omarashi is a kink/fetish, I do understand and respect that it’s still different to ordinary sexuality, and if you don’t wish to see more writing like this, let me know. Outside of my colourful and, at times grotesque descriptions, I hope I’ve done it justice and haven’t gone overboard.
I hope you enjoy the filth I’ve written this time.
Chapter Five (2,045 words, Poop warning, Explicit Sexual Imagery):
Sam was doing better in science class than maths, justifying it that the equations she learned here were more useful than the esoteric nature of algebra. However, her concentration wasn’t fully directed to the short yet cute light-skinned teacher, who wore blue jeans and a non-descript shirt, showcasing small breasts. She had glasses and very puffy, crazy light brown hair. She had a very kind temperament though, everyone in the class liked her, it was nearly impossible to hate her, other than her odd quirk of elongating her words when she’s trying to think.
Every now and then, sitting on the stool, she would have to fight back against her own stool, which made the occasional nudge against her sphincter, cordially requesting to drop down to her anus. She refused every advance with a series of light clenching and sitting up straighter. What’s more, her bladder was a bit over half-full, because she couldn’t go at recess, because she couldn’t have possibly squat directly over Trixie’s masterpiece. She lightly jiggled to keep both needs in check. It was mostly unnoticeable, but Sam hated the stools, as a third of her backside was spilling over the sides of it, only kept in check by her tight black dress. She was thankful that everyone was able to wear free dress, it was certainly better than those stupid uniforms everyone was forced to wear in high school.
Trixie’s fingers made contact over Sam’s belly, as she squeezed down, uttering, “Squish!” Putting added pressure on her bowels and bladder, which were building up heavier and heavier.
“What was that for!?” Sam asked.
“I made a covalent bond with you, we exchanged atoms,” Trixie smiled.
“What do you mean?”
“I made you positive!” Trixie cheered.
“I’m sorry, you don’t have enough protons to make me positive,” Sam replied.
“That’s not quite how it works… Only electrons are shared,” Trixie corrected.
“I know, I’m just.. uhh, I’m not in the mood Trixie,” she vented.
The teacher walked over to their table as the class watched.
“It looks like these atoms have bonded a little too much, do I need to separate you?” she smiled.
“N-no, we’re inseperable!” Trixie panicked. “You can’t separate us, our bond is as good as gold.”
“Hmm, gold. From gold ore?” she pondered. “Hi gold ore, I’m cyanide and zinc.”
“Uh oh,” Trixie said, as the teacher grabbed the back of her chair and began wheeling her to another table. “That’s not fair!”
“Nice try, you can’t outsmart me though,” she mocked, as Trixie’s legs were just too short to reach the floor to stop her relocation. She was helpless.
The entire class, including Sam, laughed on at the teacher’s humorous method of dealing with their talking in class. And Sam was thankful to be left alone for the rest of the lesson, not that there was much longer left. Trixie pouted and perched her head up on her arms, the only thing keeping her jaw from touching the tabletop, frowning at the teacher.
“Come on, stay positive!” the teacher cheered as she scuffled Trixie’s hair. It did the trick, she lit right back up again.
Unfortunately, as Trixie’s company left, Sam’s turd started descending further down her colon, and it took a lot of effort to hold it back in. Holding back all the pressure was certainly a bowel workout. But something she couldn’t understand was how Trixie allegedly held in her shit for 6 days. It might have made sense if she didn’t eat very much and fasted a lot, but she eats like a horse, all day and every day. Combined with her tiny size, Sam thought she must have been exaggerating. The longest she’d ever gone without a poo, in recent memory at least, was 5 days, and it wasn’t fun, not for her, nor the toilet on the receiving end, which clogged. Sam began to recollect the times she clogged the toilet to, ironically, take her mind off pooping.
The toilet she clogged with a 5 day load was the home toilet. Unfortunately, not bothering to check whether it had flushed or not, she closed the lid and Jaden, her younger half-brother found it and reported it to gestapo Jack. Sam, in a panic, stupidly deflected the blame back on him. But no one bought it. When she went to see what she’d done, she saw her massive, unflushable product blocking the bowl, which was the culprit for the toilet nearly flooding over with water, as well as the toilet paper swirling around. It nearly blocked up the entire canal, it was just under 3 inches in diameter, it felt just as horrible pushing it out of her worn gut as it was looking back at it, with her brothers pointing and laughing at the toilet, with a smug smirk on her dad’s face. But he wasn’t laughing when he got the plumbing bill. $220 wasn’t cheap for the plumber to unblock it, who insensitively remarked he’d never seen something that big come out of a woman, but no one, not even Sam wanted to put their hands in to break up or pull out the blockage. This is when Sam’s coprophobia truly began. She was always a stressed girl, and she’s had problems with constipation throughout her life, but this harrowing experience being humiliated by her immediate family made her want to crawl up and die. And ever since, what came out of her bottom became the butt of all jokes in the household for months after the event. It was a violent assault on her femininity and dignity. Even though there was no malice on their part, the combined laughter of Jaden and Mick, her brothers, stuck with her forever. She thought she’d never live down the shame.
This is when she decided to ‘go out’ more often. Sometimes she’d go out for some fresh air, but most times, she was out to find a public toilet to use instead of the home toilet. But when this wasn’t possible, she made sure that her bathroom visits at home, in the Western style toilet, were undiscovered, as quick as she could possibly make it and were thoroughly cleaned up, ensuring there was no blockage or stains in the bowl and that it didn’t smell. While stains weren’t a problem for her dehydrated, stiff logs, clogging was, and she always snuck in her personal butterknife into the bathroom with her. When it didn’t flush the first time, she would angrily cut it to pieces until its contents were disembowelled, muddying the water. After this, it rarely survived until a third flush.
However, on one occasion, she had to go very badly, but she found no opportunity to stealthily lay the colossal brick welling up inside her, especially as the nearest public toilet was out of order. Coming back home, frustrated and bowels aching from another 5 day poop, she knew she couldn’t push it into the toilet, and she had to endure the agonising abdominal pain of retaining it until night, and later still. At night, while everyone was asleep, she gently crept to the bathroom, slowly and quietly opening every creaking door, with gentle footsteps that wouldn’t disturb the wooden floorboards. As Jaden and Mick had to share a room, Mick wasn’t allowed to stay up, as much as he wanted to so he could play games, so neither of them were a worry at 3 AM. Once she made it to the bathroom, her relief still wasn’t in reach, closing the door, but unable to lock it as it was broken and remains broken to this day. Not even in the most intimate moments of dropping her logs, was Sam safe.
*Explicit sexual imagery and themes start here*
She started her ritual of blocking the door with the medicine cabinet, and laying down an ample amount of toilet paper onto the floor. Once the quickly laid catchment for her stool was laid, she stood over it, legs spread, and gently eased her large bottom over it, squatting down. She began pushing, but strangely, nothing came in spite of her intense urge. For nearly a minute, she kept squeezing, her bowels aching every second. Many deadly farts escaped the confines of her crowded gut, trumpeting a low pitched note, demanding the shit’s immediate release. And the smell was strong enough to kill. But finally, success, with her anus bulging out like a dome as a massive, wide crown revealing black-brown nuggets emerged. A few rabbit pellets fell on the floor, each compacted shit nugget making loud thuds. And then the beast slowly emerged. Letting out a pained whimper and feeling her head get light, she slowly inched her bowel movement out. Once the apex of her thick turd head was out, so did the height of her pain as it forced her anus to widen 3.3 inches. But something else struck her. Pleasure. Immense pleasure and pain. As her bowels bulged, exerting their strength to rid her of filth, so did her clitoris. Just like the head of her shit, the little pink button of her womanhood poked out as her vulva engorged with blood, colouring her nether regions the most embarrassing shade of pink imaginable. For the desperation she felt and the relief she badly needed, it was coming faster, but it was still crawling out of her at a snail’s pace, and her legs began to tremble. The hard, cobbly nuggets of her poo were pressing against every tender spot in her rectum and splaying her anus wide, stretching its elastic to breaking point. The rest of the turd was just as wide as the head, and compulsively, Sam put a finger in her pussy. She felt an exhilarating jolt as she firmly pressed her finger against the wall separating her cervix from her rectum, and she poked it harshly, feeling the jolt even stronger this time. She verbalised a loud, desperate gasp and a loud moan, with pleasure so intense it felt like her entire pelvic floor fell out from under her. But her inhibitions got the better of her when she realised what she was doing; pleasuring herself to the act of defecating. She pulled her finger out and continued, but there was no need. It was out of her system. The masturbation caused her to feel such ecstasy that the several minutes it took for her to dump went by in a flash. She gently hovered over her log, struggling to get up, but she wasn’t done excreting. It was neither poop nor pee. A huge dollop of viscous clear-white goo sprawled out of her vagina and neatly topped her shit with her liquid embarrassment.
Bright red, and satisfied after sexual and fecal release, she looked down at her huge, unbreakable stool, wider than a soda can, and just an inch short of her forearm. And her anus was still yawning wide open, exhausted and revealing its squishy pink interior. She clenched shut and managed to close her prolapse, but it was still sore. She got to work, with great difficulty, breaking her turd into small chunks to flush down the toilet in intervals. She was hoping that the sound of multiple flushes wouldn’t startle anyone from their sleep. Once her disembowelled monster shit was gone, she realized the horrid smell. The entire bathroom smelled like rot and death, and not even the air freshener could fight the battle against it. But after this, she went to bed, creeping back into the room without her mother noticing, still snoring. She had difficulty sleeping this night as her intestines were still throbbing with pain, overstretched and aching. She had to lie on her right side, which was her least favourite position, so that her descending colon could recover.
The next morning, everyone complained about the stench in the bathroom. But no one was the wiser to who it was, as Sam managed to sneak in and out undetected. Everyone was pointing fingers, everyone was the culprit. But no one discovered the disgustingly arousing night Sam had.
But Sam snapped out of her daydream of reminiscing on her poop-anxiety, and she realised the bell had gone. All but a few were left in the classroom, and Trixie had already left. It was time for lunch. |
Hello again,
Thank you for the kind words and anticipation for my next chapters. This time I'd like to bring you all something truly special.
I hope you enjoyed last chapter, I put a lot of work into it. But I’ve also put a lot of effort into this chapter. And I can finally see my own improvement showing through.
I’m starting to get back to what everyone’s here for, and thankfully, this chapter should have something for everyone. This chapter contains wetting, messing, farting, pee/poop, pee/poop desperation, embarrassment, and a touch of humiliation.
This is the most disgusting chapter I’ve written yet, and while it’s full of vile imagery and foul description, it should blend together to make quite a pleasantly gross experience.
After some mild exposition, I hope it’s worth it for the messy payoff.
You are truly welcome, and I hope you enjoy.
Chapter six (2,857 words, Poop warning):
Sam’s avoidance of her friends making a beeline to the toilet was put on hold as the awkward guy with glasses talked to her.
“H-hello,” he stuttered. He clearly wasn’t the social type. Neither was Sam, but even she wasn’t this awkward. “I saw you at break. I’m sorry we didn’t stay and chat but we had a… a uhh, project to finish.”
“Oh, that’s right, you’re in my photography class. Is that the project?” she asked.
“Well, not exactly…” he stated. “W-where are my manners, I’m Fergus.”
“Nice to meet you Fergus,” she smiled, his awkward demeanor was charming to her, probably because it made her feel better about her own awkwardness. “I’m Sam.”
“I was wondering it I could buy you lunch. I think we have a lot in common,” Fergus more confidently asked.
This request would have been immediately refused by Sam, but her stomach wasn’t just aching from her bowels, she was also hungry, and as bad as she felt if she’d said yes, she doesn’t have very much money, and the free food initiative the school set up looked less than appetizing, so she didn’t want to eat that either.
“I… That sounds lovely Fergus but…” she wasn’t entirely happy with the idea of taking advantage of him, but something more urgent made itself known as rock hard matter pressed against her sphincter. “I have to do something first.” She definitely had something to do alright, and she wasn’t going to admit to him what her disgusting need was.
“That’s a yes then?” he assumed. “I’ll wait for you at the cafeteria.”
Before she could utter a word of complaint, he left. She knew him well enough to trust him just by being in his class. But he hasn’t returned one of the school cameras ever since he took it the first day. She’s convinced that he must be really into what he does. But she hastily walked to the toilet.
Closed for maintenance.
Thankfully, at the exact moment she realized she couldn’t empty herself, not without walking to another toilet at the other side of the school, her stool crept back inside as if it knew it wasn’t the best time and calmed down, as did her bladder. She then decided to find another opportunity to go to the toilet by going to the cafeteria, surely that toilet would be available. Before she could actually find the toilet, as she wasn’t yet familiar with the school’s layout, even less so as she didn’t attend often, Fergus met her with a sandwich and a coffee.
“That was quick,” he said. “Here you go.”
He offered lunch to Sam, and there was no way she could disagree without seeming very rude, seeing that he’d already bought his own lunch at the table behind him.
“Oh you… Didn’t have to,” she said, unable to hide her smile.
“Please, I insist,” he added, sitting down.
She sat down with him, and she quickly unwrapped the sandwich, and was delighted to see an assortment of salad with cheese and ham.
“Oh god, I feel bad now, how much did this cost?” she asked.
“You don’t need to worry, money is no object to me,” Fergus replied. “It’s the least valuable currency to me. There are other, far more important currencies like trust, friendship and time.”
His words resonated with her. She couldn’t help but feel vulnerable as soon as he revealed his philosophical intellect to her, still waters seemed to run very deep with him.
“Wow…” she replied between huge mouthfuls of sandwich and big gulps. “I don’t know what to say… I mean money can be useful, you can’t deny that.”
“Oh of course,” he replied. “It’s just that it’s overvalued in our society.”
“Uh oh, you used the S-word,” she giggled.
“W-what do you mean? S-society?” he asked.
“It’s an in-joke with me and my friends, the S-word, ‘society’ it’s one of the most overused and undefinable words, that’s all,” she laughed. “Can you even describe what society even is?”
“Let me have a go. Society is the social construct of expectations, responsibilities and prejudices of and against a population and is thus perpetuated by said population. There.”
Her jaw dropped. And then she realized she had chewed food in it, and quickly closed it again. “Well you just described it a lot better than most.”
“And that was just off the top of my head,” he stated, but it seemed otherwise, almost rehearsed, speaking so fluently, it didn’t sound like he was the one talking, so different from his shy demeanor. “Aren’t you going to have your coffee?”
“Uh.. Oh! Yes, thank you,” she noticed, putting her hand on the lid, which wasn’t closed properly on one side. “I’m not really a coffee person.”
“You look like you could use one,” he replied, commenting on the black bags on her eyes, still partly visible through her makeup.
Fergus pulled down his thick glasses to reveal the black bags under his own eyes, and a long dark streak running down to his chin. “We are the sleepless ones. Welcome.”
“Oh, ahaha!” she chuckled. “Hey, they didn’t put the lid on properly.”
“Oh, d-did you spill it?” he asked as she refit the lid.
“No, it’s alright… Oh well, they must be having a busy day getting everyone’s lunch ready.”
“Ahh… Ahah, indeed,” he giggled nervously.
Sam looked around discreetly to see where the toilets were, but she didn’t find one. As she spied, she looked over at his friend, who was staring directly at her from a distance. His gaunt, arrogant and imposing stare took her by surprise.
“Uhh, why is your friend looking at me like that?”
“Fr-friend?” he muttered, looking behind his shoulder. “Oh, ahah, no, not uhh… He thinks I like you. Don’t worry! I just wanted to talk, that’s all.”
His comment relieved her. As good as he was to talk to, she didn’t fancy him. On the other hand, his friend and his imposing gaze made her a little giddy.
“Why doesn’t he come to join us?” she asked.
“H-he has to see Jessica… Uhh, that is… Mrs. Jefferson,” he corrected.
“Calm down, you can call her Jessica can’t you?”
“Most teachers are fine being referred to by their first names but Mrs. Jefferson prefers it the old fashioned way,” he replied.
“That’s strange.”
“We all have our preferred names, Samantha.”
Suddenly, Sam backed up a bit, judging him by suspicious eyes.
“Yearbook. I have a photographic memory. Don’t worry, I’m only trying to prove a point,” he stated.
“Oh… ok? I do prefer Sam though,” she berated. She was beginning to be creeped out by him. And just on queue, she finished her coffee. But as she did, she felt a strong churn in her stomach and she blushed from the uncomfortable feeling of her poo sliding down even further, and the pressure she had to exert on her bowels to contain it.
“Well… Thank you for lunch Fergus, that was very kind of you,” she said, this time forcing a smile and trying to hide her poop-induced blush, hoping he didn’t misconstrue it as her liking him.
“Don’t take it to heart, you’re a lovely girl,” he strangely spoke. “I didn’t mean to offend you. Oh, did you finish your coffee?”
“Yes, all of it, thank you!” she cheered after his flattering comment and cleanup of any misunderstanding.
“I’ll let you pop off then,” he bid farewell, quickly getting out of his seat, and going to meet his friend, who he walked off with.
It seemed his friend didn’t need to see Mrs. Jefferson, Sam’s math teacher, the tall, blonde and gorgeous mature woman, after all, but she wondered why.
“Sam!” a tiny voice cheered. “We were looking for you!”
Sam, unable to go to the bathroom, sat with Trixie and Beth at their usual spot. Not even the coffee could dislodge the incredible hold on her bowels, but she didn’t feel the urge to go when she was around people, a defense mechanism she built through lots of practice.
“Are you sure he doesn’t like you?” Trixie teased.
“Maybe that’s why he ran away,” Beth added.
“Maybe he popped a boner over your juicy hips!” Trixie fouled the air.
Beth started blushing and buckled over in fits again, even harder than when she saw Trixie’s toilet blockage. She tried to contain herself with her hands over her mouth but it wasn’t possible.
“I stand by what I said at break, you’re both disgusting.”
“Don’t worry Sam, you’re gorgeous,” Trixie reassured, sitting right next to Sam. “Besides, some boys love big girls.” she added, smacking her belly, making it wobble.
Trixie’s poorly timed jest was at the cost of Sam’s dignity and bowels, as she felt things beginning to move again.
“Trixie!” she yelled. “Stop!”
“Ahh… Ok, ok, sheesh.”
“Yeah, calm it down Trixie,” Beth said, getting up, hastily putting her arms around Trixie’s back and knees, lifting her out of the seat and lifting her up.
“Ahhh! Wait! Get off me!” she squealed.
“You’re on me!” Beth pointed out.
“No! Just because you’re tall and I’m tiny doesn’t give you permission to pick me up like a doll!” she protested, flailing her legs helplessly as Beth carried her off.
This gave Sam an opportunity. And suddenly, an extreme rush hit her stomach and bladder. Without warning, her shit, now feeling wet and sloppy rather than solid passed through her sphincter, and pressed up against her last line of defense, her anus. She got up, holding her bottom. She tried not to make her needs known, but Beth turned back, still holding Trixie and asked if she’s ok.
“I’m fine, I’ll be… back in a moment,” she responded, holding her legs together, her knees bound and her feet splayed.
Sam toddled over to the filthy, dilapidated public squat toilet, still holding her ass, clenching as hard as she could. But alas, her stool budged her anus opened and made contact with air. Sam awkwardly cat-walked, using her hips swaying to squeeze her butt cheeks together in an attempt to push her stool back up. Once she made it to the same toilet Trixie destroyed, there were two stalls. One was occupied. Strange, since no one ever usually goes here, as the path is a thoroughfare, which the toilet trails off from. But she discovered, horribly, that Trixie’s monster still hadn’t been fished out. And the gurgling in Sam’s stomach from her shit filled rectum signaled that there were only two places she could go, in her knickers, or in the blocked toilet, coiling her turd right next to Trixie’s. For a woman who valued her dignity and comfort, and who wasn’t afraid to be that close and intimate with shit, even if it wasn’t her own, made the obvious choice. Sam held her ass with her hands, trying to add pressure onto her loosening anus. But after delaying for so long, disaster struck. Taking her attention off her bladder, it leaked, and she slowly tinkled down her pale-white legs, now the color of yellow-snow. And as the front end gave up, so did the back, as her prairie-dogging dump touched cloth with her panties. If the other stall’s occupant didn’t know she needed an urgent dump, now they do as a deep, desperate pffffffft tromboned out from her backed up rectum. The only thing keeping her farts and stiff-headed shit in was the fact that it was hard, and the remaining strength in her tired bowels, though it was her cheeks turn to clench now. Her chubby ass cheeks were the only thing stopping her from filling her panties with four days of greasy takeaways and disgusting convenience food like mac and cheese. She thought it was disgusting when she ate it, she’d hate to imagine how it would be coming back out.
Sam went in, closed the door, locked it, pulled down her huge black panties, now damp with a brown smudge, and squat. Shortly after endowing the floor and basin with a burst of gushing piss, in midair, the shit came out, and, acting like a cork, the huge, lumpy head of crud – likely comprised of the huge cheese and meatball sandwich she had last week – forced her anus wide open and was jet propelled into the toilet by an explosion of mushy, wet shit as well as the loudest fart she’d ever let escape. The shit-cork collided with Trixie’s log with a splatter. She put on a very audibly entertaining shitshow for the next stall. Her fat globs of sloppy poo poured into the basin, plopping one after the other in rapid succession, and while they came out, so did a barrage of gas, being muffled and unmuffled repeatedly by her passing stools, which sounded like a poop motorbike. Simultaneously, her piss-filled bladder began spurting uncontrollably outside the basin and all over the floor and the bottom of her boots. She could only cleanly empty one end, and, as anyone else would choose, she decided that piss was a little less messy to clean up. But with the state of this toilet, she didn’t think she’d bother, besides, it would slowly trickle off the concrete slab the toilets were situated on and nourish the grass behind it.
The mushy shit didn’t stop coming and after a large stool of loose, sloppy shit fell out and sploshed into the basin, it then began to get wetter, until a short, violent burst of pure liquid forced its way out of her arsehole and violently splat into her and Trixie’s combined filth, splashing little specs of shit everywhere, including a few on Sam’s ankles. A final sigh of relief widened her anus, blowing out a massive loud tune of gratitude.
“Ahh!” she muttered, getting some toilet paper to clean up.
Her piss was still going, and at last she angled the stream into the basin. But as she did, the forceful jet of her piss was disintegrating and breaking up her wet stools like a laser cutter carving cardboard, splashing droplets back up at her and her partly soiled panties. With her piss everywhere and an even bigger, unflushable pile of shit in the basin. Finally, after more than a minute of pissing like a racehorse, she wiped up and was thankful that she used the last bit of toilet paper and wasn’t unlucky enough to go without.
Sam stood up. But a growl in her stomach brought her to a squat again. A gurgling load of sludge poured out of her guts and finished with a loud gunshot fart, dislodging the residual shit stuck inside her with a bang. And after it was all over, she tended to her moist legs, wet from her wee and a few shit freckles. She wiped off what she could feel and see, but for everything else, she quickly brushed the back of her thighs and ass down aimlessly. Unbeknown to her, a few splats were still there. She then wiped down her knickers with some toilet paper. Most of the residual shit was gone, but a small brown streak still made itself known. She was happy that she hadn’t made a bigger mess and that her panties were black, so it was less visible.
She stupidly attempted to flush the toilet. She didn’t know what to expect. Now, the water, unable to leave the basin due to the blockage, made a massive muddy puddle in the toilet basin, with so much shit in it, it looked like the culminated buildup of five people, not two.
She left as soon as possible, and then she noticed the other stall, with the door still closed. She didn’t hear any noises in there. Perhaps it was just yet another one of the pranksters who likes to lock toilets from the inside and then slide underneath the door just to be a nuisance. But she was a little more concerned. She slowly crept up to the door, wondering if anyone was in there, hearing her embarrassing anal blowout, and if so, who was it…
“Ahahaha!” Trixie laughed, bursting into the bathroom.
“We could hear you outside!” she chuckled. “Do you feel better!? We thought you were going to die in there!”
Trixie then saw that the open stall was the same one she used. She walked in and took a good look at the monster pileup of hard, soft and liquid shit floating around in the squat toilet.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Trixie burst into fits.
Sam nearly died from shame. She ran out of the toilet. She took a quick glimpse of Beth blushing, covering her mouth and trying to contain her laughter.
“Are you ok Sam?” Beth giggled. “S-Sam!?”
Sam didn’t talk to her, she just left. And this time, she wasn’t sticking around for the next class. Beth and Trixie had a great laugh at her expense, and after that, she didn’t want anything to do with them. She got a bus and decided to pay her step-dad a visit, who she referred to as her real dad, even though he wasn’t biologically related. |
This did have some messing, as her log touched cloth, but a full on, messy outright pants shitting chapter is planned now. But without further ado, the next chapter is ready, so:
Hello everyone,
This one is going to be an exposition chapter. If you care about the story outside of fetish content, I encourage you to stick by and read it. Otherwise, be warned that this chapter doesn’t contain any Omarashi content, and you can skip it. But this chapter takes a darker turn, explaining some of Sam’s backstory, and will contain unsettling themes.
I’ve tried to make this chapter short, and, if nothing else, it’s a break for the next chapter, which will also be a calm chapter.
Disclaimer: This chapter contains themes of depression, self-harm (after the act) and mental illness. If you’ve suffered or know someone to have suffered these themes, you have been warned. And none of these themes are fetishized, I have been as careful as possible in writing respectfully and tactfully.
Thank you all for sticking with my story so far, I will continue to deliver my dirty content as I can, and once again, I hope you enjoy.
Chapter seven (1,208 words, Contains themes of post-self-harm, depression, mental illness, Exposition, feel free to skip):
Sam arrived at her step-father’s, and as usual, his housemate was at work. He lived further out, in the less desirable suburbs. But to Sam, it was home, and it was more homely than the middle-class suburban nightmare she was forced to get used to ever since her mother and step-father broke up over several disagreements. She was thankful that he stuck with her up until she was 18, so she could make her own choices.
“Hi dad!” Sam cheered.
“Sam… You know you can’t call me that,” he replied.
She regarded him as her real father, and he regarded her as if she were his own daughter. But, going onto 50 and balding, it was unlikely he would have his own child, and he didn’t want to. Whether it was a lie he convinced himself of or genuine contentment, he was happy with the way things were in his life. And he wanted his peace.
“I know John…” she said. “I’m sorry, another bad day at school.”
“You have been going then?” he asked.
Without telling him about the public toilet incident at lunch, she told him about her current strife with her father, and he’d surely find out about her truancy once again.
“Your mother’s right. You do need to keep him happy while you’re there,” John said.
“But… You know what he did to me,” Sam retaliated.
“You must never tell a soul about that, Sam, do you understand?” he replied.
The one person she thought she could turn to seemed to have turned his back on her, so her voice raised and her temperament worsened. But before she could yell at him, he explained more to her. He grabbed her arm and pointed at them. Thankfully they were faded, but to anyone paying close attention, it was clear.
As she ripped her arm back, he explained, “They won’t believe you. You’ve been to the hospital so many times, they have you on a mental health watch list for your… events.”
He tried to carefully explain to her that her own medical record was against her for the attempts she made against herself.
“Besides… There isn’t any evidence.” John added, as he got up out of the chair and headed to the kitchen. “Do you want a coffee?”
Sam nodded with strong intent. She didn’t want to touch another coffee ever again, as she was convinced that’s what made her need to expel her bowels urgently. She joined him in the kitchen.
“Another thing you need to take into account. You need to be the better.. woman,” John clumsily explained.
“Your father is an abuser, and probably an undiagnosed sociopath, but…”
“But what!?” Sam insisted on an appropriate answer.
“He has a lo-Had a loving wife. He has 3 kids, and he’s generously housing his ex-wife. And he has a cushy office job among the city elite,” he explained.
Sam only kept stewing.
“And you are a troubled young woman who has been into the psychiatric ward three times for threatening violence, self-harm, suicide and even all the above at once. You don’t attend school, and you’ve just been fired.”
“So that’s what you think of me,” Sam replied.
“No, that’s not what I think of either you or your father, but that’s what other people will see,” he explained.
She was mortified, but she saw her point.
“Your brothers were a witness to the threats you uttered, they saw your…” John said, pointing to her arm and thighs. “But they didn’t see what he did.”
“He must be very good at hiding his true self when others are around.”
John agreed, “Oh he is. And that’s why the best thing you can do is get out of there.”
“Where!?” Sam demanded.
Answering the question of where a troubled young woman who hates school and who doesn’t have a job can go wasn’t possible, and both of them knew it. John didn’t even pretend he had the answers for her, he kept silent.
“Can I stay with you?” she asked.
“That’s… Really not feasible,” he replied.
“I can’t!?” she panicked.
“You can. You can. You will never find yourself without a bed… But that bed will be a foam mattress in my room. And you’re a young woman, you need your space. I don’t have it. I’m sorry Sammy, if I could do something better, I would.”
She smiled to her childhood nickname. It’s what John called her when they first met. It took her a long time to get familiar with him, but when she did, she realized just how distant her real father was.
“Thank you…”
“But only if your last option is the streets…” he added. “You do have friends, maybe you can share a place with them?”
The thought of living with them was bad enough that she hadn’t even known them for that long, but it was even worse after them ridiculing her earlier that day.
“I’ll think about it…” she said.
“I know you want to stay here but I think you should go now,” John said. “The last thing I want is Jack showing up at my door.”
“Get your housemate to tell him to fuck off,” she insisted.
“That’s the problem. He did once. And Jack threatened to call the police.”
“For telling him to go away? How petulant,” Sam replied.
“No, calling the police to tell them his daughter was taken,” John reiterated.
“That might have worked two years ago. I’m an adult. That isn’t going to work,” she figured.
“You know he’ll stoop to any level, Sam,” he replied. “Hell, he might even accuse me of grooming you.”
Sam almost chuckled and replied, “How ironic.”
Sam bid her step-father farewell. She decided to go to town instead of straight back home. Jack wouldn’t notice her gone, especially since he wouldn’t even be home, working Monday to Thursday, leaving the boys with Sam’s mother, who reluctantly agrees, as part of the agreement of her living there, to pick them up from school and get them something to eat. Afterwards, she retreats back to her room so she doesn’t have to face her ex-husband.
Sam went to her favorite makeup shop. She was strapped for money and couldn’t afford much, but she was running out of eyeliner, and would feel naked without it.
“Just this thanks…” she dismissively stated, handing the item over.
“Hi Sam, how are you?” the cashier asked, remembering her name. Sam was a regular after all.
“Hi…” Sam said, looking at her badge, “Lindsay. I’m not too good honestly, this is all I can afford because I just got fired.”
“You were fired?” she gasped. “What for?”
“You know… Shithead boss,” Sam didn’t elaborate.
“Maybe you could work here?” Lindsay asked.
Sam snickered, “What? Here? I’d never land a job here.”
“Well, we are hiring. Besides, you’re very pretty.”
“I’m… pretty? Yeah, tell that to the boyfriend I don’t have.”
“Oh Sam, you need to stop being so negative,” Lindsay asked.
Sam took her eyeliner, thanked Lindsay, and then headed for the exit.
“Remember, whenever you want to apply, I’m sure we’d happily take you.”
Sam stopped for a moment to genuinely consider the request. But she brushed it off as a pipe dream. |
Hello,
This will be another short chapter, so I’ve decided to release it early.
Everything’s building up to Chapter nine, which will be quite the spectacle.
This chapter has a bit of poop, but also pee. There isn’t desperation or much embarrassment in this one.
The next highly anticipated chapter will be coming a little later, and I do apologise for the wait, but it’s going to be the biggest chapter yet, and, without spoiling too much, there are going to be plenty of pooping shenanigans. Next chapter will also have ample pee as well, so for those willing to brave muddy waters, you will be gifted by the golden nectar you so crave at the shoreline of shit lagoon.
Expect a maximum of 4 days for the next chapter. I intend to carefully craft it into something truly special.
I hope you enjoy.
Chapter eight (1,649 words, poop warning):
Two weeks later
Closing the door behind her, Sam was finally able to empty her bladder of all the piss she’d been storing up all day. She found a new favorite time to use the school toilets amid her anxiety. After school. During this time, the school toilets were rarely used. With little traffic to the toilets as opposed to the school gate, which everyone rushed for, Sam took the opportunity to easy her big bottom onto the Western toilet’s seat, spreading her desperate pussy wide, with a little brown eye ready to watch everything. And she gently let her tinkle spray onto the porcelain white of the bowl. As quiet as she tried to keep it, her pussy couldn’t help but hiss as it sprayed out of her.
The reason for her needing to pee more was her higher intake of water rather than soda. And, properly hydrated, she’s found herself running to the toilet much more often. It has even helped to ease her constipation. Her stools weren’t so nuggety, compact and hard. But when she held off the urge to do the number 2, as was her shy disposition, it still dried out, waiting to be released from the tight hold of her rectum.
As she was pissing, she heard commotion in the next stall. A girl was verbalizing and swearing. After fighting with her clothes, she dropped on the seat, and only two second later, she heard the crackling of a long turd quickly rushing out of her anus, with the familiar sticky pops that sounded as a soft yet firm log slipped out effortlessly and without making a splash, meaning it must have been so big it hit water before it broke off. Sam began blushing red, even though it wasn’t her and she was just pissing. But it wasn’t the only place that turned bright red. Her urine stream began fluctuating. A little pink button made its blood engorged bulge known to Samantha. She felt disgusted.
In a sense, she not only felt a second hand sense of embarrassment but also relief, hearing the girl in the next stall empty her bowels. And a different urge attacked Sam. Before she even realized, she stimulated her vulva with her fingers, gently rubbing them, and then teasing her clitoris. She started getting a little too excited for comfort but then stopped as her inhibitions once again kicked in.
“Oh shit, I’m out of toilet paper. Do you have any?” the girl asked.
Sam kept quiet. Sam thought her voice sounded familiar.
“I know you’re in there, do you have any toilet paper?” she demanded.
“Oh ahh, y-yes! I’ll bring it in when I’m done,” Sam said.
Sam wiped her vulva, flushed the toilet, pulled her panties up and freshened herself up before getting one of the toilet rolls and bringing it to the door. When the girl opened the door, Sam froze. It was the weird redheaded girl who wore fancy dress every other day, staring back at her, with an expectant hand. And Sam gazed behind her to see a massive, smooth, dark reddish-brown python poking its head out of the bowl, nearly touching the rim of the toilet. It wasn’t very wide, but it was incredibly long. By the size of it, she’d been needing to get that out of her all day.
“What are you looking at!” she hissed as she grabbed the toilet roll. “Give me that, you insipid fool…”
Sam was taken back, she felt a sting of her infamous ire. She’d lash out at many students, and they would sometimes respond in kind, but the ones who did would later come to regret it. Not wanting to be in her bad books, Sam apologised. But as she did, the girl flushed and left immediately. She took what was quite possibly the quickest poo anyone had ever taken, especially for its size.
“I… I’m sorry. I just really needed a… Wee. I had to wipe myself dry,” the girl stated, either pretending she didn’t dump or gaslighting Sam into thinking she was seeing things.
“Th-that’s ok,” Sam said. “I-I’m Sam, what’s your na-”
But she was already off, her long, foot-length vampire dress tailing off behind her. And, when she left, out of a strange curiosity. Sam decided to look into the stall. When she lifted the lid, a massive, smeary stain was left behind. That girl might have been elegant and clean, but what came out of her made the toilet look like a murder scene.
“Hey Sam!” Trixie cheered.
Sam turned around, closing the lid, hoping she didn’t think she did it, or made the pungent smell that only just made itself apparent to her.
“Ooh, let me see,” Trixie invited herself.
“T-this wasn’t mine!” Sam stressed.
“I know, I saw the culprit run out in shame,” Trixie replied. “This was the work of queen bitch.”
“Trixie, that’s not nice!” Sam said.
“Neither is what she called me, ‘little bitch’ so it serves her right,” Trixie added. “Trying to act like her shit doesn’t stink.”
Trixie put her fingers over her nose once she got a whiff of the smell too.
“Beth and I wanted to ask you something…” Trixie asked.
Sam and Trixie left the toilets and met up with Beth, who was waiting outside. It was clear to Sam that she was followed after school and she didn’t appreciate it. No one else remained in the school building, other than the teachers, so it was obvious. Sam stopped talking to both of them for half a week until Trixie’s incessant attempts to break the ice worked. But Sam was still uncomfortable after their laughing fit at her shit, even if it was a combination blockage managed by her and Trixie.
“H-hey Sam!” Beth greeted. “W-we were wondering if you wanted to go hiking over the weekend.”
“Hiking? Are you kidding me…” she mocked. “Hang on, I’ve got to make a phone call.”
Sam got out her phone and called the manager of the job she was applying for. After dialing, they spoke.
“Hello, Apex Deliveries, we’ll ensure our transit times meet the height of your expectations!” he spoke.
“Hi, this is Sam.”
“What can I help you with Sam?”
“Y-you don’t remember, you told me to call you at 3, I’m applying for the job. Have you read my application yet?” she asked.
“O-oh… Oh! Yeah hang on, let me get straight to it, yes, you are… d-determined, skilled, uhh, timely, punctual…”
Sam began frowning, as it became clear that he hadn’t read it.
“You clearly haven’t read it, so, yes or no, do I have the job?” she impatiently demanded.
“Well, there’s a problem with that, your position was just filled. I got off the phone to him,” he replied.
“Why didn’t you say so! Waste of time,” she said.
“You said you’d call at 3!” he retaliated.
“I did!”
“It’s 3:08 now, if you’re over 5 minutes behind schedule, you aren’t fit for the job anyway, so goodbye!” he said, ending the call.
The cordial and polite call descended into hell until it unceremoniously ended with some grossly unprofessional conduct on the manager’s part.
“Didn’t go well?” Trixie asked.
Sam responded not with words, but a frown.
“You could also come and work with me at GrungeGear!” Beth offered.
“That poxy little punk clothes shop selling slut-wear and miniskirts so short your breakfast can be seen?” Sam asked. “I tried, and they said no.”
“I can put in a special word for you,” Beth added.
“Uhh… I told the manager she had about as much charm as a tart without filling,” Sam urgently stressed. “I don’t think she’ll take me even with your sparkling recommendation…”
Beth turned red and grimaced at Sam’s response.
“That’s all the more reason you should come on this hike with us!” Trixie insisted. “You need to get your mind off school and work.”
“A hike though?”
“I-it was my idea,” Beth confessed.
“Trixie’s idea of a day together is better than yours, and the last time we went with her, we stayed in her boyfriend’s filthy house all day while he locked himself in his cum cave screaming at his stupid fucking games and smashing his desk, making his bedroom sound like a construction site, what would the neighbours think?” she lashed, giving Trixie an earful and a verbal onslaught about her distasteful boyfriend.
“What did Trent ever do to you?” Trixie asked.
“Exist.”
Beth and Trixie took a step back as Sam pissed over the line of acceptable conversation.
“How can you date that grotty shit?” Sam asked. “He lives in his room playing games, and when he isn’t, he’s jacking off to those disgusting posters he has of naked girls with bright colored hair on the wall. Don’t tell me those are food stains again, Trixie, you know just as well as I do that those brown stains on the wall is his fucking cum!”
“My my! The language in here is shittier than the toilet I just had to clean!” the male cleaner said, walking out in his apparel carrying a bucket of soapy hot water and a mop.
“Oh, sorry!” Sam panicked. She got particularly carried away, she doesn’t usually vent like this in public.
“Jokes aside now, why don’t you go on home now? And take your potty mouths with you!” he joked.
Walking back home, before they got to the road where they would diverge paths, they came to an agreement.
“I suppose a hike isn’t too bad,” Sam said.
“It’ll be a bit of exercise, and you could us-” Trixie spoke before Beth’s hands closed her gob up.
“Really? That’s great. Remember to wear your hiking gear!” Beth cheered.
“You will only ever see me in tight fitting pants when I’m dead and you’ve decided to play dress-up with my cold corpse.” |
Hello everyone,
The chapter is now finished, and I’m as proud as piss punch to serve the truffles and champagne up to you. Though the girls aren’t going to find truffles on their hike in this chapter, they’re going to be making them.
For pee fans, there will be plenty of opportunities for the girls to drain themselves. A long hike, in the midday sun drinking lots of water equals lots of pissing and lots of embarrassing moments, so if you can brave the mud curry, life will give you lemons.
This chapter comes with a warning of same-sex female sexual tension, so if you’re not interested in lesbian themes, the end of this chapter is not for you. This chapter also doesn’t feature wetting or messing, but it features near-messing/wetting if that’s just as suitable.
I can now confirm after this chapter that I’m more than halfway done with this story. There are only a few more scenarios I want to put poor Sam and her tired bowels through, as well as a grand finale, and then I’ll start writing different kinds of fiction with the same themes. In fact, expect a short-story independent of this story very soon. I am open to suggestions for what to write next, and I’m always open for criticism.
Finally, I must apologize for this delay. I’ll spare details, but I have been very busy in my personal life. Due to this delay, I can now anticipate from now on that there will be more delays. I will not over promise from now on and I will be more transparent on delays from now on. For the next chapters, expect weekly waits from now on. I’ll try not to deviate from the consistent schedule I’ve maintained up until now, but it’s inevitable that there will be more delays. Even though I do this as a hobby, I still take my schedule very seriously.
Thank you very much for reading, and as always, I hope you enjoy.
Chapter nine (5,835 words, Poop warning, strong sexual themes and references):
The weekend was finally here. And, strangely being the first to get up at 5 AM, Sam occupied the bathroom. She wasn’t ready to go last night and today marked her third day of not having a bowel movement. Even so, with it being due soon or the next day, she struggled.
“Hrrrrrrng!” she grunted, trying to get her log to move.
Her pink taint and anus were spread open, but nothing was coming. She knew she couldn’t poop on the hike, there wouldn’t be any toilets, and even so, she did not want her friends to know that she had to poop, not again, not after last time.
Trying to hurry up before anyone knew she was occupying the bathroom, in a bout of desperation, she shoved two black-fingernailed fingers. She pushed them up with little resistance as her straining made it wide, but she couldn’t feel anything but her fleshy rectum. No nuggets, nothing hard and malleable. Nothing. It seemed her bowel movement hasn’t progressed from her colon into her rectum yet. She didn’t brave her curious fingers any deeper up her guts. She even tried to masturbate her anus, thinking it would get her dump to slide down. It didn’t work.
She pulled her fingers out and looked at them in disgust. They weren’t dirty, but they were slimy from her anal oils. She wouldn’t like to admit it, but she felt good fiddling around in her asshole. But it was no use, she couldn’t poo.
She got up and flushed the toilet, even though nothing was in there, not even a trace of yellow. She then washed her hands. They agreed to meet up at 11 AM. Sam only got up so early so she could have a bowel movement. She tried to time them in such a way that she would be completely empty going on the hike. She went back into bed, dreading that something bad may happen.
She woke up and turned to the clock radio.
“Shit!”
Sam finally made it to town, where they agreed to meet up, thirty minutes late.
“Sam, where were you?” Trixie asked.
“Unconscious, sorry” she apologized.
“That doesn’t look very hiking appropriate,” Beth pointed out.
Sam was wearing what she usually wore. Her tight black dress, with her her chubby white thighs exposed. But at least her boots were appropriate.
“I’m going like this or not at all,” Sam stressed.
“I’m hungry, we should get something to eat first,” Trixie mentioned.
“Yeah, we should get chips!” Beth cheered, pointing at a dodgy looking corner takeaway store, with letters of its sign missing.
Sam couldn’t argue, especially since she didn’t have anything to eat. It wasn’t food that worried her, it was what it was going to turn into inside her digestive system. But she rationalized that if she didn’t need to go now, she wouldn’t have to until the end of the day, and she could hold out until then.
The troublesome trio sat at a table with their fries. They each had a drink. And Trixie bought Sam a water.
“Tastes funny…” she said.
“I think it’s mineral water,” Trixie pointed out.
“No it isn’t,” Sam said, reading it out loud as spring water. “It clearly isn’t spring water, it’s just tap water. Doesn’t matter, I could drink piss I’m so thirsty.”
Beth giggled. Trixie for some reason didn’t have the same humor, she just adamantly watched Sam drinking her water.
“Hey Sam,” Beth said, picking up a chip. She made plane noises and edged it to Sam’s mouth. Sam grabbed it and ate it. “What? No, that’s not how you’re supposed to do it.”
Sam grabbed three more chips and stuffed them down. She was delighted by salty, carbohydrate bliss, tasting the crunch of the canola-oil fried exterior and the soft, hot insides melting in her mouth. Sam would have said no to eating if they didn’t have chips, they were a guilty pleasure of hers, especially salty fries.
Beth blushed as she held up another chip to Sam’s mouth. This time, Sam obliged. But it wasn’t just the chip she bit down on.
“Yargh!” Beth squealed.
“I’m sorry, your finger looked like a chip,” Sam replied.
“Chips don’t have green fingernails Sam!”
Finally at the forest trail, the three girls started their hike. The trees were gargantuan, their trunks towered high above their heads, giving them all a paradoxical sense of fear and protection simultaneously. Sam was relieved. She didn’t feel the need to plant another tree to add to the forest. But her bladder was starting to feel very full. She wasn’t shy about pissing so much as she was shitting. She thought that the girls might give her privacy to quickly nip off to make a puddle, but she thought wrong.
“Hey, anyone else need to uhh…” Sam mumbled.
“Piss?” Trixie asked. “Yeah, I’m bursting.”
Before either of them could utter even a syllable of protest, Trixie’s light-blue short-shorts were down to her knees, and without bothering to pull down her fishnet stockings, she turned her cute little round butt facing towards Beth and Sam. Without even a word of warning, she burst a jet of steaming clear piss directly behind her while she bent over. Beth jumped out of the way, but Sam wasn’t so lucky, and her boots fell victim to Trixie’s release. It wasn’t a particularly cold day, in fact, it was warm, so it was a miracle the steam venting off her stream was so visible. But it wasn’t just one stream. Both her desperation and her fishnet stockings interfering with her urethral canal caused her urine to disperse not twice, not even thrice, but with four streams of varying strength spewing out from behind her.
Sam stepped back. Normally she would have been grossed out, but instead, she was mesmerized watching Trixie shamelessly unload her full bladder all over the place, it wasn’t even five seconds and she already saturated the forest floor with her essences. But then her stream grew stronger, as she lent forward even more. The four refracting streams converged into a huge beam of wee and a dribbling stream falling directly under her. Now well out of the way, not even Trixie’s urinary artillery firing 8 feet behind her could soak her friends and endow their shoes. Beth in particular was happy she didn’t get a golden shower, as she was wearing red converse shoes. Even a little bit of tinkle would have been a disaster for her. Even though they urged Sam to come in the appropriate gear, all of them wore their usual clothes.
They kept watching her little hiney, and her little pink eye right above her gushing stream of death stared right back at them, twitching and beginning to widen in response to all the pressure and exertion on her pelvis. Her stream was starting to fluctuate, and she couldn’t keep up the intense pressure to spray her waste everywhere for long. Finally, her arcing, steaming gush slowed down to a light piddle, and it slowly stopped further to a dribble.
“Wow…” Beth gasped in awe. “You really needed that.”
Suddenly, Beth walked up to her and gave her a smack on the tush. And she had a fat grin while she did it. Sam couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Beth just smacked her friend right across her bare ass, with all of her woman bits exposed. And her hand was a little too close central for comfort.
“Ahh! Do any of you two need to go?” Trixie asked, pulling up her denim shorts with a wiggle.
“Umm… Not yet,” Beth replied.
“Hey, uhh, shouldn’t we find a public toilet?” Sam stupidly mentioned, starting to feel an urge to piss and a very patient knock at the back door.
Both Beth and Trixie laughed. Sam realized very quickly why she became the subject of ridicule, as they’d walked 15 minutes into the forest, and were far away from the bus stop, let alone any proper public toilets.
“Just do it here, come on, we don’t mind,” Trixie smiled, as Beth gave her own pained smile with a blush.
“I-I’m fine,” Sam spoke.
“Oh you’ll have to go sometime,” Trixie replied. “It’s inevitable,” she made a foreboding statement.
Only another ten minutes into the trail and Sam’s bladder was critical. They occasionally stopped for rests, because Trixie and Sam knew very little about physical activity, with the exception of Beth, who often goes on long walks and does light exercise. And it was at one rest that Beth pointed it out.
“I like your little dance Sam,” Beth giggled, glowing bright red. “Umm, it looks like you better… Squat down and take care of that…”
“If I squat I’ll never get back up again,” she remarked.
Sam’s bladder was full to bursting, and she couldn’t hide it any longer. Despite being the least active among the group, she’s the one who wanted to keep walking the most, partly because walking distracted her from her tiring piss holder, and also because she wanted this hike to end faster so she could find a public toilet to tend to her back compartment, which wasn’t in need yet, but she knew after a long walk, it would get things moving much faster.
Sam couldn’t help it any longer. While standing tall, she clumsily put her hand up under her dress and parted her knickers to the side. After there was no obstruction, she let out a fat piss, pouring out from under her. A stream of dark yellow unleashed with a massive initial splash, hitting the forest floor with such force that it splashed back all over her boots. And her stream was incredibly heavy. It didn’t need to be a powerful stream for it to be impressive, as the crackling of her urinary bombardment endowing the mossy ground was louder than the birds chirping in the treeline. Her pinkening cheeks began showing, even through her light foundation. She was embarrassed, but not as embarrassed if she’d exposed her wide arse or her fat pussy to her two friends, who didn’t seem to be thoughtful enough to give her privacy or look away. In fact, they were mesmerized. Beth in particular couldn’t keep her eyes off Sam’s jet stream. Sam was only barely holding her black panties away from the stream by her index finger precariously. Though her piss wasn’t exactly a stream towards the end, it was a bombardment on the dirt below with big explosive droplets. There was a very visible moist patch under Sam, as well as a puddle in the center, quickly being absorbed by the ground to nourish the soil with her vitamin-rich waste.
Once she was done, she tried to dry her pussy with a wiggle. But it was no use, her entire vulva and lips were saturated with her desperately needed tinkle.
“Uhh, Beth?” Sam asked, with her dress up, exposing her little pink with her hand reached out.
“Of course!” Beth stated coming up to her and reaching a tissue out to Sam’s underside.
Sam grabbed her hand and took the tissue out, “Ahh! Thank you!”
Suddenly it dawned on Beth what she was about to do, but Sam wasn’t wise to it. She attempted to dry her pussy for her. Beth looked rejected, but there was no wonder why.
“Beth… Did you just try to…” Trixie giggled.
Sam’s focus was only on getting her lady bits dry. Their conversation was background noise to returning to comfort, or at least as much comfort as possible after having a massive piss in front of her two keenly watching friends, who betrayed her dignity for a chuckle, just like the disheveled toilet where they laughed at the two-load pileup.
“All better?” Beth asked with a grin and pinkened cheeks.
“Yeah…”
They continued down the forest track and were now in the deepest part. But now Beth, jiggling around, flipping up her green-black flannel mini-skirt in desperation, clearly needed to drain herself. Or perhaps more, as she was also clutching her butt with her hands also.
“Hey Beth… Is it time?” Trixie asked.
“I… think so. Ask Sam,” Beth replied.
The two of them looked at Sam, and she didn’t know why.
“Do you have to get some weight off Sam?” Trixie smiled nervously.
“Is that a fat joke?”
A sudden realization about her full guts made her feel like she did have to get some weight off, or out, as it were. They had been walking the trail for over an hour now, and Sam have been moving a lot more than usual, it caused everything to descend much sooner than anticipated, and while she didn’t feel desperate, she would happily relieve herself right now if a public toilet were nearby. But there were only trees, and two very clingy companions with her. This mental block alone stopped her from even thinking of pooping.
“No, it’s weird... they should be working by now,” Trixie stated.
“What do you mean?” Sam asked.
Their attention was drawn to Beth, who squatted to the ground with her panties off in front of them with her legs spread out disgustingly wide. She looked up to Sam flustered and embarrassed, with her iconic pink cheeks now turning a shade of bashful scarlet.
“Trixie, lets give her some privacy,” Sam uttered, turning her back to walk away, beckoning Trixie to join her.
“N-no!” Beth yelped. “I-I want you to watch.”
“E-excuse me?” Sam asked, turning her head closer to Beth while still avoiding looking at her exposed underhalf and her particularly hairy bush, even more wild than the one they are now just hiking in and equally green.
“Wow, the carpet matches the drapes after all…” Trixie giggled.
“Please!” Beth insisted.
It was a mystery to Sam why Beth wanted her to watch her pee. But a morbid fascination, the impulse of her inhibitions and Beth’s almost lusty glare staring into Sam’s eyes convinced her to stay and watch. Sam instinctively knelt down by her side to watch while Trixie had a big grin on the sidelines.
“Thank you, please watch everything…” Beth begged, as she put her finger over her bush and spread her lips apart.
It was an incredibly vulnerable position Beth was in. She was awkwardly squat with her red-converse clad feet splayed while her legs were open beyond a 90 degree angle, directly facing Sam, while her pinky-purple lady lips were parted right underneath her hairy pubic-region, a faded dark-green, not as bright as her hair, with some brunette hairs showing. On the inside of her gaping labia was a burning hot pink, and a little button right on the top that seemed to respond to her fingers movements. Sam couldn’t take her eyes off. She didn’t want to look. She found her own sexuality to be morbid, let alone what Beth was enticing her into watching. But it was clear that for what ever psychological reason, Beth needed her to watch. And she didn’t say anything that could upset her.
Finally, after a whimper and a tummy rub, Beth’s pussy let out a very weak dribble of trickle. It stopped and started, while Beth stared directly into Sam’s eyes for every moment. Sam’s gaze was swapping from Beth’s hazel pearls to her little pink abyss and back again. Her pathetic tinkle came to a sudden halt, as droplets kept falling off her moistened labia.
“Can you hold my hand?” Beth asked, holding her hand out.
Without a word or thought of rejection, Sam held her hand out. And as soon as it was close, Beth clasped it tightly. She wasn’t about to let go. And after feeling Beth’s body jolt and convulse momentarily, she started weeing. This time with more force. Sam watched as her arc of lemon grew bigger, but not intense or messy, just a clean, directed and accurate stream from her urethra onto the soil below, forming a small waterfall, as they were perched on an incline. Sam surprisingly didn’t feel dirty watching her. It is a human need after all. But another human need she didn’t realize Beth needed right now was acceptance. Sam felt it herself. She always felt ashamed when she had to relieve herself, though it was mostly her bowel movements that caused this anxiety, and the vicious circle of her holding in her bowel movements, to blocking toilets, to being ridiculed, making her hold in her bowels etc.
Sam felt Beth’s maddeningly fast pulse through the tight grip of her hand. It wasn’t an intimacy she had experienced from anyone. Not from a cute boy, not even from her shattered family. She was very unfamiliar with touch, and the touch she was used to was her brothers rudely snatching things from her, the girls she got into physical altercations with through school and the… awful things her biological father did when her and her mother moved back in after his new wife and mother of her two brothers passed on. But she stopped thinking about these things. Watching Beth, now comfortable but still blushing as she did her wee, Sam felt an almost Buddhist zen. Surrounded and attuned by nature, the birds singing in the trees, the gentle breeze making the trees speak their leafy tongue and the splattering of Beth’s urine on the soil.
Finally, Beth’s tinkle slowed down. And she gave a glistening smile to Sam. She finally let go of her grip on Sam’s hand.
“Thank you,” Beth spoke. “But… But I’m not done.”
*Poop warning*
“You want me to keep watching?” But that’s too…” Sam asked.
Beth’s face fell to the ground in shame as she muttered, “Disgusting… I know.”
“That’s not what I meant…” Sam said.
“Please just watch.”
Trixie remained silent throughout the whole ordeal, watching them. She looked like she was about to burst out laughing but she was also smiling. It was as if she knew something that they didn’t. Sam was not prepared for this. She was even alright peeing in front of them herself, but pooing is something else entirely. She didn’t want anyone to know about her dumps. She wanted to pretend she didn’t even do that dirty thing. The thought that someone else would not only be comfortable doing it in front of her but wanting her to watch was taboo, lewd and unthinkable. But even in spite of this, Sam, now standing up to watch Beth let it out, reluctantly granted Beth’s strange wish.
“Hrrnng!” Beth stirred, rubbing her belly and leaning forward.
Sam was thankful Beth didn’t ask her to take a better view from behind, but her pussy was still visible, and the falling shit would have been visible as well. Sam didn’t think that today, she would be watching a shit coming out from under her close friend, but here she was. Beth was definitely going to do it. But her cheeks turned from scarlet to violet. Even her body was fighting against her desire to defecate, it seemed, in the present of two people, even if they were her accepting friends.
“I can’t go…” Beth spoke.
“Then… don’t,” Sam replied.
“But I want to, I’m…” Beth paused.
Finally breaking her silence, Trixie explained, “Sam, the reason we came here… It was for a lovely hike. But it was also because both of you need to get over your anxiety.”
“Our anxiety?” Sam asked.
“Yeah. Both of you are ashamed of your poops. And that’s not healthy,” Trixie stated.
Sam’s cheeks and face burnt up, slicing through her light white foundation, which was already dampened by mild sweat.
“What?” Sam paused. “You mean you brought us out here to… Shit in front of each other?!”
“It was Beth’s idea, I just insisted we do it,” Trixie added.
“I’m quite happy with how I manage… My needs... thank you,” Sam fumbled.
Beth, unable to poop, got up and put her panties back up, but not back on all the way.
“Sam, we’re very sorry about laughing at you,” Beth confessed.
“We weren’t laughing at you, we were laughing at the pile-up,” Trixie added.
Sam felt a pang of guilt and shame for how she destroyed that toilet, especially paired with the news that one of the cleaners recently quit.
“Sam… I have anxiety when I poop too, so it was awful for me to laugh,” Beth admitted.
“But, you’re so outgoing, boyish and extroverted, I don’t understand why you’d be shy about pooping,” Sam wondered.
“I know. It’s a paradox. I can’t poop in public. Whenever I can, I take care of it at home. And that isn’t always possible with my irritable bowel syndrome,” Beth elaborated. “I hope you don’t think it’s too much information. But I thought we could get over our anxiety together.”
Suddenly, a big rush struck Sam’s guts. Without even feeling the warning signs, she felt an urgent shit banging on her back door. Impulsively, she braced and clutched her stomach. She was visibly uncomfortable.
“That took a long time to work,” Trixie giggled.
“Did… Did you give me laxatives!?” Sam yelled. “I thought that water tasted off!”
“I might have put something in there to make you poo-poo,” Trixie confessed.
Sam buckled over, feeling waves of desperation hitting her bowels. But they were strong enough to hold. Even so, she pulled her panties to the side, so if she failed, her mudslide would plop onto the ground below and not into her panties, not again.
“I’ll kill you, you little bitch!” Sam impotently threatened.
“There are plenty of places to hide a dead body here, but first you better deal with that swelling in your tummy,” Trixie said.
Beth looked into Sam’s eyes intently.
“Trixie… This isn’t working,” Beth plead. “Neither of us can go.”
“You aren’t innocent,” Sam muttered. “Trying to get us over our ‘poop-anxiety’ by spiking us with laxatives and making us shit in front of each other? What kind of stupid idea was that.”
“The hike was Beth’s idea, the laxatives were my idea,” Trixie admitted. “I had to make sure both of you were going to do your business. I needed to give you both a little encouragement.”
Beth looked ashamed, she was nearly on the verge of tears. Sam was furious. She did not what to upend her guts in front of her two traitorous friends. She knew they were trying to help, and Beth was suffering the same embarrassment and anxiety as Sam did. But she was determined to not give in to her sphincter’s demand to relax itself.
“I am not pooping in front of you,” Sam stated.
“It’s not hard!” Trixie yelled. “Look. Look at this, this is how simple it is!”
Trixie did the unspeakable.
Trixie turned her butt to Beth and Sam, who froze. She pulled her shorts, white panties and fishnet stockings all the way, completely exposing her bare little bottom. She pulled off her shorts and panties and placed them beside her, but she pulled her fishnet stockings forward so they weren’t in the way. She bent over completely and stuck her butt out.
“I thought you two might have some difficulty,” Trixie said. “So I decided to bake my own loaf.”
After a loud, long fart howled out like a beast’s warcry from Trixie’s round little pooper, her pink butthole widened to reveal a huge light brown head of filth. She was indeed pinching a serious loaf. It seemed Trixie’s bowel bakery was open for business, and she was cooking up something big and nasty.
“Trixie! We can see what you had for breakfast!” Sam stressed.
“That’s the general idea.”
After a girly little grunt, Trixie heaved, buckled over even further and started to unspool a wide and long sticky turd, which was a rich caramel brown, and the texture was smooth and gooey. The elastic of her pink anus was stretched wide as the head of her tummy snake, just over 2 inches in diameter slithered out of her guts. It very quickly descended down, well past her knees, and it remained unbroken.
“Wow, that Psyllium husk really did the trick,” Beth commented.
“I have to admit, it ached a lot brewing this baby,” Trixie replied, turning her blushing face to see Sam and Beth with a long snake still dangling out of her bum.
Sam couldn’t take her eyes away. She noted the colour and texture of Trixie’s poo. She was almost jealous with how easy it was to pass, as well as how gooey yet consistent and firm it was. She started to imagine how it must have felt coming out. But this thought triggered her deeply hidden inhibitions, and she ceased thinking too deeply.
Trixie was standing, but her legs were slightly bent. Even so, in the record time of fifteen seconds, she went from having a full pink anus to growing a tail almost reaching the ground. Trixie took a break to catch her breath and relax momentarily from her exertion, and while she did, her snaking poo’s descent stopped. And after a little moan, it started again. It wasn’t stopping. Her huge belly coil just kept coming and coming, at such rapid pace too. And its thickness remained consistent throughout the entire excretion.
Sam’s attention was disrupted when she heard a whimper from Beth, right beside her. When she looked at Beth, her face was blood red, and she was fiddling with herself. She had her hand up her skirt, and it was obvious that she was masturbating.
“What are you doing?” Sam asked.
“Uhh, my underwear needed readjusting,” Beth replied.
This excuse didn’t seem satisfactory to Sam, but she didn’t push the point. Sam was beginning to think Beth had more than just anxiety about pooping. In fact, it seemed very suspicious that she wanted to bring them out here to do these shenanigans in the first place. Sam pondered about Beth’s more insidious purpose.
Meanwhile, Trixie’s snake hit the ground. Her bowel python was making contact with the ground while it was still inside her, and as it bent to start coiling up on the ground below, only then did it thin down from her anus, until it finally detached, leaving a clump of poop on Trixie’s spent asshole. The tail of the snake fell down and coiled itself into an unbroken, long coil right underneath her. But she wasn’t done. A final, thin baby snake poured out of her, very sloppy in consistency. It fell out and plopped down to join its mom, waiting below, taking the clump on her anus with it. But she was still dirty from her sticky expulsion.
“Beth,” Trixie asked.
As Trixie produced a wet wipe from her bag, she said, “Right behind you!” and went up to wipe her dirty ass.
“Beth, aren’t you going to let Trixie do that!” Sam questioned. But it was too late, Trixie’s eager fingers were slowly wiping up Trixie’s bottom with the wet wipe.
Sam questioned why Beth didn’t throw the wipe away, but her justification for saving the environment seemed like a good cover for why she wrapped it up and put it in a sealed plastic bag to put back in her backpack. It seemed she really did think this little hike through.
All three of them, including Sam, looked down to marvel at the poop Trixie produced.
“Snakes aren’t endemic to this area,” Sam said.
“They are now,” Trixie retaliated.
“Do you have a name for them?” Beth asked.
“Hmm… Slither and…” Trixie paused.
“Gut destroyer?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, that will do,” Trixie chuckled. “I wish I could measure it.”
“That looks like it completely filled your intestines,” Sam asked. “How long did you hold that in for?”
“Only two days, I took some Psyllium husk to make it a really big one, and it worked,” Trixie explained proudly.
Trixie managed to lower their guard and enticed them to explore their vulnerabilities. Both of them witnessed a massive snake crawl out of their friend’s ass, who was much smaller than them, but managed to produce a colossal turd. Both of them felt more emboldened. And if Trixie could drop her guts in front of them, they should be able to as well.
“I think I can go now,” Beth spoke. “I think I have to, it won’t wait any longer…”
Beth once more squat down, into her lewd leg-spread position. She was still blushing profusely, but she was emboldened. Suddenly, Sam pulled down her panties, squat down and joined her in her quest for bowel relief.
“You’re going to go too?” Beth asked.
“I’m only doing it for you,” Sam said, as she jiggled her legs, adjusting her posture and spreading her legs so that her poop could be seen by Beth and what little of her pussy could be seen between the fat of her thighs and pubic region. But even that wasn’t enough to hide her little pinky.
“You’re very curvy Sam,” Beth complimented.
“Just shut up and shit.”
They held each others hands. Both of them were still trembling and were uncomfortable with the situation. But they both wanted to help each other with their anxiety, even if this was a questionable was to do it.
Beth was the first to go, as a wet shart exploded from her ass with a long hissing fart. Sam’s eyes were once again alternating to her eyes and underneath her, expectantly awaiting what sounded like a messy, gassy shit.
Suddenly, a big, lumpy dark brown shit dropped out of her, followed by a forceful wave of sloppy, porridgy shit pouring out under Beth as her guts made sounds akin to a nearly empty ketchup bottle being squeezed and letting out only dripples and plenty of air. Her farts coincided with her emissions of sloppy poo. It was wet, and had plenty of visible nuts and seeds. Her bowels let out a veritable rainbow of poo, as some was dark brown and compact like the initial head, and it alternated between hazelnut and creamy light brown. Just as Sam thought she was done, she exploded, firing a shotgun volley of nuggets. Beth looked very embarrassed, she brought one of her hands up to her mouth in shame as Sam watched.
“It’s ok,” Sam reassured.
Sam kept watching her poo. But after a final release of some liquidy soft-serve and a big finishing fart as gratitude from her relieved ass, it was Sam’s turn. But before she could go, she noticed a fat drip of white slime dangling from Beth’s vagina. And it just hit Sam that it wasn’t just her that felt that way after excretion.
“That… Goo. What is that?” Sam asked.
Beth looked down, only to look back at Sam in disgust and embarrassment.
“That… Happens sometimes when I poo.”
“It happens to me too,” Sam confessed, even though something told her not to reveal this kind of information.
“Does it? Is it normal?” Beth asked.
“I think so. Anyway, it’s my turn.”
After some stressful pushing, it seemed Sam couldn’t do it either. In spite of her strong urge from the laxatives.
“I’ve been backed up for three days,” Sam admitted.
“That’s no good, you shouldn’t hold it for that long you know!” Trixie stressed.
“You can talk,” Beth replied. “You challenge yourself to hold it in for as long as your little guts can handle.”
“Yeah, my record is six days, I can’t quite cross over the finish line to seven days.”
Finally, movement. Sam’s bowels started to release their hold on the contents of her colon. And Beth watched in near glee as she watched the head of a densely packed nuggety shit emerge from Sam. Sam felt an unbelievable, intoxicating wave of shame and embarrassment. She felt Beth’s hand on her shoulder.
“You’re doing a good job Sam,” Beth spoke.
This reassurance worked, as Sam’s turd started coming out faster. It was very wide, as usual, splitting her ass apart. The line between pleasure and pain had long blurred with Sam, and all she could feel while she emptied herself was poo euphoria. A sharp jolt of pleasure from her vagus nerve urged her to push with all of her might, feeling her dirty hole widen to push her lumpy stool out. Suddenly, it felt like no one was there anymore, not even Beth, still holding her hand. She buckled over and moaned in pleasure as her monstrous poop started falling out of her colon. But it was propelled by a huge tail of sticky, gooey shit, much like Trixie’s earlier, and when it emerged, it was just as caramel in color, but definitely not taste. With an intense feeling of release, the massive thinning tailed stool shot out of her and plonked on the ground with a soft thud.
“Oh my god!” Beth spoke.
“Looks like those laxatives did the trick,” Trixie stated. “Did that feel good?”
Sam was in a state of near unresponsiveness, she was still getting over the pleasure that her fast, hard laxative induced dump gave her. And without a warning, a big drooping, sticky dollop of pure white goo was released dangling from her vaginal cavity.
Beth blushed a lustful, burning bright red.
“Sam, you had a… Woman moment,” Beth pointed out, finally snapping Sam out of her euphoric state.
Sam realized that just like Beth, she made a huge dollop of woman goo and dropped it all over her massive, wide log. Sam looked up to see Beth desperately and vigorously fingering herself.
“Beth!” Trixie urged.
“What the!” Sam said as she got up as quickly as her frame would allow, belaying her desire to wipe herself clean.
Beth went to town on her moist, pink pussy, still slick with the discharge of her womanly pleasure. Sam and Trixie could only watch as her slimy fingers mashed her hole and clitoris like she was speedrunning stuffing a turkey for Thanksgiving. And Sam and Trixie alike wouldn’t forget the moans and whimpers coming from her. Beth, whether ashamedly or not, was emanating sounds of primal arousal. And her clitoris and lips bulged with blood, coloring it dark vermilion.
Her strokes became faster, harder, and more vigorous, and with a final, violent burst of vigor, Beth erupted clear fluid all over her own shit as well as Sam’s. A burst of clear fluid even stronger than her urine burst out like a jet for a split second and covered their waste with her liquid femininity that not even her tomboyish demeanor could hide any longer.
Sam’s jaw was wide. She just watched her friend ejaculate over poo. Whether she just felt better after letting it out, watching Sam do one or watching Sam release a dollop of slime, she didn’t know the exact trigger of Beth’s furious masturbation. But Sam had a suspicion now as Trixie whispered in Sam’s ear to confirm it.
“Perhaps I need to tell you now,” Trixie whispered. “Beth likes women.” |
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it” he lied as he began to dribble urine into his tight briefs, this was the first time Jackson had ever found himself in such a position and he was not much of a fan. In his twenty years on this earth, he had never had an accident outside of his childhood, but as determined as he was, he feared this record would soon be broken. Jackson, an amiable, good-natured man who had a smile for everyone did not want his girlfriend of six years to witness such humiliation. However, In the confined space of his girlfriends’ car he had nowhere to hide and nothing much to do to relieve the overwhelming pressure he felt pushing against the tip of his penis. He knew home was not far, but it may as well have been in a different dimension. He had tried crossing his legs. He had tried taking his mind of it by playing on his phone. He had tried gently rocking back and forth in his seat. It was all useless against the raging torrent he feared would soon strip away his dignity.
Another bump in the road shook the car. His girlfriend was driving like a maniac in a frantic attempt to get her boyfriend to a toilet before he lost whatever control he had over his bladder. “I’m sorry” she said sympathetically as the car shook violently. “it’s fine” he lied again as another spurt of warmth spread around his groin. A cursory inspection with his hand told him he had peed through his jeans and that it would likely be visible to the outside world. He grabbed his crotch and squeezed hard, but this did nothing except fill his hand with urine. “I don’t want to pee in your car” he said as calmly as he could, realizing he was in dire straits. “It’s not far, babe” Emily said comfortingly. “If you don’t pull over, I’m going to pee all over your car seat and I don’t want to do that” he said seriously. Emily glanced at her boyfriend and thought for a second. “it’s like five minutes babe, you can do it” Emily announced as confidently as she could. Jackson did not make a reply and instead groaned in frustration and stared at the celling of the car.
It was true. They were close to home and Jackson was a strong man, but even the strongest of men can have an accident in the right conditions and Jackson was learning this fact for the first time. His mind was frantic, and he thought of nothing except the wetness around his crotch and the extreme sensation of urine pushing against the tip of his penis. His frantic state was only eased slightly when their apartment building homed into view. Emily swung the car hard to the right and in a single maneuver brough the car to a stop in their designated parking space. “Quick snap” Emily said as the pair leapt out of the car.
Emily grabbed her man’s hand as they quick marched up the pathway to their apartment door. She glanced at the wetness around her boyfriend’s crotch and silently hoped he hadn’t peed on her car seat. Emily punched in the buildings door code and the two strode quickly through as the automatic door swung open. They lived on the ninth floor, and they were not planning to walk. Emily called the elevator and waited patiently as it climbed down through the floors. The elevator had been on the fourth floor, so it did not take long to reach the couple. They dived inside and smashed the button for the ninth floor. “It seems worse now than ever” Jackson said. “Well yeah, it’s cause you know you’re close to a toilet, it’s normal babe” Emily said knowingly. The elevator climbed slower than it ever had before, at least that is how it felt to Jackson. Seventh floor.
The elevator stopped. The doors did not open. It had broken down.
“What’s happened?” Jackson asked in horror. “I think it has broken down” Emily said calmly. Emily pressed the emergency button and there was a beeping sound for a few seconds before it wrung off and nothing more happened. “I’ll call that number” Emily insisted, referring a phone number listed as an emergency contact number. “I can’t wait” Jackson said urgently as Emily dialed the number. A man answered the phone and the two talked for several minutes. Emily explained the situation and the man told her it would be several hours until an engineer would get there. “Well?” Jackson asked urgently as he jiggled on the spot. “Several hours” Emily replied sadly.
Jackson’s face dropped as he heard the words. “Well, that’s that then” he said darkly as he let down his defenses and started to flood his briefs and jeans. “You can do…” Emily cut herself off as she noticed her boyfriend had given up and had started to wet himself. “I’m sorry” he said sadly as urine poured through his underwear and thundered down his legs to form an ever-expanding puddle by his feet. “I just couldn’t…” he started to say before Emily cut him off “I know babe, you aren’t the first and won’t be the last” she said truthfully as she watched the streaks of urine flow down her boyfriends’ legs. Tears moistened his eyes as he looked down at the puddle he was making. “This is humiliating” he said. “When you have to go, you have to go” Emily said dismissively, trying to preserve her boyfriends’ dignity. “But..” he started before Emily cut him off again “no buts, it happens you’re still my sexy man and this” she said grabbing his pissy crotch “is still mine.” Jackson jumped back slightly in surprise as Emily grabbed his still pissing penis. Urine poured through her fingers, but she did not care. She wanted to please her man and make something better of the situation.
Emily grabbed Jackson’s fly and unzipped. Then, she undid the button and in one, well-practiced move, she yanked his soaked jeans to his ankles. He was still peeing slightly, but Emily didn’t care. She firmly grabbed her boyfriends’ crotch again and squeezed hard, sending a flow of warm pee through her fingers. She held this position for a few moments until she was certain her boyfriend had finished urinating and then, still admiring his tight package, held comfortably by his marl grey briefs, she rubbed his wet penis up and down until he became hard. Emily gently began to remove his pissy underwear and slide them towards his ankles. His penis was erect and stood firmly to attention. She gripped the shaft of his penis and began to tug, starting gently and slowly becoming more vigorous in her motions. “That nice?” she asked and received a swift nod in response. “You make me so wet” she said “I want you” she added lustfully, biting her lip.
Jackson grabbed her firmly and pushed her against the elevator wall. He lifted her skirt and began to finger her pussy. She was indeed wet, and Jackson was not convinced it was all lubrication. “You naughty girl” he said “big girls don’t pee in their panties” he added. “True” Emily responded “but then, big boys don’t wet their pants either, so I guess we’re even” she added in a sexy tone. In response, Jackson fingered her pussy harder and pressed the cotton of her underwear almost inside her vagina, feeling more and more moisture as he did so. “Would that make you feel better, if the little girl wet her panties?” Emily teased him and Jackson grunted in response. “I’ll do anything for you” she announced as she opened the taps and allowed a stream of urine to flow through her underwear, “oops” she said in feigned surprise. “Dirty bitch” Jackson grunted as he lifted her legs to her waist and was answered by more pee coming through Emily’s panties. “Take me” Emily commanded. Jackson’s fingers had just gripped the fabric of Emily’s panties when he suddenly stopped everything he was doing. His penis went soft, and his head turned swiftly, as the elevator doors opened.
Jackson looked in horror at the young woman who stared back at him and Emily through wide eyes. She could not have been more than twenty-five years old, and she seemed totally shocked by what was in front of her. “Fuck” Jackson cursed. Emily hurriedly returned her skirt to its rightful position and straightened herself out. Jackson meanwhile fumbled clumsily with his soaked briefs and jeans and quickly tried to hide his manhood. He hoisted his briefs back up and he shuddered slightly at the cold wetness that hugged his balls and penis tightly. His jeans followed soon afterwards, and he shuddered again at the cold wetness and the sheer weight of his soaked jeans. “We’re really sorry” Emily said blushing like a traffic light “this” she said gesturing to her boyfriends’-soaked jeans “was an accident, we’ll clean it up” she said, finishing her brief explanation. “It’s fine” the young woman responded quickly and awkwardly “but um, you should know that there is a camera in there” she said pointing towards a corner of the elevator “and it is manned twenty-four hours a day, live” she added. Both Jackson and Emily blushed bright red. “I, um, I’m sorry” Jackson said awkwardly.
The three stood in an awkward silence for what felt like an eternity before Emily finally made the first move to break the standoff. “We’re on the ninth, if we take it up, we’ll hold it there and clean it” she said in apology. “That would be good” the woman said whilst nodding awkwardly. Emily mashed the button for the ninth floor again and as the door closed on their humiliation she sighed deeply, and then burst into laughter. Jackson stared at Emily in utter confusion. “What is funny about this?” he asked in confusion, “nothing really, but also kinda everything” she responded before bursting into laughter again. “Urghh I’m gunna wee myself” she said whilst laughing in hysterics. Jackson didn’t understand what was so funny. He had been humiliated twice. Caught in a sex act. Caught wetting his pants, both live and on camera and then he was denied the opportunity to fuck his girlfriend. Not his best day, he thought to himself ruefully. It was two weeks later when the footage of him wetting his pants arrived in his email inbox. It was then he finally understood why Emily had laughed about it so much. It was outrageous. Ridiculous. Outlandish, but it was life. |
"Hey Garoo, wait here a sec. Got a clam that needs draining, if you catch the drift!"
He should have been caught off-guard by such a blunt declaration, but the kangaroo beastkin could only sigh exasperatedly, too used to this sort of behavior. Not from his many years of mercenary work and the countless experiences that brought with it, but all from this short time he had known CJ. The teenage scavenger had come to New Nevaeh not long ago in search of massive treasure, and thanks to situations he couldn't really say no to, the two had been teamed up. In that time, he had found her to be relentlessly optimistic, way too quick to offer aid to others, and just about the mirror opposite of ladylike. "Oi, you really weren't kidding about how shameless you were," Garoo groaned, sheathing his massive sword in the tiny magic pouch around his waist.
"Like I said, a scavenger leaves their shame at the door, 'cause they'll be carrying too much treasure to weigh them down already!" With a grin devoid of any embarrassment, CJ wandered off the set path, pushing aside the foliage until she was halfway hidden by bushes and vines, at which point she suddenly turned back to the group. "You should come with, Isha."
"H-huh?!" However, having not been part of the team as long, Isha was shocked by CJ's request. "Can you not do it yourself?!"
"Just hurry up and get over here!" And without waiting, she retreated further into nature, quickly obscured by all the greenery, leaving acting mayor Isha little choice but to comply with the unusual offer, getting her flowing white dress and long azure hair caught in branches and shrubbery as she tried her best to curve around all the worst stuff.
It was when they had wandered just out of earshot and clear line of sight, though still half as far as Isha would prefer for this kind of thing, that CJ suddenly came to a total stop. She didn't even hesitate, look around, take any precautions before putting her climbing axes down and throwing her red shorts to her knees. She didn't even give Isha a chance to look away before immediately following it up by hooking her fingers around the elastic waistband of her plain black panties, sending them to join her shorts down below. CJ was facing away from Isha, meaning she only flashed her shapely rear in that direction, but that was still more of the scavenger than she needed to see. Isha, with a radiant blush igniting her cheeks, raised an arm to hastily cover her eyes. "C-could you not wait a moment longer?"
It seemed she got her answer before the last note exited her lips, as her ears were met with the sound of a trickling stream, crackling as it splashed against a pile of dry leaves gathered on the ground. She couldn't have picked a much louder place to drop a pee, not without having to go far worse than she currently did. It clearly didn't have much power, but that didn't stop CJ from expressing satisfaction with her release. "Ahhh..."
Really? Mmgh... Not that Isha was uncomfortable with the act of urination; people had needs. She wasn't even necessarily upset with CJ's public urination; there were dozens of adventurers exploring New Nevaeh's Runebarrows, she wasn't naive enough to assume every one of them held it until they got back. Actually, even if they did get back to town, that wouldn't save a desperate treasure hunter. With nothing more than tents as shelter on Outlander Lane, Isha had seen many puddles, some in the process of being created, when she looked in on the scavengers from time to time. The acting mayor of a town under those circumstances couldn't be grossed out simply by nature's call. If anything, doing so in the Great Forest was the best possible place to do it if "somewhere civilized" was off the table.
No, her problem was strictly proximity. Just because Isha peed too didn't mean she was comfortable with being so close to someone else in the act. Even turned away, she couldn't just pretend it wasn't happening, she could only do her best to ignore it, instead focusing on the birds in the trees above as she used one hand to awkwardly rub her upper arm on the opposite side. Though it soon became evident, nothing short of an earthquake could allow her to overlook the gentle river of dubious origin ringing in her ears. She just had to grit her teeth and bear with it. Has she been going for an exceptionally long time, or does it just feel that way?
Well, regardless of the true duration, the splashing calmed down shortly after, brought to a finale with one punctuating sigh from CJ. "Phew... Ah, good to have that done and over with." Not that Isha could see anything, but judging by the sound of rustling clothing, the scavenger was in the process of putting her panties and shorts back on. In fact, that sound had begun so quickly, Isha could only come to one conclusion: She almost certainly didn't wipe. It was probably a good thing neither was privy to the other's expression, because Isha couldn't hold back a small grimace of disgust at the thought.
Thankfully for her, being the acting mayor of a popular and troubled town, Isha was skilled enough to not let negative emotion be evident by the time CJ jumped in front of her, with a proud smile bridging her features. "Alright, I'm all done now!"
"Yes, I should hope so, if you're showing yourself to me. Now, would you care to explain why it was so imperative that I join you? Would you have been too afraid otherwise?"
CJ laughed, louder than was needed for someone barely a foot away. "It wasn't for me, Isha!"
"Really? Then who did this benefit?"
"Oh, come on! You really think I haven't been noticing all the squirming and shifting you've been doing under that dress?"
"Ah..." No further words passed Isha's lips, but a choice phrase came to mind: She could tell?! It obviously wasn't something she wanted to bring up, but it was true. Between her duties to New Nevaeh and her new work with CJ and Garoo, Isha had been kept pretty busy, leaving her little time for "less essential" tasks. Not as many papers signed, less-than-daily bathing, and, most distracting at the moment, longer spans of time between visits to the toilet. Midday was fast approaching, and a desire to get an early start meant her usual morning pee was skipped. That had come back to bite her, and the verbal reminder was doing her no favors in that department.
No, it isn't that bad. I'm sure we'll be done before long, and then I can make a quick stop in the town office. There won't be an issue. "So you figured you would give me cover? Well, I appreciate the thought, but I'll be quite alright for the time."
"Cover? Nah, I figured you'd need a lesson."
Isha was an intelligent woman, but try as she might, she couldn't fathom what CJ meant by that. "What kind of 'lesson'?"
"It's a real useful skill for girls to be able to pop a squat and pee outdoors, you know! I mean, I use it all the time!"
Though capable of using fire magic, Isha had never felt her body grow hotter than at this moment. "I-I-I'm perfectly capable of that, thank you very much!"
That seemed to surprise CJ. "Really? I just kinda figured a hoity-toity girl like you wouldn't know anything other than a clean toilet."
"Well..." This whole conversation had been uncomfortable, but now Isha could scarcely look CJ in the eye. "You see, in a town as wrought with turmoil as ours, the plumbing can't always be counted on to work."
"Ah, gotcha. Well, if you know what to do, you should get on with it. Way better to just take a whiz so it can't distract you."
Isha looked at the pile of glistening, dripping leaves, feeling her heart sink as the particulars of that act flashed by her. I'd have to be fit to burst before I expose my undergarments in public like this...and be twice as bad for anything below them! Yes, I'm sure our excursion into the forest won't last. "I'll be quite fine, thank you very much."
"You sure? You don't wanna go wetting your pa-"
"I said I'd be fine," Isha interrupted, extremely hastily and tersely. Even she seemed to realize that her outburst was uncalled for, judging by the way CJ recoiled from the sound of her voice, given that she pretty quickly backed down. "My apologies, it's just...please don't remind me. I can handle this, so you don't need to embarrass me by bringing it up."
CJ shrugged. "Alright, if you insist. But I'm not slowing down for you! That humongous rune lens is going to be mine!" Reaching down to the ground, she picked up her climbing axes and ran back to the trail where they left their third member. Isha could tell when the two had met up once more, thanks to the loud declaration that echoed between the trees soon after. "Damn, now everything's gone and started sticking to my junk! Do guys ever have to worry about crap like that?"
Not wanting to be alone out in the monster-filled wilderness, Isha started back, but turned one more time to the scavenger's mess. At this point, it appeared as nothing more than a sparkling sheen, but when she was all too aware of how it got there, she couldn't divorce the images in her mind. "Nnph..." Completely unintentionally, totally unthinking, her legs found themselves sliding closer together, until her slender thighs were pressed one against the other, squeezing her private parts between in the process with a weak grip. Yet, even as she did it, she knew it wouldn't do her much good. She really needed a nice pee.
"No, don't even think about that," Isha reprimanded, shaking her head to dislodge those ideas as she forced her feet shoulder-width apart. With fists balled at her sides, she took a deep breath, steeled herself, and began the involved process of stepping over all the roots and around all the shrubbery on her way back. And every step was deliberate, careful, as gentle as could be to avoid any jostling.
By the time she got back, she was greeted with CJ's usual chipper attitude, and Garoo with his head in his hand. "Please," the beastkin begged, "please teach this brat some ladylike behavior."
Isha shrugged. "I know a lost cause when I see one."
The three got started walking deeper into the forest, CJ leading the pack, physically and in conversation. "Come on, have you ever heard of a scavenger be some snooty princess type?"
Garoo barked back, an odd sight for a kangaroo."I ain't askin' for that! I'm just askin' for someone who's been 'toilet trained since one-and-a-half' to have some slight decency on the subject!"
It took a second for the concept to truly bloom inside her head, but once it had, Isha stopped dead in her tracks in total bewilderment. "Why do you know when CJ was toilet trained, Garoo?"
He didn't even slow down. "Yeah, why do I know?! You wanna tell her why I would know something stupid like that, kid?!"
"Heh heh," CJ chuckled, not giving any further elaboration than that.
What sort of people have I gotten myself involved with? "Never mind. Why did we come out to the Great Forest, again?"
"Uhh..." CJ's voice trailed off until she was completely silent, something that continued for quite some time afterwards.
And Isha felt she knew the reason why. "Let me guess: you can't remember which person you agreed to help?"
"Listen, we help a lot of people! I can't be expected to remember them all!"
"You wanna take that as a sign that maybe you should cool it on hearing out every bum who needs a favor," Garoo grumbled.
"Hey, I gotta get those stamps! Right, acting mayor? Ah, I'm sure I'll remember when I see it!"
So we're going to be here for quite some time, I take it. Isha felt her bladder grow heavier at the mere suggestion. I suppose I'm in for quite the trial.
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"Aha, there's some...no, that's just more huge ore. Not high-purity enough." No, they weren't mining for ore in the forest. They had finished that job, and been on their way to report it when CJ noticed somebody on Second Street that seemed to have something on their mind. And, no matter how much Isha mentally screamed for her to let it be for a moment, CJ just had to listen to their woes and, without a moment to consider it, immediately offered to help. Thus, here they were in the quarry.
And Isha still needed to pee. Really badly. She couldn't work up the courage to put her foot down and say a break was mandatory while they were in New Nevaeh proper, and now it was too late. She knew plenty well that there was not a restroom, not even some slapdash outhouse put together by the outlanders, down her in the quarries. So what do I do? This is ridiculous!
"This is ridiculous!" Garoo was just as impatient, so maybe he was on the same wavelength as Isha. That's...something I never wish to picture again. "I know this is comin' from a merc, but why do ya have to take a job from everybody?!"
"Because they give me stamps! Gotta do 'em all," chipper CJ replied, like it was the most obvious reason to go out of one's way. "Isn't that the reason you came up with it, Isha?"
I am going to abolish that damn system! Yes, it was the fault of her own procedure for getting explorers to do good for the town. It was ironically that which brought her to where she stood now: in the dark, humid underground caves, ready to cry from how badly she needed to go. Every step forward she took was short and stiff, for her legs were practically glued together at the hip joints, squeezing the folds of her womanhood shut to wall off all the holes down there. If she didn't, it would be only a matter of time before her white dress turned half-yellow.
Her underwear was already at that point, thanks to a series of many brief startles and scares, upon which the choking grip in her swimsuit area loosened, resulting in a warm spurt. This had unfolded approximately a dozen times by now, resulting in not just damp panties, but a few dribbles, liberated from the thin fabric wall keeping them captive, crept down her legs until they reached her shoes. To be fair, at least some of it was sweat, not just from the actual heat of the pent-up urine continuously boiling under her body temperature, but the strain applied everywhere besides her abdominal area, an effort necessary to prevent immediate soaking. Her legs shook, her hands turned clammy, her modest chest heaved, and her face gleamed with perspiration and burned a labored red. I know they're unrefined, but CJ and Garoo aren't stupid. If either of them looks back here, they'll have to notice. So I should just rip the bandage off and-
"Damn, got a big guy ahead," Garoo warned, as he slung his massive sword over his shoulder. "Stay back." The mercenary hopped ahead of the pack, preemptively readying the blade to hit hard.
Okay, it's just CJ. It should be much easier to confess under those circumstances. I just need my voice to obey... Perhaps as a side effect of her continuous efforts to stifle the many squeals and grunts that came from fighting against herself so fiercely, no sound would escape her lips, even if she wanted it. "C-C-CJ, I-I need-"
"Need to take a crazy massive piss? Yeah, trust me, everybody from here to the empire could tell, with how much you've been dancing around."
"A-a-and you didn't think to t-tell me I've been humiliating myself all this time?!" No longer with anything to hide, Isha's hands flew straight into her groin. It was done with such speed and force that, when contact between the two was made, the excess fluids in her underwear were shaken loose, lightly saturating the material of her dress. She knew this because she immediately felt the wetness on her tensed palm. And even more, as another spurt jetted from her privates, soaking straight through the two garments, dribbling between her trembling, white-knuckled fingers.
"I figured if I brought it up, you'd go all crazy about 'I can hold it as long as necessary, I will wait to find a proper latrine' or something like that." She didn't need to, but CJ had to throw in her best impression of the acting mayor, meaning it was done with pursed lips, an exaggerated accent, she even stood like there was a stick shoved up her butt. Frankly, Isha would have found it insulting, if the basic content wasn't fairly accurate. Though the way CJ looked her all over immediately afterwards did make her feel somewhat violated. "I take it you won't be talking that way now, though."
I really, really don't want to...but I suppose I have little choice. "Please...please help me, CJ." The way she bent forward, hands buried in her crotch, knees overlapping, as she shook, sweat, and sobbed; she looked downright sad and pitiful. Her breathing was ragged, her bottom lip quivered, and even in the limited light of the mines, one could catch a glimpse of something shiny roll down her ankle if they paid attention.
And to her credit, CJ didn't hesitate. "You got it! But we'll need to ask fast if you want to be done by the time Garoo gets back. So get to dropping trou!"
Though she did not let go of herself, Isha recoiled back at the nonchalant way that request was made. "J-j-just like that?! You won't even t-take me to find cover?!"
"The quarry's not much more than a buncha tunnels. Not much for cover, unless you're up for going way out of our way to hide in some side path. And it doesn't look like you could manage that, given...you know, circumstances." She gestured broadly around Isha's frame, but it didn't really matter what she drew attention to, when every inch of her body looked ready to burst wide open.
The urgency of the situation was certainly not lost on Isha. She really wanted to pee right now, but she still had some decency. CJ was right, she'd be half-submerged in warm bodily fluids before they found a little cubbyhole for her to do her business in, but her sense of dignity wouldn't allow her to just publicly expose herself for Garoo, or worse yet, any other random adventurer, to witness. As such, her head whipped around, repositioning her feet to rotate and look in every direction around her, in the hopes of finding somewhere she could squat. Somewhere, anywhere! I'll take a tiny box, if it's big enough to cover my flower!
That was when she saw it, behind them: a lone rock laying near the wall, at least large enough that a woman of Isha's slender physique could hide her lower half behind were she crouched low to the ground. That was her sole unit of measurement at the moment, and if it passed that test, it was enough. "A-avert your eyes!" Pee pee pee pee pee pee! Though her walk was stilted and trudging, she hobbled over to the small boulder, putting the stone between her and CJ.
She only just barely waddled behind the slab before getting to work, though not without some trepidation. After all, she'd have to lift her dress first, but that would only be possible if she removed her hands prior. But if she pulled her hands from her crotch, she'd leak even further than she already had. But if she didn't get moving on undressing right now, she'd wet herself soon enough anyway. Please...just stay strong for a moment! Even with the present danger, Isha's mind was made up, set on this task.
But she had to work quickly. Popping her wrists out from their tight confines between her thighs, Isha bent forward, as far as she could without squishing her protruding bladder against her pelvis, to reach down to around her knees and grip the thin skirt in her moist palms. Balling the fabric up, she hoisted the whole thing upwards as her spine straightened out like a spring, lifting the front of her dress and flashing her darkened panties, glistening under the orange light of the wall-mounted lanterns. Not that they needed any help to appear yellowish.
Truthfully, she wanted to get them off, not just because they were pretty disgusting, but for other cleanliness reasons; when squatting, Isha preferred to take her underwear off completely, to account for any possible poor aim. Such a precaution would be even more beneficial now, when her power was sure to be unsteady, yet ironically, she lacked the time for such a safeguard. By the time she could have even thought any of this, she had already slid her white, lacy undergarments down past her protruding butt, and really driven home how dire her situation was, as a high-velocity spurt of urine pierced her defenses and rocketed out the instant the hole was uncovered. "Wah!" A second spurt soon followed, splashing on the hard rock floor right behind her heels, and it became crystal clear that there would be no point in trying to hold it back. Just need to go for it!
So, with not a moment to lose, Isha gulped, steeled herself, and shoved her panties to her ankles with the frenzy of a rabid monster, all the while hastily bending her knees and lowering her center of mass closer to the ground, thereby changing where the continuing pee surges landed. Finally, as her butt was close enough to the ground to feel the coolness radiating off it, with the proof she was a woman pointed forwards by the time she was ready. And it was already a fountainhead by that point. In fact, it had been dripping like a faulty spigot ever since she removed her underwear, though it had the courtesy to not escalate into a waterfall until she was in position.
But it did unquestionably reach that intensity. She had barely settled in before a golden spray doused the corner between her protective boulder and the adjacent tunnel wall, and with her huddled so far in, it hit a segment of the gap above the ground, seeping into the crack and cascading down both ends. It didn't matter too much, as in the end, it all dribbled down into the same expanding puddle. And that was without bringing mention to where most of it ended up: splashing back in a wide-angle shower. Being so hunched in the little nook, pretty much all of that landed on either her shins, her shoes, or god forbid, all the way back to her slit. Each drop of tinkle was minuscule, like a mist on an overcast day, it would be totally ignorable were it not for the rapid pace and strong coverage. And the warmth. Isha really, really needed to pee, it had ample time to begin boiling in her bladder.
The physical power wasn't the only detail that made the long wait evident; in actuality, it was but one sign. There was also the hard splattering sound of a heavy stream colliding with the immovable stone, underscored by unceasing hissing as it forcefully gushed from her nethers, droplets flying every which way. There was the pungent scent of stale urine wafting up. And though she had shoes on, there was the heat that invaded them and surrounded her feet.
Yet, if someone were to miss all those clues, Isha's body language would still say more than words ever could. Between her heavy breathing, pouring sweat, occasional shudders (that shook her torrent like a waving hose), and her mouth hung agape. Yet, all the sounds she herself made were panting. "Hah hah hah..." There was no power behind her voice, nothing but empty exhalations, now coming through clenched teeth, the pupils of her blue eyes shrunken and shaking, soon hidden behind drooping eyelids that quickly slid completely closed. Her sharp gasping continued, though she tried to steady herself by wrapping her arms around her knees and curling into an upright ball. One that had sprung quite the massive leak.
One arm uncurled from around her legs and laid its open palm on the ground to her side, for she needed all the support she could get. Not long after she had begun going, Isha began feeling light-headed, in the way she would while practicing and overexerting her magical powers. Sometimes, it felt as if the only thing keeping her conscious was her still-very-much-distended bladder burning a hole in her stomach. Even as its elasticity was no longer pushed so far, the shrinking tank meant it remained nearly as full, leaving the whole area just as irritatingly uncomfortable, no matter how much spilled out.
Pretty soon, Isha drooped her face between her knees, rubbing the tears from the corners of her eyes onto the skin of her thighs. Make no mistake, she had been tearing up while still holding thanks to the pain of holding itself, but it showed no signs of slowing. She'd just have to deal with the agony until she was done. Which...is going to be a while... Yes, her current position meant her face was closer to her pee stream, accentuating the scent and even getting a dribble or two splashing high enough to land on her cheek. I had to go...way too bad... I promise, poor body, I'll be more proactive about this in the future...
Of course, in order to reach that future, she first had to finish her current pee. Something that...actually seemed to be approaching, given the momentary pauses and sputters, not to mention a general reduction in strength. Were the side-to-side angle off, something that would be near impossible without an aimable shaft, she'd be peeing right on top of her foot. I must have blanked out for a spell there. Well, I suppose it's better that this be finished with soon. Still, there wasn't much she could do to hasten the process, Isha just had to wait it out.
As such, she was acutely aware when her urination was little more than trickles dribbling off the folds of her womanhood, and soon, not even that. Finally, it's ov-no, wait. A last desperate squirt escaped with some velocity, creating one final splash in the puddle, large, cloudy, and carrying all the loose dirt from everywhere the water reached. ...yes, now it's done. With a sigh of relief, the first relief she felt in this whole ordeal, Isha rolled the skirt of her dress down just far enough to reach one of her pockets, the one that held her handkerchief, and used the fine white cloth to delicately wipe her privates. "Mmph!" Ah, that was loud! Please tell me nobody heard that! Isha had a bit of an embarrassing tick, where her...sensitives were especially...sensitive.
Okay, that's enough! Once she had gotten at least moderately clean, the acting mayor shoved the cloth back in her pocket, began standing up, and just as quickly reached down to grip the waistband of her panties in her fists and yank them back up without a care. "Yah!" But she suddenly cared when her underwear cozied up to her privates, in all their warm and sopping glory. Something that elicited an immediate, instinctual flight reaction that violently straightened her elbows, throwing the stained underwear right back down, sliding straight down past her slightly-angled knees to come to a rest at her feet, the crotch in the middle weighed down and licking the ripples of her puddle.
"Ugh..." I really have to put those back on? Looking down at the end result of her massive piddle, Isha couldn't help but let her true thoughts show on her expression, now one of disgust. Given that her panties were heavily darkened, discolored, penetrated by bodily fluids between every strand of fabric, she couldn't be blamed for that reaction. She could technically forgo the undergarment, but... I'd feel so naked without underwear. But it's not like she would be comfortable with this specific pair on, so which would be preferable?
"...I suppose if we return to town promptly, I can bear with the feeling until then..." The skirt of her dress went all the way down to her ankles, so there was next to zero worry of giving somebody an inadvertent peek, it was simply the discomfort that would eat away at her. Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, Isha lifted her right foot and pointed her toes towards the floor, allowing the appendage to slip through the leg hole of her panties, and repeated the same with her left foot. And then immediately realized her mistake. I should have lifted that foot and grabbed them first. Without that precaution, when the underwear slipped off her other foot, gravity took complete hold, resulting in the pair drifting down to the ground, floating in her puddle. What few patches that weren't already soaked with urine, now were.
"Ew..." Isha knew she couldn't just leave them here, lest some random scavenger stumble across the discarded panties of the acting mayor, but she also didn't want to touch them herself. She was so averse to the idea, several attempts to reach down were aborted before she even got halfway there. It was probably the fifth try before she actually bent over far enough to brush her fingertips against the drifting underwear. And it was only her fingertips, pinching the smallest possible surface area between her thumb and forefinger and nothing more, outstretched arm shaking as it lifted her smallclothes out of the pond, her head reeling back in revulsion as the ruined item drew close enough to smell. And finally, when she had stood up straight and dropped her dress, she could say she the deed was done.
Shame she couldn't do anything about the dripping panties she held away like it was poisonous. She didn't carry a bag of any sort, fearing it would be a target for pickpockets and lowlifes, so the only place she could put it without holding it out in the open would be her pocket. A place that would not only be very near to her body, she would be constantly aware of that thanks to the certain warmth and wetness seeping through to her leg as she walked.
...I'll need outside assistance. For what felt like the first time in forever, Isha looked back up to where she had left everybody. And the first thing she noticed was that Garoo had returned, and he was firmly looking away. Which meant he had either been filled in on what Isha was doing, or had figured it out for himself. So a man knows how I needed to degrade myself. He clearly wasn't the one she felt she could go to in her time of need. "Excuse me, CJ," she loudly whispered, not moving an inch from this small space where the rock covered her bottom half. Even with her dress down, she still felt exposed.
Somehow, despite the distance, CJ heard the plea and came to Isha's aid. "Yeah, what's up," she replied in hushed tones, as hushed as CJ could muster, looking over Isha top to bottom now that she had circled the perimeter of the boulder and could do so. "So what's the prob? Because if you're about to ask me to help you wipe..."
"Nothing of the sort," she exclaimed, far louder than was called for, resulting in her shout echoing far down the tunnels. Without thinking, she brought her hands up to cover her mouth, but given what one of them was holding, she stopped just short of shoving her underwear against her face. It was a late cutoff, unfortunately, meaning that her hands froze most of the way up her chest, and as such, her deeply yellowed panties swung out in the open, in plain view. It took her a moment to realize what she had so thoughtlessly presented; she didn't notice it herself, her first clue was seeing CJ stumble back in shock, and she worked backwards from there. It was only upon that dawning that her face began glowing a vibrant red, her pupils shrank, and she hastily threw both hands behind her back. Considering the limited strength of her grip, it was pretty lucky that her underpants were not dropped.
A sizable awkward pause followed. Isha's lips parted a few times, clearly intending to speak up, before just as quickly changing her mind and turning to silence once more. It was only once she had squeezed her eyelids closed that she found the courage, a light clearing of the throat serving as the sign that this would be the one. "A-a-as I'm sure you've n-noticed, I...soiled myself quite intensely. Given that I am l-lacking a bag to carry them, could I request...?" Even with her bravery in even broaching the topic, she couldn't bring herself to finish the question. She still felt the need to look down, twisting her foot nervously, making ripples and waves in the puddle she continued to stand in.
"I put 'em in my stowpack? Sure, I've still got room."
"A-are you sure? They really are q-quite saturated-"
"Isha, I put ore, pelts, and fresh meat in this baby at the same time. A bit of piss ain't gonna ruin anything."
"...very well." Still refusing to open her eyes, Isha slowly and shakily brought the hand holding her panties to her front, up to approximately bust height and at arm's length. She barely reached that before feeling her personal item be snatched away, and by the time she opened her eyes again, CJ was already fastening the clasp on her stowpack. No hesitation. Well, she has gloves, and she doesn't have to think about it once it's in her bag. There could be any sort of items in there. "I don't suppose you happen to have a spare set of underwear, would you?"
"Hm? Oh, nah. Can't say I ever ran into any reason to have more panties on me." Suddenly, the intent behind the question became clear to CJ, and her eyes widened as her lips curled up into a devilish grin. "Is it possible that our mayor is currently going commando? No, that can't be right, there's no way she could even be capable of that!"
"W-well...as loathe as I am to admit it, things down there are a bit drafty at the moment. That being the case, I must request that we waste no time in the quarry. I assume it would be too much to ask that we leave immediately?"
"Hey, I made a promise, I gotta finish that first! After that's done, we'll go back to town."
"You really do take your promises seriously, CJ."
"Sure I do! What else so we have in this world besides our name and reputation?"
Isha was flabbergasted, to put it lightly. "That's...quite an interesting way of looking at it, C-"
"And the person promised me a stamp. That's important."
"Oh...yes, of course." Truthfully, Isha felt a twinge of disappointment that CJ just had a burst of maturity, instead of real hidden depths. It sort of depressed her, enough that she lagged behind once they began moving back to regroup. Though, the time taken trudging gave her opportunity to think of something. "CJ, in case I forget... I don't have it on me, but if needed, remind me to give you a stamp myself for all...this. You've done enough for me to earn one. So thank you."
"Hey, we're friends, right? You don't have to promise a reward for a friend to do you a favor. Though, I won't turn down a stamp." That was the only part of the discussion Garoo heard, as the two reentered earshot. Or, rather, it would have been the end, if CJ didn't all of a sudden remember something else. "Actually, if you think this is worthy of a stamp, I should let ya in on something else."
"And what would that be?" Just the way CJ said it, with a cautious tone, Isha could already feel a pit of nervous anticipation and worry forming in her stomach.
"That rock you were hiding behind? Not as big as you'd have liked. Your ass was totally hanging out the whole time. We all saw it."
It was a lot to take in. It was so much, in fact, that Isha hardly even reacted. She just looked up at Garoo, looking for whatever he had to say about this, and only being met with the beastkin looking away, not even willing to make eye contact with his eyepatch-covered eye. "Uh...ya weren't back there for long, at least."
That pretty much confirmed it. "Y-yes, well..." Her face glowing red again, it was hard for the acting mayor to excuse her immodesty with any semblance of composure. "D-desperate times call for d-desperate measures, I'm sure you'd agree. 'Any port in a storm', I believe is the saying." I have no underwear on, there's urine dribbling down my leg, and others saw my bare rear end. And apparently I didn't even relieve myself for long? Am I just tiny? Ugh, I just want to be done for the day. She only had to bear with it for now, complete her due diligence for the people of New Nevaeh, and then she could take the time for herself. She deserved that much after today.
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"CJ, truly, you don't need to do this," Isha pleaded.
But CJ's mind would not be changed. "Come on, we were in the area, someone asked for a little help, why not just get it done?"
Garoo rolled his eye. "No job is too small for ya to waste our time on, is it, kid?"
"Your help is appreciated," thanked mayoral assistant Adah as he emerged from the town office shack, carrying a load of white clothes in his arms. "I ask that you bring these to her home as soon as you can, so the lady can have some fresh garments to wear. I apologize that I have been unable to make time myself, things have been quite busy in your absence." Amidst all the other concerns of the townsfolk and outlanders, CJ had agreed to bring in Isha's laundry. Such was yet another day with the scavenger who didn't know how to just walk on by.
"It's quite alright, Adah. Though, CJ, I must agree with him, we should waste no more time on this than necess-" Isha had only looked away for a moment, towards the residential district where she lived, but when she returned her attention, CJ was already thumbing through the clothes. "Must you rifle through my personal belongings so brazenly?"
"You've certainly got a color, Isha." Not only did CJ find several copies of the same long white dress, nearly identical, but every other article of clothing the acting mayor seemingly owned was similarly pale. Every layer, outer shirt, sock, even every bra and pair of panties were either white or an extremely light color. So far, she had found underwear that was powder blue, barely pink, plain gray, in styles with and without lacy frills.
There was also one more similarity between the various sets of underwear, not on every one, but on enough to notice a pattern: some slight, old discoloration on several of the crotches. It was on enough pairs of panties that it couldn't be dismissed as a "one-time thing", and as for what "thing" exactly was happening more frequently, CJ had a guess. "Isha, do you-"
She didn't even get to any specifics in the question before Isha snatched the whole laundry pile away from her, holding it tight against her chest as she stared icicles through CJ. Yet even so, Isha's eyes wavered, hinting towards a deep embarrassment beneath the hostility. Otherwise, she would have had little reason to take the route she did. "I'll lower your Explorer's Tax to 25% if you promise to never breathe a word of this to anyone."
"Wow, you're willing to drop to 25%," CJ praised, crushed beneath the weight of sarcasm. "Great deal for keeping your deepest, darkest secret from listening ears! That's our ra-" She had barely gotten the first syllable out before Isha's glare turned cold, seriously hostile this time. That prompted CJ to back off. "Ra....ra....ra...pacious... Rapacious. Sorry, I couldn't think of another word."
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Lucas and Anna just finished attending his work party event. Anna eyes Lucas at the table, the king of popularity, the entire time, watching him down drink of all kinds while talking to various people. She can’t help but notice as he started shaking his legs up and down a little. Anna stays quiet and talks to another woman at the table, not wanting to embarrass her sweet boyfriend by asking him if he needs the restroom. After another hour she peeps under the table, slightly, to look at him. He is squeezing himself slightly, still engaged in now in important conversation with his boss, unable to get up and leave. Anna can’t help but feel herself get warm at his desperation. Little did she know, he is around 80% full.
As another hour passes, the party winds down and Lucas takes a quick look at Anna asking if she wants to go. Anna nods and the couple says goodbye as they stand up and walk toward the elevator.
”Wait, baby are you sure you don’t want to stop at a bathroom before we go?” Anna asks as her boyfriend shuffles back and forth, unable to keep still at the elevator.
”No I’m ok. The bathrooms here are dirty and Ella is home. Let’s just get home fast” he says, wanting so bad to grab himself through his pants like a child.
Finally the elevator opens and the young couple step inside. Once the doors closed, Lucas crosses his legs trying to hide that his bladder was at a now 85% capacity. Suddenly the couple felt a jolt. Lucas feels himself lose a spurt.
“Oh no no” he gasps, reluctantly grabbing himself through his business trousers. He looks at Anna who seems to be trying the now un lit buttons.
“It’s stuck” Anna said looking with worry to her struggling boyfriend. She then presses the call button. Lucas, unable to concentrate on anything other than his stretching bladder, doesn’t notice the conversation between Anna and the attendant. “Baby?”
Lucas’ head snapped up. He crosses his legs not caring of the humiliation in front of the love of his life. He is at a 90% and did not want to have an accident, especially with his work friends probably still around.
“Lucas this isn’t good for you to hold. It looks like we will be in here for about an hour or so…”
”Anna” Lucas’ breathing stops as he feels another leak. He squeezes through his pants tighter. “Anna I’m so sorry” he says shamefully.
Anna can not help but start to get aroused at the sight of her vulnerable boyfriend. She now knows how it feels being on the other end. She bites her lip slightly as she feels her panties starting to soak. “It’s ok babe. But, why don’t you just… go”
”Anna I can’t, not with people watching me and looking up to me. I need to be dry and I need the elevator dry” he rushes his words to out the focus back on his bladder.
Anna thinks for a little and gets on her knees in front of her shaking boyfriend. She slowly undoes his belt buckles and his button.
”Anna, no not now… I will pee on you” Lucas feels another spurt come out and he knows he is at his end. His 98% full bladder was not happy with him. He reaches into his now undone pants and briefs and grabs his naked tip.
“Lucas… I can drink it…” Anna says very quietly and shyly. She didn’t want her boyfriend to humiliate himself in front of his work friends. She’s never done this before but has watched it, especially after the incident in the car. She couldn’t help but imagine her boyfriend licking her wet slit clean.
“Anna what? That ridicul-“ Lucas felt the pee coming through his tip and tears of pain started to pool in his eyes. “I have to go so bad. I can’t hold it. Please Anna move”
Anna, with lust in her eyes, yanked her boyfriends pants and briefs down as he finally starts losing control at the motions.
“Oh shit oh.. ah no” Lucas panicks.
Pee sprays Anna in the face as she quickly put his tip in her mouth. His gushing pee quickly fills her mouth. She swallows the near clear, slight pungent liquid the best she can gagging slightly as Lucas places a hand on her head, steadying himself from collapsing.
“Oh my god this feels so good. Oh” his head flies back in relief. He soon feels a tap from Anna. As he looks down, he sees the pee spilling from the sides of her mouth. Feeling terrible, but so grateful, he quickly grabs his slightly hardening shaft to cut the pee stream off as his beautiful girlfriend swallows almost every ounce of his liquid. He winces as the feeling of his bladder warns him he still needs to empty more.
Anna looks up into his eyes and opens her mouth showing him she’s finished. Lucas aimed and pee shoots out of him between her lips. “Shiiittt ohh this feels amazing” he moans loudly and uncontrollably. He sees as her mouth is filled up and cut off his stream only after it starts overfilling, unable to stop in time. He moans as he still needs some more release. Anna, so turned on but starting to get full noticeably swallows slower. Lucas’ bladder still aches as his pee starts to seep through his grips.
Panicked and unable to think, he unwillingly releases onto his girlfriend in front of him. Pee started to pour unto her surprisingly absorbent dress. Luckily she was able to place her mouth back on his throbbing length and swallow with more ease, as his stream tapers off. Lucas places his right hand on the back on her head gently. Softly sighing as he finished off feeling himself quickly get hard.
Anna licks his tip dry causing her boyfriend to sigh louder in not only relief but pleasure. She pulled back from him, still on her knees. He looks down at her both horny and sympathetically. “Baby I’m so sorry.” He says while stroking her hair.
“No I wanted to help. And I… really liked it”
Lucas now at full staff and frustrated just wants her now. He picks her up and holds her against the elevator door as he slides her wet panties to the side. He wastes no time sliding inside her. Anna yelps a little, not knowing what was going to happen until it was too late.
“You are such a good girl” her desperate boyfriend praises her for taking everything. They both moan before hearing a voice from outside and the elevator jolt. Lucas quickly pulls out of his gorgeous girlfriend and sets her on her feet as he tucks himself back in his pants. He notices the slight wetness on the elevator floor and the front of his pants, but it’s nothing like it would have been if not for his personal pee savior.
The doors finally open to reveal Lucas’ boss, looking worried. They couple notices the crinkle in his nose, probably from the smell off Anna’s dress. After talking very shortly, Lucas grabs his love’s hand and runs out the door, ready to finish her off at home.
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Jill: PeeTSD in the Sheets
Jill Valentine was a beautiful woman, inside and out. A beautiful combination of Japanese and French heritage as evidenced by her blue almond shaped eyes and slightly tan body. Followed by brunette hair fashioned in a bob cut, she had been told she resembled an Asian Carla Gugino. Furthermore, she had a desirable body, as evidenced by anyone who could currently see her. She lay heavily asleep in her apartment bed sprawled on her back, clad in nothing but blue thong panties, gasping and moaning while her almost nude body perspired, her large bouncing bare breasts with large red nipples and areolas being of special attention. Unfortunately, these erotic displays were not out of a wet dream of having sex with a partner. Instead, it was a nightmare. She had just been freed from the prison her captain Albert Wesker had been holding her in by Chris and Rebecca. She cursed herself for ever feeling any romantic or sexual attraction for that cold blooded traitorous bastard, however private they were.
“Sorry Chris, Jill, and Rebecca. You were my best students, it’s a shame it had to come to this. Please, just work with me on this.” “Never you slimy bastard! You killed all of STARS! Go to hell Wesker!” Chris ground out. “Wesker, how could you?” Rebecca only whispered, heartbroken. Evidently she wasn’t the only one who had feelings for him, only unlike Jill’s crush, Rebecca seemed to have completely fallen for him. Judging by the slight frown on his face, the feelings were somewhat mutual. “Rebecca dearheart, I was hoping you’d be more intelligent, or at least more willing. Time for plan B.” With that, he whipped out his modified Samurai Edge handgun and shot the medic square in her chest, the white armored vest absorbing all of the damage yet still knocked the poor girl flat on her ass. “WESKER!” Jill screamed in rage. “Don’t worry Jill, she’ll be fine. You two on the other hand, won’t be so fortunate. Goodbye.” The captain solemnly bade farewell as he released the monster only known as the Tyrant. It was reminiscent of the fearsome Crimson Head zombies with its raw muscular and skeletal frame, yet much more menacing due to standing at an impressive height of ten feet. In addition, its right arm was mutated into a fearsome claw. Said claw was aimed right at her, and Jill Valentine prayed for a quick death, knowing it would be foolish to delude herself into thinking it wouldn’t be painful. Instead, she felt a slow, warm flow coat her legs, a liquid too clean to be blood.
“Huh?” Jill Valentine groggily yawned as she slowly released herself from slumber. Speaking of releasing, she patted her soaked crotch and bedsheets, then groaned in embarrassment at realizing she pissed herself in her sleep. Her bladder had only released a mild spurt, still aching for more yet she held off, determined to head for the toilet for a proper morning piss. “Damn, that’s the second time I’ve wet the bed. I probably should’ve listened to Rebecca when she told me to lay down a towel before going to sleep since we’ve both had issues with PTSD and bedwetting. Fuck, what has this come to?” she wondered out loud. Suddenly the phone rang. She stood up and walked to it, grabbing the phone and cradling the whole mess of electronics and cord to her breasts while she walked around, grabbing some clothes. “Hello?” she questioned, as she first reached for a blue tank top and jeans, then a similarly colored combo of tube top and miniskirt. Finally she grabbed her STARS uniform, admiring the handiwork and grimacing at the amount of hours it took to scrub all of the urine stains out of the crotch area from when she repeatedly wet herself in fear at the Spencer mansion. “Jill, it’s me Brad! You need to get outta there!” Her teammate urged. Despite being known as a chickenshit coward who had no business being a cop, especially as a member of the elite STARS, Brad was still a beloved member of the force due to his kind heart, even if he probably pissed himself more than Jill and Rebecca combined.
“Brad, slow down, what do you mean?” Jill questioned, snatching her Samurai Edge and doing a brass check upon hearing the panic in her teammate’s voice. “Grab your shit and meet me outside, there’s a new Tyrant out to terminate all of STARS, we need to go, NOW!” “Okay Bradm no need to piss your panties, I’ll be-” Jill ironically joked, but had no time to finish her sentence or thoughts as an explosion of force demolished her apartment wall, shattering the bricks into rubble. Before her stood a Tyrant somehow even more terrifying than the one she, Chris, Barry, and Rebecca encountered earlier as it was even taller, had sharp teeth, one eye sewn shut, clad in an armored trench coat, and covered in purple writhing tentacles. Worst of all, it pointed at Jill, staring with sadistic determination. “STAAARS…” it growled raspily. Jill felt her eyes tear up yet her sobs were silent as her throat tightened, and she sank to her knees. Terror spread from her taut abs and squeezed her bladder, making her urinate in fear once more. Despite being paralyzed, she was subconsciously aware of feeling her genitals release a hot gush of piss that completely soaked her pantie thongs, bare ass, thighs, and knees, along with the floor beneath her. She inhaled shakingly, not knowing what to do next.
Ending note: Just a little teaser guys, I assure you once more this will be a full fledged story, can’t wait for it to unravel. While I’ll probably stick to doing my own thing, feel free to leave any suggestions if you have any. |
*story describes multiple other sexual acts including edging and post orgasm torture
You wake up around 10am already having to piss but hold your morning piss for me. I show up around noon and the fun begins 😉 We sit down to watch a movie and you have a glass of water. You're uncomfortable, but it's manageable. I start edging you during the movie, first just slowly rubbing your dick, then maybe sucking your cock a bit, but not letting you cum. It's uncomfortable to get hard because of your full bladder. You keep drinking glasses of water for me like a good boy. I push on your bladder and you whimper and grab yourself. The movie ends and your bursting at this point. I still haven't let you cum either. You beg me to let you piss even though you already know the answer.
Next I tie you up. I keep edging you for a while until I finally let you cum. You almost lose control and I pinch your dick shut so that cum is the only thing that escapes you. You're torn between the good feeling of finally getting to cum and how badly you have to piss. Then it's time for some post orgasm torture 😈 You're tied up, so there's not much you can do about that. I'm rubbing and sucking the tip of your dick, hard. You're begging me to stop but I won't and it hurts so good. Finally you cum again. We repeat this until I've milked you dry.
You had almost forgotten about how badly you had to piss because you were distracted by my torturing your poor little cock, but now it hits you full force again. Perhaps it's because I've made you drink another glass of water. It's around 4pm now and it's been about 14 hours since your last piss. You're so full your bladder feels like a rock. I untie you and take you to the bathroom for some fun 😉 I make you stand in front of the toilet and turn on the sink. I flush the toilet as you're begging me to let you piss. You leak a little and I scold you and grab the tip of your dick. You're being a bad boy, a disappointment. I make you get in the tub and kneel while I piss on your dick. My piss cascading off your dick makes you wish it was your own piss. You can barely hold on, but you don't want to disappoint me again, do you? We shower to clean off my piss and the shower water is killing you. All you want to do is let go but I won't let you. You beg and beg but the answer is still no.
I decide to take pity on you and let you out of the bathroom so you're not as tortured by the site of the toilet. You sit on the couch. I've been edging myself this whole time now without letting myself cum and I continue again now as you watch, but I still don't let myself cum yet. We turn on some TV again to give you a distraction. You wince as I caress your bladder. You drink yet another glass of water. I start to play with your dick again. It hurts as your dick tries and fails to get hard again because your bladder is so full. You leak a drop onto the floor and I pinch the tip of your dick shut as you whimper and beg. The answer is still no.
I take you back to the bathroom and make you get in the shower. It takes a minute for you to be able to stand up without losing it and when you do your need gets so much worse. I pull out a small glass and give you two options. You can either piss out enough to fill the glass but then you have to stop and drink a glass of water, or keep holding with no release at all but I won't make you drink anymore. You decide you need to let something out, anything. I barely place the glass beneath your dick when a torrent of piss shoots out of you. You're pissing so hard you fill the glass in only a few seconds. I pinch your dick shut again to stop the flow and you cry out. It felt so good in the moment but you know you've fucked up. It hurts 10x worse to have started and stopped than it would've to just hold. But you're the one that wanted to piss. I get a glass twice as big and fill it with water for you to drink as you whimper again and beg me to let you finish. Clearly that's not gonna happen. I sit on the toilet and make you watch as I piss. Between the sound of me peeing, the toilet flushing, and me washing my hands you're in agony. You start to leak again and I hold you to stop. I've got a big measuring jug I've brought with me to see how much you're holding for me. I've decided to be nice and dump the cup of piss into it to add to how much we measure. If you don't hold at least a liter and piss for at least a full minute, there'll be consequences.
You can't even think at this point. You try to move any way you can to release pressure but it doesn't work. I let you go lie down because you're not going to be allowed to piss anytime soon. You've just let out a whole cup, so you've clearly made more room in your poor, overworked bladder. Laying down takes some of the pressure off, but you yelp as I press on your bladder again. I'm sucking your dick again and it tries and fails to get hard again. I'm edging myself still and you watch me to try to distract yourself. It's now been around 16 hours since you last pissed and you've never had to go this bad in your life. You cry out as you leak again. You let me know you won't be able to hold on much longer and we take you back to the shower. Standing up is absolute hell and you can barely walk. I'm gripping your dick in a vice the entire time we walk to prevent any further leaks.
You get in the shower and I get the jug. I let go of the tip of your dick and a spurt of piss shoots out but you're able to get control. This happens a few more times over the next half an hour and you're holding on for longer than you thought. You beg me to let you piss again and again and again, whimpering every time I say no. You have to piss so bad you're shaking. You start leaking and it's almost just a continuous stream even though you're trying so hard to hold on for me. Finally, your bladder gives out and there's nothing you or I can do to stop it. I let you know how much of a disappointment you are as the piss pours out of you. What kind of a grown man has an accident? It feels so good that you're moaning nice and loud for me. While you're enjoying the pleasure of pissing, I finally let myself cum. We measure and you're lucky enough to meet my requirements, pissing over a liter. I tell you you're a good boy and you spare yourself even worse torture.
For the rest of the night I try to make you hold it again but your bladder is too weak and you're pissing almost every hour. I decide to be nice and let you cum again, this time without torturing you. I'm filling you up with water the entire night though. We go to bed and you seem unaware of what's in store tomorrow.
You wake up a few times during the night having to piss but I don't let you. You are not to leave the bed. You squirm but are eventually able to fall back to sleep. When you wake up in the morning you're bursting again. You go to get up because you think you won't be able to hold much longer but I don't let you. I take you in my hands and slowly start to suck your cock. To your surprise (and with much pain), you get nice and hard for me. I'm edging you again and you're begging me for any kind of release. Haven't you learned by now? The answer is always no. You gasp in pain as I get on top of you and start to ride you. It feels so good but the pressure of me pushing down again and again so close to your bladder is killing you. You're begging me to stop. If only I'd just let you piss, then fucking you would feel so good. Finally we both start to feel something warm and wet. You're trying to stop but your bladder is still so worn out from yesterday there's no chance of holding on. You enjoy how good it feels to finally release all of that piss you've been saving all night while I'm still riding your dick. I let myself cum. You finish pissing and your cum is not far behind. I let myself cum again, at the same time as you.
You get out of bed and I scold you. Poor little boy has wet the bed. I make you clean up your mess and then make me breakfast. Then I head home, locking up your pathetic little cock before I leave. Your bladder is still worn out and you're pissing almost nonstop the rest of the day. I let you know that means we'll just have to keep working to strengthen it for you, and next time you had better hold more for me 😉
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It was around 1:30 when Undyne and Alphys arrived back at their new apartment on the surface. The 2 had been drinking at a local bar near there building and needless to say where a bit hazy. Alphys had sipped on a sweet cocktail all night while Undyne had drank 4 beers throughout the night to prove how much alcohol she could drink before she got tipsy to the patrons at the bar. Undyne and Alphys both took their showers after they arrived back at the small apartment and slipped on their pajamas, afterwards they decided to watch some TV. Alphys and Undyne sat on their couch as they slowly became drowsy. Alphys asked to cuddle and Undyne humbly obliged. After about 35 minutes of watching the show Alphys stomach began to act up and made a gargly sound. Alphys bolted up and said "ugh.. alcohol goes right through me! I really need to poop!" Undyne giggled and jokingly said "and don't take too long!". Alphys waddled to the bathroom with her hands over her butt releasing cute little farts as she walked, Undyne giggled. Undyne layed on the couch, eventually slipping into a shallow sleep.
About three hours later, Undyne awoke from her slumber and looked around the room. The looked at the clock and saw that the time was just about 5 am. She looked next to her and realized that Alphys was not on the couch with her anymore, "she must have gone to bed" Undyne mumbled to herself drunkenly. As her eyes started to focus she was hit with a sharp pain and pressure in her abdomen. "Fuck!" She exclaimed rising from her sleeping position. As the cogs turned slowly in her hazy mind she started to realize what that pain and pressure was. The 4 beers she had drank early that night had finally settled in her bladder and where now making themselves known.
Undyne waddled to the bathroom door with her webbed hands clasping her crotch. She realized that the bathroom light was still on, this she thought was strange as her and Alphys where very curdeaus to turn the lights off in there apartment so there landlord didn't get mad. Then she heard something coming from the bathroom, an anime on autoplay and her girlfriend Alphys snoring heavily, she did go to sleep, but not in the bedroom. Alphys was a heavy sleeper and and even heavier drunken sleeper and Undyne knew this. Undyne banged on the bathroom door but to no avail. When she moved her hand to bang on the door she felt a warmth hit her mew mew boxers. She made a nervous grunt and then swiftly placed her hand back on her crotch. "Alphys please wake up!" She cried but the yellow Dino did not budge nor acknowledge Undyne. Undyne looked down at her bladder, it was swollen and throbbing sometimes awful, she clutched her crotch harder and twisted her scaly legs into pretzels. She knew she didn't have much time left and there was no way she would be able to leave the spot she was in without risking leaking more.
Undyne has been standing at the bathroom door for about 5 minutes now and her bladder felt like it had a heartbeat, sending out rhythmic waves of pain to the poor squeeling fish girl. Undyne continued to bang on the door as she grunted and squealed with intense discomfort. She then felt the small wet spot on her boxers get biggers. She gasped as she started to realize that he was losing this battle. as the waves came, her bladder began releasing spurts of alcoholic urine into her boxers at a steady rate, what started as a small stain, has grown into a decent sized puddle in her boxers. Undyne knew she had to accept defeat, sometimes not in her nature. As she stood there pondering the night and everything that led to this moment the rhythmic spurts became a steady stream. Her bladder muscles retracted and a thick stream started to pour from her boxers, forming a yellow puddle on the ground. She was nearly crying as she had never felt so weak and not in control before but at the same time she felt incredible relief. As the puddle underneath her grew she stopped clutching her crotch as it was doing absolutely nothing to slow the flow anymore. She then fell to her knees, panting like a tired dog and blushing like she had never blushed before, as the hot stream of urine finally ended. Undyne the Undying had just pissed herself.
Whether it was the alcohol, the moonlight or something completely different Undyne started to feel something she had never felt before. The warmth of the urine In her boxers was rather erotic to her in the moment. She thought back to sweet relief she felt as the finally let go and just the thought of it sent waves of lust down her spine. Undyne decided to turn a bad situation into a good one and took her scaley fingers and jammed them inside of her pussy which was surrounded by thick red pubic hair. It made a gross gushy sound but she didn't care, she started thrusting her fingers inside of her as she took deep breaths of her own filth. She began to moan like she had never moaned before, a certain primal moan she had pent up inside of her for ages. She placed her other hand on her swollen clitorus and began rubbing it all while still fingerings herself at a steady pace. After about 2 minutes of heavenly masturbation the great warrior released a great and powerful moan as she reached orgasm, falling back into the puddle of piss and twitching on the floor. Undyne sat there, pondering everything she knew about sex, but she didn't care, she was satisfied. Now she just needed to clean up before Alphys wakes up, she thought to herself.
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Hi I'm the author of this here fic! I had this idea in my head since I played Undertale in 2016 for the first time and I finally got around to turning it into an actual fic! This is also my first ever fic, however I still hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. With summer finally here, expect more fics in the near future! I have an idea for a Toriel bladder denial fic, so expect that soon! Also don't mind the edits, that's just me fixing and added things lol!
Edited June 25, 2022 by WetandKinky13
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“It’s nice to finally come over and take a load off after such a long week.” Minato Aqua took her shoes off and stretched her limbs in all directions. “Can you believe it Shion? They actually expect me to do maid stuff like cleaning the dishes and mopping the floor! I can’t do that! I’m a gamer maid!”
“I don’t know, I feel like the title of ‘maid’ probably has something to do with it. People tend to do more in life than just play Apex, you know?” Murasaki Shion giggled to herself as she scanned her best friend from head to toe. She had invited the cotton candy-haired girl over for the weekend under the guise of being “a weekend for the girls.” However, the petite witch had much more devilish things planned. She had been browsing her spell books for new and inventive ways to prank others, but the one she found last week took the cake. “There’s no way I could turn down the ability to trap her in a diaper. She’d look way too cute! Plus, it’d give me a little leverage over her for a while,” Shion thought to herself as her giggle morphed into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Aqua pouted. “I don’t think that my profession is that humorous!”
“I suppose you’re right,” Shion replied. “Btw, wanna get into some new clothes? I doubt you wanna wear that maid outfit all weekend.” She grabbed Aqua out of her seat and stood her up in front of her.
“Yeah, that’d be nice. You told me not to bring any clothes though. What am I gonna wear?”
“Don’t worry about that. I learned a new spell that can change a person’s clothes to whatever they want!” The bratty girl tried her best not to laugh at her blatant lie as the other girl beamed with excitement.
“Really?! That’s so cool! You’d never have to buy clothes again! I guess your magic is useful for something after all,” Aqua joked before extending her arms outwards. “What are you waiting for? Light me up!”
“Sure thing, baby girl.” Shion mumbled the last part of her sentence as she waved her wand and prepared to cast the spell. Normally she’d need to be touching the subject for these kinds of spells, but this one was based off of line of sight, making it easy to target the girl standing eagerly in front of her. Taking a deep breath and channeling her energy, she uttered, “Infantilia Morphessia.” A bright light emitted from Shion’s wand, blinding both girls momentarily, causing them to close their eyes. Shion was first to open them, however, as she was greeted with the sight of her success. Aqua was devoid of all clothes, save a large, poofy paper diaper.
“Shion, what happened? I feel- AIIIIIHHHHHHHH!” The maid cut herself off as her eyes opened and she looked downwards, revealing her embarrassing state of dress.
“HAHAHAHA, it worked!” Shion laughed as Aqua screamed in her own humiliation. However, it wasn’t very soon until the witch noticed a soft and crumply object between her own legs. “Huh?! No way!” Shion looked down at herself to reveal she had ended up cursing herself as well. “B-but how?” Shion looked around in a panicked state before her eyes grew three sizes. Slightly behind Aqua’s right-hand side was a full body mirror, of which Shion could see herself clearly. “No, no, no, this can’t be happening!”
“Ughhhh, why won’t it come off?!” The other girl was not on the ground, desperately trying with all her might to pull or rip the infantile padding off her, but the garment resisted every attempt as if it were magic. “Shion, what did you do?”
“Shit, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” the silver-haired girl cursed, facing her friend with a grimace on her face. “We’re trapped in these until I can find a way out.”
“WHAT?!” Aqua got on her knees and grabbed Shion by her waist. “What do you mean?”
“Only you were supposed to be hit by the spell, and I was gonna baby you for the weekend. The diapers can only be taken off by someone who isn’t cursed. But, since I got myself too, neither of us can take the diapers off of ourselves or each other.”
“You’re kidding me. What now then? You don’t expect us to just sit here and use this diaper, do you?”
“Just give me some time, I’m gonna figure something out.” With that, Shion buried herself in her spell book.
“Well hurry up. I… have to pee…” Aqua shifted her legs a little at the end of her statement. Shion scowled, feeling a twinge in her own bladder as well.
“HURRY UP!”
“I’m trying!” Shion snapped back. It had been an hour, and both girls were now bouncing back-and-forth, doing their own potty dances as they desperately tried to hold their pee. The witch-girl had it worse, having to deal with finding a way to undo the spell, Aqua’s rambling, and her bladder all at the same time. “Ah, there it is!” She had finally found a spell that could work. The wording was unclear, but it seemed to be a “spell of sharing”. She didn’t quite get it, but it sounded like she could take her own curse and push it onto Aqua.
“Do it already then!” Aqua was bouncing so much it looked almost like an idol step.
“Of course,” Shion said with a smirk. This time, the spell was just one word. Grabbing her wand again, Shion incanted another spell. “Synegendo.”
“Whoa!” Aqua yelped. The room filled with another flash of white, and before long both girls opened their eyes. This time, however, vision wasn’t needed to know what happened, as they could feel the body heat of another firmly pressed against their fronts.
“WHAAAAAAAAT?” Both girls screamed. The spell had done the worst thing possible. Where the duo had originally been wearing their own diapers, they now found their waists were tightly bound together, entrapped together in one large, singular diaper.
“Get off of me!” Aqua demanded, pulling desperately at the garment that now conjoined them.
“I-I can’t! We’re stuck together!” The girls’ crotched were so firmly smashed together that they could feel each other’s pubic hair grazing the other’s vagina. Before they could comment further on their discomfort, they were reminded of a feeling that was now ripping its control from the girls’ bodies.
“No, I can’t hold it!”
“Shit me neither!”
“I’M PEEING!” Both girls wailed as their urine started to jet out of their pussies and into the waiting padding. The duo could do nothing but hold each other as their crotches were cascaded with one another’s pee, humiliation burning holes through their faces as the begged for it to end. After multiple minutes, their streams turned into trickles, then into drops. The middle part of their shared diaper sagged greatly under the burden of two desperate women’s urine.
“S-Shion… I feel so gross.”
“I know… Me too…”
The girls were gently sobbing on each other’s shoulders, nearly exhausted from the recent events. But that didn’t stop the spell from doing it’s magic any less. After a small reprieve, the short girls felt a pressure build at their anuses.
“W-what?! Why did it suddenly get so strong?!” An epiphany hit Shion. “No way…”
“Shion, I-I gotta…”
“I know. It’s the spell, I think.” Shion let out a curse before continuing, “I think the last spell made us share each other’s spell effects.”
“But… what does that have to do with anything?” the maid said, simultaneously squirming to hold the pressure in her bowels while trying not to mash her now soaked vagina against Shion’s.
“To be honest, making us naked and putting us in diapers isn’t the only thing the first spell was supposed to do.” A blush formed on the witch’s face before she continued. “It also is supposed to increase the urge to use the bathroom. And because the second spell made us share each other’s spell on top of our own, I think we’re now experiencing the increased urge twofold.”
“You… you mean…” Aqua stammered her speech, scared of the implications.
“Yes,” Shion exhaled. “I imagine we’re only gonna be able to hold it for a few minutes before we… poop ourselves…”
“I see…”
No words were exchanged after that. Minutes passed, and as foretold, Aqua grunted softly as her anus gave out, allowing her poop to slide out effortlessly into her side of their shared diaper, bulging out the material with semi-soft goop. Shion didn’t last much longer. She grabbed the maid’s shoulders as she braced herself for the coming incontinence. Several hard logs of poop forced their way out of her behind, coiling on top of on another to make an even more pronounced bulge in her side of the diaper. As they defected in their underwear, their floodgates opened again, causing them to drench each other’s crotches yet again in pee. After many minutes of combined grunting and pushing, the duo’s diaper became fully used, and both girls were finally relieved. Their combined effort and close body heat only made things awkward, however, as sweat pooled all over their bodies and down their diaper as well, sweating so much that they could start to feel their breasts stick together.
“We need to call someone, unless you wanna be stuck in a dirty diaper together all day,” Shion said between breaths.
“Yeah. Let’s call Choco. She’s a nurse, so she has to keep this confidential, right?”
“Good idea. Also, let’s get on the floor before my legs give out and I do something we both regret.” Aqua nodded, and both girls managed to ease themselves into a sitting position on the ground, the duo cringing as they felt their collective piss and shit push up against their bare bottoms and practically smooching crotches. As Aqua dialed up Choco, Shion thought to herself, “This is gonna be the longest wait of my life.”
In an hour, Yuzuki Choco entered Shion’s apartment to be greeted by two girls lying on their side, sharing a heavily used diaper. The sight would’ve been appalling if she wasn’t told beforehand, but the demon couldn’t help but burst out laughing at her genmates’ predicament.
“Don’t laugh. It’s not funny!” Aqua pouted, squirming lightly as the mess she was in started to get uncomfortable.
“Just please, get us out of this mess!” Shion begged, feeling the beginning of a diaper rash developing on her nether regions.
“Oh don’t worry girls, I’m gonna get you out in a minute.” Choco pulled out her smartphone and took a series of photos of the humiliated duo, making their eyes turn into tiny marbles.
“C-C-Choco, w-what are you gonna do with those?” Fear deteriorated Shion’s ability to speak as the nurse kept taking pictures.
“Oh, nothing. Just some material to ensure you two stay obedient while I baby you for the weekend.”
The girls’ hearts fell. “But I thought nurses were supposed to be confidential!” Aqua rebutted.
“In cases of health, yes. Not in cases of stupidity.” Choco put down the large bag she had been carrying and pulled out two adult diapers from it. “Now, are Mommy’s little girls ready for their first change of the weekend?”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” |
This is the first real story I've written outside of school, but I think I'm pretty good at writing so please be brutal with any criticisms to bring my ego down to the correct level.
Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM
Wendy woke up to a familiar, yet still disappointing feeling. She pulled away her sheets and looked down at her legs to confirm. Sure enough, there was a large dark spot on the sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light grey pajama pants. Wendy had wet the bed again. She sighed as she got out of bed to clean up. As she peeled off her wet panties, she glanced over to the corner in her closet that hid a small plastic package labeled "Goodnites." Her parents had managed to convince her to bring them to college, but she only wet once or twice a month, and felt that the protection they would provide on those nights wasn't worth feeling like a baby on all of the others.
While Wendy didn't derive any positive emotions from wetting the bed, there was one upside to the situation, which was that she was able to get one of the coveted few "single rooms." Most freshmen were required to have a roommate, but all it took was a doctor's note and a few embarrassing conversations with various school faculty and Wendy was able to live by herself in a dorm room that had its own small bathroom. This was great for Wendy not only for the obvious reasons, but also because it gave her the privacy required to do what she does best. She pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden stick and pointed it at the wet pile of clothes and sheets on her bed. After uttering a few words in a language she only vaguely understands, Wendy flicked her wrist and the pile of dirty laundry no longer fit that description. Her now-exposed thighs, however, were still damp and a bit sticky, so she stepped in the shower to clean up.
It was only then that Wendy realized just how frustrated she was with herself. "I'm in college now," she thought to herself, "why don't I have more control over my own body?" She let the water run down her naked body as she thought about what, if anything, she could do about this. The obvious solution was one that she had thought of many times before. In fact, it was what came to mind first whenever she had any problem whatsoever: magic. However, the number of spells she had access to was limited. She had already read through all of them even tangentially related to bladder control, and none of them were even close to what she needed. With that thought, she should have probably moved on to more mundane solutions, but something seemed to be stuck in the back of her mind.
Due to the many visits to the doctor she had previously gone on, Wendy was intimately aware that part of the problem was the size and strength of her bladder. If she could fix that, her problem should go away. The issue is that spells that modify the human body are strictly forbidden for wizards under a certain age, due to the extreme complications that could arise (and had arisen many times before). Wendy, however, happened to know where her family kept the age-restricted spell books, and was just irritated enough to try something risky. That night, when her parents were asleep, she would finally stop her bedwetting for good.
The Study - 11:49 PM
Wendy cast a spell and stepped through her bathroom door into her father's study. Shelves of books lined the walls, but she didn't bother to glance at most of them; she knew where her target was. On the top of a shelf at the far end of the room sat a book mislabeled "Archeology for Dummies." Previous instances of snooping in this room had made her fully aware, however, that this book actually contained spells designed to modify human anatomy temporarily or permanently. It was entirely written in the same confusing, unintuitive language that spells were composed of, so finding the right spell would take some decoding.
Around 30 minutes later, she had combed the table of contents enough to find a spell that just might work. It said something about making a single part of your body be "the same" as someone else's. Surely, all she had to do was pick someone with a stronger bladder, and she would be golden. Her best friend Kate seemed like a good fit. They were a similar height and weight, and Kate needed to use the bathroom much less frequently than Wendy. Wendy memorized the spell and started to put the book back on the shelf. "Wait," she thought to herself, "if I'm going to involve Kate in this, I need to make sure there's no way of it hurting her." She opened the book back up and checked a few things. After a few careful rereads and looking up some words, Wendy assured herself that the spell would only physically affect herself and that there wasn't a way for it to kill either of them. Content with that clarification, Wendy stepped through the bathroom door back to where it normally leads.
She went to the bathroom, clearing out her bladder before what she had begun to think of as "the operation." She took off all of her clothes and stepped into the shower. Sometimes these things can get messy. With her wand pointed just below her belly button, she recited the spell while including "bladder," and Kate's full name in the appropriate spots. When the spell was finished, Wendy could feel a strange pressure in her body as her bladder started to change shape. She jumped a bit as a small squirt of pee forced its way out of her and splatted onto the shower floor. After a few seconds, however, she started to feel normal. "I hope that means it worked," she thought as she stepped out of the shower and got ready for bed.
Wendy's Dorm Room - 7:00 AM - The Next Day
Wendy woke up to a comfortable, dry bed and hoped that it wasn't just a coincidence. "I guess it might be a while before I know for sure," she thought to herself as she got up to go to the bathroom. She slid her panties off of her legs and sat down on the toilet. She started to pee as normal, but it felt slightly off. Even though the amount was the same, it almost felt like she was peeing twice at the same time. Maybe it was just her increased bladder capacity, or maybe she was simply overthinking things. Wendy wiped herself and started to change so she could get to class.
Classroom 146 - 10:24 AM
The day went by as it normally does for the most part, which was a good sign. Wendy sat in her introductory graphic design class, only half-listening to the lecture on color theory as she doodled idly in her notebook. "...the colors get warmer as...," the professor said as she realized her legs were also getting warmer. Horrified, she glanced down while trying not to draw attention to herself and tried to stop the flow. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do as warm urine spread out from between her legs. It soaked through the back of the navy-blue skirt that made up the bottom half of her school uniform and pooled into a puddle on her chair. It kept going, creeping down the chair leg and onto the floor by the time her bladder had finally emptied itself. Wendy didn't know what to do. She hadn't even needed to pee that badly. She felt the entire contents of her bladder soaking against her skin and had to hold back the urge to cry. Luckily, no one seemed to notice, so she sat in her chair, her face burning red as she waited for everyone else to leave.
Eventually, everyone did leave, except for the professor. He would be staying in this room until his next class, and Wendy would have to walk right past him having clearly just peed all over herself. He looked to see why one of his students was still in their chair, and Wendy could tell from the empathetic concern on his face that he had noticed the mess. "I'll clean this up," she started to stutter, but he told her that a custodian would take care of it. Her face somehow turning even redder than before, she stumbled out of the classroom and into the bathroom to clean up. Then, as her thoughts finally had a chance to clear, an important one came into her mind: "Either Kate's bladder is a lot weaker than I thought it was, or I screwed up that spell."
Kate's Dorm Room - 8:00 AM - Earlier that same day
Kate woke up to an entirely unfamiliar feeling, one she had felt before but long forgotten about. She pulled away her sheets and looked down to see what it was. There was a large dark spot on her sheets centered on a similar one on the crotch of her otherwise light pink panties. Kate had wet the bed for the first time since she was potty trained. She reached down between her legs and felt the moistness that confirmed it. Her roommate's bed was empty, and she desperately hoped that she hadn't seen what transpired in the night. She got out of bed and removed her sheets so she could wash them.
Hallway - 10:23 AM
As Kate was walking back from her second class, she was still thinking about what had happened that morning. It wasn't like she had been drinking or anything. Was she sick? She didn't feel sick, but just in case, she decided to go to the bathroom now, in case it would sneak up on her. She pulled down her skirt and panties and started to pee. "Yep, I think there's something wrong," she thought. It felt different from normal, in a way she couldn't quite place. It was almost as if she was peeing twice at the same time. "Wait, that doesn't even make any sense. I'm probably just overthinking things."
Not too long after, she got a call from her best friend, Wendy. Kate frowned. Nine times out of ten, if Wendy was calling her in the middle of the school day, it was because she fucked up a spell. She had told Kate about the whole magic thing a while back, and frankly, sometimes it seemed like only negative things had come from it. Kate answered the phone and listened to the voice of a Wendy who had possibly just been crying. "Hey Kate, I think I messed up."
Wendy explained the entire situation, and just as Kate was making the mental note that it was now ten times out of eleven, she realized something. "I think I know what is going on, can you meet me in the bad bathroom?"
Bad Bathroom - 10:40 AM
Wendy had completely understood what Kate meant by the "bad bathroom." It was the one bathroom on campus that barely ever had anybody in it because of how gross and allegedly haunted it was. The "haunted" rumor was made up and reinforced by Wendy, who had cast a few spells to ensure she could have a space in the classroom building that nobody would walk in on. The bathroom had two stalls, which was all Kate apparently needed to test her hypothesis. "Just sit on the toilet in that stall and don't do anything." Wendy did as she was told and pulled down her still damp skirt. A few seconds later, a small jet of pee burst out of her without warning. Curiously, the sound it made when it hit the toilet was also coming from the stall that Kate was in. "I've figured it out," she said over the wall of the stall, "we're sharing the same bladder!"
Parking Lot - 2:00 PM - 2 Days later
As Wendy waited with Kate and the rest of the volleyball team for the bus to show up, she thought about her bladder. She had managed to coordinate going to the bathroom with Kate via text to avoid any further accidents while she tried to find a solution. All she had found so far was how to change whose bladder she was sharing, but frankly that wouldn't really help her much. The bus finally showed up and she sat down next to Kate. It would be a long ride to the game, and the stress was already starting to make her think she needed to pee again.
It took about an hour for her to realize that thought was definitely correct, and she asked if they would be able to stop to use the restroom. "We've got a stop in about 30 miles" the bus driver responded. She was content with that answer. She wasn't too desperate yet. Half an hour later, the bus stopped at a gas station and everyone got out. "Make sure to use the bathroom if you need to," the coach said, "There isn't anywhere to stop after this besides our destination."
Wendy and Kate didn't need to be told to go; they were the first ones off of the bus. Their faces sunk as they stepped inside the gas station and realized something: there was only one toilet. If one of them went, the other would be wetting themselves, and it wouldn't be worth the rumors that would start if they both went in at the same time. They both stepped aside, as if they hadn't needed to use the bathroom after all, and they tried to figure something out. By the time Wendy determined she would be willing to sneak out back and crouch down, it was already too late. Everyone else was getting back on the bus.
The urge to pee grew as each minute passed. She realized there was too much time left in the trip to make it when her bladder started hurting. She squirmed in her seat and looked over to Kate making very similar motions. For a split second, her bladder released and a small wet patch appeared on her underwear. Kate appeared to jump a bit and turned to look at her, concerned and desperate. Wendy's mind raced as she thought of how she could get out of this. She felt so guilty for subjecting Kate to this, and her mind turned towards ways she could even just spare her the embarrassment.
"I could sit on her lap," she thought "and then it might look like all of the pee was mine." No, that was a bit too ridiculous. "But what about something even more ridiculous?" Wendy looked over to Kate. "Cover me," she said as she slid down into the area in front of her seat. Kate, wondering what she was up to, held up the blanket she had on her legs to cover any line of sight the other passengers had to her. Wendy then pulled out her wand and said some words Kate didn't recognize. Well, maybe she did recognize a few words; one of them sounded like "bus."
Wendy sat back up in her seat as she felt her bladder shift in the same way it had a few days before, and that was enough to release the floodgates. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly as a steady stream soaked through her volleyball shorts and onto the seat of the bus. She heard Kate's concerned squeal as the same thing happened to her. She felt confident that she had reduced Kate's embarrassment, however, because a gush of pee was coming from the crotches of everyone on the bus. A few moans, sighs, and startled yelps came from the various passengers as puddles of pee pooled onto the seats and its scent filled the bus.
The streams slowed as Wendy regained control over her bladder, and an awkward silence filled the piss-soaked bus. Eventually they made it to the school of the team they would be playing against, and they all shuffled through the halls of the rival school towards the bathroom as a few members of the other team turned to each other stifling laughs. Wendy felt justifiably embarrassed, but also slightly proud. Now was no way anyone on the team would tell the school that she and Kate had pissed their pants. |
I was originally thinking of making this an anthology-type thing but decided to continue the story directly. I have some ideas, but would like some feedback on what to do.
The way to continue this that I've been thinking the most about would involve diapers quite a bit. If I go with that, should I keep it on this thread and just add a diaper tag, or make it a "sequel" in "Diapered and ABDL Fiction." I could also just resolve this storyline and continue it with different magic-based omorashi concepts. Let me know what you think, and thanks for enjoying my story.
Chapter 2
The Bus - 4:51 PM
Jess noticed an uncomfortable silence on the ride back, but didn't bother doing anything to break it. When the team had continued to have accidents after they got to the school, the coach had to call off the game due to "illness." Jess felt a bit guilty because she was one of the first ones to the bathroom, and she must have taken too long, because she noticed some girls with freshly wet shorts as she exited. "I should have let them go first," she thought, "I'm not sure I would have even minded wetting my pants again." She was still a bit uncertain about her own feelings towards the situation.
The last time she had peed herself had been during potty training, so the sudden feeling of release and warmth between her legs was entirely unfamiliar. This made it difficult to tell if there was a different, more familiar feeling of warmth. The more she thought about it, however, the more she managed to convince herself. She wasn't sure if it was the embarrassment, helplessness, or just the way her wet panties rubbed against her pussy, but something about it really turned her on.
Jess quietly slipped a hand under her waistband after making sure the girl sitting next to her was still asleep. Before she could start to fully appreciate the feeling of damp fabric against her skin, the bus pulled to a stop. She quickly pulled her hand back to a neutral position as the motion of the bus woke the girl next to her. Jess tried to act natural and started to exit the bus with everyone else. Unsurprisingly, most of them were going straight to the bathrooms. Jess realized that she was also fairly desperate to pee. She thought it for a second. "I guess it would be hypocritical of me to run to the bathroom now." Despite her relatively full bladder, she decided to walk straight back to her dorm room across campus.
Wendy was by some trees near the edge of the courtyard when she got what she was secretly hoping for. Even though she still felt like she could hold it for a bit longer, she froze in place as her bladder muscles relaxed on their own. She shoved her hand back into her pants to feel the wet spot growing. It quickly reached full size as pee started running over her hand and down her legs, disappearing into the grass below her. She pressed her soaked panties up against her pussy and quivered. She rubbed them slowly at first, but quickly sped up. This was the best it had felt since she first discovered masturbation, and she was anxious to get to the end. Before the flow had even completely stopped, her legs shuddered beneath her as she let out a moan that was louder than she had anticipated. After taking a few seconds to compose herself, she quickly looked around to make sure nobody saw, and rushed back to her dorm.
Parking Lot - 5:00 PM
"I really need to learn to start thinking ahead" Wendy thought, as yet another torrent of warm pee flowed out into her panties. The silence on the ride back had made it impossible to discreetly cast a spell to undo the previous one.
Now that everyone was finally off the bus, Wendy hid around a corner and pulled out her wand. She cast the same spell as before with Kate as the target again, but to her surprise, nothing seemed to happen.
She tried the spell a second time, but with no luck. "Oh no." Wendy hadn't realized that she said that out loud, but Kate piped up from her position as lookout. "I really don't like the sound of that. What went wrong this time?" Wendy didn't know the answer to that question, so she thought for a bit before finally answering: "I think casting the spell again doesn't undo previous versions of it." She paused. "Which means until I can figure something else out, we're stuck sharing a bladder with the entire volleyball team."
This was bad. Really bad. It had already been bad enough when it was just Kate and herself, but now people who don't know about magic are involved. Not only did this mean they couldn't coordinate, but if the other girls realized the timing of their "accidents" was supernaturally similar, she could end up in bigger trouble than she ever had before. She had to fix this fast.
Jess's Dorm Room - 5:12 PM
Jess sat on her bed, still wearing her wet volleyball uniform. She rubbed her damp thighs against each other as she thought about her recent discovery. Eventually, her roommate, who was also still wearing her soaked uniform, opened the door and walked in. Jess glanced at her roommate's shorts. The darkened blue fabric clung to her legs and glistened slightly as they moved. Jess stopped herself from visibly staring at her roommate's crotch and greeted her before it got weird that she was still looking in that direction. "Hey Kate," she said. "Hey Jess." Kate stepped into the room and paused. "Why haven't you changed yet?" Jess thought about lying or just giving a noncommittal answer, but instead decided to see how far she could push the conversation.
"I think I kinda like just sitting here in my wet clothes." Kate seemed confused, but not entirely disgusted, which was a good sign. "Aren't you worried about your sheets?" Jess looked down at the bed she was sitting on and noticed the dark spot below her. She shrugged. "I was meaning to do laundry anyway. You can sit next to me if you'd like." She patted a spot on the mattress. Kate hesitated, then walked over and sat down. Some of the liquid still in her shorts seeped into the bedsheets. She adjusted her sitting position a bit. There were a few seconds of silence before she spoke up. "So what do you like about this?" she asked, trying not to sound judgmental. Jess pursed her lips and thought for a bit before responding. "I uhhh... I mostly like the way it feels between my legs."
Her heart quickened and she blushed furiously as she feared she may have taken it too far. She looked at Kate to gauge her reaction. Her face was also red, and she seemed a bit nervous. Before Jess could walk back what she said, Kate chimed in. "I think I'm feeling it too." If Jess's heart wasn't already beating fast, it would have started to as she realized she now had someone to share her "new passion" with. What she hadn't picked up on yet, however, was that wet pants weren't the primary reason Kate was "feeling it."
Wendy's Dorm Room - 5:12 PM
Wendy determined based on the volume of her last accident that she would have time to clean up and change before another one of the girls decided they needed to pee. She peeled off her wet volleyball uniform, then showered and changed into a fresh pair of clothes. Then she got to work.
Wendy had spent most of her free time in the last few days trying to find a solution but had come up short. Now she was desperate which gave her less time, but also meant she was willing to try things she would have deemed to be too risky previously.
Wendy cast a spell and then walked through her bathroom door into the study. She started skimming through books she had examined previously, reassessing options that she had previously rejected. Some spells that didn't seem quite relevant but could have a similar effect to what was needed, such as anti-mind control wards, were put in the "maybe" pile. Others were once again dismissed outright for their high risk of injury or death. It took going through many books before Wendy found the first thing she was willing to try. It would be difficult to pull off, but ideally this would "split" their shared bladder back into individual-use bladders. It wasn't a physical splitting, that would have put it into the "too dangerous" pile. Despite that, it was still a risky spell and Wendy knew it. She was hesitant but had gone through too many options to not try this one.
Before she had time to memorize the spell, Wendy heard the sound of a garage door opening. "Crap, someone's home," she thought. She quickly started to cast the spell before anyone saw her. She started to put away the books and immediately noticed a rapidly growing urge in her bladder. Just then, she heard a voice. "Oh, hi Wendy, what are you doing here?" Wendy spun around to see her mother standing at the doorway. Her panic was almost enough to make her forget about her rapidly filling bladder, but it made sure to remind her with a twinge of pressure that made her entire body shudder. This was bad. She didn't know if she could hold for much longer. "Hey mom, I uh..." Wendy tried to think of something to say, but her entire mind was focused on the immense pressure in her bladder and desperately attempting to hold it back. Her mom took a few steps into the room, looking a bit concerned or perhaps just confused. Wendy opened her mouth to speak again, but a quick spurt shot out into her panties. "Fuck," she thought, "there's no way out of this situation is there?" Her last chance was to run to the bathroom and explain later. As she raised her leg up to take a step, however, the floodgates opened. She shot her leg back next to the other one to try to stop the flow, but it was too late. Her bladder muscle had completely given out, and a strong stream of piss was now seeping down her legs. Wendy couldn't believe what was happening. In the same way a small child would, she was peeing her pants right in front of her mommy. Also like a small child, Wendy began to cry. |
Summary: A female clubber is bursting for the bathroom while on a long bathroom qeueue. When she can't hold it any longer, she proceeds to take matters into her own hands before having an accident.
Plot: Damn it! How long is this line going to be. I have to pee sososo bad." Gwenndolinne Masterson thought to herself. Since 12 midnight until now (1 am), she waiting on line for the ladies' room inside the Pheonix night club. As usual, Gwenndolinne was bursting beyond belief and needed to urinate so badly. The pressure just kept mounting upon her bladder as well as her poor urethra. Gwenndolinne always indulged in a good time at night clubs. She loved the music, dancing, good food, and the liquids. Specifically, she loved the soda, fruit punch, and red wine. Gwenndolinne just can't help herself and in the presence of these liquids, she consumes lots of it with her food. And she just can't help but ignore her need to go until she is severely desperate to bursting. And right now she was bursting big time.
Gwenndolinne bobbed up and down, keeping her right leg double crossed, standing bent over, fighting her incessant wave of desperation. The pressure just kept mounting as all the fluids and food collected into her urethra. "Damn it why is this line not moving. Hey get outta there!" Gwenndolinne shouted followed by an "Oh no-nononononono no no oh no." Gwenndolinne almost spurted from speaking loudly and with passion. She had to go and soon or else. The line didn't move much except for 7 people out of what was a total of 25 people. There were 18 people still in front of her and it was pretty clear this line wasn't going to move any faster. One 21-year old girl in place #4 near the door was holding her crotch and bobbing up and down, couldn't take it anymore. "Excuse me excuse-" but she was cut short by the person at the door entrance. "A-a (shaking her head in a no-way manner)! Get to the back of the .... seriously?" The girl replied "I can't hold it. I just can't hold it oh gaawwd!" running inside while unable to stop wetting herself. Her trail of desperation was followed by complaints and cursing. One woman (40 years) said "Yeah kid run inside! If I wasn't desperate, I would-ah (wincing) eeeeeemmmmmmmmmm ....".
Gwenndolinne Masterson couldn't believe what she saw. Here she was and number 19 on the line. And yet some girl jumped the line. "Who was this bimbo that grabbed her ticket for relief?" Gwenndolinne wondered. Gwenndolinne couldn't handle the proverbial smack in the face as her wave of desperation was made worse by her bladder contracting. It was as if her bladder saw this and protested with anger. Gwenndolinne applied more pressure against this pressure by contracting her urethra even more. She was already in so much pain and had to endure more. "This reminds me of the time I had to wait for Piper to get out of the bathroom and I had to piss in the garbage bag.". (Please see my fiction Desperate Morning). Gwenndolinne Masterson kept telling herself she would make it soon so as to not make her need worse. But time was ticking forward. It was 1:15 pm and still only two persons went inside while the girl from before (wetting herself) still didn't come in. The other woman (from before yelling at the pissing girl) couldn't take it anymore and ran inside. Since she was ..... well ... as big as Nyla Rose (AEW wrestling star) who could stop her as she pushed everyone out of the way. One girl (22 years old) lost her footing and landed on her butt. Sadly she began urinating in her jeans. "Noooooooooo!" the girl screamed.
Gwenndolinne continued to bob and pee dance while leg double crossed online. At one point, her need became such an unnatural wave of desperation that cause her to crouch down. Wincing, teeth clenching, and whimpering, Gwenndolinne had to muster more of her strength not to let a single drop escape her. She has had accidents before but this time she wanted to avoid that. She wasn't going to let herself be (as her friends call her) Peeing Gwen. She hated that and she hated her stupid gluttonous nature for waiting too long at this point. She was determined to stay dry. After 20 seconds, she got her need under control but her urethra was paining her. She desperately wanted relief and wished the line moved faster. Suddenly, she and others could hear yelling inside the ladies' room. The female nearest the door could hear this. "You toilet hog! We need the toilet and you're enjoying phone sex? I just pissed myself and you just wave it off. That's it!". "Screw you!". Female bouncers came into the bathroom and hurried both women out. Two went in as three came out.
Gwenndolinne was still trying to keep it together for the next 40 minutes. In that time she kept thinking positive thoughts, such as the time she went fishing with her father up-state. She remembered how peaceful it was and how quiet the environment behaved. This thought always helped to calm her nerves no matter the situation. But how long would it last? During this 40 minutes, another female (27 years) with jet-black hair, stiletto heels, a revealing top and a micro-mini skirt couldn't take it and ran off the line. She grabbed a huge beer mug from a customer about to ask for more beer. She lifted up her skirt and shoved the mug into position and released her pent up ocean. "Yes yes oh yes y-yes sweet relief. Oh man!". The customer behind her shouted at her to clean the mug while the staff told her to pay for damages. She casually waved her hand stating she was rich and would pay easily.
At the end of the 40 minutes, Gwenndolinne couldn't take it anymore. Her will power was not enough to deal with the wave of desperation that reached super ultra maximum pressure against her poor urethra. Something had to give. And it could be her body that badly screamed neurotransmitters to let go like you wouldn't believe. Her mind lost it. She ran off line and looked for a plant pot or a corner not occupied. She began resorting to her frantic foolish self she tried to avoid becoming. She looked all over and saw not a single plant pot or an unoccupied corner that no one would see in her. She ran out the door and looked both sides. To her right was never ending buildings with alleys that were filled with people already. To her left was the same thing, except for one alley that seemed to be devoid of anyone. "Perfect!" she said to herself and ran over there.
Gwenndolinne was overcome with much relief and wanted to get there asap. But she had to be careful not to cause herself to have an accident. She was wearing strappy shoes with heels and each step she took combined with her ectasy for relief and her need to go threatened to cause her to go. But she remained focused and made it to the alley of question. "Finally." Gwenndolinne cried with a smile only to find men taking a bathroom trip or vomiting. She was horrified by the horrible sight of biological waste and the numerous people. There was no privacy. And worse! The alley had a bad odor. Some looked like they were not from tough neighborhoods while others were skinny guys just waiting to be punched. Gwenndolinne stood there swaying her knees while bent forward, thinking about her next move. But where was she going to go. Suddenly, she felt a small dribble travel down the middle and that ended her indecisiveness. She ran past all the weirdos and seedy people, ran into the darkened areas of the alley and stopped behind a trash can. She saw the ground had a pot hole leading into the sewage. She made up her mind.
Gwenndolinne positioned herself over this pot hole and readied to lower herself when another wave of desperation so powerful it nearly punched a jet of her pent up golden falls. She winced and gritted her teeth so hard she might have as well as caused her teeth to travel back upwards. "Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" she whimpered. This wave immobilized her to the extent that she felt moving might cause her to leak. But her resolve finally took over and she lowered herself. She lifted up the hem of her short skirt halter top dress, revealing she went commando. She opened her legs apart and made one last look down to ensure she properly over the pot hole. It was so dark she couldn't be completely sure but time was running out. She counted in her mind 1..2..3 and let go. A jet of her urine the appearance of a fire hose jet emitted itself from her nether region. Several smaller streams deviated from the main jet into the pot hole as well as rivulets emerged down the middle dripping profusely. Some of the rivulets went down to her buttocks nearby her genital region and dripping off the skin of her buttocks.
Gwenndolinne almost fell backwards from the sweet ecstasy of relief. Her bladder deflated as well as her urethra feeling the pressure of the flow of her urine rapidly moving by. Her urine sizzled as steam emerged from the pot hole. It was hot and the sight according to the others was hot too. They couldn't believe someone did this in front of them. Suddenly, a voice could be heard calling out "Fuuuuuzzzzzzzz!". Everyone scrambled out of there to avoid the police, leaving Gwenndolinne by herself still urinating. A police patrol slowly drove by the alley. During the driveby, the driver looked in the direction of the alley. Gwenndolinne stood there frozen and crouched next to the trash pail still urinating. Her stream did start to trickle but she remained still. One officer asked if his partner saw anyone. The driver couldn't see anything and continued driving.
Her stream slowly tricked to a stop and once she pushed out the last few drops, she proceeded to get back on her feet. She carefully left the alley and inspected the coast. Majority of the street was empty as people carefully left quickly. Gwenndolinne left as well and made her way home asap. She didn't bother to wipe the dried up urine off her bottom and the few rivulets that traveled down the inside seams of her thighs. Gwenndolinne proceeded to plop on her bed and worry about it the next morning. And the laundry too.
FYI: Gwenndolinne is 25 years old.
Edited July 4, 2022 by Uroguy
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Lyle’s college campus, including his first-year residence, did not appear to have much space for parties. The bedrooms were small, the hallways had no furniture, and the cafeteria closed at 9 PM. During relatively brief chats with the other students in the hallways and cafeteria, Lyle heard a few rumours of party-focused fraternities and sororities in the area, but he couldn’t find any way to locate or contact such places. The only remotely promising local venue he could actually find on a map was the campus bar. He couldn’t imagine much of a party happening at a bar, but after a week with no other leads, he decided he might as well check it out.
Lyle wasn’t sure if the bar would serve meals, so he had dinner at the cafeteria before heading over. He didn’t bother dressing up for the evening; he wore the same t-shirt, khakis, and sandals that he had been wearing all day. When he arrived at the bar, he took a minute to walk around the tables to see if he could click with any of the groups there. None of them seemed particularly welcoming, though, so he sat down at the bar and ordered a soda. As he drank it, he tried to think of ways to approach some of the other students, and he also listened for conversations that he might be able to contribute to.
He didn’t have any breakthroughs by the time he finished his soda, so he ordered another. Nothing changed as he drank that either. For his third drink, he decided to try something alcoholic; the daily special posted on the wall would do. When he tasted it, he found it to be sweet, with the alcohol barely noticeable, which was pretty well what he was going for; his interest in alcohol was minimal. But even this new drink didn’t change the fact that no one was talking to him.
After sitting there for an hour and a half sipping on several more sodas and a few more alcoholic beverages, Lyle decided that this was a failed experiment. He had to pee from all the drinking so he figured he’d use the bathroom there (they had to have one, right?) and then head back to his room and maybe play some computer games. He stood up, but as he turned around to start looking for a bathroom, a female student suddenly came up to him and said, “Hi! I’m Cynthia.”
“Hi,” Lyle responded uncertainly, “I’m Lyle.”
“Hi Lyle!” Cynthia said, smiling brightly. “Can I buy you a drink?”
Perhaps this wasn’t a failed experiment after all. It was a bit ironic to be offered a drink after having nothing but them for the past hour and a half, but this time Lyle would have someone to talk to, so he cheerfully accepted and they started chatting. There was no need for computer games now, and he wasn’t going to go hunting for a bathroom right after meeting someone who wanted to spend time with him.
And they did spend quite some time chatting. Cynthia seemed very friendly and outgoing. When the drink she had bought Lyle was finished, she eagerly bought him another, and when that one was finished, she just as eagerly bought him a third. She said this was her third year of college, so perhaps that had given her a chance to get used to bar etiquette; Lyle himself had never been to a bar before and couldn’t even imagine having the nerve to offer a drink to someone he had just met. Unfortunately, all these drinks, coupled with the duration of their conversation, were making Lyle’s need to pee more persistent. He worried that Cynthia might leave if he stepped away to find a bathroom, but eventually he decided he would have to take that risk. He finished the drink he was working on and was just about to excuse himself when Cynthia said, “This place is pretty slow. Let’s go somewhere better.”
“Sure,” Lyle said. “Just let me use the bathroom first.”
“You can do that when we get there,” Cynthia said. “I can’t stand this place any longer. Come on, let’s go.” She turned and started walking toward the exit. Lyle would have preferred to use the bathroom before leaving, but since Cynthia wouldn’t wait for him, and was inviting him somewhere with a bathroom and a party, he decided to follow her. The trip would be uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t last too long.
Cynthia continued to tell stories as they left the bar and walked down the road. Lyle didn’t feel that he could contribute much to the conversation given how badly he needed to pee now, but Cynthia didn’t seem to mind. If anything, she seemed even warmer than she had been earlier. “I’m so glad to have met you!” she would often say, smiling broadly, and Lyle felt the same way about her. None of the hundred other students Lyle had met in the hallways and cafeteria over the past week had shown anything close to Cynthia’s vitality. He just wished Cynthia had been willing to wait the two minutes for him to find and use the bathroom at the bar; his need to pee was getting progressively worse as they walked, and the walk seemed like it was taking a long time.
After making several more turns, Lyle asked Cynthia, as gently as he could, “How much farther are we going?” They were walking away from his room, so if it was much farther, he might have to forget about the party and head back to his residence to use the bathroom there. Maybe he could get Cynthia’s contact information and see if they could meet up some other time.
“We’re about halfway there,” Cynthia responded.
Halfway there. This evening was starting to feel like more than Lyle had signed up for, but after a quick assessment he decided that it was still worth staying the course. He would definitely need to use the bathroom as soon as they arrived, though.
Cynthia became quieter, which was just as well because Lyle no longer felt able to absorb her stories. Lyle was breathing heavily now, frequently tensing and occasionally bobbing up and down. He worried that Cynthia might find his behaviour off-putting, but each time he looked at Cynthia she seemed to somehow be getting even more excited. This confused Lyle, since they were no longer socializing, but maybe Cynthia was looking forward to what awaited them at the end of this interminably long walk.
Did one really have to go this far to get to a decent social venue? How difficult would it be to build a party house just across the parking lot from the academic buildings? Looking at how widely Cynthia was smiling by now, though, it occurred to Lyle that maybe there was a more central option, but the place they were going was better. That thought kept Lyle moving forward each time he considered giving up and heading back to his room. If he could even find it again after all the turns they had made.
It was getting pretty bad, though. Lyle was starting to instinctively grab his penis to try to keep from peeing. Given how far Cynthia was taking them, why couldn’t she have waited for Lyle to use the bathroom before they left? She was still too enchanting for Lyle to ask that question out loud, but he didn’t think he could cope much longer, no matter how fantastic this place was.
This wasn’t going to work. Lyle was going to have to pee behind one of the trees lining the road. Just as he was about to ask Cynthia to wait a moment for him to do so, though, they rounded a corner and a lit-up mansion came into view. A number of students were drinking and chatting in front of it, but as Lyle got closer, he could tell that most of the noise was coming from inside. Cynthia was walking directly toward the building, so clearly this was their destination. Finally, Lyle would be able to use the bathroom he’d been craving for what felt like an hour! The fact that he had also located the party he’d been seeking for the past week felt secondary at this point. He gave his penis a tight squeeze and then let go in order to appear presentable to the other guests.
Cynthia walked up to the front door, opened it, and then invited Lyle to go in ahead of her. Lyle gratefully did so, but a few steps in, a female student blocking his path looked at him and said, “Who are you?”
Unsure how to respond, Lyle turned back toward Cynthia as she came in behind him. “That’s Esther,” Cynthia told Lyle. “She’s working the door tonight.” Coming up beside Lyle and turning to face Esther, she said, “This is Lyle. We’re in a bit of a hurry.” She winked at Esther.
Lyle didn’t understand the wink, but he was glad that Cynthia finally seemed to be showing a sense of urgency. He turned to face Esther once more. She now seemed to be examining Lyle more closely. Lyle tried to appear dignified in order to make a good first impression, but he really needed to pee now and wasn’t able to stand still. Had he blown his chance? Was he going to get kicked out? Or, worse, was Esther going to insist on thoroughly questioning him before even letting him use the bathroom?
Esther smiled. Somehow, she seemed not merely satisfied but actually impressed. She turned to Cynthia and said, “Nicely done! Don’t let me slow you down any further.” She stepped aside and Cynthia walked past her. As Lyle started to follow, he saw Esther press a button on the wall. He realized it activated an audio panel when he heard Esther’s voice from speakers throughout the building saying, “We have a guest!”
Lyle didn’t know what could possibly have impressed Esther enough about him to want to brag to the whole building, but this was not the time to try to figure that out. Cynthia had paused in the entrance hallway, and now that they seemed to have the run of the place, Lyle caught up with her and quietly asked, “Do you know where the bathroom is?”
“I’ll take you there,” Cynthia answered. “This place is a bit of a maze.” She started walking again.
As if the walk to the place hadn’t been long enough, Lyle now found himself following Cynthia through quite a number of intersecting hallways. Would this exercise never end? Was the bathroom he had waited so long for still not close at hand? He got excited when they approached a door, but when Cynthia opened it, Lyle saw that it led to yet another hallway. At the end of this hallway, they went up a short flight of steps, through another door, and then instead of walls on either side of them there were thick black curtains. A few steps later these curtains ended and the space opened up a bit, although there were other curtains farther away, and then finally Lyle saw a door with the symbol on it for the men’s bathroom.
Now that Lyle could actually see the bathroom, he started running toward it, grabbing his penis again to try to hold on for just a few more seconds. As he ran, though, he could see people in his peripheral vision from other parts of this more open space running toward him. At the same time, a curtain that formed one edge of the space appeared to be opening. Well before Lyle reached the bathroom, he found himself surrounded by about five female students, on a stage, in front of a seated audience of about thirty people, who at a glance also appeared to all be female students.
“Surprise!” the girls surrounding Lyle shouted gleefully.
This unexpected delay, on top of all the waiting Lyle had already done, made his need feel even worse, and he tightened his grip on his penis and lifted a knee to squeeze his thighs together. Speaking quickly, he said, “Hi, I was just on my way to the bathroom. I’ll be out in a minute.”
The girls maintained their blockade and seemed to be holding back laughter. Lyle turned to look for Cynthia and was surprised to see that she had actually kept up with him and was now part of the group surrounding him. Addressing the other girls, Cynthia said, “I’d like you all to meet Lyle.”
“Great job!” one of the other girls said to Cynthia, seeming just as impressed as Esther had been. “I think this is our best one yet!” But the girls all continued to keep their positions, and Cynthia did not appear to be making any further effort to convince them to move.
Lyle’s exasperation now outweighed his affection, and he said, “Cynthia, I wanted to use the bathroom at the bar. But you insisted on coming here first. The walk was a lot longer than I was expecting, and now I have to pee really badly. Could you please tell these people to let me past? We can do this live theatre thing when I get out.”
“It’s true,” Cynthia told the other girls. “He’s been wanting to pee for a long time. He had a lot of drinks sitting by himself at the campus bar before I joined him and bought him several more.” Lyle didn’t remember telling Cynthia his drink count at any point, but that didn’t matter right now. Cynthia continued, “I didn’t give him a chance to use the bathroom before we left the bar. Instead, I told him he could use the one here. I guess I didn’t think about how long the walk would be, or the fact that you would set this ambush. How could I have been so thoughtless?”
An excellent explanation, Lyle thought, relieved. He started to turn back around to see if they would clear a path for him. Before Cynthia was out of his field of vision, though, he saw her grin. Lyle froze. How had Cynthia known his approximate drink count? Had she been watching him since he arrived at the bar? As Lyle was wondering about this, one of the other girls said, “Wow, you’re good!” With horror, Lyle realized that Cynthia had not been defending him or apologizing.
She had been bragging.
This entire evening had been a setup.
Lyle finished turning to face the bathroom and was no longer surprised to see that the others clearly had no intention of stepping aside. He tried to force his way past them, but he wasn’t able to overpower multiple people at once, and since they were surrounding him, he couldn’t dodge them either. Desperately trying not to wet his pants, Lyle started rhythmically squeezing and releasing his penis, alternating lifting each leg to squeeze his thighs together, and also alternately bending down at the waist and bobbing up and down at the knees. He wasn’t quite at the point of losing control, but he had no idea how long they would keep him trapped on this stage, and he had already waited far longer to use the bathroom than he ever would have chosen to.
“Aww, look at his cute little pee dance,” one of the girls said. “He really is desperate! Cynthia brought us a real treat tonight!”
A real treat? Lyle took a longer look at the seated audience and saw that many of them appeared to be masturbating. As predatory as the girls were being, a part of Lyle felt warm and fuzzy knowing that he was bringing them a rare level of enjoyment. He may have been meat, but at least he was tasty meat. He would not hold a grudge or seek disciplinary action when this was over.
At the moment, though, he still hoped the girls would let him use the bathroom soon. For all of his emotional warmth, his condition was neither physically pleasant nor sustainable. “Come on, let me through!” he begged. “I can’t hold it much longer!”
“Aww, are you going to wet your pants for us?” one of the girls teased. “Are you going to lose control and start peeing helplessly down your leg in front of everyone here?”
“Let’s get his sandals off,” another girl suggested. “Keep them safe, at least.” She bent down slightly and unstrapped the sandal from the foot Lyle currently had lifted in his effort to hold his pee. Lyle didn’t bother trying to stop her as she removed the sandal and placed it on the floor behind her. He didn’t need sandals either to get to the bathroom or to enjoy the rest of the party. He would need them in order to get back to his residence, but he would also need a guide or a map, so if the girls were trying to kidnap him then he wouldn’t stop them by keeping his sandals. When Lyle instinctively switched legs in his pee dance, the girl closest to his other foot unstrapped and removed his remaining sandal and placed that one out of the way as well.
One of the girls untucked Lyle’s shirt and slid her hand under it to caress his bare abdomen. “Mmm, such a full bladder,” she purred. “Maybe he really can’t wait much longer.” Smiling mischievously, she gave said bladder a squeeze, making Lyle jerk away. The girl laughed, as did at least some of the others, but their demeanor remained playful rather than cruel.
When they were done laughing, Lyle felt another hand land on the front of his pants to find a part of his penis that his own clenched hand wasn’t already covering. The new hand originated behind Lyle; he turned his head to see that it belonged to Cynthia. Making eye contact with Lyle as she gently rubbed his penis through his pants, Cynthia said, “Is this poor penis anxious to release all those drinks you had at the bar? Does it desperately want to feel all of that liquid flowing out of your body? Is your frantic dancing and squeezing going to be enough to keep all of that pee from flowing out through this desperate penis and into your pants?” She removed her hand. Panting, Lyle turned his head away from her and made another unsuccessful attempt to escape in the direction of the bathroom.
More girls slid their hands under the bottom of Lyle’s shirt, and this time they started tickling Lyle’s bare waist. While doing this, they also leaned in and started licking his neck. This was not what Lyle needed right now. He had to pee so badly and the tickling and licking felt like it was taking him right to the edge. He clenched his muscles as hard as he could. His penis was trembling. He knew that pretty soon his body would take over and he would start peeing right there into his pants no matter what he did to try to stop it.
The girls kept up the tickling, but the licking didn’t last too long before they moved their heads back away from Lyle’s neck and started saying, “Psssss…” with smiles on their faces. Lyle stared at them with dread. This seemed to excite them; they started laughing again, all the while continuing their tickling as Lyle continued his frantic pee dance. Lyle made yet another attempt to push past them but was again pushed back. Was there anything special he had to say or do for them to let him use the bathroom? Or did he just have to wait for them to decide on their own that the time was right? His time was quickly running out, but he couldn’t think of anything to add to what he had already said. The girls already knew how badly Lyle needed to pee. That appeared to be the whole point of the exercise.
Lyle could feel his control slipping away. This could not be happening. He was about to wet his pants at the first college party he had been able to find. He made one last vain attempt to elbow through, and then, in a panic, he turned to face Cynthia, who was laughing and tickling along with the others. “Cynthia,” he said breathlessly, “I’m about to start peeing, please tell these people to let me through now!”
Cynthia’s laughter turned into a huge open-mouthed smile. She stopped tickling Lyle and gently cupped her hands around the back of Lyle’s head. Then she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Her tongue slid between his lips, then between his teeth and against Lyle’s own tongue. Cynthia slowly caressed all sides of Lyle’s tongue with hers while also caressing the back of his head with her hands. It felt amazing, but the warm moisture and gentle motion of Cynthia’s tongue and lips, along with the other girls’ continued tickling, made it impossible for Lyle to hold his bladder any longer and he felt himself starting to pee in his pants. There was no longer anything he could do to stop it, and as the bathroom was still half a stage away and he had made zero progress trying to get free of the ambush, it was clear that the struggle was over. Deciding that he might as well enjoy the kiss, he released his grip on his penis and embraced the back of Cynthia’s head with both hands.
“Ooh, look, he’s peeing!” one of the girls said excitedly.
“You really can’t hold it, can you?” another girl said. “You just have to pee so bad that there’s nothing left you can do to keep from peeing in your pants.”
Cynthia continued to swirl her tongue around Lyle’s as Lyle continued to helplessly wet himself. The other girls eventually stopped their tickling, but that no longer made a difference; any control that Lyle might have had left was being taken away by Cynthia’s gentle tongue. Lyle could tell from Cynthia’s enthusiasm, though, that that was not the sole purpose of the kiss. Cynthia was hungry for Lyle, as one might be for an ice cream sundae. And she didn’t stop when Lyle finished peeing, nor did she cut the kiss any shorter than Lyle would have liked. In fact, in the end it was Lyle who first removed his hands and started to pull away. Cynthia actually pulled him back to continue the kiss a little bit longer, but when Lyle pulled away a second time, she let him go.
While they had been kissing, the other girls onstage had all moved off to one side. Cynthia glanced at them, then looked back at Lyle and said, “This is my sorority. My sisters and I love college boys who desperately need to pee, and I have to say, you did not disappoint.” Addressing the audience in the seats, she said, “Let’s hear it for Lyle!”
The audience gave a standing ovation. Looking at them, Lyle saw that they were all smiling, and some of them were licking their lips. Lyle was embarrassed to have wet his pants in front of so many other people, but they seemed to really appreciate it, so he managed to give them a bow – not a deep bow, but he hoped enough to be polite. After straightening back up, he took a moment to enjoy their excited expressions, then turned back to Cynthia for further guidance.
Cynthia waited for the applause to die down, then gestured toward the bathroom and said to Lyle, “The bathroom over there has a shower, laundry machines, and clean towels and robes. You can throw your clothes in the washing machine, get cleaned up, and then put on a robe. Don’t start the washing machine yet; we want to wait until we have a full load. If you’re anxious to leave, you can wear the robe you pick back to your room and we’ll get your clean clothes back to you tomorrow; if you stay, we can get them back to you at the end of the night. It looks like someone’s left your sandals just outside the bathroom door; you can put them back on once you’re done cleaning up.”
So they had a detailed and efficient clean-up plan. Lyle’s night wasn’t ruined by his wet pants. He was glad now that the girls had taken the trouble to save his sandals, since he imagined sandals would be more difficult to clean than clothes, and the pee had indeed reached his feet. Lyle took another look at the audience; they had sat back down but were still smiling and some appeared to have resumed masturbating. Then he turned toward the bathroom; the path was now clear, the girls who had been surrounding him still casually standing off to the side.
“Go ahead,” Cynthia said encouragingly from behind Lyle. “We’ll mop the stage while you’re in there.”
Cautiously, wary of more traps, Lyle started walking toward the bathroom. None of the girls moved to block him this time. Lyle gradually started to feel more at ease as he approached, then reached, the bathroom. He opened the door, entered, and then closed and locked the door behind him, all without any issues. Everything Cynthia had listed was laid out before him. The room was deeper than it was wide; two parallel walls extended away from the stage on either side of Lyle. Against the wall on Lyle’s left were first the laundry machines, then a transparent shower stall, then beyond that a toilet, a sink, and a mirror. The wall on Lyle’s right was covered with shelves holding various folded fabrics, which fit in with Cynthia’s mention of towels and robes. Since they were folded, it might have been another trick, but Lyle didn’t really care if he had to spend the rest of the party naked and wet. He found an empty spot on a nearby shelf, emptied his pockets onto it, then took off his clothes, put them in the washing machine, and entered the shower stall. He didn’t bother looking for a washcloth among the folded fabrics against the far wall; he found washcloths awkward to use and rarely bothered with them.
There were a number of squeeze bottles on a shelf inside the stall, and at least one appeared to be the body wash Lyle would need to clean himself properly. He had his shower, then turned off the water and looked through the clear door of the stall at the shelves on the far wall. There were folded towels immediately across from the stall, and the room was narrow enough that Lyle could probably reach one without stepping out. The towels were all different colours; Lyle looked at them for a few seconds before settling on a beige one. He opened the stall door, grabbed his chosen towel, dried off, and then stepped out of the stall. He then wrapped the towel around himself and started to investigate the wall shelves more thoroughly.
The section closest to the shower was filled with folded towels and washcloths; nothing in this section resembled a garment. Walking deeper into the bathroom, away from the door, however, Lyle found a section of thinner folded fabrics, also in a variety of colours and several with patterns on them. Were these the robes? Lyle picked a fabric with a design he liked, took it off the shelf, and unfolded it. It did indeed appear to be a garment of some kind. It wasn’t fluffy like a bathrobe, and it didn’t open at the front like a kimono; it was more like a long t-shirt, although it had pockets at the sides about halfway between the neck and the hem. Lyle put his head and arms through, then removed his towel and pulled the hem of the garment down. It easily covered his knees, but did not appear to be in danger of dragging on the floor. Lyle turned around to look at himself in the mirror. He had never worn such a garment before, but it looked like a reasonable thing to wear to a party: casual, but not sleepwear.
Having reached the end of the room, Lyle turned back toward the door. The toilet was no longer useful to him, and he didn’t need the sink, having just showered, so he walked back to the front of the room. He put his towel in the washing machine as he didn’t see another receptacle for it and didn’t want to be carrying it around, and he retrieved the contents of his pants pockets from the shelf where he had left them and placed them in the pockets of his new robe. Then he unlocked the door and opened it to look back at the stage.
The curtain had been closed, and a “Wet Floor” sign had been placed on the stage. Lyle’s sandals were still next to the door; he put them back on now that he was clean and dry. The girls from the “performance” were still there, chatting with each other off to the side. Despite what they had done earlier, Lyle didn’t feel particularly threatened by them, and the night was still young, so he made his way toward them. Cynthia, who was in the group, noticed Lyle approaching and turned to face him. “Are you done?” she asked, smiling pleasantly.
“Yeah,” Lyle said. He closed the rest of the distance between them and then Cynthia gave him a tight hug.
After a few seconds, Cynthia released the hug and asked, “Want to come check out our dance floor?”
“Yeah, that sounds fun,” Lyle answered.
“Great, let’s go!” Cynthia said. She led Lyle off stage, and the rest of the group went with them. Lyle was really looking forward to the rest of this party. |
I have to admit this is probably one of my stranger desperation stories in that it was kind of inspired by the Disney movie Tangled, and is basically a parody of that movie with pee desperation, and I suppose it gets a little bit weird and perverse, especially considering the inspiration for this! That said it is a a little bit more than a total just pure desperation story as I think it's actually a pretty funny parody, and I hope that everybody else enjoys it as much as I did. But yeah this one was kind of a weird thing to turn into a desperation story I will admit, even by my standards, and I kind of just came across it randomly on my list of story ideas and was feeling really unfocused and kind of tired and headachy and I said, you know what just go with that and I did, and I think the results were pretty damn good!
But even though the main focus is on desperation as it's an omorashi story it's also a little bit of a gross and deranged parody of a Disney movie, so if the idea of an omorashi story based on a children's film bothers you maybe you should skip this one! But all of the characters in the story are adults, and also parodies of fictional cartoon characters… Anyway you have been warned, and if you don't have any problem with that I hope you enjoy the story! Also can be viewed in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/10254.html
Rapunzel's Desperate Day Out Of the Tower
Rapunzel was sitting up in a tower one day looking out at the world outside her window and wondering what it would be like to actually go out into the world one day.
"It would just be really great to leave the house on my birthday and go have some kind of adventure," Rapunzel said.
"Don't be silly Rapunzel, you have everything that you need right here," mother Gothel said. "Besides the outside world is a really frightening place."
"But it's just I have been in this tower my whole life and it gets kind of boring sometimes, I mean I read the same books over and over again and spend most of the day brushing my hair, in all honesty as much fun as that sounds it really gets old pretty fast," Rapunzel said as she shook her head.
"What could you possibly want from the outside world that you cannot get here, and then there is another thing Rapunzel, there are no bathrooms out there."
"There are no bathrooms?"
"Not a single one."
"But what if you needed to go to the bathroom?"
"Well I suppose if you were a guy you could just pee in the bushes but there are no ladies rooms in this enchanted kingdom. Some would say an enchanted kingdom sounds less appealing when there are no bathrooms there, so I don't understand the logic behind that, but yet we don't have any ladies rooms anywhere in the entire kingdom. Blame it on the fact that all of the kingdom was ruled by some old guy who probably has his own gold toilet seat somewhere."
"So you mean that all you can do if you leave the house is you just have to hold it all day?"
"Absolutely all day long, not a single single drop of urine will leave your body," mother Gothel said as she crossed her arms and shook her head, feeling smug about the fact that she had put Rapunzel in her place.
"Couldn't I just like squat in the bushes or something like that?"
"What are you some kind of an animal?"
"But what if I just left the house for a really really short time?"
"Rapunzel we both know that you have a bladder the size of a thimble, you would never survive out there out in the great world out there, the great big world with absolutely no ladies restrooms anywhere."
"What do you do when you leave the house for several days at a time?"
"I just have a really really good bladder and I don't drink anything." The truth is she would pop a squat in the bushes but she didn't need Rapunzel to know that, because if she knew she could just go to the bathroom in the bushes she might be inclined to try and leave her tower.
"Okay mother, I guess you know best, and it's true I certainly wouldn't want to leave my tower where I have a bathroom when I need it," Rapunzel said as she went over to the hole in the ground that opened into some type of a giant pit. As she looked at the giant pit that seemed to go on forever she kind of wondered what happened when she went to the bathroom and where all of her excrement went, but she thought that asking a question like that was kind of impolite and unladylike according to her mother. Every time she looked in that pit where she would go to the bathroom though she seriously wondered about that.
"Well anyway Rapunzel I am going to be going away for a few days, remember don't leave your tower and don't trust anybody, and remember if you think about leaving the tower just remember the total and utter lack of ladies rooms, not a single bathroom for you to relieve yourself in, you would find yourself having to hold it all day long," she said waving her finger in Rapunzel's face to really drive home the fact that if she left her tower she risked a major bathroom emergency.
While her mother was gone Rapunzel got around to doing her daily activities of reading the same few books over and over again, cleaning the house and then brushing her hair, brushing her hair and brushing her hair some more.
"You know my life may be boring but it's true I do have a whole damn lot of hair that I really have to brush," she said as she finished brushing her hair.
What she didn't know was that meanwhile a man was standing outside of her tower. As she heard the man making noise outside she looked down out into the lawn outside her tower and waved to him.
"Hi who are you," the man said. "My name is Flynn Rider."
"I'm Rapunzel and I spend all of my day up in this tower all by myself reading the same books over and over again, cleaning the house and brushing my hair endlessly."
"Well that sounds very, look I'm not going to lie to you, that sounds boring as hell, are like you on some kind of medication like Ritalin or something? But do you think maybe you could let down your long hair so that I can climb up and visit you in your tower?"
Rapunzel thought for a moment that her mother had warned her about how everybody in the outside world was potentially dangerous and that she had to protect herself by never leaving her tower. On the other hand she was pretty God damned bored though, so she shrugged her shoulders and threw her hair out the tower window so this mysterious stranger could climb up it and hopefully not murder her and steal everything that she owns.
"Okay strange man, come and climb up my hair, I'm sure this won't be as weird as it seems," Rapunzel shouted as he began climbing up her hair.
"You know I've never climbed up a woman's hair before, it was a unique experience," Flynn Rider said. "So what do you do all day in this tower?"
"I already told you, I read the same books over and over again, I clean the house and I brush and brush and brush and brush and brush my hair, which now that you have climbed up and I will probably have to brush extra now to get all of the tangles out of it."
"Well have you ever considered, you know, leaving the tower?"
"My mom said the world outside is a really scary place and that there are no bathrooms."
"Well you can always just pee in the bushes."
"What am I an animal? I have to admit though I have always been curious about the world outside of this tower, but like I said though my mom said that the world outside is scary and without bathrooms."
"Do you always do exactly what your mother says like some type of brainwashed slave?"
"I mean pretty much, yeah."
As Flynn stood there stroking his chin and wondering if this woman was suffering from a case of Munchausen by proxy syndrome he suddenly started feeling bad for her and wanted to show her a good time.
"Well you know what that's going to change right now, I'm going to show you the outside world and how much fun it can be."
"But what if I need to go to the bathroom?"
"Look we can come back before you have to go to the bathroom if you are that concerned with having to go to the bathroom. I mean seriously, do you never leave your tower just because of the lack of bathrooms?"
"Well I've never disobeyed my mother before, but I am sure if we just leave for a little while that would be okay and it wouldn't be catastrophic or the end of the world."
"Look I assure you this is not the end of the world, if you read your Bible the end of the world is much weirder than this and doesn't really make a whole lot a logical sense, but leaving your tower, I promise you that it will be a real adventure for you. Shall we?"
Rapunzel shrugged her shoulders and soon they would out of the tower and on the ground below.
"But it's not going to eat me is it?" Rapunzel asked.
"Is what going to eat you?" Flynn asked.
"You know, the ground."
Damn this chick really does have issues, Flynn thought to himself, but he figured that he had to teach her that the outside world wasn't so scary despite a severe lack of bathrooms.
"Come on let's go have fun walking through the forest, I'm going to show you the whole kingdom."
As Flynn began showing Rapunzel the outside world for the first time she had to admit that she was starting to wish that she didn't have those three large coffees before leaving. And then the fact that Flynn's horse was taking a huge piss was certainly making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Look I'm having a real lot of fun but I seriously need to go to the bathroom now," Rapunzel said as she started grabbing herself and hopping around.
"Let's go to the pub, they might have a bathroom," Flynn said as they walked into the pub and everybody dropped what they were doing when they saw Rapunzel. "Hey guys can she like use your bathroom?"
"Women don't go to the bathroom," an old man said. "It's a myth like the yeti or his North American cousin the Sasquatch."
"Guys she is not some type of mystical creature, although she does have extremely long hair that continuously grows and I think has some kind of weird supernatural powers, so I suppose what I'm asking is that you be a little bit open-minded. If you can live in some type of magical fantasy kingdom is it really that much of a stretch to accept the idea of a woman having to go to the bathroom as somehow not so implausible?"
"You're gross," the old man said shaking his head. "Besides we have a two drink minimum before anybody can use the facilities here."
As Rapunzel crossed her legs tightly the prospect of drinking more didn't make her think that this problem was going to get any better, but she figured she should be open-minded, so she quickly drank down two mugs full of alcohol. She was about to excuse herself to the bathroom when everyone just spontaneously started singing about how they had a dream, but the only dream she could think of was how she really really wanted to get to a bathroom.
"I'm sorry but I really have to pee right now," Rapunzel said as she made her way to the bathroom but as she opened it and saw what state the bathroom was in she took a deep breath and began feeling like she was going to be sick and closed the door. She knew that bathrooms in this magical fantasy kingdom were certainly nobody's actual fantasy, but the state of that toilet, she certainly wasn't going to sit on that monstrous thing if her life depended on it.
"Everything better," Flynn said as Rapunzel stood there trying to stand still even as her bladder was ready to explode. But I told you the toilet didn't bite didn't die?"
"Everything is just peachy," she said giving a thumbs-up and gritting her teeth and thinking the way that toilet looked there might be some kind of monster inside that would bite her ass if she had been stupid enough to sit on it. Now she had to go to the bathroom more than ever but she didn't want to admit that she was too afraid to use the bathroom in the pub, even though if anyone had actually seen the bathroom in the pub they would probably understand, especially in a place where about a third of people will die from getting some type of weird plague.
"Isn't nature wonderful," Flynn said a little bit later as he stood there peeing in the bushes behind Rapunzel. "Isn't it great that for the first time you are getting to see all of the water falls, see all of the streams, all of the lakes and rivers and all of the wonderful natural sites that nature has to provide."
As the sound of the trickling waterfall going into the stream emptying into the lake was driving Rapunzel frantic she started noticing that all around her animals seemed to be relieving themselves. Normally in a situation like this the animals would gather around her and she would sing a happy song and it would be all nice and animated and everything, but unfortunately she knew that there were copyright issues, so that wouldn't be happening, so instead all of the animals were just taking a piss.
"I'm sorry I can't take it anymore, I really need to pee!" Rapunzel said as she hopped up and down and had to admit that the feeling of a full bladder creating pressure in that area of her anatomy was giving her strange new feelings that weren't entirely unpleasant.
"Go for it," Flynn said giving her a thumbs-up.
"Yeah but I don't want anybody to watch me," Rapunzel said, feeling embarrassed over the fact that she really wanted to go to the bathroom.
"So, this is some type of medieval fantasy kingdom, it's not like somebody's going to snap a picture with their camera phone, phones aren't a thing in this world, in fact what's a phone?"
"It's just you think maybe you can look the other way?"
"Are you sure I can't watch?"
"Well that's a little bit of a weird thing to ask somebody after you climbed up her hair and showed her around the kingdom for the day. Besides I can't go when I know somebody's watching."
"Okay I won't watch you go to the bathroom and make this whole thing weird," Flynn said hoping that she would at least go to the bathroom close enough that he could hear her going to the bathroom, because he kind of had a thing for that.
Rapunzel started walking off in the forest dragging her long hair behind her wondering how she was going to go to the bathroom with all of her hair in the way. That was when she suddenly realized that there was another option instead of just squatting like an animal and peeing in the bushes.
Rapunzel threw her hair up in the air and she created a tent all around her, and wrapped up in her own hair she could finally just spread her legs and relieve herself. As she breathed a sign of relief she had to admit that it was the most satisfying moment of her life. In all fairness having done the same repetitive thing every single day for her entire life it was a pretty low bar, but relieving herself like that, it was still pretty awesome.
"Well that's so much better," Rapunzel said as she came out of the bushes smoking a cigarette and looking really satisfied with herself.
"Do you always smoke after peeing?"
"I don't know, I never looked before," she said as they both had a good laugh.
"Well you had a pretty fun day, so I guess I should better be getting you back home now before your weird creepy mother is wondering where you are, thinking that maybe you ran away and tried to escape from her because she was keeping you in some state of isolation from the rest of humanity as a way of exploiting and controlling you like some kind of weird creepy cult leader."
"What are you, my shrink?" Rapunzel said. "But you are right I should be getting home, my weird creepy mother will get freaked out if I am missing because she uses my magical hair to stay young forever."
"And I thought I had weird relations with my parents," Flynn said shaking his head. "Okay let's get back to your tower."
Flynn escorted Rapunzel back to her tower as she smiled.
"So like the magic hair I get, but do you have any other magical abilities?" Flynn asked. "I'm just curious and everything."
"I think that my urine also has magical healing abilities but luckily we didn't need that on this particular outing."
"Would you believe me if I said I broke my hand," Flynn said as he was contemplating whether he could break his hand in a convincing manner before she noticed.
"Nice try buddy," Rapunzel said as they both had a good laugh about that.
"Well you can't blame a guy for trying, have a nice life in that tower with your creepy mother, hope to see you around sometime," Flynn said as Rapunzel waved to him.
"He was a nice guy, kind of creepy that I think the whole time he was trying to get me to pee on him or at the very least watch me urinating, but hey who am I to judge given what a weird freakish existence I live," Rapunzel said as she climbed up back into her tower using her hair as a rope.
"So Rapunzel how were things while I was gone," her mother said walking in the door a few hours later.
"You know just a normal typical day doing the same repetitive thing over and over again," Rapunzel said as her mother smiled and nodded. But Rapunzel had to admit that after a long life doing nothing except for reading the same books over and over again, cleaning the house and endlessly brushing her hair, she was glad that she had learned of a new activity but one that she would have to keep secret from her mother.
Later that night when Rapunzel woke with an explodingly full bladder she went to go sit on the toilet into that endless pit and began masturbating until she lost control of her bladder and finally released everything in a loud hissing stream as she groaned with satisfaction before smoking another cigarette.
"You know with this new activity I think that I could probably keep my self-satisfied forever," Rapunzel said as she got up off of the toilet before looking down into the endless pit. "I still can't help but wonder though what is at the bottom of that pit."
"This is the life," Flynn said at the bottom of the pit as he sat there dripping with urine and playing with himself. |
Hi everyone! Been a while!
This one is just a quick one-off tale, but, as they say in the movies, "Based on a true story."
In fact there are a few things in here that are 100% true. Try and guess which ones!
...All right, I'll give you some hints.
Places
Lines
Credit cards
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The line wasn’t moving.
The man stood with his duffel bag at his feet, approximately at parade rest, examining the decorative mural of California for the fourteenth time. The woman, shifting from foot to foot, restlessly checked her phone every few seconds. He was dressed in a t-shirt and quick-dry pants; she was in a long-sleeved blouse, a little tight around the bust line, and shorts. His hair was longer than hers; she was maybe a couple years older than he was.
There were only three or four people ahead of them in line, and there were no fewer than four counters staffed at this rental-car agency—and yet the line wasn’t moving. Three of the counters were occupied by other customers, and had been since the woman had walked in and taken her place behind the man. The fourth counter appeared to be closed, though an employee was busily typing away behind it.
Then the glass doors slid open and a couple walked in, went straight to that fourth counter, and immediately started doing business.
“What, they’re just skipping the line?” the woman muttered.
“Seriously,” the man said. “The line’s the best part. I wouldn’t want them to miss out on the joy of standing in this line…”
She grinned, and shifted her weight. “I know, right?”
“LA seems very focused on lines, have you noticed?” he went on. “Lines for the rides at Disneyland… lines for the boat to Catalina…”
“Oh believe me, I’ve noticed,” she said with a sigh, and shifted again. “I just spent a lot of time in traffic.”
“Where are you coming in from?” he asked.
“I’m from Mississippi,” she said.
“Heading home, then?”
“No, but I need to swap out the car.”
He looked slightly puzzled, so she kept explaining.
“I’m here on business. Well, I was here on business. But my husband’s flying in and we’re going to drive up to see the redwoods.”
“Oh, nice!” the man said, with only the faintest of reactions at the word “husband.”
“And we can’t use the car my company rented, so…” She shifted, then immediately crossed her legs.
“Got it. Where in Mississippi, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“Pascagoula!”
He smiled a little ruefully. “I gotta admit I’ve never been to Mississippi. Where is that?”
“Gulf Coast. Near Biloxi.” She pronounced it correctly, Bih-lux-ee, although she had no other trace of a southern accent. Two more couples came in and got in line behind them.
“Ah, that helps. I teach social studies, so I’ve got a map in my head.”
She smiled. “Oh, okay!” Recrossed her legs. “Where are you from?”
“Well, here, originally, but I’ve lived in Portland, Oregon, for most of my life.” He sighed. “LA is not my favorite town, but that’s where the family is. My grandmother’s ninety-seven, so every time I can visit, I do.”
“Wow!” she said. “That’s impressive!”
“Yup. And still got most of her marbles, too, when she’s healthy. Apparently urinary tract infections can cause serious disorientation. Who knew?”
“I sure didn’t,” she said, wincing.
“Oh, sorry—was that TMI?”
“No, it’s okay. I honestly hadn’t heard that. I just hope I don’t end up with one myself! I, uh, really would like to find a bathroom soon. Sorry, that probably was TMI…”
He shrugged. “Happens to us all—oh, but you said you were just stuck in traffic! That’s the worst!”
“It really was.”
“They’ve got to have a bathroom around here somewhere,” he said, eyes darting about.
“They should, shouldn’t they? I was gonna ask when I got up to the counter, but this line is not moving at all.”
The man’s eyes traced across white letters printed on the plate-glass window. He started to say something, hesitated, then said, “Ah, I see. The sign says restrooms are in the hotel next door.”
“Where?” She glanced around.
“On the window.”
“Oh, wow. I can’t even read that, I’m impressed.”
“Teacher,” he said with a shrug. “I can read upside-down, too. Comes with the territory.”
She re-crossed her legs and bounced for a moment.
“You want to run over there and find the restroom?”
“I don’t want to lose my place in line…”
“I’d save your spot.”
“Thanks, but I’ll be okay. I just need this line to hurry up.”
As if on cue, two of the customers at the counters left, and suddenly the man was second in line, and the woman third.
“Well, look at that,” he said. “Anything else you need? Maybe ask for ten thousand dollars while you’re at it?”
She grinned again. “I wouldn’t want to press my luck.”
“Fair enough.”
Her phone buzzed. “Finally!” she said, read the text, and then sighed in exasperation. “My husband,” she explained. “I told him I’d be swapping the cars and it might take a while and he said that was fine, he’d wait. But now he’s asking ‘Where are you?’, all impatient.”
“Men!” said the man, making it a cuss word.
She genuinely laughed at that, and squeezed her legs together. “It’s just like, ‘Boy, I’m standing over here trying not to pee in my pants so I can get the car and come pick you up.’ And he’s the one complaining.”
The person ahead of the man moved up to the next-finally!-available counter.
“You’re sure you don’t want to run over to the restroom? The way this line moves, you’d probably still be back in time…”
“I just want to get the car, pick up my husband, and get to the hotel.”
“Okay, but you can at least go ahead of me.”
“Oh, thank you!” She stepped past him in line, then squirmed for a moment and ended up leaning on her arm against the nearest wall—and while she was doing so, she read the notice posted there.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered.
“Something wrong?” the man said. “Aside from the obvious…” he added, more quietly.
“I don’t have my credit card. I’ve been using the company credit card for two weeks, and I never even thought…”
“Is it out in your car?” he asked. “In your bags?”
“I know exactly where it is,” she said. “It’s at home. In the freezer. In a block of ice.”
“Ah, that old trick.”
“But I can’t rent a car without it!”
“That is a problem… and you can’t just use the company card? Pay it back later?”
“My boss is real strict about that. I could get fired.”
“Definitely not, then. Hmmmm. Well, does your husband have his card?”
“I sure hope so!” She was genuinely squirming now.
“Well, get him over here, then. And in the meantime you can use the bathroom.”
“Was there a shuttle from the airport?”
“Not that I saw,” he admitted. “In fact, I ended up walking.”
“Next customer!” called one of the rental car people.
The woman looked at her standing-in-line companion with a panicked look on her face.
“Tell you what,” he said, “I’ve got my card, so I can get my car. How about you turn in the car you’ve got, then I drop you off somewhere? The airport, or your hotel?”
“Next customer!” The voice was more insistent this time.
“Could you?”
“No problem. Go turn in your keys.”
She hurried off.
As he waited for the next available agent, he noticed her leaning on the counter, holding her upper body still but squirming like mad from the waist down.
He didn’t have to wait long before the next agent waved him over, and he plunged in to the filling-out, initialing, and signing of forms. As the agent laboriously entered something into the computer, he did a “just casually looking around” sweep of the room, and noticed her standing just outside, texting, almost hopping from foot to foot.
Finally he was given the car fob, was told where to find the actual car, and was instructed to enjoy his visit, and he could stride out to where she was practically dancing on the spot.
“Sure you don’t want to run in to find the restroom?” he said. “It’ll take two seconds.”
“My husband’s meeting me at the hotel, they have an airport shuttle,” she said. “Can we just go there?” Her eyes were desperate, but she sounded determined.
He swung his duffel bag across his front, instead of his back, so that it covered the crotch of his pants. “Suits me fine—I didn’t particularly want to go back to LAX today. Got your bags? All right, then, let’s go.”
It took a moment to find the car. It took another moment to figure out how to pop the trunk and get their bags in. And then, when they got into the car, it was of course an oven, having been sitting all day in the Los Angeles sun. He turned the air conditioning up to full, and took a third moment to adjust the mirrors, figure out where the parking brake was, etc.
As he turned in his seat so he could see where he was going as he backed out, his eyes raked her body: legs double-knotted, hands folded demurely over her knee—but with white knuckles. A hint of hardened nipple under the tight blouse, in the blast of cold air.
Her hotel wasn’t far away at all. A five-minute drive, really. But every red light seemed an eternity.
“I really appreciate you doing this,” she said, during one of these eternities.
“It’s barely out of my way,” he said. He was looking at her: she’d kicked off one of her sandals and was now sitting on her heel. Dancing on her heel, really. She certainly wasn’t sitting still.
“Still, you didn’t have to do this.” Her eyes were fixed on the red light.
“No problem. Happy to help.” He shot another glance at her, higher up this time: Nipples still poking through. Bra strap peeking out from under her shirt, though—so the bra must have been as thin as the shirt. It wasn’t giving a ton of support, either, for her breasts were bouncing slightly as she squirmed.
“Here we are,” he said, turning into her hotel parking lot. He swung the car around into the waiting lane right by the front entrance.
“Now I just hope like hell my husband hurries up and gets here!” she muttered as she got her sandal back on.
Another moment while she figured out the locks. He popped the trunk for her as she she swung her bare legs out and gingerly got out. Having fetched her bag from the trunk, she leaned on the still-open door and bent over to give him a look of equally-blended gratitude and desperation. Her legs were crossed tightly and she was bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. “Thank you again so much,” she said.
“No problem! Enjoy the redwoods!”
“You too!” she said, nonsensically, and closed the door. She strode up to the hotel entrance so fast, the sliding doors didn’t have time to get out of the way.
He pulled forward very slightly, so he could see into the hotel. She was leaning on the front desk, as she had at the rental car company, but by now there was no way of keeping her upper body still. Her butt was practically writhing. The front-desk man pointed to the side of the lobby—but she shook her head and took her room card key. Turning away from the front desk she saw him still waiting. She gave him a big smile and a thumbs-up, then waved goodbye, and dashed for the elevators and out of sight.
He slowly pulled away, turned out into the street… and immediately pulled into the parking lot of the Sizzler around the corner and took out a notepad.
Pascagoula
Nice body
Bra straps, thin blouse
Refused a restroom repeatedly
Waiting for her husband? Holding it deliberately?
He paused for a moment, then flipped to the next page and kept writing.
Lying on the bed, legs crossed and drawn up to her chest, clutching her crotch
Just in bra and panties Just in her shorts, topless shorts but bra still on
Husband texts her that he’s almost there
“Didn’t even get her name,” he sighed, and drove away. |
Peter was about to meet Katie. They had been talking on a dating app, and they had hit it off pretty well. He dressed comfortably, wearing snug jeans with a belt and a sweater. Before heading to lunch with her, he took care of some things around his apartment and had some coffee.
Before long, it was time to head out. He thought about using the restroom before leaving, but he only had a little bit of a need to pee and he had already taken care of other business earlier. No worries. He grabbed his leather jacket, headed out the door, and went to the restaurant.
Peter arrived to see Katie seat outside in the brisk autumn air. She wore a bright red turtleneck and black jeans with tall boots. She sipped on a warm cup of tea and was watching the nearby tree as the wind lightly plucked at its leaves.
“Hi Katie!”
“Peter! Glad we can finally meet!” She stood up and the two shared a hug. They then went inside the restaurant, put their lunch orders in, and sat back outside.
Peter felt a little cold as the wind blew by, feeling himself shiver lightly. Katie said online that she likes this kind of weather though, and he did have to admit that the trees with their hues of red were beautiful. He felt his bladder pulse a little bit, but easily put it out of his mind.
“I simply love this time of year,” Katie said. “This is the time for hot drinks, cuddles, and just being cozy. How about you?”
“I'm a little bit more of a Spring kind of person,” Peter replied, “but Fall might be my second favorite.”
Katie laughed. “I think I can show you why I like it.”
They talked more, and finished their food and drinks. At her suggestion, they went inside and got more tea for her and coffee for him, then walked to the park that was a block away. They walked along the sidewalk chatting, while the leaves above them rustled and occasionally dropped down to be carried by the wind into the small lake to their left. Reds and golds mingled with the browns and greens of mallard ducks that floated alongside the shore.
Peter was telling a story about a dog he grew up with who loved trips to parks like this. Then he stuttered briefly, interrupted by a chill.
“Are you cold?” Katie asked, with a slightly concerned look.
“I'm fine,” Peter replied. Truth be told, his bladder was filling up a bit, and the cold wasn't helping. He was fine with that and didn't want to tell her, but it did sit at the back of his mind.
“Here, I can warm one of your hands for you,” Katie said, taking his right with her left as they walked. Peter grew a massive blush, eliciting a laugh from Katie. “That is so cute,” she told him with a smile, laughing a little more as his blush grew even redder.
They walked and saw a kid play-fighting with a golden retriever under a tree. “Hey,” Peter said, “my dog was a golden retriever!” “I love them,” Katie replied, “they are so sweet, and I don't think I've met a single unfriendly one.”
Eventually they happened upon a small building made of grey bricks. Noting that it was the restrooms, Katie said “I think I'm going to get rid of some of the tea that's been going through me, I'll be right back!”
“Yeah, I probably should go too,” Peter laughed, and they each went to their respective sides of the building.
Peter reached the door to the men's room and set his coffee down on the ground outside. At this point, generally, he would definitely be looking to go. His bladder was a constant presence that often neared the forefront of his thoughts. But after he opened the door, he noticed that the floor was flooded. Perhaps it was from when it rained yesterday, as the men's room did face a small hill, and leaves were stuck in the floor drain. He felt uncomfortable using it, so he just went back around to the front. He sat on a bench and crossed his right left over his left tightly, feeling the ever-increasing ball of urine inside him. A breeze blew by, and as he shivered a little, his abdomen contracted, and he experienced a surge of desperation for a moment before it subsided again.
Katie came out to find him sitting there. “Thanks for waiting!”
“No problem!” he said. He considered telling her about the men's room, but he didn't want to do anything that might disrupt their date. They kept walking and talking about anything and everything, and Peter carefully controlled his walk so as to put minimum strain on his bladder.
“I live close by,” Katie said, “you should come over! I've been having a good time.”
Peter blushed a little. “Of course!” And hand in hand they walked out from the park, into the residential area, down a couple of blocks, and into an apartment.
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She offered him some wine, and they sat and talked. They had both been to Europe as well as done many things in the outdoors here, so they weren't even close to running out of things to say and stories to share. For dinner, they had shrimp linguine and more wine, against Peter's better judgment. He really really wanted to ask about the bathroom, but also didn't want to interrupt this conversation. He felt like the luckiest person in the world to be on this date with her.
They stood up and carried their conversation to the window. Outside it had begun to rain, smearing their view of the evening colors into a work comparable to Leonid Afremov. Peter felt his bladder give way a little bit before he caught himself, pressing his legs together. Katie noticed.
“Peter, do you need to use the bathroom? You can use mine, it's the door behind you and to the right.”
“Thank you,” Peter said, blushing. He went into the bathroom, finally about to have some relief.
He closed the door, and then looked around. The room was very well decorated for a bathroom, with candles around and two pothos plants on the window sill. He opened the toilet, then made the mistake of looking to his right.
There were two mirrors. One faced towards the sink by the door, and the other was on the other side of the sink's corner, facing him. He could turn and see himself using the toilet. No matter, he thought, his anxiety went up slightly and he was a little pee-shy, but he could put in the effort and open up the floodgates for this much-needed pee.
But then he heard Katie singing along to some French song she was playing while putting things away in the kitchen. He first laughed a little to himself, thinking about how much of a flex it is to sing in French while your date is in the other room. But then he thought about how thin the door is, how beautiful the woman on the other side of it is, the fact she'd hear him peeing, and all this while getting a little bit of anxiety for doing the deed in front of a mirror. He cursed silently and whimpered quietly. He loosened his belt buckle one notch, and it still felt tense, albeit not painfully so like a moment ago. He realized that he would not be able to go. Furthermore, he would not be able to pee himself in the shower or something, as he would let a little bit out and then his bladder would clamp back down as soon as the pressure dropped to a slightly more manageable (but still very uncomfortable) level. He sighed, washed his hands, and left the bathroom.
Peter sat down on the couch, and Katie smiled at him as she walked by. As she looked away his eyes widened as he had a sudden realization: he did not flush. There was nothing to flush, but with how thin the door was, not only would she have heard him pee, but she would have heard him flush. He should have flushed. Now she was going to figure things out, and he was going to be embarrassed. He was so concerned that he started to blush again, and when Katie walked back over, she noticed his bright red face.
“Were you able to go?” she asked. Peter didn't reply, he didn't want to lie but he also didn't want to tell her. He froze up, and felt a slight trickle of pee leave his penis and get caught in his underwear before he brought it back under control. He tightened his legs as he did this, and then blushed harder. I must be easier to read than a book right now, he thought. The situation was incredibly embarrassing.
Katie smiled. “Hug me,” she said, and opened her arms. Peter quickly stood up (maybe a little too quickly) and hugged her like he did once earlier, except she pulled him in tighter now. He accidentally let out an “mmph” as she pulled him in. She was warm and her hug was soft, and he felt like he could be there forever, if only he didn't have to go pee. Can she tell that my belly sticks out more than it did earlier? he wondered. She ended the hug with a last tight squeeze, which caused him to tense up and let out another “mmph.”
Katie laughed. “It's cold and rainy outside, and I do like having you over. Would you like to spend the night on my couch?”
“I would love to!” Peter said, before remembering his situation and realizing what he was committing to. He was so taken with Katie that she could get him to briefly forget about the giant warm ball he carried. He was committing to holding it the entire night, when he hadn't peed since around 10 that morning.
“Great!” Katie smiled, “I'll grab you some pillows and blankets. There's a spare toothbrush and toothpaste in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.” Peter slumped back onto the couch that would shortly become his bed, asking himself what he had done.
Once he brushed his teeth, he sat back down. “Lay down, I like tucking people in,” Katie giggled.
Peter gingerly laid down as she placed the recently fluffed pillows under his head she pulled a quilt over him, then tucked it in on either side. As she leaned over him, she placed her hand on his belly, and he felt his bladder practically screaming in panic. He pulled his legs in and his hands shot to his crotch. He blushed with embarrassment, but he was also turned on by the fact that it was Katie subjecting him to this. She stepped away, then came back and set a bottle of water down next to the couch.
“Thanks for letting me tuck you in,” Katie laughed. “I'll see you in the morning!”
She turned out the light and left for her bedroom. Peter was frozen in this position of clasping himself. He didn't know what to do. Should he sneak to the bathroom and try again? Out of the question, he thought. She would definitely hear him even if he could get it to start, and the light from the bathroom peeks underneath the door to her bedroom. Slowly, carefully, he turned and braced himself with a pillow, and practically crushed his right hand between his thighs. He quietly whined to himself while listening to the pitter-patter of the rain on the window, but it did help make him sleepy. Slowly, desperately, he drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep. |
Part 2! Sorry it took me a few days to come back to it.
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Peter opened his eyes as the unshaded window on the other side of the room began to show the morning sun's rays. He slowly blinked, remembering where he went to sleep.
He felt warm and cozy, and still a little tired. He didn't sleep as well as he would've liked. A moment later he moved slightly and remembered why. He let out a quiet whimper as he took notice of just how full his bladder was. Moving was a struggle, and when he felt down the front of his jeans, he noted that he had leaked ever so slightly last night. It was not enough to worry about it being noticed, but it did speak to just how desperate he was. His belt felt tight again, and loosening it another notch, he realized he had another problem: to go any looser, he would have to unbutton the top of his pants too, and he just did not want to do that. He turned, moaning a little as his jeans compressed his bladder, torturing his poor body that had now been holding for about nineteen hours. He gingerly stood up, grabbed a hold of himself, and walked towards the window.
Outside, the birds were singing in the garden. Evidently it had rained through the night, as leaves now dripped a slow rain that caught these first rays of the rising sun. As if becoming one with nature, Peter felt a single droplet escape himself before he reasserted control. The more he clamped down on himself, the greater the pressure, and the harder it was to hold without clamping down on himself, in a sort of circle of desperation.
I've gotta use the bathroom, he thought. This is too much. I don't remember the last time I've held this long. He did not want to embarrass himself by losing control in front of Katie, and since she was still asleep, maybe now he could use the bathroom. He started slowly walking that way.
"Good morning!" he heard Katie say as she opened the door to her room. Peter felt a small spurt escape him. "Good morning to you too!" he said. Katie walked forward, arms outstretched for a hug. Peter took her in his arms, happy to be waking up in her home, then coming back to his brief break from reality as she squeezed his midsection. He let out an "mmph" as he felt his bladder try to escape from its confines, pressing up against the rest of the inside of his body in a desperate bid for space.
"It's a beautiful Sunday morning!" she said, looking towards the window while they shared their embrace. "Breakfast?"
"Sure!" he replied.
Katie moved her right hand to sit on his left hip. With her thumb, she reached towards his belly, then pressed down and massaged him in a rotating pattern. Peter let out a soft, pained moan, and his face turned bright red as another small spurt escaped. Katie leaned back out of the hug, smiling into his eyes.
"I guess I should probably let you use the restroom," she said with a slight hint of guilt in her voice. Peter nodded and thanked her, then went to go relieve himself. At least, so he hoped.
He entered the restroom, stood in front of the toilet, and tried to pee. Nothing. In addition to the mirror and Katie not being far, he now felt so tense and locked up that he certainly couldn't let go. Next he tried sitting down. Still nothing. I have to pee, he told himself, and he put as much concentration into it as he could.
Finally, something came. One spurt. Then another spurt. Then a trickle. Then... nothing. That was it. He had released enough pressure that his body felt like it could somewhat reliably hold it again. He let out a groan, then laughed quietly at how ridiculous this was. Why can I not pee? This is not normal for me. I usually can pee normally in other people's homes. What is going on? Frustrated, he flushed what did come out and then brushed his teeth. Hearing the toilet flush was torture, but there was nothing he could do.
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Peter joined Katie at her table. It was next to another window that faced the garden, and houseplants adorned her whole dining space. As the sunlight flowed through the window, over the plants and into the glasses and silverware on the table, Peter felt like he had stepped into a fairy tale to eat breakfast. He thanked Katie, then took a sip of coffee, feeling his midsection spasm in anticipation of more to come.
Katie reached over to pour herself some orange juice as Peter took a bite of sausage. The glass she poured into had a vase-like shape, and the sound the juice made as it was poured struck Peter with a particular intensity. He grimaced, feeling his bladder screaming at him. The taut skin over his belly was a little itchy, and the sausage he had just eaten felt like it had given his stomach new ammunition in its battle with his bladder for space. It seemed like eating and drinking just made him expand. He tapped his foot for a moment, then realized it was audible and quickly stopped.
He looked up and saw Katie looking at him with a slightly worried look. "Are you okay?" she asked. "I'm fine," Peter replied, but after his next drink of coffee he felt his bladder pulse and quickly slammed his legs together.
"Peter, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with my bathroom? I don't want you getting hurt." Peter shook his head, and she noted his forehead glistened with sweat from his effort.
Katie moved her chair next to him. "May I?" she asked, reaching towards his side with her open hand. "I want to see how bad it is." Peter nodded. She reached for his belly and pressed lightly. His lower abdomen was as hard as a rock, and Peter let out a moan as he jerked forward to grab himself.
Katie sat back in her chair, the warmth in her eyes fading a little bit. "I had a little too much fun last night, Peter. It's okay to be pee-shy, and I should have tried to help you rather than enjoy it." Peter looked back up at her, trying to piece together what she just told him. She brought back a small smile, but her eyes were also turning a little watery. "Is there anything I can do for you right now? Would you like me to drive you home so you can take care of yourself? I'm so sorry about all this. I hurt you, and I shouldn't have."
Peter worried that she was going to cry soon. He carefully moved his chair towards her and leaned over to hug her. His upper body was focused on Katie, while his legs bounced and twisted, betraying just how desperate he was.
"It's okay," Peter whispered in her ear. He shivered in his need, but then continued: "I know some people like watching someone who is desperate, and I'm actually a little flattered that I m-made you feel this way."
Katie held him with her right hand to his head and her left hand to his back, her eyes closed and her face still expressing shame. She grew a little bit of a smile back as she held him though, his shivers and struggles playing with her thoughts.
"If y-you would like," Peter continued, "I can hold it longer. I don't mind. I like d-doing this for you."
Katie began to open her mouth to tell him he should relieve himself rather than think about her, but in that moment, Peter let out a whimper and twisted in her arms. She held him tight, and Peter whimpered again as he clung to her. He buried his head in her shoulder, taking short heavy breaths and trembling all over. Katie wanted to say no and be kind to him, but she also wanted to say yes and have this unique experience with a cute boy desperate to go.
She pulled back a little and looked him in his eyes. "Are you sure about this?" she asked.
"Of c-course," Peter replied. He gasped and instinctively pulled her in again as his body contracted.
Katie smiled. "Well," she said, "I guess we should figure out how to spend our Sunday!"
Peter smiled, holding her close, before quickly letting out a breath and squeezing her. His senses were on fire. He wasn't sure how he was going to do this, but he had never knowingly had this effect on someone before, and he wanted to make Katie's day unforgettable, however painful it may get. Another pulse made him shiver, and Katie kissed his cheek as he trembled. |
Part 3
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Katie cleared the table and took care of the dishes, as there was no way Peter was in any condition to help. She smiled to herself as she thought about the desperate boy in her home. What to do? She had fantasized about this sort of thing before, but now that it was really happening, she couldn't make up her mind.
Peter looked up and smiled at her upon her return, though with a grimace. He was focused on holding himself. It was painful, but he thought to himself about what Katie said earlier, and he wanted to be the one to do this for her.
"Stand up," Katie said. Peter took a moment to gather himself, then slowly stood up. He was so filled that he expected this would make it worse, but he held and eventually stood up straight. He even managed to bring his hands to his sides.
Katie's eyes grew wide. Peter's clothes were definitely tight around his midsection. He looked like he was early along in a pregnancy. She looked into his face to see a blush and a smile, as Peter thought about how this made her feel.
Katie stepped forward and hugged Peter, who held her in return. He quivered in both need and anticipation. Katie stepped back out of the hug, then took both his hands and led him to the living room.
"Lay down on your back." Peter gingerly followed the order. Katie looked at where his dark sweater protruded, then laid down perpendicular to him. She lay on her left side, facing Peter's chest and head, with her own head resting on Peter's bladder. As she listened, she heard a slight gurgle as everything in Peter's midsection frantically tried to adjust to what was going on. Peter let out a whimper, shifting his legs and moving his hands towards his crotch. He ended up resting his hands in Katie's hair.
"Let's stay like this a while," Katie said with a smile. With her right hand, she felt along Peter's upper belly, occasionally pressing down a little through his sweater to find how far up his bladder had grown. The answer was evident, as Peter squirmed as she did so. She moved her head around a bit on her pee pillow, then pulled herself in a bit. "Do not move," she ordered, then she closed her eyes for a cat nap.
Her wakeup call came about twenty minutes later as Peter let out a moan. "Sorry," he said, noticing she had woken back up. Katie just smiled and patted his midsection, each tap an electrifying pulse through his bladder. A tear welled up in Peter's eye, but he was committed. He would do this for her until he lost all control.
Scooting back a little, Katie placed her head on his crotch. Peter's penis pushed against her head. Katie closed her eyes and breathed in, then opened her eyes and relaxed. She placed her right hand where her head had been before, and she pushed.
At first, Peter could handle it. But then she pressed harder. And harder. "Aaahhhh!!" He felt his midsection spasm and an involuntary spurt of liquid head to his penis. It was painful, but his body was still locked up, especially being this turned on. Katie suddenly pressed harder, eliciting a loud whimper from Peter, as well as a spurt of urine to the side of her head.
With a smile, Katie felt to inspect the damage she had done. It was a sizable burst of urine, not enough to really break through his well-fitted blue jeans, but enough for her to feel. She giggled as she pressed her head into his crotch, moving it around and getting a little bit of pee into her hair. Peter felt like he was going to explode in another way now. But then Katie stopped, stood up, and offered her hand. "Lets go visit my garden," she said with a grin, and she giggled at Peter's awkwardness in his effort to stand up. She went to the kitchen to fill up a watering pot, then looked back towards Peter as he squirmed and groaned, barely keeping himself together.
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Hand in hand, they stepped out into the cold morning. Peter sharply inhaled, so they paused and Katie whispered in his ear as he struggled to retain control.
"I was wondering if after I water my plants, we could go out and do something." "Uh..." Peter tried to get the words out before another spurt arrived in his jeans. His free left hand shot down to his crotch, which was now wetter than before. Peter then continued as Katie took him to the first plant, "I don't know if b-being in public like this is a g-good idea."
He nearly doubled over as Katie watered. He looked up and saw the sun's rays reflecting in the water being poured, and shuddered with a whimper. Inside him, he was as solid as bone up past his navel now as his bladder struggled to find more space to fill. He wasn't sure how he was still holding, this was far and away the most desperate he had been in his adult life. "Don't worry," Katie replied as she watered her next plant, "I'm sure it will be alright. I'm thinking of getting us drinks at Starbucks and then checking out a different park. How does a large coffee sound?" She looked over at him and saw a little fear in his frantically desperate eyes. She giggled, finished the watering, and brought him inside so she could get ready.
Peter leaned carefully against the wall, in pain but also in love, and he wanted to last through this trip, improbable as that outcome might be. When he stood up straight, his bulge blocked his view of his crotch, and he felt his side cramp a little. His waist band forced a dent in the bulge, and he was debating again whether or not to unbutton the top button.
He felt a slight warm and burning sensation return to the bottom of his penis. No, he will have to unbutton the top button, wanting to last as long as possible for Katie. His midsection instantly expanded to fill the extra space, and he was granted the slightest hint of relief as Katie left her bedroom.
"Lets go!" She said as she took Peter's arm. Together they stepped out the door, Peter blinded with desperation and Katie excited with anticipation. |
Part 4
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Peter strained his body to keep all his pee inside. He wanted to keep holding for Katie, and in particular, he did not want to wet the seat of her car. Outside the window, trees in hues of red and gold lined the street, and a pair of clouds flirted with the sun. He looked over at Katie and saw her smiling, her eyes on the road but her left hand feeling the part of her head she had rubbed into Peter's damp crotch earlier. Peter was being driven insane, knowing the effect his desperation was having on her as well as the fact that she still had some of his pee in her hair.
When he had first contacted her, he had no idea how well their dates would go. This was something he had never experienced before, and suffering for her pleasure made his feelings for her even stronger. He could tell how much she loved this, and that made all his pain and desperation worth it.
Soon, they reached the Starbucks. Katie brought them to the drive-through, giving Peter a longer break in exchange for what this coffee was going to do to him.
As she ordered, Peter looked out his window. A few more clouds had come out, and the sky was a mix of grey and blue. A pair of robbins chased each other across the parking lot before disappearing into the nearby trees. As he stared out the window, he felt Katie place her hand on his, her warmth encouraging him as he tried to maintain focus on keeping all his pee inside.
They collected their drinks at the window, then pulled over before leaving so Katie could double check the route to the park on her phone. Peter shivered, but then decided to go for it: he took his coffee from the cupholder and drank some. Against his body's protests, he swallowed and felt the warmth join his midsection. As he squirmed, he looked over and saw he had Katie's attention, her eyes distracted from her phone.
Filled with a newfound confidence, he decided to drink a few more gulps. "Mmmm!" Drinking and whimpering at the same time was kind of funny. Katie giggled and leaned over to kiss him. Why are her lips shaking? he wondered. Oh, wait, that's me. He blushed, and Katie smiled as she returned to driving.
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They arrived at the park. Peter watched as Katie stepped out of the car, noting she was wearing basically the same thing she wore yesterday. He wondered for a moment before remembering that he said in his profile that he really liked red and found tall boots cute. In fact, today she wore knee-high boots, slightly taller than yesterday's.
Katie opened his door and helped him out of her car. He definitely could use the help, and turning while shifting his weight made him let out a soft moan. He averted his eyes for a moment, a little embarrassed. No one was nearby, but this was still quite a public space for him to be this desperate. Katie hugged him and rubbed his back.
"Are you sure you are still okay with this?" she asked.
Peter squeezed her tighter, causing his own whimper as the pressure on his bladder increased. "I r-really want to do this f-for you," he said with a struggle. Katie melted in his arms, and he could swear he felt her cheek become warmer against his.
"Come on then!" she led him by the hand. "Before we go any further, there's something I have to take care of." Peter looked up ahead and saw a restroom building. Oh no.
Katie led him to right outside the door to the women's room, then handed him her drink. "Don't move," she told him. Peter nodded nervously. Katie giggled and stepped into the restroom, leaving the door propped open behind her.
Peter stood there, knowing what was about to happen. He heard her prepare herself in a stall, and then it started. He heard her release a full stream of urine.
"Ohhhh" Peter moaned before trying to force himself to keep quiet. He whimpered and leaned against the building as he held their drinks. Tears filled his eyes. His bladder spasmed, begging to go. A spurt escaped him, dampening his crotch again. The pressure he felt in his midsection was unbelievable. He heard Katie let out a relieved exhale and he shook all over. He heard the sink a few moments later, but at this point, the running water was no more torturous than anything else he had heard from her bathroom visit.
Katie stepped out, smiling but looking a little concerned, as she noticed the tears leaving Peter's eyes. He returned an encouraging smile and handed her back her tea. She was about to ask if he was okay, but he didn't want her to worry about that. He would hold until his body gave out.
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That moment may come sooner than expected. They were walking hand in hand, but as Peter took another drink of his coffee, he froze. Katie stopped and looked back at him, seeing him clamping down with his legs as he tried to hold back the incredible amount of urine that forced his bladder to protrude.
Peter looked up with a new set of tears in his eyes. "I can't. I want to keep holding for you, but I can't. It's going to come out now."
Katie thought quickly, then led him slowly behind a pair of trees with shrubs that obscured the view between them. She then looked into his eyes.
"Pee into my boots."
Peter stared at her blankly, wondering if he was so desperate he couldn't understand speech anymore.
"Peter," Katie said, holding their gaze together. "My boots go up to my knees and they're waterproof. We're outside, no one will know. Let a little bit out into my boots so you can keep holding."
"I can't ask you t-"
"This is for me."
Peter finally understood. He handed her his drink and lowered himself carefully onto the large root that protruded from one of the trees. Katie moved her left leg between his legs as he unzipped.
He was hard, but not as hard as he could be, since he was in such pain and distress. He looked at a small gap between Katie's black jeans and boot, then he went for it.
He gingerly inserted the tip of his penis between the two. A moment later, it started. He peed for a little bit, his face a smile of pure bliss.
"Peter," Katie said.
Peter stopped his stream with a loud groan. That hurt. There was another boot though of course, which Katie next offered. He let out a roughly similar amount into that boot, then grit his teeth as he stopped the stream again. He then carefully stood up.
Katie giggled and bounced foot to foot, making squishing sounds in her boots. "It's so warm!" She bent over, placed their drinks on the ground, stood back up, and then wrapped her arms around Peter's neck, giving him a passionate kiss. Peter returned it and wrapped his arms around her body, crushing her into his midsection for a whimper as they kissed. The breeze was starting to make things a little chillier, but Katie felt warmer than ever, and her breath smelled of tea and morning air. The two held each other like that for a while, and Katie giggled a little as she bounced a little between her feet again, making squishing sounds. |
Part 5
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Peter and Katie each carried a paper bag, having grabbed drinks and sandwiches from an outdoor deli just outside the park. They walked hand in hand under an increasingly overcast sky. This park bordered a river, and they began walking down a trail that bordered it.
Peter shuddered, his desperation quickly increasing again. The pee that Katie now carried in her boots was soon replaced, and Peter was becoming exhausted. Every once in a while a runner or dog owner would walk past them and Peter would do his best to hide his situation, but his body was starting to give. Eventually, he wouldn't be able to hide his desperation at all.
"Are you doing okay, Peter?" Katie asked. She had been walking normally and comfortably despite the squish squish of Peter's pee in her boots, but she had gradually been forced to slow down to stay with him.
Peter nodded. "I-I don't know if I can h-hold out much longer, but I w-want to for you." He shuddered, feeling a small portion of pee escape him with hardly any resistance. He paused to clamp down on himself.
"How about we go back to my apartment?" Katie asked. "Also, I can help you with a little more of your pee to help you last for the trip back."
Peter looked into her eyes and became lost for a moment. The longer he was with her, the more it felt like he really could see her thoughts in her eyes. They were filled with love and care - an overwhelming desire to help him up front, with a desire for more from him hiding just behind it. She was willing to call things off any time for him, but her dream was for more, and Peter wanted to try. Even now, at the end of his strength, there was more he could offer her, and he wanted to give her all of it.
Peter winced as a pulse traveled through him, then brought himself back under control. "W-what did you have in mind?"
Katie smiled. "I am a bit thirsty."
Peter's eyes grew wide. A bit of strength came back to him, though it all seemed dedicated to arousal. He opened his mouth to ask if she was sure, but he quickly closed it again. He saw the eagerness in her face. She was sure.
Peter gripped himself, shifting foot to foot. "Y-you don't have t-to take too much," he said as his body warned him of its limits. "J-just enough so w-we can eat and go back h-home. I want to keep h-holding for you."
Katie led him behind a boulder by the river, and they set their lunches on some branches nearby. To properly hide, they had to step in the water a little bit. Peter shuddered and groaned as the cold water flooded his shoes, almost losing concentration on the warm fluid he carried. Katie's boots continued to keep the river out and the pee in.
She knelt on a bit of rock that jutted out from the boulder. Her knees were wet now, but she kept her lower legs and feet free of river water, her lower black jeans and socks still soaked in Peter's urine. She took hold of Peter's damp zipper and opened him up, shifting his long johns out of the way and releasing his penis.
He was incredibly turned on, but also nervous. She didn't look much when he filled her boots, but now his penis stretched right in front of her face. He was far more comfortable with Katie than he would have been yesterday, but he was still a bit shy.
Katie cupped the head of his penis with her left hand, his pre-cum and a little bit of his urine pooling in her palm. As she moved her hand around, it coated her red painted fingernails, and a little bit of it soaked into her sweater sleeve. Peter breathed heavily, he was going to have to release this tension somehow.
Katie smiled up at him. "I know. I'm ready." She kissed his penis on the tip, his pre-cum brightening her lip gloss. She then guided him into her warm mouth.
Peter was done for. He sharply inhaled and stifled a moan, then let loose. Some of his pee joined in, giving him a rather painful sensation in his penis, which she seemed to comfort with her mouth's embrace. He quickly filled her mouth with cum and urine, which she worked to swallow as quickly as possible.
He tried to stop his release, but it took him a moment. "Ahhh!!" he cried as tears welled up in his eyes. Another burst of urine filled Katie's mouth, then with a herculean effort, he brought himself under control.
Katie let his penis slip from her mouth. Peter staggered in the river, dropping to his knees and feeling the water surge up his thighs. His face contorted and he grabbed hold of himself to keep from losing control again as the cold water filled his jeans. Sweating and panting, he dedicated all his strength. He thought about Katie, how much she meant to him, and what his desperation was doing for her. No, he told himself, I will not let this end now. I will keep holding for her. Another spurt of urine escaped him, he cried out again, and then finally clamped down. He knelt in the river, a tear dripping from his face, but his bladder once again closed.
It was only a minute, but Peter felt like he knelt there for hours. He felt Katie's hand on his cheek, and he looked up a little to see the river rushing around her boots. He looked up further to see her looking at him with worry.
"You are in pain, Peter. You don't have to do this any more. My silly wishes aren't worth what it looks like you're going through. Let it go now, you can be free."
His bladder released slightly in agreement with her, but he stopped it. "No," he said.
"Peter, I'm not going to enjoy it as much if I think you're about to really hurt yourself."
"I-I can do it. When I lose c-control, I want it done f-for you." Peter whined, then clamped down again. He dropped one hand into the river to hold himself up, then looked up into Katie's eyes. His eyes were tearful but defiant: there was still a little bit more he could give.
Katie helped him to his feet. She picked up both their lunches with one hand and wrapped her other arm around him. Peter leaned on her a little to help him move, his free hand resting under the massive bulge he had grown in his midsection. As they came out from behind the boulder, a group of people walking by stared at this couple that had obviously gone partway into the river, but neither Peter nor Katie really cared. Now they were just heading back to Katie's car.
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They sat in the car, and Katie ate some of her food. Peter ate a few bites of deli sandwich and took one drink of water, which seemed to bring him a little comfort despite his bladder. Being free to sit and hold himself, he fared a bit better than he did on the trail by a noisy river.
Katie leaned over towards him, cupping his cheek and kissing him.
"It's okay if you have to pee in my car," she whispered in his ear. "I can clean it, please don't worry about that."
"Okay," Peter said. He almost told her he would be fine, but he felt like he couldn't quite promise no accidents on the ride back.
Still, Peter smiled. He was a little more relaxed, and losing the pee that Katie now carried inside her meant he had an easier time holding. Seeing his changed demeanor, Katie smiled, still a little concerned but not so concerned that she couldn't enjoy this. They headed back, Katie driving carefully to avoid bumps and Peter whimpering as he held himself and stared out the window. |
Part 6 (final chapter)
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Peter strained to hold on as Katie parked outside her apartment. She stepped out of her car with a squish-squish from her boots, then she walked around to Peter's side.
She opened the door and took his hand, smiling at him from the light rain outside the car. With his right hand, Peter accepted the help. With his left, he held himself and felt his ballooning midsection. He was tired, very tired, but he wasn't done. Not yet. He wanted to offer Katie a little bit more. She brought him inside, her boots squishing all the way, then set their things down.
Peter took a couple steps into the apartment, gasped, and froze. A small trickle had started for him, but he couldn't stop it this time. He was spent. He had no more to give. He looked up to see Katie staring at him, recognizing what was going to happen.
"Katie, I . . ."
Katie pulled him into the bathroom and stood in the tub with him. He whimpered, trying to stop the current but unable to, and recognizing that he was a dam about to burst.
"Stand like that," Katie told him. She lay down, her feet between his legs, and the rest of her extended out lying on her back. She looked up at Peter, and as he looked down, he was taken aback by the intensity of the love and desire in her face. She kicked the tub drain handle to the closed position, then rubbed his leg a little with her boot.
"I have one more favor to ask of you, Peter. It's time to give me a rinse."
Thirty hours. That's how long it had been since Peter last completely voided his bladder. All his need, all his desperation, everything he did for Katie, all was finally about to end here. Even if he were still pee-shy with her, it would've scarcely been enough to prevent him from going now, but he had also grown close to Katie over the last day from their experience together. As he pulled out his dripping penis, he looked down at Katie, who looked sweetly back up at him.
"All of me, Peter. And use everything."
Peter nodded. He pointed himself at her face, then slowly exhaled. It's time to let go now, he told himself.
Katie closed her eyes, and a moment later, it started. Peter's urine struck her forehead, running down her scalp and sweeping her hair back. He lowered his aim, his pee briefly running across Katie's closed eyes and streaming around her ears, then aimed at her mouth. She opened, taking some in, and swallowed it as Peter moved on.
As he progressed further down Katie's body, her sweater's turtleneck turned a dark red, and she smiled at the warmth that was beginning to surround her. Peter's stream picked up intensity, and urine splattered everywhere as he noisily sprayed Katie's chest, darkening much of the rest of her sweater.
Peter felt his body's grip on his bladder improve as it shrunk in size. Katie now lay in a shallow pool of urine, and she had begun adding to it with her own. Peter sighed, then continued to aim further down.
He sprayed down Katie's arms, then her belly, where her hands rested. He lowered his aim to her pelvis, and Katie shuddered as he washed over her. He soaked her thighs, then briefly peed over her boots.
Peter was not quite done. He aimed back up, and Katie closed her half-opened eyes again. Bearing down, Peter unleashed a waterfall on Katie's face. She grimaced and snorted when a little got in her nose, but she licked her lips and smiled, and Peter used that opportunity to aim a little more into her mouth. He then aimed once again at her chest and midsection, spraying circles with everything that remained in his bladder.
Peter breathed as if he had forgotten to while peeing. He was light-headed and dizzy, cherishing the weightlessness in his belly but starting to have trouble staying upright. His midsection gurgled in protest at what he had done to it, his body settling back out and his stomach requesting food that wouldn't fit before. He started to drop to one knee, making sure his right knee missed Katie to her left. He then dropped his left knee, straddling her legs.
Katie opened her eyes, tears and urine dripping from her eyelashes and corners of her eyes. Peter stared, worried that his urine had hurt her eyes. Katie blinked several times, then reached up with her right hand to a bottle of eye rinse on the edge of the tub.
Peter laughed. "You were ready for this," he said.
Katie smiled, small rivulets of pee still making their way down her face. She raised her dripping arms in a request for Peter's embrace, and he obliged.
Peter dropped onto her, the urine pooled on her wetting his clothes as well. The two shared an intense, passionate kiss, as Katie felt Peter's face and Peter stroked her hair, which soaked even more thoroughly in the pool of urine in which she lay. This hadn't been his thing before, but Peter was immensely turned on by the fact that she was bathing in his urine, and that the smell and taste from her mouth were his. He sharply inhaled as Katie reached and touched his crotch, and she giggled.
Katie grabbed his penis and placed it between her thighs, her black soaked denim cradling it with Peter's own warmth. She wiggled her legs, and Peter gasped, moving his pelvis to help the process. Shortly, Peter squirted a thick stickiness between Katie's thighs, which she rubbed together to spread.
Peter hesitated, then placed his right hand on top of Katie's pelvis. He pushed himself up a little onto his left arm to look into Katie's face in a silent request for permission. She smiled brightly, then reached down with her left hand and pressed his hand into position.
Peter unzipped her and pushed her panties to the side, noting the texture of the different wetness he found there. He blushed, thinking about how Katie must have felt leading up to this point. He looked into her face, her smiling cheeks red and her eyes filled with affection.
Peter dropped back down to her lips for a kiss, and simultaneously ran his fingers across her outer labia. Now it was Katie who inhaled sharply, quickly wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight. Peter lightly swirled his fingers around, her skin increasingly warm to the touch. Having an idea, he scooped some of the urine from the tub with his hand and dribbled it over her vagina, then rubbed it around and settled his fingers near the front side.
Katie breathed heavily, her eyes glazed over. Pressing his face against hers, it felt to Peter like she was having a fever. Her breaths became labored but shallow.
The rest of the world drowned out to them both. Peter was as a guest to Katie's heart, and though he didn't quite feel like he belonged, he was nonetheless welcomed with love and open arms.
Katie shuddered and tensed as Peter continued. She writhed underneath him. Then she tensed and gasped, breathing even more heavily near Peter's ear as he kissed her neck. After what seemed like an eternity, it was over, and Peter withdrew his hand.
Still shaking, Katie whispered in his ear: "Grab the towels." Peter plucked a pair of folded bath towels from the floor just outside the tub. Katie positioned them like pillows against the end of the tub.
Peter lay on his right side, Katie lay on her left. As the two faced each other, Peter gazed into Katie's glowing face, her urine-soaked hair still swept back, her urine-soaked clothes hugging her tightly, and the thin puddle of pee in the tub lapping at her left arm and open hand that lay between them.
She pulled Peter in close. "Lets stay like this a while," she said. The two held each other closely, and they drifted off to sleep in each others' warmth.
Epilogue
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When they woke up again, Katie turned the showerhead on, and the two rinsed and lathed each other, this time with soap and water. Katie ran the laundry so that Peter would be able to head to work on Monday morning. They had a little more fun together while their clothes washed.
Eventually, early the next morning, it came time for Peter to leave and walk back to his car. He pulled Katie in close for a hug and a kiss before leaving.
Peter smiled into her eyes and said, "Am I guessing right that you'll want to meet up again?"
Katie laughed. "Of course! I wanted a coffee date, and what I got was the time of my life." The two shared another kiss, then Katie waved as Peter set off, both of them already thinking about the next weekend.
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Thanks for reading! Never wrote this sort of fiction before, hope it turned out well. Slightly nervous about how my description of non-penetrative sex turned out as my most recent partner and I are still working through childhood trauma that keeps me from experiencing that personally myself, but I wanted to give it a shot and I hope you enjoyed this story 😝
Edited July 9, 2022 by Weather
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I'd like to share some stories that I've been through.
And I have to say as a freshman whose mother tongue is not English I'm really not good at English, so I will try my best to reduce mistakes in grammar. Also, it may be because of the cultural differences between countries. Some of the details I have told you will be very unexpected and incomprehensible.
Please don't pay too much attention to the views and descriptions, just enjoy it as a fictional story.
But the whole story is based on reality to a certain extent.
I will update as the case may be. I hope that you will enjoy it.
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After three years of hard work, I entered a famous university in our country with good results. And study game design there.
The reason why I mentioned our school is that it has some particularity.
Because our school is famous for the majors that are suitable for girls under our stereotype, such as art, communication media, performance, hosting, drama, etc.
Because our school is famous for the majors that are suitable for girls under our stereotype, such as art, communication media, performance, hosting, drama, etc. So the ratio of boys to girls reached 7:3. There are only a few math, science and engineering majors in our school that are considered suitable for boys.
Our school is also famous for its comprehensive service to students. For example, long ago, a girl reported that there were more girls in the school, but the ratio of male and female toilets was 1:1. Soon the school noticed this message and transformed the school toilet: some boys' toilets were transformed into girls' toilets. The original layout of the teaching building is that there are two toilets on the East and west sides, one male and one female. After reconstruction, one of the West or east side is two girls' toilets, and the other side is a men's toilet and a women's toilet.
The proportion of toilets for men and women is nearly 1:3. Comparing the ratio of men to women of 3:7, it can be found that the per capita proportion of boys is relatively lower than that of girls. Of course, the actual situation is much more complicated than the "digital game" I share now. As a girl, I don't care or deliberately think that I don't have enough "toilet rights", but when I urgently need to solve my personal physiological needs, I once found the benefits of being a girl.
It was a Saturday morning. My boyfriend (one of my friends who is a boy) and I agreed to study together in the classroom of the teaching building. But he didn't come to the appointment after I had studied for two hours. It was not until I sent him a message to wake him up that he arrived panting in 10 minutes.
His wheezing and the sound of placing objects broke the silence of the study room. He blushed embarrassedly, trying to reduce the noise caused by his sudden intrusion, and whispered his excuse to me. Although he said that he had forgotten which classroom we agreed to be in and was late, I still clearly saw his dark circles under his eyes and his messy hair and clothes - he should have stayed up late last night and just woke up when I called him. Then he put on his clothes with his belongings and rushed here from the boys' apartment.
“I'm really sorry.”
“It's OK, after all, your apartment is still far from here. It is always a difficult problem for college students to get up early on weekends.”
Really, the boys' apartment is far away from the school. There is a road and a subway between the two. There are not many people in the whole classroom, and there are fewer boys. To be exact, there are only oneortwo.
There are not many people in the whole classroom, and there are fewer boys. To be exact, there are only oneortwo. Maybe our stereotype that "girls are more down-to-earth and diligent than boys" is right. Maybe it's just that this classroom is an “accident”.
The tea cup on the table was steaming, and the whole classroom only had the sound of ballpoint pens sliding, books turning pages and tapping the computer keyboard.
Soon, the boy sitting next to me had a new problem. He crossed his legs as if shaking them anxiously. He kept looking out of the door absently. I don't care about his behavior, but he really bothers me.
"If you don't mind, please don't shake your legs."
Although he will stop temporarily, it seems that he still has a big problem to be solved.
With the empty coffee bottle, I can imagine what he has experienced since last night: in order to celebrate the weekend, he and his roommates spent almost a night with beer and games. Play hero league together, then drink a few cans of beer and go to sleep at some time in the morning.
At more than 10 o'clock, he was awakened by the annoying sound of his mobile phone. When he saw my message, he realized, "Oh, shit. I screwed up." Only then did he realize how irresponsible his behavior was last night, as he was preparing to go out with a girl.
Ignoring going to the bathroom and dealing with his hangover, he put on his clothes and rushed to the classroom. The coffee that served as breakfast and kept him awake obviously made his bladder worse.
The solution to all this is actually very simple. He just needs to say, "Oh, I can't hold it anymore. I have to go to the bathroom." But it is almost impossible for us to talk about peeing in front of the opposite sex. Especially when you are almost the only male here and you are surrounded by a person you know very well.
He was wearing black sweatpants at the bottom. His legs were pinched tighter and tighter, but to no avail. Under the condition that he would not be seen under the table, he covered his left hand in his crotch from time to time, because this behavior is almost a sexual perversion in the eyes of the opposite sex. Of course, I saw the dramatic display of his left hand and legs. Just like the cartoon pictures of holding urine on the Internet, the hand seems to be grasping the penis through the middle of the two legs. This shape is very obvious on the sports pants.
But the reality is never as simple as the description on the Internet. It seems that because of the different physiological deconstruction between men and women, it seems useless to grasp the "water pipe" in his lower body. It may be that all he can do is grasp the "water pipe" itself and cannot plug or press the "water pipe orifice". For example, when I am almost unable to hold my urine, I will subconsciously press my hands on my vagina to relieve the pain of holding my urine and prevent myself from leaking. But boys... They may be able to cover their lower bodies, but they may not have the same effect. Especially when he holds his urine to the extreme, he will have an erection. Although this can prevent them from urinating, it makes it more difficult to hold their urine. (What I said is only my own subjective understanding of the male urination system. Of course, it is not accurate.)
Ah, that's disgusting. Just like why he was ashamed to express his needs, under our conservative stereotype, every girl would be disgusted with this behavior, and every boy would be ashamed to show his side in front of many girls. (except for very private moments)
“The moment of excretion is the most vulnerable moment of a creature.”
What I have described above only happened in 30 minutes. As a boy, he is naturally more suitable to express his needs directly than a girl who needs to maintain his dignified image. (stereotype)
A small piece of his pants became darker because of urine leakage. It seemed that he had made a wrong decision: wet the front of his crotch with his "water pipe" facing up rather than down. In this way, he was simply telling everyone directly that I wet my pants.
"I... I'll go to the toilet." He did realize that the problem was big enough. Quickly open the door and walk out of the classroom. Of course, he won't cover his crotch with his hand as he walks. It's like declaring "I'm a pervert and I'm about to leak.". What I have seen in animation will never happen to me.
I settled down to study. It was not long before I realized that he had been out for nearly 30 minutes. Didn't he just pee?
I closed my book and stretched out for a long breath. I also need a little rest.
The classroom is on the east side of the teaching building. There are two girls' toilets at the door. I think I know why he left for so long, but not 30 minutes? When I entered the toilet, I heard two girls passing by the door discussing: "I just saw a boy go to the women's toilet by mistake, and then saw a girl and ran out." "Oh, they always make mistakes. Don't boys read the sign when they go to the bathroom?"
Please forgive me for laughing. I imagined the story he had just experienced:
He was too anxious to see that this side of the toilet was for girls, and then he thought that the other side of the toilet was for boys. When he stepped in with one foot and bumped into a girl who was preparing to come out, he suddenly realized his mistake and blushed.
"I'm sorry, I read the sign wrong." I'm sure the girl was shocked, too.
In recent years, many news reports have pointed out the bad behavior of some college boys: secretly taking pictures of girls' toilets, secretly taking pictures of girls' bathhouses, and drugging girls. It is almost 100% unforgivable for boys to break into girls' toilets, because girls are afraid and suspect that they will be secretly photographed by the mini cameras that boys set in advance.
In our forum, there was a boy who was afraid of being mistaken for a voyeur because he entered the wrong toilet (but he didn't solve it inside, he just went to the door), so he quickly made a speech on the forum and said that he just went wrong accidentally, and was definitely not a voyeur who reported on the news. This fear is also reasonable, because if he is reported, he is likely to be asked to drop out of school.
Of the four toilet cubicles, I always habitually choose the middle two. I squatted down and took off my underpants to enjoy the short break.
When I got back to my seat after going to the bathroom, he had already come back. He tried his best to hide his embarrassment - he didn't solve it successfully. He was just looking for the toilet for more than 30 minutes.
But apparently he found the wrong place. The entire east side from the first floor to the fifth floor is a completely female toilet. He only looked for it on each floor instead of looking to the west, which would give him the illusion of despair: there is no men's toilet here. What should the boys do! Or is it because the men's toilet is being cleaned and can't be used, or is there too many people in line?
"So, shall we go out first?" He was trying to find other excuses to find the men's room without leaving me alone. Of course, he won't say that he didn't find the toilet and make everyone feel that he is not even as good as a kindergarten child.
I have to admit that if I were him, I would probably do the same thing.
"Of course, why not?" I need to help him without being aware of it.
When he walked with me, the situation became worse. He almost twisted his legs and walked forward, slower than me. His hands moved about uncomfortably.
Although I'm not him, I can imagine the difficulty of holding his urine until now: he needs to try his best to find a men's room to quickly solve the problem, he also needs to stretch his bladder with mental strength so that he won't explode, and he also needs to appear normal in front of the girls. This is almost a kind of spiritual "lingchi".
I still couldn't help asking him, "what's up?"
He seemed to muster up a lot of courage before saying, "do you know where there is a toilet?" Just as a friend of the opposite sex, his problems are good for him. But how embarrassed he would be if he were dating.
"Why not go back to the teaching building and go to the bathroom?"
"... well... Isn't there only a ladies' room?"
He did go in the wrong direction, but now it seems inappropriate for me to remind him again.
"There should be a public toilet in the supermarket over there, but..." He didn't even listen to me and hurried to the supermarket.
When he got there, he realized what I hadn't finished: it was a simple public toilet with only one seat, and there were about 10 girls in line in front of him.
I don't know whether this is a global problem or a regional problem. Many female sex groups don't have enough toilets for them to use. This problem has been improved a lot in the modern feminist movement. For example, when necessary, girls can temporarily "occupy" the men's toilet to alleviate the problem. For example, a girl can keep her boyfriend away from other men at the door so that she can have a place to pee. But until now, these problems still exist: as I described earlier.
The girls in line do not appear to be in urgent need of urination. Irrational people will deliberately show their embarrassment unless you are a lover in this field. The girls just looked at their cell phones and stood silently in the queue. His entry was clearly out of place. And... He can't stand it for so long.
He completely lost the image he had maintained in front of me. His legs were twisted together and he half bent down to make his penis shape less prominent in front of the public.
"Is there any other toilet here? Men's room? I can't hold it."
The tone of shyness completely changed to that of anxiety. From last night to now, boys seem to be able to hold on longer, but that doesn't mean they don't need to urinate.
There are three choices in front of him: I know that there is a hidden forest in the school, and he can go there to solve it, or I know a deserted area with a small number of people, or he can directly ask these girls to let him use the toilet first.
The last one seemed impossible, because a girl who needed to urinate begged him and successfully stood in front of him. It would be impolite to ask for his position again now.
Because peeing in the woods is also considered as peeing in public. Once found, it will be like deliberately breaking into the women's toilet. He finally chose to go to the abandoned area to find the toilet, which is not far away.
But when he really felt there, he was completely desperate: the little man sign in the men's room had long been changed to the women's room. There are only two women's toilets and no men's toilets.
I went to the other side to pee. Of course, I can go to this side as well.
The door opened eagerly, then it seemed that he lost his voice, and finally the continuous sound of running water hit the tiles and the pool. Until I came out, the sound of running water on the other side was still on and off.
He came out slowly after two minutes and sighed.
"So did you make it?"
"Sort of."
"Then I also need..." of course, I lied, not only to show that his urination was not embarrassing, but also to verify what just happened.
His wet underwear in the garbage can, the small pool on the ground and the wall... He just rushed into the toilet compartment and took off his pants in a hurry, but he didn't have time to take off his underwear. But the inner relaxation made the "water valve" of his lower body completely open. The urine hits the underpants. He tried to take off his pants, but his underwear was completely wet.
He tried to ignore what had happened, but the movement of his lower body was too obvious without his underwear.
After that, I suddenly realized that although I was a lesbian, I also had some interest in the face of boys holding their urine and urinating. Maybe I will have a chance to see more stories like today, in an environment like our school.
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Tracy’s Torrential travels
Tracy was super excited about her trip to the beach. She loved the beach but hadn’t been in so long so she was look king forward to the trip with great excitement even though it was just for a day. She put on her bikini and over that, a pair of high rise, button-fly blue-jean shorts and a t-shirt. She was going with her friend Lauren and her brother (who she had a crush on) Ethan.
Tracy had gotten a new bikini for the occasion, a light blue that matched well with her eyes. As she waited for Lauren to get come pick her up she fixed her long, dirty-blond hair in the mirror putting it in a loose bun on top of her head. She had just finished tying her shirt off at the waist when She heard the honk of Lauren’s car outside.
Tracy ran out to the car, grabbing the 12 pack of hard seltzer she had for the beach. “Hey girl , you ready?” Lauren asked excitedly
“Fuck yeah” Tracy replied throwing her best smile at Ethan who was in the passenger seat.
It was a two hour drive to the beach from Tracy’s place, during the drive she put her seltzers in the ice chest Lauren had brought, noticing Lauren had 24 seltzers of her own.
They ride went by pretty quickly, even with Tracy trying not to blatantly stare at Ethan.
When the three got to the beach and parked, Tracy grabbed the ice chest and tried not to blush when Ethan offered help, which she accepted.
They spread their towels under an umbrella. After a while of relaxing and chatting, during which Tracy had about three seltzers, Tracy decided to go for a swim. She stood up, removed her t-shirt and slowly unbuttoned and slid her shorts off, showing off her shapely figure (and putting on what she hoped was a good show for Ethan who had modestly looked away). She, Ethan and Lauren ran and played around in the surf, splashing each other and having a good time. Tracy eventually felt a slight need to pee but didn’t think about it. Eventually Lauren got distracted by a dude she started to flirt with and Tracy decided to sit and cool off for a bit. While she rested, she drank a few more seltzers then, feeling a bit buzzed, grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler to sip on. She noticed Ethan had joined a game of beach volleyball and was enjoying watching. She dozed off slightly and was woken by the sound of thunder, sure enough big dark clouds were forming in the sky and soon the rain started. Tracy’s bikini was still wet but not soaked so she got dressed. Lauren and Ethan ran up and they brought everything back to the car.
25 minutes into the trip home, Tracy’s bladder made itself known. “Oh no” she thought “I haven’t peed since I woke up this morning” she had been distracted and hadn’t thought about it until then. Tracy discreetly crossed her legs and put her hands in her lap, thinking she’d be fine holding it until she got home.
Her need to pee increased and she felt her bladder filling up. The rain was coming down fast and the sound of it hitting the window was not helping her. She shifted in her seat feeling the tight shorts and seatbelt starting to press into her bladder. Tracy was given hope when Lauren commented “I need to get some gas” and Ethan pointed at a sign and said “the last stop for an hour and half is up there” they pulled in to the gas station and Tracy said “I’m going to the restroom” Ethan commented “I gotta go too”
The restroom was one of the ones outside the building and so they went around, Tracy had to fight to walk normally, her urge to pee had grown significantly and she saw Ethan seemed to be urgent too. When they got to the door, Ethan said “you go first” so she tried the door and found it wouldn’t open, Ethan tried too with the same result. That’s when they saw the out of order sign on the door. “Hey Tracy, I’m sorry but I really need it, can you turn around?” Tracy knew what Ethan was going to do, she turned around, subtly grabbing her crotch and shifting.
The sound of Ethan’s stream made her own need grow, she crossed her legs where she stood and squeezed them together. The sound of his urine hissing out and hitting the side of the building along with his sigh of relief was agonizing. After what felt like 2 minutes the sound stopped and Ethan said “if you need I can stand guard, I won’t look”. Tracy blushed and said “I’ll be ok I think, I’m fine” they walked back to the car and Lauren asked “all good”
“Yeah” Tracy lied, she had never felt this desperate before, her bladder was noticeably bulging. They got back in the car and started off again. Tracy was fidgeting a lot and her need was still growing as she thought “why’d I have to drink so many seltzers” she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. As if saying it would help it, Tracy said “the damn restroom was out of order, I haven’t gone all day” Ethan glanced back apologetically. Lauren said “try not to pee in my car” Tracy forces a laugh and, now that she didn’t have to hide her need, grabbed her crotch with both hands and squeezed her crossed legs extra tight.
30 minutes later, Tracy was squirming around urgently, bouncing slightly in a seated form of the “I need to pee” dance. That’s when they hit heavy traffic, there must’ve been a wreck ahead and so traffic slowed to a bumper to bumper crawl. “Ohhhhh” Tracy moaned desperately
“You ok Tracy?” Lauren asked
“I really really have to pee” she groaned. Then she had an idea, she undid the top 3 buttons on her shorts to alleviate some pressure. This helped. “Hang in there Tracy, we’ll find a place to stop”
Tracy could only nod, her focus was on making sure her throbbing urethra was closed tightly. She was scooting back and forth in her seat, squeezing her crossed legs, when Lauren hit a bump. Tracy yelped when she felt the brief jolt and gasped as she felt herself leak. She regained control and looked down to see a small patch between her legs. Soon they were back to normal driving speed.
Tracy looked at Ethan and started thinking about him to distract herself but then her mind wandered to the rest stop earlier and him peeing and she felt her bladder throb, she gasped and redoubled her effort to hold but not before she felt 2 big leaks spurt into her bikini bottom and shorts. The patch at her crotch had grown. “We need to stop soon, I just leaked” Tracy said, panicking.
“Hold on girl” Lauren said.
Ethan watched Tracy through the rearview mirror, she was obviously bursting at this point, he watched discretely as the beauty lady, shifted in her seat, at one point as she re-crossed her legs he saw the wet patch and thought “if she wets herself I’ll feel guilty” but he also was aroused, seeing her grabbing her crotch, shifting, fidgeting. Then he saw her undo another button on her shorts, enough for him to glimpse the blue bikini she had on underneath. “Hey Tracy, can you hand me a water from the ice chest?”
“Sure” she used the hand not between her legs to open the ice chest and dig around for the water
Most of the ice had melted by this point and the sound of water sloshing in the chest made tracy think of the liquid sloshing in her bladder. She handed him the water, their hands brushed as she passed it to him. She blushed and saw he was smiling at her through the reflection in the mirror. “Oh please don’t let me piss myself in front of him”
Ethan subtly adjusted an erection so nobody could tell.He watched Tracy fighting her bladder. Tracy bent double in her seat yelping desperately, the wet patch grew as a really big leak pushed through her urethra. This time it was harder to regain control. “We need to stop I leaked again!”
“Hang on sis! I’m trying to find a spot” Ethan searched for the nearest rest place to stop on his phone. They found one not too far away. As the pulled up to the place (a McDonald’s). Tracy hopped out. She hobbled desperately to the restaurant and tried the door, it was locked, a worker inside said “we’re closed sorry”
“Oooooo” Tracy groaned. She got back in the car, her bladder throbbing
“Just go pop a squat” said Lauren
“Someone might see”
“Alright well, there’s another gas station 15 minutes away we’ll try there” Lauren said “sit on a towel in the meantime, don’t want my seats ruined”
Ethan watched Tracy fold a towel and sit on it.
Tracy was holding her crotch with both hands and bouncing slightly in her seat, when they hit another bump. Two spurts escaped and the wet spot grew slightly larger and the force of the spurts was audible. Ethan was extremely aroused hearing Tracy moan. her shorts had ridden up a good amount and he was able to see up them a bit. Tracy suddenly gasped as back to back leaks happened, it got to the point where a puddle formed on her lap, she regained control and shifted so the pee that escaped went into the towel. Finally they got to the gas station and Tracy darted off.
Ethan said to Lauren “imma go too” he got out and went to where the restroom was and saw Tracy frantically pulling at the door. Her face was red and she was grabbing herself and doing a full blown desperation dance. She looked at him and said “oh god I have to pee so bad and it’s occupied, I don’t think-“ he saw her cross her legs and then the wet spot on her crotch started to spread.
Tracy knew she was past her limit, she was about to lose control, but she was able to stop the flow again. Ethan walked up and pounded on the door “hurry up!” He yelled
“Piss off” a voice yelled from inside
Tracy was super close to Ethan now, he could feel her breath when she spoke urgently “it’s about to come ouuut” the smell of urine was faint but present
“Let’s go around back so you can pop a squat, I won’t let anyone see” he put a hand on her lower back and walked with her to the back of the building. as they turned the corner, she started peeing herself full force.
“Nooooo” Tracy groaned as the dark wet spot spread between her legs, and across her butt. He turned to him as she pushed her shorts to her knees, not caring that he’d see, and then she leaned against the wall as the stream burst out of her, through her bikini, gushing powerfully against the nearby dumpster.
Ethan who actually also needed to go decided to do the same, he started peeing with her. She was still going when he finished, her eyes closed in relief. Whe the stream slowly started to subside, she looked at Ethan and noticed he had just finished peeing. She said “well I guess I embarrassed myself already but here goes, I have a crush on you but I’m sure seeing me pee all over myself like this made you lose any interest-“
“Nope, I like you”
“Oh..” The last drops of pee finally dropped out of her. As she was about to pull the shorts into place, he walked up to her and kissed her, pressing himself into her pee-soaked bikini. She was hesitant at first but accepted quickly, relaxing into him, she reached into his swim trunks and felt his hard-on. She slid her bikini to the side as they kissed and he slipped inside of her
After they finished doing the deed, they both “accidentally” fell into a puddle. When they got back to the car, Lauren irritably said “took you long enough, I’m bursting here” and ran off. They looked at each other and laughed.
Edited July 2, 2022 by writtingnow21
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Hello! Sorry if this story is a bit hard to understand. But if you like My Little Pony, you can see the scenes better!
Rarity hums a senseless song while cutting through some tissue.
"Spike, its useless, I just can't fit in." Fluttershy says.
"Just. A. Bit. More-" the small dragon desperately tries to put the dress onto the pink-maned yellow pony while jumping and pulling the outfit on Fluttershy that can't do anything more than waiting that he loses will to try.
After a time he can make it and the dress slides on her perfectly.
"Thats it!" He raises his arms up, all happy. "You are ready for the party!"
But after a moment the dress scratches apart and some sewing thread appears all around it, showing it have broke.
"Huh.." His arms turns back down sadly.
He walks towards the busy fashion pony.
"Um. Rarity..." He mumbles.
"What." She replies firmly.
"I think Fluttershy's dress needs another fix.." He mumbles shyly.
"Another?" She is surprised, but when she turns her head around to glance at the damages she smirks. "Oh dear, your dress is surely needing a touche finale again."
Fluttershy lays, a bit exhausted. Spike comes to her and tries now to put the dress off her. They both struggle with it for a while until Spike eventually can get it off her but at the price of getting launched backwards, landing in a pile of crates and boxes. The dust and powder are throw in air for a sec before the place gets clearer.
"Ouch." Spike says, annoyed, his voice muffled in the shambles.
"Spikey-boo! My sweet tailed one, are you okay?!?" She rushes to the boxes to save Spike from being stuck, lost in middle the crates pile.
Opalescence rolls her eyes.
"Oh my, by Celestia, Spike are you hurt?" Fluttershy flies to help Rarity getting him out of the pile of box that collapsed on him.
Angel rolls his eyes and cross his arms like a pouty manner. The two animals end up looking at eachother and both does a little 'hmpf' as they both look away.
Spike gets a hand out of the stack of rubble.
"I'm fine." He says.
Rarity will now work on Fluttershy's dress again, while Spike and Fluttershy speak about the party they are preparing for.
"I really hope this is going to be great. It will be first time I will spend that many time on a scene and being center of attention..." She trembles of shyness.
"Don't worry Fluttershy, I'm sure you will be fine." He replies.
Soon, 2 oval yellow eyes will emerge from the ground. After a time, ears, and finally the full head comes out of the planks.
"My dear, you are not even ready yet?" He concerns.
"Oh hi." Fluttershy spots the familiar face laying on the ground in middle of the room. "Yeah I'm just not fitting anything today." She lean her head down and look at her hooves.
Discord slides itself, or its head, all along the planks until reaching Fluttershy's hooves.
"Don't say that honey, I'm sure you can fit anything with enough trying." He says.
"The dress broke when we tried to put her in." Spike retort.
The draconequus dive in the ground to appear in full size in a mirror.
"Are you saying she is oversized?" He frown.
"What? No!" Spike refute, crossing his arms and turning his head away.
The chaotic figure walks out of the mirror to enter the room. At that moment, Rarity turns around from her desk with the dress levitating with her power, leaning it in direction of the shy pony.
"Now. Lets try again. But this time we can't afford to fail." She says as she looks at Discord to see if he is going to help.
"What? You could have told me earlier." He says.
He snaps his eagle hand and in a instant, Fluttershy is in her dress. She is surprised, and move a bit around to see if it will break again, but it doesn't. After a time, she grin, happy it is not breaking anymore.
"Thanks darling." Fluttershy smiles to him.
"Anything else I can do for you my dearest?" He open and close his eyes with a slow and precious style.
"Um. I'd like a little bit of water, if anything-" She mumbles shyly.
"Of course!" He replies.
Suddenly a huge jar of water spawns, almost the size of a pool for Discord.
"That's a bit big-" She mumbles.
"Oh, sorry." He replies.
With his hands each side of the water tank he rescale the container to a mug size.
"Thanks." She smiles at him.
She grab the cup of water and drinks it all, eagerly solving her thirst.
Discord and Fluttershy stare in their eyes deeply, in a romantic way. Spike glances at them and have idea to try to do same with his own crush.
"Great. Its about time." Rarity looks at her clock.
"Alright, follow me, mates." Discord says.
He walks to a wall and with his hand he can draw then open a fictional door that leaves to a backstage of a theater, surely the one where their event is occurring.
Being left out as Rarity ignores or just didn't spot his tries to imitate Fluttershy and Discord stares, he cross his arms over his head, kind of like if he was drowning.
"Oh no! I think I'm immobilized by stress!" He overplay his emotions, the look of his eyes intensely begging Rarity for care in a cute puppy eyes manner.
"Don't worry Spikey-wikey, I'm sure we will do fine!" She leans down to kiss his forehead.
A bit like Asterix and the magic potion he is floating and his heart is super-powered for a second, satisfied with that move. Rarity smirks as she knew he was overstating, but she still likes giving him attention.
After walking though Discord's magic portal to the theater, the sound of people sitting in the crowd and waiting for the show to start is increasing more and more.
"Thats it. Finally we will do the final." The draconequus is happy. "Is everyone ready? Sir McBiggun?"
"Eeyup." The big red knight replies.
"Garbunkle the wizard?"
"Hail-hail" The dragon in the costume replies.
"Princess Schmarity?"
"Evidently" Rarity levitates a crown on her head and smirks, satisfied.
"Flutter Armor?"
"Here.." Fluttershy replies in her wonderful dress.
"Jester Pie?"
"Present!" The pink pony have a big grin.
"Rainhood Dash?"
"Present." The masked hooded blue pony gently waves at others.
"Angel the trialosaurus and Opal the Lingota?" He sees the two tiny animals being proud in tiny costumes.
"And finally. Captain Wuzz." In a magic flash he is changed into an archer costume.
Spike walks in front of everyone and close to the curtain.
"Comrades. Let's roll!" He says happily.
They all walk as the curtain reveal all of them in a great applause, and they find a seat where each of them have their character icon on top of their place, with on the long table on the scene in front of the crowd, each of them have their character sheet and dices set and in proper order to play.
Spike climbs on a spot that have been placed for him.
"Welcome, Mares and ponies, foals and fillies, to this episode of Dongeons and Discords! We are looking forward to watch the next events, does the heroes will be able to save the princess Schmarity from the evil Squizard? Thats what we will look for, in this game of Ogres & Oubliettes!"
He sit in his seat. In a magic flash, the scene is now an ingame view, while the crowd hugs themselves of fear and suspence.
The game goes on, switching from ingame world for roleplay and out of game view for battles with tiny clones of themselves on a battlemap, and as time passes, Fluttershy seems less and less concentrated.
"Alright. Roll for initiative." Discord says.
In a magic flash the scene is back with the players aligned and the dices are ready. They all roll and say their number, but Fluttershy finds herself busy with something else.
"Fluttershy are you okay?" Spike asks, drawing the attention of all the ponies on the event to her.
"I- I- I'm fine.." She mumbles, under her blushing out of shyness.
Angel swings his arms to draw her attention.
"Um." She watches the bunny gesture some things with his arms and ears. "Angel wants to see if he can break a nearby tree log and throw it on the skeletons."
"Oh. That seems an easy task for a huge eagle. I'd say to roll an simple attack with the usual bonus." Spike says.
The bunny grab a dice and release it.
"14" Fluttershy announce.
"Angel succeed to throw at some of the skeletons, but a lot more lasts."
"Can I fire with my party rifle at the skeletons?" Pinkie Pie asks. "16!"
"Jester Pie aims her party rifle and the explosion of dozen of confettis disorient a few of the skeletons" He replies. "Meanwhile, Rainhood and Garbunkle can introduce the castle of the baddie, to look for the wonderful princess they wanna save.." He have hearts in his eyes.
"Urgh, this dongeon is not even in marble.." Rarity roleplay a hoof over her head, in lamentation. "I thought it would be the least to be made for a princess like me!"
"I try to undo the lock with my fetish unlocking wire!" Rainbow Dash declares. "16!"
"When the lock fails and the door opens, Garbunkle rushes to the princess to see if she is okay." Spike says.
"Oh my precious dragon wizard, you came here to help me!" She thanks him.
"Couldn't Schmarity deliver herself? She have powers right?" Rainbow asks out of character.
"These awful handcuffs are retaining me to use my magic to absorb all of it!" Rarity declares in her character, then she smirks to Dash.
"I try to destroy the cuffs" Spike tries to roll an magic usage, but gets sad. "7."
"Don't worry my lovely wizard, I greet you that you tried at least." She kisses him.
Spike blushes while the crowd awws, but suddenly get serious again.
"Oh no, the guards are coming!" Rainhood point at the shadows over the wall, showing movement futher away.
Some armored skeletons guards advance in the corridor of the dongeon and threats to do high damage to the rogue and the wizard.
But at that moment, the mini Sir McBiggun mounting a bigger version of Opalescence smash through the wall and the rubbles collapse on the guards, that destroys them.
"Sir McBiggun!" Spike smiles.
"Opal!" The princess is happy.
The great cat smack its powerful jaw into the handcuffs, which destroys them. The alicorn princess Schmarity unfold its wings in a majestic manner, and jump into Opal's back, soon joined by Garbunkle, while Sir McBiggun and Rainhood Dash attack the skeleton guards.
"Guys, you can go behind me, mommy Schmarity is back!!" She epicly states.
McBiggun and Rainhood move out of the way, letting the princess shoot a powerful blue laser that explodes the skeletons strewing them in their very bones. The public is proud.
"Yeehaa!" Applejack applaud, proud to watch the epic actions.
"I can do that too.." Twilight mumbles to herself. "For real, in fact." She smirks.
Outdoor, the licorn Flutter Armor mounting Angel the giant eagle-T-rex draw an arrow in her bow, trying to damage the Squizard, coming to threat Jester Pie and Captain Wuzz.
"I fail.." She says. "5."
"Well.. The arrow loses itself in the trees." Says Spike. "I try to make an ice spike to throw it on one the Squizard's tentacle."
When thinking about it, Fluttershy is wiggling a bit. She is surprised her belly is already filled to dangerous levels for dryness matters, or maybe the perfect fitting dress reduce the possibility for her bladder to expand, but she feels like soon enough, she will be the one that loses herself. Of course she is way too shy to ask for a pause, even more in this level of action happening right now in the game.
"7." He says.
"Okay. Let me roll for the bad guy." Discord says. "19."
Squizard charges its magic wand and fires on the great eagle, that crashes on ground with the damage. Captain Wuzz rushes to them, concerned.
"My love! Are you okay?" He whines after he throw himself on grown on his knees, looking for the fayrie licorn, in cries.
"I aim my party canon at the Squizard!" Shouts Pinkie, seeking to revenge them. "Natural 20!!!" She screams, which makes Rainbow Dash and Rarity, sat nearby, vibrates on the strength of her voice.
"Yes. Show them Jester Pie. They will regret it." Maud Pie speaks calmly, but yet happy about the epicness.
"I use my magic and my precious princess' gemstones to throw them to the horrible fishy squid!!" Rarity announce. "18!"
"I attack." Big Mcintosh says. "15."
Fluttershy loses herself in her mind again, until Discord elongates its neck to face her.
"Are you okay my dear?" He asks.
Angel jumps on her nose and tries tickle her muzzle. She inhale and sneeze, but suddenly gets more trembling and all blushy.
"Fluttershy? Is there something wrong darling?" Asks Rarity, concerned about her.
She mumbles something unhearable. Then she regain her minds.
"I- I- I could really use an interlude right now.." She admit discreetly, her hooves on her crotch, hoping that Discord will not make it a big or loud public thing.
"Who else would like a pause?" Spike asks.
"Me!!" Rainbow Dash gets up and sprint-fly to the restrooms, and the busy tag swings a bit until it get still again.
"In fact, Princess Schmarity quite needs a pause to the lady's room too." Rarity admits.
"Well, let's start an interlude then." Spike accepts.
All ponies in the crowd get up and start talking, while Fluttershy is stuck on the ground, not able to fly as her wings under her dress. At least they can help pressing against her crotch, she thinks.
Her usual shyness makes her barely advancing through the crowd, and when she comes to the restrooms, the horrible sight of a endless waiting line makes her trembles even more. She even loses herself for a second, in surprise and desperation of the situation that is going to occur.
"Oh no!" She mumbles, afraid, and sure to not make it.
She will lose bit by bit of her need, releasing it in her dress, that becomes more and more wet, and at everyone's view, she is unable to hold herself like a grown up mare.
After a time she flies the party, reaching some bushes she collapse on ground, crying and peeing like never. The liquids mix in a salty pound that reflects herself. When for a second she tries to stop crying, she is still peeing in a full stream, making her flustered and then continue to hide herself in her hooves, overloaded with shame.
As the pause comes to a end, Discord glances around, seeing that his love have suddenly disappeared for no apparent reason.
"Start without me, I'll find Fluttershy." He declares.
Twilight sees this and get concerned by her friend, that is possibly in a bad situation for not showing herself anymore.
Discord appears in the small lake Fluttershy have formed. She is shamefull and blushing, then she splash her front hooves on the draconequus' face because she feel she don't wanna see anyone right now.
"Ouch!" He says, even if he didn't got hurt, but the feeling she done that hurt himself yet. "Why would you do that? What's wrong?"
"I'm a filly!" She sobs.
"What? Why?" He asks, clueless. "And why are you all wet?"
"I fucking pissed myself like a foal!" She explodes in tears.
"Oh. I see." Discord understands.
"What's happening here?" Twilight approaches.
Discord tries to send her signs to not insist on her accident with doing funny faces while he have Fluttershy in his arms.
Twilight comes closer and gesture at Discord to give her her friend. He accepts a bit reluctantly but let her do.
"Fluttershy, its okay." Twilight tries to dry her tears. "You know, everyone have accidents." She states.
"Really?" She replies, ceasing to cry.
"Yes. Look, I'm a baby myself." Discord says, in a magic flash he is in a big diaper and have a pacifier in his mouth.
"It doesn't matter honey." She continues. "You should have told us you have a weak bladder so we could place priority on restrooms for the participants of the event!"
"See, you say it yourself, I have a weak bladder!" She grumble to Twilight.
Discord thinks about his actions, and becomes a bit embarrassed.
"Um. Afterwards, when thinking about it, it may be a bit of my fault..." Discord admits. "When rescaling the cup of water, I may not have reduced the amount of water but just compressed it magically. Hehe. Sorry."
"Its okay Discord. You couldn't know." She accepts his apology. "I should have asked Rarity to make an embed diaper in the dress... By the way its why I have to go again, maybe. Can I go?" She asks looking at Twilight.
The Princess of Friendship blushes awfully, and is stuck in the moment. Discord snaps and Fluttershy have now the dress off. He duplicates himself to have one of him place a bucket under the dress while he shake the dress with one movement and magically dry it instantly. The second Discord that have scientific or geeky features collect the precious golden water.
"I'll keep that for later maybe." He mumbles quietly to himself.
In a snap, the second him and the bucket disappear, while he lay the dress on ground, now completely dry. He glance away and what his surprise to see Fluttershy peeing again, but this time while Twilight watches and even bite her lower lip staring at that scene. His eyebrows raises as he admits that is a interesting sight.
While Fluttershy finishes going, Twilight is almost dying of embarrassement, as Discord seems to become a bit jealous that his pony offers that scene to her.
"I'm sorry your majesty, but she's mine." He states.
He elongates his arms to push away the purple pony that is yet curious of what happened.
"You won't come back in I guess." Twilight supposes.
"I think she will needs a bit of rest, yes." Discord replies, while Fluttershy collapses on the ground, in her puddle that is now truly a lake.
Twilight goes back on the scene and tries to have everyone's attention.
"Fluttershy told me she is exhausted and will get home to rest, Discord helping her to get better."
"Well. Looks like we will play regular Ogres et Oubliettes now. Who wanna replace Flutter Armor?"
Twilight teleports near the seat of Fluttershy, and blushes a bit when she sit and feels its a bit wet. |
It was 9AM, and Lindsay had somewhere to be. Unfortunately for her, she was still in bed.
The alarm clock trilled, and a startled Lindsay smacked the snooze button as if a lion at its prey. She fell back asleep, but it wasn't long before the alarm woke her back up.
SNOOZE
Another five minutes passed by, and Lindsay stopped the alarm for a third time. When it rang a fourth time, Lindsay decided to take the hint and slowly opened her eyes. She lied in bed, groggy and at least half-asleep, listening to the alarm blare. After becoming annoyed enough to heed its call, she sat up in bed and checked her phone. It was this that reminded her why she had set the alarm.
Reminder: Interview at 10
"Shit!" she shouted as she tossed her phone across the room. She checked the clock and it was now 9:20. Lindsay was running late by nearly half an hour, and to make matters worse, the office was a 20-minute commute. Lindsay quickly shot up out of bed and ran to the shower. "Shit shit shit," she rambled incoherently. She turned the shower head on and quickly jumped in before it had gotten warm. The cold water sent a shock to her system that jolted her straight awake, and she was now in panic mode. After a lazy shampoo and scrubbing, Lindsay dried off and started her hair and makeup.
She took a hairdryer and ran it over her medium-length brunette hair, close enough to her scalp to fall under a "Do not do" on the safety tag. After her hair was sufficiently dry, she twisted the back of her hair into a bun and layered some bangs onto the sides of her face. "Good enough," she thought to herself as she quickly brushed her teeth. It was now 9:30, and Lindsay felt confident in her timing. Lindsay took her makeup bag out of the medicine cabinet and applied a quick but elegant look to her olive complexion. She threw her outfit on, which she thoughtfully had laid aside on her nightstand the night before.
Lindsay turned to the mirror in her bedroom to check her outfit. On her top she had donned a white blouse with pheasant sleeves and a black mock tie. Below that, a black pencil skirt that rested just an inch above her knees. Finally, on her face were her ever-important glasses. The thick cat-eyed frames served not only to aid her version, but as a fashion statement the curves of the frames rested perfectly on her soft cheeks and nose, but very subtly increased the size of her green eyes. She took a minute to admire herself before snapping a selfie on her phone, which she sent to her friend, Ashley. Lindsay had briefly considered using the restroom, but it was now 9:40 and there was no time to waste. She slipped her black heels on and ran to her car. As she stepped in the car, her phone buzzed. It was a reply from Ashley: "You look GORGEOUS! Good luck! And spill the tea when you get out."
Lindsay smiled at her friend's assurance and backed out of the driveway. She secured her phone to her mount and activated the GPS. A robotic voice emerged.
"Fifteen minutes to your destination."
Lindsay checked the clock and it was 9:45. She was going to make this interview.
It's not that she needed a new job. Her current salary was fine, and she got along well enough with her coworkers. The problem was the monotony. Her cubicle meant that she would frequently go days without seeing another person, and the work itself left nothing to be inspired by. Lindsay thrived on variety. She had recently applied as a receptionist for a large banking firm, and she was now on her way to hopefully seal the deal. Lindsay badly wanted this higher-energy and more sociable position and it was within her grasp.
And then she got onto the highway.
Lindsay was still making decent timing. By 9:51, she had already shaven several minutes off of her estimated time and was mere minutes away. She heard a car honking up ahead. It was as she made her next turn that she realized what the situation was: there was a massive traffic jam. Cars looked to be stationary for miles. Lindsay instantly realized she was not going to make her interview on time and laid her head on her steering wheel. After a long sigh, Lindsay pulled out her phone and called the office.
"Hi, this is Lindsay Piper. I'm just calling to let you know that I'm going to be late to my interview, the highway is completely blocked right now."
The receptionist on the other end of the line was very polite.
"We've all been caught up in traffic all morning. I'll let Melinda know. Do you think you could be here at 10:30 or is that pushing it?"
Lindsay was relieved. She agreed to meet at 10:30 and sat back up in her seat. She used this downtime as an opportunity to text Ashley.
"Aaaaaaaash, I was on my way to the interview and got stuck in traffic."
"NO WAY! That super sucks. I'm sure you'll make it still!"
This time, Ash's words were much less reassuring. Lindsay looked back out her windshield to see all of the cars in all of the lanes in the same positions they started in. She already had to postpone the interview once, and now she was worried that she'd have to push it back a second time. The clock hit 10:05 and she had only moved about four car lengths. It was around this time that she began regretting her decision to not use the restroom before she left. Her bladder was slowly reaching its breaking point, and her stomach wasn't far behind.
Lindsay was losing patience, so she decided to turn the radio on as a distraction from both the passing of time and the growing pressure of her desperation. After a few songs had played, Lindsay was making decent progress in the traffic. She was still nervous about her 10:30 deadline, but it certainly wasn't impossible to meet. She was now close enough to the front of the line to see the cause of the traffic: someone had run into the median and tore their fender off. As she surveyed the police investigating the accident, she became increasingly aware of the one she was about to have of her own.
It was now 10:20 and Lindsay's leg was bouncing. She had placed her left hand in her crotch, fully aware that it wouldn't actually be a particularly effective maneuver. She let out a loud yell and slammed her horn at no one in particular. "FUCK!" she shouted. As she inched the car forward a few more yards, Lindsay's determined attitude was quickly slipping away. Suddenly, the driver behind her slammed on his horn. The blaring sound startled Lindsay, and the floodgates opened in response.
Lindsay sat straight up her seat and gasped. She sighed in defeat as she felt her pee slowly dribble into her panties and soak her skirt. She attempted to stand up to further tighten her legs, but it was no use. As she lifted from the her seat, the stream just continued with more force than before. A warm jet was powering its way through Lindsay's panties and trickling loudly onto her leather seat. She made some exasperated noises in disbelief and closed her eyes. She nearly began to cry as the wetness continued flowing down her legs and pooling into her high heels.
But Lindsay was stronger than that. She sat back up and tried to ignore the warm pool that her bikini line was now soaking in. Lindsay may have been deeply ashamed, but most of all, she was determined to make a good first impression. If she didn't act like a grown woman who had just helplessly wet herself on the way to the office, then she still had a chance. Unfortunately for Lindsay, what was about to come was going to be a little more difficult to hide.
Lindsay was now just five cars away from her exit. She got her phone back out and texted Ash. "I'm going to make it to this fucking interview." It was a hopeful claim, but still not one that was guaranteed. Just as she regained confidence, however, she was rudely reminded of something else she had been putting off. She threw her head to the back of her seat and screamed into her palms as she felt her tight ass begin to open up. She tried everything in her power to prevent further disaster, but luck was not on her side.
Lindsay felt her panties begin to tent out. It was at this point that she resumed her desire to cry. Wetting herself was going to be difficult enough to get away with, but messing? There wasn't a chance. Desperate to relieve herself of the pain, Lindsay leaned forward onto her steering wheel and lifted her butt from the seat. Her skirt dripped more pee into the puddle beneath her as she stood. She closed her eyes and started to do what no 31-year-old woman should ever have to do. She was pooping her pants.
Lindsay's panties were crackling loudly from being stretched by her mess. She merely rested her face onto the dashboard in shame. Lindsay was feeling a wave of emotions: the shame in her accident, the determination to make the interview, and the relief from finally freeing herself of this burden. She decided that relief was the most important at the moment, so she began to gently push more of her mess out of herself. While she did this she looked around for other cars to make sure no one was watching the act. Fortunately, it didn't seem like anyone noticed the woman blatantly pooping her panties.
The shame sat back in as she continued pushing. Her panties tented out more and more, and she felt disgraceful. She finished pushing as the car in front of the line to move. She didn't care what the state of her attire was, she was about to walk into this office and prove herself. She finished off her accident and shifted her eyes to make sure that there was still no one watching. She carefully pulled her skirt up and surveyed the damage by reaching down to the back of her panties and gauging how large of an accident this had been. While her panties felt much larger than she knew they could handle, her mess was fully contained therein and she sighed in relief.
Now came the difficult part: sitting back down. Lindsay wasn't exactly used to her current situation and briefly pondered how to safely sit back down in her driver's seat. There were only two cars ahead of her now, so she had to make a quick decision. She settled for a slow approach - closing her eyes, slowly exhaling, and gently resting on her ass. She had kept the skirt pulled up behind her to avoid further damage.
As she resumed her position, she heard her now-heavy panties hit the seat with a wet thud. Lindsay made a face of disgust and paused before going full force. She slowly sat her entire posterior down. Her facial demeanor only got worse as she sat down further. She was looking up at the ceiling and breathing in slowly to keep herself from crying and ruining her makeup, the one thing that went according to plan this morning. Her face contorted in ways it never had before as she slowly came to terms with what she had done. Her mess had now conformed itself into shape of her ass while still staying contained in her once-sexy underwear. Their light blue hue was certainly ruined at this point, and the stretchiness of the lace details were being tested in extreme conditions. The puddle from earlier had long gone cold, and at this point Lindsay almost appreciated the warmth of her mess.
Lindsay was finally up next to exit. She was waved ahead and immediately turned down the street to her right. She was now one block away from this interview, and panties be damned, she was going to make it. She nearly ran a red light as she sped further down the street to her future office. She parallel parked on the street and made sure no one was around before stepping outside. The clock read 10:29. Perfect timing.
After confirming that the coast was clear, Lindsay stepped out of the car and slowly rolled her skirt back down. She patted it down for wrinkles and looked in the side mirror to check for any obvious bulges. It looked like sitting down had some advantages, as any indicator to her mess was negligible. The back of her skirt was very wet, but given that it was black, you would have to really look to notice anything off. She sprayed herself with copious amounts of the spare perfume she kept in her car, and started walking ahead to the door.
Walking, as it turned out, was harder than she had imagined. It was more of a waddle that she performed as she slowly plodded forward, feeling her dirty panties cling to her rear every step of the way. She felt disgusting and looked like she didn't know how to walk in heels. She stepped off to the side of the door, took a deep breath, and regained her professional appearance.
Lindsay walked into the foyer and just past the receptionist as she made her way to the bathroom. Then, she was stopped dead in her tracks. "Lindsay?" the woman behind the desk asked. "I'll page Melinda and get her right out here." Lindsay's face turned to dread as she realized she would not be able to clean up before the most important interview she's ever had. Melinda had stepped out of a door down the hallway to reveal herself.
"Hi! You must be Lindsay!" she joyously welcomed. Lindsay was taken aback by her interviewer's energy. "Uh, sure am!" she replied. Melinda reached her arm out for a handshake and Lindsay accepted. "Glad you could make it. Let's get back to my office and we can conduct the interview."
"Sounds great!" Lindsay responded. Lindsay was no longer thinking about what had happened on the way here. She was no longer noticing the sagging of her full panties. She was in career mode, and she responded thusly. She followed Melinda with a confident stroll and entered her office. As she walked past the receptionist, Lindsay heard her take a light sniff of the air. Lindsay wasn't bothered, because she knew she was taking the woman's job soon. "Have a seat!" Melinda offered. "Of course, thank you." Lindsay didn't hesitate to sit down on the office chair placed in front of her. She had observed herself after sitting in her car and looked just fine, so now she was sure that it wouldn't ruin the furniture.
Lindsay made grimaced slightly as she sat back down in her mess. Fortunately, it seemed the perfume had been successful, as Melinda didn't appear to notice a thing. She began asking Lindsay basic interview questions, such as previous customer experiences and skill sets. Twenty minutes later, the interview continued on and Lindsay and Melinda built a good rapport. Each of them were laughing at her responses and Melinda seemed impressed with her resume.
Unfortunately, the comfort of her seating situation was fading. Lindsay felt her panties turn cold and clammy as she pretended not to be affected. She also could tell that the perfume was wearing off, and Melinda seemed to take silent notice. "Alright, Lindsay, last question."Lindsay perked back up and sat at full attention. Melinda continued. "Can you give an example of a time when you had to act professionally in a very unprofessional situation?"
Lindsay's mind went blank. She couldn't think of any appropriate scenarios. Losing patience with her messy predicament and desperately wanting to leave, she threw a Hail Mary.
"One time, I pissed and shit myself on the way to a job interview. I walked right in and got through the entire interview. No one knew."
Lindsay smiled while questioning in the back of her head why she felt the need to make that confession. Melinda sat wide-eyed and shocked. Lindsay wasn't sure if it was the vulgarity or the content that made her uncomfortable. "Probably both," she decided internally. After a moment of silence that seemed to last three minutes, Melinda gently began to speak up. "So, uh... did you get the job?"
Melinda sat up in her chair with all the confidence she has ever mustered. "Well," she started. "I guess I'll see when you call me back." She crossed her legs, put her hands in her lap, and stared with a blank smile at Melinda. She studied Melinda's face as she slowly came to terms with what her interviewee had just said. It slowly turned into a light laugh. Lindsay didn't know whether to be ashamed or relieved. "I just won't write that one down on your report," Melinda responded through fits of laughter. "I think that's a good place to end the interview!"
Lindsay smiled and stood up. She noticed that the seat was wet from her skirt. She and Melinda once again shook hands before being dismissed. Melinda walked Lindsay out, being sure to stay behind her. Before Lindsay stepped out the door, Melinda whispered into her ear. "Now go get yourself cleaned up." She had no idea how badly Lindsay needed it.
"I like her," Melinda admitted as Lindsay got into her car. The receptionist looked at her in shock. "You realize she shit her pants, right?"
Lindsay got into her car and had no emotions left but humor. She broke into a fit of laughter as she realized the sheer inanity of the situation she had been put in. She managed to win over an interviewer after making a complete mess out of herself with her accident. If that wasn't enough to prove her dedication, she didn't know what would be. |
Before I start sharing my first story with you, let me introduce myself. My name is Rob and I live in the Netherlands. I have had very little English instruction in school so forgive my language and grammatical errors. I have multiple fetishes including women with full bladders and women who are underwater and hold their breath. I actually have some Croatian girlfriends but I changed their names. It is also true that I trade on the stock exchange and in real estate. The fictional part is the exaggeration of the large amount of money and beautiful houses. The women who fill their bladders for me are also wrong. But what is a life without fantasy?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------My first story is about a good friend of mine. She is a lesbian so sex is not an option. When she's in the mood, she doesn't mind if I touch her breasts or her pussy. I really shouldn't go further than that because she doesn't like that and I respect that, although I don't find it easy. And she knows that and she likes to challenge me because even though she is a lesbian, she likes to be lusted by men. Tatiana likes to fill her bladder and I get to enjoy that. I find it very exciting when a woman has a full bladder and cannot or will not pee.
Tatiana was born in Croatia and is 30 years old. Her father was a diver and her mother worked in a restaurant. Tatiana enjoys running, gymnastics and swimming both above and underwater with or without oxygen cylinders. She is sporty and afraid of nothing and no one as far as I know.You can see that from her because her body is in excellent condition. She is slightly shorter than me, has dark eyes and black hair. We sometimes go to the sauna and her tan skin and her shaved pussy is something I can dream of. What a body that woman has.
I wish you a lot of reading pleasure.
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A night out.
Part 1 What went before.
It must have been around 11 a.m. when the phone rang, it was Tatiana. Rob she said, the weather is lovely and I feel like going out tonight and filling my bladder. Would you like to come with me and make sure I don't go to the toilet?
This wasn't the first time she asked me that, but her openness continues to amaze me. Of course I want that, what do you suggest?
Well, I'd like to go and buy some new clothes and I'd love for you to come along. No problem I replied. Fine, then I'll be with you around 1 p.m. Can I sleep with you, she asked. No problem, but in the same bed. She laughed yes yes, I understand that but you know my limits. Well the game has started, I thought. She the attention and I my pleasure. When I had just finished showering, the doorbell rang. It was Tatiana dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Even when she dresses simply she looks good.
Knowing that Tatiana would take her bladder about 5 to 6 hours to fill, she had no choice but to pee one more time before the evening started. Shall we have something to drink before we go to buy clothes or do you want to leave right away, I asked. I'd like another cup of tea, she said. We walked together to the garden where there are various tea herbs. I picked some of these herbs and put them in boiling water. So here you go peeing later in the evening and it protects you against infections in your bladder and urinary tract.
After talking in the garden for some time, Tatiana wanted to go to the store to buy clothes. We got up and walked to the bus stop. The bus came at 2:45 pm so we had to wait a little longer. It didn't take long for the bus to arrive, we got in and I paid the tickets to the driver. After about half an hour the bus stopped at the shopping center. We got out and walked into the mall. Despite the nice weather it wasn't that busy so we quickly reached the shop where Tatiana wanted to buy her new jeans. After some detective work she found 1 and took it to the fitting room. She came out and asked what I thought. To be honest, not so pretty, it's a very cheap pair of pants and your ass will hang in them. Rather take a more expensive one than it will be of some use. You're right, she said, and looked around. I have to pee from that tea of yours, but I can still easily hold it.
I don't doubt that, but before we really go out you have to pee. That's true, she said, otherwise it will take too long. Ah, I like these jeans but they are expensive. Try it on and then we'll see how it fit, I said. She came out of the dressing room and I looked at her wide-eyed. My god what a beautiful body you have Tatiana. You will probably look even better if you take a smaller size, want to try that? That's good she replied and took a smaller size. I heard some rumbling in the locker room and then she came out. You have to help me close Rob because I can't. Ok I said and I tried to close the pants. Wait, she said, you press my bladder so hard I almost pee my pants. Are you so desperate for 2 cups of tea, I asked. No, I had already drunk a lot at home, but I haven't gone to pee yet.
I take both pants with me and try to put on the smaller size after I have peed at home. That's a good plan, I said. They paid for the pants and we walked to the exit. Suddenly my attention was drawn to a beautiful black leotard with short legs. I'd like you to wear that leotard under your jeans and T-shirt, I said. I have a lot of leotards at home and it is also quite expensive for a hairdresser like me. I'll pay for it. You know that's no problem for me. I have earned enough on the stock market to live off it. Yes I know, she said. But 100 euro.
I also get a lot in return. That's right, was her answer. I have to undress almost completely when i go pee. You asked me to make sure you don't go to the bathroom. She laughed, you're right.
By now it was 5 pm and Tatiana said she really had to pee. The drinks from home and the tea had filled her bladder. Do you have time to eat something or do you want to go home right away? She thought for a moment as she crossed her legs. I need to go to the toilet but I can hold it for a while. Shall we eat a pizza and then take the bus home? That's good was her answer. We were on the bus on the way home when Tatiana said her bladder was really full. I asked her what she had been drinking at home. Not so much 4 glasses of water and 2 cups of coffee and then those 2 glasses of tea with you. You also drank 3 Coke with your pizza. All in all quite a lot. What time did you last go to the toilet? About noon, Tatiana said. It is now 6pm so that was 6 hours ago. Then it makes sense that you really need to.
The bus stopped at a stop and an unkempt person got on it. He looked drunk and screamed loudly. The driver stopped the engine and called the police. Tatiana started to wobble in her chair because the pressure became very great. Oh, I have to pee so hard my bladder is about to burst. Her legs kicked and she had both hands in her crotch. Damn this shouldn't be too long or I'll pee my pants. By now the police had arrived and tried to restrain the man. Tatiana who now had a really full bladder tried to unbutton her jeans but that did not work out. Shall I do it I asked, that's good but don't press too hard because I need super. Calm down, but you're used to worse. I tried to open her jeans and felt her hard bladder. Fortunately, the jeans opened and that gave some relief to her bladder. That'll be something with your new jeans tonight, I said. Yes indeed and then also a leotard underneath. May I gently rub your bladder I asked. Before she could answer, there was a loud noise next to her chair. The drunk man had torn himself away from the officer but lost his balance. He fell on top of Tatiana, who let out a cry. The officer, who was now really angry because the drunk was harassing a woman, pulled the man away from her.
Miraculously, Tatiana had been able to hold back her pee, but the urge had become very strong. I'm about to slap Rob we have to go home, she stammered. We're driving again, we'll be there in a minute. We got off the bus at the stop and Tatiana walked home like a duck. Isn't this what you wanted, I asked. With a lot of effort she put a smile on her face. Yes, but I'll be glad when I peed. Oh, my poor bladder she moaned. When I opened the front door she shot in like an arrow from the bow. She opened the toilet door, pulled down her pants and started to pee. She didn't even bother to close the door so I stood in the doorway.
Unbelievable what a beam you look like a horse with this beam. Finally it stopped, she asked me to turn me around because she wanted to dry her pussy. I laughed and walked to the room. And while I was making coffee, I got an idea. Meanwhile, Tatiana came into the living room with relief. Would you like coffee, I asked then I can immediately tell you an idea of mine.
Come on, she said. I suggest we take a shower before we go out. You can go first so you can get dressed and make up while I'm in the shower. And what are you going to do when I'm in the shower, she asked? Well, I'm going to get some stuff ready for when we get home. I would really like to know what your bladder capacity is. I purposely said that so directly because I know she is bad at dealing with uncertainty. Oh do you want that? she said in a stern tone. It was a test that comes with her game. Yes, I would be happy to answer. Then we'll do that, she said with a laugh.
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You can read more about this in part 2. If you have any questions, additions or criticisms, please do not hesitate to let us know. Who knows, I may learn from it. Again English is not my native language. I use google translate as support but I must have made mistakes.
Edited July 8, 2022 by fetishman1962
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Part 2 A night out
Finally Tatiana had finished taking a shower. I'm going to take a shower too, then you'll have time to get dressed. I was excited and little Rob had become big Rob by now. I turned on the cold water tap to cool down. I sometimes had a hard time staying within Tatiana's boundaries. Don't get me wrong because I think I can go very far because I can look and even feel, but not kiss or fuck. But what is forbidden is the most fun.
She knows how to drive me crazy because lesbian or not, it's still a woman. I turned off the tap and started drying myself. I was satisfied and was looking forward to a night out with Tatiana. I put on my jeans and T-shirt and used a little aftershave. It was good quality just like anything I own really. My nice profits on the stock market and real estate trading have ensured that I can live a nice life.
I walked into the bedroom where Tatiana was standing in her leotard. The short legs ended just above her knees and her feminine curves were well defined. That looks nice, but what are you waiting for, I asked. I need you to help me put on my new jeans. She put on her jeans but couldn't tie the button. I tried to close the jeans while she was standing but couldn't. I think you should lie down, I said. She lay down and took a deep breath to make her belly as small as possible. Her breasts shot up and that distracted me. It took a moment before I could concentrate again. I pulled both sides of the jeans and struggled to close the jeans. She exhaled and gasped some more. Does it fit or is it too tight. If I want to enjoy it, it shouldn't be too easy, she said. But you have to tell me something, when I held my breath, you were distracted for a moment. It took a moment for you to close my jeans. It had been a long time since she could be shy. Ehh, yes I stammered, I also find it exciting when a woman holds her breath. The attitude of a woman who holds her breath is about the same as a woman who needs to pee. Only when she's holding her breath you have to be much more careful. I have nothing to do with plastic bags or strangulation sex, I said almost apologetically. But swimming underwater in her Lycra bathing suit with bated breath, I can enjoy that. I hope so, she said. We left the subject alone.
She was now dressed and wearing shoes with heels that were my height. She wore a nice red vest over her leotard. I grabbed a belt of my own from the wardrobe and put it backwards in her pants. You can't open it yourself like that, I remarked. This promises to be a full and painful night for my bladder, Tatiana said.
It was now 9 pm and we both thought it was time to go. I would like to go to a beach club with you, do you feel like that too? Yes, I replied, because I don't drink alcohol, we can go by car. That's good, then we also take something to drink with us if we get thirsty. She went to the fridge and grabbed some cans of Coke and a few beers for herself and put them in a cooler box. We walked to the garage and got in the car. We went to Scheveningen to take a gamble in the casino first. Tatiana opened a can of Coke and started drinking. Not too soon though, because this afternoon it almost went wrong. I'll take it easy but I'm really thirsty.
I ordered a beer for her and had a coke myself. It was a nice conversation, I've known Tatiana for some time, but we never talked about her or my background.
To continue with my story, my father is a diver there and my mother owned a restaurant. A very profitable restaurant I may say. She drank some of her beer and continued her story. Due to circumstances, the restaurant went bankrupt and there was not enough money for an education for me. My father, whom I love dearly, grew sadder by the day. He struggled with not being able to afford an education for me. That is the real reason for my move to my aunt and uncle. They have always understood my parents' decision and are very happy that my shop is profitable. Not that it makes me rich, but I earn a nice living with it. Her glass was now empty and as promised she switched to alcohol-free.
By now it was 01.00 and Tatiana indicated that her bladder is quite full. She has such willpower. She's been drinking for hours and hasn't peed yet. How are your parents doing now, I asked curiously. It's going pretty well. My father is now 63 and my mother 58. Unfortunately, my father still has to work because his pension is entirely devoted to paying off the debts. I'm very afraid something will happen to him. He is a diver at heart but he is too old for it. Diving demands a lot from your body and there are many dangers underwater.
My mother is very nice to him and takes good care of him. But diving at 63 years old should not be allowed. No, I replied, I don't think so either. But you'll be fine, don't worry too much.
She looked at me questioningly but I avoided her gaze. Shall we have something to drink to say goodbye to the evening? That's fine, she said. But my bladder is now very full and we are far from home. Those tight jeans don't do much good either and I'm sure you'll do your best to slow me down too. I sure will, I said with a laugh. Carefully I placed my hand on her bladder. It felt like a stone I pressed minimally. Her ass shot back and she looked annoyed at me. I told you my bladder is about to blow, so don't press it so hard because it hurts. Especially with these tight jeans. Let's go home, I said.
We walked to the parking garage as far as walking can be said. On the way I had to empty my bladder against a tree. Tatiana had walked on with her hands in her crotch. Did you have a good pee, she asked. Yes it was almost as nice as an orgasm, I said with a wink. We got in the car and drove out of the parking garage. Please watch out for the bumps in the road. My bladder is so full that every bump hurts. No sooner had she said than I drove through a pothole I hadn't seen. Ouch my poor bladder, what are you doing to her. I will comfort her a little and rubbed her bladder very gently, touching her pussy as well. Your bladder is very swollen. Yes it really hurts when you rub it. Can you loosen those jeans because they are really tight now. Then I have to put the car to the side because driving is not possible. Drive on, she said, and she started to wiggle her ass a lot and her eyes got moist. Oh my bladder is that full. I almost explode. Unexpectedly, she took my hand and placed it on her chest. My breathing grew heavier with excitement. What is she up to, I thought.
Rob I'm really excited do you want to play with my boobs a little bit. What a game this is my cock got even harder than her bladder. I played with her breasts and felt her swollen nipples, I had to focus on the road. She swooned a little and despite her tight jeans I could see the huge ball in her abdomen. I couldn't resist rubbing her bladder and pussy. I wondered how much urine would be in her bladder. We drove into Rotterdam. She moaned and said she was afraid to pee her pants. Another 10 minutes and then we'll be home so hold it for a while. I have to I need to pee, I can hardly hold it anymore. Those damn pants are way too tight. I hope you don't want to delay me for long because I really need to pee. I believe that right away, I said as I pressed the button.
The garage door opened and we got out. We got out. Tatiana waddled in like a duck and moaned loudly. Fortunately no one could hear us. The other houses were too far away. In the living room Tatiana asked if I wanted to unbutton her pants. I unfastened the strap at the back and wanted to undo the button and zipper at the front. No sooner did I touch her lower abdomen than she started moaning. Rob gently please it really hurts. I decided not to take it too lightly. She couldn't handle that so I did it in one go. Ouch, she said but the knot is untied. She looked at me desperately as I unzipped her and pulled down her pants. I was very excited about all this myself and could resist pressing her tightly against me. I took off her red cardigan and there she was in her half body leotard. Her abdomen was completely swollen. Oh Rob, can I please go pee it really hurts. I just want to slow you down and then you can pee in the measuring cup so we know how much urine is in your bladder. As long as you hurry, she said irritably. My bladder is about to explode. Undress yourself so you can pee in the measuring cup. I'll go to the bedroom but leave the door open so I can hear it. You can feel free to keep watching. You've seen and touched my pussy enough times, I was shivering with excitement.
Ok I said, let the flow begin. She squatted over the measuring container. Her legs formed a nice M but nothing came. My bladder is full, but I can't pee. Stand up and relax a little. She stood and her huge bladder stuck out. I look pregnant, she laughed. We need to see you relax, I said, otherwise it won't work. Rob, would you like to make love to me but I don't want to fuck. I undressed and she was startled by my hard cock. Holy shit she yelled, I grabbed her and laid her on the couch. We groped each other everywhere and I felt her huge full bladder. It hit me like a stone. There was a huge amount of pre-cum coming out of my cock and I had to hold back a lot not to put it in her. I gently stroked her bladder and her shaved pussy. She took my hand and wanted to stick my fingers in her pussy. I followed her hand and felt that she wanted to push her limits. A finger shot into her wet pussy. Her body tightened and with a deep sigh she came. Can you pee now, I asked. I think so, she took the measuring cup and sat on top again and the urine squirted into the measuring cup. I stood there and looked at it.
After a few minutes she was ready. She got up and rubbed her bladder for some time. My god my bladder was full I really thought she would clap. That's not so strange I said, according to the measuring cup there was 1200cc in your bladder. So you had to pee like a racehorse. Yes and I was very excited. You are the first man who got to be in my pussy. Then I've lost your virginity a bit, I laughed. We went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately. What a fun evening that was. |
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